Chapter 2 - The Dull Village

Auntie was in the chair when Una finally crept in the door. She was even in the same stop, same position. Though the contents before her had changed. She had sewing tools about and was currently fixing another hole from one of the farm boys pants. They were always so rough on their clothes, and prone to holes. The shrewd woman turned to a nose at Una when she entered and regarded her unkempt hair and her soaked clothing.
  "You seem to be unsuccessful in your hunting endeavors. Though it appears you took a bath as means to wash away your shame… With your clothes on." The woman said with a high and mighty aura. Una shook her head and took the stairs to the side and slowly lifted herself over them. Each step felt like a monumental struggle as a blunder were dragging behind her, shackled to her ankles. She panted and rubbed her still throbbing temples. Una was struggling with just basic movement, and really didn't have the energy to listen or argue with the patronizing woman.
  "The chief told me that there would be a trader coming though tomorrow. I believe we might be able to use some of the pelts you've gathered for trades." She woman called up to her. It was good news to hear, though she was unsure how much animal pelts would be valued to a traveling merchant.
  "Maybe we can trade for some food or dried meat." Una said as she finally made her way to the room. As she entered, she closed herself away and slumped against the door. Her back slid across the door frame and nearly lost her balance and fell to her ass. Hands fumbled over the clasps and buckles of the leathers and stripped them off. They fell away and landed on the ground with a bit of a soggy slap. The leather was treated and finished, so it was somewhat resilient to water, but once it got wet it would take plenty of time to dry. She picked it up and gave it a gentle squeeze. The leather pants had the soft yet ever ever permanent pungent scent in them. An unfortunate effect of seemingly a gallon of girl-cum that she had soaked into her bottoms.
  She hooked her fingers into her still damp panties and rolled them down. The fabrics stuck to her body and had to be peeled away, thin strands of her fluids still sticking between her skin and the cotton. Una grimaced. Even after a dozen of climaxes and about an hour after the thorns had been removed she still had an ever flaring libido that refused to be sated. She stared down at the tented stretched fabric of her panties as she pulled them away from her, and the sticky strands that connected her smooth pussy lips as she contemplated rubbing her mons to fruition for another climax. Her stomach churned with the makeshift meal, and head swelled with the lingering aphrodisiac like scent. No, it was better just to change and sleep.
  Una changed into her softest sleepwear, a linen pair of underwear briefs, and a woolen shirt that hung loosely off her upper body. Both were scratchy and scraped at her body and made it feel as though she had sand in her clothes. Her bed was much more inviting than her clothing, the cotton of the sheets hugging her and wrapping her in the more calming embrace. Once she had laid down, she was sure she could no longer move. Her body felt like a sack of freshly pulled potatoes. Though, as soon as she carried herself into the bed, she didn't want to move; eyelids fell shut and mind began to drift into a murky, corrupt dream. 

  Una was in the woods once again, though she was unfamiliar with her location. The trees had unusual flowers on them that she didn't recognize. The trees stood tall and had thin winding trunks. The canopy was like a large dome, blocking out any natural sunlight and wrapping the area in large intertwined leaves that wove in and out like a sheet made of vines. Some distance away the leafy dome moved closer to the ground and seemed to cascade down like a waterfall from the trees. Una spun around in dizzying circles, she spinning for far less time than the forest did.
  It was a vibrant mix of various greens, pink and yellow flowers, and hearty browns from upturned earth and healthy bark covered tree trunks. It was a truly healthy forest that was untouched by human hands. She raised her arms apart took in a deep breath of the fresh nature. This was such a pure and kind place it made her feel free and lightweight.
  "You appear very at ease for someone tainted by evil." A voice interrupted her tranquil enjoyment. Una drew her arms back up to her body in fear, recoiling into a tighter defensive position. She looked around to find the source of the voice.
  "Who is there?" She continued slowly to pirouette as she searched for the origin of the voice. Finally her eyes landed on a beautiful ruby coloured stallion. Its mane was well groomed and it was powerfully built. It trodden silently on the grass as it seemed to emerge out of nowhere from behind a tree. She eyed it quizzically.
  "Do you not recognize an emissary of your God? Perhaps I should send you on your quest without aid after all." The horse said. Though his mouth didn't move. It was almost as if he were speaking directly to her through her mind. Despite the short distance between them she could hear him clear and crisp. She squinted at him as she tried to recall some deep forgotten memory. She was no whiz when it came to religious lore, but she was informed in her deity. Or she was at one point in time. Finally after a moment of studying the front half of the horse before her that remained almost motionless behind the tree trunk, it came to her. While her mind was foggy and the name escaped her, she did recall a powerful horse that ascended into legend for the Stag God.
  "I'm sorry, my mind is foggy… Forgive my rudeness. If you speak truth then what can I do for him, the Stag God?" Una asked as she turned her head to herself and looked over the branded tattoo on her arm, of the downward facing bow. Only just now did she see she was without clothes. Was she always naked here? She was midway to a kneel, but shame took her in its grip. She completed the kneel, but also covered her chest with an arm, hugging it to herself. The other hid her crotch from sight. The stallion's voice chuckled somewhere in her head. It stepped forward, finally revealing its lower half.
  The horse had a beautiful ruby coloured coat, long and wild, yet rich hair over its neck and down it's back. Its tail was a large tuft of wispy red strands that nearly reached the ground. It stood a proud height of nearly 8 feet tall at the base of his neck. He was a large horse, nearly 10 feet long from nose to tail. Una tried to swallow but there was a lump that had grown in her throat that refused to be gulped down. Her eyes couldn't help but linger on the imposing member that hung from between his lower legs. It nearly drug in the ground with every step, bouncing under its own weight and spring back. Even from a distance she could clearly see the veins that decorated the length, and a huge round bulge that separated it into two halves, a bright fleshy pink, and a melted pink and black thicker base. She finally tore her gaze away from it and gulped several times, trying to get the thick blockage from the base of her throat.
  "Oh little Una, there is nothing you must do for him. It's more, he wishes to enable you to see what you will do. Those with power can do, after all." The horse spoke slowly as it took slow strides in a gentle arc toward her. It didn't turn to her all at once, but instead it began to approach as he circled her. She turned her head as she watched him, feeling his eyes on her. Her cheeks burned with embarrassment, and a twitch of her insides down below made her cheeks burn even more at the realization that she was actually wondering about this massive horse, and what it might be able to do to her all too small body.
  "What do you mean, Sir?" She asked as she watched him, now straining her neck to watch as he began to move behind her. She was aware with how she was kneeling he surely had a good look at her ass, even potentially getting a good look at her unspoiled asshole and tight slit.
  "Ah… What can you do…? Perhaps a Divine Tracker… No, too aggressive for you. You have a strong urge to protect. A strong urge to bear burdens onto yourself." He would monologue as he circled her. She felt eyes upon her naked body but did her best to not move under his scrutinous gaze. "Ah. Perhaps you would like the power to endure the trials and tests the will befall you. That's it for sure. You shall be a Wilderness Warden. Someone astoundingly resilient to evil and a protector of the forces that threaten to overtake and destroy nature." He said triumphantly. She heard his hooves come up next to her, and from her kneeling position she could see his front two hooves matting down the grass beside her. She looked up his legs, up his chest, and then up to his face. It was staring down at her with deep hazel eyes.
  "A Wilderness Warden?" Una asked.
  "Aye. A paladin that stands up for the protection of nature and the good of all." He responded.
  "Me? I don't think I have what it takes to be a paladin." She said with a smile and a shake of the head, the image of a large man in heavy plate armor and with a big shield calling to mind.
  "A paladin is more than just his armor. Anyone can wear a metal suit and wield a sword. It takes someone with a strong sense of what is right in the world, and a strong dedication to a higher power. I believe you have both." He grinned, the first time his face moved more than just the flaring of nostrils. She didn't feel she had a strong sense of what was right, especially after what she had done earlier. The memory of jerking off a wolf was fresh in her memory, even if she could excuse it was a drug induced urge. Even now the strong scent of the equine emissary next to her made her body slowly grow warm. Now that he was so close, all she had to do was turn her head, and she would probably come face to cock. In fact, the musk of it was heavy and peppery in the air.
  "If you believe I can… I will happily take any gift my lord shall gift me." She said, shaking the thoughts from her mind and attempting to keep the silence between them short.
  "You have doubts. And fears." He spoke to her mind itself, and took a step forward. Just from the corner of her gaze she could see a massive bulbous flare of his flesh member. She opened her eyes wider and she did her best to focus in his deep brown eyes. It was as if he was in her head, peering into her thoughts.
  "You have been taught many things. And I just taught you more. You'll find when you next wake you will be able to perform the work of magicians, your senses will be honed. Though with these powers you may find yourself drawing more attention than before." He continued. He looked over her though he began to move once more. He remained close to her and made a small circle around her. She turned her head to keep her eyes on his, though stopped a few steps to her left.
  "There is more you can learn as well, in fact. There are a vast number of ways to combat evil in fact, and you may not always win by brute force or even by your wits." The stallion said. "Furthermore, not everything you have learned may be true. There are things that are still considered wrong in the eyes of the world, that you may have to do in order to survive." His words loomed in her head. Her neck began to strain as she remained staring up and to the side due to his height over her.
  "I may have to kill, I understand that." She offered back.
  "You will have to kill, you may have to steal and lie, to deceive others." He explained. He took a sidestep closer, further straining her neck to look at him. "You may have to even fuck." He said as the lips of his extended face rolled back to reveal a strange, animalistic smile.
  Una looked up at him in confusion. "To fuck?" Her neck strained and the muscles in her back began to ache in order to keep up the gaze right ahead.
  "You already have had thoughts of it, why not indulge yourself? You'll find it's not as wrong as you may think." He said. Finally Una could keep her head up at his gaze no longer. She was growing dizzy with the fatigue of staring up, either forced to look down or fall back. She chose the former. Her eyes fell down to the ground in front of her once more, only to find she was now staring at the drooping yards worth of cockflesh hanging before her. She gulped, seeing the member in full detail now. It was a turgid, bumpy member. It glimmered with it's own natural fluids that gave it a sticky and slick appearance. The cock had the thickness of her fist, rivaling the knot thickness of her previous meal.
  "Go on, get yourself a handful and see where it leads. I'm sure you'll find nothing bad comes of it." He said as he shifted his back legs. The simple motion caused the mammoth like cock to do powerful circles in the air. From the tip a strand of viscous ooze swiveled and swung like a pendulum. She gulped down her fear as lust built in her loins. Could she really do something like this again? The first time she was able to dismiss it over the fact that she was altered by the strange magics of the plant woman.
  "You most certainly can. There is nothing wrong with giving in to a need such as this." He said directly to her, once again reading her mind. She hesitantly reached forward until just her fingertips grazed over the bulging veins of the massive equine cock. It was warm and squishy to the touch. The slow heartbeat pulsed along the meat, traveling over her fingers one after the other as it moved down over the vein. She pulled her hand back to her suddenly, heart rate spiking. A tiny line of warmth rolled down her thigh as her body began to prepare itself instinctively, and she returned her hands to the member. This time she was more sure of herself, both hands leaving her body and exposing it to his gaze if he willed to take it in. One hand weighed the large muscle, lifting it and cradling it in her palm. The other tested the firmness of it, wrapping around the thinnest part and tightly squeezing. He horse stamped its front hoof into the ground in excitement, or enjoyment.
  It was the hardness of a toned stomach. It had the softest bit of squish on the outside, allowing her grip to indent into the girth just enough to find some purchase. Though under the surface it was a solid bundle of flesh that was like a malleable rod of iron. She gulped as she tugged at the length. Her hand was wrapped around it to her fullest, though her thumb and middle finger cleared only about half of the girth. Still, Una watched with curious eyes as she struggled to pump her grip from under the flared head along the start. He horse let out a heavy sigh that rumbled from his chest and his member began to grow thicker and more firm in her grip.
  "If you truly wish to enjoy it, I advise you to let me take control. Just lay your head upon the floor and submit, and I shall give you everything you wish." The large stallion said as its voice echoed into her mind. She nodded, lust fogging her logic and rational. He was a deity, or at least an immortal message of one. She had no right to refuse his requests. She moved her hands away from the cock and slowly presented herself. Even from such a short time of teasing her hands along his member, she could see the sticky mixture glistening on her fingers, and the scent of a deep earthen heat clung in the air.  She dismissed it and lowered her head, nearly taking a face-full of cock as he moved in time. It missed her face, but as his large legs stomped around her and he positioned himself, she could feel it slap over her shoulder and then drag along her spine. She shivered, even though the forest was warm, and the cock was hot.
  He stood there a moment, and she wanted to look back and see him. To see how he was seizing her up and silently judging her body. Instead, she lifted her hips more and folded her hands under her as her chin rested on the soft ground and just waited. She could feel the flare of the cock trailing down her body, leaving that long strand of pre to glisten her back like fine crystal jewelry. It bumped over her spine and then the small of her back. Finally, it paused as the member rested between her asscheeks. The bubbly orbs of her squishy asscheeks dented under the weight of such a fine member and she felt the heat radiating off it.
  "Worry not… It will fit. True Strike, my pet." His voice seemed to chuckle, as she heard his hooves scraping over the grass as he dug in. His hips pulled back and the cock's weight disappeared. Mere moments later the flare barreled down against her virgin asshole. The size was larger than her first, the flare reminded her of a dinner plate. The huge flat head spread her tiny pucker to a hip straining gape even before it made any room into her. She clenched her teeth and inhaled the soft ground, nearly choking on a mouthful of grass. A powerful shudder hit her asshole, her hips, and then up her spine. She felt her hole wrap around the lip of the flared head slowly. She was pushed an inch forward across the ground, her knees remaining stationary but her upper body thrust forward from the force against her asshole alone. She wanted to scream, but couldn't with a mouthful of the ground.
  Still, with a will as strong as his, and the strength to more than make up for it Una's body had no choice but to become a living receptacle for horsecock. Her anal ring gaped the thickness of a thick milk bottle, and the first ridges of the massive flare began to wedge themselves on in. She whimpered as she felt her body becoming ruined all on the whims of this talking horse. Though, there was very little pain. As the first rung of the mighty cock finally squelched into her petite hole she let a cry of pleasure out into the grass, feeling the blades of them tickle at the back of her throat and hardly even caring. The first big passed by her anal ring and the pressure that carried it in just kept going. She felt every nerve of her pussy being scraped and squeezed as the thick flare dug in past them and bashed her tailbone, nearly half a foot of horse cock now lodged in her guts. She coughed at the grass and gripped it in tight handfuls as she tried to find the words to curse or voice her discomfort.
  When she really got to thinking about it though, there was almost no discomfort. The massive bulging length that forced its way into her should have left her screaming and kicking as it destroyed her virgin hole, yet instead she could feel the flat cock head carving out her insides and the thick length that followed it, dotted with veiny tubes, stroking her insides pleasantly. It was like her body welcomed his member and even tugged for more. Her pussy leaked a now ever flowing stream of moist juices down her quivering thighs and the flare pushed up against her deepest points from her anal cavity. She reached one hand down just in time to feel him pull back. The lip of the cock bulged in her pelvis just under the skin as he nearly sucked her ass from her body. She cried out and nearly came, all the nerves being stimulated once more. It was just too good for how big he was, and how small she was. Or maybe this was just how it was, to be fucked by a creature far larger than she, far more powerful than she.
  Una unhitched her mouth from the grassy overgrowth and took another breath of fresh air, just to have it pushed back out as the horse bucked his hips down into her once more. Despite the size difference, attune to fitting a wagon through a foxhole, his flat cock head and the many inches beyond it probed deeply into her asshole like a heated knife through fresh butter. She couldn't help but moan and push her hips back against the cock. It slowly slipped deeper and deeper within her, she felt it wrap her lower intestines over the cap of it only to have it stroke and suck at them on the back pull. She heard the horse stamp its hooves onto the ground next to her and pull closer, all the while the inches of his flared cock being swallowed up. She pushed herself up into his embrace as she lifted her upper body up, supporting her weight in her palms and her knees. Her shoulders were locked under his front legs, finding him kneeling down from his proud height to meet her too.
  There they were, he bending lower in the front and she rising up to meet him, their hips connected by his long arching cock. She felt it churning inside her just behind her waistline, easily wearing the first dozen inches of her asshole as a fleshy sleeve. She couldn't help but shudder and let out a shaken moan. It was a long, animalistic groan, starting as he pulled back and beginning to taper off, before a pleasureful burst of energy renewed it as he rammed home once again.
  "Quite the experience… " the horse groaned into her mind. Just then she felt a massive squirt of warmth in her lower intestines, and felt a shudder in his hip pumping. The horse above her huffed a warm breath into the air as it pulled back and left her ass feeling empty again. She could feel his thick messy precum slosh in her gaping asshole, the fluids of it slowly seeping into her anal walls and warming her body. Her libido was on fire, and it was pretty obvious by the constant stream of girl-juice that dribbled down Una's thigh. The horse hesitated, the massive flare tugging softly at her anal ring and just a couple inches of it within her. She gripped the ground tight and curled her toes as she shoved her hips back as she straightened her legs to meet his cock. She forced herself down on that powerful member and felt it rearrange her insides even more than before.
  "How eager. Perhaps you really can take it." The horse chuckled at her own thrusts. Inside she could feel the girth of the stallion cock growing thicker and more firm. Without either of them moving she could also feel the flare digging in and sliding further into her backside. She let out a soft whimper as she realized his cock was getting even bigger. What followed was a gut wrenching, stomach deforming thrust that made her knees weak. The horse bucked forward and into her more readily presented ass and began to wear her intestines as a cock warmer. She moaned at how every vein would push past her anal ring and add to the stimulation. Her pussy twitched and milked over a nonexistent cock as his rod stretched and stroked the nerves from within. She felt her stomach churn as it was somewhere behind her belly button, rearranging and tugging at her ass to make room for more and more cock.
  She looked down out of curiosity, wanting to see just how much she had taken and to see just how much more he had to go. She opened her eyes wide as she watched a large lipped bulge if his cock bouncing jarringly back and forth under her skin past her belly button and moving up toward her diaphragm. She could see the thick round bulge of his medial ring that marked a bit more than his halfway point far beyond her reach, still more than a foot away. And then further off still, his balls swung with each thrust. They looked like heavy melons, bouncing and knocking off one another as he humped into her body. He was far too big, and she would never fit him all on.
  Still, Una wanted to feel him use her body as a condom. She loved every thrust, and even while her pussy received no attention itself the outside stimulation was enough to keep her slowly riding the peak of sexual pleasure. She shuddered often with near orgasmic spasms, and tried to push back even more. Her hips rose to meet his cock and slide it deeper still, but she strained under the intense friction her vice like anal cavity provided. Every inch required so much effort to widen and stretch herself on. She groaned in annoyance, only to hear him chuckle.
  "Good girl. Let me reward you." The voice came, smooth and calm. She was basically able to stand under this horse and her asscheeks still did not meet the underside of his body. Though the angle was much more forgiving now, and the horse took advantage of it. He rammed his hips forward and she half bounced off him, half just took it. She felt the cock, already stretching her up to the stomach, slurp further and deeper into her. She felt an odd nausea within and realized that his cock head must have been stirring the contents of her stomach. Then it pulled back, her anal ring doing it's best to keep intact, heavy veins tugging and pulling her anal juices out and letting them roll down her thighs. Thick globs of precum fired off from his tip, making her feel fuller once again. It was such an odd sensation, though not one that was entirely discomforting in this situation. Her eyes again turned to look over the damage he was doing and she swooned, seeing the lipped bulge bouncing back and forth in her stomach a few inches from her swaying breasts. He was punching at the back of her stomach with every thrust, using her entire digestive tract as his cock sleeve.
  Her pussy lips opened and closed very softly, as her lower muscles spasmed and tightened. She groaned and felt the warm trickling sensation of climax begin to work it's way through her. The horse above her grew harder in his thrusts, battering hard against her stomach. He pressed firmly as deep as he could and she felt a thick spurt of his warm cream travel down his shaft. She was taking more than 2 feet of his monster member, and it seemed like 2 more to go before she could say she had taken it all. She could feel the strange sensations of having about a foot of cock rapidly pull in and out of her asshole, churning her stomach, and massaging her vaginal nerves all at once. What a cock, to be able to reach so far and stimulate everything along the way. She moaned aloud.
  He rammed forward with needy thrusts, the pace picking up and she hearing the sloshing of hyper virile balls. Her anus slurped and squelched, desperate and degenerative noises echoing from her body. She didn't care though, and she moaned anyways. She watched the cock bruise her stomach with each thrust and willed herself to hold off until he came. She tried to moan once more, but her voice was caught in her throat as a wet cough came up. She recognized the taste, somewhat. It was the salty, sticky phlegm of his precum. It was thick, even diluted by the saliva, it was thicker than the wolf before. She swore it was a much more smooth and tasteful flavor too. The wolf had a gamy, rich flavor that stung her tongue, which the horses pre was soft and sticky and the consistency of ripe syrup. It tasted more natural and oaky. Perhaps it had something to do with the diets of each creature.
  Una swallowed it back down and let her eyelids droop. She felt her first orgasm building higher and higher, she was on the verge of cumming any moment now. She looked forward and smiled softly, just letting the horse do its thing. His thrusts became more brutal, each slam forward making her taste more of the silky precum as it was forced up her throat, and she could feel the flare thickening and spreading her stomach even more. She wanted to be like this forever, horsecock using her ass like a toy, and she about to be blasted full by balls the size of her head, full of thick horse cum. She didn't even care if it was frowned upon. Her eyes lazily took in the calming visage of trees and nature before her, focusing on the sight as best she could as she felt his hips buck into her. The entire shaft thickened, his thrusts slowing for a moment as the friction between their sizes was just so strong. Though, he picked back up, even harder and faster. She felt like he was trying to ram his cock up her throat now, precum leaking up her esophagus and drooling around her now clenched teeth. She fought back the orgasm, it building even higher and higher. Soon, she assured herself.
  Her eyes went wide suddenly, several things all at once becoming clear. His cock expanded with the force of climax, she felt the cum traveling down the shaft and into her body even as he rammed deeper. Her esophagus gaped wide suddenly, he barreling past it as if he meant to ruin her all the way through. Girlcum shot from her pussy and she arched her back against the cock in her as she nearly fell from her knees buckling. Luckily, his cock was supporting all her weight. Her eyes however beheld something sinister and terrifying that threatened to rob all pleasure from the moment.
  Before her, leading up against a tree with the most smug and devious smile plastered on her lips, was a beautiful young woman. Though, woman was a bit of a stretch in some ways. While she had a perfect hourglass like shape, wide hips and round ass, massive head size breasts, there were plenty of features that made her appear as something more. She wore metal undergarments, that seemed to be plastered over her privates rather than worn. Elaborate decorations on the tiny bits of metal that hid her nipples and crotch gave it a regal and expensive appearance. Chains grappled the pieces of armor together and hung in low arcs with even more elaborate amulets and jewels woven in. The woman's face was smooth and pale and perfect in shape, her wide smile revealing several sharp teeth. Her eyes stared at Una and the horse, or past them, or even through them. It was hard to tell, as they were without pupils and solid sheets of white that gazed on their direction.
  Utop the mystery woman's head was a huge crown like headdress that fanned out in a large spiked semi circle around her head. Her back supported 2 bat wings that were as tall as she, and seemed to glow with ever changing runic markings. Her legs were plump, though past her knees her legs changed into large stone like hooves that glowed with fiery heat just below the surface. A trio of whip like tails swished and swayed around her thigh, each like a thorny rose stem, barbed and serrated spikes dotting the edges. As she looked at the woman, nothing could convince her otherwise of the menacing demonic nature of the woman. Still, she was in the middle of a powerful body shaking orgasm, and it was all consuming. She felt the horses first cumblast traveling up his cock for what felt like minutes, the huge tube thickening and finally delivering a blast of chunky, ooze consistency cream to the back of her throat as the cock slammed forward, and cum shook down her thighs as she soiled herself. For now, all she wanted to do was buck her hips against the horsecock and taste his cum.
   Though, she was left wanting. No sooner had she laid eyes on her and given herself to orgasm, and no sooner than the cum had reached the horses gloriously thick flare, did she wake from slumber. 

  Una was almost in tears, her fingers knuckle deep in her cunny lips once more and her juices soaking the sheets. She rolled forward as her thighs shook in pleasure, she still cumming even as she awoke in a dizzying fit of rage, and cum soaked her thighs and rolled down her hand as it worked her lips. She whimpered and tears streamed down her face as she used her other hand to wedge into her bottoms and tenderly touch her previously gaped shit hole. Instead she felt a petite, puckered hole that was slightly moistened by her pussy juices, but in no other way unspoiled. She came down from her orgasmic high and panted softly, touching her asshole a couple more times, even prodding her fingertip against the hole to test it. Sure enough, her ass was virgin once again, no sign of a thigh thick horsecock rearranging her insides.
  As she finally came down from orgasmic convulsion she frowned at herself, and began to wonder what was wrong with her. She was getting so worked up and frustrated over the fact that didn't have her guts gaped and body destroyed by a magical horse? Surely she should thank whatever dream state she had been in for saving her from the body deforming cock that she was still quivering over. She should instead focus on what he said said. She could perform the powers of magicians? And who was that woman there watching them. She swiftly rolled out of bed and changed into her third pair of clothes in a day. She sat down at her desk and puzzled over what she should do.
  "Pray." The word echoed in her head, somewhere far off and yet right in her ear. She looked around but found no one, and simple swallowed. She didn't feel fearful over it, simply nervous. She decided to listen to it though. Una clasped her hands together and focused her attention onto the memory and everything she knew of the Stag God. She whispered quietly to him, asking him to bestow her powers to her, to allow her to heal, to protect, and endure. She felt nothing at first, minutes ticking by as she was left with just her muttering. Though, a warm glow embraced her. It was soft at first, but soon her skin felt as though she were in the warmth of a sunny field. In her ears, she could hear the whistling of wind as it rushed through leafy crops. She then fell into a trance like daze, as her chants faded off and she relaxed into this calming environment. Before she even realized she was lost to it, she had snapped back to attention and felt the tingly sensation of warmth focused in her fingertips. She was back in her room now.
   "That was certainly something…" she marveled as she stood up and looked over her arms. She could feel the warmth receding away as she looked over her body. The branded tattoo on her arm flashed with a magical light for just a moment before she felt as normal as she always did. Perhaps a little sore from yesterday, but no more warmth or breeze over her skin. Una dismissed it, and wondered what powers she might have. She would have to read up on them. She also remembered the strange woman. It seemed a bit risky to ask around town, but perhaps there was some book she could look into. Then there was also the trader that was coming today. She placed a hand on her flat stomach and felt the clawing emptiness. She had to get some food too, and would need to tend to the farms even if the crops continued to die, it needed to he done. Today was going to be a busy day. 

  Una was on her knees with her hands tenderly cupping a small sprouting. It was drooping and discoloured, a single leaf in the stalk curling in the first stages of a slow decay. This was corn, or the start of it. Last week she had planted it in the fields and while the seedling was successful, once it began to grow from there it seemed to run out of nutrients and die. It was very strange, the soil was plenty healthy. Worms churned the soil, and fertilizer was applied quite generously. The soil was moist and soft. It was the same mixture that the village had been using for the last several generations. They continued to rotate crops and grow them effectively every year. Just this spring, something was causing the plants to die out as soon as they began to expand.
  "Maybe it's the sun or the heat?" She wondered aloud. A few dozen feet from her another farm hand looked up at her, before turning her attention back on replanting the dying plants near her. The sun wasn't overpowering, clouds often rolled over the sky. The temperature was the same as last year, too. It had rained a small amount more than last year, but nothing out of the ordinary.
  "Stupid plant… I wish you would just grow." She said aloud. She finished the sentence silently, thinking about how if they did then she wouldn't have to brave the forest every day in search of her next meal. 

  With the farms tended to, she decided to try and gather food from the woods. She would stay close to the village this time. There was no way she was leaving the immediate vicinity of the village. She couldn't do much in the way of hunting. She brought her bow and kept her eyes out for small game. It was almost maddening to believe she found no squirrels chittering about, no raccoons or opossum rustling through the leaves. Una knelt close to the ground and slowly collected fallen nuts from the trees, inspecting them and tossing the majority of them back to the ground. Most of them seemed to be rotting through, or partially eaten.
  She sighed in annoyance, moving onto some berry bushes. She examined them closely for several seconds. Unfortunately, inedible. She collected a handful of them and poked at them as she rolled them around in her palm. They were bitter berries that could be mashed and turned into dye, but would likely cause nausea and dehydration upon eating them. She sighed and shook her head.
  "Why can't you be blueberries or something. You know, something edible." She grumbled. Just then, a glowing light sparkled from her palm and enveloped the berries. The dark blue berries glowed a sunny yellow, and then began to fade. When the light left them the berries were now a much more plump red. They were unlike any berry she had ever seen before. Just as before when she had prayed to acquire her spells, as the light left her hands it then travelled back up her arm and faded away into the branded tattoo. It was as if her powers came and returned to there. So whatever this was, it must have responded to her wishes for food. It wasn't quite what she expected when she thought of miracles.
   Food, huh? Might as well give it a try. She decided once more to put her faith in him, the Stag God, and she lifted one of the berries up to her lips. She paused for just a moment, but a grumble from her stomach was all the courage she needed to pop the tiny ball beyond her lips. It was almost flavorless, a tiny bit of sweetness and the smooth seed's texture were about all the berry held. Though when she swallowed it felt as though she had downed a full meal. She felt more than full, borderline sluggish for a moment. She blinked a couple times in amazement. She stood up and tucked the berries away into a small pouch at her side. 

  Her next quest of the day took her to the home of the village chief. He was an older man, bordering senile in his growing age and something between a shaman and a psychopath. She knocked gently upon his door with her knuckles and heard some shuffling just beyond the large wooden cabin door. It paused, then began to shuffle again. Una leaned in a little and her brow furrowed into a small line. Finally, after nearly half a minute the door opened. Before her stood a young woman. Her hair was halfway tight back in a wood-brown ponytail, with a red ribbon keeping it up. Several strands of it had either escaped or not been put up properly and were laying over her cheeks and in her eyes. The woman had brown eyes as well, nearly as dark as the messy hair. Sweat glistened her forehead and her breath seemed a little short.
  "Yes, what is it?" She asked. The woman had an impatient tone about her voice. She talked as though she were in a position of power, looking down on Una. There was no way she was more than a couple years older than Una though.
  "Uh… I wanted to… ask the chief if he had any history or religious books I could read." Una stumbled over her words, taken aback by the curt rudeness of the young woman. She rolled her eyes and gestured her inside.
  "You may ask him but he isn't feeling much himself today." The young woman said as she stepped aside. As Una entered the chief's home she was greeted by many older relics. The furniture was hand carved oak or mahogany. It was a dark natural wood with a glossy finish. On the shelves were various tools and gadgets that she could only guess the purpose of. Shelves had books that seemed to be recently dusted, yet not recently moved by the buildup of grime that coated the spines that no amount of light dusting could keep away.
  "Don't snoop around. Just ask him." The young woman said as she opened a heavy door slowly. It creaked on the iron hinges. Una nodded as she moved away from the shelves and took a step into the door. She could see the wispy beard of the village chief in the sunlight that streamed in through the cloth curtains beside him. He had the blankets up to his waistband and wore a simple white and blue robe that revealed way too much of his wrinkled chest. She gulped and took a step into the room. While he was the chief, and had the final say in any major matters, he wasn't quite in power or in control of anything anymore. A few too many blows to the head when he was an adventurer had left him soured in his old age, and the majority of the leadership was done through his two sons. Though, when he was in the right frame of mind, the old man before her was still the most wise and insightful person in the village, and had led them to many good times.
  "Hello Sir. I was wondering if you would allow me to read up about religious lore. I have grown curious about our lord and his ways." Una asked. The old man seemed to ponder as he stroked his hand through his beard a few times. His hand tugged at his face and pulled at the loose skins his fingers got stuck in the vast beard. It was slightly knotted and matted with years of wild growth.
  "Ah, yes. I have a couple books like that in my study. Just ask Olive here to show you where they are." He said finally, and waved the two of them away. Una looked back at the other woman, Olive, to see the look of surprise.
  "Really, what about the… wait, no. I will do that Sir." She said as she turned and beckoned Una along. With that the two of them were off to yet another room in the house. The entered a tightly packed room with books, paperwork, bits of metal from broken down tools, and various other miscellaneous adventuring gear thrown about. Una had no idea where to start with this. There seemed to be no order to the madness, with things scattered around the room and nearly packed to the ceiling in some places. Fortunately for Una, Olive had an idea of where to go. She was already off in one corner, uncovering books and stacking them in another pile as she shifted things about. Una wrapped one arm around the other and shifted her weight from one leg to the other. She didn't want to touch anything for fear of it all coming down on top of her.
  "So uh… Olive. You help the Chief out? I've seen you around but never really talked to you." Una broke the silence.
  "Yes. I am studying under him to become a Magus, just as he was. I am hoping to learn something from him before he loses what's left of his mind." She responded. Una crept a little closer, although she had to sidestep to get past a large table with a dozen shattered plates from an armor set.
  "A Magus? Is that like a Wizard?" Una asked as politely as she could.
  "Hardly. It's more of… an arcane Cleric. Little bit of armor, little bit of weaponry, little bit of magic." Olive explained. Una nodded along, though she understood only partially. "A Magus uses magic to enhance and strengthen their attacks. A Wizard uses magic for destruction or manipulation." She continued. Una nodded once more, though more confidently.
  "So you're in training with him?" Una asked.
  "Some days. Other days I'm here to keep him from causing trouble." He said with a heavy sigh.
  "What kind of trouble does he get up to?" Una questioned as she rubbed her nose. The upheaval of the mountains of materials here had cause dust to stir into the air.
  "He is a bit… of a trickster. With a very twisted sense of humor." Olive admitted. It was as though a shiver had crawled up her spine, as she gave a little shake at the thought. Though, she finally stood fully upright once more and held out a small stack of books to Una, who took them with a small bow of the head in sign of thanks. As they exchanged books and pleasantries there was a crash from the other room. Olive's eyes immediately darted to the door in which they had entered.
  "Oh no… speaking of…" She mumbled as she started to make her way out of the room. A few dozen seconds later, awkward shuffling and nearly knocking over various piles of junk, both women exited the room. Olive darted for the slightly ajar door, and gasped out.
  "No no no… Chief, change back! No!" She began to yell in both anger and frustration.
  "I need my release and I need it now! No one leaves until I get what I want!" The old man yelled from behind the door. His voice was strange, almost like he was hissing out his words. Olive turned back to Una and gulped audibly.
  "Please help me… I'll do the heavy lifting but… well, this might get weird." Olive said, her flesh a bit paler than it had been minutes ago. She pleaded silently with her eyes at Una. Una placed the books down on a table and gave a little nod. She wasn't sure what she was getting into, but there was no way she could leave the poor woman alone with whatever task the Chief needed. Una could see the panic draining from her face slowly as she nodded and opened the door wider and beckoned her in once more. As Una slipped in the door it clattered shut behind her, causing her to spin around in alarm to look at it. Then her eyes turned to the Chief, curious of the scenario.
  Before her was no longer this wiry old bedridden man. No, now in, or rather on the bed, sat the large coiled body of a green and blue striped serpine beast. It had the upper body similar of a humanoid, yet from its hips was a powerful serpent's tail. The upper body was much more broad than the Chief, though it still had his eyes and his wispy beard. The face had elongated and bore similar crest like frills on either side of the head that resembled a cobra of sorts. One hand was raised up into the air and the fingertips were extended at Una, and the door. The beast let out a chuckle and uncoiled from the bed. His body rose up, and he beckoned at them as his hips became exposed and revealed exactly what Una had gotten herself into.
 Olive seemed to already be preparing herself. Her hands were at her buttons of her pants and undoing the string of her shirt. Una looked from the odd snake creature to her, and back again. From where his upper torso met the bottom snake tail, there was a slit at where his pelvis bone might be placed. From this slit of glistening pink insides not one, but two foot long genitalia hang in the air. There were no balls to be seen, but the pair of foot long reptilian cocks were smooth and a fleshy pink. They hung one over the other, but both were suitably hard so that they remained apart enough to distinguish the pair. Both had a slightly pointed tip, a cock head with a crown of nubs and bulbs around it. Beyond the heads there was a ridge of pointy bumps on the underside of the cock, otherwise they were smooth and featureless.
  "Chief, you will keep your hands off her, do you understand?" Olive said as she shoved her pants and underwear down at once, giving Una a good look at her ass. It was round and firm, though clearly had some jiggle to it as she stepped out of the bottoms.
  "Oh, are you going to take both?" The snake, or rather the Chief asked. He wrapped one hand around both cocks at once and began to stroke them. Despite how long and firm the appeared they did flop and bend as he handled them. Olive shook her head and stepped forward.
  "No, just one. Now lay back down before you throw your back out. And hands off me too." She began to give him commands, to which he submitted. As he laid back his upper body sank into the mounds of blankets and pillows once more, and his lower body slumped to the edge of the bed, the end of his tail pushing up against the frame and spilling over it a little. His 'hips' were right on the edge and the pair of cocks were lazily pointing at the ceiling. They both drooped a little, going in different directions, but mostly remained pointing up.
  "Ok, just uh… make him cum, and we can go." Olive said as she climbed up into the bed. She kneeled down over him now, her naked body poised to take the upper cock. Her shirt had been loosened and pulled back so that it would stay out of the way. She faced Una, giving her a good look at what was about to unfold.
  "Aw don't be like that Olive. If you don't use your sexy voice I won't be able to cum, and you wouldn't want that." The old man said as he wrapped his arms behind his head and sighed. Olive shook her head and looked right at Una as she secretly pointed a finger at her open mouth and made a gagging motion. At the time, Una was unsure if she had meant it in reaction to the Chief, or to tell Una to start thrusting the strange cock. Una however tied her hair back and got in closer as she began to mentally prepare herself for it.
  "You know you can't last more than 10 minutes anyways." Olive mumbled as she began to lower her hips. She gave Una an up close and personal view of her stretching her pussy lips around the bulbous crackhead. Una watched, her eyes no more than a foot away, as Olive reached down and held the somewhat soft cock firmly as she spread her thighs open and lowered her hips down. Her pussy was almost clean shaven, a small neat trim of brown fuzz was located above her lips. Her outer lips were a hint darker brown than the rest of her mound and seemed to be more adjusted to this sort of thing. She was in no way gaping, her pussy still quite small for the task at hand, but the way she handled the cock and stretched her open for it showed some level of expertise. Her lips parted and reveal the pink folds of her insides, the petite opening widening around the pale pink cock.
  The cock head seemed to squish down considerably with the natural tightness. As Una wrapped her hand around the cock to test this herself, she found that before applying any pressure the member was too thick to wrap her fingers around, though with some pressure she managed it. Una watched as the folds of Olive's pussy wetly swallowed the bumpy cock head, the bumps visible under the stretched pink for just a moment before she let out a soft groan and began to impale herself on the reptilian cockflesh. Una swore Olive was enjoying herself, even if she was showing signs of disgust toward the Chief himself. Una herself began to help, attempting to get him off as fast as they could. Una wrapped her hand over the upper part of the cock, and another hear the bass. Both of her hands narrowly missed being able to enclose it. Though it was an oddly receptive cock, it still was too large to be something between a human man's legs. With both hands wrapping around the tower of flesh, a few inches of it still poked free from her palms. The underside of the cock sported a ridge of barbs. They were more solid than the rest of the cock, and sprung back into place whenever they were unattended.
  Before her eyes Olive began to ride the cock with a slowly building vigor. She watched as her cunny opened to and took more and move of it, and then rose up once more, the crown if bumps tugging at her opening from within, before dropping her hips once more. Una could see the juices that continually were dragged back out by the barbs on the cock, and that slowly seeped back out as she withdrew the cock. Una decided to pick up the pace, to keep up with her partner in crime's enthusiasm. Both hands slowly pumped the cock together, squeezing gently as they did. From base, where her lower hand hit his hips and came away slightly slick with his natural publications, to nearly the tip where she squeezed out a dollop of milky white seed. It bubbled from the tip, growing larger and larger, jiggling at the crown.
  Una was unsure why, but she leaned down and planted a kiss right on the tip, not even paying mind to the large drop of pre that balanced on it. Her lips both pushed it around so it coated them like a gloss, and also sucked at it as she kissed the cocktip with a strange unwarranted affection. Her eyelids drooped for a moment as she relaxed into it as she continued to stroke his cock below. Before her, inches away, she could see Olive riding more than half a foot of cock, it stretching her lips around him and she constantly drooling over it with her arousal. The sweet scent of lusty need peppered her nose as she watched her rise him. From behind Olive, Una could hear the Chief let out a long winded moan. Una pulled away from her kiss and remembered that Olive was more than just a constantly oozing fuck box that swallowed up snake cock. She glanced up at her to see a soft but astonished look on her face.
  "Wow, he likes it. Get back to it, he never lasts long when he transforms into a Naga. Urg… he is getting closer." Olive said as she impaled herself with renewed efforts. Sure enough, it did seem he enjoyed it and was growing closer to orgasm. The cocks seemed more firm now, much of the soft squishy flesh turning into a more dense bundle of nerves. It was still more squeezable than the other cocks she had experienced, but now closed the gap between them quite a bit. Una watched as Olive leaned back and placed her hands on the bed. It gave Una a wide open look at her spread lips, engorged clit, and stretched pink, just in time for Una to see her really begin going to work. Her hips wiggled in a much more refined pattern, lifting up until a couple inches remained in her tight box, and then ramming her butt down to take as much as she could. She could see a bump in her pelvis from where the cock pushed up against her skin just at her waistband. The cock bent to meet her angle of thrusts but it was now solid enough to be fighting back against the tightness.
  Una nodded as she felt the cocks become more firm in her grasp. She was worried she had done very little in this, instead, being fixated on watching Olive destroy her snatch with nearly a foot of Naga meat. Una gave the cock one more firm stroke and removed her upper hand and replaced her lips. She bent lower to the ground and angled the cock more horizontally, resting her arm against the smooth wood frame of the bed and parting her lips around the cock. Her tongue was there to cradle and lick over the underside. She guided it into her mouth with her tongue until she strained her jaw just a little and had taken the crown of barbs. She felt the cock softly rubbing over her teeth, but it was soft enough to pass them without issue. She was determined to not be useless to Olive, wanting to put in at least half as much effort as her.
  So she steeled her mind and shoved her face closer to his base. It hit the back of her throat sooner than she had expected, the effort to take if in much easier than anticipated. She had sized it up and expected such a large cock to grind and rub and strain her jaw, causing enough friction to make it difficult. Instead, it was actually quite easy. So much so that with the effort she used to shove her face forward, inertia propelled her into taking the cock into the opening of her throat, pushing against her windpipe in just one motion. She let out a surprised noise, somewhere between a gulp and a cough, nearly gagging on the member. She opened her eyes wide and looked down the cock, then up the other one to gaze at the gaping cunny that stretched over nearly a foot of it just before her.
  Una began to push and pull her her jaw over the cock in time with Olive's thrust, or as best she could. Her throat opened and closed over the cock every time and sticky strands of saliva began to pool in the back of her mouth. She lapped at the underside of the cock as she throated it, a solid 8 inches of it coated in her saliva. Her tongue wiggled under and around the nubs on the underside of the cock, even occasionally reaching out to lick the inch behind her lips. This caused her saliva to roll out the corners of her lips and down her bottom lip and dribble onto the floor below. Each time she met her hand as it held the cock firm and she strained her neck to get him in. Soon enough, she removed the lower hand too and got a lower vantage point. Both her hands were on the ground as she pointed her butt out from the trio. Her throat made wet 'gluck', 'slurp' and 'squelch' noises as she willingly limited her chances to breath in favor of plugging her airways with snake cock.
  Olive seemed to be quickly approaching orgasm herself, making Una's pussy quiver and drool in her pants. Olive was stifling moans at this point, her hips never really lifting much. She spread her legs even more and readjusted her stance so she could work with the lower to the ground thrusts, her soles of her feet balancing on the edge of the bed frame as she spread herself for Una to see. Una was impressed with how fast she was power fucking the cock, and her throat was straining to keep up. Luckily, as Olive began to shudder, the Chief too appeared to be on his last legs against oncoming orgasm. Perhaps out of need for support, or some untold comfort toward Una, Olive reached forward and pushed her fingers into Una's hair. Her fingers slipped into the tight ponytail of her golden locks and cradled her skull as she let out a loud moan. She didn't pull or push, simply grabbed at her head and went with the flow, as her fingertips stroked her scalp.
  Una watched as Olive came over the cock, strong twitches from her lips as she clenched down on the cock, and a powerful quiver rumbling in her thighs. Her toes even curled to grip the bed frame better. The Chief hit his climax too, and less enjoyably, he seemed to follow along Olive's example. From the gaps between her legs and his hips two hands reached forward and grabbed her skull. She saw the Chief leaning forward just slightly from behind Olive, as she felt his bony hands wrap around her head. His pinky fingers were at the base of her hairline and almost around her neck, where as his other fingers criss-crossed over the back of her head, over Olive's, and pulled. He let out a raspy groan and Una was brought down over the rest of that large cock. She could feel it thickening even more as it was shoved further down her throat. Surely it was bulging her throat. She could feel the first way of cum as his cock rested just past her voice box. She could also see the twitching cock within Olive, about an inch away from her face.
  Olive clearly enjoyed the way the cum flooded her. She writhed in orgasm and forcefully fucked herself down on the cock to make it fill her even more. Una would have been impressed with her vaginal capacity, if not for currently being showered with girlcum. She shoved her hips down to the base, where Una was being held, Olive mashing her clit right up against Una's nose as her body spasmed in climax. Cum poured down her throat in time with the orgasmic twitches of Olive, helping to solidify the idea that Olive was getting off to the feeling of receiving a Naga creampie. Una's lower face was coated with the sticky girlcum, and the Chief's powerful hands held her there as he flooded her throat with cum. He was so deep that she didn't have to swallow or anything, it just dumped into her guts.
  As the cumshots began to slow, Olive was beside herself with pleasure. She shook with residual climax, and the Chief gave Una's skull a few more tugs. Una was quickly running out of breath and tugged against his grip as she moved one hand to push away, one on the bed frame and the other missing it in the heat of the moment and pushing at Olive's inner thigh. The desperate attempt for air was forceful enough to knock her off balance, she falling from her carefully poised perch on the bed frame and onto her butt on the Chief's stomach. In doing so, Una could see the upper cock pulling out rapidly. It happened so fast, but Una got a perfect look at her.
  All in about a second, Una could see Olive's pussy gaped as the cock tugged free. From this position, for just a moment, it looked like a cavernous hole, wide open and at the very end of the dark pink cave, a small doughnut like ring beyond it, it took stretched partially open. The hole had a stream of creamy white frosting that seemed to explode outward like a waterfall, quickly filling the gaped walls of her pussy, that simultaneously clenched back down to meet it. The meaty, sticky upper cock sprung free and slapped Una between the eyes and over the bridge of her nose, and the last thing she could see before cock blocked her sight was the overflowing creampie from a ruined pussy, the still quivering thighs of Olive and her confused but pleasure contorted face looking down at poor Una as she was still locked in an oxygen deprived facefuck. It lasted for a few seconds more, before Una could hear a loud slap of hand met flesh.
  "I said don't touch her!" Olive yelled, and the hands were finally released. Una immediately de-cocked her throat in one movement, nothing but a saliva coated cock leaving her mouth for a full second as she pulled away and fell onto her ass. She coughed several times and sputtered. She wiped away her lips, finding thick ropes of her throat spit still connected to her lips. They had broken from his cock somewhere in her tumble, but she could see about 10 inches of spittle drooling off his lower cock onto the floor, and found another half dozen inches of sticky spit over her chin and onto her leather shirt, sliding down the material slowly. She groaned and burped unexpectedly, the taste of his seed fresh on her breath. Finally she panted softly and began to clean her face when more.
  Olive was still there, legs spread and cunt now oozing cum everywhere, what looked like a couple cups worth of it on the Chief's serpentine waist. From behind Olive she could see the Chief wave his hand in the air, and then heard the door creak open behind her a crack. Olive sat up just a little, her stomach curling as she did and even more cum suddenly oozing from her. It occurred to Una that Olive had been riding his cock into her womb, she forcing him beyond her natural barriers to take him even deeper. Una couldn't help but be amazed at the moment.
  "Better leave… before he gets his second wind." Olive warned. Her hair was more of a mess than it had been when Una had knocked, and sweat glistened her hairline. It dawned on Una that the Chief and her might have been in the middle of something like this before she bothered them. As much as Una wanted to ask a hundred questions, she knew by the warm tingle in between her legs, if she didn't leave soon, she wouldn't need to wait for a second wind from the Chief. Lust was clawing at her mind already, and she needed to go before it got the better of her again. Una stood, still gasping for air and nodded.
  "Thank you for the books again." She said awkwardly before leaving. The picked up the books on the way out and showed herself out, still wiping cock and throat sludge from her chin. She began to hiccup as she closed the door behind her and stepped into the warm spring sun once more. She blinked, amazed and disgusted with herself once again. She kept swallowing, feeling like the cum would come back up her throat at any point now. She stepped forward a few times and turned her head as she felt like someone was watching her. She couldn't shake the feeling, or find someone who was gazing upon her, but she did spot her next job for the day. 
  Just down the road she could see the large hooded caravan wagons of the merchant and his guard. She grinned softly and fixed her hair with one hand as best she could and began to make her way there. Time to see what the monthly trader brought this time. 