Things were...awkward.

“Beebee, she hasn’t moved in an hour.” Cinnastix whispered in Battlebitch’s ear; literally. Her tiny head poked forward past the rim of the Battlebitch’s ear, and her tiny voice echoed inside far out of Tess’ hearing. The Battlebitch just gave a slow, steady nod, having no other way to reply. “Do you think Tess-a-doodle is okay?”

A shrug, and the Battlebitch sighed as she looked to Tess. For the past hour, and for most of their trip, the girl was motionless and quiet. Her head was down and her arms were drawn around her knees, clutching them close to her chest. She made for a tiny bundle of wrapped-up Felpin, her robes and her hood back on, and her mask wrapped tight around her face. She hadn’t complained about the smell of the hay on the back of the wagon, and she hadn’t once made a verbal protest about their destination. She hadn’t called them idiots, whores, tramps, or morons in days. Battlebitch and Cinnastix looked to each other with a sad look crossing their features, knowing exactly what was going on.

Tess was depressed.

Battlebitch sighed as she studied her friend, one hand holding up her cheek as she rested her elbow against the frame of the wagon. She knew that Tess had taken parting ways with her new friend hard; but it had been nearly a week and the Felpin hadn’t been herself since. When their group left Fairydelphia, Tess and the tiny elven girl she had shared two long nights with embraced like they were family. The Battlebitch had watched as the elven girl cried against her new lover’s robes, her freckled face marked in red and her tiny body trembling in emotion. Between Battlebitch and Cinnastix, only the warrior woman seemed to comprehend Tess’ heartache. Cinnastix recognized her friend was sad and had tried hard to cheer her up, but she lacked the insight to know that offering to crawl inside her pussy and dance wasn’t going to do it. Meanwhile, Battlebitch had kept her distance, kept her urges under control, and had made a conscious effort to be under her best behavior.

It was hard. Really hard, actually, they had run into at least a half dozen women in the past week that she desperately wanted to stick it to. She had been walking around with a near constant erection for a full week, and it had gotten to the point where it was painfully uncomfortable. Long nights left her turning and tossing, but she didn’t even let Cinnastix get her off for fear of Tess noticing and taking offense. Or worse, think about the cute little thing that used to get her off. No random village whores, and no fucking the tiniest member of their team. For Tess.

It was truly dark days for their group when she couldn’t even enjoy full body fairy handjobs.

“Cinny, go spend some time with the farmer.” The Battlebitch nudged the fairy with a finger, and smiled. “See if you can help him out.”

It was all she needed to say; giving the fairy cart blanche to truly thank the farmer for services rendered. Cinnastix giggled as she flew off to the head of the wagon, about eight feet ahead of where Battlebitch and Tess sat. It left the two alone, and for a while Battlebitch pondered saying nothing. She could just go to sleep, and hope that when she woke up in the morning, things would all be better. That her friend would be back to her normal surly, sour self.

Who was she kidding? There was no sleep to be had with the erection that beat against her trousers. She had taken to actually tying it against one of her thighs; strapping it with three pieces of cloth to keep it in place. It wouldn’t go down, but it was at least manageable if it wasn’t pushing squarely from her lap. With a sigh the Battlebitch stood up from her position and walked over to her friend; a long, thick bulge on the inside of one of her pant legs as she did so. When she moved to sit down squarely beside Tess she folded her legs underneath her, and invited herself to wrap a comforting, sisterly arm around Tess’ shoulders.

There was no complaint, no sudden push away. Tess didn’t even tell her she smelled like a centaur’s cunt, which the Battlebitch was fairly confident she did.

It had been a long day under the sun. It wasn’t her fault. She just had...a heroic musk.

“Hey.” Battlebitch murmured, and let the word hang there in a quiet moment between them. Tess slowly turned her head to look at her, but there was no response save for the blink of lights that made up Tess’ eyes. Her face invisible under her mask and hood and the Felpin girl just gazed at Battlebitch, even the shine of her illuminated cat eyes duller than normal. Battlebitch just coughed, and tried desperately to think of something to say.

“Uh...you know...uh…” She drummed her fingers together, wracking her brain. She understood Tess was upset, far more than Cinnastix could, but it was still an unusual thing for her. For a woman that made a heroic career out of fucking women for one night and then dashing off into the sunset, the heartache Tess was going through seemed foreign and complex to her. At the very least, it made her feel like a hypocrite for even thinking she could try to offer comfort. “You know...uh…”

“...leave me alo-” Tess’ voice was low and quiet at first, seeking nothing more than to avoid the moment. The Battlebitch didn’t allow it, though, and Tess’ voice was cut off as the warrior woman suddenly snatched her muscular arms out, yanking her friend into a tight hug. The two crashed together as the Battlebitch drew her friend near, locking her arms around her back and pressing their bodies close together. The embrace wasn’t sexual or even romantic, but simple a hug of pure support from one friend to another.

And, much to her own surprise, Tess didn’t pull away. The Battlebitch smelled of sweat and combat and her arms were so stupid that they didn’t tell her how hard she was hugging, and Tess knew for a certainty she’d have to clean her robes after embracing the walking STD factory, and yet...she didn’t pull away. The Battlebitch’s warm body held her close, her powerful arms forming a protective shield between the Felpin and a big, scary world that would hurt her if they knew her true race.

The Battlebitch didn’t offer her platitudes. She didn’t assure Tess she’d see Letty again; since as they were two adventurers heading in a random direction, there was no promise of that. She didn’t promise her the pain would go away, because even if it did, there was no way for her to know that. She didn’t even offer her sympathy for her friend’s situation, because the hypocrisy was so thick on her tongue that she nearly choked on it. All she did was offer her arms and her body; her remarkable strength presented to keep the Felpin near. A warm hug against the wind, and a shelter for a sad heart.

Tess let her own arms move around the Battlebitch after some time. It took her a while, but before long she let her defenses fall and her trust slip into the other woman’s embrace. Her head pressed to the other woman’s neck and her eyes closed under her mask, hanging onto her friend as she let herself feel heartbroken. She was comfortable and safe there; it was a place for her to lick her wounds and try to store the memory of her freckled, elven lover someplace that it couldn’t eat her alive anymore.

Before too long Tess fell asleep in the Battlebitch’s arms, her breathing steady and measured for the first time in a week. The Battlebitch just smiled, drew her arms tight around her friend, and pressed a soft, sweet kiss to the top of her head through the fabric of her robe. If it weren’t for the painfully raging erection, it would’ve been an ideal moment for her. The warrior woman shifted back and forth in her seat, grimacing as she felt her thick, powerful cock straining against the three separate bindings that locked it against her thigh. She was happy to be there for her friend, but...she’d be happier for four walls and a bit of privacy.

Never did her hand and five minutes alone sound so good.

Pretty much everything that went wrong that afternoon could be traced back to Cinnastix’ stupidity. It was her fault that the farmer was distracted while he navigated the wagon around a rocky cliff face; she was down his pants playing around with his sweaty, laboring prick. He was enjoying it so much that it wasn’t much of a surprise when the wagon wheel caught the edge of the cliff, and suddenly gravity began to pull it down. The horse gave a sharp cry and with the farmer’s panicked hands snapping the reigns, they struggled to pull the cart to safety.

And for a brief moment, it looked like the horse just might be able to save them, finding the strength to pull the wagon back up. Until Cinnastix poked her head out of the farmer’s pants, covered in cum, and made a brash, stupid decision.

As she tended to do.

“No! We gotta save the horsie!” The fairy was naturally inclined towards a love of animals, and the second that she saw the horse was in danger of going over with the wagon, she darted forward to free it. Understanding nothing of momentum or even...well, basic common sense, like a bolt she struck forward, flaring with magic and severing the reigns that connected the horse to the wagon.

The horse was thrilled. Couldn’t be happier even if they went back and un-castrated him. The wagon...less so. With a sudden jerk the wagon lost all of its upward momentum, and like a shot it began to rocket towards the ground over the side of the cliff. Tess was still waking up by the time they started firing downhill, but it was thanks to the Battlebitch’s strength that she was kept from being thrown against the cliffside. The farmer was hanging on for dear life, content that even if he died, his last orgasm was with a beautiful, horny fairy and not that repulsive goat woman of a wife.

Goat bitch covered in whiskers and fur and shit.

As it turned out, nobody died in the crash. The Battlebitch clutched Tess tight and jumped from the wagon at the last second; holding her friend close as she struck the ground in a heavy roll. It still sent shockwaves of pain through them both, but they escaped the sudden burst of splinters as the wagon struck the cold, hard grass below. The farmer nearly died; but at the last second a pink aura surrounded him, protecting him from the fatal fall. Up above him Cinnastix was focusing her magic, creating a shield to guard him. As she focused her magic she looked to her two friends only to see that both Battlebitch and Tess were laying unconscious from the fall.

Naturally, it was time for more bad decisions from the fairy. She let the farmer go from her magic shield and darted towards the two, frantically trying to help them up with her magic, her slapping, or rubbing her pussy on Battlebitch’s nose.

She loved waking up like that, usually!

When they didn’t wake up, it was time for drastic action.

Cinnastix darted into one of the few surviving pieces of the wreck; Tess’ alchemy rucksack. When she darted back out she was carrying with her Tess’ bag of cushioned potions, each one of them protected and insulated for just such an accident. Quickly she spread them out and glanced through the line, talking to herself as she read the labels written on each.

“Dusty Veil potion...Invisible Dingdong potion...oh! Here! Healing potion!” Triumphantly she held up the murky red vial, with a label that clearly read “Transference” potion.

Seriously. The two words weren’t even close. Also there was no Invisible Dingdong potion.

The fairy giggled wildly as she darted towards the two, and in her final bad decision of the...ten minute period that preceded it, uncorked the vial and liberally sprinkled them like a pair of plucked chickens. When they didn’t awaken the fairy tapped her chin, reasoning it out to the nearby farmer.

“I gave them a healing potion, but it must take a while!” She chirped, and turned to face the older man. “I’ll leave them a note, and then I’ll escort you home! Because I’m a hero!” She beamed and pressed a thumb to her chest, grinning wide. After a second, she quickly added: “Also I’m still crazy horny, so we can fool around some more! You have a wife?! Wanna play the fairy condom game?!”

Battlebitch woke up with a splitting headache. When her eyes opened the sun was already going down, basking the grassy plain they had landed on in a dull glow. The air was calm and cool, and even the grass where she laid was soft, but it didn’t do much for the thud in her head. She winced as she slowly sat up, groaning as she moved a hand to her head to shake out the cobwebs.

“Well, at least I’m not horny anymore.” She murmured, but noticed that something had restrained her mouth. She could still speak, but it was muffled and muted to her ears. Thoughtfully she moved her hand across her face, feeling a line of bandages wrapping around her head. There was a moment of panic; did something happen to her face? Her face was one of her three greatest features! It was what desperate fuckstruck whores looked at while they were getting creampied! It was what let people know that yes, she really was the woman there was a statue of in the middle of town! Her face didn’t hurt, but the bandages certainly suggested that something horrible had happened.

In fact, her face was one of the few places that didn’t hurt. Her head hurt and her butt hurt, and her legs hurt and her tail hur-

She blinked, and sat up, moving a hand through familiar robes until she grabbed a long, thick length of a furry, black cat tail. She pulled it out of the purple and blue robes, holding it up against her eyeline as she stared blankly at it.

“No. Nooooooo.” She grimaced, and gave it a tug before yelping in a sudden stroke of pain. There was that panic again, setting in as she jumped to her feet, looking desperately from side to side. “No no no no no no!”

Sure enough, laying just beside her was...well, her. The body of the Battlebitch laying on her side, one arm draped over her stomach and her mask of black hair tousled over her shoulder. She had to admit; she looked sexy even while she was unconscious. No wonder all those village girls were crazy about her.

“Hey!” Battlebitch dropped down to her knees, or as she was finally understanding, Tess’ knees. She moved her hands down to grab the other woman’s shoulders, shaking her awake as she spoke in a panicked voice. “Tess! Tess, you in there?! Wake up, we need that big brain of yours! Some weird shit going on!”

“Nnng...that’s...mmm please mor-” Tess’s eyes opened, only on the Battlebitch’s face. She looked up into the mask of her own making, and suddenly felt very, very different. She seemed to realize something was wrong far sooner, as her senses had been stripped and her entire body somehow...downgraded. She couldn’t smell nearly as much, and her eyes had dulled in the dusk. But most importantly, there was one thing she simply couldn’t ignore as she jerked up into a seated position. “Why in the name of Felpin fucksticks am I so horny?!”

Her nostrils flared and an eye twitched, and she looked around with a nearly angry expression on her face. When she came to terms that her own body had shaken her awake, she turned to Battlebitch and pointed accusingly.

“You! What did you do?! Why are you inside of m-I mean why are you inhabiting my body?!” She stammered, and slowly struggled to get up. She forced herself to her feet but seemed to underestimate how little strength she needed to do so; or rather, how strong the Battlebitch was. The simple jerk to get her to her feet carried her with some momentum, and she had to hop on one leg until she regained her balance. “What the hell’s going on?!”

“I don’t know!” The Battlebitch fretted in Tess’ body, standing up as she started to pace. “The last thing I remember was Cinnastix cutting the cart, and grabbing you and jumping!”

“Note!” Tess snapped, pointing her heavy warrior hand towards Battlebitch’s chest. There was a note stuck to her robes, written in a scribbling script. With a grunt Battlebitch yanked the note off, drawing it up to her eyes as she read.

“...gav poshun two fix ow ow booboos. Go road with farmhousehorse yes? C laider for sex. Yolo, Cinnastix L. Cumswimmer.” The Battlebitch’s newfound cat eyes blinked in stunned surprise, and she held the note up as she looked to the other woman. “Has she always been this stupid? Did I just not notice it?”

“Yeah, she’s pretty damn stupid.”

“I mean, seriously!” Battlebitch looked back at the note, murmuring to herself while Tess started to pace. “...I almost feel bad fucking someone this dumb. That’s, like...all kinds of bad luck.” Meanwhile, Tess had worked her way over to the line of potions that hadn’t been used, scowling as she looked over them.

“She must’ve tried healing us and used a random potion from my supplies.” She reasoned, and a frown crossed her strong warrior lips. “Transference potion. That’s for espionage work, so thankfully people figured out an antidote pretty quickly. It’s...it’s two parts...and three…”

Suddenly she stomped her foot, and shouted into the air.

“I can’t think with that abyssal throbbing!” She snapped, her eye twitching as she glanced back to her friend. Her eyes fell on a body that was once hers; a lithe, slender Felpin form trapped in robes and a mask. She’d give anything to be back inside of it, to have full use of her faculties again. Instead, every time she tried to think her crotch would wildly throb against her thigh, and a wave of stubborn, furious frustration sank deep into her. She looked at the Battlebitch with clenched teeth, glaring at her. “This is horrible! Is this always what it’s like for you?!”

“Well excuse me if my glorious body isn’t good enough for you!” The Battlebitch was quick to snap back, and she pointed at the throbbing length that was still outlined in Tess’ trousers. “That thing’s brought joy to men and women from here to that weird village with all those snake bitches! You know the one! They just wanted me to cum on their eggs and walk away, remember?!”

“What does that have to do with anythi-”

“It was weird and I was mad I never got to fuck one!” The Battlebitch snapped back, her newfound cat eyes narrowing. “And the only reason my lifegiving boner’s so bad right now is because I was trying to be nice to you! It gets bad when I haven’t fucked in a few days, but you were still moping about that freckly elf and I didn’t want to rub it in your face that I could get pussy whenever I wanted!”

Tess blinked, her face contorting for a moment as she processed all that. When she responded she let her gaze fall on Battlebitch, and she held her hands out in a stunned gesture as she tried to get her mind around things.

“I know I should either be offended or touched by all that, but I can’t decide which because as soon as you mentioned Letty this thing started pounding like a fucking drum.” She whimpered, and moved her hands down, tearing at her trousers. The Battlebitch would’ve moved to stop her but Tess was raging and horny, and she knew all too well the desire to backhand a mouthy Felpin when she was throbbing and upset. Better not tempt fate. When the trousers were but tattered remains around Tess’s muscular ankles she looked down at the cock against her thigh; nearly purple, and tied in three places along her leg. It was so long and thick that it travelled down to her knee, and it leaked a steady line of precum over her muscular calf. Tess just stared, utterly in shock.

“W...Wha...What the hell is this you’ve got going on?!” She asked, and moved to rip away at the fabric. “No wonder it’s sore, you’re tying it off like a freaking snake bite?! What in the hell is wrong with you? I’m upset over Letty and so you go on some sex fast and torture yourself to make me feel be-”

Battlebitch just stared at Tess from across the distance as the former Felpin trailed off. Her own words echoed inside of her, and she realized just how thoughtful it was...and just how bitchy she was to complain about it. Her cock stood straight forward now, jutting forth and still leaking pre, but the color was returning since she had unbound it. The Battlebitch just stood there with her hands in her pockets, toying with whatever thread and coins that Tess had put there when she was getting dressed in the morning.

“You...yeah.” Tess finally murmured, letting it sink in just what her friend had done for her. First, Battlebitch had arranged for her to spend another night with Letty. Then, she had starved herself for sex, to the point where she was in throbbing agony. The Felpin’s ears would’ve sunk flat against her head if she still had them, since that was the traditional reaction when they felt like they had been true, heartless bastards. Which wasn’t often, as a feline race they had a huge capacity for cruelty.

“Look, you need to be smart again to fix us.” Battlebitch changed the subject, glaring with her cat eyes as she pointed to Tess’s cock. “So...you know. Pound off so you can think straight again!”

“Right! Right.” Tess nodded eagerly, her black hair bouncing around her head as she reached down for it. “Uh...okay. Let’s see.”

What followed was a truly disheartening display.

“What?! That’s how you...seriously, Tess?!”

“I don’t fucking have one!”

“You’ve seen me do it a hundred times!”

“And that’s somehow supposed to get me more into it?!”

The two snapped at each other while Tess tried, unsuccessfully, to masturbate. It wasn’t her fault; her experience with men was minimal to begin with, and stroking the Battlebitch off as a first timer was like trying to to ride a bull the first day someone saw a saddle. Especially with the enormous, precum-drooling cock attached to her, it was an unwieldy experience. At one point she was simply swinging it from side to side like a pendulum, and the next instant she couldn’t manage two strokes without her hand flying off. All the while Battlebitch stood nearby, her tail and ears frizzed from frustration and her tempers flaring.

“Not like that, you’re going to bruise it! How is this so hard for you to figure out?!”

“Don’t yell at me, you’re making me nervous!”

Fwip fwip fwip fwip.

“There, there we go!” Tess beamed, finding a rhythm she was happy with. The cock that had plagued Battlebitch for so long was finally being pleasured, and Tess’ hand was working a bit quicker as she found her momentum. A smile even spread on her face, and she looked up at...herself, grinning while she did it.

Fwip fwip fwip fwip.

“This...Yeah, this feels pretty good!” She had to admit with a huge smile. “I’m starting to see why you do it all the time! I still wish you wouldn’t do it when I’m trying to sleep and you’re sitting right beside me, but…”

More speed. Fwip fwip fwip!

“That’s good, glad you’re enjoying it.” Battlebitch replied sourly. “Just be careful; my sack’s kind of swinging, you don’t want t-” She cringed as Tess’ momentum got the better of her.

Fwip fwip fwip...thud.

The quick pounding of Tess’ fist was a delight for her shaft, but when her sack swung up just high enough to get clipped by one of her jerking motions, her entire body froze. One eye twitched, and she gave a pathetic whimper before she slowly toppled to the ground like a tipped cow.

Battlebitch just stood nearby, clicking her cat tongue to the roof of her mouth as she watched her own naked body writhe on the ground.

“Yep. Been there. Try doing it while you’re wearing a gauntlet.”

Tess just whimpered. Worst of all, despite the pain that rioted through her stomach, her erection continued to throb. Finally the Battlebitch sighed as she squatted nearby, resting her hands on her knees while she felt her tail flick against the ground. It was an unusual feeling...an appendage, but not. It was like a butt-cock, in many ways.

“You’re going to rip it off before you get it off.” She sighed, and moved a hand out to pat Tess’ head. “Good effort, Tess, but…” 

“No. Don’t you say it, Battlebitch, don’t…” Tess looked up, gazing into her own eyes as she already knew what was coming. The words continued though, muffled through the wrappings on her outfit.

“We got no choice, Tess.” She shrugged, and her tail flicked against the dirt again. “We’re gonna have to fuck.”

Tess just sighed, and slapped a hand against her face. Strong jawline. High cheekbones. Thick neck. Well...not her face, exactly, but it was close enough.

“Bleh…” She murmured, and gazed over at the robed figure before her. “This is going to get real surreal real fucking quick.”

Tess worked to get rid of the rest of her clothes; though it took her a while and she needed some advice from Battlebitch about how to remove the warrior straps and various leather wristbands, leg bands, and hidden weapons. After a while she finally stood naked, and even though nothing sexual had happened in the last ten minutes her cock was still stiff and painfully hard; another reminder of just what the Battlebitch had to go through. Tess found herself thinking about it a lot. For her, the pressure of the woman’s length was nearly unbearable. She wasn’t used to it; she had never had to deal with an erection before. She had briefly wondered if the Battlebitch had become desensitized to the discomfort that came with not getting off, but she just as quickly ruled it out as a possibility.

Simply put, she couldn’t imagine anyone becoming desensitized to being so hard for so long. Every time she walked she could feel the weight of her cock shifting from side to side, and even the cool evening breeze made her muscles tense and twitch in the dim hope it was a warm hole to give it attention. To think that the Battlebitch had gone like that for a week for fear of putting Tess’ feelings through the wringer...she hated to admit it, but it had the Felpin look at her friend and companion a little differently.

She had always pretended that the Battlebitch did heroic things because it gave her an excuse to get off; and while she was sure that was part of it...it couldn’t be the whole thing. There were easier ways to get rid of an erection than by slaying bandits and minotaurs. She found herself wondering if the Battlebitch was, perhaps, more altruistic than she had ever given her credit for. It was a nice feeling, being confident that she wasn’t travelling with a complete sexual sociopath.

Probably.

After she had mentally prepared herself she turned over to Battlebitch, watching as the other woman seemed fascinated by...various things. She was standing almost completely naked in Tess’ skin; the only clothes remaining on her being the wrappings that made up her complicated mask. The soft purple hair hung down to her chin and her furry ears were sticking out, along with a sweeping cat tail that Battlebitch kept trying to reach out and grasp at. Every time she did it seemed to elude her, and she gave a small growl of frustration while she swung back and forth at it. Tess couldn’t help but laugh, and she walked over to her friend with a slow smirk spreading on her features.

“It’s because it knows you’re trying to grab it. Instinct. Everyone says Felpin tails have a mind of their own.” She walked to stand a foot or so away from the Battlebitch, for the first time in their friendship being the one to tower over her. She cast a shadow against her old body, and smiled as yellow eyes returned the gaze. Even if they were only her own, borrowed eyes, it was nice to see a Felpin’s gaze once more.

“Guess I’m lucky I didn’t swap brains with your tail, then.” Battlebitch spoke through the mask, and turned up to regard the taller woman. “Well...let’s get this going, huh? One sec.” With that, her hands moved up to the mask, and she started to unwrap it, much to Tess’ shock.

“Woah woah woah, hold on there!” Tess’ hands moved out to grab the smaller Felpin wrists, pulling them away. “Just because you’re inside my head doesn’t mean you get to do whatever the shit you want. I didn’t run out into the woods and immediately start shoving pinecones up my ass.”

“But...I might need my mouth.” The Battlebitch looked up, blinking behind the mask. “You’re not even the least bit curious what oral’s like with a cock?”

Tess blinked; her cheeks darkening briefly at the idea. She shook the thoughts from her mind before she kept pulling at Battlebitch’s wrists, trying desperately to talk her out of it.

“But...I don’t want you to see me. I’m not ready yet.”

“How…” Again the Battlebitch looked at her inquisitively, and a hand broke free, gesturing towards her masked face. “Am I going to see my own face? You attach a mirror to my dick while you were shoving the pinecones up my ass?”

“...okay. Point. Let’s do this thing.”

Tess sighed with a lump in her throat as she helped the Battlebitch strip away the wrappings. Inch by inch the fabric came away, and for the second time in as many weeks she had exposed her secret to someone. Sort of. Letty hadn’t seen her, but she had felt the brush of whiskers and knew the taste of her sandpaper tongue. The Battlebitch wouldn’t know what she looked like under her mask by morning, either, but it was still somehow...frightening, to be staring at what she had tried to hide while borrowing another’s eyes. The two stood, naked, neither one ready or able to make the first move.

Tess swallowed nervously, her expression playing off on the Battlebitch’s old face with a look of fret and concern. The cock that hung between her legs was enormous and thick, and a part of her was afraid of how her old body would take it. She wasn’t exactly looking forward to wearing a shirt that had the collar stretched out. Not that size and stretching were her only concerns; the two naked women stood before a big moment. A moment that, Tess knew, would change things.

She started to kneel down, and her hands moved to take Battlebitch’s, pulling her down along with her. She brought her knees to the grass and kept her gaze fixed on her own yellow eyes, studying for a long moment. She had hoped that she was good at reading sincerity on her own face, but it had been so long since even she saw it, that skill had fallen away from her. When she spoke, her voice was light and delicate, likely ridiculous sounding coming from the massive warrior woman edged with muscles all over.

“You know, I…” She laughed a little, her cheeks darkening as she scooted closer to the Battlebitch. “This isn’t how I figured it’d be like if we ever got tog-” She was muffled as Battlebitch’s hand rose up, and she sealed her fingers against Tess’ lips. It was a brief touch, and one that was soon followed by the other woman darting forward, pressing her mouth against Tess’. In an instant the two kissed, and Tess’s back fell flat against the grass as Battlebitch’s aggressive momentum pushed her forward. Before long the small Felpin body was laying on the muscular warrior, their arms around each other while their lips met in passion.

Purple hair formed a veil around Tess’ features while Battlebitch hung over her, and every now and again Tess could feel the touch of her traitorous tail sliding against her side. Their tongues worked together in surprising harmony, with Battlebitch’s sandpaper-like tongue squeezing and curling around Tess’ own. They tasted their own flavor firsthand, and though it was a pleasurable moment they were both left wondering what the other tasted like without the nonsense going on between their bodies.

Battlebitch’s clawed hands drifted forward to pin Tess’ shoulders to the grass, and she held the kiss for a deep, romantic moment. It seemed that the warrior’s cock wasn’t the pure source of her sexual aggression; even trapped in the body of the smaller alchemist she knew what she wanted and was quick to go and claim it. With a nearly heroic bravado she threw herself into Tess’ arms, kissing her with all of the wild passions she had held back. Every moment of attraction, every time she had wondered “what if,” she gave those thoughts to Tess now while her naked, Felpin body glided across a sheet of muscles and arousal.

Tess, for her part, gave as well as she received. For months she had idle wanderings about her friend, and the decision they had come to gave her a scientific reason to pursue her interests. Her cock throbbed and she winced at the pressure, but her hands thoroughly enjoyed moving over a body that was at the same time her own, yet not. With every touch she learned new things, and she tried to study each moment while their kiss danced.

A touch to Battlebitch’s waist made her shudder, but Tess had to analyze it. Was it because that spot on her was ticklish? Or was it a predisposed inclination towards that tiny part of flesh that the Battlebitch found particularly stimulating? She tried to log the memories as well as she could while they kissed, her tongue teasing and coiling against the Felpin one. While they kissed one of her hands finally moved up, losing itself in the rich purple hair before a few fingernails found the edge of a furry black ear.

Skritch!

The Battlebitch practically melted against her friend right there, thrusting against her and offering her comparatively tiny breasts to the other woman’s affections. The tiny attention paid to her furrier aspects made her body writhe in desire, and as fingers continued to tease against her smooth, black layers she let her hand slither forward, moving her fingers to wrap around the main attraction.

Her cock was heavy and thick, and it was the first time Battlebitch had held it from the other end. She let her digits smooth out against the underside for a while, feeling the veins and muscles in her length, testing how sensitive it was in the moment. Every touch made Tess whimper and thrust; the girl’s cockhead was oozing precum and she had clearly been too pent up for far too long. After a few strokes their lips finally parted, and with both of them sharing a red hue to their cheeks, their eyes met.

Tess spoke first, her voice exasperated, but not without any trace of playful banter behind it.

“...fuck.” She murmured, like she had just discovered something horrible. “We’ve got chemistry.”

Battlebitch just grinned a wide, toothy grin, much like she did in her old body. Only this time, it revealed the sharpened fangs of the Felpin race. She drifted close to kiss at Tess’ cheek, pressing a warm note of affection against what was effectively her own strong build.

“Knew we would.” She whispered with a coy look, and slowly slipped one leg up and over Tess’ lap. She was moving to straddle her, and her hands reached down to grip Tess’ grown and stubborn length. While Tess watched the surreal experience of being mounted by herself, she held her breath in anticipation, ready to lose her virginity from the other end of the spectrum.

Their eyes met, and with their gaze never breaking the Battlebitch lowered herself and squeezed the folds of her warm, wet slit against the bulging cockhead. It was a scary experience for them both, and as she pushed herself down the Battlebitch’s expression twisted nervously. She wasn’t a woman that usually gave in to fear, and Tess couldn’t help but chuckle a bit, her breath nearly catching in her throat.

“Quit being a baby.” She whispered, smearing her cockhead against the Battlebitch’s folds. The precum glistened against her, and she could see the other woman’s pussy tremble as she drew ever-closer. “I’ve seen you get stabbed by orc spears before.”

“Yeah but…” The Battlebitch grumbled, looking down to the body that was once her own. “That’s...no offense, but you’re skinny. And I feel like my cock’s going to destroy this pussy.”

“It is not!” The former Felpin protested, her hands moving up to hold her friend’s waist. Already they were ready to go at it again, the memory of their sweet kiss breaking to make way for more bickering. “My body is fit, and strong, and it can absolutely take this eel of yours!”

“Eel?!” Came the barking response, and she glared at Tess, her cat ears twitching. Her tail whipped angrily back and forth, and she rocked forward against the pressing cockhead, balancing precariously on her haunches to keep her from taking it. “That cock is as magnificent as a train of royal elephants walking a red carpet to a dead king’s fortune! Excuse me if I’m not entirely confident that your stupid tiger twat can handle it! You Felpin don’t even have sex for fun!”

“What?!” Tempers were flaring now, and Tess’ response came loud and indignant. It only made her cock throb harder and hotter, and the casual misconception about her people forced her into a fury. “Our erotic history is long, sordid, and gloriously sensual!”

“How? How the shit is ‘and then his gross, barbed penis ruined her pussy for other cats’ sensu-uagh!” Battlebitch’s voice was cut off as Tess had enough, and the furious back and forth between the two reached a head. She had drove forward while pulling Battlebitch’s hips down, and her cock pushed deep inside with a single, fell stroke. To say that Battlebitch’s newly found pussy could hold all of her former cock would’ve been a bit of an overstatement; and even what she could contain was only done with a fair amount of shocked stretching. But a second later she was there, her hands resting against Tess’ chest, her entire body trembling. One eye twitched as she was held down onto the other woman’s cock, learning first hand just how it felt to be hilted from the very start.

Tess wasn’t doing much better, suddenly feeling what it was like to have a cock that was several long inches deep in someone tight and warm. Especially with the buildup of a week’s worth of celibacy, her sensitivities were raw and every last inch of her was wrapped in tactile pleasure so strong it was almost overpowering. Her teeth clenched and she trembled, laying there in stunned shock with Battlebitch shaking atop her.

“A...Actually...that’s a...misconception.” Tess finally spoke, her voice staggered and weak, but determined to make a clarification. “The barbs don’t rip, they just...scrape. It stimulates...ah...ov...ovulatio-”

“Shut the fuck up, you pain in the ass!” Battlebitch snapped, and lunged forward to kiss her friend again. She was taking one hell of an arrow for her, and she wasn’t about to have to sit on a cock and listen to a science lecture at the same time. Their tongues met and the passion returned to them in an instant, a shared groan running through them both as their bodies began to move. Battlebitch began to roll her hips through determination and willpower, and a growing curiosity about how it felt to be on the receiving end. She had been fucked in the ass before, of course. A lot. And not always gentle. 

Mothers, right? 

But still...having a new, wet hole that was designed to take cock was an entirely different sensation. Her body was responsive and tight around it, and it felt like every time she moved, her walls would shift to accommodate the large member inside. She could feel herself growing wet, and before she knew it she was giving a tender whimper into the wild, longing kiss.

Tess drew her arms around Battlebitch as she continued to thrust forward, claiming her in sweet, strong strokes as they finally joined. Her newfound muscles were perfect for holding a woman close against her, and as odd as the situation was, she was finding her arousal flaring into eager heights. As she held the Battlebitch close she buried her face in the purple hair that was once hers, breathing in deep and shuddering against her. She had to hide her eyes from the Battlebitch’s new face, for as wonderful as the moment was, some things would always ruin the moment.

Sadly, her true face was one of them. When they kissed her eyes would be closed, and when they didn’t she’d find some way to look away, to avert her gaze. Once she had found a balance in doing so, the moment was nothing short of perfect.

Battlebitch was clinging to her shoulders, her hips rising and falling as every inch of the thick, throbbing cock slid deep into her walls. They rolled together in perfect unison, their chemistry returning without any more arguing or fighting. Even when their lips parted they had no more harsh words for the other, and despite themselves moments of genuine tenderness slipped past disarmed, arouse-addled defenses.

“I’ve wanted you since we first met.” The Battlebitch admitted, her eyes closed as she chewed gently on the edge of Tess’ ear. She allowed her fingers to run over the other woman’s sculpted muscles, fully seeing why young women enjoyed doing so with her. As she continued to be claimed like one such sweet young thing her head swam in delight, and she whimpered into her friend’s ear again. “The mystery. The attitude. From the first second, I wanted you…”

“You want everyone from the first second.” Tess teased in response, and her hands lowered to scoop just underneath her friend’s rear. With a subtle push she rolled Battlebitch down onto her back, and when the other woman let her legs hitch against her waist, the thrusting continued. Battlebitch’s walls spread around the thick member piercing her, and her fingers held firm against Tess’ shoulders as she was suddenly pinned underneath the other woman’s weight. Their sweaty bodies drew closer than ever, and as Battlebitch spoke she could feel her friend pressing a heated kiss at the crook of her neck.

“I do, but...you were something else.” She whimpered, and a particularly hard push into her sex left her gripping Tess’ shoulders with a shuddering heat. She was close; so close to the first orgasm of the evening. She could barely even remember why they were doing it; why they had come together. Tess had to get off to concentrate on mixing an antidote, but that knowledge was far from her mind. If the Battlebitch had her way, they’d stay where they were all through the night and worry about fixing things in the morning. Or the afternoon. Or...whenever. She suddenly laughed, and pressed her face to Tess’ neck, burying it against the locks of thick black hair. “You drove me wild. Still do. I’ve never met anyone as...ohh, right there!” A short gasp broke her train of thought for a moment, and Tess hammered against her with a sweet grin. “...as smart, or interesting, or…”

“Shh.” Tess whispered, and moved to draw her lips against Battlebitch’s once more. She kissed her slowly and sweetly as her motions drew slower; and she shifted the pace of their union. She knew her moment was coming, and a part of her wasn’t happy with just...thrusting wildly until release. The Battlebitch’s words were resonating inside of her, echoing in her mind while their naked, sweat-licked forms joined on the grass below. A fast and dirty fuck felt somehow wrong, and Tess wasn’t about to throw away one of the few moments of genuine connection she had with her friend. Their tongues swirled against each other while Tess continued to thrust, but their motions were slow and their bodies were tightly packed. Their peaks both came, but when they did it was with a slow, sweet push.

Their eyes were closed and their tongues were locked while their borrowed bodies came; Battlebitch’s sex twitching in release while Tess’ thick member throbbed inside. The wave of cream to push into the smaller woman’s tight entrance was slow and steady, and as she felt it filling her Battlebitch held on to Tess’ strong body tighter. Warmth flooded into her; rolling against her stomach and filling up to walls she never knew that she had. They were breathing heavy as their peaks shuddered through them, and by the time it ended their hair was twisted and tangled and Battlebitch’s tail was wrapped around their waists, tying them together.

When their lips parted, the two looked at each other with a shudder, cheeks red and breathing staggered. Though the sight of her true face made Tess cringe, she found solace in eyes that were unmarred and pure. The slant of the Felpin cat eyes was comforting to her; somehow more so knowing the soul that was resting behind them. Her length still twitched inside of Battlebitch, and as cum started to slow seep out of the other woman’s folds Tess finally gave a soft smile to her friend.

“That...that was…” Her breath met against Battlebitch’s cheek, sending the other woman into a sensitive shiver marked with a glorious smile. “Does it always feel like that for you?”

“I...was going to ask you the same thing.” Battlebitch admitted with a blush, and let her head slink in against Tess’ throat. She kissed the other woman’s sweat-marked body while her fingers moved up and over her muscles, teasing and tracing them as she remained pinned under her friend’s waist. Her hole was still stretched around her old cock, but it was a pleasing intruder inside of her, and it brought the warmth of a full belly of cum. After a moment she sighed sweetly, and one of her hands moved up and into the dark locks surrounding Tess’ face. Quietly she let her face continue to hide against her friend’s throat, whispering in a voice that was surprisingly timid for her usual bravado. “Tess? Do you think, after you fix us and put us back in our old bodies, we could…?”

“Oh, absolutely not.” Tess responded with a shake of her head, her expression going serious as she looked to the Battlebitch. Her tone was firm and without any trace of teasing, and as she started to push herself off of the other woman her cock slid free of the other’s tight hole. Battlebitch was left gasping; both from the realization and the feel of being suddenly empty, the cum she had been holding inside quickly beginning to ooze out. She whimpered as Tess started to push to her feet, and she was about to protest until the Felpin held a hand out to her, offering to help her up with a smirk. “...well, only in emergencies.”

The smile on her lips was easy for Battlebitch to read, and she moved her hand up to take her friend’s. Before long they were both on their feet, and as they walked naked towards Tess’ alchemy supplies, the woman continued with a soft chuckle.

“Emergencies like...you’re just too hard to think straight.” She offered, glancing to Battlebitch. “Or there’s some weird curse we need to fuck to break. Or Cinnastix is being obnoxious and we need to get away from her.”

Battlebitch gave a short laugh, and as they continued strolling towards the supplies her hand lowered to her friend’s, their fingers interlocking.

It was a few hours later that the two women were back in their old bodies, after a potion took its sweet time to brew in a makeshift campfire. The time had been spent constructively though, as the two friends fully explored their newfound bodies during that time. The Battlebitch had two other holes she had yet to feel her old cock inside, and even though Tess was worried about slipping back into one hell of a sore body, she was all too happy to oblige. For hours they went at it, ranging from sweet and tender to fast and frantic, but when the potion was finished it was finally time to return home. Before the moment came Tess had taken the steps to rewrap her face, and the two women slowly got dressed. A few sips of alchemy later, and things were just like they were whenever the evening began.

Sort of.

Battlebitch was back in her old, muscular body, and laying flat in the grass as she looked up at the stars overhead. Her long black hair was fanned out behind her head, and she was wearing a smile that simply wouldn’t go away. In the past few hours she had been claimed time and time again, feeling the worst and the best that her body had to offer. Her cock had been well used, but not by her, and now it was laying dormant for the first time in a week. It was as good feeling; finally being at peace, but what made the hero smile more was the new dynamic that had found its way into her life.

“Ow. Ow. Ow. Ow.” From the distance she could hear Tess approaching, and Battlebitch gave a laugh. She didn’t bother getting up but she turned her head to the side in the grass, watching as the fully robed Felpin continued to limp her way over. Once she had managed it she slowly drew herself down to a sitting position; one that brought a short, sharp inhale from her sore, weary rump. She trembled for a moment, freezing in a shot of pain before the Battlebitch’s arms stretched out, helping ease her down. She brought the other woman in against her, and when Tess’ robed form pressed against her friend’s muscular chest, she finally let loose with a sigh of relief.

“...I told you three times in the butt was too much.” The Battlebitch whispered, and a hand moved to tease her friend’s face. She cupped the side of her masked cheek in her palm, and a thumb moved up to gently tap the tip of the other woman’s hidden nose. “You’re smart, but I’m an expert when it comes to butt stuff.”

“Fair enough.” Tess murmured in grumpy fashion, her voice sounding a bit more like her old, cynical self. Still, the old Tess would never let her head rest against the Battlebitch’s chest, nor would the old Tess seek out one of her friend’s hands, taking it and interlocking their fingers once more. She laid there for a lingering moment before speaking, her voice quiet and thoughtful as she did so. “You...know this isn’t an everyday thing, right? I don’t think I could manage it.”

“Few women can.” The Battlebitch beamed; no small amount of pride in her voice at that. “And you know that...I really have no intention of stopping what I do, yeah? Random village girls, Cinny, magical beasts with human parts…?” Tess just chuckled with a nod, and squeezed the Battlebitch’s hand in response.

“Wouldn’t want you to.” She murmured, and squeezed a little closer, getting comfortable. She wasn’t entirely sure what to make of things with her old friend, but it was clear that the rules had changed. They had crossed some boundaries that perhaps they shouldn’t have, but such was the nature of adventure. And after all, they were adventurers. It was kind of their jam. “So...same deal with me, yeah? No hard feelings if I run in to Letty again?”

“Hey, she gets you.” The Battlebitch shrugged simply, and tightened an arm around her friend’s waist. “Better than I do, I’m guessing.”

Tess paused for a moment, the words sinking in. After a brief moment she pushed up from Battlebitch’s chest, her yellow eyes narrowing behind her mask. Her head tilted to the side as she looked at her friend, and when she spoke, her voice was sweet and soft, though muffled by the wrappings covering her up.

“You get me.” She promised, quietly. “In your own way.”

With that, she lowered herself down to the Battlebitch’s chest again, and drew in close. She closed her eyes and listened to the steady heartbeat of her friend, her travelling companion, and now, her lover. Whatever was to come she wasn’t sure, but she was excited to get there with the Battlebitch. Idly, her lips parted, and a sweet, soft question came to her mouth.

“...want to tell me your real name now?”

“I dunno. Want to take off your mask?”

“Point taken. G’night, Eel Dick.”

“Goodnight, Tiger Twat.”

The two stayed closely joined until morning.