<name tag: rook>

Another non-powered heroine story, I blame the rustling serried yellowed leaves this time bashing and clashing about upon dying summers chill turned breath. Well that and Mr. X’s emails full of ideas going this way and that with dozens of hints crowded shoulder to shoulder of what may be coming over the hill in the months to come at dangerbabecentral! That has to be one of the funfest sites around right now! Sort of an amusement park where you ride on monsters and ran by runaway ragtag children and gibbering goblins; and all the park attendants are young women who ‘popped’ their double DD cup training bra’s long ago and never bothered with such things again, preferring now to wear tight little uniforms and big sheepish grins, while overhead clouds of flying monkeys make such a fearsome din! Rook.

THIS STORY IS DEDICATED TO THE ARTIEST URAKANDA.

…faraway…

The young blonde girl stopped upon the hilltop of golden swaying grass and turned to survey the little house behind her which stood with its back to her and its small front to the dirt road that ran in long looping strides over the hills and through the wooded draws to eventually meet up with the cobble stone road that ran straight as a rail to the heart of the town, parts of which she could just make out peeping above the shambling tree line to her right. A few other small whitewashed stone and wood thatched houses not dissimilar to her own sat to the right and left of her small abode on the other side of the orange hued dirt road but she noted that none of them were quiet as nice as hers or as clean. The garden that ran encased in the sturdy white wooden fence behind her house was very neat and tidy and it was the only house along the sandy clay road to have its very own stone well. No walking a mile down to the babbling brook for buckets of water and then stagger a mile back with the wooden yoke digging in against the sweating woolen pads on your neck! No sir-ree! It was indeed a very lovely house. Except for all the wash hanging on the rope lines across the garden propped up with rude wooden poles where they slowly waved about like wing clipped clouds. Or the large wooden tub full of well water and suds and a metal ribbed washing board half dunked within its wet rim. Or the heavy rugs all morosely shoulder hunched like a clerical parade the long wooden paddle now leaning against them where a few minutes before the poor wretched young girl had been pounding away like mad while hacking and coughing and sneezing until she could stand it no more! And she had taken the moment of her sisters leaving with a basket full of finished laundry to deliver up the road to make good her escape for an hour or two.

The young girl her long blonde hair with its natural silken curls which fell about her shoulders turned away from the small house with its hideous loads of laundry still waiting to be done and sighed as she continued on up the golden hillside’s last sliver of a crescent and looked about her for a nice comfortable place to sit down. The grass was tall and slithered against her hips and whispered secret things to her skirts but she found a good spot just over the hilltop and out of direct line of sight from the road and the houses along it and she stretched in the warm not too hot early autumn sunshine and smiled. She was tired of her older sister’s constant haggard nag of losing their house and the need for her to do more work since their father had been impressed into the wars and left across the channel two years ago. Lose their house?! Where was their house going to go?! It had always been there. It was simply too heavy to be moved anywhere else. Sometimes the young girl had to wonder at her older sister who was no fun anymore. She always seemed to be tired and rushed about and never had any time for games anymore or walks in the woods to pick wild berries or to slip down to the stream with her for a swim while they pretended not to hear the boys whispering in the thorny brush along the far shore. No fun at all!

The young girl dropped her bright red leather bound book gently to the ground. It was her favorite book because people could see its bright red binding from quiet a distance and it was just large enough to look very important but not too large to be too heavy so she could carry it in one hand without too much effort. The girl did not like reading much but she loved when people would complement her about being so well read! She liked complements a lot in fact! She often felt that the reason her older sister treated her so briskly and nagged her so to work more and try and set her up with nasty chores in other people’s houses to no end, was that she received so many more complements than her sister. Yes, she was certain that was the chief cause.

The waif sighed in delight but then frowned at her dusty dress and rankled up her small button nose and began to disrobe. She often came out into the summer fields to bathe in the sun naked; Though in truth she usually did so a few hundred yards in that direction where she would be much nearer to the small grove of oak trees. The trees looked like bushes from this distance and they swayed silently across the ocean of golden grass, usually they would be full of boys if she was taking off her clothes like this and they would watch her all day long as she lay upon the grass naked pretending to read her book or nap. But she had exited her house from the back gate and not the front gate set in the low front stone wall where the boys living a few hundred yards down the road would all see her and race to tell the others that she had a book in her hand and was heading to her sunny spot on the hill. No, no boys today in those distant trees, and that disappointed her a bit as she liked to be much admired in all aspects. Boys were funny things anyway; sometimes she would call out to them to come down from the trees and take off their clothes and join her but they would just look fearfully at her and climb higher up into the mighty tossing limbs. Other times she would ignore them and pretend she did not know they were there as she did whenever she went down to the waterfall of the brook to cool herself in the icy waters with a lingering dip.

It was a simple matter to be out of her clothes as she did not like complex things though she did very much like pretty things so she cleverly wore clothes that had many bows and ribbons but which were sewn in place so she could undo the sides of her dress and slip out of it by herself rather than needing another to help her undo a bunch of hooks and eyes in the back and unlace and gather up a handful of ribbons and lace. It was her sister who fashioned her dresses thus, that was how her sister made most of ‘their money’. She sewed up things for people either patching or making up things new, that and laundry. That well in their backyard was perhaps not as nice as the young girl first thought, having it in their small backyard meant everyone along the dirt road was more than willing to pay them a few copper coins to wash their garments and linens than to haul extra water two miles to do the same for themselves. Ugh. Stupid little well!

They had a nice dogcart, but no horse. Her older sister had decided to sell the horse as well as the field oxen and rent their crop fields to let another neighbor farm them instead. The young girl had said that was stupid but secretly was glad as she realized her sister would have probably made her plow and sow the land herself?! But now they could only go into town with one of the neighbors when they were willing to let them jump on back of the buckboard as it was a four mile walk one way and had to curtail their needs to catch the ride back home. To everywhere else they had to walk and everywhere else seemed a tiring ways indeed. Luckily the old farmer who farmed their land paid them in flour brought back fresh from the mill in town when harvest time came so they always had bread baking though they had not had butter for what seemed a giant’s age. Still there was jam and that was fun to make though a bag of sugar was several weeks of washing and sewing and her sister often sold their preserves or traded them around so the table could be stingy at best!

Still there was their orchard of their grandfathers down the dirt road a ways that still bore small hard apples that tasted good in pies and made great cider though they were not very good to eat plucked by hand and bitten into as one might wish. Everyone pitched in for the apple picking season and everyone pitched in at the cider press. It was like a grand party and lasted several days. Everyone who helped got a few baskets of apples and got to fill a jug or two of cider. All the rest of the apples and the cider the old farmer would load up and take into town to sell with her sister and her going along. It was a lot of hard work and it did not seem to produce as much money in face of so much hard work, but it was a lot more fun than beating rugs and washing boy’s dirty shorts!

The young girl snapped her dress in the wind several times flapping off the dust as best she could before letting it lay upon the heads of the golden grass where it sunk down in places bore by the weight of the fine needle work of her sister. The girl looked around her again, a bit wistfully at the distant small knot of empty oak trees and frowned and sighed. There was no point in setting to her book as there was no one to see her reading it and besides it was in something called Latin which made no sense to her at all but which many a passing priest had patted her head and blessed her soul bringing as big a smile to her face as to theirs. No, nothing for it but to lie down and relax a little and watch the clouds pass in the halcyon sky. So she raised up first one foot and then the other, unbuttoning her ankle boots and tossed them next to her dress and wiggled herself down into the momentary loud rustle pushing out a matted patch for her to lie upon.

Her father was a very clever man. He had helped build the mill in the town, and the large stone bridge that passed over the river that the brook eventually emptied into, and he had over saw the construction of the stone church in town, as well as many of the other buildings. The king himself had sent horsemen to come get him and make him an engineer in his great war over the waters. Their house was full of books and had many strange things so clever and useful that it was often visited by others, such as the bee hive in boxes in their garden from which with smoky branches they would pull out combs of honey and scrape them or spin them in a metal barrel of her father’s design. She loved honey, but the bees terrified her so she would watch from the house when her sister and the old farmer collected the honey in the fall. All the boys would call her honey girl, since their families would buy honey from her house and she had long golden silken hair and she liked that. She liked that a lot.

The young girl lay down in the tall grass and watched the white billowy clouds slowly pass. She looked down at her reclining body and smiled. She knew she had a pretty face and a nice body. Boys and men would stare at her whenever they saw her and if they found her alone they would stare at her boldly without any pretense of looking at anything else and lick their lips as if they wanted to snap her up in their jaws and devour her with wolfish bites! But she was not afraid of boys as she was of bees. No, she could make boys do almost anything for her with but a smile and a nod or a little softening of her voice into a husky whisper and a downcast upward glance of her large long lashed shimmering blue eyes. Other girl’s would frown at her and look at her with some degree of envy and fear and tug their boyfriends or husbands a bit closer on their arms, but they did not scorn her or openly mock her for she came from a well-respected family who had done much good and no harm and few other families could lay to such a claim as that.

The girl lay upon the warm earth and smiled up at the cool blue sky and did not feel the least bit bad that she was not hard at work washing all those piles of clothes or spanking the heavy carpets as her sister had ordered her to, no, for she had discovered a new secret way to make money much faster and easier and with a lot more joy and reward than what her sister stubbornly insisted upon setting her to task. The young blonde girl quite by accident had found that her neighbor Mugs boy would pay her three whole copper pieces if she just put his boy-thingy in her mouth?! Incredible but true! It had started out simple enough, she had been naked as she very much liked to be when the weather permitted it, and the boy had been watching her, as she very much enjoyed boys to do, and had called over to him and he had come over to her out from the bushes shaking like a leaf in a storm. She had talked with him for a while, sitting there naked and him in his clothes which she noted in disdain he had both soiled the knees of with his hiding and had torn the knee of and thus would mean more work for her in her near future, and somehow perhaps because they were alone with no other group of boys around she had convinced him to shed his own clothes and join her in basking in the sun.

The boy had very reluctantly done so pulling off his garments ever so slowly until in peal of laughter she had yanked them off for him. Naked, she had been much interested in seeing his body for she had never seen a naked man other than the stone and marble carvings in town which her sister would always admonish her for staring and touching. This boy did not seem to mind her staring and touching and she set to work studying him all over, having him twist and turn and jump and bend over and such as she studied his parts that seemed most new to her and different from her own. She felt wonderfully tingly as she touched those new bits and much surprised and awed as his boy parts grew in size and stiffened in her hands?! It was the red faced breathless boy who had promised her three copper pieces if she would but kiss his shaking shaft and he hurriedly retrieved them from his tossed aside britches and gave them to her. She had looked long and shocked at the copper coins. It took her several hard hours at six tubs of clothes to earn so much money?! She had quickly set the copper coins aside in her dress upon which she knelt and began to kiss his very purple looking appendage with much excitement. It was not long before the boy in a near fit of spasm erupted a gooey white oily substance not unlike the smell of small crawfish upon her hands and face and mouth and she had been for a second terrified that something medically drastic had just occurred. That she had unwittingly killed the boy!

For indeed the boy had dropped like a bag of stones at the moment of his spurting! “You-you peed on me?!” the girl had stammered and looked disgusted and angry at the boy as she began to wipe off the sticky gunky ooze from her face and hands upon the boys naked quivering thighs. But the boy had not peed nor had he died and soon the girl found that many boys would pay her any coins they had or trade her rabbits or squirrels or even a deer they had hunted and slain for what would always amount to just a few moments of her kissing and licking their swollen shafts which would spurt and then go flat.

The wild game had increased their merger larder much to her sister’s happy surprise and the older sister was quickly convinced that the young girl who she had decried as worthless over and over again was in fact a well skilled huntsmen. ‘Diana’ she had called her and let her go off to wander in the woods with a bow and quiver of arrows on regular occasion. The bow and arrows were another ‘trade’ she had made with one of the rare older boys who had not gone to the war yet and he did enjoy her services so much he actually taught her how to shoot and how to mend her bow and make arrows which were just as necessary a skill as shooting the yew bow. “You teach me to shoot, and I teach you to shoot as well,” The girl had smirked and laughed at the blushing boy.

The girl lay there her young naked body drinking in the warm embrace of the sun and wished she had run into the house and collected up her bow and arrows before venturing forth as it would have lessened her sisters wraith when she returned latter and found so little done while she was a way in the days prescribed labor.

Though her sister’s wraith was little more than sighs and eye rolls and tsk-tisking with head shakes and never much more than that, so the young girl was not deeply alarmed or worried about the comeuppance and lecture she would no doubt face upon wandering home in the late afternoon. Besides she had a bag now just brimming with copper coins and three silver coins and a silver ring and a brass ring and four copper rings well etched with chassed silver designs hidden near her bed in the loft. She could always bring that out and wave that under her sister’s nose if worse came to worse and say she had been selling game to other families as well as bringing some home.

‘Hides and things perhaps?’ the girl mused drowsily as the sun rubbed her naked body in luxurious massages as the grass waved and rustled around her and dull musty earth and sharp tangy snapped grass stalks tickled her small nose both inside and out. That well jangled bag was meant for a new horse so she could take herself into town whenever she felt like it and go shopping and walking about as she loved to be well dressed and seen by many busy people who would all smile and nod and tip hats at her as she hurriedly sauntered by pretending to be busy herself. Mostly she loved the town’s large park full of trees and benches and a fountain, very rare for such a small town to have a fountain, designed and half fashioned by her father; for there were always many, many, people about there to see and watch her as she promenaded about the place. ‘Oh, she needed a small umbrella!’ she had always wanted one since she had saw other ladies carrying them. Her sister said such parasols were useless and couldn’t even keep one dry in the rain, but that was silly as you never went walking in the park in the rain anyway! Ugh! Sometimes her sister was so dense.

The warm breath of the sun soothed her and she could feel herself drifting off into slumber as the wind sagged and birds larked in distant song and soon she was fast asleep her body feeling delicious and tingly in all her girly parts and she smiled and dreamt of touching boys thingies and making them spoosh as spent disheveled crowned princes gave her kingdoms and fancy coaches with many fine horses with feathered traps and-

The young blonde girl woke slowly. Some dark cloud had parked its self over her face and she raised up her head to see why it felt so oppressively near. But even as she opened her eyes the shadow fell back and she had to raise an arm over her blinking face as the sun flooded back in upon her. She worked her way, squinting, up onto her elbows and looked around her, there was a tall man all in layers of heavy black clothing and black great coat with a black slouch hat clamped upon his winter pale face.

He looked at her non-pulsed from the side of his long angular face and spoke, “it is dangerous to lay here to sleep. There are centaurs in the fields and satyrs in the glen and foul beasts in the wooded draws.”

The girl paused to whip the beads of sweat out of her eyes, “Who-“ but the man was suddenly gone. She got up slowly and stood looking all around her, he was most certainly vanished but she could not hazard a guess how he had disappeared so quickly as nothing but the swaying golden grass lay all around her for quiet some distance. “I wonder where he has gone and so suddenly too?” The girl raised her hand to shield her eyes from the sun which seemed a trifle stronger than it had been when she had lain down. ‘No, he is nowhere to be seen,’ she lowered her hand to join in bookend to its mate upon her haughty full hips and then let it drop to rub absently at her round proud buttock to brush off any dirt that may be there. “He was armed. A rapier and dirk, both finely made but his clothes and their design were odd. A stranger then, he did speak with an unfamiliar accent? Don’t get many of those with the war going on.” She pulled a golden rod of a stalk from her hair and spit a few strands of silken coils from her lips and then leaned over and brushed at her thighs to make sure she had no bits clinging to her before putting back on her clothes. It only took one wayward strand of an inch of grass or a bit of dirt to create an itch under one’s dress! And so impossible to get to without disrobing it all! ‘But where had that man gone to?! It was not possible that he should traverse the distance to reach any point that would block him from her sight in the short moment it had taken her to reach her feet!’ as the fumes of slumber passed from her mind she began to find it increasingly odd that such a man should accost her in such a manner or dress and then vanish so readily.

“Dress?!” Her dress was gone! She searched around her franticly but it was to no avail it was missing. “He must have taken my clothes! But why? He had not the look of poverty about him and they would be worth little for sale or trade? Besides as I had looked up at him from the ground I could see both his hands plainly and one had rested upon the hilt of his sword and the other had been empty. I doubt he could have hidden my bulky dress anywhere upon his person?!” the girl again scanned the humped horizon for the man in all directions and saw nothing but rolling fields and wooded draws as far as the eye could see. “My sister is going to murder me when I get home and I have to tell her l lost my new dress! UGH! Why on Earth did he take it! OH!” She fumed and stamped her feet. The wind had picked up and was now whipping the tall stalks of grass in great swirls around her and she could feel a sudden coolness rising in the air, “a storm is approaching I had better hurry home and take the wash in or my sister will be even madder still!”

The young long curly haired girl took one or two tentative steps, for the cad had taken her boots as well leaving her barefoot, before she realized that her house was gone. She stopped dead and frowned. “Now that is odd. My sister was always saying we could lose the house but I never- no wait the road is gone too. And all the other houses as well. This must surely be the wrong field then? Perhaps that strange man carried me here in my sleep?” But other than the houses and road being missing everything else looked the same; the hills, the trees, the fields, it all seemed exactly the same as before. “But it must not be the same? It must be different! Surely houses cannot just be so readily and easily moved, can they? I know! I have slept walked! My sister says I use to do that a lot when I was younger. I must have done so here again today! I have somehow managed to get up and walk around in my sleep and that impossible man was simply something part of my dream. For I must be awake now as this does not feel like sleeping at all, but how can one be sure? What if I am still dreaming? Those storm clouds rolling in so fast and dark and loud seem real enough. If I have no home to find shelter in then I must make for the trees or else I shall be drenched as well as lost!”

The girl rapidly made her way to the distant and very familiar cluster of oak trees picking her steps as carefully as she may and clenching her toes together so as not to get the tall grass caught between her toes which it seemed to do anyway despite her curled attempts to avert it. So she often had to stop and pull the grass free and rub her soft feet against a sudden hidden sharp stone and make an ‘OH!’ sound and purse her lips and crease her brow at the boiling sky overhead. She reached the lofty large trees just in time as a few hard pelts of rain came down upon her head which she rapidly shielded with her hands and raced forward making more concerned ‘Oh-Oh-Ohing!’ noises. She had just clutched the wide truck of one of the trees when the sky let lose all at once and poured down sheets of rain and thunder.

She let out a breathy sigh of relief that she had managed to escape a drenching as she could feel the rain must be very cold as the air had taken on a brisk chill as the wind whisked it around her and the shuddering trees. She rubbed her upper arms and crossed her ankles rubbing her buttery thighs together as she leaned her buttock against the coarse truck and ‘BRRR-BRRRed’ while her thick ruby lips trembled against the sudden change in temperature.

The storm was violent but short and as suddenly as it had arrived it splintered up letting the rays of the once again warm sun come angling down. Now it was the shadow of the oak tree that retained the chill and the girl ventured back out into the tall grass pasture land to catch the pockets of sun splash filtering down amongst the cloy wet grass and warm her naked body again. She decided it seemed best to walk down to where her house should be despite it so obviously not being at the foot of the hill where it should be and see if she could see some hint of reason as to where it so suddenly gone away to? So she walked carefully through the thigh high wet grass and tickled her palms upon its golden rod tassels as the thick black and blue clouds occasioned shook a few cold drops upon her as the sun beat the angry wooly flock aside and beamed its warmth and shimmer so that all things seemed to oddly glow in the odd shadowy light.

She did not quiet make it down to where her house should have been waiting for her as she saw a short man with a large backpack trudging up the hill she was on at an angle from her and noting that he did not seem to see her she moved curiously toward him until she could hear him distinctly muttering and complaining as he staggered on his head down and his hands up high on the straps of his large pack. He nearly walked into her only stopping suddenly and in much surprise a stride from her person. The look of startled shock upon his odd large nosed and large eared and large chin face caused her to laugh despite herself and the man broke out of his shocked revile to yank his soaked cap off his head and clutch it to small his rain drenched chest. “Oh pardon me ma’am. I did not quiet see you there, names Mac Givens, it is a pleasure to meet you.”

The young girl smiled and made ready to introduce herself when she paused open mouth and suddenly concerned, for she could not remember her name at all?! That had never happened to her before and she found it most unsettling but try as she might she could not remember her name. She thought suddenly of her house and the large wooden sign that had hung next to the front gate that had her father’s name upon it and thus her own last name but she could not for the life of her recollect what had been written on that sign?!’ No wonder her sister had been so concerned about losing the house! One lost their name with it?!’

All through her racing thoughts the man had continued talking and she now found herself confusedly smiling wondering what he had been saying while she had been desperately trying to remember her name? The man seemed to be waiting for her to say something as he clutched his hat so that he wrung out the water from it onto his already soaked shirt and leather vest. She could only smile broader and nod, that always seemed to work on boys, a smile and a nod when you had not quiet understood something they were blathering about or hadn’t been paying attention at all or were wondering when they were going to get around to suggesting you drop to your knees and start kissing and licking their manhood, sometimes they took a very long dull time to get around to suggesting that.

It worked, and seemingly reassured the man smiled wide with a toothy grin and replaced his sopped hat upon his equally wet brow and took a step aside of her and pointed out over the farther hill where the road and her house and about a dozen more houses should have sat nestled and started to speak again. For the first time she noted that she could not see any of the distant tops of the buildings from the town over the tree tops?! ‘The whole town is gone too?! Now that is just plain carelessness on someone’s part!’ this fresh line of thought had unfortunately blanked out again what the man seemed to be telling her and she felt odd when he looked back at her with a sigh and chuckled at her and she realized that he had been speaking to her now for several minutes and she had not heard a single word! ‘I wonder if he even speaks the same language as I do? For his face and build and dress are all so strange.’

He seemed to be done speaking for the moment and moved off another step or two and the girl took the opportunity to speak to him, “did you see a man all in black pass by you? Tall, very pale, thin of build and face, had a wide brim hat, and a heavy cloak like coat… see anyone like that?”

The short man had turned his back to the girl and talked now over his shoulder as he reached down in front of his groin and moved his cod piece and tights aside, “I can’t say that I did. In fact you are the first person I have seen all morning since I wandered off that ‘short cut path’ that merchant told me of and got myself lost out here.”

A sharp scent of urine assaulted the girls wrinkling nostrils and a loud continuous splashing pouring sound brought the curious girl inching around the man’s back so she could get a good look at what he was doing. He was peeing! She had seen animals pee and had seen a boy’s thingy many times of late but she had never seen a boy pee with his thing before. She poked a finger in her open mouth as she always did when she was curious and took an open step to move around the man so she could get an unobstructed view of his thingy peeing on the ground. ‘They don’t have to squat down to do it.’ she noted and thought that seemed a bit unfair. ‘must be nice to just be able to yank it out and relieve one’s self without all the bother of yanking aside skirts and such and finding a nice place to squat and balance and aim it so you don’t soak one’s own legs and feet and clothes.’

He was peeing a lot. In fact it seemed like it would never end! A rather rancid musty smell was whiffing up from the golden pool that was disappearing down the hill slope in a muddy river. The girl took another step around so now she could get a good look not just at the mighty stream he seemed to be pouring out of him but at the appendage doing the deed itself and found herself dumbstruck. IT WAS HUGE! More than huge it was enormous! More than enormous it was… big. Really big. He had to hold it with both hands and it hung down to his knees. And it was limp; experience had taught her it would get considerably bigger under her expert lips tutelage. The man was looking at her with a trace of unease and he maneuvered his shoulder and a shuffling sidestep to block her view to which she grabbed his shoulder and yanked him bodily back so she could lean in and get an even better view!

The man swallowed hard and shook his boy thingy a few times and then laboriously tucked it back into his striped tights and cod piece, the young girl watching wide eyed and intently until he had it all packed well away and clearing his throat he opened his mouth to speak. The girl cut him off, “do you have any copper coins?”

The girl was a full head and shoulder taller than the short man and she eyed him carefully as he walked in front of her hidden for the most part by the large pack upon his back. He was leading her back to the nest of oak trees she had just quit a short while before telling her something about himself and asking her various question about the place and if she knew where the nearest road was situated. “The road,” she had told him, “appeared to be gone and the area around them much changed and yet not changed at all so I am uncertain of anything myself.” The man had ‘humphed’ at both of them being lost and noting the lateness of the afternoon had suggested they make camp for the night and had pointed out the trees.

For the most part the girl ignored the ramblings of the short man as her mind was a race of whirling thoughts that had sprung up from the moment she had seen his prodigious member. For the young girl had been for several years in the habit of using various vegetables from the garden to insert into herself and pleasure herself by them. She was so oft to want to do this and gather arm loads of the items that her sister had remarked to others that she was obsessed with vegetables going to such length as to keep carrots and cucumbers near her bedside to snack upon in the middle of the night. One very old woman neighbor had remarked that the girl must be a ‘vegetarian’ and that she herself had been a vegetarian for most of her life and considered being such as a key component in her long years when so few saw themselves to grow sliver mane in age. The young girl had been very happy to learn that her fondness for inserting hard long vegetables into the orifices of her body was so common as to have a name for the act and the person who committed it and she was relieved to find it one that was so prone as to be considered healthy and key to maintaining ones overall health, but she had wondered if there were as many as she who always chose the largest of the carrots and cucumbers to slip up under her skirts when she was outdoors or the thickest and longest to bring back to her bed chamber?

When the girl had gotten her hands on a steady fresh supply of boy thingies she had of course been very disappointed to find them, so… well, small. After all there was an instinctual reasoning that a boy’s thingy appendage was naturally designed to be inserted into her and could thus be manipulated so as to bring her that wondrous rush of pleasure she so enjoyed imposing upon herself with large cucumbers and the like. However every boy’s thingy had proven woefully small, both very thin and rather short, considering her wants of usage, her only consolation was that so varied in size and shape was each appendage that she hopped that sooner or later she would come across a more promising member. As such she never considered trying to insert any of the boy’s shamefully tiny thingies into her body other than in her mouth and after a dozen or so different boys she had begun to wonder if indeed the world was utterly devoid of any decent sized thingies of which a girl could rightly pleasure herself withal?

But now suddenly here was a man with a thingy that was almost fit to put her prized cucumber which she had named, ‘Thomas’ and which she had mourned his passing into rot, to utter shame! This fellow’s prize package was both very long, very thick, and very vein-y, and she really liked bumps and raised bits on her ‘teasers and pleasers’ as she liked to call her carrots and cucumbers. She couldn’t wait to get her hands on it! But therein she was a bit stymied. She was use to boys broaching the subject of having her kiss and lick and suckle upon their thingies and this fellow did not seem to be even considering allowing her to do that?! Usually she had to just spend a few minutes around a boy and the subject ‘popped’ up and out came the thingy and the coin, but even after blatantly asking him if he had some copper coins on him the man had simply happily nodded and set off to the proposed campsite. She was also uncertain how one got from sucking on a thingy to convincing the boy in question to allow her to insert it into herself? Surely that would take considerable suggestion as it was now her pleasure and not theirs at stake now? Would he expect her to pay him? She had no coins; all her coins were in her missing house! She fretted over how she would trick the man into letting her satisfy her building needs with his ample thingy!

“You said something about a man all in dark clothing earlier. Is he friend of yours? Would he know the layout of the land a bit better?” The man had just reached the shelter of the trees and was starting to unbuckle his harness to his pack.

“Huh? Oh no, he is a stranger. I had never seen him before. He warned me the area was not safe that there were… centaurs in the meadows and satyrs in the glen and some kind of birds I think in the wooded draw bits?”

“What?!” the man stopped struggling with his fasteners and looked around him, “in the meadows… the glens… and the draws?” He looked in turn at each and his face had gone very pale, “oh my!”

The girl looked at the man who was visibly shaking and frowned, “I am sure it will be alright. I have seen nothing of these supposed creatures. Though I may have, I mean I am not really sure what a centaur and a satyr is?”

“Terrible beasts! Savage and prone to violence without the least provocation.” The man’s knees were knocking together and he began to chew on his fingertips.

“Hmmm, well perhaps we had better get you out of those wet clothes, eh? And get this camp of yours all set up,” the girl was watching the man’s thin bony legs and his rapidly knocking knees had somehow managed to allow his prodigious pink cucumber to slip out from its cod pouch and it was now venturing down his thin tights to nestle like a twisted fisted arm against his knee cap.

“No, no we can’t set up a camp here! They will see the fire! We must flee while the fleeing is good!” and with that the man rushed off past her outstretched arms and licking lips and fled back the way he had come. She raced after him but only a step or two and pulled up short her bare feet would never be a match for his leather soled boots and her large breasts were not meant for running and his fear was lending great speed to him despite the heavy pack upon his back. The girl sighed and then pouted and muttered curses after the now distant running figure. She retraced her steps back to the roots of the large trees and sat down upon one of the roots in a depressed sulk.

“This has surely proven to be a terrible day. First I lose my house and name, and now I lose the first decent sized boy thingy I have ever seen! Humph! What next?” the girl fisted her cheeks and then shot up upon hearing a noise issuing from behind her, a sort of snorted neighing not unlike a horse. As she watched a man rode up through the grass toward her but as he crested the hill and stopped directly in front of her she saw he was not quiet your normal horseman. For he had the face and upper naked torso of a man but where his crotch was he disappointedly became the body of a horse?! “Okay, now that is weird, and worse, as he does not even HAVE a thingy at all!”

The strange man-horse looked her up and down and neighed at her and she dropped her hands to her side and stood up so as to better see him. As she stood there she saw the unmistakable widening gaze that often denoted hard thingies and shaking white knuckled fists of copper coins but she puzzled at this as the lower half of the man was just the hairy neck of a horse. ‘Poor fellow he can feel the need but has no thingy to release it. I surely know how that feels today!’ she let go the thought and decided to address the man despite his apparent ability to only neigh, “Hello there. I am, well I have forgotten my name just for the moment, I seem to have lost it with my house, but it is a pleasure to meet you.” She made to curtsy but the ankle crossing bow was a bit awkward as she lacked any skirts to grab and pull outward and up.

The man-horse simply snorted in reply so she assumed he understood her well enough. ‘Maybe she could ask for direction?’ His face seemed somewhat intelligent, well as intelligent as boy’s faces tended to be when they had that hard thingy look in their eyes. He had large eyes and a broad nose with wide flaring nostrils which she thought made sense as he was half horse after all so he should have a horse-y sort of face of course. “I seem to be rather lost. I wonder if you can give me some directions?” She walked up to the man-horse and laid her hand upon his side which shivered at her touch. He was very fit and a roan so his coat shimmered purple in the dappled fading light of the late evening. She smiled at the man part and walked around the horse part gaging his size and thinking he could carry her easy enough if she could convince him to do her so in favor. Such a favor would of course be very easy for her to achieve if only he had a- BOY THINGY! It was monstrous! It was situated between his back horse legs and under his tail and of course she should have thought of that, she remembered her own horse back before her sister had sold him and the oxen both liked to have her stroke their huge boy parts even enjoying that act of kindness more than a handful of sugar or an apple! She smiled up at the man-horse and gave him a wink and darted underneath him and set to work on the large organ so swollen and ready to burst there.

The centaur had taken her down to a creek and she had slipped off his boney ridged barrel back to wash the thick loopy cum strands off her face, hair, hands, arms, neck, chest, stomach, thighs, shins, feet, oh hell he had blasted her all over several times as she had worked that oily shaft of his again and again with her mouth, breasts, and hands! After bathing herself clean she leapt back up upon the back mindful of the small sharp bones of the spine of the thankful beast and it cantered her through the wooded draws and up through the fields before stopping and dropping her off at a cobble stone road. The man-horse reared up and neighed at her with a broad smile and in a darting flash was gone back into the dark wood that lined the now star dotted road.

“Well, no coins, but he seems to have brought me to a paved road at least; and for that my tender feet do thank him. It is dark and there is a chill in the night air, but there is a moon and stars out and I can make out some of the way about me. I suppose things could be worse, but I am a bit hungry now and I think he has brought me far from where my grandfather’s apple orchard might have still lain? It is too dark to try and find berries to eat. I suppose I will wander along the road a ways until my feet get too tired and then perhaps climb a tree to sleep a little as vegetarian or no that man-horse was very demanding of a young girls stamina!”

The girl did not travel long along the dark stone paved road that wound this way and that through the towering trees and raised earthen banks that rimmed its wide sides before she caught the flickering light of a campfire nestled just off the roadway in a little niche casting orange and yellow swaths in the tree limbs above. She paused as she grabbed her upper arms and pressed her thighs together and shivered for though the bareback sidesaddle ride through the woods and fields had dried her off considerably her hair was still damp and the night appeared to be getting steadily colder. “That promise of a campfire’s warmth is a welcome thing. Should I risk it and approach or sneak my way past?” The sudden sent of a burbling pot of stew’s lifted lid set her stomach whimpering and she darted forward around the bend and up rapidly to the campfire her mind made up in the instant.

The campfire was built half on and half off the broad cobble road and constructed of a few dragged large logs placed in front of a pyramid of twigs that blazed and a large iron pot sat upon a mound of drawled off coals to the side of the fire where a surprised large toad let the pot lid clang shut as it startled back at the sudden apparition of the naked girl.

“Smells ready enough to me,” A thin long backed lizard was saying in the opposite direction of the girl and he failed to see her when he turned back around with a freshly skinned and skewered rabbit that he struggled to set surely over the fire its self. “Let’s not wait on the rabbit but set about dishing up that day old pottage as I am famished! Er, what are you looking at?” The lizard, who wore a waist coat with pocket watch and a small round bowler hat but no pants, looked from the frozen large fat toad which was wearing a full suit and similar hat with spats upon his naked feet and now noticed the naked girl only a few feet from their camp. “Blimey! What’s this then?”

The girl cleared her throat and dropped her hands and arms which she had held over her chest and knuckled under her chin and curtsied once again still feeling awkward at not having any garments to grab hold of and spoke to the two very large animals that dwarfed her naked form. “Please excuse the intrusion but I appear to be lost and your campfire seemed so inviting upon such a cold and lonely night. Might I sit a spell and warm myself by your fire? I promise not to be a bother.”

Both the toad and the lizard just stared and then they blinked in unison and then they both clutched at their hats and held them to their chests as the lizard spoke up, “of course, of course, where’s our manners. Please, sit yourself there if you please. Mind the coals now.” And the lizard made to brush off the offered log with his hat before in unison with the toad placed his hat back on top of his head. “Lost in the woods in the dark, not a good thing, I must say. My friend and I are strangers for the most part in these necks of the woods as they are wont to say. But we have heard horrible tales of vile creatures and monsters and wicked types so it is well that you stumbled across us now. I didn’t catch your name there?”

The lizard smiled his thin tongue darting out to lick his eyeballs as he reached into a gunny sack and brought out a loaf of bread. Whereupon he broke off a piece and handed it to the girl who was still trying to wiggle her firm round bum into a comfortable situation on the rough bark of the log.

“Thank you for the warmth of the fire, and much thanks for the bread for I am indeed famished!” the girl swallowed down some of the bread which was though but a piece of the overall loaf was the size of a full sized loaf of bread in her small hands as the lizard handed the parted bread to the toad and pulled out a full loaf for himself. “As far as my name, I am a bit at ends there, for I seem to have lost it along with my house?!”

“Oh dear,” the lizard tisked and shook his head as he pulled out a jar and broad knife and started to slather butter upon his bread. “Lost yourself and your house, that’s just terrible. I suppose you have nothing then? Not a stich to your belongings at all?” The lizard slapped away the toad’s hand as he reached for the knife and pot of butter and handed them instead to the girl who made rapid use of them upon her own half loaf of day old bread. “Well, as fate would have it, you are not in as dire a peril as you may have been but a second before. For you see, my friend and I are traveling merchants!” and with that the lizard leapt up from his log and smacked the back of his long fingered green hand against a canary yellow gypsy cart where a horse browsed nearby. Painted across its high side were the words, ‘Toad & Lizard’s Encrupaments and Wares’ in bold flowing script. “And we have all the necessities of life for sale and we do deal in credit, so you see you are quiet lucky to have found us! Here let me show you just a taste of our trade!” And in a blur of a flash the lizard had shot around the back of the horse drawn cart and returned with a bundle of assorted wares as the girl politely passed the toad the pot of butter and the knife for which he smiled a thanks to her and set about adorning his own half of the bread loaf.

The lizard was very excited and he began digging through his piles of dropped merchandise stopping now and then to place a skinny fingers bulbous tip in his wide mouth to think and then rustle back through the piles. Meanwhile the toad had pulled up two tin dishes and scooped out some of the gurgling stew for the girl whom he handed a plate with a tin spoon to past the energetic lizard and then scooped up a dish for himself.

“The problem is complex, as to; having nothing, you need everything, and yet credit is limited. Sooooo, one’s needs are many, yet… ahha! Here, what do you think of this?!” the lizard pulled out and quickly unsheathed a sword and held it above the campfire turning its blade this way and that in the flickering glow. “You won’t last long without protection! What good is armor if you have to run because you are lacking a weapon? Hmmm? No, this is a violent land, we have seen many corpses and fell beasts since we entered these woods ten days back. You need a weapon and not just any weapon but a superior crafted blade! Check this out!” and in a blur he had thrust the blade into the back of the eating toad. The toad sat bolt upright and then collapsed forward lying still. The lizard yanked out the blade showing the blood upon it and then flicked his wrist. The blood flew off the blade hissing into the fire leaving the blade entirely clean. “Heh, heh? See that top notch and self-cleaning too! You know what a blade like that would fetch from a city arms dealer? Look at the stamp on the blade!” He held the blade in front of the girl’s face who squinted her wide eyes and read; ‘THE PLUSE ONE SWORD COMPANY.’ “See top notch! A blade like that would sell for oh I don’t know let me think…” the lizard began to scratch his chin as the girl calmly put down her plate and shimmied over to drop to her knees before the lizard whereupon she promptly began sucking on his small scaly boy thingy.

The lizard froze his eyes darting wide as the girl’s head began to rapidly bob forward and back sucking nosily at his crotch. The toad opened one eye and blinked at the rapidly bobbing head of the girl and then snatched a piece of bread from alongside the lizard’s plate with his long tongue and popped it into his mouth and then closed his eye again and lay still.

Meanwhile the lizard’s tail had been curling up and straightening out in rapid succession with accompanying sharp little toots issuing out of his tightened asshole. It did not take long before her expert mouth was pulling away from the twitching lizard and she was returning to her seat whipping the thick white goo from off her dripping chin with the back of her small hand and picking back up her plate. The lizard remained transfixed staring off into space, but he held out the sword to the girl who took it and smiled saying, ‘thank you’ and then the lizard handed her the scabbard and the harness, as if only his right arm could move, which she also took with smiles and ‘thank you’s before the creature fell over backward stiff as a board and the girl returned to her stew.

“Good-bye thanks again!” the girl waved over her shoulder at the toad and lizard who were waving back at her before she turned the corner of the coble stone road and left them to return back to clearing up their camp and making fast their horse into its harness. The girl was laden down with arm loads of items and she staggered along for only a short distance before she realized she would have to sort through things and get herself better situated before trying to venture any further. She walked over to the side of the wide road and carefully dropped her arm load of items and eyed them as she suddenly belched and tapped her chest. “Ugh! Toad sperm! And I thought the lizard’s had been bad enough! Yucky!” the pile contained several pieces of armor and a shield and her plus one sword and harness. “There’s nothing for it I will have to wear as much of it as I can. Which makes sense as not wearing armor will do me little good if need arises were I do need its use. That is good reasoning indeed!”

The girl could hear the clattering of the horse and cart getting underway hidden behind her by the large bank of upraised mound of earth topped with trees that was cut through with the surprisingly flat roadway. The toad and lizard were heading in the other direction than she had chosen for they had made their camp at a small cross road where a smaller paved road joined the larger. The girl had wanted to make her way to where the town had once been and see if there were any clues there as to what had happened to her house and her sister and all the boys from whom she had learned to make easy copper coins? The sound of the cart and iron shod hooves soon faded away as the girl picked over the pile and tried to fathom how each piece was meant to fit and which went on where and what went first second and so forth.

It took some false starts and re-tries but soon the young blonde girl had managed it. She stood there in the middle of the road and surveyed her attire; it consisted of a well-fitting steel helmet of a slightly conical shape which rested upon her golden long curled locks. It had a small slotted visor hinged in to the helmets sides that when wore down covered her lower face but left a large gape over her eyes. The helmet was bright hued a sliver blue and etched all over its shinny surface with grand designs and swirls that she found very fetching. It had a small chain mailed hauberk coif that fell down the back of her neck and covered her upper shoulders that blended in well with her long hair and gave the helmet and its leather padded silk lined inside a more surer footing so that she made no attempt to fasten its leather chin strap but let it dangle down amongst her hair’s curls.

Next came some rather large ornate silver colored metal shoulder coverings they were joined or overlapped with a combination of chain mail and leather straps into segmented armor for her upper bicep and forearm of her right arm and gave way to a large silver etched metal gauntlet of very fine craftsmanship. Thus her shoulder and arm and glove of her right arm were of a singular work well made and finely designed to be lightweight and still of good protection. Her left arm was left bare save for the shoulder piece and for a small silken and lace wrist glove which was of identical design to the one she wore hidden under the metal gauntlet of her right hand.

On her feet she now wore thankfully segmented metal capped heeled and spurred boots that were surprisingly comfortable and lightweight with strong fluted metal shin guards that were laced and padded underneath and connected into the metal thigh guards she also wore with jointed knee pieces of metal. The shin guards had no back pieces and were held on by straps and the thigh plates also had no back pieces and were held on as well by straps, so that the entire back of her legs were naked save where the underside butter soft leather and metal pointed toe boots rose up to mid-shin.

Her bare left arm was protected by the small metal kite shield she grasped in her left gloved hand. The metal work was thin and the shield only covered her from shoulder to waist. It was of the kite shield design so it had a pointed center with two either side swoops to its broad tri-pointed top and then it tapered down into another narrow single point at its tapered bottom. It could stop an arrow and maybe a bolt if fired from range and ward a sharp or heavy blow but it was not meant for extended use in a long battle as it had been crafted to be lightweight and not durable. It was not of metal sheaved wood as most shields were but rather of a single sheet of beaten metal reinforced with bands and rivets on both its inside and outer surface. In addition to its metal punch handle in its inside center and its forearm riveted band it had a long leather strap that fitted over the left shoulder so the weight could be borne by the body as well as the left arm. She was thankful for this for the shield grew heavy when just carried by the left hand and forearm.

Her Plus One Sword, little more than a dagger in the large lizard’s paws hung upon her naked left hip and hung down to past her knee. It was a formable blade and the lizard had included a pouch of wet stone and powders to keep it sharp and in repair which hung on the harness and belt. Another pouch hung on her equally naked right hip that contained another half loaf of bread, a small jar of honey, and some dried meat pizzle (bull boy thingy), as well as a small crock of healing suave as a last minute parting gift from the toad. An empty wine skin hung shriveled under the pouch upon its own thongs.

A small dagger attached in its sheath to the backside binding strap of her left metal shin guard for emergency’s was the extent of her weapons. She had passed on a cross bow and bolts and a bow and quiver of arrows as they were simply too large and bulky for her to wield and threatened to over encumber her in her travels. Her skill with the bow was basic at best anyway and she could do little more than hit a target trunk of a tree at ten paces or a very patient bird at the same distance usually at the third try.

Upon her groin under the crossing of leather straps of belt and hoisters entwining her small narrow waist she wore a simple small white triangular G-string of silk. It was held in place over her camel toeing mound with two stretched tied strings and a lot of hope.

Across her exceptionally large firm bosom the girl wore a matching simple white silken bikini top that was several sizes too small and held indented in place over her nearly exposed puffy large areolas and thick stout always blushing nipples by equally tiny strands of string and a lot of anxious faith for her huge jugs jiggled constantly and put tremendous strain upon the singular garment!

The lack of additional garments balanced out the weight of her armor and shield and weapons so that she did not feel encumbered in the least but instead felt almost as nimble and free in movement as she had been when she had spent the better part of the day naked. In fact in hindsight she found it somewhat remarkable that no one she had met had made any passing comment in her nakedness and she wondered if indeed such things were not more common in these parts, what or where ever these parts may be?

She stood in the middle of the early morning dappled lighted road and practiced drawing her Plus One Sword several times and swinging it around. She leapt about with her shield raised and made her best teeth barred ‘grrrr’ face as she hunched down and shadow boxed against the tree limbs swaying upon the cobble stones. Then she put her sword away and let her shield hang more by its shoulder strap and set off along the road in the direction of where the town had once been. And perhaps was once again there? Maybe a day and sleepless night had set much to right but then she couldn’t remember large talking toads and lizards for sure from before the odd thin man in black had awakened her, but she couldn’t be sure? It seemed she was having some difficulties sorting out what had been one way and what was now another way and visa versa in her mind.

The young girl clomped along the paved road as leaves swirled down around her upon unfelt currents as her armor and harness clinked and clanked and her breasts jostled upon her chest. She walked for the better part of the morning and into the afternoon only stopping for some bread and honey and bull pizzle (she decided dried bull pizzle didn’t taste any better than living bull pizzle but she hungrily scarfed down the salted jerky with relish) at a clear running stream that had ran splashing over the paved roadway so she could fill her empty leather water bag that had hung lifeless at her harness and test it out several times as there had been little to drink at the camp last night save for amphibian spunk!

She paused at the sudden sight of the stone bridge that lay down at the foot of a gentle slope of the hill where it emerged briefly from the forested wood. A fast moving river not wide but deep passed rapidly under its stone arches and timber sprang up suddenly upon the steep banks of its farther side. The timber was much thicker than it was when the town was where it was supposed to be and she should be able to see some of its outer lying structures as well as the tower of the stone church her father had helped build but no, there was only the swaying trees whose leaves were now turning red brown and orange in the chill air. “My father’s bridge is still there so why is his house and the church spire he helped design and build gone?” it was all very confusing to her and she made her way down the steep slope of the road toward the bridge.

As the young girl approached the slightly arched raised back stone bridge she noticed that there was some hustle and bustle upon its center but it was not until she had actually set steel booted foot upon the stone flagging of the bridge that she realized there were the remnants of a scuffle at its center. She walked cautiously out upon the railing-less stone expanse until she reached the first limp body. It was a brown skinned creature covered in short shaggy fur and looking like a cross between a donkey and a wolf. Around its belly ran a strap and upon its back some tattered leather sacks were still fastened. Its bloody barred teeth were barred and its lifeless eye stared up at her along its wrinkled snout.

A step or two further was a bulwark of a man. A wall of strong muscle, broad back and deep chested encased entirely in thick heavy plate steel. He lay upon his back his armor dented inward in what appeared to be the most uncomfortable manor and his helmet half torn off revealing his wide eyed bloody lifeless face. Entangled in his legs was another man all in bright green leather a yew long bow still clutched in his ridged left hand an empty quiver upon his back. He lay face down in a pool of fresh blood.

Beyond these two the corpses became thick and heavy so that they built now upon each other into almost a hill of death and decay. The young girl picked her way through the piles of slaughter of men and strange creatures and oxen and the wolf faced donkey bodied pack animals and even some large crab-like creatures their thick design painted shells cracked and oozing ochre in congealing pools. Set in the very center of this abattoir of recent and mummified death sat an enormous creature. It stood or sat a towering forty feet upon its haunches and tilted to one side and was so wide it almost covered the entire span of the bridges width of twenty feet. A pinnacle of muscle and blubber it seemed a cross between a bull’s head and a man’s body with the shaggy legs of a goat. Its short fury skin was a deep dark red and it was covered in arrows and cross bow quills and deep mighty gashes and its crown of multiple horns were all cracked and splintered off and its pug nosed face was scared and bloody. It sat in the center of the balustrade-less bridge leaning to its left and hunched forward so that she was utterly convinced that the thing was dead.

Still as she advanced to this center of the maelstrom blown dead she became increasingly cautious and wary for it was obvious that many of these creatures had been most recently killed and in combat and she remembered the strong sense she had of movement and the exertions of violence upon the bridge when she had first steeped out of the woods on top of the hill and caught a glimpse of it. but the creature at the center of the pile of corpses sat silent and lifeless and she crept up ever more slowly her nose wrinkling at the stench of death and decay and her eyes darting for some new sure foothold amongst the tangle of limbs and mutilated bodies covering the center of the bridge.

‘I don’t remember my father’s bridge not having any railings on its side?!’ The girl thought to herself as she cast a fearful look over the edge of the paved bridge into the rushing deep water far below. Despite its agitated state and froth the water was icy clear and she could easily make out the shapes of pack animals and men lying upon or wedged into the many rocks and boulders that lined its bottom and breached its surface here and there. She moved away from the edge as she did not like heights and they did not like her as she was always falling off ladders and stacks of boxes to no end and inched her way back through the maze of bodies of slaughtered men and animals weaving a way past the dead giant monster sitting so still in the center of the bridge.

The large creature sat bow-legged and there was no passage past its shaggy knees that would not put her within a hands breath of them. She narrowed her eyes up at the creature and gasped to realize it was narrowing its enormous yellow eyes back at her! There was no way to outrun it! Its stride could catch her up in but a moment. The young girl instantly raised up out of her crouch and instead of reaching for the burnished hilt of her Plus One Sword she instead raised up her visor and spoke, “hello.”

The creature, all pretense gone, leaned up to a more upright sitting posture though it still leaned more to its left and thus away from her as it absently reached out and plucked up a dead corpse of a man and bit off its upper body and set to munching.

“I hope I am not intruding. I did not realize you were at lunch,” the girl looked up at the creature smiling it hurt her neck to look up so high.

The creature stared with a deadpan face at the small girl at his left knee and finished off the rest of the corpse, belched, reached for another and set about munching. The girl was fitted out with shiny silver armor very skillfully crafted with metal bows and flutes and frills with lace and silk flourishes. The armor was chased with gold both yellow and white and upon the shield she had lowered was set upon its shimmering silver surface a boss of a raised golden bee. Another raised large golden bee was crested upon her helm though it was half hidden by the raised visor now. It had been a long time since the creature had seen fine workmanship. ‘All things have gone to pot these days’; he thought to himself and sighed.

“I will just be going then,” the girl gave her best wide smile and crinkled up her nose and narrowed her eyes and took a shuffling step to work her way under the things knee. The creature dropped its right hand with a force of a landslide blocking her way and inadvertently crushing several corpses into jelly.

“None may pass,” the creature intoned with a deep reverberating voice not unlike the ringing of church bells and leaned on its right elbow on its right thigh as it left its left hand and knee blocking all passage to the bridges edge.

The girl recovered from her staggering back of the hurricane force of the creature’s hand smashing down and re-raised her visor which had come snapping down over her face. “Oh my! Careful you nearly pitched me over the edge there!”

The creature leaned on its elbow the half eaten corpse still in its right hand and looked at her nonplused, “none may pass.”

“Why ever not?” the girl found herself shouting up at the creature where a flock of birds where passing over its head. He seemed so very far way up there.

“Don’t know,” the creature looked off into the distance in front of it and raised up the corpse and started munching again. Flesh armor and all grinding up in its giant maw.

“What do you mean you don’t know!” the girl held her hand up aside her mouth and leaned up on her tippy toes as she shouted up at the monster.

The monster gave her a look, “no reason to shout now is there? I mean I am right here well enough.”

“OH! Oh, sorry. It is just that you seem so big and way up there I wasn’t sure if you could hear me. So why can’t you let me pass anyway?” The girl scratched at an itch on her chin and wiggled a bit as the shoulder strap on the shield was starting to dig in and this of course caused her huge firm tits to jiggle furiously.

“That’s alright, apology accepted.” The creature picked up one of the wolf faced hooved pack animals and sniffed at it and tossed over the right side of the bridge where it eventually made a splash half drowned out by the distant roar of the river below.

The girl cleared her throat the monster seemed to have forgotten she was there but its hand did not move out of her way. “So why can’t you let me pass to the other side of the bridge?”

“Them’s me orders,” the creature rubbed its nose and sniffed.

“Oh, so who gave those orders to you?” The girl looked around and found a pile of shattered crates and pottery and sat down on them thankfully slipping her shield off her shoulder to lean it upon the paving of the bridge and set about adjusting the straps on her shin guards and steel pointy caped slouch boots.

The creature watched the girl adjusting her straps and tugging at her silken laced hosiery that ran under her steel plates. With her right leg pulled up so her ankle was over her left knee he could see the small white silk panties she wore struggle to contain her proud mound crested with a thick swath of golden pubic hair and fail. Her huge firm jutting tits blocked much of the view as they jiggled and danced as her upper body bent this way and that. In fact, the poor girls huge udders hand not stopped once in their jittering jiggling bouncing since he first spied the girl as she came out of the wood atop the hill on the paved road leading down to the bridge. Between her enormous full breasts bouncing along and her shapely hip sway strut and her open beautiful face the creature was amazed that such a woman obviously compounded by nature for the singular aspect of procreation had managed to keep her chastity and virtue intact! For he was certain by her outward appearance and grace and charm and good manners that he was in the presence of a lady of no doubt royal birth and infinite good breading!

The creature coughed slightly as it tried to discreetly place its right hand in an offhand manor over its increasingly aroused male member to hide it shamefully from such an honorable woman such as this. ‘Been a mountain’s age since I was in the presence of a real lady.’ He thought and then looked upon the piles of dead men and creatures before him and snarled, ‘such purity would not last a fortnight with these so called heroes and peddlers! Humph!’

The young girl continued to tug and pull at her lacy garments and straps and fit her filigree steel plates into a more comfortable fitting and spoke as she was busy alternating to talking to him directly in smiles and speaking into her heaving bosom. “So who gave you those orders; ‘none shall pass’?”

“My boss. The Dark Magician who lives back there up in the woods beyond.” The creature lifted up his right hand and jerked a thumb over his shoulder in the direction over his back at the wooded hills where the town had once been and then rapidly returned his hand over his crotch hoping the girl had not seen his still growing member.

“That’s odd. Why should he not want you to let anyone pass?” the girl snapped her last strap, a clipped garter that fastened from the top of her lace hose that ran under her boots, shin guard, and front thigh plate to her sword belt harness. And then she slapped her palms on her plated thighs and sighed and got up and raised her arms above her head and clasped her hands together and began to stretch and twist her body from side to side.

“Well, he likes his privacy, don’t he,” the monster coughed as he stared at the girl’s enormous jugs shudder and sway as she continued to stretch and shake them back and forth. The monster swallowed hard, “besides there’s no reason for anyone to go into that there wood. It is haunted and cursed and the Black Magician has made it all so. No place for a lady that is for sure!”

“Well,” the girl dropped her arms to her side and then turned her back to the monster and bent over at the waist to retrieve her shield; giving the monster a full view of her naked ass and nearly naked snatch causing him to swallow hard and his member to swell behind his cupped hand despite his brow sweating efforts to wish it otherwise. “Well that maybe but I have got to get to the other side of this bridge. I have lost my home, my sister, and well, all has become very strange and odd and there might just be some sort of clue to it all up in those wooded hills. There was once a town there and I need to see if it something of it still remains.”

The monster pondered what the girl was saying as much to try and take his mind off her wiggling shaking behind as anything else and ventured a thought, “did you sleep? Did you fall into slumber and awaken? For everything always changes much when you sleep.”

“It does?!” The girl shot bolt upright and then spun around shouldering her shield and raising back up her visor that had fallen down over her lower face again.

“Well, yes. It has always been like that. No one sleeps unless they are near death for they know if they but slumber an hour away they shall wake to a world utterly transformed. You must have fallen asleep maybe after being badly wounded?” The monster eyed the girl who seemed puzzled.

“I did fall asleep but I often sleep and the world never changed so before? But if it always changes when you sleep it must be constantly changing as one sleeps every night!” The girl’s face was a mix of puzzlement and deep thought and she poked her gauntlet finger in her small open wet mouth and sucked at it as she always did when she was doing her most serious thinking.

“Hmm,” the monster raised its right hand and curled a red black talon finger over its chin and mused, “I don’t know about that. I have only slept a few times in what has been several hundred years…”

The girl sucked at her finger absently and spoke with her mouth thus half full, “but what do you do when you get tired? Don’t you lie down and sleep?”

“Well,” the monster offered, “since you have woken here have you felt any need to lie down and sleep? Are you so tired?”

“Wha- no! I have not. I have been worn out from walking and such but I have never felt sleepy at all and I have been now up for what must be… two full days?!” the girl yanked her finger out of her mouth as she exclaimed in realization. “I have not felt the urge to sleep since I woke to find that pale faced man all in black standing over me!”

“Hmm, man in all black and very pale, sounds like the Black Magician. He often wanders about these lands causing his mischief. I wouldn’t be at all surprised if he has not somehow put a curse on you and taken your home and friends. Just his sort of thing, harrumph.” The monster stared out in front of him and sighed.

“Well, that settles it I MUST cross this bridge and talk to this Black Magician at once!” The girl broke off her own stare and frowned over at the towering creature.

“Fine, except you have forgotten my orders which I am magically bound to carry out; none may pass.” The monster sighed again and then his shoulders jumped in alarm as the girl shrieked! “What is it?!” The monster spun his head around this way and that in wide eyed alarm.

“That’s what I want to know!” the young girl had her shield hand up to her mouth and was pointing with her extended right hand.

The creature looked around franticly and then frowned wondering if this was some kind of trick upon the girl’s part to get past him. Others had tried to trick him in the past. He narrowed his eyes and looked at the panicked girl.

“It is some giant serpent!” The girl now had both her hands to her mouth and was in obvious fear.

“Serpent!” the monster began squirming around and he yanked up his blockading left hand to join his right as he twisted his body this way and that for he did not like snakes of any kind at all! “Where?! Where?!”

“Right there!” The girl pointed with her left hand and shield this time but even as she did so the fear left her face and she became first confused and then a look of shock spread over her as she shouted out, “that’s no serpent it is your boy thingy!”

The monster looked down at his lap were his erect penis jutted out beyond his fat pot belly pointing in an upward angle and making a ‘YIPPING’ sound he clutched both his hands over his shameful erection and tried to haunch over it with his body to further hide it. “Ah- no it isn’t! ah- it’s a serpent, just like you said and oh! Look it’s a nasty one! A real fighter! You had best run along while I deal with this brute, eh? Run along now! Nothing to see here! On your way! Just me wrestling with this no doubt poisons girl eating snake!” The monster shot a glance over his hunched shoulder but the girl was not there and he started to breathe a sigh in relief and look around him to no doubt see her rapidly fleeing panic stricken form but she was nowhere to be seen?! “Oh, don’t tell me she ran past me and got by?” The monster raised himself up into an upright sitting position and twisted his upper body so he could look behind him at the bridge and where it emptied into the hillside of orange and brown and yellow and red leaves. But he could not see her anywhere?

“GOSH! That’s enormous! Certainly the largest one I have seen so far!” The monster spun around at the sound of the girl’s voice and looked down and saw her not running this way or that but standing at his crossed ankles and staring up in wide eyed awe at his twitching penis which curved up above her dwarfing her and her outreached right gauntlet hand. The monster could feel the cool touch of her steel encased fingers as she rubbed the underside of his sensitive shaft. “It’s easily several times the size of me! WOW! You must have a very happy girlfriend!” The girl tee-heed and giggled her open mouth drooling as she dropped her shield and began hugging the throbbing cock.

The monster swallowed hard and muttered, “Now see here… this won’t do at all. You are a lady now. Remember your station in life!” but the girl only pressed her face up against his cock and sniffed and licked and giggled madly until she spun away and began to rapidly disrobe while staring up at him with a red face full of drooling smiles and lust filled eyes. The monster swallowed hard and in a small hoarse voice whispered, “oh my.”

The young girl staggered away pushing a small wooden wheelbarrow full of her armor and a few new gifts she stopped at the edge of the bridge and turned and waved at the monster that was lying upon his back and smoking a giant cheroot and blowing smoke rings. He smiled contentedly and waved back at her and then she entered the forest wooded hill leading up to where the town use to be and where now the Black Magician aboded and hoped she would soon find a stream or brook or pool of water as she was covered from head to foot in inches thick monster cum!

Luckily she did find a nice creek that ran over the paved road before the sperm had become too crusty and after a long wash and a brief rest and refilling of her water/wine skin she put back on her armor and added the few new items to her belt and harness and pouches and abandoned the wheel barrow and set foot again along the road to what must surely be the nearby location of the once existing town?

It had already grown dark again for monster sex takes a long time, and though the road was wide so the sky could shine down and not be obstructed by the overhang of the trees the sky was dark and starless this night so she could scare see at all. “This is a good chance to try out my new present!” And the girl gleefully removed a small glass vile containing mummified bees and shaking it rapidly over the bee design on her shield and again over the one on her helmet she let the golden dust fall upon them and then returned the glass vile to her pouch and the helmet to her head and the shield back upon her arm and then she intoned, “busy, busy, bee shine for me.” And the large golden bee on her shield and helmet began to richly vibrantly glow until they cast out a brilliant circle of light. The girl smiled and laughed, “Magical lovers are the best! Tee-Hee! Far better than any ole purse of copper coins!” and she continued on her way sure of step in the bright light of her armor but equally cautious as she neared the area where the town should be.

So many things were the same. The road was where it should be and doing what it should though the trees along it were much larger and thicker than she remembered and spanned greater distances traveling into areas where fields and houses should have been, but most things were utterly changed or missing. And even those things that were still here were dissimilar than she hazily remembered. Her father’s bridge had guard rails along it and was not so wide, she was sure of that, but otherwise the bridge she had just crossed looked the same as his in design and over all build and it was located in the proper place. So she was not as nearly alarmed as one might guess when she turned a corner of the entrenched road that plowed so evenly through the banks of the wood and found herself looking at the fountain her father had designed and made.

The fountain was set in a green thick glade whose blue barked trees hung ominously about in the starless night and the wimpled effect of her golden glowing armor. The large fountain was oddly transformed but she could not put her finger on (which she suckled on in her small wet mouth) what was exactly different about it? The metal work of the square base and the rising central pillar from which the water cleverly gurgled out in spouts was of a much darker hue of blue and the fine iron casted details seemed somehow somber and foreboding instead of so cheery as they had appeared in her wormy memory.

She was certain it had sat in a square of paving stones with benches all around it and a well-manicured park with a small hedge maze just beyond and then there should have been a small stone wall topped in iron railing and large gates at each compass point and then paved streets and houses and businesses and people, lots and lots of cheery smiling people. As it was the fountain burbled alone in a thickly hedged in glen of trees and the ground was thick with dark green grass. All about were towering tree trunks and branches as thick as a wall and a perceptible gloom, a slight fog, seemed to hang dank in the still air.

The young girl shuddered and pulled her finger out of her mouth with an audible ‘popping’ sound. “Well, it is my father’s fountain I am sure of that and it was his bridge before but I am unsure what to make of all that. If these things are here then why is the house he built missing? I had best press on and look around some more.”

Just beyond the glen opposite of where the paved cobble stone road had entered the glen and stopped abruptly she found a small path. It was situated thus; amidst the tangle of the wall of trees and what she could now close-up discern was reinforced with a mass of thorny black briars sat a narrow gate almost hidden. The gate consisted of two plane stone obelisk posts rising up to points of about eight feet and a small narrow black iron gate set upon black iron eyelets run through holes drilled in the posts to act as hinges. The gate was unlocked and had no latch or apparent means to lock it and it opened roughly at several prods of her shield. Beyond the simple gate rose up a white stone staircase set into a hillside, the sides of which were so cramped with brush and thorny tangle and gnarled limbs as to having been as impassable as if it were stone walls.

But what arrested ones attention upon stumbling upon the gate was the small brass plaque which sat bolted to the obelisk pillar that did not contain the drilled eyelet hinges. For upon it in raised letters it said, “BEWARE THESE ARE MY LANDS ENTER IF YOU DARE.” Bellow it someone had unevenly scrawled in charcoal upon the white stone obelisk, “BLACK MAGICIAN’S DO IT BETTER IN THE DARK.”

The girl leaned into her shield and pushed the resistant six foot tall black gate aside until it was as wide as it would go and still found herself forced to wiggle and squirm to slide past. Thankfully the stone steps beyond that rose up almost instantly past the gates opening arc were of normal size both in riser and tread and breadth and she found the way up them not so demanding. The wall of black briar on either side however could use a good trimming and she pressed her shield continuously this way and that to avoid their ‘ouchy’ snags.

The stone white stairs did not lead straight up but zigzagged this way and that and occasionally leveled off into a few yards of paved flat almost hallway like areas between the towering black trunks and the wall of black briars but it never widened out and it often was narrowed by overgrowth from the protruding sides or dangling down from the branches overhead. Still she followed the stone path and she guessed it was leading her steadily up though she could remember no such large hillside near her father’s fountain from her vanished world. Soon the passage of bramble and thorn leveled out and opened to her right into a small paved courtyard. She recognized it as once as the entrance to the small hedge maze though instead of being set in an open bright park it was dark and gloomy covered in a thickening fog and all sides of the courtyard which should have been open were instead incased in a wall of impregnable black thicket. Only the lone white stone bench in the center of the courtyard and the immediate black yawning maw of the entrance to the hedge maze were the only things to be seen. The girl walked across the large stone flagging stones and noticed how thickly the moss and grass had pushed up around them unsetting some into uneven tips and sat herself upon the lone bench for a breather.

In retrospect the climb up the staircase had been relatively short. It had been the apprehension of what might have lurked around each sharp turned corner and her hunched over cautious tread that had lengthen it into a tiring journey. ‘One could have skipped up it in five cheery minutes,’ she thought to herself as she sat her shield down upon the bench and slipped off her helmet and set it down on the other side of her. The white stone bench was cool upon her naked buttocks and thighs and she blushed a little at its smoothness for the recent upward ascent had caused her to sweat a little and she enjoyed the slabs cool feel. She pulled her water skin lose and drank from it and looked around her. She swung her feet up onto the bench so she could turn her head slightly and look at the opening to the hedge maze or in the other direction and look at the opening of the staircase leading down to the glen with the fountain in it.

She put her arms on her knees and then her head, ‘he’s right I do not feel the least bit sleepy. Only a little tired from my walk but that is fading now. I wonder if I am somehow dreaming all of this? Dose one ever feel sleepy in a dream?’ she turned her head so her small chin now rested upon her knees as she let her hands drop to embrace her shins. She tapped her toes. The pointed metal segments that were riveted to the top of her leather slouch boots made a sharp ‘clang-clang-clang-clang-clang’ sound as she tapped. The segmented metal only covered the cap of the toes and a few bands over the top of the foot’s arch where it stopped and the shin guard fit over the rest of the top of the boot and her lower leg. The boots themselves were very soft but the rivets of the armor attached to them made her feet itch. She would rather have a pair of boots without such metal coverings. But it was far better than walking about barefoot.

She raised her head and looked at the black inky darkness of the hedge mazes opening, little more than a break in the outer wall of the twelve foot high wall of thick shrubbery. She stopped tapping her toes. “I suppose there is nothing for it but to venture into the maze its self? I wonder if my father had a hand in making the one not so different from this one? It would seem that other than the lay of the general land only the works of my father remain however transformed. Yes, for I do remember my sister telling me that he helped survey and lay out the coble stone road as well. So maybe these are clues of some kind? I only wish I knew what to make of them?”

The young girl looked down between her knees which she spread wide where her golden bee helmet glowed with a ruddy orange hue and saw her tiny white silk panties were yet again pulled astray. “Oh, it is better to be naked then wear such things as these! Poof! I am constantly re-adjusting them to gather up my lips back inside and it does nothing whatsoever to conceal my golden curls! Oh! And this top! It barely covers up my nipples and it does that only for a moment or two! UGH! I think those boys cheated me and I sucked them dry too! HUMPH! BOYS!”

The girl re-adjusted her white silken garments with several angry yanks and then gave up on it with an exasperated sigh and slipped off the cool bench and picked back up her helmet and shield and re-fitted set forward into the hedge maze.

“It’s creepy in here too.” The girl found herself back in her instinctive crouch and after the first turning in the maze realized it was laid out differently than the one she was so intimately familiar with. After several more turnings she also realized it was much LARGER as well! “This thing is not heading steadily inwards as the one I am use to does, but twists back and forth away from the center so that I am no longer sure of which way is what?! I may have to wander herein until the sunrises and I can set a direction back in my head, what with this dark overcast sky offering no stars to guide me by.”

Suddenly with the next turning the girl came up short and exclaimed, “OH MY!” for there in the next lane of roofless leafy walled passage was a small man in patchwork armor riding on top of a white glowing large mandible beetle coming right at her! The bug stopped abruptly and the man slid off its smooth back and tumbled to a roll at her feet where he sat dazed and clasping his head. The beetle then shuffled about in place and went marching back the way it came disappearing around a turning out of sight. “Oh, are you alright?” The girl asked as the man seemed to somehow get his too large helmet twisted around so it was now on backwards and he was wrenching at it with both hands trying to wring it around back the right way.

The man mumbled and muttered indistinctly, and trying not to laugh the young girl set about trying to help him free himself from the stuck backwards helmet. It was quiet the tug of war but eventually the helmet spit off and the man was gaspingly free. He took back his helmet from her, a bit gruffly, but then thanked her profusely with solemn bows and walked back to retrieve his large jousting spear which had become stuck in the grass ground when he tumbled and she found that she too had to help him pull that free which felicitated several more bows and thanks from the small statue man. In fact, the top of his head was level with the upper crescent of her ever quivering bosom and as he was bald this gave a rather strange aspect in the light of her golden helmet and shield of seeming to her as if she looked down to address three shimmering round orbs. As he made no attempt to replace his full helm back upon his head but instead carried it in the crook of his arm this odd surreal aspect of addressing a ‘third’ boob continued as they walked back in the direction of the man’s wandered off mount.

“Please allow me to introduce myself; I am Sir Peter Longboffin, at your service.” The man who was walking slightly ahead of the girl and to her left made a partial bow in her direction as he continued to walk and the girl heard a distinct sound not unlike that of an accordion wheeze.

“I am sorry, Sir Longboffin, but that is now the third time I am sure I have heard you make this odd according wheeze sound when you bow. I thought I heard it when you first bowed but was uncertain but I am now certain that you are indeed making a very strange noise every time you bow. Are you sure you have not injured yourself in your fall perhaps?”

The short diminutive man who sported a large luxurious black waxes moustache stopped in his stride and turned to face the girl, or that is turned to face her breasts over which he vainly attempted to peep up at her, “my lady I assure you that I am unharmed. That sound you hear is the wickedness of the Black Magician. For you see not only is he vile and evil and does these oh so nasty things, but he relishes in the small and petty jokes you see. Once you entered his lands proper you too fell under his spells you see?”

“No, I am sorry, but I don’t see. What spells, what jokes, what are you talking about?”

“Please then to humor me. And I will show you. Please then to remove your armor. Don’t worry I intend you no harm. You may leave on your other garments just please to remove your armor that chimes and clanks so and you will see what I mean.” The short man smiled broadly and took a few steps back and grounded his javelin and sat down upon a stool made out of his helmet to wait.

The girl frowned and then shrugged and set aside her shield and sword and harness and then rapidly stripped out of her armor. ‘I am getting very good at stripping out of my armor,’ she thought to herself, ‘though it still takes forever and a day to put it all back on!’

Soon she was stripped down to her white silk panties and top and her lacy hose with the garter straps hanging lose about her knees. “Alright now what?”

The man whose face was rather red and eyes large and wet and staring at her body wiggled his fingers on his hands and stuttered, “Now walk; now walk and you will see what I mean.”

The girl gave the man a sour look, ‘if he wants a show he had better have some coin in his purse or else.’ She began to walk; “BOING-BOING-BOING-BOING-BOING-BOING-BOING-BOING-BOING!” The girl stopped suddenly, “BALINGINGINGING!” “WHAT ON EARTH IS THAT!” she looked rapidly around her while more and more sounds erupted.

The short man was laughing and she turned on him with a face full of murder. He waved his hands, “No, no, it is not me. It is your own body which makes such noise. And I have nothing to do with it! It is one of the many curses of the Black Magician that hovers over his lands.”

The young girl took a few more tentative steps and once again her jiggling breasts made loud ‘BOINING’ noises. “My breasts are making a noise likes bouncing springs how is that possible?!” as soon as she stopped her rapidly jiggling breasts again made the “BALINIGINGINGING!’ noise as they quivered to a rest. Smaller such sounds issued from her boobs with every breath as they jiggled in place slightly. “This is crazy!”

“I agree. And your hips go ‘swish-swish-swish’ as well when you walk.” The man nodded while wagging his finger from side to side, as the girl’s face went red and she clapped both her hands upon her full round buttocks making tiny ‘BOINING’ noises as they jiggled under her hands slapped grab. “Yes you see this Black Magician he is what one calls a pervert, no?”

“How come I did not hear all these noises before?” The girl was trying to move without making any stir of such odd sound effects but it was impossible and she gave up on it and started to put her armor back on.

“Well, no doubt the rattle of your armor and of course you would not have thought to listen for such strange a thing, no? I have been here in this maze now for many days and nights and at first I too did not hear such things but once you hear them you notice them as sublimely as you do the rattle of one’s sword harness. It passes into the subconscious for the most part, but it is key to understanding our mutual adversary, no? For I guess you too have come to challenge this foul fiend and free these immediate lands from his curses and evil presence.” The short man had stood back up and retrieved his helmet and lance and set upon his way making no effort to stay for the girl to finish dressing herself.

“Wait,” she called after his retreating back but he had put his large helmet back on and she was certain he could not readily hear her or at least he made no noticeable pause as he turned and disappeared down the next right angle turning.

Her own blushing ears seemed filled with a calliope of the strange elastically springing/spronging musical instruments which her breasts and buttocks had embarrassingly turned into as hurried into her armor and thus set her almost spherical breasts and bubble butt into a honeymoon box-spring bed of rabbit rapid squeaks!

With her last piece of armor clipped in place and her shield and helmet back on snug she raced in her ‘BOINING-SWISHING’ stride to overtake the strange little man in the patchwork armor but it was to no avail she could find him nowhere and settled down to a walking pace as she continued to thread the seemingly endless maze.

Dawn never came. The dark of the starless night did not end and despite her best efforts she could not guess the time but she was certain that it should be nearing noon. She did find more and more odd little niches of benches and even statues though they were all of beasts or men with the heads of beasts or frogs or such. And she stumbled across some small dead end courtyards with strange stone urns in their centers. But she found no fresh source of water and her water skin was wrinkled and nearly empty.

The darkness was oppressive and in many places the ground fog was very thick to almost a blinding haze but she continued on; her rabbit footed breasts announcing her arrival to every turning as surely as her glowing shield and helmet did. She tried to remember more about the ‘other’ maze hoping that might help her, but that other maze was rather small you could walk rapidly all its paths and turns in less than half an hour and the only thing other than its graveled path and walls of hedges it held was a small square with benches in its center and a sun dial. She doubted the center of this enormous maze held a sun dial!

She was decidedly fed up with the place when suddenly she turned a corner and there was a large open space full of black blasted isolated trees and wet patches of marshy swamp and a little further on the stone church her father had helped design and build! Only his church had been lustrous and glowing with white marble facing and this one was all of black stone and its windows dark and foul moss and lichen hung all over its surface so that it looked as if it had been dredged up from some slimy river bottom. The girl moved rapidly toward it following the ruined path of half sunken stone and ignoring the brackish scent of the mire and the embarrassing yo-yoing ‘BONING’ of her huge firm breasts.

Her father’s church had been small. It had been constructed in the overall shape of a cross lying on the ground. You walked up a small hill and then a few steps and entered into a small porch where one could take off your coats and such and then you went straight into a long hallway of a room with a tall ceiling. Here about two hundred people could sit in the expandable pullout pews and another hundred could be crammed in with all the folding wooden chairs (also of her father’s design) that hung in shallow closets along the walls which were covered in carvings of important religious people. The pulpit was in the center of the cross, with the dials and effigies in the top niche, with rooms for the clergy on the two side arms. This building before her was nothing like that!

First off the building its self was much larger than the church she knew and instead of being built on top of a hill it had been built on the reverse side of the hill. So that its front was level with the top of the hill but as the hill slopped down the building remained level filling the intermediate distance with layers/floors of rooms so that it was in fact small in its entrance but soon swelled downward into imposing size!

The small little white gazebo her father had made was here replaced by a half sunken into the swamp black weathered wood tilting shuddering semblance covered in black thorns and moss. She walked past it and boldly pressed open the heavy half rotted doors until their swollen state and rusted hinges would move no more and squeezed her ample bust through the opening and entered the dark foul place after several worried stuck tugs. It was during these tugs and lurches and struggles to squeeze her ample bust and buttock through the narrow door way that she discovered her bent ‘S’-shaped stick-like body’s seemingly glued on large spherical protrusions made a new kind of noise; something not unlike the rubbing of two wet rubber galoshes together, a sort of ‘squeeeeereeech’ sound. “As if boinging and swishing hadn’t been bad enough!”

Inside the small porch was transformed into a littered floor of leaves and roots and branches and piles of moldering books. Where bars had been set to receive garments and umbrellas and parasols instead hung the wretches of decayed corpses and weathered clumps of bones. The young girl brushed dirt and rotted wood out of her cleavage and readjusted her top and bottoms while looking at the scattered corpses. “This is surely not a happy place.”

The little porch already several sizes larger than it should have been with a far too high ceiling lost to spider webs and intruding tree branches opened immediately upon a great expanse of a stair case leading down into a huge hallway broad and high full of several arched balconies of many floors lining each distant side. “You could fit a hundred of my father’s churches in this place and still have room to place the entire town as well.”

It was vast. Just walking down the stair case to the main floor made her dizzy as she did not like heights and the steep slopping rail-less stairs angled sharply down into a distant dark gloom. It was like walking down the bare side of a pyramid that steadily widened as one went down but the room’s expanse made the stair case seem increasingly tiny despite this so that she soon felt the vertigo of one who is being eclipsed by a scale too vast to comprehend.

Still she soldiered on lowering her shield and leaning back further and further until it was almost as if she was sliding down on her butt one step at a time but she finally made it to where the last step leveled out into a flat expanse. It was not the main floor though; rather it was a large raised platform that ran the length of the center of the room.

The sides of the platform fell off sheer dropping another sixty feet to a dark and gloomy floor that seemed covered in sarcophagus and stone tables and little wall-less clusters of benches around dead braziers that must have been of enormous size.

She walked for several minutes finally coming to the end of the stone raised platform only to find it did not run the entire length of the great hallway of the massive room but stopped abruptly short at about half the distance and with no hint of a staircase leading down on any of its three facing sides! She carefully retraced her steps walking along the other edge eyeing the steep fall of the wall down to the floor so very far below and looked for any sign of a means down other than a suicidal jump.

After retracing the entire circuit a second time and finding no suitable handholds or rungs embedded in the walls or staircases or any sign of an ingress to passing down off the raised platform to the main floor below she sat down at the foot of the steep staircase to rest and ponder what to do next?

The farthest wall at the opposite end of the great stair case held several large windows as did the highest level of balconies rimming the high above side walls and through these dark windows a faint bluish light filtered down and struck the up raised stone platform so that it glowed dimly in the dark so that even beyond the rim of her shield and helmets circle of amber light she could still make out the shadowy shapes of strange impossible cyclopean geometry of stone work all around her and marvel at it.

“Well… now what? I have come all this way and am utterly defeated by not having brought any rope with me. I would need rope and some kind of ring and nail and hammer to drive it into this stone for there is nothing here to attach a rope to. I wonder what that Black Mage does for surely this must be where he dwells. He must have wings or can fly. I shouldn’t wonder that a mage could fly. What would be the point of being a mage if you couldn’t fly a bit now and then? Humph, it will be a long walk back to find some rope and to be honest I am not sure I could find my way back again through that maze. After all I did not really find my way so much through it than stumbled across this place. If only there was another way down?”

She sat thus discouraged with her elbows upon her knees and her fists pressed into her cheeks and brooded for several minutes as she watched the dust motes dance in the great slanted beams of blue light and in the small amber glow of her helmet and shield. She frowned and reached out a finger into the swirl of dust motes hanging in slow ballet above her shield’s golden glowing raised bee boss and muttered, “Tiny.” Then she looked again across the great expanse at the larger angling great beams of slanted blue light and the dust motes circling about therein, “how is it I can see such tiny specks at so far a distance? Curious.”

The young girl got up from off the backward leaning pyramid of stairs and retrieved her helmet and shield and walked once more to the far end of the great stone platform keeping a constant eye on the spiraling specks. It was a long walk in fact it seemed even longer of a walk than before when she had crept along the sides peering for a way down. “It is as if the scale of this place keeps expanding outward with every step I take? Strange how those tiny dots of dust can be so easily seen from so far away?”

The young blonde girl continued to stare at the erratic lazy slow drifting of the dust motes in the distant slanted pillars of blue light with her steel pointy toe boots sticking out over the end of the large parapet of stone. Suddenly one of the dust motes seemed to veer violently, to sheer its self from its docile brethren and rise up from the suspended slowly sinking column rapidly and hover apart at the skin of the pale bluish beam. And then it disappeared. She frowned and leaned a little more forward mindful of the gravitational tug of her huge chest over the heist of the sudden drop before her and scanned the slats of light in the dim dark in puzzlement. Then she saw the mote again very distinctly now moving rapidly across the spear shaft of another slant of light. Straight as an arrow it came unmindful of the other motes slow hazy spirals until it crossed this shaft of light and vanished again in the darkness.

“That’s decidedly odd.” The girl mused and clicked her tongue but before she could place her finger in her mouth and suckle at it she froze. For there in the dim murky air she could make out a solid black shape rushing in a sort of undulating motion, like a tiny craft speeding over ocean swells. She frowned again and then her eyes widened fully as she realized it was something flying, something heavy, that rose and fell with each mighty swoop of its wings, and it was coming directly at her!

Her right hand dropped from its stationary orbit in front of her mouth and reached for her sword hilt even as she instinctively stepped back one, two, two and a half steps before the thing was out of the dim swirling darkness and had breached her circle of shield and helm light. It shrieked as it unexpectedly slammed straight into her!

It was some kind of fury skinned creature its wings enormous in breadth stiff and flat with a webby scaled membrane that felt smooth one way and rasping hard the other as did the rest of its prickly fur skin. A reptilian silkiness that turned instant bastard file depending on the stroke of the motion as it engulfed her with a chitterling howl like the crashing of a shelf full of plates. The body its self was small and light but it was muscled with a powerful iron wiry build so it was like grappling with a wall falling perpetually on top of one. Its entire underside was covered in thin strong cilia several inches long with a few randomly placed larger tentacles running its segmented belly. These larger whip-like appendages snagged around her right wrist and yanked it away from her sword hilt before she could unsheathe her weapon and pried and pushed at her shield to move it away from her body. Its head was a large squashed oval hairless black dotted with irregularly set faceted multi-lens eyes that mirrored her frantic shocked face.

It was not a fight in any real sense, more like a sudden slip and fall backwards upon ones heels down a staircase, a strain of unwieldy balance and a struggle against collapse, as the thing bore down upon her and yanked her this way and that in rapid succession so she found herself in constant reaction against its pitch and yaw rather than trying to land or ward blows. Its grip was crushing and its body long, fat, and flat though bulbous at the tip. Its entire attack seemed to be a series of pushing and pulling exerted by the heft of its powerful wings and a rough out of step concert of pushing and pulling of her arms by its tentacle limbs. Any real hope of escape was instantly lost the moment it yanked her off the ground and her ability to use the earth as a pivot or fulcrum to her twisting body was deigned to her. From that moment on it was each limb against limb alone and the things multiple fingers were greater than her arms or legs yanks or pulls.

It twisted her around so that she suddenly found herself looking straight down at the rapidly shrinking parapet she had once been standing upon and then it wheeled off into the shadows and she could see nothing outside the ring of her shield and helmets light. The things mouth had been tiny but she could hear the disheartening clicks and clatters of its ridges of small bony teeth that lined its tube mouth on the back of her helmet and swallowed hard.

The thing pushed and pried rather easily its bulbous tail swell between her knees and as the wings beat it pushed her thighs wide and she looked down in horror as the black tip aperture of the creature’s underside split wide and out came two pink long uncurling strands. They quickly wrapped themselves like vines around her thighs and pulled them further apart and then out of the center between these two pink vines a large gray greasy looking bulb uncurled stretching strands of mucus in its wake. Its gray fist sized head nosed around her crotch and for the first time the girl realized both her white silk top and bottoms were missing?! She looked around to see if she could see them floating down to the ground beneath her imaging them drifting down to land on one of the many sarcophagi she knew lay somewhere below her and someone finding them and picking them up and eyeing them in puzzlement and she almost laughed at that, but was drawn back instantly to the prodding things egger sniffing of her anus like a curious dog. She squirmed and tried to yank her hips this way and that twisting her torso but it was no use there was nothing to push off from or move against and the things long fibrous fingers were too powerful to break free of or pull away from.

The tentative prodding became a sudden insertion and the girl gasped as her eyes shot wide! “Ah, excuse me. Mister flying thing, but er ah that is the carrot hole and you have a more cucumber size sort of ah-OUCH!” the thing rammed its large and ever increasing in size boy thingy into her butt hole! “OWE! That is the wrong hole! Ouch! Don’t you understand? OUCH! You keep pushing your boy thingy in my bottom! OUCH! NO! NO! NO! I am telling you that- OUCH! Will you listen to me! You have me upside down, you want the other hole, ohhhh, listen to me will you please stop pushing your boy thingy in and out of my butt hole?! OUCH! For the last time I am telling you- OUCH! WRONG HOLE ASSHOLE! OUCH! UGGH! The thing is just not listening to me!” The girl gritted her teeth and tried to breathe though her face felt like it was going to explode and her eyes were full of tears against the pain of the things stupidity of putting its cucumber in her carrot hole! Just when she thought she might endure it the pounding increased both in intensity and speed so now she was angrily crying against the pain as the thing seemed to almost chuckle in delight as it soared in lazy circles.

As the creature pounded her round bottom it made its springing bouncy noise and the violent humping had her naked breasts ‘BOINGING’ all over the place but as the slapping between her red cheeks increased she distinctly and embarrassingly heard first one and then the other of her nipples swell and harden with a distinct ‘POINK’ sound. She blushed at that and though grimacing with pain from her searing ass spearing she hoped the creature had not heard her nipples so betray her excited state. A few seconds later she heard her clit loudly go, ‘PLINK’ as it hardened with arousal as well. ‘How embarrassing,’ the girl thought to herself as she bit her lower lip the pain had definitely now taken on a more rosy hue and she felt herself panting and drooling as her entire lower body throbbed with each jabbing burning thrust, ‘if I cum I will never forgive myself.’

She felt numb down there, her whole lower half was just a dim fiery shadow only the rapid deep thrusts was alive with white searing electrical pulse. She looked around her and realized in the things increased speed and strong powerful thrusting it had loosened its grip on her right arm. ‘Maybe, maybe if I can increase the creatures stimulation it will-ohhhhh gwad I refuse to cum- I refuse to do it-‘ she bit her drooling lower lip and her large blue eyes rolled up into the back of her head as she fought and struggled against the crushing building orgasm. ‘NEEEEEEED to-ah- make it more excited so it will loosen its grasp on my aaaaaarm-ah-‘ the girl swallowed hard and began to thrust her round full hips rapidly back against the slamming lower abdomen of the creature. ‘Oh-oh its working-ah- yes so good-‘ she began to corkscrew her hips and savagely grind them against the things pounding advance. The creature began to spasm and it let go of her arm. She quickly drew her sword and thrust it over her shoulder up into the things head.

There was a sickening crunch and she was falling head-over-heels into the darkness. ‘well this could have been better planed,’ she thought and then she felt the shock of impact and a jar of stars spilled over in her head scattering their small lights in her eyes for several ringing seconds. She looked up and saw the creature only a few yards above her withering and shrieking like lurching storm riven church bells its severed head in its own tentacle hands.

The girl climbed off the stone bench she had landed on her unsteady legs wobbling as she looked at her muck covered sword and snapped her wrist in a rapid downward stroke. All the gore flew off the sword with a ‘splat’ upon the stone floor. “Hmm, that IS handy.” The girl smiled and sheathed her sword. Somewhere a short distance behind her the thing crashed with a loud squishing sound into something metallic and she ignored it utterly and walked forward eyeing the new world around her.

“Strange everything is so much bigger now?” the parapet she had just stood on top of a short while before now towered over her seemingly several hundred feet like a mighty cliff. She walked along its base edge now and eyed the dark shadows all around her where black inky shapes of stone benches and unlit coal braziers and stone sarcophagi raised up on a few stone steps were seemingly everywhere. It was a maze of such obstructions, and though easily circumvented, they still obstructed sight in the general murk that ringed her pool of golden orange light of helm and shield. “Hmm, perhaps a bit more light?” She stopped at a cluster of benches circled around a metal basin holding dead coals and took back out her small glass jar of mummified bees and shook the dust upon the bee embossed upon her helm and shield reciting her incantation taught to her by the bridge monster, “busy, busy bee shine for me!” and the shield and helmet shone with an even greater intensity. She blushed and smiled, doing magic was such a thrill! She eagerly put away her jar and picked back up her helmet and shield and set off again on her way.

She did not travel far when she saw a small shadow standing at the top of the few steps leading up to one of the stone sarcophagi obviously busy at trying to move its ponderous lid. For its breath was thick with exertion and its body strained with excited movement. It was roughly humanoid in shape and was wearing what appeared to be some tight fitting breaches and shirt. It was less than even half her size and was unarmed. Up until the incident with the flying butt-rape-er everything and person she had met had been very friendly… still, she rubbed her still smarting ass and its raised swollen tight puckered sphincter lips and bit her thick pillow lower lip in weighing wither she should approach the curious creature or not?

“Excuse me; can I give you a hand?” She smiled her best smile as she strode up boldly to the creature which turned around abruptly with a squeal of shock and fear and stared at her. She saw in an instant with the sudden advance of her ring of light, that the thing was not wearing any clothes at all and that its exerted breathing and animated motions were not due to trying to get the casket lid open but due entirely to the fact that it was jerking rapidly on its erect boy thingy?! The creatures shock at an announcement of her appearance were apparently too much for it and it climaxed as it turned spurting boy thingy juice all over her metal thigh front covering and her boots.

“Agh!” She shrieked.

“Agh!” It shrieked.

And then they both just stared at each other with their hearts pounding for a second or two until the girl still with her shield draped over her naked chest to hide it and her right hand held over her naked crotch to hide it now nervously spoke, “err, oh I guess you don’t need a hand. I mean, you seem to have things well in hand, I mean you are obviously busy so I will just take my leave of you and let you get back to, err, well I mean you are probably done with what you were doing though um you still seem to be stiff and stroking rather savagely at your err um yes I will be going now sorry to have intruded bye!”

The creature was still wide eyed and obviously frightened half to death but it continued to furiously stroke at its still erect swollen boy thingy. The girl still perceived not real threat from the cowering creature and noted its eyes darting about no doubt looking for avenues of escape, still it was well aggressively pounding its small boy thingy in its fist with no end in sight and that did sort of suggest one should leave. She tried to force a smile retracing her backward surprise lurch with a tentative forward half step. “I am sure you wish to be alone so you can uhm well it is only I was wondering if you could perhaps give me some directions? You see I am- ah could you please not do that while I am talking to you it is rather well disgusting.” Actually she said ‘distracting’ but she thought she had said ‘disgusting’.

“If only I could! But I can’t stop! It’s the curse! The black magician’s curse. We are all cursed in one form or another here in his realms, but this one? Geesh!” The creature shook his head sadly as he continued to savagely jack his small erect boy thingy.

“You poor thing,” the girl sighed and leaned forward a bit to pout her face and tisk-tisk at him. “If only you were a little larger I might- well, anyway how about those directions then?” She smiled and nodded her head as she stood back up again.

The small man-like creature gave her a sour look as she tore her eyes off his small boy thingy and gave him a condescending single eyebrow raise smirk. “Directions?! Look bitc- say… I tell you what. You lend me a hand and I will return the favor. Eh?”

The girl looked again down at the small red swollen boy thingy in his pumping fist and shook her head, “I don’t think so. You might get hurt.” And she smiled and laughed. “Hmm. What exactly are you anyway? You’re not a man are you?”

“I’m an imp am I not? See, small pointy horns, pointy teeth, red skin, got’s me a pointy tail… an imp girl! I am an Imp and a cursed one at thhhhhhhaaaaaat!” The creature clenched its bright white fanged teeth arched its back and stiffened up and shot a huge wad of cum at the girl who shrieked and leaped back a stiff legged bunny hop to escape the trajectory which arched and splattered upon the ground in front of her metal toes.

“Ewe, gross! Hey, watch it will you?!” The girl scowled at the panting red skinned small man who kept jacking madly at his still erect boy thingy.

“Sorry lass, can’t help it sometimes, ah, ah, that should be it for a minute or two, now where were we?” The imp fell back against the stone sarcophagi and lay on his elbow breathing heavily obviously exhausted.

“Geesh, small and quick on the trigger. I really don’t think we can work out any kind of trade here, I am sorry. Bye.” The girl began to turn away.

“Wha-? Wait! You don’t think I meant?” He nodded down at his pumping pecker, “no, no, trust me that is the last thing I want right now. What I need is someone to teach a bunch of other imps a right lesson. Banished me they did on account of this,” he nodded down at his jerking fist and the small red penis stiffly jerking it’s cum bubbling head in its center. “This curse, not my fault at all, and they beat me out and throw stones at me, leave me to wander alone in this dark and terrible place. You beat the snot out of ‘em and I will grant you one well done deed. No tricks no lose ends, my word upon it. What say you?”

“Hmm,” the girl rubbed her chin with her shield hand fingers still being careful not to let the imp catch a gander at her naked breasts and clamped her gauntlet hand more fully over her proud lower mound for the same reason; after all he was so easily excitable. “You do seem harmless enough and I could use some information about this place perhaps even a guide? But I am not sure I would feel right about beating up on a bunch of small strangers just because they drove you away for your err well problem. I mean I could kind of see myself sort of becoming a tad tired of you doing that night and day while I was trying to eat or something? I mean-“

“Look lass, they are imps! Not little wee men who prance around all day doing good deeds. Imps! Vile evil nasty beasts of magic that live only to do wicked prankish things to any helpless soul they cross paths with; I know I am one! Deceitful wretched creatures not worth the salt in a tear, but you help me get my revenge on those sods and I will do you a single good straight turn of a deal. Can’t be fairer than that. Besides if you are trying to get to the town you will have to cross their path as they are camped at the only bridge that breaches the defile.”

“There’s a town?!” The girl dropped her hand from her chin in amazement.

“See I CAN help you! So what do you say?” The imp whipped his brow swapping tired hand after tired hand at his merciless jerking off.

“That’s funny I had just thought earlier you could have fit the entire town in this church and now you tell me there is a town inside here. I wonder…” The girl wandered around in a circle as she mused over the possibilities that this town might be the missing town she was looking for? “Could it be that the black magician took the town outside the church and put it inside the church? If he did that then maybe he put my house in here as well? But what of all the people? What did he do with them?”

“People? Well what do you think all these bloody stone boxes are full of then?” The imp nodded his head at the sarcophagi he was leaning his elbow on.

The girl moved past the imp up the three stone steps and looked down into the sarcophagus only to gasp and raise both her hands to her open mouth. For the imp had previously pushed aside the stone lid revealing there in the stone well of the sepulcher a glass partition frosted at the edges under which lay a young naked woman. “Dead! You mean he has killed them all?!”

“Ah, no not dead, asleep. The black magician has put everyone here into eternal slumber. Well, all of them anyway not any of us. We never sleep and they never wake.” The creature suddenly saw her uncovered golden bush only a few inches from his throbbing cock and made a sucking noise as he started to beat his penis even faster as he stared at the exposed pussy.

“I know that girl! She lived in the town that used to be around this church!” The blonde girl frowned and reached down and stuck her gauntlet right glove fingers into the gray ooze covering much of the glass partition of the coffin and held it up to her nose and sniffed at it. It smelled like burning fish. “EWE! You were jacking off to her?! You have your disgusting boy thingy juice all over her glass covering! You-“

The imp stiffened up and whispered, “Sorry.” And shot a huge wad of cum all over the young blonde girl’s naked lower stomach. The girl shrieked and jumped back and instinctively smacked the offending imp with her shield sending him careening backwards off the few short steps leading up to the sarcophagus and into the shadows below.

“You spurted your gunk on me again! That’s SO gross! You do that again and I will take care of that problem once and for all,” she drew her sword. “Get me?”

There was a whimper from the pile of the imp at the bottom of the steps as it muttered, “yes, gotten, understood. So do we have a deal then?” The pathetic thing was still jerking its small penis at the girl and she sighed and re-sheathed her sword.

“Hmmm, what is your name then?” The girl asked still scowling as she tried whipping the cum off her soft slim stomach with a scowl.

“Alistair,” the creature had rolled up to its hoofed feet and made a quick bow, which looked odd as it continued its jerking of its boy thingy at the same time. “Alistair Growly, ma’am at your faithful service.”

“Well, Alistair Growly, we shall see about that faithful service in the time to come. In the mean time lead me to these bad little imps and I shall dispatch them and we shall then proceed on to this town you spoke of. If these people but do sleep then perhaps there is some clue as to how to wake them in the town where I do believe they once lived? In the meantime point that loaded thing of yours away from me. I don’t want your boy juice on me again! Understood?! Good! Now lead on!”

The imp lead her back the way she had come winding through the tall and short shadows of the stone objects about them his shoulders alternating their jerky spasms as he swapped tired hands back and forth back and forth. Occasionally he would stop dead and stiffen up and grunt and then weakly wobble on and she would make sure to watch her step so she would not happen to chance to step in any oily foul gray puddles he might have left behind.

“Oh,” the creature stopped up short and then looked around overhead.

“What is it? What’s wrong?” the young girl unsheathed her sword.

“A dust moth, someone has severed its head,” the imp looked at the large winged creature lying half in a metal brazier knocked off its stone base and lying on its side and then back up at the distant dancing motes in the beams of light around them. “Nasty things,” the imp growled as both he and her subconsciously rubbed their asses.

She sheathed her sword and followed as the imp lead her on for quite a ways carefully dodging the circles of light where the blue slants of rays of dim light struck down upon the stone floor and cringing low and silent when a large hulking dark shape would slip through the dark snuffing and snorting just out of sight around this or that stone sarcophagus until he finally drawled up short and pointed. “There, there is where they make camp,”

The young girl crouched next to the imp and followed his pointing finger though she did not need to for before them out of the clinging darkness sat a large lit brazier its flames leaping about its orange red glow illuminating several small figures waddling about at the debauch of a small arched stone bridge. The bridge was an almost exact copy of her father’s bridge complete with the stone balustrades railing that the monster version she had crossed earlier had lacked. ‘More like it but smaller,’ she mused and worried a little at what seemed quite a lot of those imps moving about the circle of light cast by the large metal brazier.

“They are cursed to tend the flame,” the jerking off imp beside her hummed as he quickly turned his back on her and spurted off into the dark. She at least breathed a small thanks that he was trying anyway.

“The black magician must want to be able to see anyone who tries to cross the bridge,” The girl whispered. Beyond the bridge the floor rose up slightly and she could just make out past a jumble of stone crypts and benches the dark shape of new types of structures.

“The town lies just beyond the bridge. If you look carefully you can see some of its outline.” The imp spoke over its quivering shoulder.

She did not like the way the imp was trying to peer down her shield at her naked breasts. “Think they will put up much of a fight?” She pulled her shield tighter against her body. Something stroked her naked ass, “and watch the tail!”

“Sorry. No they are imps not fighters. They only tend the flame; that is their curse. Mine is-“

“Yeah, I think we have established what your curse is. Alright this shouldn’t take but a moment you stay here.” She started to move forward but the imp caught at her shield.

“Wait!”

The girl jerked her shield from its twitching grasp, “That is unless you want to come along and join the fight?” The imp shook its head. “Just as I thought, tiny dicks mean tiny pricks. Let a real woman handle this!” the imp tried to speak again but her smirk cut it off and she quickly left it jerking off as she moved closer to the flaming brazier. She couldn’t understand where her sudden bravado was coming from? This did not seem at all like her; maybe the black magician’s curse was prevailing against her again? Perhaps just her strange sound effect body was only the beginning of the foolishness?

Speaking of which she became increasingly concerned over her bouncing ‘BOINGING’ boobs and ‘SWISHING’ ass than she was over her shield and helmets light or her clanking armor giving her away as since losing her top and bottom her butt and boobs seemed to have increased their sound effect volume?! As far as the light of her shield and helmet, as long as the imps stayed in the circle of their own pool of light it should cancel out any sight of her approach until she was very near indeed and ready to pounce.

Placing herself behind the last large object, a long sarcophagus with ornate stone carved ends, between her and the foot of the bridge and the imps surrounding their stone platform brazier, she took a moment to study their movements. It was from here she realized that they were busy like ants moving from a makeshift hole in the floor, dug down where heavy flat paving stones had been pulled aside. From this hole they would enter and then exit a short time later with a handful of black stone which they would then toss into the oily smoking fire of the brazier. They did not appear to be doing much else. Just waiting sometimes for a turn to go down into the hole to recover some of the black fire stone, but no patrols, no sentries, they seldom paid much attention to the shadows rimming their tended flame, but almost like automatons they flittered between hole and fire with steady efforts.

“They have no weapons and if they are as naturally cowardly as Alistair has proven to be then this should not be much of a fight at all. Which is well as I have never fought in a fight before!” the young girl swallowed nervously and drew her plus one sword. ‘Where’s all that gusto and courage now? Just a moment ago I was all swelling chest and cocky pride and now I am shaking like a leaf! Well here’s to it!” The girl stood up and raced the last few yards toward the brazier with shield and sword raised. She could not decide as she BOININGed the last few strides if she should stay silent and strike as many as possible down before they were aware of her or if she should try and put some fear to them with a shout as she leapt amongst their number. In the end she did a little of both, her uncertainty and lack of experience getting the better of her, so that she gave out a half timid yell of “Merahhhhhhh!” as she reached the lip of the brazier’s darkness licking flame circle.

The result was a sort of unexpected chaos. The imps nearest the hole simply jumped down it and vanished while the next pair ran smack into one another staggering backwards clutching their heads and a third simply froze and then cowered with its hands over its head dropping its black oily rock on the ground. She stopped her run and not sure what to do jiggled and BOININGed to a stop. When the three imps looked up at her where she stood she adopted her best teeth barring fierce face and grimaced at them. Her recent experience with the carrot hole drilling she had at the tentacles of the dust moth had leant much to this face so it was indeed very fierce and the imps shrieked and all three leapt down the hole in rapid succession, vanishing from sight.

The girl looked around her somewhat confused and straightened up out of her battle crouch and lowered her shield and sword and blinked as the snarl upon her lips slowly turned into a smile. “Well now, that was decidedly easy.” She laughed and sheaved her sword, “come on Alistair your friends prove to be even bigger cowards than yourself. I know our deal was that I thrash them for you, but to be honest I don’t think I am fast enough to catch them to do so!” She laughed again and turned back to Alistair who was peeking around the sarcophagus she had just sprinted out from behind. “Come, come little imp there is nothing to worry about now. I have chased all the bad little imps down their hole. I really don’t know what the black magician was thinking, those little door stops make terrible guards.”

“They were not the guard just the keeper of the flame,” Alistair whispered from around the stone block. “I tried to warn you but you wouldn’t listen. That is the guardian to the bridge.” And Alistair raised a trembling finger to point behind the girl.

“Wha-?” the girl stopped speaking noticing the odd change in the flickering light on the floor all around her. She spun around to see the flames in the brazier rise higher and higher and take on the shape of a burning man. “Oh poop.”

She just managed to get her shield up before the first blast of flame struck and tried to engulf her. She could smell burnt hair and her long yellow curls seemed to frizz as she yelped in fear and alarm. She managed to yank her sword out and half stumbled and fell aside as a second blast of flame scorched and blackened the ground around her. For the first time she noticed how many scorched patches the stones around the brazier had and how many small bits of blackened bone and skulls lay here and there. “OH! Alistair if I survive this you are going to be in SO much trouble, mister!”

She got up and managed a sword swipe at the legs of the flaming man which did nothing as it raised its hand again and her shield snapped up to catch the full blast which staggered her backward knocking her on her full round buttocks which in turn made a loud honking noise as she landed hard upon them. She yelped and rolled aside again this time coming up tossing her red hot shield aside and shaking her left arm which she blew on again and again. “Tried to tell me?! Tried to tell me? HMMM, let me think? Nope, can’t recall any time you started to say, ‘oh by the way, have I mentioned the bridge is guarded by this flaming monster that shoots jets of fire?’ nope, you are SO dead Alistair it isn’t even funny!” The girl yelped again and cartwheeled across the stone tile as the jet of flame followed her.

Then as she dropped down into a summersault and ended it ignobly by smacking her head against a pile of stone tiles the flame man stopped his smiling raised arm aim to look down at Alistair who was spewing a stream of his spunk onto the coals at the feat of the monster. The monster raised its eyebrow and then angrily lowered its hand to point at Alistair.

The creature of living flame stopped again as it noted the hissing steam coming from its side. The blonde was squeezing her water skin with what water was left in it on to the side of the monster. “Move aside Alistair!” as the little imp jumped aside the blonde reared back her foot and kicked the bronze bowl off the short stone pillar it sat on flipping it over and smothering out the flames. A few lose clinkers fell this way and that and small tiny flame men appeared over them but Alistair shot his spunk wads upon them and the girl anxiously with much yipping and worried humming chased them down and stomped them out. There was a rather nervous moment when one small coal came dangerously close to rolling down the hole but she squelched it under her boot heal just before its tiny flame man could escape.

“Whew!” The young girl whipped her sweating brow and retrieved her shield. “That was something alright! WOW! I can’t believe we did it! HA! And wow Alistair I never knew anyone could spew so much spunk before I mean yeah it was gross and all but still really impressive there.”

“I just kept thinking of you bending over and-“

“Ah, yeah, right so now I guess we can cross over the bridge… unless there are any more unexpected surprises you aren’t telling me about?” The girl grunted as she dropped the metal brazier over the hole and leaned a few of the thick paving stones on its sides for good measure.

“I am not sure what lies on the other side of the bridge as I am not allowed to cross it. The curse that binds me to doing this,” he gestured with his currently free hand at his busy other hand, “also keeps me on this side of the rift. But we had a deal and though I am an imp I will abide by it. You have given my brothers a good scare and that is more than I could hope to achieve. And it will take them some time to revive the flame guardian during which their skin will itch and welt with pinches for such is the punishment for a failure to keep up their cursed task and I will laugh at that! So now tell me what can a imps small magic do for you my fair lady?”

All about them small bits of coal sparked and cindered upon the charred stone. The girl whipped her hands together and brushed her gauntlet steel and leather fingers through her somewhat frazzled hair. “Ah, let me get this straight you can’t go with me any further into the town ahead and I am guessing you have no idea what’s on the other side of the bridge so really I can’t think of anything you can do for me right now.” The girl stomped on another cinder and it squelched with an evil snapping smoking shriek.

“Do not so lightly toss aside my offer, an imp’s magic may not be strong but what it can do it can do well.” The imp tried to make a sweeping hand gesture and bow but it was climaxing again and only managed to shoot a wad of ball snot onto the underside of its own hairy chin.

“Ah, yeah I can see that. Well,” she was adjusting her harness straps and rubbing one of her booted feet against the top steel plates of her other foot. “Ah well these damn boots are always itching my feet can you do anything without harming me in any way to fix that? I mean without doing anything to me, my own person, can you improve my boots so they are more comfortable?”

“That’s all? Just a cobbler’s task? Very well, certainly I think I can manage something. Take off your shoes and place them there,” the imp squirted a circle of spunk upon the ground as he began dancing around. The wary girl kept an eye on him as she slowly removed her boots and chided herself as to wither this could possibly lead to any kind of an even a remote resemblance of a good idea. But mostly she was just struggling with keeping as much of her naked body hidden behind her shield as possible which when it comes to removing ones boots is an almost impossible task.

Finally she had her boots off and she tossed them into the rather elaborate spunk spewed circle and glyphs the imp had squirted upon the ground. The imp stopped its dance and with its one free hand began to wiggle its fingers as its long forked tongue lolled down to the ground at its hooves. A purple glow centered on the boots and grew until it erupted into a smoldering flash. The young girl completely expected her boots to have been reduced to ash but was surprised to see them still un-scorched and unblemished and utterly transformed. Where before there had been a pair of leather slouch boots with steel plates riveted over its top and shin and arch and ending in a segmented pointed toe. There was now a pair of very fragile looking elaborately finely worked black silk thigh high boots. They had silk black bows going up the open calf and open thigh backside with a ring of gold bees dotting the top lip of the boot and a stiletto heel and a pointed toe. The girl lifted them up and was surprised at how light they felt. She removed her metal shin guards and her steel thigh plates and her small dagger and sheath and put on the coal black boots and it was like stepping into a warm bath. They fit perfectly! “Well, I must admit they are beautiful. Exquisite in fact, and very comfortable. I suppose for such comfort and such a beautiful crafted shoe it is little price to pay to give up the protection of the armor boots and shin guards and steel thigh guards I had worn before.”

“Give up protection? Nonsense. These boots are far stronger than the ones you were wearing or any of those discarded pieces lying there. They are magical and their weave could stop a dragon’s tooth. In addition they have a plus one stealth to them and if you fall any great distance they distribute the force of the fall into the ground or object upon which they land turning certain death or well at least broken bones into a simple jostle and a cracked floor. We are re-paid my lady.” And the imp bowed again.

The young blonde girl swirled around in her new boots they were indeed very stylish and very pretty and yes very sexy and she blushed with the that last thought as she adjusted her silk hose that rose up just above the lip of the boot top. “Oh, thank you Alistair they are very splendid indeed!” and the girl gave him a wink and let him have a good peak as she bent over in front of him pretending to brush some coal dust off her boot toe tip until she felt the warm wet spurt of his boy juice landing fully on her upturned gently shaking naked ass cheeks at which she stood up face blushing and without a so much as a backward glance and with loud ‘SWISHING” and ‘BOINGING’ crossed the bridge and left Alistair lying on the ground panting and dazed behind in her sudden wake.

The other side of the bridge was darker even with her shield and helmet glowing brightly and the odd shapes which she had assumed where buildings or bits and pieces of such turned out to be a forest of enormous penises. “Go-go-gosh! It’s a whole wood made up of boy thingies?!” she wandered around the pathless trunks of the towering cocks, brushing her hands upon their warm throbbing trunks and even sniffing and smelling and licking the flesh of their veiny stout branch-less slightly curved capped shafts. They were of every shape and size and a salty smell filled the musty warm air as she breathed in deeply and her heavy eyelids fluttered and she smiled and smiled and laughed with rapture. She was in heaven. Sadly the penis forest gave way too quickly to once again the barren open stone paving of the now impossible to discern church cluttered with again more stone shapes and shadows. But there were no sarcophagus on this side of the rift and no benches or dead braziers. Instead, their seemed patches of broken stone and jagged stone briars the gray leafless things tangled in bunches here and there.

The young blonde stood by the last of the towering penis trees and sighed. She looked back into the penis forest proper and then gently kissed the last lone penis and then quickly bit its flesh hard and pulled at it with her teeth and then sighed again and kissed it gently again. She rubbed her hand up and down its smooth soft powerful throbbing shaft and shook her head. “A girl could spend her entire life in such a place as this and never grow bored. I have half a mind to just strip myself naked and climb all these thousands of trees! Gosh, not a slacker in the bunch, all hard erect and all of them so very, very, big!” she sighed deeply and with a tear in her eye left the penis forest behind and despite a few wistful glances over her shoulder kept heading forward into the dark murky foggy stone rubble strewn plain before her. The place was foul and it was only thanks to her shield and her new nearly impregnable boots that the stone briars did not bite and tear at her soft flesh.

“How can a man who created something as wonderful as that forest full of boy thingies then turn around and create such a terrible place such as this?!” The young blonde girl put her hand on her hip and surveyed the dismal place. “I can’t even see the walls of the church anymore or its ceiling. It’s as if with every step the place gets bigger and bigger. Is that possible?”

She then eyed a curious thing. A stout shadow rising up out of where the misty fog grew even thicker and she decided to head toward it as she now had given up any hope of figuring out which way was forward or backward or what anymore in the thickening patches of white haze.

The shadow became lost to her sight several times and her twist and forced turns around clumps of seemingly randomly pulled up and pilled paving stones and patches of vicious briars made her have to double back now and then as the blocky square shape seemed to move to either side of her advance upon it. But eventually she made her way close enough to see that it was indeed as she had hoped a building. In fact it was a three story stone building of considerable size sitting upon a still set in place stone courtyard with a statue topped fountain before it. The fountain was sadly dry and overgrown with the same gray stone like briar but the building was in good if not immaculate shape and the front windows were lit but of a thick yellowed mullion glass that made it impossible to peer inside. The fountain reminded her of her growing thirst and her long walk through the bristling fog had made her weary she looked up at the wooden sign above the only door to the place and read it out loud as was her habit when she read signs for the first time. “THE ADVENTURES CLUB.” She frowned and then walked up the few steps and pushed in the door.

Inside was a well it room that would have looked very much like a tavern or bar had she ever been in one but since she hadn’t it looked like a smoky downstairs parlor with all the walls knocked out leaving pillars to support the upstairs and creating one large room full of men sitting around round tables on wooden chairs smoking and drinking what smelled like hard cider. The girl upon smelling the hard cider instinctively raised up her shield to cover her naked breasts and lowered her sword hand to clamp it over her naked sex, “I could make a lot of coin here I bet.” The girl muttered quietly under her breath as the loud room fell momentarily to silence as everyone in it turned to look at her and then went back to loudly bragging and back slapping and finger jabbing at one another.

They weren’t men, sitting around those round tables covered in wooden foaming mugs and small waxy mounds of sputtering candles. She hadn’t seen any real men or women after seeing that pale man all in black. That is not men who looked entirely normal to her way of remembering them. All the men she had seen were, well very short, and so it was here. The room was full of men who upon standing did not come up above her breasts?! The man she had met in the field and who had ran away when she had mentioned the centaurs and satyrs had been a bit taller and had been the owner of the first decent sized boy thingy she had ever seen. She wondered idly as she closed the door and moved into the maze of half empty tables what had become of him?

She continued to keep her shield up over her breasts and her hand clamped over her silky blonde snatch as she threaded her way into the loud talking smoke filled room. She could smell good things cooking and she was both starved and thirsty. She approached the back of the room resigning herself to the fact that she could do nothing about her exposed backside and approached a man with a towel in his hand drying a wooden mug who was standing on the other side of a waist high partition with a wooden top to it and who she guessed was the owner of the house as he was the only one not drinking hard cider in messy gulps and shouting at the top of his lungs.

“Excuse me, but-“

He cut her off, “you a member?”

“I am not sure but I don’t think so.” She offered her best demure smile; boy did that smell good whatever it was that was roasting on a spit behind him there!

“Sorry members only.” He shook his head and put down the mug and picked up another one from what sounded like a water filled wash tub hidden behind the wooden half wall between them and started swabbing it dry.

“Oh… how does one become a member?” She popped her finger into her mouth and started sucking on it after deciding that the low wall between them was hiding her girly part down there well enough from any peeping eyes.

“You want to join the Adventurer’s Club?” the man seemed to think this was not a very good idea as he eyed her in a puzzled manor not unlike the time she had insisted to her sister that she wanted to try a spoon full of vanilla extract. How could she know that anything that smelled so wonderful and tasted so good in food was so gwad awful straight out of the bottle?!

“Ah… yes.” She said it slowly and nodded her head slowly keeping an eye on his eyes for any sign this was a really terrible idea but he merely shrugged and reached over to his side and yanked on what must have been some kind of pull lever. A door opened around the corner of the low wall between them and as far away from the loud boisterous short men as the single room would allow.

She looked at him but he was now ignoring her and reaching for another splashing mug. She moved over slowly to the half open door and then opened it fully revealing a staircase leading upwards and peered around the door one last time to note from this angle that the man washing the mugs was standing on a raised platform that ran around the interior side of the wooden topped wall and that he was considerably shorter though full of muscle than most of the other short men in the room. She gave one last lung full of that wonderfully smelling food and sighing passed through the door and closed it behind her.

As soon as the door closed all the loud braying of the men was muffled and she found herself creeping up slowly a wooden staircase that rose up into the center of a room not too different in layout from the one bellow except that there were a few wall partitions still standing and it was not full of small round tables with wooden chairs but instead full of leather thick plush chairs and green ferns in odd pots and lots and lots of stuffed mounted animals and monsters and walls of books and framed maps upon the few sections of wall not adorned with weapons or snarling heads. At first she thought the place utterly devoid of life eyeing the strange mounted creatures with some trepidation but soon she realized that there were a few lone men scattered here and there in a chair reading or paired off chatting quietly together. She reached the floor proper and stepped off the stair case and raised her shield and clamped her hand to protect her nudity from view as much as possible though as before she noted that no one seemed to pay her naked state much notice at all?!

The men here seemed even more diminutive in stature than the ones downstairs and she cleared her throat as a small man in white gloves and a brilliant red jacket with gold piping approached her she expected the bums rush to the exit but instead the man asked her in a very quiet voice if she required anything. She blinked twice and then asked for some food and some water. The man asked her if she would like to be served in the dining room or here in the study. She replied that here was nice and he bowed and left the room.

The young girl walked slowly and as quietly as her loudly BOINGING SWISHING body would let her and took up a very comfy chair next to a man in white bristling sideburns who was shoveling forkfuls of some kind of yummie smelling meat into his mouth while reading intently some kind of lose pile of papers on his lap. He only took notice of her when the man in white gloves reappeared with her plate and set it down on the small table next to the man in the chair and then poured him some red liquid out of a bottle. He raised his glass and she raised her glass of water and they both downed them. The man in white gloves refilled the man’s glass with more red liquid and then took her glass away to refill it with water. She did not wait for him to return but launched herself with gusto at her plate of food and found it utterly delicious!

The man nodded approval at her and spoke for the first time, “good to see an appetite for a change. Too many cabbage soup types around her of late! I take it you just got in then?”

She nodded rapidly and did not stop in shoveling her food into her mouth.

“Good, good, I am afraid we are wont of new blood. Oh all of us have had hundreds of adventures and stories to be told but in truth not a one of us has ventured out since the black magician came and placed his curse upon the land. We just sort of muddle around the shop so to speak,” he waved his hand airily at the room and the little pockets of men sitting in it.

The girl nodded again and smiled since she was too busy eating to really listen and he had paused in his talking.

The man seemed to appreciate this as they always did and he smiled in reply and nodded again and continued talking. “Yes, I am afraid we mostly confine ourselves to arguing about abstract minutia of questionable value. Or re-compare notes on the best tactics for dealing with difficult game. Did you ever have to deal with a cockatrice?”

The girl paused and looked up to her right for a second and then nodded swallowing her mouthful of food before she wanted to and answered him, “yes, I have but it really depends upon the boy doesn’t it? I mean unless you have three of them right there ready to go! Otherwise it’s mostly wishful thinking.”

The old man nodded grimly, “I see your point, I see your point. I lost three of my best gun bearers to one as well. Thrilling though wasn’t it?”

The girl nodded aggressively and swallowed most of the food in her mouth before speaking again. “It is, it is, I mean you are hoping he can but it usually requires so much waiting and waiting that it isn’t even worth it! But like I said if you can get three of them at once then you don’t have to rely upon just one trying to keep it all going.”

“Ah yes, the waiting in the bush can be the most trying on ones nerves,” the old man nodded gravely and adjusted his eye monocle.

“Well in it or alongside it I mean if he can keep it stiff you can do a lot of the work yourself while he’s taking a breather you know what I mean?” She waved her fork and a piece of gravy meat flew off and landed on the old man’s lap and the girl was immediately mortified and looked to see if he had noticed it. But the man appeared to be wrapped in cleaning his monocle on his pocket square.

“A stiff resolve is indeed the most important thing! You know I was just telling Malcolm that the other day and he just kept going on and on about his fichus, bah!” the old man returned his monocle to his eye and looked out over the room of elderly gentlemen.

The girl was smiling, her plate was clean and she felt wonderfully full and sated. “So who is in charge here in this Adventure’s Club?”

“Well, is suppose I am? Hadn’t really thought about it in a dog’s age.” The old man gave a short laugh.

“Well my sister said we always pay our bills and since I am a little light of coin right now,” the girl dropped to her knees in front of the old man and brushing aside the piece of sauced meat stuck to his pants quickly unbuttoned his breaches and set to work on his wrinkly old cock.

The old man’s eyes widened and his monocle fell out of his eye socket and then his eyes rolled back in his head and he fell back in his chair smiling.

The man in the white gloves showed up with her glass of water just as she was standing up and she thanked him and downed it, “old guy spunk is so salty don’t you think?” and the white glove man simply nodded.

The girl took a few things off the wall mounts and had the man in the white gloves go refill her water skin and bring her a small sack of dried provisions, after all she had sucked the old man so hard his balls had disappeared from her kneading wrinkly scrotum massaging grasp and up inside his body; and then she descended the stairs and left the Adventure’s Club while behind her the white gloved man tried to wake the old man with the monocle and then gasped to find him dead.

Outside of the Club she looked around but could find no path or road leading away from the building. She could tell roughly, she thought, perhaps what direction she had come from and set off in the opposite direction as she left the building behind her and re-entered the stone waste land.

It had to be a new direction because after a short while the stone paved ground became suddenly a mix of gray paving slabs and marshy mossy marshland. Wet muck and smelly ooze abounded. She found herself hopscotching from group of paving slabs to paving slabs and carefully picking out a mostly dry path when the distance was too great for her to ‘SPROING’ across.

The marsh rapidly degenerated down into a swamp and the girl at least was amazed that the muck and water failed to stick to or damage her new boots in the slightest?! With just a shake of her leg the filth flew off and her shoes looked brand new! “Fantastic!”

She was glad she had shed and left behind her shin guards and metal thigh pads as the water and mud was knee deep in places and she would never had managed it with the extra weight upon her legs. Soon the ground firmed up again and the desolate swamp now began to turn into an odd half paved half wooded series of draws until it finally made up its mind and became a proper forest, though of dead trees and shrubs, and a proper paved roadway. The paved roadway then gave way to cobble stones and in a few hundred yards the young blonde girl realized she was back on the familiar road that lead from the dirt road of her house to the bridge and then over the wooded hill to the town. Where exactly she was on the road in relation to the branching off of her dirt road and the bridge and the town was difficult to say in such a gloomy dark foggy place but she was confident that this was definitely the right road, though she had to grudgingly admit it was INSIDE the church which was so impossibly large now in size that she could make nothing out of its walls or ceiling just the forest and the starless night sky above.

She trundled down the road growing in some caution as the sounds of rustling and snarls from the raised up banks of woodland the road carved its flat way through began to become increasingly prevalent. There was no telling what manor of beast lay about her and she slowed down to a stealthy crouch whispering to her shield and helmet to dim their fierce brilliant light down to a dim ebbing glow. Her boots made no sound upon the round rock packed road but her boobs and butt continued their springing elastic sound effects much to her teeth gritting agitation.

While it took only a whisper to lower the light or extinguish it completely of her shield and helm it would take a sprinkling of her glass vial of mummified bees and the incantation to increase or return the light again. She had no way of knowing how many such sprinkles the vial contained and in a land with no apparent sun or stars or moon she was leery of lowering her shield and helmet’s light any further despite the increasing sounds of bodies crashing about the dead forest all around her.

Then she stumbled upon the dirt road turning that lead back to her house?! There was no denying it. This was the road for certain! She felt an elation of hope but also a strange unease as the sounds of monstrous growls and snapping twigs was certainly louder coming from the woods through which the dirt track cut through. The young blonde girl girded up her sword harness and raising her shield up to her nose crouched down and moved slowly and carefully down the dirt twisting turning road.

She tossed caution aside when she saw the first house that should have been there was there and sprinted down the rest of the dirt road racing past house after lonely dark house until she stopped breathlessly before her own home. Like all the others the door was open the window sashes thrown up and all darkness and silence. She approached the door but did not bother to enter or call out for pinned with a single nail to the front of the door was a single sheet of valium. The young girl quickly pulled out her glass vile of mummified bees and sprinkled it upon her golden bee bossed helmet and shield and intoned the incantation until the large metal bees shown with a light bright enough to read by.

The note read; “WAITING FOR YOU IN THE TOWN BEYOND THE RIVER BRIDGE- THE BLACK MAGICIAN.” Her heart leapt up into her throat and she looked around her suddenly worried about her sister and all the missing people. “The people of course are all back inside those stone tombs where I met Alastair,” but she felt confident her sister was not amongst them. “I must meet this black magician and see what I can do to restore this topsy-turvy world to right?” The young girl looked down and noticed under the door where the note had been pinned was a rough uneven scrawl done in charcoal it read: “NO FAT CHICKS.”

The young girl slowly but steadily retraced her steps back down the dirt road to where it joined the coble stone road. At least now she had a direction, a place where she was expected. She had no doubt that the road would lead to the stone bridge though she had no idea if the monster she had met upon the previous bridge would be on this one? ‘How could he be as he would still be on the bridge outside the church?’ And that beyond that bridge would indeed lay the town and in it was the black mage waiting for her to arrive, ‘I wonder what he wants from me? This is all so very confusing!’

The girl pondered as she walked along the dirt road back again past the empty dark houses forgetting her shield and helmet were still almost as bright as daylight as she shuffled along lost in thought sucking on her finger, the rolled up note now in her provision pouch. Suddenly several figures erupted out of the dark dead wood all around her ringing her upon the dirt road! They appeared to be men, but they had the legs of hairy goats and bearded faces crowned with curving goat horns?! They wielded wicked looking sticks and wine gourds hung at their hips along with pipes and leather pouches. They wore no clothing and after her initial shock wore off she noted that not a single one of them was not sporting a hard reversed curved boy thingy that was not of cucumber caliber?!

She swallowed hard to see so many hard and hungry boy thingies at one time dancing around her and she rapidly moved her hand from her hilt to clamp it firmly over her blonde hairy twat when she noticed all the men-beasts were too busy drinking from their wine gourds to menace her much with their half dragged gnarled staffs. One even began to blow upon his pipes that hung around his neck as the others continued their drunken braying staggering circling of her, ‘they seemed harmless enough, but still…’ she eyed again all those oddly reversed curved hard boy thingies and how they slapped heavy against their hairy thighs and worried about her poor butt which was still a bit sore from that dust moth business earlier.

‘Best to get a handle on this.’ she thought. “Who are you and what do you want from me?” She cringed as soon as the phrase, ‘want from me,’ left her lips which pursed at the blunder considering the quivering multitude of erections flinging this way and that around her she could certainly guess what they WANTED from her! “I mean, stand aside and let me pass! I have no quarrel with you!”

This had apparently no effect upon the goat men who brayed and neighed and danced all the joyfully more at her angry pouting face. ‘Maybe I should try my battle face? That worked on the imps,’ she lowered herself in to her battle crouch and took her hand off her blonde hairy pussy to grip her sword hilt in a no-nonsense manner and made her barred teeth ‘grrrr’ face. The goat men just laughed and drank and staggered about some more.

The young blonde girl just sighed and stood up straight. “Alright then,” she took off her shield from her arm and sat it down upon the ground and then she sat down upon her shield so her bum was sitting upon the glowing golden bee and spread her legs wide. “But when a girl faces this many large boy thingies at once there has got to be some rules…”

The blonde girl staggered somewhat bowlegged down the cobble stone road covered from head to toe with spunk. Well not ‘to toe’ anyway she noted that her magic boots remained impervious to stains and every chunky drop of boy thingy ooze that splattered upon them went flying off with the next step. So that was nice. The girl wore a dazed smile on her half lidded dopey face as she staggered to the splashing brook that she knew crossed over the road not far ahead. “I need a good bath after that, well boy thingy bath, tee-hee. Boy I am sure learning a LOT about boy thingies in these past few days!” She thought hard about the group of six goat men and their large reversed curved boy thingies and how it had grown to eight goat men and then ten and then sixteen and then finally thirty! “UGH! A group of thirty boy thingies is a lot! That is what I learned! Well that and I really like a boy thingy in the front and the back at the same time! My sister is always saying I should get a hobby so I will stay out of trouble, boy! I think I will make a boy thingy in the front and back my hobby as I really enjoy that! Yep, that should keep me out of trouble!”

The wood encircling the sunken road was much quieter now that she had left every goat man in the area exhausted snoring asleep back along the dirt road. She found the splashing fast brook and set about washing herself of the boy thingy gooey yuck-muck that covered her body and armor. Her little provision pouch contained a small bar of soap and wash rag and towel which was very nice of the white glove man to have put in there and she made good use of these items so it was a long bath.

“I hope the black magician is not angry I am taking so very long to find him? But then again he is not a very nice man to do all these nasty curse things to everyone, so I suppose it is not so rude to make him wait a little?” The young girl remained naked for a little while stretching her limbs and letting her armor dry off as she looked about her in the dark gloom and ate a little of her food stuffs which consisted of some cheese and dried meat bull pizzle and some flat un-raised bread and a small jar of honey. But she was not very hungry despite her several hours of recent exertions for she had plenty of goat men spunk to fill her stomach several times over and she had found goat men spunk was not only filling but delicious! It tasted like warm goat cheese and smelled like it too!

The young blonde girl dressed herself again. She left her helmet and shield glowing strongly for she liked the light in such a dark and gloomy wood and the wood was not so frightening with most of its scary noises now silenced. She put back on her armor and boots and noted she was not wearing that much at all anymore, since she had lost her white silk top and bottoms to the dust moth incident, just her leather fingerless gloves on both hands, her metal gauntlet with bicep armor on her right hand/arm and her metal shoulder pieces, her plus one sword and harness, her helmet and shield, and her sexy black thigh high boots with her white sheer silk hose which rose a few inches above her boot tops, (her back-up dagger which she had worn behind her leg she had abandoned along with her steel thigh pads and shin guards when Alastair the imp had made her new boots for her as it would simply not fit) and her various pouches which she hung upon her sword belt, which she was also using as a garter belt for her silken hose, snug about her narrow waist.

From the Adventure’s Club she not only had her current provision pouch for which she was truly grateful but she had taken a few items off the wall brackets from which they had hung upon the cluttered walls. These items were; a short metal collapsible tube through which one could look and see things far off as if they were much closer. Her father had made one when she was younger but he had taken it away with him when the king had sent for him to join him in the war. The aforementioned provision pouch had also been hanging upon the wall, it was of black leather with two loops at the top to slip a belt through and an over flap that had a metal gold bee that slipped through a gold slot and then twisted to hold it fast. Her old brown leather pouch was of such she had to stop and untie it from her belt to open it; she liked this new black one as it could be opened by its flap without stopping and untying a bunch of leather thongs or undoing her belt! She had also replaced her original brown leather wine/water skin with a new black leather wine/water skin which she now refilled at the fast running brook. This skin had a hard metal shell which the black leather covered so it was not so easily punctured and did not leak as the other one had at the seams and it seemed to hold a little more water without adding a lot more weight. It had the magical feature as to make all water put into it taste a little sweeter and it removed all poisons and harmful natural though not magical effects from a liquid it contained. The last item she had appropriated from the walls in trade (in addition to her meal of course!) for her services to the old man who owned the Club was a small black metal box, now in the provision pouch. She had seen one once before years ago and they were commonly referred to as a ‘Faery Finder.’ It also had a gold bee etched upon its slick enameled surface, in fact the faraway vision tube in the provision pouch also had a bee etched into its brass rings; all the items she had been attracted to upon the walls of the Club had bees upon them. Perhaps that is why she had taken them?

The young girl now all refitted set off again down the cobble stone road ‘SWISHING’ and ‘BOINGING’ up a storm of sound to which her sword and armor added its clanks and chinks so that she almost felt like whistling along to round out the odd symphony, and did until she heard the distant sound of loud fierce clanging and stopped. The sound was coming from just about the area where the coble stone road met and ‘Y’-ed its self to a branching of the coble stone road that lead off in a direction she had never been nor knew anything about in this world or her own. It was in this fork in the road that she had met the toad and the lizard, the merchants who had outfitted her before, but that had been the road ‘outside’ of the church and they had packed up their wagon and left going down along the cobble stone road well past its dirt road turning to her house and would be by now long gone into again realms unknown to her.

“It is most confusing. There is my world where things are what they are, and then there is the world I woke up to which is so strangely similar, and now there is this world inside the church which is again the same but different all over again! Well whatever is making all that dreadful clanging and banging noise it cannot be the toad and lizard for they were outside the church on that road and this is some other version of that road and besides they are in their yellow cart and gone by now. But the noise is coming from the same place. I had best be careful.” And with that the girl crept forward as cautiously as she could until she could peep around the raised tree topped bank at the roads next turning and spy upon what was making such a frightful din of a racket!

It was an enormous creature swinging a huge hammer at an anvil amongst a glowing forge with billows and tanks of water and a sweltering air rippling smelter. The thing was pounding upon a glowing piece of metal held by a pair of vicious looking tongs which it then sank into a hissing tank of water before using the tongs to grab another piece of metal and jab it into the forges pile of coals and reach up its powerful arm to grab the rope to the wheel and bellows and yank it until the blowing coals turned white and then it removed the metal and slapped it down upon the anvil and proceeded to pound upon it with its enormous hammer. “It’s a blacksmith?! A blacksmith with his forge and smelter and benches and grind stone and anvil all set up in the yoke of the fork in the road! How peculiar!”

The girl stood up and strode up to the hideous looking giant. It was easily over twenty feet tall and its huge forge was scaled to its bulk. The beast ignored her and only offered her a grunt when she introduced herself as best she could still having no recollection of her name. In fact considering how confusing it must be for them as it was certainly confusing to her when it came to introducing one’s self to a stranger with no name to offer she decided it might be best to either invent a new name or skip the introductions all together.

The creature finished its pounding dropped the glowing iron into a hissing tub of water and fetched a large barrel form a stack nearby and pulling out its oaken top tipped it up to its lips and swallowed and spilled its entire contents down its throat and chest. The creature tossed the now empty barrel aside and whipped its thick cruel looking lips and blinked its one eye at the girl. “You want to trade?” It was more a growl than words like a thunder cloud smashing its head into a mountain and cursing.

The girl looked at the bare-chested giant and then down to its loin cloth and wondered how big its boy thingy must be, “certainly!”

“Hmmm,” the creature rubbed its stubble chin with its cinder pockmarked arm and pondered as it looked her over, “I tell you what. You look like the kind of boy who can do a job for me.”

The girl frowned and looked down at her naked exposed huge tits and muttered, “boy?!”

“You do me a task, boy, and I will make you up some new armor. What do you say?”

Again the girl looked down at her large firm round breasts and thought, ‘boy?! I am so obviously a girl!’ But out loud she hid her indignation and said, “Alright I think I can handle you, you have a deal!” She had one of her shoulder pads almost off before the giant could speak again.

“Good. I like your gumption, boy. Now here is the situation; I am running low on mead here.” The giant poked a thumb over its shoulder at the pile of barrels. “And I can’t be expected to work all day at a hot forge without me mead. Now the men who trade me with mead have not shown up for several days now. I want you to go find out what has happened to them and most importantly to bring me back my overdue mead shipment. Got that boy? They come in their wagon from that direction.” The giant pointed a long clawed hoary finger down the fork in the road the girl had never taken before, “Now hurry along boy and be quick about it. My mead for new armor for you. That’s a bargain any day of the week!” and the creature went back to pounding its metal as the girl angrily replaced her metal shoulder pad and ‘humphed’ and stomped off down the directed roadway.

The new road was much like the old familiar road in it was cobbled with round river stone and packed firm but while the old road cut through bank after bank of tree topped mounds of earth keeping its self level as it wound this way and that, this road lay upon the ground and rose and fell over open fields and meadows. In fact where the road branched off the forest ended so that as soon as she stepped out upon the new road proper she had left the dark dead woods behind her and entered open rolling fields.

She did not like what she saw. For what she saw was the road dipping and rising over hill after hill after hill of open meadows and not a single sign of any habitation or brewery. “Ohhhh, this will be some walk and my feet will be tired and sore despite my new magic boots and the dark magician is waiting in the town across the bridge and I need to see him if I am ever to get my sister and our house and such back to the way they were and I AM MOST CERTAINLY NOT A BOY! Geesh!”

Much to her surprise she did not have long to walk for after three hills she found that the next nestled bottom had a mill and a stream and a small wooden bridge and several wooden and stone houses all clumped about the roadway. “How odd that an entire little gathering of people could live so close to me and I would never have known of them?!”

She approached the dwellings with shield raised as much to hide her nudity as for possible protection and her right sword hand clamped over her exposed snatch. “I must surely get some other garments to wear for my person as it will surely prove difficult to fight in a public place if I must try and keep my maiden’s honor covered and swing a sword at the same time!”

The mill was working. The great wooden wheel was turning in the fast moving stream and the large grindstone slowly pivoted upon its wooden spindle but there was no one to be seen. “Maybe they are all asleep too back in the sarcophagus or maybe they are asleep now in these houses. It is impossible to tell whether it is day or night when the sky is always dark.”

She walked over the little arched bridge its wooden slats booming under her heels despite their plus one stealth and she was about to enter one of the houses despite their open doors and windows all being dark and ominous but she suddenly caught sight of some movement up the grassy hill past the mill which drew her attention and she decided to go check that out instead of the spooky old empty looking houses.

Upon reaching the hill top she found another mill. This one was a wind mill and it clunked and barked as its huge canvas sails lazily spun in a circle. “It must have been the arms of the windmill which had drawn my attention through the shifting fog.” She was about to retrace her steps back down the hill to the road when she heard the distinct sound of men talking. The wind which blew the arms of the windmill and striated the banks of fog that hung heavy in the niches between the hillocks also scattered the voices so she had a difficult time chasing down their direction as she moved first this way and that pausing often in frowns and frustration until she had followed them down the far side of the hill into a wooded draw.

The men where all standing around in a tight circle holding smoky torches and pitch forks and conversing in quiet but angry voices; the young girl watched them for a bit and deciding they seemed harmless enough and might know something about the giants mead shipment she decided to approach them but took her usual precaution of covering her upper body with her shield and firmly clamping her right sword gloved hand over her blonde curly haired spicy nest.

Despite her rather brilliant glowing helmet and shield the men failed to notice her until she was fully upon them and speaking. “Excuse me; I was wondering if any of you might know something about the giant’s mead shipment. The giant blacksmith at the forge sent me to find out why it is late.”

The men recovered from their startled state at her sudden appearance and one of them addressed her, “I don’t know anything about the giant or his mead but if you can help us out of a jam you can have all the barrels in my cellar.”

“Aye and mine as well!”

“And mine!”

“I have three barrels of hard cider I can add to it as well!”

“I have a full cask of brandy I will throw in with the others!”

“I have no spirits but I have three good wheels of hard cheese and a barrel of pickled pig’s feet for my lot!”

The men were obviously quiet frightened and the girl thought that some collection of mead would perhaps fulfill whatever obligation her deal with the giant pertained to and she surely did not feel like walking any further to try and find this unheard of distillery. She had not even seen any hops fields! In fact all the trees were dead and the brush and nothing but brambles and thickets cloyed the fields of tall dead grass!

“Alright then as long as you help me haul it all in a cart to the fork in the road where the giant has his forge I will help you with your problem… ah which would be what exactly?”

“The wee folk have driven us out of our caves with mischievous pranks and now bar us with their glamour magic from finding our cave entrance and returning to our homes! We tracked them back to this dell but every time we enter these woods to confront them they pull more of their dirty pranks and set about to scare us half to death! You go into the woods here before us, find the little nasty bastards and give them a what-for bashing, and convince them to break their spell so we can return to our underground realm and we will consider this bargain well met.”

For the first time the girl realized she was talking to a group of dwarves! She had become so use to meeting short small men of late or large huge monsters that she had simply mistaken the dwarves for more of the short small men variety but she could now see that though they were indeed very short coming up only to her bottom curve of her breasts they were almost as wide as they were tall and though stocky of build not fat but well-muscled. “You are dwarves then?”

“Dwarves?! No miss, if we were dwarves the wee folk wouldn’t have dared to mess with us. No we are gnomes. We live in tree trunks and burrows and in this case a nice set of caves which the wee folk have now hidden from us as one of their endless pranks! So do we have a deal then?”

The young blonde suddenly thought of her ‘faery finder’ box and nodded eagerly, “consider it done!” and she set off at once into the foggy wood before them.

“A nice piece of ass, but not very bright,” one of the gnomes noted as they watched the girl disappear into the oddly glowing fog.

Inside the wooded draw the young girl followed the babbling brook as it wound through the fog riddled tree lined banks. She took out her ‘faery finder’ and rubbed its top. It began to chirp like a cricket as she continued upon her cautious way.

“UGH! What is that horrible noise?!” A faery appeared from behind a mushroom and flittered before her with its hands over its long ears.

The girl continued to rub the box while she spoke, “the gnomes want you to release your spell that is hiding their cave entrance so they can go back home again.”

“What?! Now why should I do such a thing?” The faery kept its ears covered and winced in pain as the box kept chirping.

“You mean why would you drive the gnomes from their home and then hide the entrance from them or why you would want to break your spell so they can go home?”

“What?!” The faery tried to open its eyes but was in too much pain.

“I said-“

“UGH! Fine just turn off that horrible noise and I will break the spell so those stupid gnomes will go home. I was getting tired of playing with them anyway… for now at least. It is more fun to play pranks on them in their caves anyway as they always end up blaming each other and having the most entertaining rows! Ha-ha-ha-hee!”

“Alright break the spell and I will put the box away.” The girl watched as the faery rolled its small eyes and then sneezed. “Well… are you going to break the spell or not?” The girl waved the box in front of the faery and threatened to start rubbing it again with a sign of her upraised thumb.

“It’s done. Now go before I decide to turn you into something unpleasant.”

“Thank you,” The girl nodded and returned the metal box to her provision pouch and left the wood to find the gnomes. “It’s done. The faery released the spell hiding the entrance to your caves.” The girl sighed as she found the gnomes smoking their long white pipes and spoke to them.

One of the gnomes stood up and sniffed the air, “she’s right! I can smell home again!”

“So now about our deal?” The girl lifted up her helmet and scratched her head.

“Yes, yes, you return to the giant at the crossroads and by the time you get back there you will find we have already kept our bargain. All the goods will have been delivered. We have tunnels everywhere!” And with that the gnomes vanished in a white cloud of their pipe smoke that mingled with the white fog air. The girl shrugged and started her way back to the giant’s forge.

When she had reached the cross roads, a little weary from the walk, she found the giant hammering away as before and she wondered if she had been duped by the gnomes. “Excuse me; but did the gnomes deliver your barrels of mead?”

The giant turned around and pointed to a large pile of barrels and goods lying next to a hallow tree trunk. “It is not my mead shipment from the men but there is a cask of brandy and some good wheels of cheese and it will suffice to make our agreement good. Hand me your helmet and shield.” The girl did as she was told and after a bit of a wait the giant called her back over with a wave, “There are your new pieces of armor.” And the creature pointed to a small pile of garments already neatly folded and waiting for her atop one of the gnome’s mead barrels.

She plucked up the pile and said, “thank you” and was off before he could think of sending her on any more errands. She quickly made her way around the cobble stone road’s bend just as she had when she had left the toad and lizard and stopped again to survey her new wares and try them on.

There was a new sword harness which she was glad to have swapped out for her old sword harness for, it was of a strong light weight black metallic chain material embossed with gold bees on it; her old harness had been of brown leather with silver tackle. There was a brand new helm, it was all black with check pieces that swooped forward, and the metal bee embossed emblem was re-centered upon its crest still glowing strong. There was a brand new shield also all black with the golden bee boss set still glowing from the old shield upon it. This shield was larger more of an oval shape but it felt much lighter than her old shield. Her steel shoulder pieces had likewise been made now of black metal with two golden bees set on each shoulder. Instead of her silver gauntlet and two leather fingerless gloves, there was now two black metal gauntlets and connecting bicep pieces so she was now covered from fingertip to arm to shoulder to her neck in black light weight metal. Her black boots remained untouched she had not even taken them off with the rest of her armor; the provision pouch remained the same, as well as all she had in it, the vision tube, the food stuffs, the faery finder box, and the jar of healing salve. Her metallic water skin was there it all fit back on the new sword harness. The giant had even made new fasteners for her garters for her hoses.

All in all the metal work had been done with a lacy look with metal bows and ribbons and fanciful etching to accent the armor and make it beautiful. She was very happy with it all. She loved the black look and everything matching and the golden bee accents were wonderful. The only thing she fretted over was that the giant had not seemed to make her anything to wear over her torso or crotch? True she had not had any such garments to begin with and perhaps he had thought she did not normally wear such things and he had not crafted her any boots as she had kept hers on instead of turning them into him. So perhaps because she had not handed him anything reminiscing of a top or bottom he had not fabricated anything new for her in that regards?

Still she would have liked to have something to wear over her naked breasts and crotch. Especially as she was drawing closer to her meeting with the black magician. “I was naked when he first saw me in the meadow. If indeed that was him. And now I am as much as naked again. He will surely think I am some kind of savage!”

It was now only a short distance through the wood to the sloping hill down to the bridge and then up the wooded hill on the other side to where the town should lay. She set herself upon her way and made for the bridge wondering with metal encased finger suckled in mouth what would be waiting for her upon the bridge this time? When she reached the bridge she found it more like her father’s bridge that she remembered. It was not as wide as the one where she had encountered the monster that gave her the magical glass vile of mummified bees and it had the stone railing that rose up to one’s shoulder which was nice as she did not much care for heights. There were no piles of bodies scattered about as before but there in the center of the bridge at the crescent of its slight arch was a rather strange sight indeed; for there lay a dragon, of sorts.

Actually as she approached the dragon she became increasingly puzzled by it for it appeared to be dead or asleep or both? For its huge head lay on its top upon a limp twisted neck and its body appeared to be oddly distorted and misshapen; “Perhaps it has crashed into the bridge and broken its neck?” But the bridge did not seem damaged at all to her and the dragon appeared, well, skinned. As if its insides had been taken away and only the skin was left?! It was very odd.

At the foot of its enormous snout she could make out the muffled sound of voices within the head and wondered if the dragon had eaten someone or ones and was about to try and force the great razor tooth maw open when she noticed a sort of wooden fruit stand sitting next to the dragon. She recognized the proprietor of the rather shabby slapped together stand and with a smirk made her way over to him and called to him as he waved at her. “Alistair! What on Earth are you doing here on this bridge?!”

“Hello again, hello again!” The imp Alistair Growly called to her with a large smile. He sat upon the serving top of the stand with a wooden sign above him reading; “IMP-ADE.” Around the puckish imp sat several small clay mugs filled no doubt with his spunk as she reached the stand just in time to see him furiously jack his small penis into a ropy load into a mug topping it off. “I am entrepreneuring. I have gone in to the IMP-ADE business. Want to try a free sample?”

“Alistair, what is with the dragon? Is it dead?” The girl looked back over at the immense head and noted one of its eyes was spinning slowly in its socket.

“Oh that. We got promoted, or demoted, not sure which. Anyway the black magician put us here on this bridge with that mechanical dragon to prevent anyone from passing, but my brother imps can’t figure out how to work the controls yet, and they kicked me out on account of my curse.” He nodded down at his rapidly pumping fist clamped around his tiny stiff pecker.

“So are you going to try and stop me from passing then?” The girl watched the dragon quiver and from the shapes bouncing against the dragons sides it appeared the imps inside were arguing and fighting one another.

“What? Well no not if you have your heart set on it, but I would advise against it, that is where the black mage is now. Wouldn’t recommend anyone on venturing in that direction regardless of whom they are or what they were about. But I won’t try and stop you if you have your mind made up to head that way. But enough of that how about some of my IMP-ADE? I am thinking of changing the name to PENIS PUNCH, on account of sales are not exactly brisk at the moment.”

The girl eyed the small mugs slopping over with thick bubbly imp cum and thought of how delicious the goat men spunk had been and shrugging her shoulders picked up a mug and swallowed it down. It had more of a slimy constancy to it, like trying to swallow a mouth full of greasy peanut butter without chewing, and it had a sort of thick glumpy cod oil texture but it tasted something like a particularly pungent cheese and she smacked her lips and belched, “not bad, not bad. A little tart in the after taste and a touch noxious in the bouquet, but it has a lively tang going down, a sharpness on the tongue at first, not unlike say, blue cheese... all in all not bad.” The girl set the empty clay mug down with a bang on the rough plank of the stall next to the imp who was smiling proudly.

“And that is not the best part, imp spunk is magical! Well not so much magical as it is anti-magical, that is that when you drink it, it rapidly insulates the body from all magical spells cast upon it. unfortunately that means it also negates out positive spells as well as negative ones, but don’t worry a small glass like that will only have an effect of an hour or so.”

“Hmmm, you say the IMP-ADE insulates you against magic of any kind?” The girl was rubbing her chin where a small trickle of spunk dripped.

“Well, it prevents spells that are cast upon the person from taking effect or full effect and it tends to short out any worn pendants or charms and such for a short time. See your shield and helmet has gone out!”

“What?! Oh my! They have stopped glowing!” The girl looked at the golden emblems on her shield and helmet crest.

“Don’t worry they will work again in roughly an hour or so. Or if you set them aside from your person they will work fine.” The imp was busy refilling the mug the girl had just emptied and she removed her helmet and shield and set them on the ground and walked a few steps away from them at about six steps they started to glow again and at fourteen they were back to their normal vibrant radiant hue. “See,” the imp said as she walked back up to them and they went out again as she picked them up and replaced them on her body. “No harm done.”

“Alistair,” the girl smiled wide, “do you think you could fill up my water skin with your spunk?” She unclipped the metal black fabric covered water skin and shook it. It could easily hold the contents of thirty of the small fire hardened clay mugs.

Alistair rubbed his gristled chin his eyes glowing red in the dim darkness, “Hmm, not sure to be honest I mean that is a lot of imp spunk to be sure. It took me hours to fill this lot here,” he waved his red hand over the six clay mugs lying around him where he sat upon the serving board of the stand. “I mean, give me a full day and maybe-“

“Nope, need it now, and right now!” The girl shook her head and began to pour out the water from the metal oblong water skin.

“Now hang on girl you can’t just order these sorts of things into being. I mean we are talking about a delicate piece of Mother Nature’s machinery here and you can’t go barging about willy-nilly saying-“

The girl had set her helmet aside and set her shield upon the ground and sat down upon the shields raised golden bee boss and promptly spread her legs. She held her hand up and wiggled her finger at Alastair, “come on Alastair we have to hurry and don’t you dare waste a drop of your magical spunk in my pussy, you shoot it all in that little metal water box as soon as you feel it coming,” she tapped the black metal water skin which she had laid upon her tight soft tummy with the round opening pointed at Alastair just inches above her tight ready pussy also pointed at Alastair.

Several hours later… “What do you mean you can’t get it up?! What about the curse!” The girl was looking with a mix of shock and anger and un-sated frustration at the imp lying almost lifeless on the ground between her raised knees.

“Girl, you have fucked the curse right out of me, and for that I am grateful, but I haven’t a bit of spunk left in my entire body and I am damn near dead of exhaustion. I am sorry lass but the well has gone dry.” Alastair raised a hand and flipped over a small sign hanging on the front of the stand that had said, “OPEN” and which now on the revealed reverse said: “CLOSED” and then let his weak hand collapse upon his chest where he instantly lay snoring with his limp tiny penis spunk plastered to the side of his small bow leg.

The girl ‘HUMPHED’ and sloshed the black water skin around, “about half full. I guess that will have to do.” She picked up her helmet and shield which were glowing again as the IMP-ADE she had drank hours earlier had worn off and moving past the still twitching and non-functioning dragon full of muffled argument and the closed stand she walked to the end of the bridge and up the hill into the woods where she hopped she would find the missing town and the black magician.

The town was there. It was bathed in an almost brilliant white light. The girl guessed that she had reached the point where in her father’s church the arms of the cross met and where the pulpit had sat for in that church the windows had been designed as such as to send a single brilliant beam of light down upon that spot and it would seem that this church had kept that design. Though its size now was of such she could see nothing of the walls or ceiling she could distinctly see the wide white beam casting down through the swirling fog and striking full upon the small town’s cluster of buildings. She made her way rapidly forward into the shimmering light and glowing fog hoping that she was finally nearing the end of her journey.

The town was much like the one she remembered even including her father’s fountain which here now ran with torrents of wine instead of water and was surrounded by several short small men in odd clothing dipping wooden mugs into the frothing red liquid and draining it down. The buildings were all empty of apparent life with windows and doors closed but there was no need to try any of these for just beyond the wine fountain and its muted group of revelers was a group of small men of all distorted features, with large noses and ears or small noses and ears or large eyes and teeth or small eyes and teeth or any combination that made them look more bestial characters of men rather than real men. The group was split into two sides and in-between them some rather lanky long limbed thin men dressed in garish skin tight clothes leapt about and pranced and did acrobatics for the amusement of a lone man sat up in a small white chair up on the small white steps before the small white door of the church. It was the black magician and indeed the man who had spoken to her as soon as she had awakened.

All eyes were already upon her but none spoke to her and none made any move toward her as she carefully strode up the alleyway of the crowd weaving through the acrobats until she was before the black mages raised white simple throne.

“I have come to ask you to return everything to the way that it was before I awoke here,” the girl hesitated and then curtsied not sure if she should be asking or demanding at the moment.

“Why?” The black mage with his all black wardrobe and pale thin features looked at her with dark searing eyes with evident boredom.

“What?” The girl felt a bit confused she had thought she would be up to her breasts in attackers by now.

“I said, ‘why?’ Why do you want me to restore you to your old world? For what purpose, to what reason, why do you wish this, require this, demand this? If I may ask?” His long white thing fingers danced around his long chin as he spoke before cupping it again and brooding at her.

A jugglers club accidently ‘BONKED’ off the back of her helmeted head and she gave the acrobat a sour glance over her shoulder as she turned readjusting her helmet. “Well I want things back the way they were-“

“Impossible. You have changed. I cannot undo what you yourself have become so the request is unsound. Care for a sweet?” He nodded and a waddling man offered her a silver tray with some candies upon it.

“Ah, no thank you, be that as it may be I still wish to return to my sister and house and such as they all were even if I remain unchanged as I am. You see, sir I-“

“You’ll regret it. They always regret it. You will be bored. Find yourself feeling suppressed restricted bound. Your life will seem joyous for but a second and then all will be utter tedium. It is always like that. But who am I to argue such a thing. If you so wish you may return to all as it was exactly before.” He stood up from his chair and two small men instantly whisked it away. He then stepped aside and raised a beckoning hand toward the church door which flung open without a touch revealing a small white room with a small blue bed. It was her bed from her old home?! “Enter and sleep. And all will be as it was when you awake. And you will have forgotten all of this ever happened but the emptiness of that and the ache and longing will rise up and it will torture you. You will be left with a shackled wanders heart. This I warn.”

The girl eyed the inscrutable face of the black magician and entered the small bed room. The door closed and she stripped off her armor and lay down on the bed and fell instantly fast asleep.

The young blonde girl with the golden curls awoke in a field of swaying golden grass naked. For a moment or two she was very confused and then she saw her clothes and the distant clump of trees and yes when she stood the small house, her home, with its well in the back yard and its piles of laundry. And she put on her clothes and rushed down to the small yards’ white picket back gate even as her sister came rushing out of the back of the house shouting, “He’s home! He’s home! Father has returned from the wars!” And there in the open back door way stood her father in his great black coat and duffle bag on his lanky shoulder his thin pale long face tiredly smiling at her with tears of joy.

And all was wonderful and nice… but the girl was clever. She had drank down the whole water skin of imp spunk before she had lain down to sleep, so powerful as the black mage was the spell did not entirely take, and while the powerful black mages magic had indeed returned her to the land before, she had retained not only all her memories of where she had been, but knew the secret on how to go back to those lands of beast and men whenever she felt the need, and as the black magician had warned, she felt those needs quiet often.

The end?