A Centaur's Troubles Ch. 05

"So where's the milk?"

Before Krank could answer, Amanaiya let out a gasp, drawing both of their eyes back to her to find that she was no longer kneeling alone.

She had a dozen little people all over her, not one longer than his hand, from fingertip to the heel of his palm, and all of them stark naked. There were little winged men, little winged women, and little winged people somewhere in between in face and body, and all of them were trying to have sex with Amanaiya in various ways.

There were two fucking her nipples, one of them a svelte male, another appearing to be a buxom young lady, save for the cock she was thrusting in and out of the elf's breast, and two more were just groping the vast expanse of titflesh she had on display, forcing milk to squirt out all over the other's hips.

There were another two sharing her pussy, both of them having a very masculine likeness.

Around her face three hovered, all of them appearing female, taking turns riding a very eager elvish tongue.

The rest had commandeered her hands, riding her fingertips or thrusting into her grip.

And every single one of them was beauty personified, writ small, each one sharing a look of near mindless glee as they chattered to each other and had their way with the elf.

"This is... Confusingly arousing," Christoph said softly, not wanting to interrupt the proceedings in front of him.

"That's one way to say it," Krank agreed.

Before them, the fairies' revelry seemed to reach a fever pitch, and without warning, they vanished inaflash of light, leaving their elfin plaything to collapse to the floor, which was now restored to its proper foresty appearance.

The ring of mushrooms was also restored, and in it's center were a pair of swine in rut, draped with the tattered remains of clothing. The boar even had a pair of boots.

"What's with the pigs?" Krank asked.

"Weren't you listening?" Amanaiya wanted softly from where she lay in the grass, finding herself in a warm patch of sunlight as she recuperated. "The Lords and Ladies were angry... Hoo, because a couple had made love right in the middle of a mushroom ring, so they were taken, and a part of the Good Lands took their place."

"Okay," Christoph said with a slow blink. "But what's with the pigs?"

Amanaiya just giggled, idly rubbing at her chest, smearing splatters of milk around.

"Time spent in fey wilds, surrounded by wild magic and at the mercy of petty fairies, can do strange things to folk..."

Christoph took a decided step back from the ring of mushrooms and the luxuriating elf, having had enough shape shifting thank you very much.

Krank, on the other hand, was looking at the amorous pigs with an appraising eye.

"Lotta meat on these two..."

"Absolutley not," Christoph said decisively, looking st her with horror. "They were people this morning, we aren't eating them!"

"They ain't people now!" She shot back.

"And how do you know that?"

"They woulda stopped fucking at some point, if they could still think!"

"'Tis but a transient state," Amanaiya cut in, standing between them, fully dressed and only a little flushed for her efforts. "They will change back, eventually."

"Awwwww," Krank moaned. "I wanted pork..."

"We aren't far from a small town," the elf said with a smile, patting the goblin on the head, and receiving a glare in return. "You can get fresh meat there, without the bloody business of butchery."

"Yeah yeah, fine," she grumbled, clambering up on to Christoph's back with a strong pout, before she suddenly looked thoughtful. "Wait, how close? Thought it was another two days travel away."

"And then we cut through the woods," Amanaiya answered, just a touch smug as she started walking; something Christoph was grateful for, as the hogs were getting rather noisy. "Part of being the priestess of a nature god is having an excellent internal map, so I know we are currently less than a few hours away."

"This is the town with the wizard, yes?" Christoph asked, peeking over his shoulder as Krank got comfy.

"Yep, Orilon," she said, leaning back on a pack and folding her arms behind her head. "Small place, but it's on most local maps, unlike your little spit a' splinters and specism. Home of Richard the Purple, purveyor of the Arcane Arts, by all reports."

"Perhaps I shall see him as well," Amanaiya chimed in as she wove her way through the trees. "If he can help you two, he might be able to help me."

*~*~*

True to her word, the trio breached the treeline just as the sun began to sink past the horizon, and across a small field was Orilon.

To Christoph it poked a bustling metropolis of tightly packed buildings surrounded by high wooden walls to protect from raiders.

To Krank it was... Quaint. Small, but not tiny, a place to rest and resupply, maybe ply her trade in peace for a few days while they hunted down the purple wizard.

Needless to say, when they joined the man road to join the small, quickly moving crowd to get through the nearest gate they drew many eyes.

Krank didn't seem to care, still kicking back as she was on Christoph, Amanaiya was blushing, but managed to carry herself with grace, while Christoph himself was noticing every look that was aimed his way, his face bright red and his gait unsteady. This was different from being stared at by people he knew. Not one of these strangers was aware that he had been a normal young man just a few weeks ago, none of them thought he'd had sex with a married woman, they just saw a centaur with two beautiful women and drew their own conclusions.

This wasn't even the same kind of staring that happened in Plowman's Rest when a stranger came through, which was always full of suspicion and protectiveness, almost every glare silently asking when the subject would leave. But here? It was just straight curiosity.

By the time they passed through the gates, he had calmed down a decent amount. His cheeks were still a little red, but he wasn't stumbling every other step anymore.

"So," he said after the crowd thinned out a little and he didn't have to shout. "Where should we start looking for-"

He was interrupted by the sound of smashing glass, as a burly man flew through the window of a tavern they had been walking past, landing right in front of them.

"Who else thinks they got a bigger dick?!" roared a voice from inside, drawing the trios attention to a mountain of green muscle in the shape of an orcish woman l holding her arms apart in challenge to the entire tavern.

"Christoph does!" Krank shouted, catching the orc's attention immediately.

"Why?" Christoph whined.