FinalFantasy Porno Story: Final Wish – Very first Yr of The Crystal Caravan

Chapter 1 – Joining The Caravan

Sala Joyrah squeaked as the cold water splashed down her bare back. She was standing in the river along side her parents’ house. She was washing up before their Caravan Ceremony in the center of the village.

Sala was a half Selkie half Clavat girl who was the newest addition to Tipa’s Caravan. There were three others in the Caravan, one of them being Flora, her full-Clavat sister. Their mother Ezra was a Clavat and a bisexual who had her two daughters through one night stands with different men, both Clavats and Selkies. There was no telling who their fathers could be, maybe men from Tipa, maybe men met while Ezra was a Caravaner.

Ezra had long since settled down as a fisherman, met a nice Selkie girl and gotten married. They were currently the only lesbian marriage in the village, but Tipa was a very open village and it didn’t bother anybody that Ezra had married Momo Soyo, a gorgeous Selkie with the usual traits of Selkies: long blue hair, a large bust and a love for love. A love which Ezra only too happily filled.

On the other hand, Sala, being half-blood, had inherited her mom’s long crimson hair and light Clavat demeanor. She had also gotten her Selkie father’s physical genes, giving her the Selkie’s wonderful physique and characteristically large bust.

There was a noise behind her and Sala jumped, flipping around. She wasn’t shy by any means, but the village did frown on the Selkie’s love of nudity and naturalism.

“Relax sis, it’s only me.” Flora said, walking down the bank. She was wearing a basic Clavat outfit: Stockings and a large over-shirt that went to her knees and ended in large cuffs hanging from her wrists. She was truly a beautiful girl, a small Clavat chest and long brown hair from her father. She had kind eyes and a thin body, a little smaller than her younger sister.

“Good lord Flora, warn a girl before you come running up. I almost got it from ma when she caught me swimming naked around here. She doesn’t understand it, but Momo does the same thing at night.” Sala said, walking up to the shore. She took a towel from a rock and wrapped it around her large chest.

“You Selkies, I don’t get nudity. It’s nice to change and wash-up, maybe spend a few minutes in your room without clothes, but how could you do it in public. What if somebody saw you?” Flora said, scratching the back of your head.

“What’s it matter if somebody see’s you. I mean, if women see you, it’s no different then seeing themselves and if men see you, all they can do is admire your naked beauty and think about you later. Eyes can’t hurt you.” Sala said, tossing the towel back on the rock. She shook out her hair and put her clothes back on, which were meager.

She only wore a thong, a very short skirt, a fur lined bra and some sandals. She did have a long pair of stockings, but they got torn up and recycled for patches and thread.

“But what about your privates. I mean, what if they see them, what if they don’t stop looking?” Flora said as Sala brushed out her long crimson hair.

“Then it means they are only further enraptured by your beauty. There’s nothing wrong with people seeing your breasts or your pussy, it’s all natural and all beautiful.” Sala said, putting her quiver back on the belt around the top of her skirt. She held a powerful maple longbow in her hand and was very skilled with it.

“You are so strange, how are you related to me or mom?” Flora asked, sighing fruitlessly.

“Blame the Selkie side of me, I enjoy nature and clothing isn’t natural.” Sala said, shrugging as they walked back up the shore to their house.

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They stood in the center of town, the four Caravaners were circled around Tipa’s great crystal. The sisters Sala and Flora and the other two Clavats, Mick and Peter. Mick was an experience Caravaner of six years and Peter of four years. Flora had been with it for one already and Sala was joining this year.

The village elder stood in front of them with a large book in his hands and the Crystal Chalice at his feet. He read the ceremonial blessing while the entire village listened around them. The entire village was about sixty people, mostly Clavats and Selkies, but there is a single old Yuke who lives in the center of town and a small blacksmithing family of Lilties.

As opposites as Clavats and Selkies are, they live in perfect harmony in the small town. The Selkie’s skill in battle and nature accents and guards the Clavat’s peaceful farming lifestyle, making a town that thrives and survives in a world flooded with Miasma and covered in monsters. The Yuke living in the town was a skilled chemist and doctor who helped the village greatly with his considerably knowledge; while the small Lilty family were exceptional at making anything with metal and stone.

The village was truly a peaceful break in the storm of the world.

“Bless this Chalice and Bless this caravan, let them travel swiftly and peacefully. Return them safely to us with all the Myrrh we need to purify our crystal and survive.” The Elder said, snapping the book closed.

“Bless you!” The entire village said in unison.

“We thank you, now let us set off. It’s a clear and warm afternoon and I bet we could make the Belle River by tomorrow morning.” Mick said, holding his sword high in the air. He was a Clavat with short brown hair and wore nothing except shorts and a shield on his left arm. He was a very skilled fighter and his body was covered in scars.

“We will be back before the winter with Myrrh and a caravan of trade goods.” Peter said, holding up his long silver tipped spear. He had short blonde hair, was a year younger than Mick and he wore a full set of light leather armor.

“And we will all return safely!” Flora said, holding up her Falchion.

“We will be swift and courageous!” Sala said, holding up her bow.

The entire village cheered and cried with a wonderful spirit as the caravan started to move. They walked with the caravan to the bridge on the far side of the village that marked the edge of the Crystal’s power. A small cloud of dust rose from the ground where the Crystal shield ended. Grass ruffled and there was a small strange glow along the shield.

Mick and Flora clambered up into the seat and Mick took the Papaopamus reigns. He clicked with his tongue and gave the reigns a flick.

“Come on Missy, let’s go again!” Mick said to the Papaopamus. Peter and Sala walked along side the Caravan.

The Crystal Chalice was sitting inside the caravan with a few weeks of supplies.

The same shield that encircled Tipa encircled the Caravan and protected them in the Misama coated world. It was their life and their only means of survival. The Crystal Chalice must be protected.

“So, our plan for this year is starting with the Myrrh tree closest to home. Hopefully nobody has collected from it for a while so we can get some there.” Mick said, handing the reigns to Flora. He opened a map and traced the trail with a finger, “It’s a fairly calm path until we actually near the tree.”

“You hear that sis, you’re actually going to get to fight some monsters!” Flora said, looking down on her left at Sala.

“You guys fight them…I snipe them farther than they can see.” Sala said, smiling. She wasn’t far off because she was known as the best shot in the village and had such sharp senses that she was often assumed to be psychic.

“Just don’t hit me in the back.” Peter chuckled.

“We’re not even out of the village and you two are quarreling already.” Mick chuckled.

“I’ll show you quarreling. You forget I’m the only Selkie here!” Sala said bearing her fangs. A common trait in Selkies, their teeth often grew in partially or completely sharp. Sala only had a pair of long sharp fangs in her mouth.

“Oh I’m so scared.” Peter said with a chuckling sarcasm.

“Oh you will be…you will be…” Sala smiled.

“Sister, remember what you have become a part of.” Flora said, her sisters strange sexual streak, the Selkie part of her made her a natural Nymphomaniac, but this was diluted by her Clavat genes.

“Yes Flora…” Sala said, stringing her bow over her shoulder.

They continued through the day, chatting and laughing happily, talking optimistically of their trip ahead of them. Sala munched on a striped apple and the group took turns walking and riding the Caravan.

They laughed and chatted, getting to know each other even better. Mick and Peter didn’t really know Sala all that well because she was always taking trips out with the Selkie ‘Shard’ parties to explore into the surrounding peninsula and to hunt some wild game.

The sun started to descend in the distance as they walked towards the River Belle Path. It had taken less time than they thought and they reached the entrance to the path by nightfall. Monsters could be heard far in the distance as they released the Papaopamus to graze. Peter lit up a camp fire, set the Crystal Chalice near them and Mick tossed out a few sleeping bags.

“So tomorrow then…” Flora said, stripping off her overshirt. She slipped into her sleeping bag in her black stockings and bra.

“Pretty much.” Peter said, sliding into his bag.

“I’m taking first watch.” Mick said, sitting up on the Caravan.

“Hope you guys don’t mind if I sleep naked.” Sala said, tossing her clothes down in a pile next to the sleeping bag. She stretched in the luxurious freedom of nudity and sat down to slide into her sleeping bag.

“Really sis?” Flora started.

“You have no room to complain, I walked around naked in the house all the time, so does Momo.” Sala said, cuddling up against her pillow.

“Really?” Peter said, smiling.

“You have to be kidding me…why Peter?” Mick said, groaning, “Just go to bed.”

Chapter 2 – The Caravan’s First Battle

“Sala, wake up. Sala!” Flora’s voice floated through Sala’s dreams.

“Fuh…five more…more minutes…” Sala mumbled, inching further down into her warm sleeping bag.

“No Sala, get up. We’re going through the River Belle Path today and we need you awake!” Flora snapped sternly, waking Sala suddenly.

“Oh yea…I’m up, I’m up!” Sala said, sitting up. Her sleeping bag fell down to her lap, exposing her large breasts.

Peter, who was busy rolling up his sleeping bag, stopped and his jaw dropped open.

“Sala, get dressed before you get up!” Flora said, dropping her clothes in her lap.

“Yea…yea.” Sala mumbled, pulling the furry bra over her head. Peter sighed and continued with his work.

Sala grumbled as she pulled up her thong inside the sleeping bag. She stood up and put on her small skirt. After stepping into her sandals, she quickly cleaned up her sleeping bag and put it in the caravan.

“Are you all ready? We are in for a fight now, there’s always a good number of goblins and critters around the River Belle Myrrh Tree.” Mick asked, looking at the other three. They nodded and continued with their preparations.

“Sala, I don’t want you getting too far in. Remember, you have us here too, you aren’t alone. We will protect each other as long as we can fight!” Flora said, putting a hand on her sister’s shoulder.

“I know, but don’t talk like that. Nobody’s going to die, we will do this!” Sala said, smiling toothily; her fangs gave her a cute wolfish look.

“That’s the spirit, now let’s go. You’re driving the Caravan!” Flora said, “Best place you can be with your bow.”

“Okay, but if things get to thick, I’m coming in there with you guys.” Sala said, climbing into the wagon. She gave a small whistle and flicked the reigns. The Papaopamus snorted and started to walk forward slowly, pulling the wagon with ease.

Mick took the lead with his heavy bronze sword. Peter was on the left with his spear and Flora on the right with her falchion. Sala set her bow between her legs and was prepared to fire as soon as possible.

“There, down on the left of the path. Three goblins!” Sala said, pointing.

“Where…?” Mick said, squinting.

The squat red creatures were still far off and difficult to see. Sala had spotted them further away than anyone else could’ve.

“I see them!” Peter said, pointing.

“Keep moving, when they get close we’ll go after them.” Mick said, holding out his arm.

They kept walking forward for another two minutes before the goblins spotted them and began to run crazily at them. The goblins were armed with stone spears, rusty swords and rocks. They were little red humanoid creatures with a horrible affinity for human flesh.

“Hold.” Mick said, pointing at Sala. She stopped the Papaopamus and the caravan rattled to a halt.

The Goblins were nearing on them and Sala stood up, bow in hand. She held the bow in her left hand and pulled an arrow from the quiver on her left hip. She notched it and pulled the bow taunt. The goblins closed in and she pulled the arrow back to the bow’s extent and let it go.

The arrow flew with a ‘twang’ from the bow and a whistle of air. It cut the space between them and stuck fast in a goblin’s chest. It clutched the arrow and tripped forward, rolling over the arrow. It snapped and shoved into it’s chest.

The other two goblins reached them. The first never got a chance to attack before Mick ruthlessly cut it in half at the waist with a powerful slice. Peter charged the other one and picked it up off the ground with his spear through it’s stomach. He drove it back and yanked the spear free. The goblin groaned and rolled on the ground, holding it’s bloodied stomach. Mick walked forward and drove the tip of his sword through the goblin’s chest, killing it.

“Good warm up, let’s keep moving.” Mick said, hurling the Goblin’s body off the path and into the tall grass.

Sala pushed the caravan forward and they continued. The next ten minutes were a slow walk along the Belle River. A number of goblins attacked them, but the tree warriors ruthlessly cut them down, giving Sala no reason to waste her arrows anymore.

“Keep it moving, the entrance to the Myrrh Tree is just beyond there, inside the cave.” Mick said, pointing down the river. There was a small cave entrance at the end of the river.

“This is your third time here isn’t it Mick?” Flora asked kindly.

“Yes, my first year we came here, then my third and now we’re here again. Be wary, a particularly dangerous beast lives here and so far we’ve only been able to subdue it all these years.” Mick said seriously.

“Damn, I forgot about the crab. I hope he’s not still there.” Peter groaned, looking up into the sky.

“Come on, we can take it down, what’s wrong with you guys?!” Sala said courageously.

“Sala’s right, we can do this! We’ve worn him down before, what’s to stop us from killing him this year!” Peter cheered.

“Why not, let’s go for it!” Mick said, smiling.

It was a fairly calm ride across the bridge and down to the cave entrance.

“So is the Papaopamus going to be okay?” Sala asked, jumping down from the Caravan seat.

“Yea, they were born in the Miasma and can live in it without harm. Grab the chalice.” Mick said, looking into the cave entrance.

“I have it.” Sala said, grabbing the white Crystal Chalice out of the Caravan. It was heavier than it looked and the crystal gave off a blue glow.

“Are you all ready?” Mick asked, looking them over, “When we get in there, remember, stay inside the barrier at all times and do not chase after him. He will come to us.”

“Let’s go then.” Sala said, putting her bow across her shoulder, she hefted the Crystal Chalice and started to walk forward. They headed into the cave together.

Inside, the cave wasn’t that large and there was a waterfall on one end. There was a large hole in the ceiling, letting light shine into the cave. Water splashed happily down a stream around the side of the cave. They walked to the middle of the cave and Sala set down the Crystal Chalice.

There was a rumbling from behind the waterfall and the cave shook slightly. A strange scratching noise came from inside the cave.

“Here it comes!” Mick warned, holding his sword out in front of him.

There was a clacking of shell on stone and a massive crab ran out and jumped at them. The group scattered and the crab ran past them.

Sala looked at the massive beast. It was a large crab-like creature with a massive carapace above his head. It was a huge shell with a large number of weapons stabbed into it. It was covered in scars and injuries of battles past. It’s shell was reddish brown and covered in scratches. The beast was sure a veteran battler.

It bent down for a second and when it came up a large glowing bubble spit from it’s mouth and started towards the group.

“Don’t let it touch you. If it pops on skin it will make a sticky goo to slow you down.” Mick said, stepping out of the way.

He swung out at the ball of water and it popped on his sword, spraying the ground with harmless water. It charged them again.

Mick skillfully dodged and slashed out at the crab’s soft side under his shell. The Crab jumped and slid sideways, turning to them. Sala saw an opening and she took an arrow from her quiver. She notched it and pulled the bow back. The Crab turned to attack again, making a strange clicking sound with it’s mouth. Sala let the arrow go. It flew forward and caught the Crab directly in the mouth. The Crab gave a sort of howl as the arrow pierced the soft inside of its mouth.

The Crab began to rage and it ran forward. Flora and Sala both jumped out of the way. Mick rolled and it missed him. Peter, however, wasn’t as lucky. The Crab bowled him over and shoved him out of the circle of the Crystal Chalice.

“Peter!” Mick cried, running straight at the crab. He leaped out of the protective circle and ran head on at the Crab, sword prepared ahead of him.

“Help me get him!” Flora said, running out of the circle. Sala dropped her bow and turned to her.

Sala dove out of the circle and grabbed one of Peter’s hands. The feeling of the Miasma around her was strange. It was like being underwater, unable to breath. The Miasma itself wasn’t deathly poisonous, but it occupied so much space that you couldn’t get enough air in a breath. It was strangling.

She held her breath and pulled on Peter as Flora pulled on his other arm. They pulled back into the protective barrier and looked at Mick. He was still outside the barrier, valiantly fighting the Crab. The Crab swung his arm and bashed Mick aside, knocking him out.

“Mick! No!” Sala screamed.

Something inside her unleashed its fury. A very primal Selkie gene inside her was controlling her actions. It urged her to attack and the moment she started to indulge it, it re-payed her with a wonderful feeling. She grabbed Peter’s spear from his unconscious hand and she lunged at the crab. A throaty howl echoed from her and she jumped high into the air. The Crab seemed to move in slow motion as she raised the spear above her head. She fell and hit his large carapace-shield with the spear. The tip barely sank into it’s shell. A large crack split from it and Sala planted her feet on his shell, pulling the spear free, she leaped back. With every movement in the battle, the pleasure that this rage was providing her increased.

Her mind wasn’t even registering the lack of oxygen, the only thing that mattered was to keep indulging this fury so it would keep indulging her pleasure. She only knew one thing…kill this beast. She growled and bared her fangs, crouching low. Sala howled and lunged forward with an inhuman speed. The Crab made a swing at her with its claw, she jumped over it and jumped straight at the Crab’s head. Giving an animalistic howl, Sala swung the spear with herculean strength and stabbed it directly into the crack on his shell. There was an audible crack and massive chunk of it’s shell fell off. Pleasure inside her peaked and she gave a throaty howl.

“Sala! Sala!!” Flora’s screaming finally broke through her animal rage.

She awoke and tried to take a breath, only to find she couldn’t. Sala freaked and back peddled until she tripped and fell through the barrier. Mick and Flora were standing there, weapons at the ready. Peter was still out cold near the Crystal Chalice. The next thing she noticed was there was a great warmth within her pelvis and there was a wetness between her legs.

“Oh god Sala, I thought you were going to die.” Flora said, helping her up.

“I’m fine, let’s just do this.” Sala said, sticking the spear head into the ground. She could remember the pleasure of the battle…she wanted it again.

The Crab was shaking back and forth in front of them, severely shaken by the damage Sala had inflicted. The other half of its shell fell away and it was left without too much of a protection. It now looked like a symmetrical dome with six legs. Its brown and black eyes dodged back and forth and its single claw twitched up and down. It gnashed its jaw and blood dripped from its mouth.

“Come on Peter, wake up.” Sala said, kneeling down by him.

“It’s coming back. Flora…Sala!” Mick said, holding up his shield and sword.

There was the pounding of the ground and Sala wrapped her arms around Peter’s inert form. Her body was still pounding with the adrenaline and her Selkie genetics were pushing her muscles to the limit. She easily hefted Peter up against her chest and leaped out of the way. The Crab plowed through where they had been.

Landing over ten feet away, just barely on the other edge of the Crystal Chalice barrier. She carefully set Peter down and let his head down on the ground softly. Sala looked down at Peter’s young face. His eyes inched open.

“S…Sala…?” Peter muttered, seeing her crouched over him.

“Stay down, that Crab did a number on you.” Sala said, putting a hand gently on his chest.

She stood up and looked around. Mick was outside the barrier again, slashing madly at the crab, who was now on the defensive. Flora was standing near the edge of the barrier, watching the two fight.

Sala walked over to the spear and jerked it out of the ground.

“Mick! Move!” Sala cried, knowing what had to be done.

“What?” Mick made the mistake of losing his breath outside the barrier. He was forced to turn and run back to the barrier to get some air, “God damn it Sala, what did you…”

He stopped as Sala walked determinedly by him, spear in hand. She stepped out of the barrier and raised the spear to shoulder level. The Crab turned to her and clacked its bloody jaws. Its legs started to move and the Crab moved side to side, waiting to charge. The monster stopped for a split second and ran forward.

Sala snapped her arm forward and hurled the spear directly at the Crab. The Crab continued to charge and couldn’t dodge in time. The spear pierced it’s left eye and sunk deep into the monster. It howled and stumbled, losing its footing, it slid forward towards them. The Crab stopped at the edge of the barrier and Mick’s mouth fell open.

“Sala…how did you?” Mick started, seeing Sala step forward.

She grasped the base of the spear, twisted and shoved it forward as hard as she could. There was a crunch of flesh and a sudden spurt of blood. The Crab shuddered, stiffened and fell limp. Sala yanked the spear free amid another splash of blood. She stabbed it in the ground and turned to the others, her arms covered in blood to the elbows.

“Sala…you killed it!” Flora said, stunned at the sight.

“It had to be done.” Sala said, feeling the adrenaline start to fade.

“That was amazing!” Mick said, running a hand through his brown hair.

She walked silently over to Peter and knelt down by him.

“How are you doing Peter?” She asked softly.

“Bruised, battered, I’ll be okay.” Peter groaned, trying to sit up. Sala put an arm around his shoulder and helped him sit up.

“Be careful. I don’t want you hurting yourself further.” Sala said worriedly.

“Help me to my feet. We have to claim our Myrrh.” Peter said, putting an arm around Sala.

She heaved and helped him up. Mick and Flora come over to them, Mick holding the Crystal Chalice and Flora holding Sala’s bow and Peter’s spear. Her falchion hung at her waist.

“Are you two okay?” Mick asked, looking them over.

“We’ll be alright.” Peter nodded, stepping forward.

They walked together towards the waterfall. It was a short and light waterfall, easy to pass through. They walked through it, Sala supporting Peter the whole way. On the other side was a small cave that opened into a large cavern.

In the center was their prize.

A large green tree that grew up and over into the shape of a crashing wave. The tips of all the branches came together above a small rock pedestal. Mick led the way to that pedestal and he set the Crystal Chalice on it. There was a clean cold note that rang from the Crystal Chalice. The tree rippled with color and light. The light gathered in a large ball where the branches came together. It formed into a beautiful drop that glinted brightly.

The drop fell and hit the Crystal Chalice. For a split second, Sala thought it had splashed off it, but then a beautiful blue liquid swirled into the center of the Crystal Chalice. It seemed to be hanging in the air, but when one tried to touch it, they met a razor thin barrier around the Myrrh.

“That’s over a quarter of the Chalice full!” Sala said, setting Peter down on a rock bench near the Myrrh tree.

“Yes, only two more to go. It’s always three, three trees.” Mick said, flopping down on the soft grass at the base of the tree.

“What a relief, one danger out of the way.” Flora said, flopping down next to the Crystal Chalice, “Sala…what happened back there? When Petter got hit and then Mick got knocked aside. You just kind of went crazy.”

“I couldn’t say…I mean, when I say you guys in danger I…I just…Something took me over. It was something from deep…deep inside me. Something inside urged me to attack and it felt…it felt…good. So good that I just couldn’t stop…it was…orgasmic…” Sala said, running her hand through her matted hair. When they had passed through the waterfall, it washed them of the creature’s blood and soaked their clothing, cooling them off.

“It was what…?” Flora said, looking at her.

“I don’t know…it was something about fighting…battling with that monster…It was something primal inside me. It felt so wonderful that I never wanted it to stop…” Sala said, smiling.

“That has to be one of the strangest thing’s I’ve heard all day.” Mick said, scratching his head.

“It makes since, I mean, how else could you explain the Selkie’s love of battle?” Peter said, looking at Sala.

“Maybe, but I’ve never heard of a Selkie having an orgasm while they’re out fighting monsters.” Flora chuckled.

“There’s something about Selkies and Clavats mating. It’s two different races mixing and maybe the Clavat in you unlocked something ancient in the Selkie race that pure Selkies don’t have, or it’s something about the mix of races itself that makes a whole new trait that neither race has.” Mick puzzled, scratching his chin.

“I don’t know, but I can’t wait for our next battle.” Sala smiled, thinking of the orgasm she had while she was fighting.

“Sala…remember, you must keep a cool head out there.” Flora warned.

“I know sister. If you just felt what I did…you would understand.” Sala said, crossing her arms across her ample chest.

“So what next?” Peter asked, looking around at the other three.

“Well, I don’t like the Goblin Wall, I heard that the Lilitie’s Caravan from Aliftaria traveled there last year. So, we’re hitting the Miasma Stream and traveling to the Mushroom Forest. It should be fairly peaceful, last time I hear, the caravan from the Fields of Fum had taken the Myrrh there three years ago.” Mick said, pulling a whetstone from his pocket. He started to sharpen his bronze sword.

“Whenever you guys are ready, I know a nice little field just north of here that we can spend the night in before we continue towards the Miasma Stream.” Flora said, stretching her arms.

“That sounds wonderful. I could do with a nap in the grass.” Sala said, lying back.

“Sala! Your side!” Flora cried, pointing at her.

There was a large laceration from her left hip up to just under the fur bra. It wasn’t deep, just clean and long. Blood dribbled lightly from it.

“Oh damn, I hadn’t noticed that until now, I thought it was blood from the Crab.” Mick said, getting to his feet, “Come on, let’s get back to the Caravan and clean you and Peter up.”

“I didn’t even feel it, I still don’t. I wonder when…I know; when I was trying to crush his Carapace, I must’ve cut myself on one of those weapons stuck in his shell.” Sala said, running her finger gingerly along the cut.

“I’ll help Peter, Mick, get the Chalice.” Flora said, getting to her feet.

Sala grabbed her bow and Peter’s spear. They walked together through the waterfall again and back through the cave. They made it back to the Caravan rather quickly and Flora climbed into the back. Sala climbed in after her and pulled the curtain shut.

“Let’s see it all.” Flora said, waving her hands upward for Sala to take her top off.

Sala gingerly pulled the fur bra off and held up her left arm. Blood dripped from her side and ran down her hip.

“This is going to hurt sister, hold still.” Flora said, holding up a needle and thread.

Sala gasped and forced her body to stay still as the needle poked into her skin. It poked out the other side of the cut and Flora tied the first stitch.

“Damn, now it’s starting to hurt.” Sala said, holding her left arm behind her head with her right arm.

“Just don’t move and it will be as painless as possible.” Flora said kindly, prodding her with the needle again, Sala suddenly took a breath and tried not to bite her lip.

“Just get it done.” Sala said through gritted teeth.

It was fifteen minutes of poking, prodding and gasping before the long slice was stitched closed. Flora cut the last stitch loose and put the needle and spool of thread away.

“Oh thank god, I’m going to go wash this.” Sala said, jumping out the back of the Caravan.

“Sister!” Flora said, holding up her fur bra.

Sala was already walking down to the river. She stepped down into it and started to wash the blood from her side. The tight stitching didn’t bleed nearly as much and it would scab quickly. Sala turned and started to walk back to the Caravan.

Both Peter and Mick were sitting in the Caravan seat staring at her bare chest. Sala sighed at the men’s blank stares. She walked past and came face to face with Flora at the back of the Caravan.

“Stop walking around half naked!” Flora said, handing her the fur bra.

Sala sighed and pulled the top over her head carefully.

“I still don’t care.” Sala said.

“I do, I don’t need those two fantasizing about your chest while we’re in the middle of a fight. Keep yourself covered.” Flora said sternly, poking Sala in the chest.

“Yes dear sister.” Sala said sarcastically.

They walked back to the front of the Caravan to find Peter lying in the back of the Caravan and Mick climbing off the seat.

“Come on, let’s go find that camp site.” Mick said, smiling. His eyes flitted down to Sala’s chest for a split second, just long enough for Flora to notice and to smack him.

Chapter 3 – Miasma

The Caravan rattled and rolled into the peaceful little grassy glade. It was nearly four hours since they defeated the Crab. Sala was sitting on the Caravan seat and the other two were walking along the Papaopamus. Sala whistled and pulled on the reigns. The Papaopamus gave a slight rumble from its chest and the Caravan came to a halt. The sun was on the horizon and would be set in less than a half an hour. A small stream babbled through the grass glade on the other side of the Caravan. The Crystal Chalice offered a circle of protection that took in the stream, the Caravan and a tree.

“This is beautiful. Plus there’s a striped apple tree!” Flora said, pointing at the nearby fruit tree. Yellow-red striped apples hung all around it.

“I’m going to turn in, if it’s okay,I’m going to just sleep in here.” Peter said, pulling the curtains closed.

“If you want to, toss a few sleeping bags out here.” Mick said, collecting dry sticks and things from around them. Three brown sleeping bags flew through the curtain and out onto the tall green grass.

“Thank you.” Flora chuckled, rolling her’s out as she stomped down the tall grass.

They had camp set up in just a few minutes and the three of them were sitting around the small crackling fire that Mick had made. The Papaopamus was loose and grazing around the Caravan, chewing happily on the lush thick grass.

The sun had set and the three of them were chatting about their exploits of the past day. Sala couldn’t ever hear enough about the battle with the Crab. She itched just thinking about the battle and the pleasure of the fight. The orgasm that topped it all. She felt warmth beginning to emanate from her legs. Sala was starting to get horny from the thoughts of the battle induced orgasm. Could it happen again?

Sala suddenly found her hand inching its way down her body. She had a horribly horny urge to either masturbate or go kill something, unknowing which would promise a greater orgasm. It seemed incredibly strange when she thought about it.

She managed to control herself for another half an hour until the other two were asleep. She then resigned herself to her basic urges, letting her hand slip down her naked body and between her legs. Her fingers twitched around her pussy, rubbing lightly against her labia. The fingers worked magic of their own, dancing around her pelvis, rubbing the outside of her pussy. Tingling pleasure started to tickle up her body and cause her entire skin to tingle. She felt wonderful and her fingers hadn’t even probed inside herself yet. Her thoughts turned to her fellow Caravaners, to Peter.

Sala had a sudden idea. She rolled back the top of her sleeping bag and got quietly to her feet. The only light came from the dying coals in the fire pit. She tip-toed quietly to the Caravan and clambered with a Selkie stealth into the back of the Caravan. She stepped through the curtain and looked down at the sleeping form of Peter.

Her horniness, driven by the same Selkie trait that drove her urge to fight, urged her forward. She knelt down by him and pulled back his sleeping bag. He was only wearing underwear and was still sound asleep as she pulled down his underwear. His cock flopped out and Sala squealed quietly, her sexual urges were the only thing on her mind.

She bent over Peter and looked his flaccid penis over. Even soft, it was such a wonderful size that Sala was going to have an orgasm just by looking at it. She gingerly wrapped her fingers around the base of it and started to pull lightly on it. It started to stand up and she licked softly along the side of the head. Peter gave a sleepy sigh. She rubbed him and licked him more. The cock hardened further and stood straight up on its own. It was a solid ten inches with a thick girth.

Sala licked her lips, seeing the cock hard and ready to please. She put her knee on the other side of his lap and straddled his hard cock. Her pussy dripped hot juices across his cock and she quivered in anticipation. It had been months since she had sex last. She was a natural nymphomaniac and masturbated weekly at a minimum. Her first time, Sala had seduced a young boy when she was just barely a preteen and had spent her spare time trying to get one cock or another to delve into her sweet warm depths since then.

She squealed happily and sat down slowly. Feeling the hot head of his cock prod at her waiting lips. She guided it into her wet and horny slit, sitting down slowly as to not wake Peter. His cock pushed into her and barely a moment later, she was sitting on his lap, sighing in bliss as his hard shaft filled her hot insides.

Peter moaned in his sleep as the pleasure of her squeezing soft womb enveloped his manhood. Sala lifted herself and slid back down his shaft. Each little motion sent pleasure up her spine and made her entire body tingle and buzz. It was taking her entire mind and focus not to go crazy on his cock and wake him up. Although this was a pointless effort.

Three or four strokes later, Sala was crouched over Peter with her hands on his shoulders, moaning softly into his ear.

“S…Sala…what…what’s going on…?” Peter muttered.

“Peter?! Shhh…Don’t say anything. I needed it so bad…I…I had to…I’m sorry…” Sala said quietly, suddenly realizing that she was actually raping Peter.

“What do you…you…me…are we…we are!” Peter stuttered, looking down between them. He just realized that the two of them were actually having sex.

“Yes…and if you…if you don’t…don’t want to…we can stop…I’ll go back to my bed…I won’t say anything…” Sala stuttered embarrassingly, her face flushing continually red. She was only too aware of the hot wetness between her legs and the fact that Peter was rolling his hips softly, making his cock twitch inside her pussy.

“Um…if it’s okay…I would like to…maybe…continue?” Peter said uncertainly.

“You would! Oh this is so wonderful. Just lie back. I’ll do everything.” Sala squealed as quietly as she could. She sat back up, running her hands down his chest.

Sala pushed herself up and down on his cock, moaning softly as his thick meat penetrated her womb again and again. She almost jumped as she felt Peter’s hands touch her hips and slide up her body, caressing every inch of her body. He felt up her tight hips, firm ass and skinny waist. He was ginger and careful along her stitches. His hands kept exploring upward until they reached her large globes. They squeezed and caressed the sensitive large breasts. He pinched her tits and bounced her breasts around.

Her pleasure was causing her mind to just fall apart and disappear. She was unaware of anything in the world except the feel of his hands and his cock inside her. She moaned and cooed, feeling every curve of his head and bump of his cock inside her pussy. She was so lost in bliss that she didn’t even here Peter moaning towards his orgasm.

Suddenly a wonderful sensation filled her womb. A sticky hot substance began to pour into her and she moaned loudly. She cried out and fell onto his chest, an orgasm exploding through her body. His dick slipped out of her and she squirted across his lap. She shook and convulsed, feeling her pussy squirt all over his softening dick.

“Oh that was so good…” Sala moaned, sliding her hand down between her legs. She rubbed at her still hot and wet pussy.

“Sala, did you hear me, I came inside you. What are we going to do? I didn’t want to be a father!” Peter said, a look of worry on his face.

“Don’t worry about it, part-Clavat part-Selkies can only mate with other Selkies or part Selkies. I can’t get pregnant with Clavats.” Sala said, crouching close to him. She pecked him on the lips and smiled, getting up. Cum dribbled from her pussy across his cock.

“What a relief…so…um…was this just…a one time…thing?” Peter asked hopefully.

“Well, you’ll just have to wait and see won’t you?” Sala smiled, climbing out of the Caravan. She gave him a wink just as the curtain swung closed.

There was a muffled cheer from inside the Caravan.

“Sala!” Flora hissed behind her.

Sala swung around and came face to face with an enraged Flora.

“How dare you…we are a Caravan on a mission and all you can think about is who can fuck you.” Flora hissed angrily.

“Hey, we’re both happy, there’s no lasting effects and almost nobody knows about it.” Sala shrugged.

“How can you be so relaxed about this? You are unbelievable.” Flora said, following her around the Caravan.

Sala looked over at Mick, who as still asleep.

“You know, I bet you and Mick…” Sala started.

“SALA!” Flora shrieked, smacking her.

Mick mumbled and rolled over, not waking up.

“It’s only a little obvious. Your jealous because he’s always looking at me. Always at my nudity and natural beauty.” Sala chuckled, putting an arm under her bare breasts.

“Oh…just go wash up and get to bed.” Flora said, smacking her on the shoulder.

“Yes dear sister.” Sala smiled, leaning forward. She gave Flora a kiss on the lips. She walked down to the small babbling stream and washed her self up.

*******

The Caravan was packed and on the road in a very short time that morning. Peter had kept blushing and walking away whenever Sala got near. Sala was completely calm and unchanged. Flora was trying not to be enraged and Mick was confused at all of them.

So Mick, sitting next to Peter on the Caravan, clicked his tongue and snapped the reigns. The Papaopamus started forward down the path. Flora and Sala walked close together behind the Caravan, much to the dismay of the boys. It would seem in the last few hours, Mick had developed, or at least started to show, his feelings about Flora. He was looking at her, laughing with her and trying to touch her hand a lot more.

“What happened last night anyway? Did you go seduce him, did he ask you, what happened?” Flora inquired.

“Sister, are you jealous?” Sala chuckled at her sudden interest in her sister’s night.

“I am not! I just wanted to know so I know whether or not it’s okay to yell at you.” Flora lied.

“Okay Flora…I actually went in there while he was sleeping. I pulled down his shorts and started to toy with him, you know, rubbing, licking…sucking…” Sala said coolly as if she was talking about the weather.

“Wait, your telling me you went in there and pretty much raped him?” Flora said, her eyes wide.

“Well, at the beginning. Then he woke up and we really got into it. I just rode him the whole time, but I’ll tell you, that boy has quite the…” Flora cut her off.

“That’s enough! I get it, you two got into it. So I can yell at you. Are you freaking mad?!” Flora cried, throwing her hands up.

“What the heck, a minute ago you were cool, now you’re yelling? I can’t tell what’s going on with you.” Sala said, raising an eyebrow.

“I had to figure out if it was your fault. Now that I know you’re to blame, I’m going to scold you. You know you shouldn’t have done this. I told you, we’re on an important mission here and you can’t be distracting Peter. He’s probably going to be thinking about you for the next few days and it’s going to impair his fighting, or worse.” Flora said, smacking Sala.

“You’re crazy. I think we can handle this. We’re all adults here.” Sala said, looking at Flora.

“No you’re not. You’re only sixteen.” Flora said sternly.

“And your only seventeen! So I suppose that makes Peter and Mick the only adults in the Caravan. Great, we’re all doomed without grownups!” Sala snapped sarcastically.

“Oh don’t start this, you know what I mean. Mick’s twenty-four and Peter’s twenty-two. They’re more than capable of caring for the Caravan, but it doesn’t change the fact that they are men! If you distract them with sex, it won’t be any different if they were sixteen or sixty.” Flora said, glaring at Sala.

“You’ve got to be kidding me. Just because you’re here, I’m not allowed to have sex? No, screw this, your not going to control me!” Sala said, speeding up. She ran to the front of the Caravan and clambered nimbly into the front seat.

“Sala!” Flora said, running after her.

Just as Flora reached the front of the Caravan, Sala sat in Peter’s lap and locked lips with him. Peter, startled at first, started to pull back. It took but a second for him to realize and start kissing back. Their tongues met and started to bounce around each other. Sala closed her eyes and wrapped her arms around Peter. A few seconds later Sala pulled back and smiled.

Flora huffed and stopped, stamping her heel. She started to walk as the Caravan started to pass her. There was a thump of her jumping on the back of the Caravan.

“I’m sorry, what just happened?” Peter said, looking at Sala, who was still sitting in his lap.

“I was proving a point.” Sala said, jumping to the ground. She kept walking alongside the Caravan.

*******

Flora pouted at the back of the Caravan for nearly an hour until Mick walked back behind the Caravan and talked to her while they traveled. Sala didn’t know what was said, but Flora came back to the front of the Caravan with a slight smile on her face and she didn’t immediately yell at Sala. They both sat in the Caravan while Mick and Peter walked.

“Sister, I’m sorry. You are a grown woman and I shouldn’t have yelled at you. The sign of adulthood is the ability to make smart choices on your own. From your angle, I can see how you saw this. I see what you mean and I agree. As long as Peter isn’t distracted in times of need, I won’t stop your relationship.” Flora sighed when she finished.

“Thank you Flora. Maybe I shouldn’t have taken it as far in our argument and I’m sorry. We need to stick together, our enmity would’ve been just as bad in battle as a sexual distraction.” Sala said, putting a hand on Flora’s shoulder.

Flora smiled and suddenly embraced Sala, wrapping her arms around her.

“I love you Sala and I don’t ever want anything to come between us again.” Flora said, letting Sala go.

“Is this what that was all about, her having sex with me? And you thought it would distract me. If I thought it would possibly distract me I would’ve never done it. The Caravan always comes first, Flora, you should have known that. Especially after…” Peter started.

“Peter! We don’t need to bring that up again!” Flora snapped, her face flushing.

Mick and Peter burst into laughter, seeing her blush.

“Shut up, both of you!” Flora blushed deeper.

Sala started to laugh, simply at Flora’s reaction, she had no idea what they were talking about. They traveled in peaceful silence after that for a few more minutes, all of them joyful and spirited for the next leg of their journey.

“The Miasma Flow. We must be careful in here. Sala, I want you to hold onto the Caravan for your first time through. I will be driving Missy through it. Peter, get in the Caravan and make sure the Crystal Chalice is perfectly secure.” Mick said sternly as they entered an ever thickening forest.

There was something in the air. The sky above them was getting darker, at least what they could see. The world seemed to thicken and Sala seemed to become sluggish.

She walked alongside the Caravan with a hand tightly on the side as Mick had told her. Flora walked on the other side, hanging onto the Caravan. Peter walked in front of the Caravan, walking determinedly forward.

Something in the distance caught Sala’s eye.

The further they went, the more dead trees there were around them. The path turned to stone and started to arch upward. A large glowing flow was passing across the top of the path ahead. Loops of glowing gas could be seen among the trees.

The closer to the glowing gas they got, the harder it became for Sala to move. Every time she picked up her feet it took more effort. Every breath became harder. The glowing flow of Miasma across the path was nearing. She was holding onto the Caravan to help herself continue forward. Flora was on the other side of the Caravan, barely able to stand or move forward. Flora was having considerably harder time than anyone else.

Sala’s Selkie strength kept her moving, but Flora’s young Clavat frame was being pushed down by the intense forces inside the Miasma Flow. She was fighting onward through, she walked with a forceful determined motion. Peter, in the front, was stomping along forward, pushing through the Miasma Flow with an experienced ease that came from being on the Caravan for four previous years.

Missy, their Papaopamus, snorted and shoved forward, barely affected by the Miasma. She walked with the strength unknown to two legged beings. Her powerful muscles carried her forward considerably easier than the others. Despite this, Mick had to keep urging her forward because Missy kept trying to stop because of the extra pressure in front of her. The wood of the Caravan started to creek and the cloth arched over the top of it started to pop and stretch.

“Come on…Come on, where is it?!” Mick said through gritted teeth.

There was a glow starting to shine through the Caravan and Sala saw it out of the corner of her eye.

A strange sound filled the air. A low tone that grew louder and louder and then broke. The sound of shattering crystal exploded around them and the barrier that had been starting to stress under the Miasma was now glowing brightly. They were now standing inside a dome of bright crystalline light that took all the pressure off them and forced away the Miasma. The Crystal Chalice was glowing brightly inside the Caravan, producing this new, more powerful shield.

They continued forward easily, all their worries taken away with this new shield.

“This is awesome!” Sala exclaimed, looking around at the beautiful glow around them.

“Its a strange defensive measure of the Crystals. The more Miasma that is dumped on the shield, the more the Crystal strengthens until it snaps and this shield is produced. Give it a second, once we’re far enough from the Miasma flow, it will crack and the Crystal’s power will return to normal levels. See, the only problem with this shield is that absolutely nothing can pass through it. Go ahead, touch it.” Mick explained, pointing ahead of them.

Sala raised an eyebrow and then ran forward to the front of the shield. She reached out towards the barrier and her hand met a powerful resistance just short of it. She pushed on it and couldn’t get anywhere close to it.

There was a tinkling of glass and the shield brightened. It glowed intensely and then a crack down the middle appeared. It exploded outward all at once and the glow disappeared. The forest around them was visible again and the Miasma Stream was far behind them. Sala pushed forward again and her hands passed through the shield normally.

“Cool huh, the Chalice will always protect us from the Miasma, no matter how strong.” Peter said, falling back next to the Caravan.

“Are you okay Flora?” Mick said, looking down at Flora.

Sweat dripped from her hair and she breathed heavily.

“I’m fine, you know I’m not as strong as any of you. It’s not easy for me.” Flora breathed heavily.

“We’ll be quicker about it next time, I’m sorry.” Mick said, “I was worried more about Sala, this was her first time, so I went a little too slow.”

“It’s fine, I’m okay. Let’s just move onto the other side of the forest and take a rest.” Flora said, smiling weakly.

“Why don’t we all just ride in the Caravan when we go through, why walk?” Sala asked.

Peter gave an audible grown.

“Ten gil Peter, I told you she would ask.” Mick said, holding out his hand.

“What?” Sala said, confused.

“It’s something everyone asks, Mick and I had a bet if you would or not. I didn’t think you would, but I lost.” Peter said, digging in his pockets.

“So why don’t we?” Sala asked again.

“Because of the weight. You didn’t notice it, but when passing through a Miasma Flow, your body weight is easily doubled. Some, like you and Peter, can easily cope with it, while Flora isn’t as strong. If we all loaded into the Caravan, that much weight, coupled with the Caravan’s increased weight, would either break the wheels or Missy here couldn’t pull it.” Mick said, “It happened a few years ago on my first Caravan, we all piled in and tried to ford the Flow. Not a good idea, our old Papaopamus just couldn’t move us once we were a certain distance into the flow.”

“Really? That’s intense.” Sala said, stretching her arms.

They walked for another few minutes before the forest broke and they walked out the other side and into bright sunshine.

“Welcome to the Iron Mine Downs.” Mick said, holding out his arms as they passed down the trail.

The landscape was covered in hills and not as pleasantly grassy as the Tipa Peninsula. There were tall mountains to the east and the land sloped down into a valley. Marr’s Pass was in the center of the valley, perched on a steep hillside. They pulled the Caravan off the road and into a small grassy field.

There was a rattling down the trail and their attention was brought to a Caravan coming up the road. Four Clavats lead the Caravan, all wearing orange and yellow clothing.

“Hello there!” Mick cried, waving his arm.

The Caravan neared them and the driver brought it to a halt.

“Hello fellow Caravaners, mind if we take a break and have lunch with you. We have some Round Corn and Gourd Potatoes from the Fields of Fum.” The lead Caravaner said.

“We have some dried beef and Striped Apples from Tipa. Pull up your Papaopamus and take a seat in the grass.” Mick said happily.

“It’s so wonderful to run into another Caravan out here.” One of the Fum Caravaners said.

“Agreed, I’ll start a fire, we can turn the Round Corn, Gourd Potatoes and Dried Beef into a wonderful stew. I have some spices that would be delectable.” Flora said, shaking the hands of the Fum’s Caravaners.

“So, Mick, you have a few new hands since we met last, please introduce me.” The lead Fum Caravaner said, patting Mick on the shoulder.

“Okay, this is Flora and her half sister Sala. Girls, this is a Caravaner of Fum, an old friend of mine, Willie. We met six years ago when it was both of our first Caravan runs. We’ve run into each other quite a few times since then and we keep in touch with Moogle Post.” Mick said, putting an arm around Willie.

“Flora…Sala…lovely ladies, it’s a pleasure to meet you.” Willie said, shaking their hands.

“Now Willie, no trying to steal my Caravaners.” Mick joked with him.

“I’ve got the vegetables here, are we almost ready to start cooking?” A girl from the Fum Caravan said, holding up a small wood box full of Potatoes.

“I’ve got the Dried Meat!” Sala said, hefting a barrel out of the back of the Caravan.

*******

They had a delightful lunch and picnic with the Fum Caravaners. Mick and Willie sat together laughing and howling together; they were sharing past exploits in the last few years. The two of them seemed to have seen each other just yesterday even though it had been years.

“So you guys killed the River Belle Crab. I’m impressed, we’ve never been able to get Myrrh from the River Belle cave because of it. Monsters have been increasing intensely in the past few years, making it increasingly dangerous. Personally, we only have to gather one more droplet and we can go home.” Willie said joyfully.

“Well, we’re barely a few days into ours and we lucked out with the Myrrh at the River Belle Cave. We were just on our way to the Mushroom Forest, probably a week to the west of here.” Mick said.

“We’ve not made it over there in a few years. I was hearing rumors of a horrific beast guarding the tree here. Be careful Mick, I don’t want you getting hurt in there.” Willie said, getting to his feet, “But we must be on our way. I want to be on the other side of the Miasma Flow before the sun goes down. I think we’re going to make a stop in Tipa and head back up to the Goblin Wall.”

“Oh, I heard the Lilitie Caravan got some from there just a few years ago.” Mick warned.

“We heard that too and I hoped we could sidle in there before the monsters get too horrible, but before someone else can get the Myrrh.” Willie said hopefully.

“Okay, can you bring a few letters to Tipa for us? Maybe deliver them to the Elder?” Mick asked kindly.

“Gladly, I would love to.” Willie said.

The four of them all wrote up long letters about their past few days. Mick included his reuniting with his old friend. Peter wrote about their killing the River Belle Crab. Flora wrote about the beauty of the land and the weather. Sala wrote a letter to Momo, asking about both her pleasure during battle and her animalistic fighting. She was seeking answers about herself and Momo was the only older Selkie she could look up to.

They all marked the letters to their recipients and gave them to Willie. He stored them in the Fum Caravan and started on their way as the sun started it’s descent.

“Well, what a better area to sleep for the night than here?” Flora said, looking around their small grassy field.

“I was hoping to get further, but I suppose we’re ahead of schedule. I never expected to get any Myrrh from River Belle. We’re considerably ahead of where we should be so…fine, we’ll stay here.” Mick sighed, shrugging.

The girls cheered, and started to unload the Caravan.

Chapter 4 – Mushroom Forest

Sala sighed and looked around. They had spent four days heading west to the Mushroom Forest. The Caravan was just on the outskirts of it and they could see the massive mushrooms growing in the hills. They grew ten to twenty feet tall and as large as trees. Monsters could be seen moving among the mushrooms.

They were going to make it to the Mushroom forest before noon and hopefully to the Myrrh Tree before nightfall.

“So, how are we going to deal with all of them?” Sala asked, commenting on all of the monsters.

“Most of them will scatter once we get near, but for the most part, they aren’t that difficult to fight. I’ve been here once as well, although there weren’t nearly as many of beasts.” Mick said, nodding forward.

“Hmm…well, we’ll kill whatever gets in the way. It’s not like we haven’t fought beasts before.” Peter said, jabbing his spear forward playfully.

“Sounds like a challenge, I can’t wait.” Sala said, giddy with anticipation.

It was an hour until they were down on the main path of the Mushroom Forest Road. As they started to pass the large mushrooms, Missy started to snort and buck. She rumbled and started to back up.

“Whoa girl, whoa!” Mick cried, pulling on the reigns. He managed to get her under control and wheel her back.

“It seems Missy doesn’t want to go into the Mushroom Forest.” Peter said.

“So what are we going to do then?” Sala asked.

“We’ve no choice but to leave her here and hope for the best. She’s got grass to graze and I’ll disconnect her from the wagon and push it back a ways. We’ve left the Caravan behind before and It’s always been okay.” Mick said, scratching his head.

“What about the Crystal Chalice?” Flora asked.

“I’ll take it, I know a way to tie it up and carry it.” Mick said, jumping down from the Caravan.

“Okay, let’s get started then.” Sala said, stretching her legs and arms.

Five minutes later, Mick came out of the Caravan with rope over both shoulders. The Crystal Chalice was in a skillful net of rope on his back, holding it tight. He walked without pause, the Myrrh bobbed around inside the invisible barrier of the the Chalice.

“Some how, I don’t feel good leaving the Caravan behind.” Flora said, looking back at Missy, who was munching slowly on a tuft of dried grass.

“It’s fine, let’s get through this and get back quick.” Mick said, leading the way. The glowing blue light of the Chalice’s Crystal bobbed up and down behind Mick.

Sala and Peter fell in step behind him and they started down the path, watching the creatures and critters of the Mushroom forest scatter and hide as they started through the tall Mushrooms. As Mick had said, not every critter was dumb enough to attack them. A lot of them simply wanted to be left alone, and they were only to happy to.

The path took a long bend downward and they started to wonder what was going on. It was obvious the monsters were running from something and they thought it to be them, but this didn’t make sense when they saw a large fire elemental float away in an excessive hurry.

“What has them spooked?” Peter said, holding his spear nervously.

“Whatever it is, it’s bigger than us and I don’t want to meet it.” Mick said, adjusting the ropes over his shoulders.

“Let’s just keep going and get back as soon as possible.” Sala shrugged, notching an arrow nervously.

The small group kept trudging on through the forest of gigantic fungi. Monsters prowled in the dark and ran for cover from an unknown enemy. The four Caravaners were utterly baffled at the monster’s actions.

It took about an hour for the tree to come into view. It was sitting in a small patch of grass in the center of some of the most ancient mushrooms in the entire forest. Their spirits raised as they saw the low green glow of Myrrh on the tree. Mick led them through the forest and into a large clearing just before the grassy glade of the Myrrh Tree. It was so unnaturally quiet that all of them were on edge. The tension in the air was palpable and none of them knew why.

“What…is that…?” Sala asked as they crossed the strangely placed clearing.

A small green creature was lying on the ground in the path way. It hissed and spitted at them as they neared it.

“It’s just a little fungus, forget about it.” Mick said, starting to walk past it.

“Ha!” Peter said, taking a running start, he punted the small creature as hard as he could.

It flew past Mick and bounced in the dirt, coming to a halt at the other side of the glade.

“That was a good kick.” Peter complimented himself.

“Come on, let’s…just…go…shit…” Mick stopped as the creature in front of them quivered and started to growl again.

A horrible presence started to emanate from the creature. A powerful presence, one that struck fear into their hearts and minds. They suddenly understood why the monsters were running.

They knew this beast was going to fight them.

Something started to happen. The little green creature started to inhale. Spores flew from the mushrooms around them and the little creatures inhaling started to increase until a full blown wind storm was raging around them. The Mushrooms put of billions of spores and the little green creature started to expand. It suddenly exploded into a massive fungus. It was a gigantic creature with a huge mouth. A ton of tentacles spread from it’s lower half and a few dozen tubes spewed gases from the top of it.

Every time it breathed out a large cloud of gas was expelled, smelling completely foul.

“This isn’t going to be easy…” Mick said, backing up.

The monster roared and a sudden burst of foul air shoved them back a few feet.

“Mick, how’s this going to work if he’s blowing the us and the Crystal Chalice around?” Peter cried.

“I’ve got an idea.” Mick yelled back, slipping the Chalice from his shoulders.

He quickly undid the shoulder straps and used them to tie the Chalice to the large mushroom in the center of the clearing. The Chalice’s shield filled three quarters of the clearing and reached the large creature. It would cover most their fighting.

“Okay, let’s hit him, Flora, attack from the left. Peter, from the right, I’m going to attack straight up.” Mick said, “Sala, shoot it.”

“Gotcha.” Sala said, notching an arrow in her bow.

She pulled back and fired as the three others started to attack. The arrow flew true and hit the beast right above it’s large mouth. The arrow stuck in it’s tough flesh and the beast didn’t even flinch. Mick lunged forward and swung his large sword upward, slicing through the monster. The cut wasn’t deep, but it caused Mick to gain the monster’s attention.

Peter hit it from the right and speared it in the monster’s side, burying his spear. Flora brought her sword down and cleaved through the side of its flesh. The monster roared and a burst of foul breath shoved them back. It started to slam its tentacles on the ground, drumming up a strange beat.

It started to breath in and the mushrooms around them started to shake. Spores flew from the mushrooms and were sucked into the monster’s foul mouth. The large cuts started to heal and the arrow popped out.

“This isn’t working. As long as it can…!” Mick started but was cut off as a tentacle burst from the ground, knocking him into the air.

It shot up and smashed Mick down into the ground. The tentacle bashed him twice more before Peter and Flora both reached him and slashed the tentacle off. It flopped about on the ground and shriveled up.

“Mick…Mick are you okay?” Peter called, looking down at Mick.

He was unconscious, lying in a heap on the ground. His nose was broken and blood dripped down his face. Peter cried desperately and turned to the beast. He screamed and ran blindly at it, holding out his spear.

“Peter, no! Come back!” Sala cried, holding up her bow. She fired arrows around Peter as he ran at the beast.

The arrows struck its hide and, again, did nothing. Peter slashed at the monster and stabbed wildly. He was attacking blind and fueled by rage over Mick’s injury.

The monster roared and pulled back a tentacle. It smashed Peter hard in the chest and knocked him back fifteen feet. His spear flew away and Peter landed in a crumpled heap against the mushroom the Crystal Chalice was tied to. He grunted and fell over, knocked out.

“What are we going to do?” Flora asked, looking over at Sala.

“I think we should try and run.” Sala said, looking around, “I can carry Mick, can you get Peter?”

“No, I can’t hardly move him when he’s awake. I will not leave them behind.” Flora said, holding out her sword.

The monster stabbed tentacles into the ground and fished around for a minute.

Sala cried and jumped, feeling the ground rumble beneath her. She leaped out of the way as the tentacle burst from the ground. It shot into the air and sucked back underground. Flora looked around, waiting for it. She jumped and the tentacle burst up at her feet. She slashed at it as she jumped back, cutting it off. Suddenly another tentacle burst from the ground under Flora and grabbed her ankles. It lifted her into the air and smashed her ruthlessly into the ground. As it lifted her into the air again, time began to slow for Sala.

She knew what was happening this time. Moving with inhuman speed, she grabbed Mick’s sword and threw it. The sword cut through the air and sliced off the tentacle, freeing Flora.

Sala howled into the sky and felt her body explode with energy. Pure white energy radiated from her body and her hair floated upward as if she was underwater. She felt herself change, her entire body started to tingle. Inch long silver-white claws grew from the ends of her fingers and she felt fangs extend down to almost an inch long inside her mouth. Her muscles seemed to move beneath her skin and something tickled at the base of her spine.

She crouched on all fours and dug her claws into the soil. Licking her two fangs, which were twice as long as they had been before, she smiled. The exhilaration of battle was back. She could feel herself itching for the pleasure of killing this beast.

The monster breathed out and its tentacles whipped forward. Sala lunged, holding out her claws in front of her. She sliced down the entire length of the tentacle, enjoying every second of pleasure. She drug her left arm all the way around the side of the beast, slicing deeply into its hide.

Digging her claws deep into the beast, she hooked herself upward and started to climb it, digging into the monster’s hide with every step. She jumped up on top of the monster and dug her claws into it. Green blood spurted about her hands as she slashed wildly at the monster. Pleasure flowed through her body as she felt the monster’s flesh rip and tear beneath her. Every drop of blood spilled was another drop of pleasure for her.

The monster roared and thrashed, trying to throw Sala from its head. It threw itself forward and Sala was knocked loose. She twisted around in mid air and hit the ground on all fours, facing the beast, she slid back slightly.

“Sala? What is happening to you?” Flora asked, looking at Sala, who was crouching on all fours. Her hair fell about her face and she smiled, bearing her fangs. Other than her two long fangs, the rest of her teeth had become more or less pointed somehow.

“I feel so…ALIVE!” Sala screamed, lunging forward.

She leaped into the air, flying straight at the beast. It opened its mouth wide and she flew straight between its rows of razor teeth. It chomped down and she was thrown into darkness inside it. She never stopped moving, slashing madly around her. She cackled and laughed as the pleasure of battle climaxed inside her chest. Sala cried out and gave one powerful slash with both hands.

She burst into light as she slashed out the back of it. Covered in blood, she hit the ground behind the monster as it was groaning in pain and falling forward. Blood dripped down her arms and off her claws. She breathed heavily as the tails of her orgasm fluttered away. She felt a warmth inside her and a wetness between her legs. Her head was still in the clouds when she realized that she couldn’t pull in a proper breath any longer.

She turned and dashed for the shield, feeling her chest tighten from the lack of oxygen. Sala gasped and sucked in a wonderful breath of life as she stepped through the shield. Flora and Peter were on their feet and Mick sat against the tree, rubbing his head.

“Sala…what are you…?” Flora asked, looking at her.

“What do you mean by that, I’m me sis.” Sala said, slightly exhausted from her battle.

“I mean, look at yourself. You’re not you…your so…different.” Flora said, taking a step back as Sala approached.

Sala found a nearby puddle and looked at herself. She was indeed different and she couldn’t blame Flora for her reaction. Her hair was a few inches longer and streaked with silvery-white hair. Her eyes were amber and had cat-like pupils. The same two teeth that had been short fangs before were now considerably longer. The rest of her teeth were the same, but sharpened. Inch long claws protruded from the ends of her fingers.

“S…Sal…Sala! You have a…have a…a…a…” Flora stuttered.

“A what?” Sala asked, turning around to face them.

“A…Tail!” Flora shrieked.

“I do?” Sala said curiously, trying to look behind her.

This only ended in her spinning circles, trying to see behind her. Sala realized how stupid she must look, so she stopped, reached behind herself and shrieked as something fuzzy brushed her hand.

“Try…Try and move it.” Flora said, stepping closer to her.

Sala looked down at her left hip and seemed to be concentrating on something.

Suddenly a matted cat’s tail brushed around her hip and she touched it tentatively. It was about three feet long and was a little sensitive to the touch. It protruded from the base of her spine, right above her butt. She flicked it around and let it fall behind her. It, as with the rest of her, was splattered in the monster’s blood.

“This is so strange. How did this happen?” Peter asked as Sala walked back over to them.

The other three were uncertain around this new Sala, but Mick refused to show it, Flora didn’t want to hurt her sister’s feelings and, for some reason, Peter was only turned on more by this new change.

“I don’t know, it’s so strange. I feel so good…but this is different. Besides the tail and the claws, I think more of me has changed. I feel stronger, faster. I couldn’t tell you why this happened, or how, but I know that I like it.” Sala said, looking at her claws.

Suddenly, the claws retracted back until they were flush with the end of his finger. They looked like sharp fingernails now.

“Come on, lets get you cleaned up.” Flora said, nodding towards the monster and past it.

Mick groaned and got to his feet. Peter took the Crystal Chalice and they walked around the monster, towards the Myrrh Tree. Peter set it down on the pedestal beneath the tree.

The Crystal began to glow again and Myrrh started to congregate at the tip of the tree. It collected into a beautiful shining orb and it fell. It hit the Crystal and was sucked in, filling the Chalice to almost full. Peter sighed as he saw the Myrrh level rise.

“There’s a creek over here if you want to clean up.” Flora said, pointing outside the barrier.

Peter grabbed the Chalice and they walked over near the creek. Sala stepped down into the deep water that reached her tail. She shivered as the water swirled around her. Sala sunk to her knees and let the water rush past her, taking the green blood with it. She dunked under the water and ran her fingers through her hair behind her. She shook underwater and stood up, taking a breath of fresh air. The blood was completely washed away and she climbed out of the water.

Stepping out of the water, she rung out her hair and awkwardly slicked the water from her tail.

“Its white, look at that, bright white!” Sala said, flicking the end of her tail back and forth until it was dry. The fur was soft and velvety smooth. She twitched it around and let it stand straight up behind her.

“Sala, put your tail down. It’s holding up your skirt.” Flora said, seeing Sala’s bare ass and her thong.

“Wha…Oh yea.” Sala said, lowering her tail. It hung behind her, twitching back and forth between her legs.

“Come on, I need to rest…” Mick huffed, getting to his feet.

As they walked back through the forest, Sala started think about herself, about her body. She looked down at her fingers. The claws weren’t really noticeable; her fingers just looked like abnormally sharp, white fingernails. She focused on them and tried to extend the claws. A strange sensation in her fingers and she saw the skin around the claws move strangely. The claws extended back out to an inch long and razor sharp. It seemed strange to see sharp cat-claws in the end of her fingers. The claws retracted back into her fingertips.

“Are you okay sister?” Flora broke the silence, looking over at Sala.

“How would you feel if you were suddenly a cat girl with…A tail!” Sala said, whipping her tail around her waist, “It’s a little nerve wracking.”

“I get that, I was just wondering if you were okay. I’m worried about you.” Flora said, stepping closer to Sala.

“I’m not trying to be short with you. It’s just that the realization of this has hit me pretty hard. I just need to get some sleep.” Sala sighed, wrapping her hands around herself. Her tail curled around her waist of its own accord.

“You got to admit, that tail is pretty cute.” Flora said, reaching out uncertainly.

Sala flicked the tail over to her hand and it curled around her palm and wrist.

“It’s so soft…” Flora said, carefully closing her hand over the fuzzy tail.

“That tickles.” Sala giggled as Flora rubbed her tail.

They walked in silence back to the Caravan. Either the monsters instinctively feared Sala now because she had defeated their overlord or they were still scared, but they didn’t see any on their way back to the Caravan.

The small group was quick about mounting the Caravan and starting off for a nice camp site a short ways away.

*******

It was close to a week later when they finally made it back to Marr’s Pass. It had been a rough trip back, not for the other three, just for Sala. Her natural nymphomania seemed to be amplified with the previous transformation. Before that, Sala wasn’t actually needing sex or orgasms, she just enjoyed them so much that she loved having them whenever possible. After it though, she felt an aching urge in the back of her head for it, she needed it horribly. However, Sala tried to live up to her sister’s rules. She tried her hardest to avoid masturbating at night and she couldn’t think of anything else by the time they got to Marr’s Pass.

As they walked into town, Sala was sweating slightly and her tail flicked back and forth. It was taking all of her will power not to jam her hand between her legs and stick whatever she could into herself.

They left the Caravan in the stables right inside town.

“What are we going to do now?” Peter asked, looking around the small street.

“Mick, can I have some Gil, I’m going to get us a room at the Inn.” Sala said, trying not to shake.

“Um…Ok, here. It should cover at least one night.” Mick said, giving her a small handful of coins.

“See you guys later.” Sala said, walking off quickly in the direction of the center of town. Her tail flicked around behind her as she walked.

Her only thoughts were to reach that inn, get a room and masturbate as much as she possibly could. Her entire body was shaking by the time she reached the Inn five minutes later. Sala hurried inside.

“H…Hello…” The Innkeeper said uncertainly as he saw Sala’s strange looks, fangs and her desperate look.

“I need a room.” Sala said, walking up to the counter.

“Um…ok, ten Gil per night.” The Innkeeper said.

“Here.” Sala said, dropping the handful of Gil on the counter.

“Last room at the end of the third floor.” The Innkeeper handed her a key.

“Thank you.” Sala said as she turned for the stairs.

She was up both sets in a flash and into their room. Shutting the door behind her, she locked it and sighed happily. There were two plush beds in the room with a single table between them. Sala walked quickly over to one of them and sat down on the edge of it, carefully flicking her tail downward, to be pressed between her ass.

She spread her legs and started to rub the outside of her panties. The first touch was like a bucket of water thrown onto a fire. The aching was cooled and pleasure exploded like a volcano through her body. Her body still screamed for an orgasm, but it didn’t hurt anymore. She cried out loudly at the first touch.

Sala laid back on the bed and felt between her legs. Her pussy was like a sauna, burning hot and sopping wet. She pushed her panties aside and shoved two fingers into herself. A loud cry followed by a soft moan and Sala was smoothly fingering herself. The last minute had been like a solid orgasm to her. Because of her sexual deprivation, her need had become so bad that she was literally shaking for an orgasm.

Her fingers moved rapidly and her tail whipped back and forth beneath her hand. She felt her juices running like a flood as she masturbated madly with two fingers.

Her first orgasm erupted through her and she screamed in ecstasy. Her pussy sprayed across the bed like a fountain. Sala sighed and stretched her arms out. Her tail started to move of its own thoughts again, curling over, it started to rub her hot dripping pussy softly. It wasn’t as good as her fingers, but it kept her pussy dripping as her orgasm fluttered out.

She dug her fingers back into herself and continued.

*******

It was over an hour and twenty orgasms later when there was a knock at the door.

Sala stumbled to her feet. Even though she had cum more than she could count, the desperate sexual need still boiled inside her. It was as bad as ever, driving her to finger herself into a string of solid orgasms.

She was completely naked when she reached for the door. Sala opened it and stood back. Flora stood in the doorway, smiling.

“Sala…Sala, what’s wrong?” Flora asked as she saw the pained look on Sala’s face.

“Flora! Oh thank god you’re here. It’s so bad…I can’t do anything. I’ve cum and cum and it just won’t go away.” Sala said, pulling her sister into a tight hug.

“What are you talking about?” Flora asked, closing the door behind her.

“You’ve got to help me. Make me cum Flora. Something has to make it go away.” Sala said, pulling at Flora’s clothes, trying to get them off.

“Sala! What are you doing…Sala! Stop it!” Flora grunted, trying to stop her.

Sala cried out and fell backward, stumbling, she hit the floor.

“Are you okay?” Flora asked, dropping to her side.

“I just want it to stop…” Sala balled, tears streaming down her face.

“What to stop?” Flora asked, crouching over her.

“The need Flora, the need. Since we left the forest I’ve tried not to masturbate and until now, I haven’t. It just got so bad I couldn’t stand it any longer. It hurts Flora, I need someone else to give me an orgasm. I can’t get it to stop on my own.” Sala whimpered, grabbing Flora’s arms weakly.

“But we’re sisters…I can’t do that…Maybe if I could go find Peter…” Flora said, starting to get up.

“Flora…please…” Sala moaned, her arms falling off Flora’s.

“Oh god, you’re really hurting aren’t you…fine…but just this once.” Flora said, grabbing the bottom of her shirt. She pulled it off and tossed it away.

Flora was fairly flat chested, but something about it gave her a sexy innocent look. She laid down topless and crawled towards Sala.

“Oh lick me sister…hurry…” Sala moaned, spreading her legs wide.

“Uh…um…ohhh…” Flora said, looking at her sisters pussy. She was in no way attracted to women and the only thing driving her forward was her care for her sister.

She bent down and stuck her tongue out awkwardly. She closed her eyes as it met Sala’s slit and she pulled upwards, dragging her tongue through her slit. Sala cried out pleasurably and she arched her back suddenly. The touch of another was exactly what she needed and it helped immediately.

Flora, against all her inhibitions, actually enjoyed the taste of the first lick. She licked Sala again, wondering if it had been her imagination. As her tongue slid through her sisters wet pussy, she realized it hadn’t. Her sister had actually tasted fairly good. She licked her again and again, strangely turned on at the taste of her sister’s slit and the sound of her sister’s moan.

“Oh Flora…this is so good…mmm…deeper…” Sala moaned, rubbing her large breasts. Her cat-tail flicked around beneath Flora. Sala guided it up and around Flora’s neck. The long white tail draped around her neck as she licked Sala. The tip of it flicked around on the other side of her neck.

“Why do you taste so good?” Flora asked, looking up at Sala.

“Mrreow…I don’t know…” Sala meowed.

“Did you just…?” Flora started.

“Yes, please don’t stop.” Sala said, reaching down, she split her lips open.

A strangely enticing smell radiated from Sala and Flora couldn’t help but lean down and keep licking her. Sala moaned and cooed, enjoying every time her sister touched her. Flora was likewise, enjoying every scent and taste that came from Sala.

“Oh…Oh…Mmmm…Oh god…Oh Flora…Ooooh…I’m cumming!” Sala moaned and cried, jerking about slightly.

Sala cried out and squirted into Flora’s mouth and down her chin. Flora coughed and pulled back, Sala squirted two more large gushes across the floor, making an impressive puddle.

“Wowwww…” Flora chuckled, leaning up.

Sala felt so good, she didn’t want to move, she didn’t try to move and she just wanted to stay in that orgasm forever. All need, all desire and all ache was gone from her body. She felt better than she had in a week. She sighed and her tail flicked back, rubbing along her pussy softly.

“Thank you…It was so…good…” Sala sighed, letting her tail continued to rub along her pussy.

“I think I deserve a better thank you than that.” Flora said, pushing down her panties and stockings. She kicked away her shoes and stood above Sala.

Her tits were sticking up on her tiny breasts and her pussy was damp. She had a cute patch of pubes above her pussy.

“Ooh, sister, I thought you didn’t like this.” Sala said, sitting up.

“Shut up and give me an orgasm.” Flora said, slightly embarrassed, she sat down on the edge of the bed.

“You sure are cute…” Sala said, crawling over to her on her hands and knees. Her tail was sticking up in the air and she smiled, showing her fangs.

Flora laid back embarrassingly, disbelieving what she was having her sister do. Sala put her hands on Flora’s thighs and she jumped slightly. She leaned in and ran her tongue through Flora’s little slit.

“Ohh…So…this is what…it feels like…mmm…good…” Flora moaned, rubbing her tiny breasts.

Sala smiled and flicked her tongue quickly over Flora’s little clit. She gasped and moaned it out. Sala pressed her lips to Flora’s lips and dug her tongue in deep. Her tongue swirled around inside Flora, making her moan louder and breath faster.

“Oh god sister…don’t stop…” Flora moaned and Sala felt her hands on the back of her head.

Sala dug her tongue in deeper and deeper, swirling it around inside her sister’s tight pussy. Flora squeaked as Sala’s tongue pressed against the walls of her vagina.

“Oh god…oh…oh…I’m…I’m cumming!” Flora moaned, cringing up. She brought her knees up and put her arms around Sala’s head.

Her body shook and shuddered as she came. There was a small squirt of juice into Sala’s mouth. She swallowed and stood up, smiling at Flora. Flora was lying back, arms stretched up above her, she breathed heavily and sighed.

Sala clambered onto the bed and cuddled up next to Flora.

“Thank you so much Flora. You helped me so much…” Sala whispered into Flora’s ear before she kissed Flora’s neck.

“Your tongue felt great too.” Flora whispered back.

“Let’s do it again some time.” Sala said, running her hand down her body. She reached Flora’s crotch and ran her fingers down her slit.

“Oh! Ohhh…Sala…Not now…I’m not like you…I need a rest.” Flora said, turning to her.

“Ha…fine.” Sala said, flicking her tail over herself. She ran it down Flora’s side and tickled her.

Flora giggled softly and she clambered up the bed to the pillow. Sala climbed up to her and pulled the blankets up over both of them. Flora turned away from Sala and pulled the pillow beneath her head.

“Good night sister.” Flora mumbled.

“Good night.” Sala said, cuddling up against Flora, she wrapped an arm and her tail around Flora. Something about their naked closeness was extremely calming to both the sisters and they fell asleep together quietly.

Chapter 5 – Marr’s Pass

Sala opened her eyes and yawned, stretching out luxuriously. She stretched her arms, pulling her legs up and stretched out completely.

Flora, who was curled up next to her, shivered and opened her eyes. She looked at Sala and smiled. They were still lying naked in the bed at the Inn. Flora laid her arm across Sala’s stomach and cuddled up next to her. Sala pulled the blankets back up over them and looked around the room.

Mick was passed out on the bed and Peter was sleeping sideways at the foot of Mick’s bed.

“Did the boys make it home?” Flora asked sleepily, cuddling her face into the crook of Sala’s neck.

“They’re both out cold on the bed over there. Did you enjoy your night?” Sala asked, twitching her tail between her legs. It curled back and flicked against her soft pussy. The velvety hair tickled the outside of her slit and sent a tingle up her spine.

“It was fine, just don’t expect me to do that very often.” Flora said, “I still don’t like incest.”

“If you say so.” Sala chuckled, flicking her tail over her thigh. She slid it towards Flora and started to tickle around her pussy. Flora giggled and tried not to laugh.

“Sala…stop it, that tickles.” Flora giggled, feeling the fuzzy tail tickle her crotch.

“Fine, I’m going to go get breakfast.” Sala sighed, pulling her tail back.

“Grab something for me would you?” Flora sighed sleepily, curling up against the pillow as Sala slipped out of the bed.

“Sure.” Sala mumbled, collecting her clothes. She just clipped on her skirt and put on her bra. Her tail flicked around behind her as she walked out of the room, careful not to shut the door on her tail.

She walked down the stairs, tail bobbing along behind her. She walked down the second set of stairs and a man at the bottom stopped, staring up at Sala. He blushed as he looked up her skirt from the bottom.

“Enjoy the view?” Sala asked as she reached him at the bottom.

“I…Uh…Um…I…I…” He stuttered in coherently.

Sala smiled deviously and teased him with her tail as she passed. She walked down the bar to the Innkeeper and went to sit down on a stool. She squeaked and jumped when her rear touched the cold wood. She jumped up and pulled her skirt beneath her butt. The skirt itself only reached a few inches below the bottom of her beautiful rear. If she was to bend over, it would be pulled up high enough to show most of her backside.

“Sorry about yesterday, I was just in such a hurry that I must’ve seemed crazed.” Sala said to the Innkeeper, crossing her arms on the counter in front of her.

“No, It’s…it’s okay, I get some strange characters in here some time. It’s just that your…appearance startled me. Do you need something?” The kind Innkeeper asked.

“Yes, I was wondering what you had for breakfast.” Sala said, running her hands through her hair to straighten it out behind her.

“Striped apples, Gourd potatoes and beef. Whatever you can make with those, you can have.” The Innkeeper said, “And we’ve got some Spring Water, Ale and Milk.”

“Can I have two Striped Apples and a slab of beef, medium rare. Also, two glasses of milk. I left my money in my room, but I’ll pay you when I come back down.” Sala said, shifting slightly because she pinned her tail behind her when she had sat down on her skirt. She flicked it out and wrapped it around her waist, beneath the skirt.

“I’ll start you a bill, the meat will be ready in a few minutes if you wait, I had one on the grill already.” The Innkeeper said, nodding to the kitchen behind him.

“I’ll wait, can I have a glass of milk?” Sala asked.

“Of course, fresh in from the Fields of Fum. Just got it in yesterday.” The Innkeeper said, “Back in a second.”

He pulled up a hatch behind the bar and walked down a set of stairs into a cellar. He came back up in a second, carrying a small barrel of milk with a tap in the end of it.

“I don’t know what they feed those cows, but this milk can sit in my cellar for weeks and never spoil or go sour. Don’t worry, this is a fresh barrel.” The Innkeeper said, hefting the barrel up onto a barrel stand. He grabbed a glass and filled it with milk.

Sala took it and looked at the frothy white drink. For some reason she had been craving milk all morning, even though she never really liked it before. She took a drink and, for some reason, it tasted unusually good, considerably sweeter than normal.

It was then that it dawned on her. Her cat tail, the claws, the fangs and now a taste for milk; she was becoming incredibly cat-like. Suddenly it hit her, like a bolt of lightning.

What if she became a cat, if this transformation continued, it was a possibility.

“Are you okay lass?” The Innkeeper asked, looking at Sala.

Sala’s hand was shaking and she was gripping the glass tightly.

“I just thought of something rather unpleasant. I need to get back to my room.” Sala said, setting down the glass of milk.

“Well, the beef is nearly there, I’ll have one of the girls bring it up to your room along with the rest of your food.” The Innkeeper said jovially.

Sala turned shakily and forced herself to walk calmly upstairs. Her hand was shaking horribly when she turned the knob and walked into the room. Running forward, she fell onto the bed next to Flora, sobbing hysterically.

“Sala, Sala what’s wrong? Why are you crying?” Flora said, suddenly sitting up.

She pulled the blankets up to her chest self-consciously.

“Oh Flora, what if it doesn’t stop? What if I keep changing?” Sala balled, grabbing Flora’s arms. Tears streamed down her face.

“Then we’ll deal with that too, It’ll be alright. You’ll always be my sister.” Flora said comfortingly, she wrapped an arm around Sala.

“But what if I turn into…into a cat…?” Sala whimpered, cuddling up to Flora.

“You won’t, what makes you think you’ll change any more than this?” Flora said, wrapping her arms around her hysterical sister.

“What is going on?” Mick asked sleepily, turning over to look at them. Peter sat up, rubbing the sleep from his eyes.

“Sala is worried that this isn’t going to stop, that she’s going to turn into a cat.” Flora said, still trying to comfort Sala.

“What’s to say she won’t, we don’t even know what’s happening to her.” Peter said, looking at Sala.

Sala looked at Peter, a look of horror on her face. She whimpered and started to ball louder, burying her face in Flora’s chest.

“Peter! Your not helping damn it!” Flora snapped angrily.

“Sorry, I’m just stating the truth.” Peter shied away.

Mick kicked him and shoved him off the bed.

“Since when does Peter know what he’s talking about, you’re going to be fine. Just cry it out, you’ll feel better soon.” Mick said comfortingly.

“What did I…?” Peter started.

“Peter, shut up!” Mick and Flora yelled in unison.

Sala cuddled with Flora, crying softly, while Flora ran her fingers gently through her hair. A knock at the door broke the silence. Mick got to his feet and answered it.

A young maid stood at the door with a platter in her hands. A large steak encircled with a few apples and a half a dozen glasses of milk sat on it. A handful of forks and knives sat on it with a number of small plates.

“What’s this for?” Mick asked, taking the tray from her.

“A nice young woman from this room ordered this.” The maid said, smiling pleasantly.

“Well thank you.” Mick said, pushing the door closed with his foot. He set the tray down on the table between the beds.

“Sala, breakfast is here.” Flora said, removing her arm from around Sala. Sala sat up on the edge of the bed. Her eyes were puffy and red, she still sniffed occasionally.

“Mick, Peter, turn around.” Flora said, seeing their eyes wander towards her.

“Why?” Peter asked.

“Because I’m naked you ass, now turn around.” Flora snapped, glaring at him.

The boys turned around and Flora got out of bed. She quickly grabbed and pulled up her panties before throwing her dress-like shirt over her head.

“Ok.”Flora said, walking around the bed, she sat down next to Sala.

“This looks delicious. Mick said, cutting a chunk off the steak. He cut an apple in half and put them on another plate.

“Do you want something?” Flora said quietly to Sala.

She shook her head slightly.

“Come on, you’ve got to have something.” Flora whispered, putting an arm around her.

“Some milk…” Sala said quietly.

Flora handed her a glass and Sala sipped at it quietly.

“You know, you really are cute like that.” Flora said kindly, putting her arm around Sala’s waist.

Sala’s tail flicked up and curled around her arm. She took another drink of milk and started to smile.

“What am I doing?” Sala suddenly said, looking up at them. Her eyes were bright and she was smiling.

“Drinking milk?” Mick said uncertainly.

“No, I mean, wallowing in pity. I shouldn’t be so down about this. It’s not like I’m dying. Worst case, I become a village pet, get some fish and…oooh…fish sounds good.” Sala said, suddenly looking away.

“Oh Sala, I’m so glad your back to normal!” Flora said, throwing her arms around Sala.

“So what brought this sudden revelation?” Mick asked.

“I don’t know, milk? I just realized that I shouldn’t be so down about something so trivial. I’m going to go for a walk!” Sala said happily.

“Mind if I come along?” Flora asked, standing up.

“Sure sis, I’m going to go down to the water and try and catch a fish though.” Sala said as she downed the last of her milk.

“I’ll just take an apple.” Flora chuckled, grabbing one off the plate. She pulled up her stockings, got her shoes on and strapped her sword to her waist.

“We’ll be here.” Peter said through a mouthful of steak. The men had eaten over half of it and they were showing no signs of stopping.

“This is so delicious!” Mick said, cutting off another chunk of meat.

“Come on sis, let’s go.” Sala said, walking out the door.

Flora walked out after her and a second later, Flora was pushing her back into the room. Sala was huffing and whining as Flora pushed on her.

“Put on your underwear!” Flora said, pointing at the thong on the ground.

“Fine.” Sala huffed. She stepped over it and pulled it up to the base of her tail.

*******

Sala and Flora walked happily down the path towards the water. Marr’s pass was on the edge of a twenty foot canyon that had a happy little river trickling down it.

They slipped down the path and onto the shore.

“So are you actually okay or are you just putting up a picture?” Flora asked as they sat down on the shore.

“I don’t know what it is, but I am actually okay with this. I mean, look at me, I’m a cute kitty! What could be more cuddly?” Sala said joyfully, “Are you alright with this sis?”

“Well…I…Um…you must admit it’s a little weird.” Flora admitted.

“I never said it wasn’t weird, I just wanted to know if you were okay with me staying in the Caravan. If need be, I’ll stay in the village patrol group, I don’t mind.” Sala said, sliding down into the water.

“Sala! Is that how you feel. Do you think that, just because of this change, I don’t love you anymore. That I don’t want you around anymore? How dare you? You could turn into a monster and I would still love you all the same!” Flora snapped, staring at Sala.

“Well, I just didn’t know. I mean, look at me. I’m not normal.” Sala said, holding up her hands. Her claws extruded out to an inch long and she waded down to her waist in the river. Her tail flicked about angrily as it sank beneath the water.

“You’ve never been normal and that’s what I love about you. You don’t care what people think about you. No matter what people say, you keep pushing on with a big smile on your face.” Flora said, caring about her sister.

“I love you too sister.” Sala said quietly, swirling her tail softly through the water. Her hands slipped beneath the water smooth and softly, not making any ripples whatsoever.

“Good, I don’t want you ever to think you aren’t welcome. We’ve only got one more tree to go and it’s going to be quick and clean trip home. This year has been quick and wonderful. I can’t remember the last time we got the chalice full in less than a month. It usually takes upwards of a month or more.” Flora said, “But I suppose it’s got you to thank, we’ve defeated two big creature and gotten two drops of Myrrh.”

“Well I…” Sala stopped and suddenly lunged downward. She came back up with a fish flopping weakly, speared on the claws on her right hand, “…Am happy I could be of help. Do you want some fish?”

“Noooo…I am alright!” Flora said, holding up her hands.

“More for me.” Sala said, stepping out of the river.

She brought the fish to her nose and sniffed it. It smelled delicious as is. Without thinking, she bit a huge chunk out of the side of the fish, pulling a large piece of raw pink flesh from it. She chewed happily, enjoying the rich flavor seeping through her mouth as she chewed.

“You’re not even going to cook it?” Flora said, looking at her as she took another bite.

“Cat-girl.” Sala said simply, sitting down on the shore next to her sister.

They sat on the shore, chatting and laughing happily for the next ten minutes while Sala ate her fish. She chewed it down to the bone and tossed what was left into the river.

“Good?” Flora asked.

“Delicious.” Sala said, licking her lips happily, “I can only think of one thing that tasted better.”

“What’s that?” Flora asked, looking over at her.

Sala raised an eyebrow and looked at Flora. Her eyes flicked down to Flora’s crotch and back up to her face.

“Oh Sala, you’re horrible!” Flora chuckled, smacking her playfully.

“Hey, it’s the truth! You know…I’m suddenly horny” Sala said, licking her claws clean before she pulled them back in.

“Sala! Oh who am I kidding, let’s go back to the Inn.” Flora sighed, “Ready to go back?”

“Why not, maybe I can find a nice quiet corner to masturbate.” Sala said, smiling. They started back for the Inn.

*******

Sala and Flora stepped back into the bedroom and closed the door. Peter and Mick were were kneeling on either side of the table, arm wrestling.

“Hey, you’re back!” Mick said, looking up.

Peter slammed his fist down and cried out, “I win Mick, take the dishes down to the Innkeeper!”

“Fine, I’ll get it.” Mick said, getting up.

“I’ll go with him.” Flora said and then she whispered to Sala, “I’ll keep him busy for an hour or two.”

Sala looked at her, wondering what she was talking about when she shut the door in her face. She was left in the room alone with Peter.

Alone with Peter…She suddenly realized what Flora was doing.

“So Peter…how are you…?” Sala said, turning to him.

“I…Uh, I’m good.” Peter said, turning to her.

“Really? I can make you feel great.” Sala pressed herself to him.

Peter put a hand on her side and Sala flicked her tail around, wrapping it around Peter’s arm.

“Are we…?” Peter started and Sala cut him off. She leaned up and kissed him deeply. Her tail stuck straight up behind her, showing her happiness.

“Yes, get your clothes off now.” Sala said, pulling off her bra quickly. She tossed away her panties and skirt as well. Her tail curled around her waist and started to rub herself with it.

Peter had his clothes off in a flash and Sala knelt down, still rubbing herself with her tail. She wrapped her hand around the base of his cock and kissed the tip of his cock. Peter twitched at the first touch and she ran her tongue down the side of his cock.

“Mmm…Is that good Peter?” Sala smiled, rubbing his cock.

“Ohh yea…Don’t stop.” Peter moaned, leaning back against the bed.

Sala licked down his cock and wrapped her lips around him. Peter moaned and laid back his head as she sucked his cock. Sala was moving back and forth, rubbing along his shaft. Her tongue explored back and forth, tasting every inch of him. Peter moaned and groaned as she took more of him in. Before he knew it, Sala’s nose was pressed against his pelvis and her tongue was licking his balls.

Pleasure rose and her tail started to get wet as it rubbed around her pussy.

Peter cried out and bucked his hips forward, shoving his cock into Sala’s throat. She pulled back as he came, blowing a heavy load into her mouth. She swallowed and sucked on him, enjoying the taste of the cum. She cleaned the head of his dick off and sat back on her heels.

“That was great.” Peter sighed, lying back on the bed.

“Good, do me next?” Sala asked, leaning on his legs.

“Of course, hop up here.” Peter said, patting the pillows next to him.

Sala leaped up onto the bed and scooted back against the pillows. Peter climbed onto the bed and crawled down to her. He put his hands on her thighs and leaned down to her crotch. Sala gasped and moaned as his tongue drug up through her tight slit.

“Oh yea…Peter…lick your kitty…Mmm…ohh…” Sala moaned lying her head back against the wall.

Pleasure as she had never felt before coursed through her. She suspected it had something to do with her more cat-like body, but it didn’t matter. The only thing that mattered was to further this pleasure. Peter licked her again and she moaned happily.

“Mmm…Mrreow…ohhh…” Sala mewed in a cat-like fashion.

Peter delved his tongue in deeper and Sala moaned louder, arching her back. Peter, who was incredibly turned on by Sala’s moaning and meowing, felt his newly hardened dick press against the bed beneath him. He dug his tongue in deeper, enjoying Sala’s sweet succulent flavor.

“Oh god, Peter, put it in me. Mount me, take your kitty now!” Sala cried.

Peter got up and crawled over her. He guided his large manhood to her slit and he pushed.

Sala cried out loudly as Peter entered her. She quickly wrapped her arms and legs around him, howling loudly. Peter pushed up, burying himself completely inside Sala’s hot wet womanhood.

Sala’s head was in the clouds. Stars popped before her eyes and she could only make inconceivable sounds. She no longer knew where she was or who she was, she only knew that something inside her was a raging torrent of pleasure. Every time Peter even moved, a stronger burst of pleasure exploded through her. Her head lolled to the side and her tongue hung out. Peter wrapped his arms around her and started to ride her faster.

Peter marveled at what was happening. He was giving this girl such an immense pleasure that she was putty in his hands. She shook and shuddered, moaned and meowed, reveling in the pleasure.

Sala came without warning, her pussy squeezing tight around Peter. A torrent of sweet juices squirted around his dick and he pulled out for a second to let it flood out. After a second, he shoved back in her and started to pound harder. Sala was limp on the bed, shuddering with pleasure as her orgasm was drug out by Peter’s shoving.

Her mind was in lala land, having forgotten completely about the entire world. The endless orgasms were emptying her mind and filling it with an essence of pure ecstasy. She couldn’t even move her body, for the pleasure was denying her anything that could possibly interrupt it’s flow.

Peter shoved in and out of her even harder, approaching his own orgasm. He shoved himself completely inside of her and felt his pleasure snap. His orgasm exploded and cum rushed up his shaft. It erupted out into her wet and burning vagina. He moaned as he pumped his thick hot seed into her. It was an extravagant feeling for Sala, feeling all of his hot seed flowing into her.

“Mrrreeoowww….ohhhh…” Sala meowed, feeling him pull out of her. Cum bubbled from her pussy and splattered the bed.

Peter rolled sideways and fell next to Sala, breathing hard.

“Good…?” Peter sighed, looking at Sala’s sweaty face and matted hair.

Sala just breathed heavily and looked at him with a wild look in her eyes.

“I’m guessing yes.” Peter breathed, closing his eyes.

“I’ve…I’ve never had any…anything like it. The orgasms…they were so forceful…and so… plentiful! I couldn’t even…hope to have…counted them…” Sala breathed flicking her tail up between her legs. She started to rub her cum lathered pussy with it.

“How much did I cum?” Peter said, seeing the thick puddle of juice between her legs. Her tail played back and forth across her pussy with cum stringing from it.

“A ton, I can still feel it inside me. It’s wonderful.” Sala said, putting a hand on her pelvis.

“I don’t think I’ve ever cum that much before.” Peter said, looking at Sala’s crotch.

“Well it’s alright with me, I love it.” Sala said, sliding her hand down to her slit, she started to rub around it.

“You want to go again?” Peter asked, sitting up.

“Definitely, let me help you get hard again.” Sala said, turning over. She grasped his flaccid cock and started to suck on it. She tasted her own juices mixed with his sticky cum.

After a minute, he started to harden again and Sala sucked back and released him with a pop. His cock twitched, standing straight up and hard.

“Mount your kitty, you know you want it.” Sala said, turning around. She put her ass in the air.

Peter got up on his knees and put his hands on her ass. Her tail twitched back and forth, showing her anticipation for his dick. Peter rubbed his dick along her pussy and pushed his head in gently. Then, he pulled on her hips and buried himself completely inside her.

Sala’s tail snapped straight up and she cried out loudly. She dropped to her elbows and moaned loudly. Her tail flicked back and wrapped itself partially around Peter’s waist.

“Damn your tight…” Peter moaned pushing himself in and out of Sala.

“So big…so wonderful…ohhh…” Sala moaned as Peter shoved himself in and out of her.

Peter smacked her ass and her tail twitched. He pushed her down into the mattress and kept plowing her tight pussy. Peter reached down and started to rub her tail. He wrapped his hand around the base of her tail and used it to push harder.

“Oh god yesss!!” Sala screamed as she came.

Her tail stood up as pleasure flooded her body. Her pussy squirted and she pressed her face into the bedding. Peter pulled out for but a second before plowing back into her. Sala screamed and came again, losing all control. She would’ve collapsed completely if Peter hadn’t been holding her waist and tail.

“Ow ow ow, let go of my tail!” Sala cried as he tugged on it accidentally.

“Sorry, are you alright?” Peter said as she managed to get her knees to work again.

“Yes, just, don’t grab my tail.” Sala said, pushing back at him to get his dick to push back into her.

Peter took the hint, grabbed her waist and kept fucking. His thick shaft split her again and again, heightening the pleasure. Her pussy made wet, sloppy noises as he plowed her.

“Mrrroowww…mmm…guuuh…ohhh…” Sala meowed, reaching down to rub her clit as he fucked her.

He fucked her into a string of over ten orgasms. She squirted and meowed, shaking with each orgasm. Finally, Peter came again, pumping another large load of semen into Sala’s tight slit. This made her cum again and fall limp on the bed. Peter fell back onto his rear and Sala’s pussy squirted out thick globs of cum.

“Oh god…that was so good…” Sala said, lying her head down on her arms. Her tail laid limply down her crack and between her legs.

Peter watched her breathing softly. As he looked her naked body over, he was astounded to see his penis starting to stand up again. He wrapped his hand around it and started to rub its wet length. He looked down at Sala and saw her tail flick back and forth. He had a sudden idea that made his dick twitch.

Crawling forward, he put his hands on Sala’s ass and started to rub her beautiful cheeks in circles. Her tail flicked out of the way.

“Mmm…that’s nice…” Sala mumbled quietly, turning her head over on her arms.

Peter squeezed her ass and pulled her cheeks apart. Her cute little anus was right between his thumbs. He moved forward and prodded it with his hard shaft.

“Peter! What’re you doing? That’s my…Aaaaahhhh! No, take it out, take it out!” Sala cried as his cock probed into her ass.

“So tight!” Peter moaned, feeling her hot tight insides squeezing him.

“Ow Peter! Ohh, your hurting me!” Sala cried as his cock probed into her.

“I always heard girls like this.” Peter said, pulling back.

“God Peter, if we’re going to do that, at least get me good and wet back there first. Take it slow and warn me first. I’ll try it, but that was mean.” Sala sniffed, looking back at him.

“Sorry, I didn’t know it would hurt.” Peter said, wiping his fingers through the cum covering her pussy. He took his cum covered finger and rubbed it around her anus. He carefully pushed one finger into her and Sala moaned.

“Ohhh…that feels…strange…but good. Put in two…” Sala moaned. A strange tingling of pleasure crept up her spine as he slowly fingered her ass.

Peter pushed a second finger slowly into her ass and she sighed out as it slid inside, easily lubed by the mix of their cum. He started to push his fingers out ever so slightly stretching her ass.

“Mmmm…that’s good…I think I can take you now.” Sala said, reaching back with both hands to hold her cheeks apart, “Don’t forget to lube your Aaaaahhh…dick.”

He had roughly stuck his shaft into her wet pussy and it came back covered in juice. Sala sighed as he pulled out and pushed it against her wet anus. She moaned as the head of his cock pushed into her. Her tail twitched and slowly stood up.

“Ohhh…so much better…aaaahhh…yesss…” Sala moaned as he pushed slowly into her vice-like ass.

“This is a little easier.” Peter moaned, pushing further.

He bottomed out in her ass and Sala moaned as he started to pull back. Once he had pushed all the way into her, her ass was stretched to his size and it was easier movement. It felt wonderful for both of them. Her tail was bouncing back and forth happily, charged by the pleasure soaking through her ass.

“Oh Peter, do me a little faster.” Sala moaned as he started to push back in.

Peter sped up a little bit and Sala moaned loudly. He was moving in and out of her just about every second now; her ass was making sucking noises every time he pulled out.

“Mmmmmrrrowww…” Sala meowed, putting her head back on her arms.

She was pressed into the bed, pinned there by Peter’s dick pushing in and out of her tight ass. It wasn’t like vaginal sex, it had a completely different feel. it wasn’t just pleasure by pressure inside her pussy. It was pleasure from the tension inside her ass. Her ass wasn’t made to be fucked and that’s what made it so pleasing, because it was so tight around his cock.

Peter was humping along fairly fast now, pushing in and out of her as fast as he had been with her pussy. Her ass was stretched out to a pleasing size and it was feeling wonderful.

“Ohh Sala, I’m cumming!” Peter moaned, pushing a little slower.

“Peter, bury it in me…fill me with your cum!” Sala cried.

He pushed down on top of her and she squeaked as his cock probed the deepest parts of her ass. Suddenly a warmth started to fill her from the inside out. His cum was pushing up into her ass, painting her insides in sticky white semen. Sala had a wonderful orgasm as his cum sprayed up into her. Her pussy squirted out beneath his dick and Peter pulled out. He grunted and sticky hot cum splattered across her ass and down her tight slit. Cum bubbled from her gaping ass.

She flicked her tail back and wrapped it around his hot cock twice. It took a second to get the motion right, but there was a contented moan from Peter as her tail started to rub the length of him. Another small spurt of cum jumped out and hit her ass. Peter sighed and sat down; Sala flicked her tail back and twitched it back and forth. She shivered and sat up. Cum spurted from her ass and dripped across the bed.

Sala felt strange for a few moments. In the time her ass was hanging wide open from Peter’s fucking, it sent chills up her spine. Cold air touched deep inside her where it never had before. She turned around to Peter with a contented smile on her face.

“Good?” Peter asked, seeing the smile on her face.

“I feel like someone put hot porridge up my bum but it feels so goooood…” Sala sighed, crossing her legs. Cum stained the bed beneath her, dripping from both her ravaged holes.

She sighed and laid down, lying her head in Peter’s lap. He looked down at her and pushed a hair out of her face.

“This has been a wonderful day.” Sala sighed, flicking her tail up between her legs, it was stick and matted with cum. She sighed and let it fall down on the bed.

She laid in his lap for close to a half an hour, just enjoying their closeness.

“We should probably get cleaned up.” Peter said, looking at the sun outside the window. It had been close to two hours since Mick and Flora had left.

“Probably…I just don’t want to move…” Sala sighed, looking up at the ceiling. Her body still tingled with the tail ends of pleasure.

“Come on, let’s go.” Peter said, rolling out of bed.

Chapter 6 – Mines of Cathuriges

“You’re going to need to wash the bedding in our room.” Peter told the Innkeeper as he handed him another ten Gil. They had used the blanket to clean themselves up as best they could.

“Um okay…” The Innkeeper said uncertainly, pocketing the money.

Sala and Peter walked out of the inn holding hands.

“I think I’m going to go for a dip in the river. I can still feel your spunk inside me.” Sala said, turning towards the bridge.

“I suppose I could come with. I have no idea where Mick and Flora are, but we’ll run into them soon enough.” Peter shrugged, following her.

They walked down the cliff side to the same spot Sala had been just a short while earlier. As they stepped down onto the shore, a familiar voice me their ears.

“Oh Mick…I love you so much…” Flora’s moans met their ears.

Sala looked around and saw the two under the bridge. Flora was riding on top of Mick. They weren’t naked, Mick’s pants were pulled down and Flora’s shirt was hiked up.

“I knew it!” Sala cried, pointing at them, “I knew you two were having sex!!”

“Sala! Peter!” Flora screamed, falling backwards off him.

“Ouch!” Mick grunted as his dick bent strangely.

“What…what’re you doing here…It’s not what it…what it looks like. We were…we were…I…He…” Flora stuttered, making sure her long shirt had fallen down over her waist. She pulled at her crotch, trying to get her panties back in place.

“Oh, hey guys.” Mick said, inching up his pants. He jumped to his feet, “Hows it going?”

“Oh not bad, we just got done doing the same thing and I’d thought we’d go for a swim to clean up. Don’t stop on our account, I’ll look the other way.” Sala said, stepping down into the water.

“Are you kidding me. As if I’d have sex in front of you!” Flora cried, “You are crazed!”

“Whatever sister.” Sala said, leaping into the river.

She swam across it and sat down in chest deep water. Reaching down under the water, she pulled her thong off and stuffed it into the belt of her skirt.

“Sala, what are you doing?” Flora asked, looking over at her.

“Cleaning myself out. You would not believe what Peter did.” Sala said.

“My man, you hit that?” Mick said, looking between Peter and Mick.

“Hell yea and I’ll tell you, that cat-girl body of her’s is no joke.” Peter said, giving Mick a high five.

“You two are unbelievable! I expected better Mick.” Flora cried, stomping her foot.

“Oh lighten up Flora. We have sex all the time, what’s the problem?” Mick said shamelessly.

Flora screamed and stomped off and down the bank.

“What’s her problem?” Mick said, looking at her.

“She doesn’t like to be open about her sex life. I think you may have just had your last quickie with her.” Sala called across the small river.

She was fingering both her holes underwater, letting the cold river swirl through her to clean out Peter’s work. She shivered as the river water cleansed her insides.

“Flora, Flora come back, I’m sorry!” Mick yelled, running down the shore after her.

“Those two are ridiculous.” Peter chuckled, sitting down on the shore.

“Well…Eeep! My sister…ohhh…is a different girl.” Sala squeaked and moaned.

“Sala, are you doing what I think you are?” Peter said, squinting to try and see through the swirling water in the setting sun.

“What do you think. You only emptied a gallon of cum into me.” Sala chuckled sarcastically, standing up.

She stepped up the shore and pulled herself open, letting the water run out and down her legs. It was a strange sensation, the water running out of her. She grabbed her wet thong and bent over to pull it up.

Peter let out a loud whistle, looking at her bare ass as she pulled up her thong.

“Like what you see?” Sala said, looking between her legs at him.

“Damn straight!” Peter chuckled.

Sala smiled and stepped back into the water. She back stroked all the way across the river and sat down in a few inches of water on the other side.

“Come on guys, we need to get going. We’ve spent enough time here.” Flora said, stomping past them.

Mick followed quietly behind. It was apparent that she had shown him what-for and made him shut up. Peter shrugged and fell in step behind them. Sala jumped to her feet and followed behind him.

*******

The sun had been setting when they left Marr’s Pass. They had traveled on through the sunset until they reached a small campsite after dark. Mick unhitched the Papaopamus and let it graze.

Since Marr’s Pass, Flora had been sulking behind the Caravan or hiding inside the Caravan. She was currently sitting inside the Caravan alone. Nobody had tried to talk to her since she had raged under the bridge and forced them out of town.

The boys and Sala sat around a small fire together.

“So what’s wrong with Flora anyway?” Peter asked bluntly.

“I don’t know, I wish I knew so I could help. I love the girl, but I swear that she doesn’t love me. She only shows it when we have sex and she’s so secretive and paranoid about that. I’ve asked her to go out with me more than once and she never gives me an answer…I just don’t know.” Mick sighed, tossing a stick into the fire.

“Flora’s not a normal girl. She’s so wrapped up in her own insecurities that it’s impossible for anything else to get in. Let me go talk to her and see if I can do anything.” Sala sighed, getting up.

She walked across the small campsite that was encased by the Chalice’s barrier to the Caravan. She stepped around to the back of it and heard a noise from inside.

Flora was crying.

Climbing up, she pulled the curtains out of the way and stepped inside. Flora’s head jerked up when she heard Sala step inside. Her eyes were red and puffy, tears dripped down her face.

“Flora, what’s wrong?” Sala said, kneeling down in front of her.

“Go away…” Flora said, looking at her teary eyed.

“Flora, tell me. I want to know what’s bothering you.” Sala said quietly.

“You! Okay, you’re what’s wrong with me! Ever since you joined this Caravan, everything has gone to hell! Just go back outside. I don’t want to talk.” Flora cried, turning quickly away from her.

“What are you talking about, what have I done? Is this about Peter? Do you want me to stop sleeping with him?” Sala said, trying not to get angry.

“Before you came, this was an easy trip. It was a simple thing to go collect Myrrh and come back. You have made it so difficult! You are distracting them, you’re annoying me and you’re just…just getting in the way!” Flora cried, burying her face in her knees. She balled louder.

“Flora, what are you saying…? I…I…how could you…I only wanted to help!” Sala cried, feeling a lump in her throat.

“Well, it’s the truth. I…you…just…just go back out there and be with your…sex toys!” Flora screamed pointing angrily at the curtain.

“Is that what this is about? Is my sleeping with Peter affecting you that much? If it does, I’ll stop. I swear I won’t sleep with him anymore.” Sala said, sitting back, she crossed her legs.

“I don’t care about Peter!” Flora sobbed, crying into her hands.

“That’s it…isn’t it? It’s Mick, what’s going on with you two? Is it because we walked in on you this afternoon?” Sala said, touching Flora’s arm.

“No! It has nothing to do with that. It’s you okay! You and your…your…whoring!” Flora howled, throwing Sala off.

“Whoring! Wait just a minute! You…you think I’m going to try and take Mick from you? How…how could you…? I would never do that to you!” Sala said, putting her hand back on Flora’s shoulder.

“It’s not you, it’s your body! Your nudity and your uncaring about who sees you. It’s not just about your own embarrassment, men fall for you and forget about who loves them. Mick doesn’t even act like he loves me anymore!” Flora yelled at Sala.

“You…You little…You’re so wrapped up in your own emotions that you can’t even see what’s in front of your face. Mick, he loves you! He doesn’t care about me. He said it himself, he loves you, but you’re too afraid to come out and admit you want a relationship with him.” Sala yelled.

“I shouldn’t have to! If he really wants me, he shouldn’t go off after little…cats! He was just eying you today, it’s all he could look at. No matter how much I try and make him love me, he won’t!” Flora yelled.

“You’re just sleeping with him and waiting for a sudden relationship to appear! It doesn’t work that way! You’re so worried about getting hurt and about what other people think that you just want him to love you and…and…I don’t know! You have to tell him!” Sala yelled angrily.

Flora just looked at her and her eyes started to tear up again. She collapsed forward into Sala’s arms, balling loudly.

“But…but…what…what if he…he rejects me…? What if he…just wants…me for my body…?” Flora whimpered and cried in her arms.

“Are you crazy? Mick loves you. You just have to go out there and tell him.” Sala whispered, running her fingers through Flora’s hair.

“But how…? I mean…I don’t know what to do…what if I mess up…?” Flora sniffed, looking up at Sala.

“Oh sister, you…You know what, let’s go out there together. I want you to tell him right now. Just go out there, wrap your arms around him and say that you love him. Just do what you feel in your heart.” Sala said, helping Flora sit up.

“I…I don’t know about this…” Flora sniffed as Sala forced her to stand up.

“Do you love Mick?” Sala said sternly.

“Well I…Um…” Flora started to stutter.

“Do you love him?! Do you want to be his forever and he be yours forever!” Sala snapped, startling Flora.

“Y..Yes I do. I want to be with him f…forever.” Flora said.

“Then go tell him that. You want to be his forever!” Sala said, grabbing her shoulders, “I guarantee you cannot go wrong. Whatever you say, he will love you for it!”

“Yes, let’s do it!” Flora said, steadier. She sniffed and wiped her eyes on her sleeve.

“Yes, let’s!” Sala said, stepping towards the curtain.

She leaped out of the back of the Caravan and Flora jumped down behind her. Sala led her quickly over to the fire. The boys looked up at them.

“Mick, Flora has something she wants to tell you.” Sala said sternly.

Mick stood up and stepped towards Flora.

“Mick…I…” Flora wrapped her arms around his waist, “…Want to be yours forever, if you’ll have me?”

“Oh god yes!” Mick said, wrapping his arms around Flora’s waist. He picked her swiftly up off the ground and hugged her to him, kissing her deeply. Flora put her arms around his neck, closed her eyes and kissed back.

“I love you so much…” Flora said, pecking Mick on the lips again.

“I love you too baby. I’m so glad you’ve finally said yes.” Mick said, setting her back down.

“Yes…? What are you talking about?” Flora asked, looking up at him.

“How many times did I ask you to go out with me and you never gave me an answer?” Mick asked, putting his hands on her sides.

“Oh…yea…ummm…a lot?” Flora said embarrassingly, “I didn’t know okay. I couldn’t say anything. I couldn’t bring myself to answer you. It took her to make me come out here and say it!”

“Flora, calm down. I was only joking.” Mick said.

“I must seem a little crazy right now don’t I?” Flora said, looking down at his feet.

Mick put two fingers under her chin and brought her face up to his, “If you weren’t, would I love you?”

Their lips locked again and Mick wrapped his arms around her, embracing her again.

“No, I suppose not.” Flora smiled, kissing her again.

“That’s what I thought. Now, are you doing okay?” Mick asked, looking into Flora’s tear stained eyes.

“Wonderful, I’ve never been so wonderful in my life!” Flora said happily, wrapping her arms around Mick, she laid her head on his chest.

“I don’t know what you said, but thank you!” Mick said, looking at Sala.

“She’s my sister. I know her.” Sala said, shrugging.

“And strangely enough, I love her.” Flora said, putting a hand on Mick’s bare chest.

*******

The Caravan stood in front of the entrance to the Lilty Mine of Cathuriges. It was a depleted Iron Mine that used to be the main source of iron and revenue for Marr’s Pass. Since it was depleted, Marr’s Pass had shrunk into a small village making its living off the skilled blacksmiths that still hung around the town.

The great iron bound wood doors stood fifteen feet tall and ten feet wide each. The right door hung open, sitting sideways on one hinge. In the recent years, some old scavengers reported large amounts of monsters appearing inside. Only one thing causes monsters to appear.

Fresh Myrrh.

“So, we’re going to do this then?” Flora said, looking up at the top of the massive doors.

“You’ve heard the rumors. It’s filled with monsters, which means Myrrh. Enough to fill our Chalice and start our way home. We have finished this trip so quickly, I can’t believe it’s almost over.” Mick said, putting an arm around Flora.

“Well, It’s all thanks to my wonderful sister and her quirky ways.” Flora chuckled, looking over at Sala.

“Come on, let’s go!” Peter said, leading the way inside.

They left the Caravan staked near the entrance. Missy was put on a long rope to graze about the sparse grass growing in the rocky territory around the mine.

The four walked inside, slightly nervous from the look of the cave. It wasn’t entirely dark inside. Old magic torches, bought by the Lilties from the Yukes, still burned in their cages on the ceilings.

“This is a little creepy.” Flora said as they walked down the shrinking cave. It shrunk down to a seven foot square mine shaft. It was clearly a Lilty mine because of the size of the cave. Lilties were small in stature and couldn’t mine much more than six feet high.

Or at least that’s what they thought until they entered the first room.

It was massive, standing forty feet in height and over two hundred feet around. Old rusted scaffolding encircled the entire room, allowing for people to climb to the top of the room. It was brightly lit with dozens of torches all over the scaffolding.

Sala suddenly turned her head. She sniffed the air and here eyes grew wide.

“I…I know that smell…It’s a Cockatrice…” Sala said, sniffing again.

“I don’t smell anything.” Mick said, trying to sniff.

“Nor do I.” Peter sniffed as well.

“She’s a cat-girl remember. She probably has the senses of a cat.” Flora said, looking around.

There was a clinking of claws on metal as something ran around the scaffolding above them.

“So what’s a Cockatrice?” Peter asked, pulling out a sword.

“A foul chicken-like creature whose breath can turn anyone to stone.” Mick said sternly.

There was another clinking of metal, this time closer by in front of them. There was a flash of a shadow across the scaffolding above them and a creature ran down the platform on their right.

“There!” Sala cried, her claws snapping out quickly.

The Cockatrice was a green and gray chicken-like creature that stood about four feet tall at the head. It had small wings and thin legs. Knife-like claws stuck out of its feet. It’s glowing red eyes stood out in the dimly lit cave.

“Be careful. If it gets too close to you, it will trying and breath on you. It’s breath turns living tissue to stone. I’ve never known anyone to fight these creatures.” Mick said, holding out his sword.

The Cockatrice lunged forward at Mick. Mick sidestepped and tried to slash at the creature. It kept running and he missed. Peter took a stab at it and the Cockatrice deftly ran out of the way and circled around. The creature ran with a swift step and exact motion. It spun around and came face to face with Sala.

Sala, having swifter reflexes than her friends, she lunged forward, catching the Cockatrice off guard. She felt the flesh of the Cockatrice under her claws and she kept moving forward. She drug her claws down the side of the stunned Cockatrice, slicing it down the side of its beak all the way to its wing.

Blood spurted from the slash and the Cockatrice gave a pained cluck. It turned angrily to Sala as she was turned away from it. It howled and a strange sensation started to come over Sala’s arm.

There was the sound of crunching flesh and slicing steel. Mick had run his sword through the center of the Cockatrice and Peter had stabbed it in the back of the head.

The damage was already done though. Sala looked down at her side and saw her arm starting to gray from the elbow. It spread down to her fingertips and up to her shoulder. The sensation was strange. It was a tingling and a numbing at the same time. The weight of the stone arm was only too noticeable. She reached around with her left hand and touched the stone.

“Sala!” Flora cried, seeing her groan.

“I’m fine, let’s keep moving.” Sala said through gritted teeth.

“Fine, you’re arm is stone!” Flora said, looking at her arm.

“I still have a good arm. We can keep going. The Myrrh is the important thing here.” Sala said, holding up her left hand.

“How do you plan to fight with that?” Mick said, picking the Crystal Chalice back up.

“I don’t know. I do know that we can’t stop on the account of one bad arm.” Sala said, trying to move her arm. It was stiff and wouldn’t even move at the shoulder.

“Fine, but I don’t want you hurting yourself because of that.” Flora said, poking her stone arm.

*******

They had been walking through the mines for nearly an hour. The only creatures they had come across were a few goblins here and there, but they were ended quickly by the group.

“Sala, are you doing alright?” Flora said, looking back at her sister.

“I’m fine, but my arm feels a little stiff.” Sala chuckled.

“You are insane!” Peter chuckled, looking back at Sala.

“What can I say, I’m stubborn as a rock.” Sala said, making another bad joke, “But I think it’s starting to recede.

The petrified part of her arm had shrank down to beneath her shoulder. She could forcefully lift the arm up now.

They came to a small room and saw a strange glowing object in it. There was a red symbol on the ground and a small pillar of light grew out of it.

“Whoa…It’s a Chalice Pedestal.” Mick said, walking over to it.

“What’s that?” Sala asked looking at it.

“It changes the Crystal atop the Chalice, making it different. I’ve only known of two Chalice Pedestals. A blue one is hidden back in the forest of River Belle and A green one over in cave near the Fields of Fum. I’ve never seen a red one…” Mick said, hefting the Chalice over to it.

He set it on the symbol and it was pulled into the bar of light. There was a flash of bright ruby red light. The Crystal atop the Chalice was now a beautiful ruby and it glowed brightly.

“It increased in size.” Peter said, pointing at the glowing circle of the Chalice.

It did have a ten foot radius, but it was almost doubled in size now, nearly a twenty foot radius. This gave a forty foot circle for them to be safe inside.

“This is amazing, we are going to be able to travel so much easier now.” Flora said, walking around the larger circle.

The air shifted inside the cave and Sala sniffed.

“What is it?” Mick asked, seeing her sniff at the air.

“Goblin, a ton of them.” Sala warned, her left claws came out.

“Only Goblins, we can handle those.” Peter chuckled, holding his spear out.

They walked into a larger room and gasped.

Between forty and fifty Goblins ran around the room. The room looked like an arena. It was a massive rectangle, encircled by dozens of torches. Scaffolding around them acted like bleachers for other Goblins to watch. The moment the Part-Selkie and the Clavats entered the room, they all looked their way. The Goblins yelled and started to make little noises before they swarmed the group.

Mick slashed out at the closest one, lopping it in half. Peter put his spear through two of them at once and Flora was slashing through them with her Falchion.

Sala clubbed one aside with her stone arm and clawed another. It seemed that the more she used the arm, the more the petrification receded. He kept smacking around Goblins with it.

They fought valiantly and skillfully, but there were just too many. The group managed to kill over half of them before the Goblins started to drive them back. Climbing over their dead comrades, the Goblins kept forcing them with their stone swords and stone spears.

“Back to the tunnel, it will keep them from surrounding us!” Mick said, watching the wall of goblins approach. Just about twenty more were lined up in front of them, trying to shove them back. Mick turned to run and found five goblins behind them, jabbing at them with spears.

The whole room shuddered with a loud thump!

Thump!

Thump!

All of the Goblins stopped at once. Looks of fear and terror appeared on their faces. They all scattered, climbing up the scaffolding, into little holes and down other hallways. Within ten seconds, there wasn’t a single Goblin in sight.

Two large doors on the other side of the room exploded outward. They broke off their hinges and hit the ground a few feet from the doorway.

The largest Goblin any of them had ever seen stood there. Easily eight feet tall with arms as big around as Sala and a chest like a mountain, it was a scary sight.

The beast was holding a long sword and a huge staff. It stomped forward and looked down at the four of them.

“Stupid puny men. Die!” The Goblin King said, stabbing at them with his large sword.

The four of them scattered. The larger barrier gave them a much larger area to run around in.

“Stupid tiny things!” The Goblin cried, holding up his staff. A glowing appeared around it.

“Magic!” Mick cried, warning the others.

The Goblin swung at Mick and he rolled out of the way. A small explosion appeared whee the staff hit.

“I hate magic users…” Peter said, holding up his spear.

He threw it and it stuck in the Goblin’s chest. The Goblin howled and reached up to the spear, plucking it from his chest. Blood splattered the ground and he tossed it aside.

“Flora, attack!” Mick yelled, lunging at the Goblin.

He distracted the Goblin King and drove his sword into the beast’s thigh. It howled loudly and punched Mick full in the chest.

“Mick!” Flora cried, swinging her sword at the Goblin King.

She slashed the Goblin King and left a massive laceration in his other leg. The Goblin howled and fell to his knees in pain.

“I’m fine, keep hitting him!” Mick grunted, getting to his feet a few feet away.

Peter picked up his spear and stabbed the beast in his side. The goblin howled again and almost fell over.

There was a rumbling and heat started to radiate from the Goblin King.

“Quick, get back. Get back!” Mick yelled, dropping his sword. He grabbed the Chalice and started to run for the door they entered through. Sala and Flora dropped in behind him. Peter chased after them. Behind them, the Goblin King was engulfed in fire. It started to rumble and burn louder.

As they ran down the hall, there was a great explosion behind them. Fire filled the cave and chased down the hall after them. They leaped out of the way as they entered the room with the Chalice Pedestal. Mick dropped the Chalice and leaped to the side of the doorway. The fire exploded past them, burning out in the room. The temperature rose to unbearable temperatures for a second and then the fire burnt out almost instantly.

“Whoa!” Peter cried, smacking out the fire on his shoulder.

“That was way too close for my tail…” Sala said, flicking her tail around in front of her to check on it. She rubbed it along her stone arm and let it droop back behind her. The stone was down past her elbow now.

“Come on, that must’ve killed the Goblins. I think we’re okay to go get our Myrrh.” Mick said, picking up the Crystal Chalice, which was completely unscathed by the fire.

“I sure hope so. If it survived that, I don’t want to fight it anymore.” Flora said uncertainly as they walked back through the scorched and burnt hallway.

They entered the larger room and saw what they feared.

The Goblin King was standing, fairly burnt, in front of them. When they stepped into the room, the Goblin King twitched and stepped towards them. The step was uncertain and it stumbled. The great beast fell forward, dead as a rock when he hit the ground.

“Talk about luck, I thought we were dead for a minute.” Peter said, prodding at the Goblin King with his spear.

The entire room was burnt and blackened.

“Oh no…Do you think the Myrrh Tree is okay?” Sala said, bringing up their worst fear.

“I couldn’t say, but I would imagine so. The Myrrh trees are a powerful source of magic. It says they grow from the tears of a goddess that cried over the world a thousand years ago.” Mick said, looking around. He kicked at a few rocks and found his sword. The heavy metal was okay, but the leather wrapped handle crumpled into burnt pieces when he picked it up, leaving a bare metal handle and a slightly burnt sword.

“You’re lucky it’s okay.” Sala said, pointing at his sword.

“My sword? I’ve never had any problems before, she’s a tough old girl. I got it from my father and had it reforged six years ago when I joined the Caravan. It’s kind of like my heritage. It’s been broken and beaten, nicked and burnt, but it can always be reforged, repaired and fixed.” Mick said, holding up the sword. he rubbed some of the soot off to show a shiny metal surface beneath it.

“I’m guessing the tree is in there.” Flora said, pointing at a strange green glow that could be seen a long ways down the tunnel across from them. The doors were lying burnt on the ground.

“That was one crazy Goblin though.” Mick chuckled as they stepped around its corpse.

“No kidding.” Sala chuckled.

“Hey, you’re arm’s looking better.” Peter said, prodding the soft skin above her elbow that had been stone just a short while before.

“The more I use it, the more it forces out the petrification.” Sala shrugged.

“There it is, completely unscathed.” Mick said, pointing at the Myrrh Tree.

The ground around the Myrrh Tree and the walls around it were all burned and scarred. The tree glowed brightly, completely untouched by the Goblin’s Fire.

“These trees are still amazing.” Sala said, walking up to the Myrrh Tree as Mick set the Crystal Chalice onto the Pedestal. The tree began to glow and Myrrh started to run down the tree. Peter sat down against the base of the tree and sighed, lying back against it.

Sala reached up and touched the tree as it was glowing. The sensation was like nothing she had felt before. It was such a pleasing feeling that she couldn’t help but smile. It wasn’t a sexual pleasure, it was a calming and soothing. It washed away all her worries and filled her with happiness and hope.

There was a bright flash and Sala stepped back from the tree, removing her hand.

“Sala! Are you okay?” Flora asked as she stumbled back from the tree.

“Wonderful. I don’t know what it is, but I feel so great. The world is just a wonderful place to be isn’t it!” Sala said, smiling widely, “I love you Flora, you are the best sister ever and you too Peter, you are the most wonderful man in my life. Mick, you’re so courageous, I hope you and Flora live long and happy together.”

Sala was smiling and giving each of them big hugs. She couldn’t help but be overjoyed and flamboyant. She wrapped her arms around her sister from behind and put her head on her shoulder.

“Sala, I know your usually happy and crazed, but this is ridiculous.” Flora said, trying to extricate herself from Flora’s arms.

“I love you sis, I just wanted you to know it.” Sala said, her heart bursting with joy.

“It’s because she touched the Myrrh tree when there was Myrrh on the surface. Myrrh is a magic of pure holiness. It is the antonym to Miasma. It has strange but usually wonderful effects on people who touch it. It would seem to have amplified her positive emotions, making her unbearably childish and happy.” Mick said, pointing to her right arm.

“I feel so tingly!” Sala said, her tail bouncing around in the air behind her.

“So how long is she going to be like this?” Flora asked as Sala wrapped her arms around her sister again.

“I’ve only seen one other person touch Myrrh and it took them a few hours to get over its effects.” Mick chuckled at the sight. Flora was trying to walk and Sala had her arms wrapped around her chest and was being almost drug along behind her.

“Sala, come here, leave your sister alone.” Peter chuckled, waving to Sala.

“Ooooh! Do you want to cuddle too?!” Sala squeaked happily, running over to him.

“Sure, why not.” Peter said, holding out his arm.

Sala flopped down next to him and wrapped her arms around his chest. Peter put her arm around her and smiled, seeing Sala simply giddy with happiness. She cuddled up against him and put her head on his chest.

“I’m so happy to be with you all…” Sala said, giving Peter a kiss.

“Hey now, no getting frisky here.” Flora warned, seeing Peter kiss her back.

“Oh but Flora, can’t we? It would be so much fun. We could all do it together!” Sala said, clapping her hands together.

The look on Sala’s face, complete innocent honesty, made Flora almost choke. She laughed, laughed for quite a long time at her sister, laughed until tears came to her eyes.

“What’s so funny?” Sala said, still smiling.

“It was just the way you looked when you said that. I’ve never seen somebody so hilariously happy and innocent about anything like that, especially sex.” Flora chuckled, wiping the tears from her eyes.

“It would seem to have amplified her sexual emotions along with her childish ones.” Mick chuckled.

“So is that a yes?” Sala asked, her eyes bright.

“Nooo, I never said anything of the sort. However, I would like to get back to the Caravan and get a bite to eat.” Flora said, still smiling at her sister.

“Awww…you’re no fun.” Sala said, wrapping her arms around Peter, “Peter, you’ll have sex with me right?”

She looked up into his eyes as if she were asking a parent for a piece of candy. Peter smiled and started to laugh heartily.

“Ah ha ha…Of course honey, I’ll have sex with you tonight.” Peter laughed, tossing his head back.

“Aww, we have to wait…Fine, but the moment we have time, I’m going to suck you off so good.” Sala said happily, kissing Peter again.

“Hey Flora…why don’t you go touch the tree!” Mick started to laugh.

“Mick!” Flora gasped, smacking him, “I’m not a pervert!”

Chapter 7 – A Return To Tipa

Sala was still a little giddy and couldn’t stop smiling as they bounced and rattled down the road towards Marr’s Pass. They had stopped for lunch outside the Mines just before.

It was starting to get late and it was apparent that they wouldn’t make it to Marr’s Pass that day. So Mick stopped the Caravan and they camped in a small field between the Mines and Marr’s Pass. Mick unhitched the Papaopamus and Peter started a small fire. Then campsite was slightly larger because the Crystal Chalice was covering a larger area than usual.

“I can’t believe we’re done already. It’s got to be a record, filling the chalice in less than two weeks. What’s it been, ten days maybe? Then we only have a three or four day trip back. I wish the river was running a little higher this year, I would’ve liked to make a trip over to the Fields of Fum.” Mick said, lying back on the grass. Flora sat next to him, looking into the fire.

“Why can’t we, what’s it matter if the river’s running high?” Sala asked.

“Well, as you know, the Caravan from Fum is equipped to ford a river. Our’s is not. The river right now is just deep enough that we can’t pass through it, but shallow enough that a boat can’t take us. So without building a bridge, nobody but the Fum’s Caravan can get in and out of there.” Mick explained.

“That’s screwed up, why don’t they just build a bridge?” Sala asked, crossing her legs.

“I don’t know, why don’t you go ask them yourselves?” Mick chuckled.

“Fine, and I’m taking the Chalice with me.” Sala chuckled, making a motion to get up.

“The hell you are.” Mick said, looking over at Sala.

They laughed and joked into the night, all of them high on life. Their mission complete, everyone was in great spirits.

“Hey Mick…I’m going to the Caravan, want to come?” Flora whispered into Mick’s ear.

“I…Um…OH! Yes, yes I do.” Mick said, catching on. Flora got to her feet and Mick followed after her.

“It would seem they’re getting frisky already.” Sala chuckled, seeing Mick grab Flora’s ass as she climbed into the Caravan. Flora squeaked and almost fell forward into the Caravan.

“Hmmm…Sounds like a fine idea.” Peter smiled rolling over to look at Sala.

Sala smiled, baring her fangs and she rolled over. Straddling him, Sala put her hands on his chest and bent down over him. Their lips met and Peter wrapped his arms around her. They laid together by the fire, making out for quite some time.

“I love you so much Sala…” Peter sighed, looking into Sala’s amber Cat-like eyes.

“Love you too Peter…” Sala whispered, kissing him again.

Sitting up, Sala pulled off her top and tossed it aside.

“Glorious!” Peter chuckled reaching up to rub her breasts.

“I’ve got a treat for you tonight.” Sala said, sliding down his legs. She pulled his shorts with her and his large member rose up.

“What would that be?” Peter smiled, looking down at her.

Sala bent down and pushed her breasts together around his shaft. She rolled and rubbed them around his cock. Peter moaned in response, letting his head fall back onto his bedroll. Sala smiled, seeing Peter turn to putty in her hands…breasts.

“Does that feel good Peter?” Sala asked, looking at his lost expression.

“God yes, you truly have glorious breasts.” Peter moaned happily.

“Well, how about this?” Sala said, wrapping her lips around the head of his dick. She sucked down on him while rubbing her breasts up and down his cock.

“Fuuuhhh….ohhh…Sala…” Peter moaned, throwing his head back.

Sala sucked on the top three inches of him while she rolled her breasts around the rest of his shaft. Peter was lost. Between the warmth, wetness of her mouth and the soft, supple flesh of her breasts, he grunted and bucked his hips upward.

He came in her mouth and Sala felt hot semen splatter the inside of her mouth. She swallowed and sucked down on him, trying to swallow every drop. There was a squelching sound as she coughed and backed up. He gave one last spray that landed across Sala’s face.

“That felt wonderful…” Peter sighed, looking down at her.

Sala licked up around her lips and cleaned off his cock. Hot semen still stuck in a stripe across her right cheek. She flicked it up with one finger and swallowed it.

“I’m glad, because it’s your turn.” Sala said, unsnapping her skirt. She tossed it aside and stood up. Peter got on his knees in front of her.

“Let me get those.” Peter smiled, grabbing the sides of her thong. He pulled it down and Sala stepped out of one side of it.

“Peter, lick me, lick your kitten.” Sala smiled, pulling at her nether lips.

Peter’s first lick made her shiver, his second made her tingle and his third elicited a loud sigh. Fourth…fifth…sixth…seventh…Sala lost count as the pleasure made her mind foggy. Her entire body tingled from her toes to her ears. Her toes twitched and her tail flicked back and forth. She never got used to or stopped enjoying the feeling of somebody giving her oral. In some ways, she enjoyed it more than sex.

Peter wrapped his arms around her legs and Sala’s tail flicked down and wrapped itself around his arm. She laid her head back and looked at the beautiful stars above her. Her entire body tingled and buzzed with wondrous, heavenly pleasure. Her mind was in the clouds and she didn’t even feel Peter anymore. It was a strange thing when she got so lost in pleasure, she couldn’t feel anything and yet she could feel it all.

Her orgasm came like an arrow in the night. Without warning she gave a meow and a cat-like howl. She shook and her pussy quivered, squirting a little bit over Peter’s mouth. The world came rushing back to her and she gasped. Her knees turned to jelly and she fell forward. Peter tried to hold her up as she collapsed into him, but he only succeeded in them falling back in an entangled pile back on Peter’s bedroll.

“Oh Peter, let’s just go to sleep. We’ll finish later.” Sala sighed, slipping off his chest.

“Really?” Peter said with a tone of sorrow.

“I’m really tired from the past day, please?” Sala asked kindly.

“It’s alright, it’ll make it all the better.” Peter chuckled, crying slightly inside.

Sala smiled and cuddled up with him, wrapping her arms around him as he pulled the blankets up over them.

*******

“Sala…Sala, get up. We’re going to move soon and Peter’s already up.” Flora said, pushing on Sala’s shoulder.

“Fine…fine…” Sala mumbled, rolling onto her back. She opened her eyes to a fiery red sky that was brightening as the sun rose.

“Also, put on your clothes!” Flora said, dropping all of Sala’s clothes onto her face.

“Yes dear sister.” Sala sighed, fishing her thong down to her ankles underneath the bedroll. She pulled it up and threw back the covers. She stood up, clipped on her skirt, pulled her top on and stepped into her sandals.

Sala was the last one to have her stuff in the Caravan and the last one to get a bowl of oatmeal and slices of Striped Apple. She munched contently, sitting on the back of the Caravan as Mick led the Caravan down the road.

“You know, I’m still feeling a little unfinished after last night.” Peter said, walking behind the Caravan.

“Why? We both got the same thing except you got these.” Sala smiled, pressing her boobs together. She picked up her bowl and started to eat again.

“And don’t get me wrong, that was wonderful, but…” Peter started.

“I get it. It’s not like that’s the only time we’ll have sex. If I have it my way, you’re going to be spending a lot of nights at my house until next Caravan season.” Sala smiled, taking a loud crunch out of a Striped Apple.

“Point taken, I’ll shut up now.” Peter said, jumping up to the back of the Caravan. He gave Sala a kiss and dropped back down.

“Smart boy.” Sala chuckled as he jogged to catch up with the front of the Caravan.

Finishing her breakfast, Sala jumped down and walked to the front of the Caravan.

*******

They walked through the day, passing quickly through Marr’s Pass, they continued south for a short ways before the sun started to fall. The sky darkened to a maroon and purple color.

“Sister, would you brush out my hair, I swear its knotted together above my ears. It feels very odd.” Sala asked Flora.

“Of course, let me get my brush.” Flora smiled, rummaging through the Caravan.

Sala sat down by the fire and her sister came and sat down behind her.

“You know, your hair has gotten so smooth, it’s like velvet. It’s so beautiful and full, it’s got such a wonderful snowy white color to it now.” Flora said as she started to brush out her hair.

“More side effects of becoming a cat I suppose.” Sala shrugged.

“Well, if it meant having hair like this, I wouldn’t…” Flora shrieked, scrambling backwards.

“What?” Sala asked, looking back at her.

“E…Ears…” Flora said, pointing at Sala.

“Yes Flora, I have ears.” Sala said, her eyebrows low.

“C…Cat…Cat Ears…” Flora stuttered, getting back up.

“Really? I do?” Sala said, reaching up.

She felt soft Cat ears protruding from the side of her head above where her Selkie ears used to be. They had velvety white hair on the back of them and they were about two inches from base to tip. They pointed upwards at an angle, now freed from her thick white hair. It twitched as she felt them with both her hands. They were thinner and more sensitive than her old ears. They had smooth pink flesh inside them.

“So that would explain why my ears felt strange these past few days.” Sala said, turning around to Flora, “Can you finish brushing my hair please?”

“Um…Yea. Maybe I should stop being surprised by these things.” Flora said, brushing her fingers uncertainly over Sala’s cat ears.

She pulled back Sala’s hair and ran the brush through it. Sala didn’t know why, but it made her head and neck tingle. Something about Flora running the brush through her hair made her feel happy. Her tail flicked up between them, twitching happily back and forth. She closed her eyes and laid her head back slightly, feeling every brush that Flora did.

“Sala…Sala, you’re purring.” Flora said, tapping Sala on her shoulder.

“Mmmm…I…What? I am, oh sorry, it just felt wonderful. I suppose it’s all back to the cat body.” Sala sighed, smiling.

Flora chuckled and went back to brushing her hair. Sala purred for five minutes while her sister brushed out her long white hair. She sighed and laid back on her bedroll while Flora went and put the brush away.

“Now cat ears huh?” Mick said, looking at Sala from across the fire.

“I’m not arguing. They feel like they look pretty cute and I can hear everything going on around us. I don’t know what it is, but once Flora brushed the hair out of the way, it’s like the whole world opened up and let me hear its voice. The fire sounds so more lively. I can hear each of you breathing. I can hear the birds in the trees around us and the grass rustling in the wind.” Sala said, looking around, “It’s amazing.”

“Cat-like hearing. Congratulations. Now you can hear mom and Momo getting frisky in the next room no matter how quiet they are.” Flora chuckled.

“I don’t think anybody needs any special hearing for that. They usually leave the windows open and half of Tipa hears it.” Mick laughed.

“I might have to go join them just so you can hear it too Flora.” Sala smiled, looking over at her sister.

“Oh god Sala, really?” Flora groaned pinching the bridge of her nose.

“I enjoy seeing people cringe over things like that.” Sala chuckled.

“Just go to bed cat girl.” Flora said, batting at one of Sala’s ears, “I am too.”

*******

They rattled down the road, Tipa in the distance. Every inch taller it got in their vision was another inch their hearts grew. They were all giddy with excitement over being home.

“Oh god…I just realized…What am I going to tell mom?” Sala said suddenly, looking at Flora.

“Somehow, I think it’s going to be okay. I don’t think she’ll be that upset with you.” Flora said, looking over Sala.

Since they had left, Sala had grown a tail, claws, longer fangs, cat eyes and now pointed cat ears.

“Maybe you’re right. What could be the worst.” Sala smiled at her.

The tension and their happiness grew as they neared Tipa. It wasn’t a bad tension, it was just that none of them could wait for the ceremony tonight when the elder would purify the crystal for the next year. The entire village would cheer and they would have a wonderful feast in celebration.

It was always a wonderful time, even for those that didn’t go on the Caravan. It was a time of rebirth for the entire village. Another year of life was open to them. The Grand Crystal, which would be corrupt with Miasma in about two years, is revitalized and purified. With its new life and new clarity, its power is returned to full strength, ready to keep out Miasma until the next purifying.

“Why is this always such a wonderful time of year?” Flora sighed, smiling widely.

“Because its a symbol. New life. The Grand Crystal is purified and even the eldest in the village gain new life. It is said that on the day of the purifying, those that are sick are cured, those injured are healed and those broken of spirit are revitalized.” Mick said as if right out of a poem.

“I meant it as a rhetorical question. I know why, I just love it. It doesn’t matter how many times I see that great Crystal glow anew, I never get tired of it.” Flora said, still smiling.

As they neared the village, a loud horn was blown. A watchtower near the main path, just inside the barrier, was alive with action. The Selkies watching it were rushing down to run through town and tell of the Caravan’s returning. It was always an exciting time because the Caravan rarely returned without a full Chalice. It had, of course, happened, but those years were just a little more tense. The partial Chalice could purify some of the crystal, enough for a few more months, but the Caravan the next year would need to be speedy. It couldn’t take more than a few months total to get back before seeps of Miasma started to penetrate the barrier: Little bits here and there that gave people colds and made them short of breath.

The Caravan rattled across the bridge and into the barrier. A great crowd of people was cheering and hollering as they rolled down the path. They crowded around the Caravan and cheered them on as they rolled towards the center of town where the Grand Crystal was enshrined. It was sitting in a large pedestal in the center of the town. At nearly twenty feet tall and ten feet across, it was a grand sight. Even when a year of corruption permeated the crystal, it was still glowing bright and clear. Long steps encircled the Grand Crystal.

The Elder stood in front of the Grand Crystal. The Elder was a Selkie of over ninety years old. He was still a spry old man that enjoyed a morning jog, lunch in the woods behind the village and an afternoon nap. He was the single oldest Selkie in the village.

He was bright eyed and happy as he watched the Caravan rattle through the center of town. Mick pulled on the reigns as they rode up to him. Missy snorted and came to a stop.

“Courageous Caravaners, I trust you have returned successful!” The Elder said, looking up at Mick.

Mick grabbed the Crystal Chalice from behind the seat and stood up, holding it above his head. The entire crowd around him cheered and howled as they saw the Chalice full of Myrrh.

“I am grateful to you Caravaners. Please bring me the Chalice. I shall recite the incantation and use the Myrrh to purify our village’s heart.” The Village Elder said, pulling open the book under his arm.

Mick jumped down and set the Crystal Chalice at the Elder’s feet. The Elder started to recite a spell. The Crystal Chalice started to glow. He stepped to the side of the Chalice and continued to chant.

The Elder finished the chant on a single loud word and he snapped the book shut. Nothing happened at first and then the Chalice’s Crystal started to glow and a bright ruby red beam shot from it and connected with the Grand Crystal. The Myrrh started to suck upward into the crystal. The ruby red beam glowed brighter and a visible glow started to spread from the point of contact on the Grand Crystal. It spread outward until it filled the entire Crystal. The last of the Myrrh sucked from the Chalice and the beam fizzled out.

The Grand Crystal’s glow gained a sun-like brilliance that was difficult to look at. There was something un-earthly about the Grand Crystal. It was so beautiful and so clear that no one could look away from it. The Crystal’s glow moved upward and congregated to a blinding brilliance at the top of the Crystal. It snapped and sparkles flew outward from the point of the Crystal. They floated outward on the wind and disappeared. The Crystal was left sparkling brightly and beautifully clear.

The entire village broke into a cheer at once.

“It is pure!” The Elder cried, holding up his hands.

“So beautiful.” Sala whispered, enraptured by the Grand Crystal.

“Sala! Flora!” A voice called out from the crowd.

“Mom!” Flora said, turning quickly.

Their mother Ezra and Momo both shoved through the crowd and came up to them.

“S…Sala? Is…Is that you?” Ezra stuttered, looking at Sala uncertainly.

Sala nodded and stepped over to her mother. Her mom was shorter than her and she had long crimson hair to her backside. She wore a small pair of shorts, a top and a leather apron. She had apparently been gutting fish when the Caravan had showed up. Sala’s tail flicked nervously around behind her as she saw her mother’s expression.

“You’re so…different.” Ezra said, looking her daughter over, “Your hair. your eyes. Cat ears…and a tail.”

“I’m sorry mom, I don’t know what happened. Its just been happening to me over these past two weeks.” Sala shrugged, letting her tail flick around her midsection.

“There’s no reason to be sorry sweetie, I’m just glad you’re safe!” Ezra said, embracing her daughter, “And you too Flora. I’m so glad my daughters are okay.”

“Mom, I have something to ask you, is it okay if I go out with Mick?” Flora said quietly.

“Is it okay? It’s about damn time. You two have been flopping back and forth for nearly a year now. Yes honey, it’s okay.” Ezra laughed.

“So, this is what you were asking me about?” Momo said, looking at Sala.

Momo was a sexy Selkie with a large bust and beautiful blue hair that curled about her head. She was always seen barefoot and in a bikini. Even in the cold of winter, she rarely wore more than shorts and a small top. Ezra was crazy about her and they had settled down together quite some time ago.

“Well…Not really this so much as the feeling of battle. Is it common among Selkies?” Sala asked, scratching the back of her head nervously.

“I’ve heard of it before, but this I haven’t heard of. You will have to talk to the Elder if you want any hope of learning about this.” Momo said, smiling, “I don’t know what it is, but this looks so right. It’s almost like Selkies are supposed to look like you. I feel it down in my gut.”

“Momo…I love you. I’m so glad your my mother as well.” Sala said, suddenly embracing Momo. She was taken aback by Sala’s sudden affection, but after a second, she wrapped her arms around Sala.

“I’m happy to be it.” Momo smiled, “And I love your tail”

Sala giggled, blushing at the comment. She flicked it around and wrapped it around Momo’s hand.

“Don’t let me hold you up, go catch up with your friends. We can talk tonight at the feast.” Momo said, stepping aside.

*******

The feast was delicious. Platters of meat, fish and fruit covered the long lines of tables. Everyone in the village had picked up their tables and brought them to the center of the village for their feast. Close to two hundred people lined three lines of tables. The Caravaners were given the honor of dining at the head of the first table with The Elder. Ezra, Momo, Peter’s father and Mick’s mother were sitting close to them as well.

“So, Sala, I talked with Momo today.” The Elder said, turning to Sala.

“You did?” Sala looked up suddenly, a raw fish falling from her mouth onto her plate. Her tail stuck up behind her, laid over on her left shoulder.

“Yes child, and I have some answers for you. First of all, no you have nothing to fear, you will not turn into a cat. Although, what is happening to you is something incredible. Something I thought lost with the Selkies of my great-great-grandfather’s generation. The Selkie’s love for nature and affinity with it is not an accident. Ancient Selkies that lived a few hundred years ago had a special connection with nature: A physical combination with nature. Like you, they were born with animal traits. I suspect you are close to fruition with your change, but it is a very interesting thing.” The Elder explained to their quiet group.

“But why? I mean, what has caused this change?” Sala asked, setting her hands down on her lap.

“You feel a certain sexual pleasure in battle do you not?” The Elder asked.

The openness about this particular subject was making Sala blush lightly. She nodded slightly.

“I thought as much. You are part of a special Selkie line. A line of Selkies that have skill in battle beyond comprehension. It was always thought that the secret of the Selkie’s animalistic changes lay dormant within these men and women. It was just unknown how to unlock it. It is, of course, different for each person making it exceptionally difficult for any one Selkie to try. It would seem that something that happened over this trip has done the impossible. Something inside you changed and released these ancient changes. I assume that any offspring of yours will have the same animal traits as you do, meaning that you could be the start of a whole new generation of Cat-Selkies.” The Elder said, cutting his steak into small bites.

“So you’re saying that if I have a child, obviously with another Selkie, my child will be like me?” Sala asked, flicking her tail nervously behind her.

“Yes, that is my conclusion. Of course, there’s no certainty because these traits have been lost for centuries. You are truly a wonderful example for our race. I hope it does not end with you.” The Elder said, nodding.

“Wild. I would’ve never suspected that ancient Selkies were actually part animals. I always felt like I belonged in nature, but never actually part of it.” Momo said, looking over at Sala.

“No kidding.” Sala sighed, taking another bite of her raw fish.

*******

Sala was lying in her bed, staring up at the ceiling. She was completely naked, tired from the festivities. Her mind was still buzzing with what The Elder had said though.

She was a product of an ancient and lost Selkie trait and it was possible her children would be as well.

Sala couldn’t decide whether it was wonderful or not.

As her mind wandered, she forgot about her thoughts on the future and pulled the blankets up over her shoulders. She rolled onto her side and curled up like a cat, her head on her pillow and her arms curled beneath it. She curled her legs up and wrapped her tail around herself. Something about being balled up was very comforting and she fell asleep quickly.

Her last thought was that she couldn’t wait to climb a tree tomorrow.