The Merry Llewd

The houses were interminable. They had completed their descent of High street down to the docks, and were now making their way up Market. It was a straight shot to the castle. Having the destination in plane view, but only growing incrementally larger was excruciating. Worse, another, much smaller party had rounded the bend by the docks. Periodically, the wind would shift and a gust would carry the scent of stallion musk and sex up the street. Cinny’s nostrils would flair and she would feel the warmth in her lower belly flair.

Each sip of mysterious doe’s elixir only fed the flames. With each new stallion joining the ranks, her cravings expanded. She had become intensely aware of her own wetness. The heat and wetness down there became sensitive to every movement. Each shift of the wind brushed the fabric of her loose dress across her hard and sensitive nipples, sending another jolt straight to her loins.

An unusually tall unicorn stallion came out the next cottage. While most had shown trepidation, he looked up with lustful smile. He obviously liked what he saw. With a deep murr Cinny pressed him against the wall of his cottage, burrying it his face in her cleavage. Her hand wrapped around the stubby spiral horn protruding from the center of his head, and she roughly guided his lips to a fabric covered nipple.

There was a sudden yank on her tail, hard enough to pull her back, staggering. Before she could fully right herself, Claddy was there, between her and the stallion. “Not yet, princess.” She stood with arms out, forming a barrier between Cinny and her current desire. In Cinny’s new form, the doe barely reached the base of her breasts, which had seemed to grow during the night.

The voice that came from Cinny was like her own, but deep and with an eldritch and powerful resonance. “Do you think to stop me, little deer. I NEED.”

A green and red light coruscated up over Clady’s impressive antlers. Small silent bolts of something like lightning arched between the points. A gust of wind rose and suddenly swirled around them. The doe’s hems and ribbons danced like flames and she was born upward, bringing her to Cinny’s height. The entirety of her eyes sparked the blue of a deep winter sky.

No words went between them, but their eyes were locked in what looked like a long struggle. Then, as suddenly as it started, the wind died, the lights went out. The doe dropped to the pavement like a stone, but landed lightly in a wide stance. She stood straight, and quite suddenly, she was just an old doe, walking with a stick, bent but unbroken.

Cinny was frozen save for heavy, ragged breathing. “Very well.” She said, after a long moment. Her voice retained the resonance. “Proceed.”