Chapter 27
Nobody stopped Cinder and Barnaby from going into the stables and retrieving the horses. They were all far too busy noisily questing for orgasms to even notice the pair. Cinder, having a spare moment while Barnaby saddled the horses, peeked into the inn to witness a full-scale orgy. The patrons of the inn were all changed, not as much as Mother Lorn or Barnaby thankfully. Most following their spiritual leader into the wilds with traits of common farm animals, sprouting tails, horns and among the women, greatly increase milk reserves.
Cinder wondered how far had that explosive orgasm of Illiana’s traveled? The Inn wasn’t more than at 10-minute walk from the Church. Maybe it hadn’t gotten as far as the outlying farms.
“About ready.” Barnaby’s strangely perky voice stirred Cinder’s attention from the window. The former knight led her handsome charger out of the stable and gestured for Cinder to climb on. The horse snorted with disapproval.
“Wait, that’s your horse Barnaby.” Cinder said, hesitating.
“Mate of the holy constellation, you smell like a devil AND a large cat. Kicks for Justice is the only one brave enough to let you ride him. You’ll rip the other two to bloody shreds trying to hold on when they try to buck you off.” Barnaby said with utter matter of faction before turning to the horse and petting its nose with obvious affection. “And he’s a good boy, he doesn’t hurt fair maidens.”
Cinder gave her own snort at being called a maiden but didn’t argue. They had to get away from here before everyone came to their senses or the cock between her legs decided it wasn’t tired anymore. She went over to the massive animal who stamped a rear hoof in warning.
“Sssh, its okay Justice. Let her on.” Barnaby soothed before giving Cinder an encouraging nod.
Riding horses had never been Cinder’s forte, carriages and carts were the order of the day where she’d grown up and no horse could navigate the twisting back alleys of the imperial cities. Still, she was fair from unpracticed, taking a deep breath, she approached the horse’s side to hood her left paw around the pommel and tried to step up on into the stirrup.
Clink, her hoof sent the stirrup swinging away and Justice stepped away with a derisive whinny. Cinder cursed as she stumbled.
“What’s wrong?” Barnaby asked after regaining the horse’s attention.
“Your stirrup is too small for my hoof.” Cinder said, catching the stirrup and giving it a look. Her heavy cloven hooves were far wider than any human foot, she might be able to work one of the sides between the cleft between the toes but it be really hard to step into it. The sparkle of her fur caught her eye as she pondered the problem. Would glitching work? Her stars were so much sparser than Illiana’s dense galaxy filled pelt. Still, something in her mind itched. She poked at it and immediately the tiny stars leapt from her fur. They swirled out from her body and assembled in a rough outline of Cinder’s shape. Compared to Illiana’s starself hers was practically abstract, an approximation instead of a duplicate. Yet still, its eyes opened and Cinder felt herself spread between two bodies instead of one.
Together they gasped as Cinder saw her radically changed face, her familiar features replaced by those of a feline. Her fleshself froze, wide eyed as her starself’s indistinct paw reached out towards her face. Cinder turned her head, letting herself explore the curve of her muzzle and shivered from the feather light touch as her starself traced the shape her own ears.
So incomplete, so awkward. Cinder thought to herself, thinking of Illiana’s heavy jaw surrounded by a mane like ruff. Maybe if she changed, just a little further, it be better? Her cock still felt spent, empty but if she reached under her balls, her slit tingled temptingly at the thought of Illiana’s perfect breasts.
“No, nono!” Cinder mumbled trying to shove thoughts aside. Closing her meatself eyes, she focused on her insubstantial self. With floaty grace, she jumped up into the saddle. Sighing with relief she opened her eyes. Immediately her stomach lurched as two very different views existed. Before the metaphor of a mirror had hidden it. Now she looked down the horse’s neck to see Barnaby’s softened face looking up, head tilted with curiosity. And at the same time saw the horse’s saddle bag and rump. How had Illiana adjusted to this instantly?
Cinder’s fleshself wobbled and her starself spread her arms in useless circles.
Wrong arms! She mentally shouted at herself as she toppled, moving the right pair of limbs at the last moment avoid a complete face plant.
“Cinder?” Barnaby asked, “Are you-”
“Shutup!” Cinder snapped and growled “I’m fine, it more complicated than it looks alright!”
“As you say.” Barnaby said before tittering behind her hand. Something about it struck Cinder as stupidly cute.
What? No! Cinder tried to claw the thought from her head. The knight of Karl did not titter, and certainly not in a cute manner. The man had the sense of humor of a solemn rock and at no point would she consider him cute, especially in the way Illiana was cute. The sort of cute that looked really good on their knees with her lips around a cock. Cinder shook both her heads and failed to banish the image of that big fluffy tail bobbing to the rhythm of thrusting hips.
Illiana! Cinder recoiled as the searing image of the towering cat woman slinking around on all fours slammed through her mind. Mate! Her mate. Her mate was going to Hearthold, and she had to follow to fuck her, or stop her or something. Either way she was wasting time sitting on the ground. Cinder sank claws into the ground and pulled, carving furrows in the packed earth. The motion relieved a little tension. How the hell had Illiana moved like a pair of dancers fighting the demon skeleton? Nom that didn’t matter, the question was, how did she move her fleshself onto the horse?
Cinder imagined two levers, one was already pulled. The second waited. Gripping the second lever, she pulled and found it to be much stiffer than the first on. The first had been a simple stick, this was an iron rod its mechanism rusty. Her growl grew in volume as she poured effort at this lever.
<fz> <fz> <fz>
Patches of static bloomed her vision as she pulled at these things within her. Yet she continued to strain.
<fzzzzz-POP>
The lever gave way and Cinder’s rear fell onto the contoured surface of the saddle. She gasped, refreshing a held breath as a strange sensation of emptiness coated her skin as she clapped her paws over the horn of the saddle. But, she’d done it!
“I did it!” She nearly shouted before starting to pant lightly. Two points of soreness radiated from her back, right under her shoulder blades.
“Good.” Barnaby, walked around to hand Cinder the reins. “Now let me help you with those stirrups.”
In a few minutes, they were underway, Cinder grimacing with the unfamiliar pressure of metal shoved between the “toes” of her hooves. Justice would occasionally glance back to give her the side eye but otherwise he dutifully following Barnaby on her smaller mare. They left Illiana’s horse behind, she probably wouldn’t be needing it except as a snack. Despite the hour, Cinder didn’t feel tired and the sensation of emptiness of her fur slowly faded. More stars appeared among the hairs of her legs and arms as she traveled beneath their sky bound fellows.
However, as the sun began to rise the lack of sleep caught them both. Heaviness settled on the inside of Cinder’s eyelids and Barnaby’s long tail sagged to rest on the hindquarters of his mount. Both of them looked longingly at the side of the road but neither said anything and they continued plodding along. Cinder fretted that Illiana had already reached the Heathhold with her seemingly effortless glitching while they were stuck on the road that curved between forested hillsides and farmland.
It was edging close to noon when Cinder’s ears caught the sound of horses up ahead.
“Quick! Off the road.” Cinder said, wrapping one paw with Justice’s reins and directing him into the forest. Barnaby stirred in his saddle and stared at her in confusion before following, tail raised uncertainly. Cinder swiftly found a depression that would hide the horses.
Her dismount was less than graceful, more of a toppling from the horse than a controlled motion. With two hooves and two paws on the ground her body sang with relief, her hips groaning along with a song of the saddle sore.
“Why are we hiding?” Barnaby asked as Cinder stretched.
She let the question hang while her spine talked in cracks and pops before answering, “If you met two beastmen on the road what would you do?”
“If they did not carry the symbols of the converted then I would slay them in the name of Justice.” Barnaby frowned, “What’s that’s got to do with us hiding now though?”
Cinder had a sudden and very strong urge to bite her. She did not, but more because those thick thighs were out of nipping range than her sense of restraint. Instead, she flopped onto her side with a dramatic groan.
“I’m not a beastman!” Barnaby squeaked.
“Says the person with the tail that’s as long and wide as the rest of you.” Cinder hissed with exasperation.
Barnaby turned to peer at said tail, before hooking it with an arm and pulling it around to his front and combing his fingers through it. Staring down into the thick black fur, the knight’s lower lip pushed out into a pout.
“Its not that big.” Barnaby huffed, continuing to pet her tail. After a short pause, she spoke again. “I can’t be a beastman! Beast men are big… strong… savages who do unspeakable… nasty things and…” Barnaby trailed off, breathing hard through her nose as that full black lower lip was bitten down on. A hand stole beneath the tail as the pungent scent of arousal flooded their hiding place.
“Ooooh, I might, I miiiight not be much of a man anymore Cinder. Can’t be a beastman if I’m nnnot a man. Oh Cinder, I neeeeed justice.”
“Sush! You’re going to make it worse.” Cinder hissed, feeling her own balls churn to life as Barnaby’s tail lifted away to reveal her sex with her fingers diving deep within it.
“Yes! I need your justice oh your stellarness. Please put it in me!” Barnaby cried.
“Silence!” Cinder nearly roared. “Learn to finish yourself off like the rest of us.” Memories of her own, frequently clandestine masturbation rose. Laying in a bed next to a hopefully sleeping Illiana, trying desperately not to give away what she was doing, either in the motion of her body or her breathing.
“Sorry.” Barnaby whispered before clamping her lips closed. “Mmmmph! Mmmmph! Mmmmph!”
Cinder pushed herself upright and grimaced as her hips protested the position lightly. No! I am not quadrupedal! She thought shouted at herself. Illiana walked on two legs and so would she!
But Illiana was so sexy on all sixes, surely she’d like it if… Another part of Cinder countered. Her balls churning and her erection gaining the strength to poke from her sheath.
Twisting from that tempting path of thought, Cinder searched for distractions. The passing caravan! Maybe there would be something there that they cover themselves better so they wouldn’t have to hide from every traveler on the road. She pulled her mental lever and stepped out of her fur.