Threesomed 2(4)

By: New Dawning Books


"So your Marquis wishes to court us?" The farmer who oversaw the women harvesting tealeaves with their lips spoke quickly as he gathered coins to stuff his pockets. "We never turn down gold, but I'm curious… and a bit suspicious."

She didn't want him on her bad side so she thought fast. "I don't blame you. My Master is very sorry he can't be here to court you himself, but he's away in China. He sent me in his place, and I fear I'm not doing such a wonderful job convincing you of his sincerity. So I wanted to give you the gold he instructed me to give you to." She wouldn't tell him those coins actually came from the King, who in a fit of generosity awarded her a sack-full following her second gift of partridges. One coin was much more than these farmers saw in a year. In a month? Such riches impressed the farmers! A few teasers went over as well as she expected they would.

"You didn't have to shower us with the coins. We are a proud people."

"I'm very sorry about that. I simply got caught up in the moment."

The farmer smiled and patted Muca on top of her head. "Think nothing of it, my friend. It's understandable. I can speak for my people when I say we are grateful for the new wealth."

"You're very welcome, and I do apologize about my behavior. Sometimes being a cat gets the better of me. I tend to act on impulse."

"Think nothing of it." He patted the banquet table. "Please hop up here so I may look directly in your eyes when I talk to you. I'd feel better that way."

Muca leapt with ease onto the table and stretched out on her back, legs crossed and tail flicking back and forth. "Ah, this is comfortable. Walking tired me out and my feet hurt. Thank you for letting me rest here. And yes, I like being on equal footing with you, as well. So tell me more about this ogre? I have the impression he's a real bear."

The farmer rolled his eyes and clenched his jaw, making the muscles in his face pulse. Muca saw years of frustration and rage on the man's face, and her heart lurched at his agony. A strong urge to take him in her arms and comfort him overwhelmed her, but she had better ideas to avenge him. She already knew what Derp was like, but she suspected the farmer needed to talk about him - to get the despair off his chest.

"'Bear doesn't begin to describe it. We have worked these lands for generations for a lovely family that treated us well, but as happens sometimes, that family came onto hard times and lost all its wealth. Derp, seeing an opportunity, bought the lands for a song. He has treated us like slaves ever since. This has been going on for several decades, back when my father farmed these lands. We can't leave because we have long-established roots here. Where would we go? Start over? With what?"

He wring his hands until the knuckles turned white. "Derp has taken everything from us. He kidnaps our most beautiful women and keeps them for himself in his castle. He forces us into humiliating activities with him. You've seen two – the tea harvesting and the cow patty game. He's done worse. When any of us displeased him, for even the most mundane reasons, he's dragged those people into the square in the middle of winter and doused them with ice water. Two people died. He only laughed about it." He buried his face in his hands. Muca could tell he was crying because his shoulders shook with the weight of his exhaustion and grief. The sight of his pain brought tears to her eyes and a lump to her throat.

She twisted her body until she sat on the table facing him. She placed one paw on his arm, stroking him gently until he looked at her. "I and my Master can help you, if you let us. We can get you away from that ogre, once and for all. Please let us help you."

"What makes you so special?" The farmer asked. "I hear your Marquis of Carabas is a powerful man, but is he powerful enough to overcome a sociopathic and sadistic monster? Why should we believe you?"

"Because I have magic the ogre can't compete with."

"Show us your magic."

"Only if you give me a pint."

"You're on!"

As he poured her ale, she straightened her back, vertebrae popping as her body stretched and lengthened. Magic grew her boots to match her long, slender legs. By the time she stood at her human height of five-foot-nine, her leather boots reached the middle of her thighs. Four sets of teats on her belly retreated whilst the pair at the top rounded out to a mouth-watering D cup, capped with dark rosy nipples. Tawny fur receded into her soft, cream-colored skin whilst the fur on her head grew until it fell to her ass. Thick, full auburn hair tossed about her head and fell in her lovely face, which she blew away with a teasing puff from her lips. The farmer pouring her ale forgot about her drink as he gaped at her transformation. Muca laughed as the brew overflowed her pint and spill on the floor.

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