Who pulled a girl’s tail during sex? Seriously. What kind of rude shit was that?

“...maybe a few more minutes.” She whispered, and lowered her head once more to the shoulder of her muscular, mighty lover. If the tail thought she was content and happy, then maybe she was content and happy. Her hands moved up, caressing along the slope of her new lover’s shoulders, before squeezing herself down and burying against their chest.

It was warm. And likely would be until they stepped outside, only for it all to vanish.

It had all begun when their group stepped into a mysterious forest, nicknamed by the less-than-creative locals the...Mysterious Forst. Literally Forst; since most of the backwoods yokels living nearby where almost critically illiterate. In all honesty Tess was surprised they had only left out one letter. There had been tales and rumors about some dark evil deep within the forest, but once the three women ventured within to explore the cause of the disturbances, everything became all too clear.

“For the love of Egoph the Devourer,” Tess grunted, folding her arms across her chest as she stared ahead at her. “Literally every time there’s problems ‘in the woods,’ it’s because of a damned fae orgy.”

“...yep. Exactly every time.” Battlebitch couldn’t deny it; the proof was right in front of them. They had gone deep into the woods and followed a buzz of elaborate noise, eventually finding their way to a small clearing that was packed full of naked pixies and fairies, as well as a few things that not even the Battlebitch recognized. She pointed towards a pile a few feet away, where a dozen or so pixies were climbing on one bizarre creature’s cock. “...what’s the cricket thing? Is that a bug gnome? Are there bug gnomes?”

“I wouldn’t know, my people live in the desert.” Tess grumbled irritably, standing close to Battlebitch for some element of protection. She wasn’t particularly interested to find out what the ‘cricket thing’ was, or what its cock tasted like. And knowing fae, the offer would be made before too long. “The horniest thing we run into out there is the occasional djinn with a hard-on.” The Felpin woman sighed underneath her mask and clicked her tongue to the roof of her mouth, sighing slightly at everything surrounding her. After a moment she glanced over towards the Battlebitch, arching a hidden eye as she regarded her. “I can only imagine that you’ll be joining them? Should I make camp and prepare to dose myself with sleeping powder so I can actually manage to rest through the sound of a beehive literally getting fucked?”

Battlebitch pondered it; it was clear that she did. One of her powerful hands moved up to rest on her chin, and she rubbed it idly for a moment, before surprisingly shaking her head.

“Nah, I’m good.” She blurted out suddenly, much to Tess’ surprise. She glanced over at her friend and gave her a little shrug, before clapping her on the back with a smile. “That slutty mom back at town gave me a real workout. I’ve never seen a woman over forty be so into...shall we say…” She paused, trying to find the proper term for such an elegant act. “...licking my bal-”

“Cinnastix, you can come out. Do your thing and keep it away from us.” Tess cut off Battlebitch, and moved a hand up to wake the fairy up. Cinnastix, as she so often was, was in the middle of napping squarely in between Battlebitch’s breasts. Using the two firm pillows as a comfortable place to rest, she hadn’t even noticed the sounds, sights, or most surprising to Tess, the smell of the nearby fae orgy. She didn’t wake up until Tess’ fingers suddenly beat against the top edge of Battlebitch’s breasts, forcing them to bounce and shake and start to rouse her to consciousness.

“W...Whazza...nnnmmmmmaaaa…” Cinnastix was cute in waking up; as much as Tess hated to admit. The tiny blonde stretched her mouth out wide in an elaborate yawn and her arms spanned out from one extreme to the other, her breasts popping up from in between Battlebitch’s as she started to rise. “...time for dinner yet, Tess-a-dooWHOOOOBOY WHAT’S THAT AWESOME SMELL?”

Tess just pinched the bridge of her nose, her shoulders rising as the madness began. She turned her back on the ongoing orgy and left Cinnastix to figure it out for herself, for as the Felpin could be heard murmuring underneath her breath she didn’t have the patience to deal with such “ridiculous frivolity and outright orcshit” in that moment. Battlebitch was more understanding, and after helping Cinnastix out of her breasts she gestured to the fae orgy; a wild mass of buzzing swarms constantly whimpering and cumming.

“Looks like a job for you, cutie.” Battlebitch beamed, and leaned down to rub the tip of her nose idly against her little friend. Cinnastix beamed and rubbed back, smiling wide at the affection shown from her larger often-lover. “Have fun, okay? Tess and I will get you before we leave in the morning.”

“Okay, Beebee!” Cinnastix chirped, and her wings beat hard to lift her into the air. She waved her fingers towards the two women as she started to fly backwards, buzzing towards the swarm of naked fae eager for just one more. “Bye Tess-a-doodle! See you best friends forever and ever in the morning!”

Battlebitch moved to stand near Tess, who was already trying to force herself into a clearing away from the horny pixies. Her arms folded across her chest as she watched Cinnastix fly into the swarm, and gently tapped an elbow into Tess’ waist, beaming.

“Look at her. Already naked and getting eaten out by the cricket thing.”

“She’s always naked, and the latter doesn’t surprise me at all.” Tess grumbled. “Now help me push through this clearing, I don’t want to be downwind of this while I sleep.”

Battlebitch paused, took a breath, and slowly nodded.

“Yeah, they’re real party pixies.” Battlebitch grinned, before gazing back at Tess. “C’mere. Look at this.” Tess drew near to find what her friend was gesturing to; an odd plaque positioned squarely on the front door of the cabin. On it there were words written in the common script, engraved in a metal plate and looking quite professional indeed.

“...the Forgetful Fuckcabin.” Tess read it aloud, rubbing her head through the thick purple hood sitting overtop it. “Sounds like a name a fae would come up with.”

“Yeah, but look underneath it.” Battlebitch pointed further, to an inscription under the cabin’s name. She cleared her throat, reading it aloud for her friend’s benefit. “Weary travellers of two or more / You could use a happy break for sure / Things that happen in this cabin’s walls / Won’t be recalled in the morning at all.”

Tess, her interested piqued, leaned in beside her friend and read the rest of the inscription. Her voice was solid and steady and practically a monotone, outwardly refusing to say the verse in rhyme as she spoke.

“So play and laugh and enjoy yourselves without worrying about guilt up on the shelf.” There was no melody to her voice in any way. “Enjoy this night in our forest free and have lots of sex in a big…” She blinked, and continued to read. “...that thing where lots of people have sex together at once.”

“You ever get the feeling that fae are just the spirits of the stupidest people on the planet?” Tess grunted, and gestured towards the door. “What’s this supposed to mean, anyway? Some dumb fairy nonsense?”

Tess could already tell exactly where Battlebitch was going with it, and she scowled as she folded her arms across her chest.

“...I’ll sleep outside.” She responded simply, and turned on a heel. “Have fun pounding off and not remembering why your hair’s stuck together in the morning.”

“Please, Tess, I aim for my mouth if I’m slamming fist.” Battlebitch waved dismissively, and moved a hand out to take her friend by the shoulder. The broad shouldered warrior beamed as she held Tess firmly in place, forcing the jingling of the girl’s alchemist backpack to stop as she came to a halt. Her voice was supportive and friendly, but she wasn’t trying to hide for a second exactly what was on her mind. “C’mon, Tess...think of it. You and me. Us, together. And in the morning we wouldn’t even remember it.”

“Forgetful Fuckcabin.”

Tess was still and quiet for a long moment, a hand slipping up to the thick layers of cloth crisscrossing over her face. The mummy-esque wrappings were a part of her life these days, just as much as the thick hood or the alchemist backpack. She hid more secrets than merely being a Felpin in a land of humans, and what laid underneath Tess’ mask remained a mystery she had kept hidden from all of her dearest friends. Not that she had dear friends. 

“...c’mon, Tess.” Battlebitch practically whimpered, and held a hand out for Tess to take. “We don’t...I can’t believe I’m saying this, but...we don’t have to have sex. We really don’t. I just...we need to say some things. And we’ll never have a better time to say ‘em.”

At least, there’d be no better time that would let them keep things hidden and in check. They were essentially given a gift of complete deniability that evening, and Battlebitch would’ve done anything in that moment to fully embrace it.

And...despite all of her best instincts, Tess did too. The Felpin woman’s head turned to glance at the warrior standing on the porch, and underneath the layer of her robes her tail swished idly from side to side, the only noticeable motion of such being a slight bump in the fabric that rolled to and fro. Tess took a long, deep breath through the fabric of her mask, and finally spoke in a slightly muffled, yet appeased tone.

“...I suppose if nothing else, I can strike you in your undercarriage and run outside, leaving us both completely clueless as to why you’re experiencing abdominal pain.”

Battlebitch beamed, and closed her legs a little, as if it would offer her any level of actual protection.

“Glad to hear it.” She beamed, and gestured towards the door. “...that you’re joining me. Not that you’re considering hitting me in the balls.”

The door was gently shut behind them, and Tess allowed her hand to linger on the door knob. The Forgetful Fuckcabin was quiet and windowless, likely to give the inhabitants privacy with whatever it was they decided to do. The enchantment described on the front of the cabin meant that from the second they step foot inside until the time they left would essentially be time lost to the ether; wiped memories that would neither labor or trouble anyone in the morning. It was a freeing notion, for sure, though Tess admitted that she didn’t feel very different when the door closed. At least, not particularly forgetful. She certainly felt different, though that was likely because of the way Battlebitch was looking at her.

The warrior woman stood just a few feet into the room, her arms crossed before her impressive chest and a confident smile on her face. A few locks of her dark black hair were dangling before her eyes, and she had a brow arched calmly as she regarded the Felpin woman that she had come to rely on so very much. Behind her sat a comfortable-looking bed and a small table with a few chairs; apparently the fairies of the Mysterious Forst wanted their visitors to be comfortable while they made horrible mistakes that would haunt them if they were ever remembered.

“So...here we are.” Battlebitch spoke up, grinning a little. She even tightened her muscles in an obvious display, trying and failing to subtly flex. Sure, the muscle tone was there and it looked damned good, but Tess was far too smart to think that her flexing state just naturally happened. Battlebitch was strong, but she wasn’t a damned ogre warlord.

“Yes. Here we are.” Tess spoke up, voice muffled through the mask. She slumped her alchemist sack against the door, letting it jingle and settle into place before the tiny woman started to approach. Her robes and hood settled against her large frame as she stepped up to her old friend, her tail swishing underneath the back frame of her robe and her ears flattened underneath her hood. She moved her hands up, idly adjusting the wrappings on her face before narrowing her gaze on the Battlebitch. “...I feel like telling you that this is a one time thing is probably pointless, isn’t it? Seeing as how when we step foot outside in the morning, it-”

“It’ll all go away.” Battlebitch interrupted, and stepped up to her friend with a kindness in her eyes that Tess found surprising. The woman practically towered over Tess in her height and her strength, but it was with a gentle pair of hands that she moved up, grabbing the edge of the Felpin’s hood and slowly pulling it back. Purple hair cascaded out from underneath and sticking straight up from both sides were a pair of black feline ears, the proof of Tess’ true lineage. The Felpin woman, her face still completely wrapped in her layers of masking cloth, swallowed nervously and tried to find words to offer. When she stumbled, Battlebitch was there with another whisper for her friend. “...but one night is better than none. There’s a lot that I want to say.”

The two women gazed at each other, Battlebitch’s eyes studying Tess’ through the mask, gazing at her yellow, feline pupils. They could only be clearly seen at close distance, and Battlebitch was almost as close to her friend as she ever had been in that moment. With the knowledge that there was indeed a lot to say between them hanging in the air, suddenly the two were struck with silence. Not even Battlebitch’s bluster or Tess’ stubborn nature could force either woman to speak, at least until the Felpin alchemist mused in a thoughtful tone.

“Look, just...like a bandage. Quick. We’ll say what we need to say. Same time.”

Tess’ body was nervous and tight, her hands moving to hold against Battlebitch’s powerful waist.

“Two…”

Battlebitch’s hands found a spot on Tess’ shoulders, holding her dearest friend near. She cleared her throat, and spoke the final countdown.

“Three! Tess, I love y-”

“Battlebitch, I hate y-”

The two women didn’t get their sentences out of their mouth, suddenly snapping their gaze to each other and staring face to face. To say the moment was awkward would be an understatement, and it only became more so as the two suddenly pushed apart, blabbering and endlessly chattering as they attempted to cover themselves.

“I didn’t mean that! I meant it like a comrade!” Battlebitch hurried blurted out, her cheeks red as she waved her hands from side to side. “You’re like...a big axe wielding dwarf to me! Sturdy!”

“I didn’t mean hate like hate!” Tess was sounding even more panicked than Battlebitch, fretting as her ears puffed up and the back of her robe was trembling. It was very likely that underneath it, her long feline tail had done what cattails did when they were scared, namely twitching rapidly while looking like a fuzzy python. “I meant hate as in you make me so damned angry, but I...but I…”

“No no, you hate me, you said it! It’s cool, I understand!” Battlebitch blathered, the woman suddenly feeling nowhere near confident. “Who wouldn’t hate me?! I’m a big stupid slut, you say so yourself!”

“Y...You’re...You’re not-”

“Yes I am, Tess!”

“...okay, you are, but…” Tess’s hands went into her purple hair, tugging them as she stomped against the Forgetful Fuckcabin’s floor. “Just...Just stop freaking out and listen to me!”

“I’m not freaking out! You’re the one whose ears look like they were raped by a lightning bolt!”

Tess frantically tried to smooth down the frizz of her ears, but as long as she was agitated it was entirely out of her control. The Felpin woman finally collected enough of her resolve to advance on Battlebitch, her voice rising in the Forgetful Fuckcabin as she reached out, grabbing ahold of the massive woman’s wrists and pulling her hands down. She forced Battlebitch’s gaze, and spoke in a tone that was ringing with authority and presence. Battlebitch was a big, dumb dray animal...and sometimes she had to be handled as such.

“Listen to me. Battlebitch, here!” She even clicked her tongue like she would to get the attention of a donkey, or a mule. Or a enormous-cocked amazon that was clearly suffering in the awkward moment. When she had Battlebitch settled and the warrior’s gaze upon her once more, Tess finally spoke out with a softer voice that was still muffled through her mask. “...let’s start with something simpler. You promised me a name, right?”

Battlebitch blinked at that, and for the moment forgot about the awkwardness between herself and her friend. For the moment there was no mention of love and hate, only the fact that she had made the woman a promise. A promise she would keep, or she’d never hear the end of it.

...or...she would, most likely, since they were planning on forgetting the whole awkward night ever happened.

“Y...You’re right. Right.” The warrior finally settled, and gazed at Tess with a slight smirk to the corner of her lips. “Not that it’s much of a reveal. I mean...it’s not a mystery with a lot of impact. Just a name. So what, yeah?” She shrugged her arms out, and blurted it out as simply as she could. “My name’s Kreth.”

Tess’ yellow eyes simply blinked underneath her mask.

“Kreth.” She nodded, and let the name sit on her tongue. It was simple and short, and suited her well. Despite herself Tess found her lips turning to a smile as she let the name sit in her mouth, and she moved a hand up to Battlebitch’s dark locks. Her fingers slipped into some of the black hair dangling before the warrior’s face, and she pulled it back, tucking it behind one of the larger woman’s ears. “...Kreth. I like it.” She nodded, simply. “Felpin names are short, too. We have difficulty with complex punctuations before our primary teeth come in. Why do you hide it?”

Battlebitch shrugged a little, though she couldn’t hide the tiny smile at hearing it spoken by her dearest friend. She looked almost shy in that moment; nearly endearing and sweet were she not a berserk, fuck-crazed amazon with more inches than morals.

“It’s my Mom’s name for me.” Battlebitch offered, simply. There was a trace of sadness in her eyes and more than just a little bit of shame as she spoke, enough to wipe the tiny smile that crept across her lips. “...in the Northern woodlands where I grew up, it’s a local word in their tongue.”

“Charming.” Tess smiled under her mask, without any trace of sarcasm. To think that her friend would have a cute, colloquial name given by a doting mother. “What does it mean? Wait, let me guess. ‘Strong.’ No! Hmm…’Warrior.’” She mused, rubbing her chin idly as she took one last guess. “No...no mother wants her child to be a warrior. It means…’Treasure.’”

“It means garbage, Tess.” Battlebitch bluntly offered. “It literally means garbage.”

“What?!” Tess stammered, blinking at the massive woman. “What the hell?! Why would you tell me that?! That’s a horrible story!”

“You wanted to know, didn’t you?”

“You have a horrible mother!”

“Tell me about it!”

Their shouting once again filled the cabin as Tess’ attempt to diffuse the situation between them failed, only by dragging up more awkwardness. The Felpin woman pinched the bridge of her nose and slid her hands up towards her temples, rubbing them as she tried to focus.

“For Warmgut’s sakes.” She murmured, taking in vain the name of the Felpin god of laying in the sun with an exposed belly. “This is going just horrible, isn’t it?”

“...s’not great, yeah.” Battlebitch blurted out, and sighed. She kicked idly at the floor, and bit down on her bottom lip. “...you want to go outside and come back in? Try again?”

“We’ll just go over the same mistakes because we won’t remember making them.” Tess grunted, and shot a glance back towards the Battlebitch. She sighed, and turned once more to her friend. Though the evening had already been awkward they were both there for a reason; and frankly, it was a reason that Tess wanted more than she would’ve admitted. Though she had resisted the Forgetful Fuckcabin’s intention now that she was standing there she wanted to experience it, and moreover she wanted to settle things between herself and the amazon, even if for a night. “Look, Kre---Battlebitch.” She sighed, gazing up at the woman. “There’s only one thing that can save this night.”

“...what’s that?” Battlebitch bit down on her bottom lip, gazing at her friend. Tess’ hands moved up, grabbing the edge of her robe. She pulled at the snaps keeping the front of it open, and in a quick and fluid motion suddenly let it draw out, exposing her naked front.

“Tits.” She responded bluntly, in terms Battlebitch could understand. “That’s what we’re here for, right? To fuck out this tension between us? Well...here I am, you insufferable amazon bitch. You’ve been bragging since the day we met about what a good match you’d be for me, and now’s your chance to fucking prove it. Let’s do this thing.”

Battlebitch stared; the color draining from her cheeks as she gawked openly at the image before her.

“...kay.”

The rest of Tess’ robe didn’t stay hanging off of her shoulders for very long. Battlebitch quickly stepped forward, any awkwardness or tension between the two women immediately folding behind them once the warrior took in the sight of her friend’s naked form. There was the instant appeal of what Battlebitch in the past could only have considered forbidden fruit; the fact that Tess was at the same time the woman closest to her and the one she couldn’t touch suddenly coming to a head. Her hands were trembling as she moved to disrobe her friend fully, letting the heavy layers of robes and pockets lay at Tess’ ankles and allow her naked frame to be fully revealed. Hands that had groped thousands of breasts and hundreds of tight peasant girl asses were now almost shaking as Battlebitch put her hands on her friend’s waist, holding her and feeling the slender creature take in a breath from the contact. Behind Tess’ naked and slender frame the Felpin woman’s tail hung down; a smooth black that whipped idly back and forth completely without Tess’ intention.

“I...ah...fucking amazing.” Battlebitch whispered, gazing at her friend. “I didn’t really get to...y’know...see it when I was inside it before. I mean...not inside but...occupying.”

“Yes, well, I’m sure the moment you disrobe would be momentous for me, too, had I not seen your cock flopping around the head of every doe-eyed whore on land or sea like some sort of purple moon.” Tess’ response came muffled as usual, though for a moment she caught the venom in her tongue. She took a deep breath, and moved her hands up just far enough to rest them against Battlebitch’s bare stomach just underneath her leather chestpiece. “...I mean...thanks.”

Battlebitch grinned and nodded, licking her lips as she drew a little closer to her friend. There was only one thing on Tess that needed yet to be removed; the wrappings around her face. The mystery of what the Felpin woman looked like was soon to be revealed to her, and Battlebitch’s hands moved up carefully, reaching for her friend’s delicately wrapped final boundary.

“W-Wai---” Tess’ immediate and expected resistance was quelled gently as Battlebitch made a shushing noise, her fingers taking ahold of the fabric and slowly starting to pull it free. Her motions were tender and remarkably gentle despite the barbarian’s great strength and size, and as she began to undress her best friend’s face, she whispered once more to her in a soft and equally soothing tone.

“It’s okay. I won’t remember in the morning.” She promised, her brow bending in as she worked. Thread by thread she unwrapped Tess’ bindings; taking the fabric away from her face and revealing more of Tess’ cream colored skin. “...and whatever’s underneath, it doesn’t change how I feel.”

Tess swallowed a bit, nervousness resting in the pit of her belly as she gave an accepting nod. While Battlebitch continued to pull the fabric up and away from Tess’ face the Felpin just took a long, deep breath and held it in, her skin lining with goosebumps and her heart racing.

As it turned out, Battlebitch didn’t get her mask all the way off. Not at first, at least. She only managed to pull the deep purple wrappings away from Tess’ throat and the lower half of her face, just underneath the line of her nose. There, she couldn’t possibly resist any more.

Battlebitch pushed forward, pressing her lips against Tess’, taking the opportunity in case it didn’t come by again.

The Felpin woman was utterly shocked at first; gasping into the kiss of the brutish amazon while her mask was still clinging to half of her face. Her eyes and nose were covered by the excess that Battlebitch had removed, and now she faced the strong presence of the taller woman’s mouth hungrily moving in against her own. True to Battlebitch’s nature the woman only barely understood the final nuances of slow seduction and Tess had just a second to savor the kiss before the woman’s tongue was in her mouth, attacking hers like she was raiding a village. Still...even if the kiss was only slow for a second, Tess couldn’t help but reason that it was a fine second indeed.

The two pressed in close; Tess’ bare hands moving up and down Battlebitch’s exposed stomach, exploring the remarkable muscles of the woman that had stood beside her for so very long. She drew in a long, deep breath as she stood against her towering friend, her fingers moving over Battlebitch’s powerful frame to caress along her waist, finally finding a place to hang against the edge of her belt. The warrior wore revealing armor that kept most of her legs and stomach exposed, though what little attire she wore could be easily compromised with a few quick strikes of clever Felpin fingers. For the moment; however, she let her hands simply rest as Battlebitch continued to kiss her. She wanted no distractions in that moment...nothing to turn either her or the warrior’s attention away from what would happen when her mask was finally removed.

The kiss left both women breathless, and when Battlebitch pulled away she took with her the rest of the fabric covering Tess’ eyes. For the first time under Battlebitch’s gaze Tess was completely exposed, wearing but a pair of thick boots that went halfway up her calves. No hoods. No bulky alchemist backpack. No mask. Just ears, tail, and skin.

And Battlebitch stared, dumbfounded. She and Tess continued to hold each other as they stood close, their hands resting against each other’s frame, but for a moment the passion paused. Just long enough for Battlebitch to stare at what she found underneath her friend’s mask.

“Is...Is that…”

“Yes, it is.” Tess responded with a scowl; one that Battlebitch could see for the first time ever. She fidgeted briefly, one of her furry ears twitching as she shifted back and forth in her position. “Y...You can either stare at it all fucking night, or you can move past it and we can enjoy this.”

“Oh, I’m past it.” Battlebitch lied. She wasn’t. She had so many questions. So many damned questions that she wouldn’t be able to press the other woman for in the morning. But when presented with the choice of asking prying questions about the mystery under the mask or getting a piece of adorable Felpin tail...it was a damned easy decision. “Fuck it. You’re still the most beautiful thing I’ve ever seen.”

That time, she wasn’t lying.

Tess could only swallow a blush, and wonder if Battlebitch’s words would be the same if her mystery was ever revealed outside of the walls of the Forgetful Fuckcabin.

A question, like the identity of what laid underneath those thin wrappings of fabric, for another time.

It was mere moments later that all of their clothes laid in a nearby pile, both Battlebitch and Tess’ alike. The two had retired to the comfortable bed that the fairies of the Mysterious Forst were kind enough to provide, and after months of long waiting the moment between them had finally arrived. Though she was nervous Tess knew enough to cling to the spell of the Forgetful Fuckcabin; to hold onto the knowledge that in the morning, whatever transpired would be erased. It’d be like she had never let her walls down at all.

The two were in the middle of a deep kiss, Battlebitch’s tongue probing against Tess’ as she loomed overtop her friend. Her muscular frame overshadowed the smaller Felpin’s, and she was gentle in her treatment of her, allowing one hand to paw down the woman’s waist while the other cradled just behind her head. She kept the kiss close, and even though she ached from the weight of a throbbing length between her legs that desperately wanted to drink of her lover, she wasn’t about to rush things. She had waited too damned long.

Every now and again her member bobbed down, the head of it pressing against Tess’ flat belly and leaving a mark of precum for its presence. Each instance it happened left both women trembling in shock and surprise, their lips turning to smiles through the kiss and their excitement building. Tess’ hands were exploring the massive woman’s frame like they never had before, showing appreciative for the muscles and the scars and the toned, dark flesh. Whether she was fawning her fingers over one of Battlebitch’s remarkable biceps or simply breathing in the scent of the warrior’s hair, she felt a happy contentment that she could scarcely reme-

Purr purr purr.

The kiss broke as Tess winced, her lips pulling back and her eyes shutting tight. Her cheeks were burning red, embarrassment lining her features as the noise subconsciously came from the back of her throat. One of her black ears twitched and she gripped Battlebitch’s muscles tighter, trying to swallow the noise down without even a trace of success. Battlebitch just grinned at that, and let one hand move up to smooth her fingers down the side of Tess’ cheek.

“...purr for people you hate, hmm?” She asked, a lazy smile crooked against her cheek. She leaned in close to kiss at Tess’ throat, her lips drifting back and forth over the spots where the vibrating were strongest. Naturally, they only became more intense with each press of her warm, eager mouth. Though she was highly embarrassed from her primal response to their affection, Tess simply folded her hands into Battlebitch’s hair and whispered in a soft voice.

“You know I don’t hate you.” She whispered, gently. “...at least not really. You...are…” She sighed, and pulled the warrior’s head up, just enough to gaze into her eyes. This was the moment that Tess had partly rued and partly anticipated. The moment when all of her walls broke down, and she admitted to things that had ached in her for a long time. A moment that she had dreamt of and feared coming for weeks. She pulled in close, and kissed the corner of Battlebitch’s lips, whispering idly against her friend’s mouth. “...you’re all I have. So you want to shut your ignorant howler and fucking make love already?”

Battlebitch just grinned, and nodded as she pulled herself into position.

The press of her thick cockhead was enough to startle Tess at first; it was one thing to see how big it was going into random peasant girls, boys, and that asexual plant creature that one time, but it was a totally different thing to feel it pressed against her folds directly. She gripped Battlebitch’s shoulders and gave a nod to the other woman, and after a moment of teasing hesitation Battlebitch pushed her hips forward, spearing her friend on the edge of her long, thick length. A groan from the Felpin filled the room as she was claimed by her large-cocked friend, her folds spreading around Battlebitch’s length and coating her in her sweet, sticky nectar. The two women whimpered, their foreheads pressing against each other as each of them savored and relished the tightness that now bound them.

“...I...technically I knew I could take it because of a few months ago…” Tess breathed out, remembering the day they swapped bodies against their intent. She swallowed, her chest heaving nervously as she did so. “...but I...I didn’t expect it to be so…”

“Tight.” Battlebitch whispered, and kissed against Tess’ throat once more. “You’re so...you’re the tightest I’ve ever had…” Tess just scoffed.

“You fuck anything that moves.” She hissed, her nails digging in against Battlebitch’s shoulders. “I’m sure that’s either exaggeration or complete orcshi-waaaaagh!”

Tess’ head threw back as Battlebitch suddenly started, pulling her hips back and dragging her cock to have just the tip tightly wrapped around by Tess’ warm folds. The woman went into a pattern instantly once she had begun, the dream of fucking her best friend finally a reality, and her body unable to resist. From the very first pull Tess was practically unable to speak and Battlebitch joined her in her relative silence; both women able to do little more than offer hard and guttural grunts as they pulled and pushed against one another in hungry delight. Tess’ legs rose up and made the attempt to wrap around Battlebitch’s powerful waist, her boots linking behind her friend’s back and holding on, making sure that the warrior never pulled back far enough to risk her member slipping out.

The sound of flesh meeting flesh as the two women joined for the first time in their native bodies, and Tess’ hands stretched out, taking Battlebitch’s hair within her grip and pulling her face down, forcing a kiss against her with a growing hunger. She was a stubborn cat that often didn’t ever admit anything even close to affection, but in that moment it was clear that she didn’t just want Battlebitch atop her, she craved her. Her kiss was desperate and lewd and aching with passion as she trailed her tongue back and forth over the other woman’s, purring without any trace of shame as she continued to be rutted with that powerful, think length. The room was already getting hot and was laced with the scent of their joining, and it was only going to get much hotter and much, much thicker.

From the position on the bed the two started to shift after a while; Tess’ legs untangling from around Battlebitch’s waist as she rolled around on the bed. As she took a position on her hands and knees Battlebitch’s cock fell out of her entrance, glistening with nectar and chilled by the outside air. As soon as she was in position the warrior pressed in against her from behind, slipping her member deep inside and soon claiming her the way she surmised all Felpins mated. As she had at Tess from behind she wrapped one powerful arm around her waist, while the other hand moved up, first caressing her tiny breasts and then finally sweeping up to hold her throat. It was a gentle but possessive grip, and as she did it the warrior squeezed her breasts against Tess’ back and fucked her with short, quick strikes that left both of them whimpering. Tess merely let her fingers dig in against the sheets underneath them, her tail twitching and her ears shifting from side to side, every inch of her coiled and tight around the woman she had waited so long to be with. She was almost sorry she’d forget it all in the morning, because...damn. God damn.

The noise of flesh slapping on flesh grew even louder as Battlebitch claimed her friend from behind, holding onto her tightly just as Tess’ hole was drawn close around her shaft. After a few moments of rough crashing into her rear Battlebitch pulled back and released the grip of her arms, finding other places for her hands to rest. By straightening out her back she was able to push herself deeper into Tess, and she let her cock squeeze in as tight as it could, hilting her as she rolled her hips slowly back and forth. She didn’t pull out or thrust for the moment, she was content to just sway her hips and feel the other woman gripping and squeezing around her member like a vice. And Battlebitch’s eyes continued to follow the sweeping, swaying presence of Tess’ long, black cat tail.

A hand lowered and she grabbed the base of it, giving it a slight squeeze and a pull to test the waters. The way that Tess tightened up on her cock told her that it was painful but only in the most delightful of ways, and Battlebitch grinned at the revelation as she started to thrust once more. Before long Tess’ fingers were dug in tighter against the sheets and the woman had even bitten down against the nearby pillow, her eyes winced closed as she tightened her muscles around that thick, penetrating length. The pulling on her tail would make it sore as hell in the morning, but there were few things quite as thrilling as being fucked from behind by an amazon with an enormous cock, and having your tail pulled in the process.

Tess had many thrilling orgasms that night, but the first of them came as Battlebitch fucked her from behind. Her walls tightened and her purring ceased so she could emit a wailing noise of desire; her body clenching around the bed and Battlebitch alike as her hole started to tremble. Her tail poofed up in Battlebitch’s grip and her ears twitched wildly, the purple locks of hair framing them bouncing around back and forth. Her peak was so vibrant and energetic that it was easy for her to drive Battlebitch to a similar conclusion, and the warrior clenched her teeth tightly as the moment proceeded for her as well. Battlebitch might not have grown a poofed tail or twitching ears during her peak, but Tess was still fully informed of it as her member ached and throbbed, and the spout of her length began to unload within the tight Felpin’s tiny slit.

Battlebitch groaned in delight, her hands moving to hold her lover’s waist as she began to empty her sack within her. Twitch after twitch brought more thick white cream into Tess’ entrance, and after a moment Battlebitch leaned forward, kissing at Tess’ sweat-licked throat as she whispered against her in a hushed and hungry voice.

“...Tess...it’s so good…” She mused, rubbing the tip of her nose against the other woman’s cheek. She breathed her in deep, and smiled as one of Tess’ trembling hands moved up, finding a spot in her black hair and holding her close. The Felpin nodded, her purring resuming as she felt the warmth flooding her pussy start to breach around the seam of her entrance stretched around Battlebitch’s cock.

“It...damn you, it is.” She swallowed, shuddering as she nuzzled back into the larger woman. “...lay back. I want on top.”

“We’re going again?” Battlebitch smirked, and rolled her hips from side to side, letting Tess feel as she waggled her length around the girl’s tight, tight hole. “Can’t get enough of me?”

“Something like that.” The Felpin mused with a smirk that was downright sinister. Her lips turned upward and she gave a wicked look, as only a cat could.

“Stop fussing around. You pulled my tail, this is what you get.” Tess smirked, locking her knees into place and lowering her hands, gripping onto Battlebitch’s firm, full breasts. She was squarely positioned so that her slit was poised just overtop the other woman’s mouth, her knees pressing in against her shoulders and working to hold her down. Though Tess was hardly the physical specimen that Battlebitch was, her presence and demanding personality seemed to make the most of it, working to keep the larger woman fully in line. “Besides, I’ve seen you make farm girls do the exact same thing out of their friends, so drink up.”

Battlebitch tensed as she did as ordered, her mouth just underneath the wet, cream-filled slit dragging across her. Tess’ scented sex was a delight to breathe in but the amazon didn’t really expect to be fed her own creampie, a realization that made her cheeks burn as much as it made her muscles go tight with excitement. In her entire life there had only been a handful of women that could take charge of her to such an extent, and the warrior knew she shouldn’t of been surprised to find out that one of those women was Tess. With her own member throbbing as it stood up from her lap Battlebitch grunted as she leaned forward, sealing her mouth against the other woman’s slit and starting to drink at it. Rush after rush of her warm cream fled onto her tongue, tasting herself straight from the source of the Felpin alchemist. From her perch above Battlebitch Tess just grinned, and squeezed her hands on the woman’s breasts again.

“That’s it, cock-for-brains, drink up.” She grinned wide, her voice mocking and her attitude confident. She licked her tongue across her lips as she felt another rush of warmth leave her, collected on the tip of the warrior’s tongue. “Maybe if you do a good job I’ll let your revolting seed inside of me next time.”

“Mnnxt tmnnd?” Battlebitch’s voice was muffled, literally.

And the other time.

And once she sucked it from one girl and spat it into another.

There was a moment of intimacy in the gaze shared between the two, a connection that spoke of their past travels and friendship. Though they didn’t always get along, it was clear they cared for each other, and even after the Forgetful Fuckcabin worked its magic, it would linger somewhere deep inside of them. Tess blushed a bit, and with her passions raging and her heart racing, she threw caution to the wind as she spoke.

“I love you too, Kreth.” The Felpin’s voice dripped from her tongue, once again using the woman’s real name. Battlebitch’s eyes widened as she heard it, and Tess just smiled as she started to lower herself. She didn’t speak until she was fully squeezed down on her friend’s member, and she could feel Battlebitch throbbing against her walls. “...figured you deserve one good memory of that name.”

Memory was a slippery thing, but in that moment it meant the world to Battlebitch. The warrior lunged forward to draw Tess close, their mouths crashing together as the warrior started to roll her hips forward, once again claiming her dear, dear friend. She kissed her hard as their naked bodies began to fall into a dance once again, the Felpin woman joining with the warrior with the remarkable, unusual body.

And at the end of their second romp of the evening, Tess let Battlebitch’s cream stay inside.

In the morning, Tess woke up for the second time before Battlebitch, much the same way as she did before. The same smell of sex in the room. Same aching muscles, tingling tail, and sore pussy. The bitch really had a minotaur-esque cock, that much was for sure. The alchemist just sighed a little as she flopped in against Battlebitch’s ample chest, a hand moving to trace her fingers up and down her friend’s muscles, idly taking paths to draw across her scars as well. She breathed in deep the smell of their joined delight, and even leaned forward to draw her tactile, rough tongue against the side of Battlebitch’s bicep, tasting her one last time.

She’d miss this. Fuck her for admitting it, but she’d miss it.

“...I wish I could remember.” She whispered, her voice so genuine and pure in that moment that it was a shame that Battlebitch couldn’t hear it. There was no sarcasm or ego, no surliness or grouchiness. Just a sincere, genuine hope.

Tess didn’t move again until the door to the Forgetful Fuckcabin opened, just enough for Cinnastix and one of the other fairies of the Mysterious Forst to slip inside. With Battlebitch still sleeping, Tess quickly reached over for the closest nearby garment, starting to wrap it around her face. In an attempt to keep her secret hidden she totally forgot about the Forgetful Fuckcabin’s magic, but the pragmatist within her assured her it was better to be safe than sorry. With...gross, Battlebitch’s leather cock-holding thong wrapped half-across her face, Tess glared at the two fairies with an angry expression lining her face. Her grouchiness returned almost instantly, and the giggling coming from the new fairy was irritating in its high-pitched delight.

“Teeheheee!” She squeaked and giggled, pointing at the two of them. “Got you, got you! Fairy pranks rule!”

Tess instantly had a sinking feeling in the pit of her stomach. She glanced to Cinnastix standing straight behind the other fairy, and the look on her face was...not reassuring.

“We do this to all the big folk! They all find it to be a really funny joke!” The little fairy girl continued, oblivious to Tess’ growing gloom or Cinnastix’ awkward gaze. “Funny fuckers! FAIRY PRANKS RULE! FUCK YEAH FAIRY PRANKS!” She roared with laughter.

“Pussypoo, Tess-a-doodle isn’t going to think it’s funny…” Cinnastix murmured, biting her bottom lip. “...wish you would’ve told me about this last night. I could’ve warned them.”

“Where’s the fun in that, Cinny-Cinny-Cinnastix?!” The fairy apparently named Pussypoo giggled, spinning in a circle. Tess started to growl; her upper lip lifting as she glared at the two. “Big people love our fairy pranks! FAIRY PRANKS RULE SPRIGG PRANKS SUCK DICK YEAAAAH.”

Tess just growled a little higher, narrowing her eyes as she glared at the two.

“...this cabin isn’t really magic, is it?” She asked. The giggling from Pussypoo and the worried look in Cinnastix’ eyes told her everything she needed to know. With anger boiling within her, Tess took a deep breath, hissing through her teeth. “Cinnastix. Bring me a bottle.”