A pair of sweat-drenched figures stood side by side amidst the seemingly endless sprawl of the Desert of Lost Mysteries. Midnight blue dunes rose and fell in all directions, their mirror smooth curves broken only by the two sets of footprints leading from where their hijacked skimmer had crashed to the point at which they stood. It’d be another full day of walking before they’d get to the nearest waystation. That is, if they were heading in the right direction. They had to keep moving regardless. Stopping in the middle of a desert was a bad idea, generally.

Unless a portal appears directly in front of you, inches from where you were about to put your foot.

One moment, all that stood before them was the vast expanse of sand and the twinkle of stars in the night sky. And in the blink of an eye, it appeared mere inches away from their faces. As if reality had been just a curtain, finally parting to reveal an ovoid whirlpool of energy. If they hadn’t been paying attention, lost in thought or in the middle of a conversation, they might have walked right in. Hell, if Zed had still been talking, he'd have stumbled right in there and be lost to parts unknown.

“It’s a portal all right,” Kerah Song said, holding her clawed hand over the surface. No heat. Strange. Her fluffy ears flattened as she scratched the butternut coloured fur on her chin. She turned to her partner in crime. “But nothing like any portal I’ve ever seen. Think it’s a trap?”

“Oh, most likely,” Zed Azul declared, cocking his wide brimmed purple hat with his trigger finger. The blue Trogg still had his casually confident airs about him, like this had been an expected part of his day. He peered into the wall of green energy with his bright red eyes, skimming its surface with like it was a too hot bowl of soup. “But I reckon if someone’s gone to all that trouble opening a magic doorway for us, we ought to at least say hello.”

Kerah frowned. “Into the trap?”

He put on one of his annoyingly common rakish smiles. “Wouldn’t be the first time. It beats walking the rest of the way, at least.”

“The skimmer was your idea,” she scolded, folding her arms.

“Landing it was yours. I was in favour of seeing how far we could get while it was on fire.”

“Zed.”

“Yes Kerah?”

“Shut up.”

His grin widened, which only made Kerah more flustered. Sensing he was pushing up against the edge of an argument, he put out his hands palm-out.

“Look, if they wanted us dead, they couldda thrown a fireball through. Or a bullet. Or a hundred flaming bullets. This looks like an invitation. Maybe it’s a job? Couldn’t hurt to listen. And if we don’t like it, we can just talk our way out.” Zed tilted his horned head toward the curl of the chain lash currently secured to his belt. When voices got raised, it was the crack of that divinely charged whip that ended the conversation.

“Still a terrible idea,” she said, but made a show of cracking her knuckles regardless. For all her frustration and bluster at his antics, they did what he was planning to do anyway more often than not. He was going to do something idiotic, and who would be there to pull his slim buns out of the fire?

“Of course it's a terrible idea. When has that ever stopped us?” he asked, backing up into the portal. The last thing Kerah saw of Zed on this side of the shimmer was a wink and a volley from a pair of dual wielded finger guns.

***

Despite only walking at a leisurely stroll into the portal, Kerah was flung out the other side as if she was a javelin. Had she her wits, she would have tucked. Braced. Closed her eyes, even. But her brain had taken the space between space as an excuse to entirely shut down. And so, she took the landing hard.

Minutes, or days, or something later, her faculties dribbled back. Coughing out a mouthful of…something. Dirt? No. Sand? She rolled over onto her side. To her surprise, there was still sand around her. Had they not travelled to another location? A rushing sound made her look to her feet. A vast lake, maybe even a sea, stretched out from one end of the horizon to the other. Breathtaking waters rolled forward in gentle, almost delicate waves. Not a desert, then: a beach! Zed would be thrilled. He loved the-

Her mind snapped back to the present. Zed! She looked around and saw the Trogg, rolled onto his side but not moving. His blue skin looked pale, his face expressionless. He was wearing too much clothing; she couldn’t tell if he was breathing or not. She rushed over to shake him, her heart hammering like a drum. Her legs wouldn’t move with her commands, and she ended up face-first in the sand again. Cursing, spitting, coughing, she crawled on all fours to her friend’s side.

“Wake up! Wake, damnit!” she hissed, rocking him in uncoordinated jerks of her limbs. He couldn’t hear him. She couldn’t see him breathe. They should have just kept walking. Forgotten the portal altogether. What if he never wakes up? What if she never got to say that she lo-

Zed coughed, eyes opening only to snap shut again. “Someone turn out the lights,” he said, rolling over a full revolution before trying to get to his feet. Kerah was furious. She wanted to put his head under the water for making her worry like that. That she’d never see him again, hear his damn silly laugh again! She sulked, muttering under her breath.

“Ah, I see you’ve both made the transition healthy and happy. Wonderful!”

Standing before them, where the portal had once been in fact, was a very short, very round woman. She had hair the colour of harvest wheat, blonde so blonde that looked like it had to be bleached, yet it fell in a waterfall of natural curls that would challenge even the most advanced of stylists to keep together as a daily routine. Her curves were generous in the same way that saints were, kept only nominally concealed by a loose wrapping of translucent fabric that would be considered indecent in all but the most libidinous of city-states. Her smile was as broad as her hips, and she looked, to Kerah eyes at least, like a fertility idol given life.

“Hello!” the woman said, clapping once and making her body jiggle. “And welcome to the World of Outer Phantayzia!”

“Who? What? Where?” Kerah asked, pushing herself to her feet, only to have her rubbery legs collapse out from under her. Not from fatigue, though. She knew what that felt like intimately. It was like her internal relays had been reset, and she needed time to figure out which muscle group led to which limb.

The scantily clad stranger gasped, stutter-stepping over to reach out in a gesture of support. “Oh my goodness! Take it easy, sweetiebean. Deep breaths! Transition from other universes can be hard on the mind. Incompatible stat systems, you see. Don’t worry! We’ll fix that all in Recalibration.”

She was saying words, Kerah was sure of that, but none of them made any sense. She listened, however, taking deep breaths and pushing herself to a kneeling position. Her legs held this time. Thank whoever was listening for knees.

“D’you open the portal?” Kerah asked. Better start slow.

“I did! Call me the System Converter. Verti to my friends! And you’ll be glad to hear that you’re the first visitors from your world. I stuck my head into this ‘Arden Eld’ briefly. It sure is an awfully violent place! And complicated! Our world is not so busy between the ears. I'm sure you won’t mind the changes you’ll need to go through to fit in here with us.” She beamed a smile at them, her huge lips reaching from cheek to rosy cheek. She sure was a cheerful sort. But Kerah didn't exactly appreciate the idea of being 'changed'.

“What kind of 'changes'?” Zed asked for her, rolling over to get a glimpse of who was speaking. His eyebrows raised, and his gaze didn’t even try to wander from her body. “Well, I can imagine some changes I’d enjoy going through with you.”

Kerah shook her head, mortified by her companion. But to her surprise, the other woman giggled. She batted his lazy compliment away with a flap of her hand.

“Oh you kidder~ That’s exactly the kind of attitude we like around here! Now, let’s get started. We have a Hero coming in soon, and you’ll need to look your best to attend to his needs!”

The pair exchanged looks. “That's not...exactly what we do,” Kerah said, then, a caveat: “Unless it’s wealth, and the needs are our own. We do jobs. Violent ones, normally.”

Verti shook her head vigorously, causing sparkles to fall from her hair and flutter to the ground. “Don't you worry, pumpkin. You’ll still be Adventurers! But, y’see, we’ve a lack of experienced companions for the sudden influx of out of universe types from the Prime World. Earth, I think it’s called? Or Vorgort XII. One of those two! Anyways, they’re mostly useless once they wash up on our metaphysical shores, so we need big, strong toughies like you two to keep them safe! After we go through your Recalibration, you'll understand.”

The woman lost none of her smile as she raised both her arms, each pointed at one of the two travellers, and yanked. Some invisible force lifted Zed and Kerah from the ground. They dangled, held by telekinetic threads, cursing and struggling in equal measure.

Kerah was strong. That was her whole thing. She smashed her foes with her bare hands, sending ancient warmachines and brittle tyrants crashing to the ground with her grappling and strikes. But this was a hold she couldn’t fight. She tried smashing her head back, gnashing her teeth at the unseen fetters. But nothing. Embarrassment built in her at the thought of being overpowered. Shame and fear in equal measure.

“Hey! Let us go!” Zed said, hands held perpendicular to his body. Kerah watched his arm strain with all its might. If he could reach his chain lash…

“Don’t worry dears. It’s just easier to examine your sheets if you’re not wriggling around everywhere. Now let’s see…” Verti put on a pair of gloves. Initially appearing to be a mundane black fabric, their outline glowed as she slipped them on with an eerie blue light. Arkentech? No. Maybe. They were in a different world, after all…

A floating window appeared beside Kerah, tilted at a 45 degree angle to her so she could read it. It had her name, age, and species…but the rest of it was hazy. Parts of it faded in and out, there were boxes to list other details but they flickered, scratched out, then reappeared in crystal clarity.

“Golly! It doesn’t look like you two are from a compatible system at all! We’re going to need to make some adjustments, or else you’ll be no use to anyone,” Verti declared, prompting Kerah to look over and see a similar sheet beside her companion.

“You could just…ngh…let us go?” Zed supplied.

“Or just him!” Kerah supplemented. “You can keep me, but let him go.”

“Oh hush, this isn’t a punishment! I’m just here to smooth out the bumps. Now, let’s see here…” She poked at the information on Zed’s sheet first. “Now it says here that in your world, you’re something called a Free Lancer? I don’t know what that means. Is it like an unpaid Sex Worker?”

Zed blushed. “What? No. It’s like a cowboy. A hired gun?”

Verti slapped her cheek, then giggled at herself. “Oh! That explains the horns! I feel silly. Don’t worry, I’ll make the changes to your character sheet immediately!”

Zed stammered a request for clarification, but her fingers were already in motion. The glowing parts of her gloves touched the wall of information, and his body seized. Kerah was helpless as she watched her move around categories, adding numbers where there were none before, sliding sliders all the way to the far right side. It wasn’t long before the changes began to manifest, and the horrifying reality that this woman had control over their very nature dawned on the levitating warrior.

What is…going…oooaan!~” His slim frame pushed outward in almost every direction as layers of subcutaneous fat were added, seemingly from nowhere, into his body. His belt the first to break, snapping loudly at the buckle and sending his chain lash to the ground in the pile. His pants and shirt tore next, splitting like the peels of overripe fruit before falling away in a flutter. Even his wonderfully gaudy unbuttoned jacket stood no chance against the growing borders of his body. In this flurry of growth, two anomalies made themselves clear. A new pair of round orbs pushed themselves out from beneath his nipples. He looked down in panicked confusion.

“B-but I’m a guy…why am I growing tits?” He realized the error in communication all too late. “Ngh, ahh! N-not that kind of cow boy!”

“Don’t worry cutie, we have cows here too! The whole ‘boy’ thing seemed pretty limiting though. How were you supposed to supply delicious milk from only one lonely udder?”

“But…” he quivered, looking down over his growing chest to the dangling item between his legs.

“It’s alright dear, plenty of girls I know have a little extra down there,” Verti said, pointing at his exposed cock now partially hooded in chub. “If anything, it’s an advantage! Plenty of people pay good money for both kinds of milk~”

If he had a response, it was drowned out in incoherent moaning and whimpers as his body expanded. Whatever was happening to him, it didn’t appear painful. Even so, Kerah was incandescent as she watched her friend’s form molded before her eyes by another party. Zed’s weight gain only stopped when he was in danger of eclipsing Verti’s own voluptuous shape.

“There we are! The class name might be different, but we have something similar I think you’ll just adore! But before we get ahead of ourselves…let’s check your stats!”

The far left side of the screen expanded. It was a column of six boxes, all holding a number between 8 and 18. They were labelled after different attributes, like Strength, Agility, and Charisma. And at the moment, Verti had her fingers around the one labeled Wits.

“Now, in order to be an effective healer, you’re going to need lots of Charisma. So we can just reduce this down a bit…” Her fingers poked the Wits number, and Kerah watched as Zed’s score declined. Point after point dropped, and the confused paroxysm that had seized the man previously melted into a giddy haze, mouth agape and drooling. His struggles to free himself reduced to twitches.

“Oops! Too far,” she giggled, bringing him back to a 5. A little of the spark returned to him, but his grin now looked…silly. Far too silly, even for Zed.

“I swear to all that is good and right,” Kerah declared, focusing all her strength, all her power, into breaking free. “If you don’t return him to his annoying self, I will put my fist through you so far it’ll knock your soul loose.”

Verti held a hand over her mouth. “My word! You’re awfully angry for such a pretty little kitty. That must be a Barbarian build. But wait your turn, missy. I’m not through quite yet…” She scrolled up the floating sheet to the top, where the gender was listed as ‘Male’. “One last little touch. Lemme just…there!”

A simple toggle. One moment Zed was a guy, the next…she wasn’t. Kerah tried to think of her friend in masculine terms, but the pronouns kept switching. Like the universe was warping itself to make it so that Zed could only be a female. Divine fiat, impressed into her very essence.

More changes, fast and incomprehensible. Stats moving around, Kerah for things she didn’t understand. Skills like ‘Study’ and ‘Survey’ replaced with ‘Persuade’ and ‘Worship’. Class Traits like “Skirmisher” transmuted into ‘Servicer’. And her capacity for delivering ‘Finishing Blows’ altered into something called ‘Divine Fountain.’

That final change was what tipped Zed back over into awareness, but unfortunately, it was because her enormous new breasts had begun to bead. Her bare nipples dripped two thin trails of white down the curve of her chest, rolling down her belly. A noise too close to an animalistic “Moo~” to be ignored came from her throat.

Rage. Pure, atavistic fury took hold as she watched her partner in crime turn into some…some farm animal! She could feel something slip in her invisible bonds. This power over others, it had to be finite. There had to be a limit. And maybe, if Verti was careless…

“What have you done?” Kerah asked. Keep her distracted…

“It’s called minmaxing dear. I’ve made her into a tremendously efficient divine healer!” She approached Zed, giving one of her tits a soft, loving squeeze. A gush of creamy white pulsed out from the touch, making the cowgirl emit another low moaning noise. “And she loves it. Don’t you dear?”

Zed’s eyes fluttered. “Mmm…it feels good~”

“You’re turning her into a perverted joke!” Kerah fumed, muscles straining.

Verti looked offended. “No she’s not! She’s going to be a powerful healer!”

“Look at her! Why don’t you just put a cowbell around her neck?” Kerah said with a sarcastic shake of her head. To her horror, Verti applauded with excitement.

“Yes yes yes! A little Belle of the ball!” A quick swipe over the section of the sheet that said Name replaced Zed and changed to Belle and…that was it.

Name: Belle

Species: Demonling

Class: Level 1 Milk Maiden

Kerah saw red. Her arm began to move beyond what the constraints would allow. She felt them tear. Snap. Break under her strength. Belle…her friend…her friend was her friend. She’d make this evil witch change her back or die trying. The fetters broke. She felt herself drop to the sand beneath, landing in a three point stance and staring daggers at Verti, who just that moment turned to face a now freed Colossus.

“That’s…that’s new,” she mumbles, a mote of fear in her eyes. “Nobody has ever broken free before. How strong are you?”

“Put her back the way she was or I’ll show yo-” was how far Kerah got before she felt something slither up her leg. It was her partner’s chain-whip! It moved seemingly of its own accord, coiling upward and confining her skin in the process. She rushed forward, but the whip bound her thighs together and made her flop to the ground again.

“Oooh, this is fascinating!” Verti commented, her hands moving as they guided the lasso’s path to turning into an implement of bondage. “Such rage in you. Such power! You’ll make an incredible Barbarian. But let’s keep you tied up, while we make a few adjustments.”

The chain-whip began to glow. Not with any of Belle’s magic, but with a new, greenish tinge. The same colour as the portal. Trapped in the tainted links, it seemed like the more she struggled, the tighter the chains dug in. She twisted. She screamed! But whatever force Verti had enchanted the chains with, they refused to yield, gaining power from her muscle’s power instead of weakening. When she was lifted into the air once more, it was as a bound captive. Her thighs spread, thighs and shins clamped tightly together, arms pinned and useless. There she dangled, helpless, as Verti returned to the floating screen.

“Now that you’re settled, let’s get started,” she said, her mood only slightly dampened by the affair. “I don’t know how Barbarians work in your world, but look at all those points in Wits again! Totally wasted on a fighter archetype. Let’s just…”

Kerah squeezed her eyes shut, trying to hold on to her mind. Keep herself intact. But it didn’t feel like her brain was scooped out. Rather, her thoughts decelerated. Her reactions were still fast, as was her senses. But her perceptions were slower. Realizations took time, thoughts took effort to hold onto lest they slip from her mind’s grasp. She whimpered, so focused on the changes to the way she thought that she stopped trying to free herself.

“No…I can’t…my thinkings…” is about all she could articulate. Meanwhile, she felt her muscles invigorate. Power, true power, pumped into her limbs. The muscles on her limbs thickened, her chest growing powerful abs and traps even as her breasts increased in tandem. As if she’d spent the last year of her life working out in only a few minutes! It didn’t help her struggle against the chains, but she did feel powerful…like all her smarts had drained into her biceps and calves.

“There’s a good kitty. Not quite a weretiger, are you? But close! Weretigers are great at physical combat, so let’s just slot you in there…” Her hands fluttered around the floating screen, and new words appeared on Kerah’s sheet.

Name: Kerah Song

Species: Weretiger

Class: Level 1 Barbarian

“Hmm...that's not quite enough,” Verti said, scratching her chin. “How about a new name to go with your new body?”

Name: Kitty

Kitty whimpered. She tried to think of her old name, but it was so hard! Things were just too hard to focus on for long, and there was already so much going on.

“Are you okay Kitty?” Belle asked. “Looks like you got tangled up a bit.”

Kitty nodded. The chains felt tight, and she wished they weren’t so tight. That they covered up almost nothing of her body was another concern, but that had temporarily slipped her mind.

“I tried to save you, but then I got stuck like this. Sorry.”

Belle brightened. “That’s alright! We’ll get her next time!”

Kitty smiled at that. Belle always knew how to make her smile. That was her most powerful power.

“You love her, don’t you?”

There was no reason for her mind to tell her to lie, so she nodded. “I do. But I was too scared to say anything…”

Verti laughed, and that made Kitty blush.

“Oh! That is delightful! A little fraidy-cat Barbarian! Well, we’ll certainly keep that. But my little Kitty, I’m afraid she’ll be devoted to another from now on. Heroes are always arriving and need a roster of side characters to help them. She’ll be their personal healer, servicing their every need. Medical, spiritual…sexual~”

Kitty squirmed, helplessly assaulted by the words as if they were physical attacks. But it was not pain she felt between her legs. Far from it. Frustrated lusts began to dew her lower lips, something caught by the bemused gaze of her transformer.

“N-no…but…but she’s…”

Verti’s laughter turned practically caustic. She held her hand over Kitty’s moistening slit. “Such warmth. Such heat! Are you actually getting off to that idea? Your little sweetheart being taken in front of you?”

The noise Kitty made was more animalistic than anything her predecessor might have made; a desperate, plaintive whine of a trapped beast. Even if she had the inclination, the darkening sand beneath her hovering body made any deception futile. The distressed, needy weretiger’s head lolled over to read the screen to see just what was going on, and just caught Verti adding the words ‘Red Hot Rage’ and 'Eager Cuckold' to her character sheet.

“This is something fun I’ve been toying with for similar archetypes. Spending your time Raging works as normal, but instead of spending Rage Charges, you build up a needy heat that you need to deal with after combat expires!”

“Not…not fair!” she stammered. “I don’t wanna be a horny kitty after every fight!”

Verti tsked, sliding a gloved hand around the weretiger’s slickened thighs. “Despite all that I’ve done for you, you’re still not very grateful. This is a net bonus! But I suppose I can give you something else. Something that’ll help deal with your arousal. Something thematic…” The woman turned to Belle, who was looking rather upset at what she saw happening with Kitty.

“Hey…stop…being so mean!” Belle shouted, but could do little more than wiggle in place. Rather than comply, Verti’s smile took on a positively insidious air.

“Oh, I’ve got an idea. Cats like milk, don’t they?”

Kitty and Belle exchanged a look.

***

A pair of sweat-drenched figures emerged from the enormous cave mouth. One, a weretiger, hefted an enormous golden chest over her shoulder like it weighed nothing. She wore a bikini made of chain that bound her body but did not conceal it, with various links crisscrossing her body and all terminating in a ring around her neck that might, if one were to squint, look like a pet collar.

“Another great quest!” Kitty purred, her smile wide and eyes closed. “I can’t believe we’re gonna get paid for smashing AND looting stuff!”

“No, silly, it’s not like that!” Belle chided. “People pay us to take out monsters to keep them safe!” She was much shorter than her companion, but nearly as wide. Instead of bundles of tightly packed muscle, however, her body was soft, squishable, and jiggled as she walked. Also contrasting with her partner was her colourful priestess habit kept her body mostly concealed. The exception was her enormous breasts. It was sacrilege to the Bovinity to hide the divine udders of a true Milk Maiden, so they merely had their nipples capped with thick golden thimbles.

Kitty smiled at Belle. Funny feeling stirred up in her heart when she looked at her friend. It was hard to say them, but…but…

“You silly girls!” a voice called from the cave. “Wait up!”

Kitty squeaked in surprise, her little fluffy tail pointing straight up as she dropped the treasure haul and cowered behind Belle. The priestess patted her pal on the head, brushing her ears back.

“Don’t worry,” she soothed. “It’s just him.”

The pair turned to see a human stumbling out of the dark. He was an unremarkable sight. Average height, average build, average guy. He had some scrounged together swordfighter gear on, the weapon on his belt recently pulled from an orc’s skeleton not an hour ago.

“Didja forget about me?” he asked, striking a pose. Belle tittered, waving his comedic antics off.

“Oh you sillyhead. How could we ever forget? C’mon Kitty, it’s nothing to be afraid of.”

The musclebound weretiger straightened up, eyes not meeting either of her travelling companions. “Of course! Yeah! I was…just still in attack mode!”

The new arrival shook his head. They’d been together for a few weeks, but he still seemed caught off guard by Kitty’s duelling facets. On the one hand, she was one of the strongest people he’d ever met in this new world. Or so he said. But on the other, every adventure they had there was always something they encountered that made her freeze up with fear! Whether it be spiders, or tight spaces, or, in this case-

“I hope the torches didn’t scare you too much,” Belle commented, hand on her chest. “I had no idea you were so scared of fire!”

Ice rolled up her back as she remembered the grip of terror. The flickering of the fire that made her freeze stock still in mid combat. Despite her strength, despite her power, at the end of the day she was just…just a big coward.

“I didn’t either. I’m sorry.” Her regret and shame transmuted into anger, an emotion she was exceptionally more comfortable with. “We wouldn’t have had to deal with that if he hadn’t gotten distracted!”

The human turned to her, mirth bleeding from his face. “What do you mean?”

“You left us to deal with the monsters while you tried to seduce that slimegirl!” she snapped back, huffing out her discontent. “If Belle hadn’t been watching our back, she’d have gobbled you up and I’d be a crispy kitty!”

“You don’t know what you’re talking about. I was applying diplomacy to try and end the conflict peacefully.”

“You were trying to get your dick wet.”

“That’s enough,” the human told her in a firm voice. She was about to snipe back, but his hand found the collar around her neck and she froze. Being pulled by her collar dropped her into a mindnumbing heat that she couldn’t escape. In an instant, all thoughts of defiance and rebellion drained out of her as he tugged on that little reminder that she was his pet. She mrowl’d, nipples stiffening and getting so obviously wet with submissive arousal that it started to leak down her leg.

“Mmf~” Her anger vanished, something deep inside her slamming the full weight of several encounters worth of Rage through a filter that turned it all into impossible, unquenchable lust.

“Are you going to be a Good Kitty, or a Bad Kitty?” he asked, fingers playing with the sensitive skin under her collar. “Good Kitties get rewarded. Bad Kitties don’t.”

“Good Kitty, Good Kitty!” she replied, rubbing her thighs together in helpless lust.

“Then let’s change the subject. We’ve got a long walk back to camp, and Belle and I have much to discuss.”

“Y-yes…master…” she said, and he let go, leaving her in a daze of horny compliance. This always happened after she used her Rage, the power of anger transmuting into an impossible to quench sexual desire. But no matter how obviously horny she became, he wouldn’t use her. He wouldn’t even let her touch herself in public! Instead, he used her barbaric libido to keep her under his control. She shuffled meekly along for the next hour, only half aware that he’d begun to kiss and grope at Belle’s clothes before they’d even found the campsite.

Everything was as they’d left it, and they quickly went about getting ready to spend the night. Stowing their loot, collecting firewood, all the things you needed to do. Kitty had a hard time keeping track of what she needed to do, which was why Belle was there to tell her in very small words what was next. The human rested, of course. He’d had a long fight, and humans needed more rest than Weretigers or Demonlings.

Once Kitty had started a fire, the human came over to her. Belle trailed behind with shuffling steps, giving her a little wave.

“Gonna need you to keep watch tonight,” he declared. “Me and Belle have some…strategizing to get up to.” He didn’t even attempt to hide his hand squeezing Belle’s expansive bottom in front of Kitty, as if expecting her to challenge his blatant lie. But she didn’t. She was a coward, after all.

“Okay…but…all night?”

“No, not all night. I’ll take over halfway. I know how your people like cat-naps,” he said with a grin that reminded her of something…or someone. “Meanwhile, I think Belle has something to tide you over.”

The cowgirl approached, her fingers already on the golden nipple covers. “May I offer my blessed milk to treat your wounds and fatigue?”

Kitty’s pupils dilated. Her heart pounded harder than it had in the battle. Milk. Her favourite! She looked between Belle’s nipples and yearned to just latch on and drain one, then the other. But she was His servant, not hers. Instead, she shuffled over to retrieve her bowl. It looked like an oversized pet bowl. It even had her name on it. Kitty. How degrading…

She placed the bowl before Belle, then stepped back. She wasn’t allowed to help…not after last time, anyway. Belle got on all fours, assuming the holy stance of a divine cow. Unable to milk herself, the human was only too glad to assist.

“Y’know,” he began, kneading Belle’s enormous breasts, “back on my home planet, many people would pay good money to do this.”

The Milk Maiden shook her head. “Oh you silly boy. This isn’t anything sexual! This is just a holy offering of my sweet, creamy mil-ah!~” Her words cut off as his tender pumps forced the first jet of liquid into the bowl. Kitty watched, transfixed. A confusing well of emotions buffeted her. She was annoyed, repulsed…but also extremely invested in seeing every moment of this act. Her arousal from before hadn’t fully gone away, and watching Belle be milked only made the warmth in her lower belly only more pressing a matter.

Her eyebrows shot up. They were in camp! That meant she could touch! She slid her fingers into herself and mrowled, the slickened thrusts of her fingers audible to both of her adventure partners.

“Aw…is Kitty horny?” the human asked, the question as redundant as it was humiliating. Kitty shuddered and gave a flicker of a nod. “Well then, you may touch after I’m done milking Belle. But only if you promise to be a Good Girl for the rest of the night. That means no touching without milk in your mouth, remember?”

Agony. Sheer, frustrated agony. Kitty dragged her fingers from her pussy with a torturous wince, and had to watch without stimulating herself as Belle was deftly, casually milked by the human in front of her.

If she had her way, she’d be the one milking Belle. And she’d only get milked when she wanted to be milked. Not that the schedule would change much; Belle often wanted to be milked. Her body channeled the divine into her breasts from which healing fluids spurted forth. That was a gift from her Goddess, she said. Kitty didn’t see reason to argue.

In no time, the milk had reached the rim of the bowl. Kitty knelt down to start licking, but was then reminded that she had to go on watch. That meant on the far end of camp, away from Belle’s tent. With a mumbled ‘thank you’, she scrambled over as fast as she could to her spot on the other end of the fire, trying not to spill a single drop.

It wasn’t fair. None of this was fair! She watched Belle disrobe for the human, her enormous belly’s glowing holy tattoo hard to miss even if it wasn’t illuminated by the campfire. Its signaling representing the bountiful body of the Bovinity not only gave her a constant flow of milk to address, but also kept her body in its perfectly curved, chubby state no matter how much she exercised or ate. She was perfect.

“It’s not fair,” she repeated aloud, her heart ripping from her chest even as her arousal grew. The human’s hand found Belle’s adorable cock and began to play with it. Soft, gasping moo’s and ahh’s emanate from her friend, and Kitty couldn’t take any more. She pressed her mouth into the bowl and lapped up the milk. Pure, healing energy flowed into her. A gift from her dearest friend, soothing her wounds and her fatigue, filling her with glorious light. As it did, Kitty slid her fingers into herself. Allowed to pleasure herself, her world compressed down into those simple needs. Lap, swallow, tease, thumb…and watch.

Belle bent over onto all fours again. This time, the human placed himself behind her. She couldn’t see everything…but she knew what he was doing. He was fucking her, in all the ways Kitty wanted to. It wasn’t fair, she thought, thumb circling around and then pressing against her clit, none of this was. She was the strongest in the party by far. And the smartest! It had been her idea to punch through the wall with all the funny symbols on it, and the human had said that it had saved them a buncha time! But no. He was the Hero, and he got the girl.

His hands were wrapped around her enormous hips and he was slamming himself, like a poor craftsman, into her cushy bottom. No technique, no craft in it. Kitty knew Belle deserved better. She deserved-

He groaned low, followed by Belle’s adorable sigh. He’s shot his load inside her, followed almost immediately by Belle’s chubby little cock and both pairs of nipples firing their own release. Her orgasms were always so messy that they were impossible to miss! Even when she tried to pay attention to the forest, there was no hiding from the knowledge that the human and her were fucking. Kitty wasn’t even close to done herself, but the human was already rolling into their little shared sleeping space. Ugh! Belle joined him, letting herself be the Little Spoon as she settled in for the night. As she did, her eyes met Kitty’s.

She knew what the Barbarian was doing. It wasn’t the first time they’d watched each other. The cowgirl smiled, and Kitty smiled back. With a kindness befitting a true saint, she moved her arms so that she exposed her enormous breasts to Kitty’s view. Gods, they were so big! So full of milk, too. She switched positions to present her pussy to Belle, splaying her legs open as if to show off. Show what she could offer the other woman.

But Belle’s eyes were closed. She was still smiling, but the curve of the interloper’s arm slithered over her plump body. Securing her against him, just as readily as Kitty’s collar secured her.

It wasn’t fair, Kitty whinged, pawing at herself to distract, or enhance, the feelings of impotent lust. She was meant to be with Belle, she just knew it!

Maybe…maybe one day…she wouldn’t be so afraid to say it.