Starbright

Well, that was that. She sat down and took her cock in her hand. How was she still hard? She vaguely remembered having one of the strongest orgams of her life just a few minutes ago. She shouldn't have been able to get it up again this quickly. Dreamrider magic, probably. As she started stroking herself, she heard, in the distance, footsteps.

Zara heard them too. Pelan saw their ears twitch... And she could actually feel their influence on her waning a little bit as they reached out with their mind to do... Something. Pelan wasn't sure what.

Whatever it was, it didn't please them any. Zara's scowl grew even scowlier, and she muttered, "Those two? Again?"

Pelan was still stroking herself. Her cock was still covered in her own cum and Zara's juices, so no lubrication was required. Zara was no longer in her head, reading her thoughts. Probably. She was fairly certain that they weren't. In any case, she felt like she was thinking clearly. Or at least, as clearly as she could while masturbating. She was still under their control, though. That was a problem. Pelan was going to have to work out some way to-

Too late. Two figures came into view, rushing around a bend in the path a ways off. One was short and thin. Judging from their skin and ears, they weren't from Felu Shala or Ettatiam, and judging from the silvery mail that they were bedecked in underneath their cloak, they were a Knight of the Chrysanthemum. A real Knight. Shit. This would probably make getting out of here with a Starbright a lot more difficult, but perhaps it was actually a blessing, because it would make getting out of here at all much more likely.

The other person was Shalian, and... Goodness they had an awful lot of bouncing and wobbling going on as they ran, didn't they? Their chest wasn't as big as Zara's was right now, but that was a very high bar. They were still enormous, so much so that they actually had to hold them with one arm to keep them from bouncing right out of their robe as they ran. "Hold it!" they cried as the two of them approached. They - the bosomy Shalian - were slowing down, gasping for breath, but their companion - the Knight - was still running right at the two of them.

Zara seemed to be shocked. Her eyes were wide, and she put her hands up in a placating gesture. "Now, hold on one moment! I'm sure that-"

"The one on the left!" the Shalian cried out. They were stopped now, catching their breath, clearly not used to running like that.

"I know," said the Knight. Zara raised her arms in fear, and Pelan could feel them gathering magic, preparing to cast a spell...

But the Knight was too fast. They crashed into Zara with an arm outstretched, putting a gauntleted hand right over their face. Pelan realized what was happening just in time to close her eyes and watch the cord - Zara's magical tether into the world...

Disappear. It was beautifully done. Zara shrieked, and their body burst into blue fire. The Knight used their momentum to rush right through the space where Zara had been a moment before, shielding their face from the flames with their cloak, which immediately caught fire, and then was immediately extinguished as they tumbled nimbly down into the dirt, deliberately rolling a few times to put out the flames.

As soon as Zara was gone, her spell of control was broken. Pelan was able to stop masturbating.

"S- sorry about that," said the Shalian, who was still looking flushed and sweaty as they approached her. "You have to deal with dreamriders quickly, before they have a chance to work their magic on you. Did they hurt you? Are you feeling okay?"

"I'm fine," said Pelan. "Head's a little fuzzy, but I'll be alright." Mostly she just felt ashamed. Now that she was out of danger, and now that Zara was out of her head, it was dawning on her how completely she had cocked this whole thing up.

"Can you remember your name?"

"Yes. Pelan." That was her name, right? Yes. Yes, she was sure. Pelan was her name. She ran through the birth- and adult-names of her parents and her sister in her head just to make sure, and was able to recall them all without any trouble. Her memory hadn't been addled that badly, then.

"Oh, good! I am Tula, and this is Naala." They gestured at the Knight, who had stood and was dusting themselves off. Their cloak was barely even singed.

"That was impressive," said Pelan. She was trying to avoid staring at Tula's cleavage too overtly, but it was difficult, because they were leaning forward in order to speak with her. She was suddenly quite aware that she was still rock-hard. "Um... Let me just..." She stumbled over to her clothes, which were still on the ground nearby, and sheepishly started to dress. Tula and Naala politely averted their eyes as she did it.

"Pelan," said Naala, as she was wrapping her breasts back up in her band. "You may want to know, for future reference, that all members of the Order of the Chrysanthemum carry a pendant."

Pelan winced. "Listen, I stumbled into an opportunity and seized it. You don't ask for payment anyway, so what would it have mattered if I slipped in and took care of the dreamrider before you got here? The villagers would have been saved either way. They're fine, by the way. They're over that ridge."

"Oh!" said Tula. "I should tend to them." They hustled off over the ridge, but Naala stayed behind.

Pelan finished adjusting her breasts in her band, and once she was certain that her crotch was covered as well, she said, "You can look now." Naala turned towards her, and she could see that they were frowning.

"The reputation of the Order of the Chrysanthemum matters," they said. "We don't ask for payment. You did. It's important that everyone knows that they don't need to give us anything for us to help them. We don't want anyone to avoid calling on us because they don't think that they can afford us. And more importantly, dreamriders are dangerous. What would have happened to you if Tula and I hadn't come along when we did?"

She probably would have been forced into doing whatever the dreamrider wanted her to do. Forced to work on that strange stone pillar, and then after that, Zara would have done to her whatever it was that they did with servants who had outlived their usefulness. Pelan didn't want to think about that. "I would have figured something out," she said defensively.

"Mm." Naala looked utterly unconvinced, which was fair, because Pelan didn't entirely believe it herself. "And why do you want a Starbright in the first place?"

"Listen, this dreamrider was different from the others I've encountered, in some strange ways."

The way that Naala raised an eyebrow at that told Pelan that they weren't impressed by her sudden changing of the subject, but they said, "How so?"

"Well, there was the fog that you two got rid of. Have you ever encountered a dreamrider who could do something like that?"

"Yes," said Naala flatly, which caught Pelan a little off-guard.

"Oh. Well. They also didn't seem to be interested in fucking the townsfolk that they kidnapped until they were drained."

"We know. If that's what they were doing, there would have been longer gaps between the disappearances. Once a dreamrider has drained a person completely, they tend to rest and lie low for a month or more. The disappearances were all only a day apart, which most likely means that they were bringing them under their control to serve some purpose, probably to either strengthen their connection to this world, or to help bring more demons into it."

Pelan hadn't actually known that, that dreamriders rested for a long time after they drained a person. She found herself incredibly annoyed that this Knight knew something about them that she didn't. "Well, they also said that they knew you."

That gave Naala pause. They furrowed their brow. "How so? Elaborate, please."

"After you cleared out the fog, they sniffed around and said 'Those two again?' Or something like that."

"Did they say anything else?"

"That's when you and your friend came bouncing down the path. You saw what happened after that. Though, really, I s'pose it was Tula doing all of the bouncing."

"Running is difficult for her, but we were hurrying. What did they say their name was?"

"Zara. Ring any bells for you?"

Their frown grew deeper. "No, but I think I know who-"

"Naala!" Tula cried, suddenly. "Naala, we're still in danger! Come here!"

They were already running before Tula even finished their sentence. Pelan watched them disappear over the ridge, and for a moment she considered simply cutting her losses and leaving, while they were both distracted. She would escape with her life, which wasn't a certainty before they'd arrived.

...But there was a whole patch of Starbrights over there. The villagers almost certainly knew that she had lied to them by now, but there was still a chance that she could snatch one somehow and run off before anyone noticed. She didn't know how she'd do that, but she was good at seizing opportunities when they came up.

So she finished fastening the sash on her robe, made sure her box of eggs was safely tucked away, and followed them over the ridge. When she crested it and looked down into the grove, what she saw made her pause.

The villagers were no longer working on carving the strange stone in the middle of the clearing. Instead, they were huddled up next to Tula. Some of them were clutching their heads, but they were all looking at the slab with fear in their eyes. Pelan could see why: It was glowing. The odd lines and patterns that they had carved into it were illuminated in precisely the same purple light that the nearby Starbrights emitted, and in the center, where eight lines converged into a circle, there was a hole that hadn't been there before. Inside the hole, Pelan could see only blue flames.

Blue flames... And an arm. A spindly, scaled arm, with a hand of six too-long fingers, all tipped with terrible blood-red claws instead of fingernails. It grasped the edge of the stone, and a face appeared.

"What is that?" cried Pelan. The creature had a face that was beautiful, if alien. Their eyes were just a bit too big to look right on their face, their mouth just a bit too wide, their teeth just a bit too sharp. They scowled and hissed, and their eyes filled with red light. Literally, their eyes actually glowed. Their tongue was far, far too long, and it was forked, like a snake's.

"Our dreamrider friend again!" said Tula. They patted the shoulders of two of the villagers. "Run! All of you, get out of here!"

They certainly didn't need to be told twice. They rushed past Pelan, stumbling over the ridge and away from the grove.

"That's Zara!?" cried Pelan. Naala was already rushing towards the pillar. They snatched up one of the chisels from the ground where the villagers had left them and leapt, aiming to dig it into the stone to break the pattern of intricate lines that were defining the portal. Pelan wasn't sure that it would work, but it didn't matter. The dreamrider pulled themselves up out of the portal...

This was the first time that she had seen a dreamrider unshifted. They were big. Their legs were still in the portal, but even from the waist up they were taller than Naala. Their torso was too long to belong to any kith of this world, as if some god had grabbed them and stretched them out, tallways. They had enormous leathery wings, and bumps on their chest that suggested breasts, but no nipples, and, bizarrely, no genitals, either. Between their legs there was nothing but smooth skin. They reached out with their too-long arm and gave Naala an open-palm slash across the chest with their awful claws. Their armor, that silvery mail, wasn't even scratched, but the force of the blow knocked them bodily to the side. They landed on the ground with a thud and a grunt.

"Naala!" Tula cried. They rushed over and began muttering something to themselves as they cradled Naala's head in their hands.

"Right!" said Pelan. "I think it's time for you to go back where you came from, Zara!" She didn't trust herself to cast - she was still too exhausted, and she wasn't even sure that a banishment would work on a demon who was halfway through a portal. She did the only thing that she could think of.

She opened her box of eggs, grabbed one, and tossed. Zara had one leg outside of the portal now, but they froze to watch the egg fly through the air... And land directly on their face. It burst into blue fire which engulfed them down to their shoulders...

And then dissipated, leaving Zara looking annoyed, but without even a minor burn. Dreamriders are immune to fire, Pelan thought to herself. Right. Important lesson, that. She was going to have to remember that one.

"Why is it," said Zara, and their voice was precisely the same as it had been before, "that every time I am foiled, it is by women who are obsessed with breasts?" They pulled themselves out of the portal, and the moment that their legs cleared the rim of it, it disappeared. The stone ceased its glowing, and as they straightened themselves, standing on top of it, their form changed. They looked as they had before - a Shalian with wide, curvy hips and astoundingly huge breasts. They had kept the wings this time, however. They folded up and surrounded them like a cloak. "The Lonian girl could hardly stop playing with her fat tits to save her own life, and that was before I even did anything to her! But somehow, somehow she managed to focus enough to ruin the summoning that I had set up!"

Tula looked up at them, aghast. "You? Again?"

Zara sneered. "Me. Again. Your precious Knight there lost her wits when I shoved her face into my tits, but then you had to come along and ruin my plans a second time! And now this woman..." She gestured at Pelan.

"Me?" said Pelan.

Zara grinned. "Well, I suppose that you haven't ruined anything, yet."

Naala was starting to stir in Tula's arms. The blow had knocked them unconscious, but they were waking up. Zara noticed. "And this time, I won't let you!"

They raised a hand, and when Pelan blinked she saw that they were gathering magic, preparing to cast a spell. Tula noticed too. "Vela!" they shouted. "Krolosh! Protection!"

"Vela!" cried Pelan in her own Voice. "Krolosh! Pro-"

Too late. The magic washed over the three of them like a tidal wave, invisible, but powerful. It wasn't painful, as she had expected, and she didn't drop dead on the spot. In fact, she felt... Energized.

"Pelan!" yelled Tula. "That was a curse! How do you feel?"

"I feel... Great!" she said, and it was the truth. "The haziness is gone, and my chest feels hot, and..." She looked down at Tula. More specifically, she looked at her huge, fat, blue breasts, which were still on the verge of falling right out of that robe of hers.

Zara laughed in triumph as Pelan found herself moving despite herself, rushing towards Tula. "Enjoy that!" they said with glee. "Because you're going to be stuck with it for the rest of your life!" They unfurled their wings and leapt into the air, but Pelan was beyond caring.

"Your breasts," she said to Tula, nearly tripping over herself to get to them. "They're so big! And they look so soft and warm. Can I touch them?"

"Not the time!" they shouted, looking up at Zara. "They're getting away! Krolosh! Stop th- Eek!"

Pelan tugged at Tula's robe, and gasped in delight when their breast fell out without any effort at all. Their nipple was a darker blue than the rest of their skin, and delightfully big, as were their areola. Just like Zara.

Naala was awake now. They took a deep, calm breath, but Pelan wasn't even looking at them. "Naala!" Tula cried, even as Pelan grabbed their huge, soft breast with both hands. "Don't hurt yourself!"

"Can't be helped," Naala muttered. Pelan was too distracted by Tula's breast to do anything but marvel at it. It was so heavy! And this was just one of them!

There was a terribly loud foom! and an enormous pillar of blue flame and hot air erupted from Naala's outstretched arm and jetted up into the sky. She heard Zara scream, and then a heavy thud. It didn't matter, though. All that mattered was Tula's huge, plump, weighty breast. Pelan planted a kiss on it, right on a patch of the blue freckles that dotted its upper curve, and she could swear that she nearly came in her clothes at the feel of Tula's wonderfully soft, delicate skin on her lips.

"My love!" cried Tula. "I love you, but that was stupid!"

"Worked, though," said Naala with a chuckle, and a cough.

"Okay!" said Tula. "New plan! Pelan, suck on my nipple! Quickly, before Zara gets up!"

Only four of those words made it past Pelan's ears, but they were the only ones that she needed. Tula's nipple was already beginning to stiffen, and Pelan delighted in rubbing her tongue back and forth over it, causing their areola to shrink and wrinkle, just as Zara's had done earlier.

"I said suck!" said Tula, and they pressed Pelan's face into their breast. So eager! She didn't need to be told twice. She wrapped her lips around it and... Oh! What was this? A fun surprise! Warm liquid filled Pelan's mouth. She'd been with people who made milk before, and it was always a delight. Tula's tasted wonderful, too. She swallowed it without hesitation, savoring the taste.

And as soon as she did, Tula clasped both of their hands around her head, in a decidedly non-erotic way. "Wha-"

"Vela, Krolosh, Konong, please rid Pelan of this ridiculous curse!"

Curse? What curse? Pelan just wanted to keep sucking on Tula's nipple, keep drinking her delicious...

Warmth flooded through her body, starting in her stomach and flowing outward, until it filled every part of her, from her toes to her head. And when it reached her head...

She blinked. Tula's nipple was still in her mouth. And she had ripped their robe open without their consent! She leapt backwards, as if she had been electrocuted. "Oh, oh! Oh, gods, I'm so sorry!"

"Don't worry about it," said Tula hurriedly. "We have bigger problems!" She pointed to Zara, who was on the ground... The spell! Naala had hit them with sorcery. She had moved the air underneath them to knock them out of the sky, but they were standing up now, and...

"I see," said Zara through a wet-sounding cough, "that you have bested me again." They were clutching their side, which was bleeding. They must have landed on something sharp.

"Your curse didn't even hit us," said Naala, who was still lying on the ground. "And Pelan is already cured of it."

"Only half of it," said Zara, with another cough.

"Half?" said Pelan. "What does that mean? What did you do to me?"

"Oh, you'll see. Do you want to know something interesting about me, Pelan?"

"I hardly think that you're in a position to make conversation, demon. Naala, can you do that again if they try to fly away?"

"'Fraid not," said Naala, weakly. "I don't think that I can even stand."

"Right. Well, I can." Pelan closed her eyes again, briefly, and saw that the cord tying Zara to the world was back... and it was weaker this time. Weak enough that Pelan was certain that she could break it. If she could remember how.

"Rude," said Zara. "I have a name. Many, in fact."

"Shut it." Shit, shit, shit. How did banishment go, again? Reach out with your mind, grab the cord, snap it. But how did she do that? She couldn't remember the feeling of it, and with sorcery, the feeling was the spell itself. Of all the things she could have forgotten...