The Wizard of Whitetail Woods π
Climax
Admiral Biscuit

As it turned out, they were all in for a surprise.

True to his word, the Gancanagh was well-versed in lovemaking and also had fantastic stamina, as one would expect a sex demon to have.

He brought the Wizard to a shattering climax, which in this particular case actually meant something.

KitKat had fair warning, she knew what the desperate pants and lolling tongue from the wizard meant, and she ducked just as he orgasmed, a whole-body orgasm that lit his horn like a torch and blasted the stack of bodies off the mouth of the cave where they rained down, flaming, landing with meaty thunks in the woods below.

The wizard then promptly turned back into a human again, just as he was before he magicked himself into a unicorn. He even still had a raging boner.

The Gancanagh got fused with the Wizard. The transformation had left some of him in the Wizard (which ultimately would give the Wizard better endurance in the future), and there was only one way to get the two of them unstuck.

KitKat hefted her saddle axe. “Good thing I got my field surgery merit badge.”

“You can’t—”

“You’re fey, it’ll grow back.” She brought the axe whistling down.

Out on the field, morale had already dropped when the flaming corpses started plummeting down. It reached a new low as the Wizard in all his glory was revealed in the entrance of the cave, and then . . .

. . . and then the axe came down and the entire force of yales broke rank and fled back to the safety of their temple.

The Gancanagh’s cry of anguish was enough to motivate the few stragglers, and also cause the Wizard to turn around. He didn’t see much, thankfully, just a glimpse of ruined stump and the bloody streaks on KitKat’s axe and he was smart enough to come up with at least a partial answer to why the Gancanagh was now fleeing into the depths of the cave as fast as its hooves could carry it. Yes, it would grow back, but until it did he wasn’t going to have any fun at all. Plus there was the pain and the off chance that the bats would notice and mock him.

“That all got sorted nicely,” KitKat said as the last yale tail vanished into the woods. “Thanks for the assist.” She held out a hoof and the Wizard reluctantly bumped it.

“I feel so . . . weird. I don’t even know how to describe it.”

“You’re lucky you got a pro the first time around; all I got was a stallion so young his cutie mark was still wet, and he wasn’t very good with his dingus, even though he got a lot of practice with his hoof. I didn’t even have my first good climax until I got my princum-prancum and spent a whole weekend experimenting.” She snickered. “Thought I’d gotten the short stick ‘cause nopony wanted to hang out with me that weekend, turns out I had the best time.”

Just then, thousands of bats rushed out the entrance of the cave, rushing around them just close enough for leathery wings to brush against flesh and fur and effectively putting an end to what could have been an eye-opening conversation for one or both adventurers.

Once the bats were gone, KitKat looked back over at the Wizard. “Probably ought to put your robe back on.”

“Yeah.”

•••

Walking back to the hotel, through the vast somewhat uncharted woods was a risk, but neither of them wanted to spend the night in the cave; they were also still both riding a high from the battle and the successful mission.

As unbelievable as it seems, their journey back was uneventful. Koko the Kelpie was asleep, Kukka the Skunk was also asleep, belly full of tasty, tasty scorpions. Even the Roombas were on their chargers, dreaming of cleaning the world of all filth tomorrow, or if not tomorrow surely the day after.

The hotel, being on the edge of the forest as it was, welcomed all guests at all hours so long as said guests didn’t smell like a skunk’s asshole or weren’t a shambling mound (they weren’t making that mistake again). Six AM was a weird time for guests to arrive, but the deskpony didn’t bat an eye.

“One room,” the Wizard said.

“With a bath,” KitKat added. “And two spa ponies with loose morals, one stallion, one mare.” She slapped a small sack of bitcoins down on the desk—she wasn’t against robbing the dead, and a few of the yales had had some money.

•••

The room was easy; the spa ponies took a bit of time to arrange and didn’t arrive until after the pair had had a continental breakfast and both taken showers.

The Wizard watched as the spa ponies worked KitKat over, currying out her coat and detangling her mane and tail. The stallion was also an expert in weapons, which was an extra bonus; while his partner worked on KitKat’s hooves, he sharpened her axe.

“I thought you were going to share.”

KitKat stuck out her tongue. “Buy your own. This is me time. I put up with your shit longer than anymare else would . . . but I am feeling generous, you can have the rest of those bits, go down to the bar and see if you can find some mare to chat up. Who knows, you might get lucky.”

“Deal.” He snatched up the bag of bits and stormed off to the bar.

•••

Amethyst Star wasn’t a fan of hotels in general, and especially ones that catered to mixed clientele. At least she knew where she stood; there was always a risk at a pony-only hotel that the pony she thought she was talking to was actually a changeling.

She was almost lost in the depths of her Lemon Drop (the cocktail, not the pony) when he walked in and sat himself down.

A human.

Her aura went to her marzipan monstrosity . . . her horn was itching for a proper portalizing, it had been too long.

Author's Note

I promised you Amethyst Star and you got Amethyst Star.

A.K.A. Sparkler, Amey the Hoof.

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