Chapter 29
A gift? For me!! The thought rang through Barnaby like the jingle of a bell. She’d never been given a gift before. Donations to the Church of K’arl, sure. But no one had ever given Barnaby, dutiful knight of K’arl, a gift. After all he’d have to give it to the church, anyway.
Thing was, she wasn’t entirely sure she was a Knight of K’arl anymore. That heavy weight of duty and expectations had fallen from her shoulders somewhere behind them. Knights of K’arl didn’t dose caravans with Justice Stink and then giggle. Giggling was probably the larger sin. Knights might sometimes laugh with gravity, or chuckle when evil foisted itself on its own petard, but giggling? That was right out.
Barnaby giggled at the thought of the sober and serious templars and captains of the Church of K’arl seeing her now, legs split, indulging in the pleasure of the trot of her horse. They’d never thought to give her a gift, her weapons and armor had been issued. Now, she rode after the divine mate of her new goddess, who held a gift in her pocket. A gift for Barnaby! What could it be? She had no idea. Maybe just that cock of hers?
“Eeeee!” Barnaby squealed through her grinning lips. Ahead, Cinder, the divine mate turned in her saddle to look back at Barnaby. Cinder’s short muzzle was open in a light pant, eyes half lidded, nostril’s flaring.
Lust.
Barnaby’s heart quickened to see it, as it always had, but the usual fear and disgust did not even flicker. Rather, an eagerness to serve bubbled up. Service was divine, Sir Minmax had always said. It was through service that greatness was achieved.
Cinder shook herself and refocused on the road, obviously struggling with her needs. Why?
“Mistress!” Barnaby called out. “Perhaps we should stop here for a bit? I don’t believe we are being pursued.”
Cinder whipped around so fast she nearly fell out of the saddle.
“Mistress?!” she asked, with clear shock.
“It is the proper form of address of one’s superiors.” Barnaby said, a small smirk forming at the corner of her mouth. “Would you prefer sir or Master?” Oooooh, I’m being naughty now. She thought to herself. I’m bad, corrupted and having so much fun!
Cinder’s jaw opened and then closed with a click.
“I guess m-mistress is fine.” She said in a near mutter and turned around.
“Aaand if we stop, you can give me my gift!” Barnaby added.
“Yeah… Best if we used that.” Cinder conceded and directed Justice to the side of the road.
A gift that could be used? Barnaby frothed with curiosity. A cock could be used, sure, but Cinder would be more punny if that was her intention. No, this was Mistress struggling to restrain herself. Poor Mistress, there was no need for that with sir… sub? Barnaby around.
No, that didn’t work. Slut Barnaby? Skunk Barnaby? Better, but her species wasn’t a title. Skink Barnaby? Fun but meaningless.
Barnaby’s head swirled with possible terms for her new station as she followed Cinder into a corpse of trees. Cinder flopped off Justice and landed on all fours. She groaned with relief, gathered herself for a moment and expended a clear effort to stand up on two legs again.
Her cock tented her peasant dress. She pushed it aside with a paw, muttering an apology as she turned to present one of the large pockets sewn on the surface of the dress.
“Its in here. You’ll have to reach in to get it.” She said.
Barnaby slid from her saddle and rushed over, vibrating with eagerness. Thrusting her hand into the pocket, she groped around until her fingers closed around a small, round shape. As she withdrew, her hand brushed something soft.
“Oh fuck.” Cinder groaned and staggered against the trunk of a tree.
“Sorry Mistress!” Barnaby squeaked, clutching the thing in her hand to her chest, suddenly afraid Cinder would snatch it away.
“Sssss’okay.” Cinder hissed. “That ring, it will help us enter the city. Appear as you… were. Excuse me a moment.” She walked bowlegged around the trunk of the tree.
Barnaby looked down and opened her hand. In her palm sat a small ring of gold. She moved her hand into a shaft of sunlight. The ring glittered. Heart pounding in her head, Barnaby held it up. So pretty, nothing gaudy like those that decorated the fingers of nobles or the high bishops. She slid it onto her ring finger and gasped as it tightened to fit. MAGIC!
Perfect and unassuming ornamentation for a… SERVANT!
The word clicked into place in Barnaby mind. She was a servant to a divine being! Yes! It was not so different from a knight but far more humble and with far fewer expectations. Who hadn’t heard of a naughty servant? One which their employer was proud of the trouble they caused.
“Thank yoooooooou Mistress!” Barnaby gushed, flicking the ring back and worth through the light. “Its wonderful! I love it!”
Love it? Another strange thought. Deriving such pleasure from material things was a sure way to wickedness. Yet it's not the object itself, she reasoned. Her mistress must have gotten it from the caravan. Risked herself for the trinket! Barnaby’s heart both melted and bounced around her chest. She had to thank Cinder properly! Had to-
Barnaby looked around and didn’t see her Mistress. Where did she go?
“Ah! Ah! Mrrrewwwl, Ah!” Cinder’s heavy panting came from a cluster of trees.
Tiptoeing closer, Barnaby peered around one of the concealing trunks.
Cinder leaned with her back against the bark, her dress hitched up to her waist to let her thrust her cock in between her paws. Between her legs swung two heavy balls. Barnaby’s body tingled as her sex prickled with fresh moisture as she stared. Justice, not the horse, the divine force, would erupt from Cinder soon. It would splatter these trees and be… wasted? No, a divine being does not waste their miracles, they have a purpose. Still, Barnaby hungered for her own taste of it.
It wouldn’t be right for a… servant to intrude. Yet, surely there would be nothing wrong with offering assistance?
“Uh mistress?” Barnaby asked tentatively.
Cinder continued to thrust, making no sign of having heard.
“Mistress?” Barnaby asked again, a bit louder.
Still no answer as Cinder’s grunts quickened.
Taking a deep breath, Barnaby marched out in front of her and shouted, “Cinder!”
“Uh!” Cinder’s eyes opened although her thrusts didn’t stop. “Barn… get out… of the way.”
“Would you like some assistance?” Barnaby took a step closer and knelt in front of the feline woman.
Panic cut through Cinder’s lust as her eyes widened, her thrusts stopped.
“Barnaby… No, you’ll make it… worse.” Cinder said.
“I want to thank you… for the gift.” Barnaby replied, her own tongue licking her upper lip as she shimmied closer. “No one’s given me a gift before.”
“What? That can’t-” Cinder gasped. “You’re not… this.”
“I won’t tell Illiana if you don’t.” Barnaby giggled. She knew what Cinder was getting at, but why dwell on the old Barnaby? Maybe he’d come back someday. If he did, this Barnaby wanted him to have some very clear memories of her. “Please let me help you. Thank you.” Barnaby reached out to stroke the starry red fur of Cinder’s paws. After waiting for a rebuke and not receiving one, she grasped one of the digits and slowly peeled the paw to the side.
The sight of it stole Barnaby’s breath. The wet, shiny, tapered shaft, its tip ringed by three rows of short spines that just lifted from the surface. Divine and holy. From this, a new world would be born, no, remade. As they were remaking Illiana and Cinder. Illiana had embraced her calling, while Cinder struggled and fought, turning her transformation into a battle. The unevenness of it, the awkward meld of the feline, human and her devil heritage. The legs, they sought to be both predatory and prey, the clumsy forelimbs that extended from her shapely human torso. Those wide, red, glitter fleck eyes shone with equal parts anticipation and failure as Barnaby pushed the remaining paw out of her way.
Slowly, reverently, Barnaby cradled Cinder’s holy cock, who released a groaning growl and let her head fall back against the tree. Not really knowing what to do with it, Barnaby explored its curvature with her fingers. Stroking the cock with gentle touches. The exploration drew all sorts of encouraging noises from Cinder. She yelped when Barnaby’s claws slipped between the meeting of sheath and cock. Barnaby recoiled back.
“Do that again.” Cinder whispered.
“As you wish.” Barnaby slid closer, slipped one claw and then two into the tender border running them back and forth.
“Oh fuck yes.” Cinder growled, bracing against the tree and digging her claws into it as she thrust her hips forward. With her free hand, Barnaby steadied the cock and carefully tasted its tip.
Surprise widened her eyes at the flavor, a spicy mix of savory and sweet, like a candied meat she’d snitched as a novice. More, she wanted more. At the touch, the cock’s spines fanned out further. Barnaby’s tongue extended, curling around one spine, then the next.
“Giiicka!” Cinder’s body strained, claws ripping deep furrows in the tree, her nipples pressed against the fabric of her top. A sparkly white substance bubbled from her cock. Barnaby flicked it into her mouth a thoughtless lick. Immediately it dissolved on her tongue before she could swallow. A fizzy warmth spread outward, across the inside of her mouth. She yawned for breath, tongue curling out of her mouth, lengthening as it wrapped around itself. Teeth sharpened, as her mouth chased after the errant tongue, stretching outward. As her mouth clicked closed, canines interlocking, Barnaby’s face stretched over a broad, wedge shape muzzle. She sucked hard on a spine and her nose swelled, with a soft flumph, turning black. Black fur spread out from the edges of her nose, with the two white stripes growing down from her hairline. They met between her now wide-set eyes and traveled down her muzzle to the nose as a single white line.
Lavishing attention on the spines, Barnaby circled around Cinder’s cock. Striped black and white hair cascaded down around her shoulders, small round ears protruding through its thickness.
Meanwhile, Cinder bowed forward, exposing two pulsing mounds on either side of her upper spine. The tops of them opened and closed with three part jaws, squirming side to side, working their way free of her back.
“Ah! Rrrrowww… I feeeeeel…” She clutched her head with her paws. “F-f-f-fuuuuuuuuuuuCK!”
Barnaby felt the tremor of the cock in her hands as she nearly finished her second tour of Cinder’s spines. In a smooth motion, she engulfed the entire cock with her muzzle, its tip tickling her throat. Her hands curved down around Cinder’s balls and gave a gentle squeeze.
“ROWWWWR!” Cinder roared, thrusting her hips as her paws slammed down on the back of Barnaby’s head. Barnaby squeaked as the cock shoved its way down her throat and exploded. The warm fizzies were more a sharp flood of spicy that raced around the walls of her empty stomach before ripping through her entire body. Her breast plate exploded from her chest and bounced off the ground, propelled by the sudden appearance of two huge breasts. With a pop another pair joined then, then another pop, pop!
Too much! Barnaby clawed at the ground as energy and cum pumped into her. Too much! She was gonna melt! She was-
Her tail lifted, arching over her back, wiggled once before releasing an absolute torrent of pink into the forests and fields behind her. The hiss of release extended as Cinder’s pumping tapered away. With a groan Cinder released Barnaby and pushed her away.
Barnaby coughed as she fell to her side, rawness blooming in her throat from the scrape of Cinder’s spines. An unfamiliar weight pulled at her torso. Looking down, she saw nothing but breasts. So many.
Cinder’s roar of pain distracted her from counting them all. Barnaby scrambled to her feet to behold a definitely larger Cinder on her knees and elbows, back arched as the tentacles struggled to emerge from her back. The two fleshy cones squirmed.
“Rrrrrrr grAH!” The first tentacle sprang out from its prison, quickly unwinding into a long muscular limb at least six feet long. It bent down and grabbed hold of it snapping fellow. Cinder growled with effort as the first tentacle pulled the second free of her back. Finished, Cinder collapsed, her tentacles falling limp beside her and smacking into the ground.
“Owwwww.” Cinder sighed. After a few breathes she rolled onto her side. A smile slowly formed on her muzzle as her eyes focused on Barnaby.
“Wow, and I thought having two sets was being an over achiever.” She chuckled. “Four’s is a bit much, don’t you think?”
Twelve? Barnaby sprayed a little as she felt her chest… and tummy and groin. Four sets of breasts, all of them HUGE. The ones at the bottom were little smaller but not by much!
“Mistress I neeeeed a mirror!” Barnaby squeaked in panic.
“There’s one in my saddle bag.” Cinder said, her gaze slipped past Barnaby and her eyebrows raised. “Its… Oh fuck.”
This was no time to get distracted! Barnaby mentally chided her mistress before turning to follow her gaze. A motion that produced an unsettling amount of jiggling. At first she didn’t see anything wrong and then remembered what had been there a moment ago.
“Uh… Mistress… Did I do that?”