Author: Honey Moon Title: Mercy's Quest Keywords: magic, transformation, genderswap, futa, herm, impregnation, nc, bondage Mercy’s Quest By Honey Moon Torch in hand, Mercy made her way silently through the damp moonlit wood. Her nose twitched as she passed yet another moldering corpse. “He should have ducked.” She whispered as she toed the still occupied helmet aside. The steel incased head clanked softly against its former body. Four limbs lay several paces in four differing directions. This was the sixth armored body she had passed. The king had sent his six most trusted knights in a bold attempt to rescue his only offspring, Prince Alexis. As Mercy had suspected, the plan had failed. The leather-clad woman’s full bosom rose in pride. Armor was fine if you wanted to show off your youthful manly strength while parading through a village, but she would choose speed any day! Simple but wicked mechanical and magical traps had ended the lives of the king’s champions. At a full forty seasons her eyes were still keen and her body still agile enough to win the day. Of course the stench of the dead near each trap had helped too. There was a soft rustle in the trees ahead. Without thinking, Mercy threw herself to the ground. A blast of flame roared over her prone body. It felt as if she stood too near a smith’s forge. Three seconds! Three seconds before the beast could draw another breath and exhale burning death over her. Three seconds was all she needed! Mercy leapt to her feet and charged the dragon as it entered the clearing. It was unknown where these creatures had come from. Some say they were a folly of the olden times, when man had dared to tamper with the very essence of life itself. Others say they were sent from the pits of hell itself to punish the wicked. Either way, Mercy didn’t care. She just knew it was the beast’s life or her own! The dim light of the fallen torch flashed on burnished steel as she drew her sword. The Hell beast opened its maw to discharge another blast. The warrior had only one chance. She screamed in wordless rage as she thrust! Her steel plunged deep into that hideous maw! Mercy felt the solid jar and crunch as the blade continued through the back of its throat and severed the beast’s spine. Yanking it free, she danced aside as the dragon convulsed in death. Flame erupted as the foul creature twisted and writhed much as a headless chicken running across a farmyard. No chicken was as dangerous as this! Burning death rained everywhere as the dragon died. Thankfully, aside from a large squirrel that happened to be in the wrong place at the wrong time, the creature only managed to incinerate itself. “Damnation!” Mercy cleaned her blade with a scrap of cloth as she watched the funeral pyre burn. The scent of the beast’s cooking flesh made her mouth water. It was such a crying shame that dragon meat was pure poison to humans! It would have been quite a bonus to be able to increase her supplies. Still, it was better to keep her pack light. Mercy satisfied herself with grabbing the burned squirrel. It hadn’t been properly butchered, but beggars couldn’t be choosers. “That Hell spawn beast had the feel of a guard.” She muttered softly as she skinned, and then tore the legs from the squirrel to make her dinner. She tossed away the rest of the animal and picked up her torch. “Guarding what though, I wonder?” Eating with one hand, she bit into steaming meat as she followed the dragon’s tracks by firelight. Mercy soon discovered just what it was guarding. Wiping squirrel grease from her hands, she stood and studied the stone outcropping before her. Set into the living rock was a massive oaken door. “Now things are getting interesting!” The warrior knew the risks involved in opening such a door. She had no way of detecting if any spell were placed upon it. Just touching the surface could give the witch warning of her approach. She had come this far. She just had to see this through! Mercy grasped the iron ring and gave a pull. With a squeal of protest, the door slowly creaked open. The air from below was surprisingly cool against her skin as she entered the stone structure. Thrusting her torch forward, she eyed the stairway ahead of her. This must be it. Down in the bowels of the earth was the witch’s lair. Why else would there be such a fearsome guardian? Mercy had no option. Down she must go! The warrior pulled the door shut behind her, and began her decent. The rough-cut stone steps soon gave way to the evenly spaced cast stone of the ancients. She held her light to the dingy white tile of the walls. Mercy was proud of her learning as she made out the lettering. “PATCO?” she wondered. “Just what was a high speed line?” Few people would dare enter those places that still existed from the olden times. Trust a witch to set up her workshop of evil in such a wicked place! Just in case, she made a sign of warding. One never knew what forces still held after all the passing ages! The stairs came to an end. Wreckage was all around her as Mercy followed footprints through the dust. Someone had come this way recently. Did the witch carry Prince Alexis? While a full grown man of eighteen seasons, he was slight of build. The warrior smiled grimly. How had the gentle lad reacted to being kidnapped right from his own bed? If only the king had listened and permitted her to bed down for the night on the floor of his chamber! If nothing else, six knights would still be in the land of the living! “It would not be proper!” the king had shouted at her suggestion. “I can not permit a commoner to sleep with my son!” Mercy sighed. “Highness, you know the stories and rumors about me. I have no interest in men. I would not be tempted into his bed! Now if you had a daughter that shared his beauty, this would be another matter!” her tone softened. “Even you wouldn’t keep me away from her.” The king had smiled at that. “Yes, I have heard stories of your conquests among the serving wenches. I hear tell that even the iciest hearted maiden melts at your touch. At least you do not leave my servants heavy with child!” The smile left his face. “I must maintain the appearance of propriety! You may sleep outside of his door, not within! The matter is closed!” Thus, on the fateful night, Mercy had slept in the corridor outside the Prince’s bedchamber. No sound had come from within to alert her to any danger. Never the less, something had taken the lad during the night. The warrior cursed herself despite bearing no blame. When the knights failed to return on the third night after their departure, she had set out on her own. Mercy had come to the end of a sort of platform. She faced a tunnel that obviously had originally run in two directions. A massive cave-in made the choice of direction simple. She jumped lightly down and eyed the rusted metal rails set into the ground. “Carts must have been pulled along these tracks.” They looked very much like the tracks miners used to hail ore from deep within mines. The footprints had ended. “Perhaps the witch has such a cart!” Onward she went. Unaccustomed fear gripped her heart as the torch’s flame guttered and grew weaker. After another hundred paces, the flame went out! Mercy froze as she was plunged into a darkness the likes of which she had never known! Her normally keen eyes could detect not the slightest glimmer of light! She took a shuffling step, and then another. Catching her toe, she pitched forward to land painfully on the rail she had been following. Soft fur brushed her face and the warrior lashed out. “Let go!” something screamed as Mercy gripped tightly to what felt like some creature’s tail. “Let go or by all the demons of Hell, I’ll claw the eyes from your face and eat them!” “What good are eyes in this pit!” she shouted back while squeezing the tail tighter. “Do you think darkness will keep me from gutting you, whatever you are?” “I don’t suppose it would!” There was a sudden glare of light. “My Mistress would be cross if she had to resurrect me again so soon! Now let loose my tail!” Mercy blinked her dazzled eyes until she could focus on the creature before her. “A talking cat, what demon work is this?” “That’s right! I’m a demon!” The cat spat. “Have a care, human, or I’ll rend the soul from your body!” The warrior regained her feet and glared at the thrashing feline she now dangled by the tail. “Rend away, puss. I believe you would have already if you had such powers!” The rather lovely black cat twisted and writhed. “Release me!” she screamed. “Release me or my Mistress will destroy the boy!” Mercy let the cat drop to the ground. It landed gracefully on all four feet. “Where is the Prince!” she demanded as she once again drew her sword. “Put that dragon tickler away! If you hurt me in any way, the boy will die screaming!” The cat curled around and licked the base of her tail. “You almost maimed me! You almost ruined my beauty! Humans are so cruel!” “You say that after kidnapping a member of the royalty itself?” The warrior sighed and sheathed her weapon. “Talk cat. I gather you were sent for me?” The cat continued grooming herself for several minutes before speaking again. “You’re smarter then you look, human! My Mistress sent me when your torch was failing.” The cat nudged the brilliantly glowing cylinder that lay between them in the dust. “This is a gift for you. Mistress would meet with the woman who faired so much better then all the king’s men.” The human picked up the cylinder. A fiercely bright light glared from the flat of one end. The body was clear as glass, but felt odd. Mercy pulled the knife from her belt and tried its edge on the clear cylinder. A sliver curled up as she carefully carved. “This is a tool of the olden times!” she declared, very nearly dropping the object. She peered closely. A much smaller metal cylinder moved freely within. Giving the glowing device a shake made the metal cylinder travel back and forth inside a centrally located coil of hair fine wire that gleamed not unlike her own fiery red locks. She shook it harder. Did the light grow brighter? Yes it did! Shaking it must be the way to renew the spell! Pressing her finger over a stud on the side of the main body made the light vanish with a soft click. Mercy wasted no time pressing again to bring it back. “Oh bravo!” the cat cheered. “You figured out its function quite quickly! Mistress will be pleased!” “I care not how pleased your mistress is! My only care is the safe return of the Prince!” She aimed the light at the feline and watched the flame-like reflection of its eyes. “Lead on, cat!” Tail held high, the cat spun around and strutted gracefully along a metal rail. “Betsy!” she sniffed disdainfully. “You are not to address me as cat!” “Betsy?” Try as she might, Mercy could not suppress her laughter. “The mighty demon that threatens to rend my soul is named Betsy?” The tail bristled. “Betsy is a fine name for a demon! It is not cute in the very least! Betsy is a perfectly fitting name for a creature such as me! Is that understood, human?” “Perfectly, oh mighty demon!” The warrior followed the feline in silence for several paces. “You are not to address me as human. My name is Mercy.” “That’s pretty.” The cat stiffened. “I mean what a foolish name! How could you dare mock mine with a name like yours? Betsy and Mercy sound almost alike! ” “I call for a truce, fearsome Betsy of the night. I have no quarrel with you!” The human grinned slightly. She rather liked the little fur face. It was just a shame she was in league with the witch! “Just lead me to your mistress.” The cat looked back over one shoulder. “Truce, Mercy. We’re nearly there. Extinguish your light and look ahead.” The tunnel turned towards the right. A bright cheery glow came from some point just around the bend. “Is that her lair?” The warrior could not help whispering. “Is that where she holds the Prince?” “Yes and yes!” The feline sighed. “Mercy, have a care. You amuse my Mistress for the moment. Be on your guard and you will leave this place with your life!” “We will see who amuses who!” The human stood tall and strode purposefully towards the light. “Witch, I demand an audience with you!” A woman of indeterminate age turned from her seat before a glowing device atop her workbench and grinned toothlessly. “The woman warrior demands?” Betsy raced to the hag’s side. “Mistress! That is just her way. I am sure she meant no disrespect!” The witch lashed out and kicked the small creature. “When I want an opinion out of you, I will give you one!” Mercy gripped the hilt of her sword tightly as she watched Betsy scramble to the safety afforded under the workbench. “Is this how you treat harmless animals?” she demanded. Betsy hissed as if in anger over the harmless animal comment, but Mercy could detect gratitude in the feline’s lovely green eyes. “I have come for the Prince!” The witch dramatically threw back her rag of a cape and stomped across the cavernous room to face Mercy. The creature was a tiny thing. Her shock of snowy white hair only reached eye level with the warrior. “I know why you have come! I may even grant your rude request. As for now,” The witch motioned with a hand that looked like old and wrinkled parchment, stained with the marks of advanced age. “You have no need of armaments here!” Mercy felt her body stiffen as the sword jerked free from her hand and her knife leapt of its own accord from her belt. Both flew slow and stately through the air and came to rest above a wooden tub of water. “Parlor tricks.” She stated firmly, hiding the sudden unease she felt as the steel of her weapons began to glow. Within seconds the metal began to flow. Globules of molten steel fell only to make the water hiss and boil. “I can always refine the steel.” The witch explained as the last of the metal splashed. “If you are very good, I shall gift you with new blades that will put your crude weapons to shame!” She returned to her workbench and tapped her fingers on a platter of many small squares below the glowing rectangular panel. “Yes, I think I’ll create some fine carbon steel to replace that crude base metal trash you call a blade!” A soft musical tone sounded. “Blast! The power grows weak again!” The witch frantically tapped the squares again and a tinny fanfare played just before the glow faded. Mercy looked all around, but saw no sign of any windows shutting down. Why would such a message appear on the small panel the witch was staring at? Did it have anything to do with the large tome on the bench inscribed “Windows for Dummies?” She forced herself to relax. “Who are you?” she asked calmly. “What is that object?” The hag cackled. “The kingdom of Delphia has known me as The Witch of the Wood for generations! You are actually the first to dare ask my name in these last two hundred years! You may call me Lady Amanda.” The tiny hag pulled the now dark panel down to click it in place over the section with all the squares. “This is knowledge!” she announced excitedly. “The ancients called it a laptop. This ancient wonder contains more medical information then all the healers in every kingdom on Earth have in their heads! With the library of books and disks I have unearthed, I have used it to re-learn secrets lost for over four thousand years!” The witch pounded the workbench. “I really must make time to recreate lithium ion batteries! The blasted internal battery can no longer hold a charge!” The hag shrugged and pulled wires from the large earthen jugs on the floor next to her bench. “Oh well, lead acid cells work well enough. I’ll need fresh acid and more copper to renew the power supply though.” It was a small price to pay for more information. Still, it galled the warrior to address this creature in such a pompous manner. “Lady Amanda, what is your reasoning for kidnapping the Prince?” “Four thousand years ago, a great Citadel stood above where we now stand. Those that dwelled there claimed it was a city of brotherly love. From the fragments of information I have gathered from it’s downfall, and other Citadels like it, it was destroyed in a single instant! What type of love is that? The fools used nuclear weapons! Who started it, I do not know. I do know that every kingdom capable joined in. They unleashed hellish forces found only within the sun itself to wipe themselves out utterly! What good is conquering your foe if you poison the very land you want to claim for your own? What good is using a weapon so fearsome, if your enemy also will use his? No land was left untouched by this man made firestorm! No matter. The fools did leave me a gift.” The witch jumped up and moved with surprising speed to a rough wall that stretched across the back of the tunnel. She whipped a curtain aside. “See all these old and musty volumes? They lay forgotten and safe all these centuries until someone found this underground complex of tunnels and tracks. Their knowledge is mine! I have brought all I could find and build a library the likes this world has not seen since that foolish civilization fell! I have studied them along with the laptop for decades to reach my level of skill!” As far as the eye could see, the tunnel was lined with endless shelves of books. The warrior had never seen so many in one place before! “The time of learning has ended! Now I begin to add my own knowledge to the library!” the witch grabbed Mercy’s arm and tugged. “Come along! I must show you my masterpiece!” The warrior let herself be lead across the cavern. The witch released her arm and tugged another curtain aside. There finally, was the Prince. The youth was strapped tightly, wrist and ankle to a gleaming metal table. His slender nude body writhed as if suffering the pains of Hell itself! Mercy considered herself to be battle hardened, but what she was in time to witness made her feel ill! As Prince Alexis twisted and moaned something unspeakable happened. His penis sloughed off! The organ fell free to land with a wet splash of blood on the metal tabletop. The warrior watched in horror as the blood flowed down a drain so obviously placed there for just that purpose! The testicles were soon to follow. First the sack slipped free with a small splat. Finally one then the other manly jewel joined the phallus in its pool of bloody gore. “You neutered him!” Muscles tensed and strained as a killing rage overcame her. Try as she might, Mercy could not move! “You sick filthy creature! You destroyed him!” The self-proclaimed Lady Amanda laughed. “Nothing as crude as a neutering I assure you!” The hag hurried forward and picked up the fallen penis. “This doesn’t look like much now. I wonder if he’ll even miss it.” The insane woman collected the testicles and their sack too, tossing them phallus and all carelessly into a brightly burning brazier. “Now keep watching. The Prince is dead. Long live the Princess!” Mercy tried to ignore the scent of roasting flesh. It smelled much like a suckling pig on a spit. This time the aroma made the bile rise to burn the back of her throat. She could not tear her eyes from the open bloody gash between the Prince’s legs. “Heavens preserve us!” she muttered as the raw meat began to shift and change. “Lips?” she gasped. “He, he’s growing a, a vagina?” “Of course!” Amanda applauded herself. “Did you think I was some simple butcher? Behold my masterwork!” The form was more distinct now. The raw bloody look was fading as clean healthy flesh grew. Mercy felt her face grow warm as she gazed on an absolutely perfect flower of womanly love. “Why?” she breathed. “Why shame him like this?” “No shame! I have brought about his betterment!” The witch motioned to Alexis’ chest. “Watch carefully now!” She knew what was coming next. The hips of the slender youth had already started to widen. Shifting her gaze higher, Mercy watched as the small nipples of a man grew and blossomed into those of a young woman. Now the chest itself was changing. The bosom filled out and swelled. The warrior hated herself for feeling a slight twinge of pleasure when the growth ceased at what she considered to be a pleasant handful. The last change she could detect was when the throat of the youth lost its tell tale bulge and took on a more smooth an supple appearance. Oddly, the face remained much the same. The wispy goatee that Alexis was so proud of had fallen out. The fine golden hairs had sprinkled over the smooth flesh and fallen to the metal table. A sob escaped Mercy’s lips. The handsome young man was gone! In his place was a winsome flaxen-haired beautiful maiden! “Why?” she cried again. “How did you manage this foul deed?” “Magic my dear!” The witch laughed. “My magic has unlocked all the secrets of the ancient ones! Where they took years of probing, trial, error, and just plain guessing, I can perform a masterpiece in just hours! They had a vast study effort called “The Human Genome Project” Once I discovered this from the old knowledge; I was able to use my gift of sight to see into the very essence of life itself! It was child’s play to convince every Y chromosome in his body to become an X! I then merely gave him the required energy to force his organs to change and grow. Behold the result!” “Change him back!” Mercy managed to take a small shuffling step towards the filthy witch. “For pity’s sake, restore his maleness before he awakes!” “Not so fast! This is where leverage comes to play!” The hag shoved Mercy back. The warrior fell to the floor. “Imagine just how much land the king would grant to have his simpering boy restored to him! I will settle for nothing less then half the kingdom! Remember, I can create all manner of weapons to drive my point home” “He would never agree!” Mercy didn’t doubt that for a moment. The king had a thing for propriety. Nothing about this was proper! He would consider his son dead and wage war! “I’ll kill you myself rather then let the kingdom be plunged into war against magic!” “You, kill me? I think not!” Once again the witch lashed out a boot. Mercy saw stars when the boot connected with the side of her head. “Mercy, please wake up!” soft fur rubbed against her cheek. “I know well the hardness of her boot, but please wake up!” The warrior moaned. “Fierce Betsy?” she muttered as the world spun back into being. “How long was I out?” “Two hours, maybe more! Mistress grew tired of waiting and went to gather firewood. She won’t be back for some time.” The feline butted her face against the humans. “I was worried about you! I told you to be on your guard! Mistress isn’t amused by you any more!” “The feeling is quite mutual!” The warrior sat up on the straw filled pallet and looked around the cage that surrounded her. One thing became obvious immediately. “The witch stripped me? Why in heavens did she remove my leather?” The cat looked frightened. “Mistress used her sight on you! She said she was gifting you with what a lover of other women and a warrior of your years so clearly wanted!” The petite cat seemed agitated. “She thinks you will be beholden to her. She thinks you will become her creature, like I am!” Anger burned the fear from Mercy’s heart. “Not much chance of that, Betsy of the darkness!” What had the foul witch meant? The warrior looked down at her body and froze. The scars! The scars of many years of battle were fading! “That filthy monster!” Mercy wore her scars with pride. They were a record of battles fought and won! Several healers had offered to lesson or remove the worst of them. She had only laughed that they thought her so vain. “How dare she remove the chapters of my life like this?” That’s when she noticed her hands. The lines of age had faded too! “Betsy! What is happening to me?” The cat flinched. “Mistress has undone the ravages of time for you. She calls it complete cellular regeneration. Mistress claims any woman would trade her soul for such a gift!” Betsy slowly backed away in fear. “Mercy, I told her you were too strong and just for such a tactic to work! She doesn’t listen to me!” The warrior’s eyes opened wide as her bosoms slowly rose on her chest until they rode firm and high as they did when she was a mere girl. She closely examined the smooth supple flesh of her arms and legs. She pulled the long leather tie from her hair and shook the thick mane free. Look hard as she might, she could see none of the invading strands of silver that had been slowly building over the years. Her hair was the uniform blazing flame red she remembered it being when she was…”Eighteen?” she asked softly. “Am I really eighteen again?” Betsy had burrowed under a pile of straw. “That’s what she said she was aiming for! Please don’t blame me!” “No blame falls to you, demon-spawn Betsy!” She clenched her fists. “As for your mistress, she will pay!” The cat peeked out of the straw that hid her. “Mercy, she granted you another gift! I am so sorry!” Before she could answer, pain burned deep in her guts. She fell back on the pallet and cried out. “What else?” she gasped as her insides squirmed. The cat raced forth and sprang up to join the fallen warrior. A raspy pink tongue licked the human’s cheek in an offer of comfort. “Something a lover of women would welcome! She gave you a prod of your very own!” Mercy traced her fingers over the center of the pain. A hard lump was rapidly growing about an inch over her sex. “No!” she screamed when understanding dawned. “Being made a monster is no gift I would welcome!” She groaned and writhed, as the lump grew bigger. “I know it hurts!” Betsy cried, remembering the long ago pain in her head that brought understanding, speech and cognitive thought. “It will ease soon! I promise it will be over soon!” The lump was now nearly as big as her fist. “Knife!” she gasped through gritted teeth. “Get me a blade!” The cat ran as if the demons of Hell were hot on her heels and slipped effortlessly through the bars of the cage. “Hold on Mercy! Please hold on!” It seemed like hours, but the cat returned only moments later. A tiny but gleaming knife was gripped carefully in her teeth. “Scalpel!” she announced as she dropped it into the human’s hand. “It is very clean and sharp!” Mercy was panting as she gripped the tiny blade. Before she could think to change her mind, she acted! Moving swiftly, she traced the blade around the huge blister of tightly stretched skin. A gout of blood burst free as something long pushed its way into the open air. “It’s not all out!” the warrior cried as she forced her fingers down along the base of the bloody shaft. Squirming and moaning, she freed the two other objects trapped under her skin. “The worst is over.” She gasped as she could finally still her straining body. The little black cat shivered. “I, I thought you would cut it off!” Mercy sighed. “Couldn’t risk that.” She hid the little blade carefully amid the straw. “A male’s organ has a vast blood supply. I would have surely bled to death if I did!” She sat up and dared to look between her legs. What had she become? Her own sex remained. Her questioning fingers confirmed that. Now she also sported the shaft and balls of a man! She felt ill as she examined the gore-covered organ. Why had the witch done this to her? Did she think this cursed thing would please her? Such organs had never interested her before. Why in Hell would she want one of her own? She staggered to her feet and headed for the corner of her cage. The warrior shivered as she poured a bucket of cold water over the bloody thing. It looked no better clean. Betsy wandered over and inspected her friend’s new addition. “That is what will please women?” she asked innocently. “That is the second one I have seen, but I still don’t understand the attraction.” The cat sniffed in disdain. “It looks like a sausage. Why would women like you with a sausage thing sticking out of your body? Yours is bigger then the Prince’s was though.” “Surely you jest. Haven’t any toms come sniffing around your furry little tail?” Mercy poked the thick shaft and shuddered. Yes, she felt that quite plainly. “Haven’t you wanted one to cover you and give you kittens?” The feline sighed. “No, Mercy. I was born underground. In all of my fifty seasons, I have never been to the surface. I gather toms mean cats that are boys. I never met any of those. The only other four-legs I ever see are mice.” The cat cheered considerably and licked her chops. “At least the eating is good down here!” The now young warrior eyed her feline companion. “Fifty seasons? I gather the witch has worked her age spell on you too.” “Of course. She claims two years is the optimum age for a prime mouser like me.” Betsy sighed. “My lot in life is to keep rodents out of her lair. I fear it will be a very long one.” Mercy smiled kindly. “Would you like to see the world up above? Would it interest you to meet any of those toms I mentioned?” Betsy paused in her seemingly never ending grooming. “Kittens? If only I could!” A note of longing entered her voice. “If you escape, can, can you take me with you?” Mercy knelt and stroked the sleek black fur of her friend. “Betsy of the demon realm, I swear on my honor to not only escape, but to free you and the Prince!” Soft purring filled the air. “I’m not really a demon, you know. Mistress reworked my brain so human like capacity would fit in my skull. Then, of course, my lifespan had to be augmented so she wouldn’t have to keep creating other’s like me. She then gave me the organs of speech. I think that was mainly so she could hear me praise her.” Betsy sighed. “I’m no demon. I’m only Mistress’s first successful biology experiment.” “No only about you, Hell-cat Betsy!” the human gave a final tickle behind the cat’s ears before standing. “You are fearsome Betsy, demon of the night. Don’t ever forget that!” The cat sat up tall, tail proudly raised. “Mercy, I pledge my loyalty to you! I’ll help in any way I can!” The human looked about her cage. “You’ve already helped immensely with that blade.” She reached for the door and shook the heavy lock. “Would there be a key for this?” The cat managed to look embarrassed. “I am Betsy the fool! If Mistress has one, no! If that witch left a key here, by my heart and soul I will find it!” The cat was off again in an instant, leaving her human friend to her own thoughts for the moment. Those thoughts soon turned to her unwanted new additions. Surely a gifted healer would be able to remove it. She stared at it. The cursed thing hung limp between her legs, fully six inches of unwanted flesh dangling flaccid over two large goose eggs of useless manhood. Thank the heavens above her womanhood still remained! Yes, a healer would be able to remove this horror! Mercy heard a slight moan and looked up. Her own problems were nothing compared to those of the Prince! Alexis lay still just a scant few feet away. His pert breasts rose and fell as he slept peacefully. From her vantage point, the warrior had an unobstructed view up between long shapely legs. A silky tuft of golden curls had grown to crown the beautiful vagina in a glory delightful to behold. Mercy felt a strange stirring deep in her body and looked down at herself. “Oh no. No, no, no!” she breathed as her penis twitched in time to the pounding of her heart. The organ slowly swelled and grew! It no longer hung limp. It rose, jerk by jerk, to point itself at the poor unfortunate Prince! Inch by inch it lengthened. The ruddy head soon peeked from the skin encasing it. Nearly ten inches of engorged flesh now quivered with eagerness! The warrior could not stop her hand from moving. She touched the hard flesh of the shaft and felt a sensation of pleasure! Unwanted thoughts invaded her mind. This evil python wanted something, and Mercy knew just what it was! Sweat beaded her brow as she returned her gaze to the bound and sleeping Prince. He, no, she was lovely. Her hand gently grasped the hardness that was her erection. She moved that hand, and it was good! Mercy tore her eyes from the sleeping form and forced her hand to release it’s grip. “I will not do this!” she declared through clenched teeth. That’s when she noticed a small pot of grease just outside of her cage. With a moan, the proud warrior dropped to her knees. Reaching through the bars, she managed to snatch up the pot. Her finger shook as she scooped up a dollop of the soothing lubricant and began to apply it to her throbbing organ. “Would it feel like this?” she gasped as she once again gripped the shaft, and slid her hand up and down. “Is this the feeling men crave so much?” The redhead pumped her hand faster and faster on the shamefully hard organ. Would it be such a bad thing if the Prince remained a Princess? She had always liked the lad. It had always struck her as cute the way he followed her around like a lovesick puppy since he was ten years old. Now he was just the sort of willowy beauty that appealed to her! Her mouth watered to taste of the lovely flower that was his vagina. Her penis simply throbbed with the need to enter that sacred glory! Mercy gripped the bars of her cage tightly with one hand as she wildly stroked her hardness. The warrior’s mouth hung open as she panted. Her eyes fluttered as she leaned towards the bars as if to get closer to the lovely maiden that was the Prince. Deep inside she felt it building. Her body was straining to reach something. Resting her cheek against the cold iron of the bars, Mercy continued her frantic flogging. The Prince made such a lovely maiden! The warrior felt she could perhaps give up her life of fighting if such a woman was hers to love! The building pressure within her seemed to explode! Mercy grunted like some beast. Her penis throbbed as a rope of shimmering pearly syrup burst free from the bulbous helm of its crown. Said rope arched through the air. It bridged the short distance between cage and table to drape wetly over the Prince’s sleeping form. Again and again the thick shining fluid spurted from her body until Alexis fairly glistened from legs to breasts with the issue of Mercy’s ejaculate. The warrior tried to slow her racing heart when it was finally over. Where before she felt passion, now she only felt shame. Was she no better then a man? Was it now her destiny to be led around by this wicked rod of flesh? “No!” she declared, turning her back to the spattered Prince. “Never again!” “Never again?” The witch cackled in triumph. “Are you sure about that my dear girl? You surely seemed to enjoy the lubrication I left for you! Are you sure you will never stroke yourself like that again?” “Of that I am certain!” Mercy stood tall, refusing to admit her shame to the hag. “I control my own destiny! No lump of flesh will change that!” “We shall see!” The harpy shuffled over to the sleeping Prince and slapped his cheek. “Awake, you lazy slut! It is time to meet your fellow prisoner!” Alexis opened his eyes. “Who dares call me slut?” The eyes opened wider. “Who?” He cleared his throat and tried again. Who dares?” The voice that emerged from those ruby lips was the clear sweet soprano of his boyhood days. “Watch your tongue, girly!” The witch untied the cords pinning the Prince. “On your feet, whore!” The Prince sprang from the table, only to stagger and fall face first to the floor. “What is wrong? I feel strange!” More cackling laughter met this mishap. “Nothing is wrong, missy! I’d guess it was a simple matter of over compensation on your part. Your center of gravity is forever changed, among other things!” Alexis looked down at his nude body and froze. “This can not be!” A wail of pure heartache and dismay followed as he realized his manhood was missing. The witch grabbed golden hair and yanked Alexis back to his feet. “In the cage with you, or I’ll give you something to really cry about!” Mercy rushed the cage door as the witch dragged the Prince over while waving one hand in complex patterns. “Unhand him, bitch!” she shouted as the lock opened itself and the door swung wide. The warrior charged and the witch pointed a single shriveled finger her way. Some invisible force flung Mercy against the far side of the cage. She could only watch stunned as the Prince was unceremoniously tossed in with her. She was unable to move before the lock once again clicked back into place. “Why so angry?” The witch grinned a toothless grin. “You should be happy I gave you such a pretty present!” The warrior regained her feet and rushed to the Prince’s side. “Calm yourself.” She said soothingly as the winsome form trembled in shock. “You are still alive! This can be set right!” Brilliant blue eyes fought back tears. “I am a woman?” Alexis asked in horror. “How can this be?” “Magic most foul!” Mercy could only answer. “The witch of the woods means to ransom your manhood to the king.” “Who are you?” The lovely Prince eyed her carefully, gasping when noticing the now flaccid penis. The light of recognition dawned. “Mercy, you have been altered too?” “Regrettably yes your highness.” She sighed. “I am so sorry I could not prevent you from seeing me this way.” “You’re sorry? You’re sorry? You’re a beautiful girl with a masterful cock!” The Prince’s voice was growing shrill. “What have you to be sorry for? You have a staff even larger then the one stolen from me!” The flaxen haired beauty began to scream. “What am I? I’m nothing but a useless woman now!” Mercy hated to do it, but she had to calm this outburst down. With lightning speed she raised her hand and slapped the hysterical Prince’s face. “How dare you say useless woman in my presence?” she demanded. “Have I ever appeared as useless to you?” Alexis looked at her with wide eyes. “I meant no disrespect! I know full well you have carved out a pathway of glory for yourself! My father trusts you as he does his champion knights!” The Prince choked back a sob. “I only meant, what is to become of me?” “Oh ho! A lover’s spat!” The witch seemed quite proud of herself. “I knew the royal bitch would make an excellent woman! See how the whore already praises the size of your meat and then simpers before your anger!” Mercy glared at their tormenter. “Make your demands!” she barked. “Let us end this mockery!” “In due time!” Steely eyes flashed fire. “Perhaps I should wait a bit. Would the king like a grandchild? Young Mercy, why not sew your seed in the slut’s fertile valley? I assure you, she is as fertile as you are virile! Unload your seed in the slut, and her belly will grow great with your child!” The prince took that moment to notice the slimy fluid beginning to dry on flawless pale skin. Alexis knew it for what it was in an instant. Lovely eyes grew wide in horror. “You wouldn’t!” he squealed. “You can’t!” Mercy sighed as the lovely Prince backed away in panic. “No, I wouldn’t.” she calmly replied. “Let’s just consider what you are wearing as payback. I remember what a certain twelve-year-old boy did while spying on me as I bathe in the river. I was not pleased to find your issue all over the towel as I wiped my face with it!” “I think you will.” The witch added. “Young Mercy, you now have the organ and drives of a man! How long can you stay locked in with such a pretty little naked tart before you take what you will from her?” Before she could answer, a loud clatter filled the cavern. All manner of metalwork tumbled to the ground in a far corner. A small black cat froze in her attempts to tug open a drawer in an old chest. Mercy lunged at the bars in an attempt to grab the witch. “Betsy, run!” she screamed, as the hag seemed to crackle with rage. “Betrayer! Ungrateful little spy! Trying to open my chest of secrets?” With the intricate motion of one hand, the hag suspended the brave cat in thin air. “I should skin you alive for a winter cap!” The witch stamped over to the hissing and struggling cat. “No! I will use you as bait! Betsy the traitor will spend her final moments being torn apart by the feral dog I will use in the creation of her replacement! Now join your friends in their cage! If you step beyond it’s confines, I’ll lop off your paws and feed them to you in a stew!” With another hand motion, the spitting angry feline was sent hurling towards the cage containing the humans. It wasn’t by accident that the valiant creature’s head clipped one of the iron bars! Mercy’s reflexes took over as she dove to catch the fallen feline. “Betsy, I have you!” she cried as she cradled the limp form in her arms. “By all the Gods above, you will regret this!” she swore at the retreating form of the witch. “If this small person dies, then so shall you!” “It’s only a cat.” The Prince said as Mercy gently rocked the small furry form. “The kingdom is over run with such strays.” The warrior very nearly struck her cage mate again. “There is nothing ‘only’ about Betsy! She risked her very existence for us! You best remember that!” Emerald green eyes fluttered. “Hi Mercy.” The petite black cat whispered. “I, I have to tell you something!” Those green eyes opened wide as the feline began to gag and choke. “Hold on, little friend!” The warrior gently placed the stricken animal on the straw of her sleeping pallet. “What can I do? How can I help you?” Betsy shuddered with each choking breath. Soon, a mass of wet matted substance began to emerge from her mouth. With a final heaving retch, the disgusting mass of slimy wet fur was deposited on the straw. The feline panted from her efforts. “Mercy” She gasped. “I, I wasn’t opening that drawer!” Prince Alexis looked on in undisguised disgust. “So the cat can talk. Does that give it the right to befoul our only sleeping arrangements?” Mercy laughed as the cat looked up and gave her a tired wink. “You were closing the drawer, not opening it!” the warrior dropped her voice to a whisper. “Betsy, you are one of the bravest persons I have ever met!” she grabbed up the slimy fur ball, and began pulling it apart. A wet key gleamed from within! “Let us leave!” The winsome Prince cried. “Hold your tongue!” The warrior grabbed the lovely Prince’s arm and gave it a warning squeeze. “We wouldn’t get ten paces before she stops us!” “You forget with whom you speak to!” Alexis stood tall. “I am Prince of Delphia! Heir to my father’s crown! You may be the King’s special agent, but you have no authority to order me about!” The black cat’s tail bristled. “Shut up, you silly woman! I have no wish to dine on my paws tonight!” “You call a Prince a Woman? You little vermin eating pest! I’ll show you who is a woman!” He made the mistake of letting Mercy see him attempt to kick the valiant little cat. Betsy danced away with a warning hiss, but the damage was done! “No! I’ll show you who is a woman!” Anger boiled in Mercy’s blood. She made to strike the Prince, but in the last second she acted in a manner that surprised even her. The warrior roughly yanked the flaxen beauty to her. Pressing her body against the graceful form of the Prince, she kissed Alexis deeply. He struggled as the warrior’s tongue entered the warmth of his mouth, but Mercy’s strength far surpassed his! “You, my pretty Alex, are a woman!” she hissed in a delicate ear. “Every aspect of your body proves it! The graceful widening of your hips looks just right to assure easy birthing! That delightful firm round bottom could never be confused with that of a boy! As for the luscious form of your adorable breasts, you will have no trouble giving sup to any babies you may deliver! Yes, you are all woman! Nobody will see you as Prince! You look more like the milkmaid that every farm lad dreams of catching alone in the hayloft!” To drive the point home, the warrior roughly groped between plump and heavenly thighs wile indulging in another kiss. She continued in the softest of whispers “The royal jewels are gone, perhaps never to return! Only the witch knows for sure! Remember that! Attempt to hurt Betsy again and not only will I leave you to the witch; I will take the place of that farm lad in the hayloft! Do you understand?” When released, Alexis staggered back until she pressed against the cold bars. “Yes Mercy.” She whimpered. “I, I understand.” The stunned Princess hastily retreated to the far corner of the cage. What was the strange wetness she was feeling between her legs? The warmth fairly flowed over her thighs. Why had plump nipples grown so firm and hard? Finally, why in heavens was she crying just because a woman had scolded? The warrior curbed her anger when Alexis ran away. “Good! Now let me think of some way to get us both returned to normal!” Mercy turned her back on Alexis. Her stupid penis was growing annoyingly hard once more and she had no wish to frighten the Prince again! It was best to plunge back into the problem at hand. “Demon beast Betsy, perhaps you could answer me a question.” The cat sat up at attention. “Anything for you Mercy! I’ll help in any manner I can.” “The times I witnessed the hag work magic, she made all manner of complex motions with her hand. Is this habit, or do her spells need the hand moving?” The cat’s eyes sparkled. “The movements are a necessary part of any spells! You should have seen her when she worked on the Prince, and set your own change in motion. She waved both hands about so fast I could hardly follow them!” Mercy stared at the key. Such a small thing quite possibly meant they would win the day! “I’ll have to bide my time.” She couldn’t trust the emotional wreck the Princess had become. “Betsy, would you be able to hold onto your former mistress’s hand if I gave you the word?” The cat thought for a moment. She raised a paw and displayed her wickedly sharp claws. “Mercy, your word is my law! I’ll follow you through the gates of Hell itself if you only ask!” The petite feline giggled. “More to the point, when I get hold of something, I do not let it go!” ‘Hopefully it won’t come to that!” The warrior smiled. “I couldn’t ask for a better companion to face the demons of the afterworld with though! What I had in mind could be just as dangerous. If I can catch her off guard, we can immobilize her arms. Perhaps we can convince the hag to return the Princess, um, Prince back to normal.” Preparations had to be made. Mercy felt her face grow warm as she picked up the small pot of grease again. What had compelled her to use it in that undignified way before? With a shrug, she set about applying the lubrication to the hinges of the cage door. She wanted no hint of sound to give the witch any warning. A slender hand touched hers. “Don’t forget the lock and key.” The Princess said softly. “She may hear it click as you open it.” “Good thinking, Alexis.” Mercy used the key to open the lock and greased up the moving parts as best she could. “Are you alright now?” she asked not unkindly as she relocked their prison. The princess bravely tried to put a smile on her face. “I trust you completely. If I am to be returned to normal, I know you’ll make it happen!” The warrior leaned close and kissed the lovely lips of the Prince once more. This time there was no struggle. “I’ll do my best! If it can be done, we’ll do it!” To her delight, this time it was Alexis who kissed her! “For luck!” the beauty assured, as if the simple but loving act could not possibly be due to passion. “Ah, the sweet first kiss of love!” The witch had returned without notice! “How many babies had their start with just that first little kiss?” Mercy laughed. “It takes a bit more then a kiss, you broken down wreck of a woman!” “Sticks and stones!” reminded the witch. “Sticks and stones can crush the life out of prisoners who don’t mind their tongues!” “True, you can kill me.” The warrior calmly replied. “You can kill us all, but you can not force me to mount on command and breed like some trained stallion!” The hag stared at Mercy’s erection. “I do not think it would take much force. How long can you fight the temptation to sink that wonderful rod into the warmth of Princess Slut’s ripe and fertile body?” “I can control my urges!” Mercy shouted angrily. “I may have this cursed member, but I am no man driven only by his urges!” “Urges can be increased.” The witch cast off the tattered rags she was dressed in. “Nothing increases urges like being exposed to something you can not possibly have!” The warrior laughed bitterly. “Seeing your broken down body makes my hand look all the more appealing, you ancient dried up prune!” She started slowly. Waving both hands in intricate patterns, the witch cackled with glee. “True, two hundred years has taken its toll. What can I say? This is the body peasants expect from their resident witch!” The air around her began to shimmer. “Just for you though, I’ll let you see the bloom of my youth! I’ll have you know the boys were always sniffing around me like lowly little dogs! Watch and feel your cock grow harder as I unwind time itself just for you!” The warrior barked out a laugh. “You showed that parlor trick already! Is your mind so feeble you forgot you made me young again?” “This is no simple regeneration!” the witch’s hands flew at unimaginable speed. “I am rolling back time itself! Unlike you, I have no wish to be trapped as a young girl. I will remain ready to recapture my hard earned wretchedness at the wave of one hand. Only my beautiful mind shall remain untouched, shielded from the time spell! My body shall be one of a temptress just entering her eighteenth season. Before long you will be desperate to ram your cock into my soft warm tightness!” She laughed, and the sound was somehow more musical now. “Only you will be unable to touch me trapped in your cage! You will have to choose. Use the Princess’s womb as the receptacle for your seed, or spill it uselessly onto the dirty stone floor! I’m betting a pretty pussy will be far more inviting then your grasping stroking hand!” Mercy’s disgust at watching the naked hag soon was dispelled. In short order it was a handsome middle-aged woman that stood before her. It had amazed the when her own bosoms had returned to their youth. This was by far more interesting to behold! The warrior’s jaw dropped as lifeless sacks grew plump firm and very nearly as large as her own. The leathery skin grew suppler. The ravages of age faded and were gone. Pale smooth skin glowed with the vitality of youth. The shock of frizzy white hair too had vanished. Long silky hair hung nearly down to the lovely girl’s waist. It glimmered like fire! It was every bit as red as the warrior’s own proud mane! It went much farther then that. “What is this trickery?” Mercy gasped. The witch looked to be a sister to her! “Who are you?” The redheaded witch danced lightly across the floor. “Do you find me appealing?” she asked in a voice as musical as silver bells. “Does the sight of your ancestress make the blood pound in your loins? I too am of the McCauley clan! Does lust boil within you for your dear old auntie? You should be ashamed of yourself!” Mercy gulped. Amanda was like a petite version of herself! What did that say of her since her cock now throbbed with lust! “No shame!” she said roughly. “It is the Princess’s beauty that has affected me so! Do not flatter yourself into thinking it is your body I wish to pierce!” Alexis squealed and backed into the corner. “No! I must remain untouched! How could I face myself as a man if I was taken as a woman?” Betsy sighed. “Oh do shut up, you silly little girl! If Mercy wanted to take you, she would already have done it!” “The shame is on you, Amanda!” Mercy grinned at the little cat’s interruption. “My willpower is greater then you suspect. Do what you will. I will simply wait it out. Eventually this damn fool member will lose interest and grow limp again! If not, I shall just gaze upon the princess, and use my hand again to spill my issue on the ground! You do not tempt me!” The witch laughed. “We shall see.” She whispered as she continued her dance. “My body is now young and beautiful. See how ripe it is for the plucking? Yes, my dear Mercy. This lovely body is untouched! Would you not like to claim my virtue for your own?” she moved closer to the bars and sensually traced delicate hands over flawless milk pale skin. “I know the timing of such things. This youthful body is ripe! If you should claim me with your cock this day, I would most certainly end up great with your child! Does that not fan the flames of your soul?” Mercy stood rock still, clenching her hands into tight fists. The pain of the key cutting into her palm helped keep her lust fogged mind focused. “Certainly not!” she said with a bit too much force. “Why would I want to sire a child onto you?” “My breasts growing even larger with milk does not tempt you? No matter. I think I know what will.” Amanda twirled away from the bars with a feline grace that rivaled Betsy’s. “I think I should show you how a young and lonely girl spent many a long night before her mother sent her away to train as a novice witch! I think you may enjoy it. You watch too, Princess whore! The lesson will serve you well as you explore the joys of your womanhood!” Mercy watched quite eagerly as the redheaded sprite danced about. How could a two hundred year old hag move with such a raw sensuality? Amanda was taking every opportunity to display her womanly charms. It may have been a bit vain, but the warrior thought it lovely the way the flaming red hair framed the flower of the witch’s sex. Let’s be honest. Mercy was also getting strange urges concerning the idea of that other pretty little hole every time Amanda bent and showed off the sexy little rounds of her bottom! The witch reached the metal table that so recently held Alexis captive. She leaned over it, laying her upper body over the cold hard surface. “This is how it was.” The witch said softly. “A poor and lonely maiden dreamed of having a man, but only had her own hand to ease her! Watch now, young Mercy!” she breathed as a slender hand wormed its way under her body. “See how I stroke the lips.” The hag gasped. “It has been so long since I have felt this pleasure!” The warrior slowly opened her hand and stared at the key. She looked down at the little black cat and grinned as she reached for the lock. There was just a soft click as the heavy lock popped open. Holding her breath, Mercy slowly pushed open the cage door. The witch was on her toes as her hand moved between her legs. She writhed, sliding her breasts over the smooth hard surface of the blood stained table. “My body yearns for this! My body burns for this!” The husky voice had the sound of someone lost deep within herself. “If only I could unlock the cage! If only I could risk it all to feel a cock drive itself into my belly!” The fingers stroked along pouting lips. “How would it feel to even ram my fingers deep inside? That is something I will never even know!” She shook herself, but the fingers continued their play. “Wouldn’t you love that? Wouldn’t you thrill over the thought of me letting you free to claim my innocence? Take the whore Princess! Enjoy her body. She is my gift to your new manhood! Take her! Take her now!” The warrior expected Amanda to look back over her shoulder at any second. Thank the stars above that she was so absorbed in pleasuring herself! Closer she crept, with the valiant Betsy at her side. Her cock throbbed, but she did her best to ignore it as she slowly reached out to the busy little witch. At the last second, the witch finally did look, but it was too late! Mercy pounced! She grasped the slender wrist of the masturbating girl, and held on tight as she could! “No! Unhand me!” the suddenly frightened girl screamed. Amanda thrashed on the table, but Betsy moved like black lightning! Both of the witch’s arms were trapped! Mercy held hers tight and immobile, while Betsy rode hers like a farmhand breaking a new horse! “No! You don’t understand!” the pinned girl cried as the warrior grabbed at a strap on one corner of the table. “I’ll restore you!” the witch promised. “I’ll make the whore back into a man! Let me go!” Mercy wrestled the strap around the slender wrist and bound it tight. “Please! You know not what you are doing!” Now she was free to help Betsy. It was all over in a moment. The witch was bound by both wrists to the evil table on which she altered the Prince. “I yield!” she screamed. “I can make you rich! I can give you powers beyond your dreams! Just let me go!” “What powers could you give me?” the warrior demanded. “I have no wish to make a deal with the demons of Hell!” “A tool. Nothing more!” The frantic witch wriggled her fingers, but it wasn’t nearly enough to make the symbols needed to cast a spell. “I can forge you a weapon like none seen in these last four thousand years!” the girlish voice dropped to a conspiratorial whisper. “Utilizing a small controlled explosion, this weapon can hurl a metal projectile no bigger then my littlest finger well over two thousand paces. With the proper aim, that simple little projectile would be able to enter the chest and tear open the heart of any living foe! Think a moment! Armor could stop an arrow, but no armor today could stand up to a full metal jacket round! Imagine vanquishing an enemy before he could even see the whites of your eyes! You would be invincible!” Mercy bristled. She didn’t understand it all, but she knew the general meaning! “Am I a coward? Are you saying my skill with a blade is not good enough?” “No! A blade then! I can create steel of a strength you have never heard of! It would keep its edge far longer then any weapon of its type! Its gleam would never see the slightest touch of tarnish! Such a sword could be yours if only you free my hands!” “My dear Lady Amanda, I am nobody’s fool!” On a strange impulse, the warrior raised a hand and brought it down hard on the bound girl’s lovely rump. Once, twice, thrice she slapped that pale bottom. Mercy only stopped when she saw the red image of her own hand showing plainly on the smooth warm flesh. “Are you crying?” she asked in surprise as the witch’s slender body trembled. “N-No!” the bound girl sniffled. “I, I am n-not crying! Just let me go, please? Let me go before something happens!” The warrior sighed. “This is quite a problem. How could you expect me to trust you now?” The hand that once struck the tender bottom now gently caressed in an effort to sooth away the ruddy handprints. “Bound to this table, you are such a comely and agreeable little thing. Once I release you, my life would most likely be forfeit. You do understand the dilemma, don’t you?” “I swear it!” the witch screamed as the caressing hand ventured to slid along the curve of her hip and up under her struggling body. “No! Don’t touch me there! By all that is sacred, I swear I will take no revenge!” Mercy felt silky curls before she reached wonderful warmth. This was familiar ground for the warrior. Many maidens had fallen to the persuasion of her gentle touch. She smiled at just how many protested that a woman should not lay with another woman. In Mercy’s varied and pleasurable experience, the ones that protested the most usually made the best and most eager lovers. Now the witch was protesting more then any had before her! Her new cock throbbed! The warrior let her fingertips grow bolder as they slowly glided over pouting lips. The moisture to follow made her heart thump and her cock ache even more. “Why do you protest, pretty little witch. Your body seems to like this very much!” “I can’t have it!” Amanda cried out. “You don’t understand! I can not possibly receive you into me!” The warrior knew a challenge when she heard one! “You think this hard staff you gave me is unable to fit in your sheath? Ask any midwife across the land. A baby’s head is far wider then this prod of mine!” Mercy withdrew her hand and took her time licking the fluid from her fingers. “Pretty witch, I’ll be gentle with you!” With that being said, the warrior moved up right behind the struggling beauty. “I am certain this key will fit your lock!” she announced gleefully as she wedged a leg between the tightly closed limbs of the sobbing witch and roughly spread them. “No, no, no! Don’t break me!” Amanda wailed. “I must remain pure of body!” Mercy laughed. “Are you waiting for your Prince Charming to arrive? The only Prince you ever met has lost his manhood due to your meddling! I think it’s only fair that the cock you created takes his place!” The warrior had no intention of risking everything by taking Amanda’s prize, but the struggling woman deserved to fear for her well being for what she had done! She grabbed the struggling girl’s legs and lifted her up as she stepped forward. Mercy couldn’t help a sigh as she lowered the witch so that lovely warm sex rested on the length of her hard shaft. “Your fate is up to you, Lady Amanda. You must come up with some way to convince me of your good intentions, or this cursed prod you created will be the tool of your deflowering! Do not think for one moment that I do not know what that would mean to you and your precious powers!” Betsy hopped onto the witch’s back. “Mercy, just claim her. She’s just going to kill us if she gets loose anyway! You may as well use that sausage and see what it feels like.” The cat looked up and gave Mercy a wink. She too knew what was at stake if Amanda’s innocence was taken. Amanda squealed again. “Don’t listen to that fickle cat, I beg of you! I believe you! I believe you know my secret! I’ll change the Prince back! Betsy knows enough to tell if I miscast the spells! I’ll give you a blade! Stand behind me and attend as I return the prince to normal! You can put it in my throat on her command if she detects the slightest misstep!” “Fickle indeed!” Betsy growled. “I should say I don’t know what you’re talking about, but I’ve lived with you long enough to have learned a thing or two! Be thankful I have no hands to motion with, or I’d turn you into a mouse and eat you up!” “This could work.” Mercy mused as she slowly started rocking her body back and forth. The feelings of her cock riding along that delightfully wet slit were thrilling! The warrior was very careful though. It seemed the old tales were right about a witch’s power. She dared not enter those inviting folds or the game was lost! “When the Princess is once again a Prince, he will be in charge of the blade while you undo my own condition.” “Deal!” Amanda cried. “Pierce my thumb and draw the blood to seal the contract! I swear on my life it will be done!” “That will be my pleasure!” Betsy said as she walked along the trembling body of the witch. “Silly girl, come here and gather the blood after I bite the hand that once fed me!” “I am not a silly girl!” Alexis whimpered as she ventured out of the relative safety of the cage. Her voice squeaked in her fear and anger. “I was a man! I will be a man once again!” The lovely Princess threw her shoulders back and strode purposely towards the table. “First I will have a bit of revenge!” As Mercy continued to slowly saw her member along the Witch’s sex, Alexis thrust her hand down under the trembling body. “What? Wait! Stop!” Mercy cried as a hand roughly grasped her erection. It was almost too late to stop the forward swing of her rhythmic rocking as that hand slightly changed the angle of her penis. The warrior made a superhuman effort and stopped herself in time. Her throbbing cock head lodged against exquisite warmth and tightness, but she did not enter that tunnel of wonder! “Alexis, no!” she warned, “You know not what you are doing! All witches must remain untouched to follow their calling!” The warning went unheeded as the Princess threw herself bodily against the warrior! “No!” Amanda wailed as her maidenhead was torn away. “Not that! Oh stars above, do not take me!” It was too late! The hard shaft she had created pushed deeper until it was lodged completely inside her body! “Ruin!” she cried as forces swirled inside her. “Ruin for us all!” Mercy moaned as the sheath that encased her cock rippled and caressed her shaft. “Witches are all virgins!” she managed to gasp. “Only a virgin can command the dark arts!” “The magic is leaving me!” Amanda wailed as her body thrashed. “I, I must hold on! If I concentrate, I may hold enough to control the time spell!” “Keep still!” the warrior shouted as her cock was massaged in the most delightful ways imaginable. “Gods and Goddesses above! I can’t help it!” Mercy withdrew her cock almost completely, and then sent it plunging back into the delight of the witch’s center. “It’s good! It’s so good!” Amanda squealed again, but there was the distinct sound of pleasure hidden in with the panic. “Please stop! The feelings! You’re filling me! I can’t think! I, I have to focus! So little power is left!” Mercy gripped the witch’s legs tighter and set into a steady rhythm of thrusts with her hips. “I, I could almost forgive every man that tried to have his way with me! Perhaps I should not have beaten them so much. How was I to know what a woman would feel like to a male’s member?” The Princess staggered back from the erotic scene before her. “Virgin?” she asked in horror. “Witches must remain virgin?” “Yes you sissy girl!” Betsy hissed. “My former mistress is no longer a witch! You now are trapped in that body forever! That is not important though! You have condemned my friend Mercy to be trapped as a half male!” Mercy heard the cat’s comments, and laughed. “This is condemned?” she asked in delight. “Then condemned I shall be!” The warrior thrilled at the way Amanda’s sweet tight sex sucked at her every time she withdrew for another stroke. New worlds of opportunity opened in her fevered mind. She had heard that the cook’s daughter prided herself on the skill in which she used her mouth on a man’s cock. By hook or by crook, that comely lass was going to wrap her lips around Mercy’s hard member! Until then, there was Amanda the former witch! “You said you were ripe!” she panted, as her movements grew more powerful. “You gave me the nuggets as well as the prod! Pretty girl, make ready to receive my child!” The powerless witch whimpered. “Not that! On top of all this, please not that too!” She shuddered, and her frenzied panic grew. “Please, b-before it is too late! It’s fading! Pull out! Have pity on me! Don’t make me do it!” The warrior plowed her member ever more forcefully into the heavenly warmth and tightness of Amanda’s womanhood. “Make you what?” she gasped. “Make you, climax?” “If I climax” the trembling girl gasped “I will loose my grip on the, the last of the power! My final spell will escape me! The magic is withering away from me! It is all I can do to hold on to my mind! Oh no! Oh please no! I must retain the power! I, I must not lose my precious knowledge!” Mercy didn’t care about magic any more! She was going to perform a feat greater then any spell Amanda had ever cast! “A child!” she shouted as she slammed her throbbing cock into the lovely girl. “I will make a child within your belly!” “No! No! No!” the bound girl chanted. “Must not loose control! Must not! Must not!” she whimpered again as she felt something she hadn’t known in well over a hundred years. Her orgasm was fast approaching! “I’m close! Oh stars above! I, I’m far too close! Oh, please withdraw! The spell will, will shatter if I succumb! I beg! I beg! Please do not push me over the abyss! I’ll give you treasure beyond dreams if you only withdraw before I succumb! ” Mercy felt that strange and wonderful tightness deep in her body again. This time she knew what it was! She ignored the witch’s frantic pleas and sought her own pleasure! “I, I’m going to cum! My, my cock is going to simply explode! I feel it! I’m going to ejaculate!” “Stop!” the witch screamed as a ripple washed over her. It was too late! “It’s here!” she moaned as a massive orgasm made her thrust back at her lover. “Mercy! Mercy, forgive me!” she gasped before crying out a sound of pure animalistic pleasure. Mercy felt the tight silky warmth around her cock ripple and grip at her member. That was it! The warrior grunted like a barnyard beast as she rammed her cock in deep and hard. Her body stiffened as a throb raced up from within her. Her cock spat! Again and again thick gooey seed blasted deep into her unwilling lover. Amanda simply quaked with the power of her climax. It proved more then enough distraction to disrupt her fragile hold on the last spell she would ever cast! “Oh Mercy!” The girl gave a wail of pure sensual delight before passing out as the dark forces drained forever from her quivering body! The warrior throbbed and spurt several more times into the unconscious girl before she let the limp legs drop and staggered back. “That was the most amazing thing I have ever experienced in my life!” She watched as thick white fluid dribbled out of the still girl. “Damnation! Did I kill her? Was that what she was so afraid of?” Betsy batted a paw at the bound girl. “No, she’s not dead.” The cat inspected the girl for a moment. “That’s funny. I thought when she lost the final magic at her command she would grow old again. Why was she so upset if that wasn’t to be the case?” The girl in question took a deep breath and sighed. “That was simply heaven!” she said in a soft happy voice. “Kind sir, please tell me your name, so I know who has saved me?” “Saved you?” Mercy was clearly puzzled. “Saved you from what?” Amanda giggled. “Saved me from being indentured to that hag Auntie Hilda! I turned eighteen seasons last week, and I’m supposed to be on my way to Auntie Hilda right now! Momma watched me like a hawk and never let me near any boys! She wanted me to remain pure so I could train to be a witch! She even kept me locked in a belt so no male could ever interfere with me!” The redhead giggled. “She even beat me if she suspected I touched myself at nights! Momma is going to be so mad that someone plucked me! She’ll be doubly mad when she finds out this was my time of the month to get pregnant! I don’t care though! I never wanted to be some nasty old witch anyway! Having a baby in my belly is such a sweet price to pay for my freedom!” The prone girl wriggled her arms and sighed again. “Speaking of freedom, please untie me now. Rope wasn’t needed, you know. All you had to do was ask me nicely and I would have gladly flipped up my skirts for you if I knew you had the key to unlock that blasted chastity belt!” Mercy was stunned. “She lost control alright. Her body didn’t get older though. Her mind got younger! The spell must have dragged her mind back through the years to a point before she became a witch! That witch has now ceased to exist!” She hastened to untie the beauty’s wrists. “All that is left is a pretty girl who wants nothing more then to be a mother.” “Who lost control?” Amanda asked worriedly. “Is Auntie Hilda here?” The redheaded beauty looked all about in panic. “She’ll kill when she finds out I spoiled the deal she made with momma!” Mercy thought fast. This version of Amanda had committed no crime. The pretty little thing was innocent of any wrongdoing the witch had preformed in her long and dark career. “The evil witch is dead.” She announced in her best voice of authority. “You aided me greatly in her defeat!” The petite redhead looked proud. “Really? I really did?” she frowned. “I can’t remember anything. Last thing I recall was momma dragging me towards the swamps were Auntie Hilda lives!” “You need never fear witches or even your momma ever again while you are my friend!” Mercy forgot a slight detail and hugged Amanda to her. The girl’s eyes opened wide as she looked down between them to see what was pressing against her tummy. “It was you?” she asked in awe. “You are the one who claimed me?” The warrior released the girl and stepped back. “Forgive me, but it was part of the spell to end the evil witch’s reign!” A slow smile spread over Amanda’s face. “It must have been the power of my love that aided you in your victory!” she cried as she flung herself back into the warrior’s arms. “I love you! Can I be your wife? I’ll give you lots of beautiful babies!” she blushed prettily. “Um, my beloved, what is your name?” Betsy laughed at her friend’s bemused state. “That is the warrior, Mercy. A truer champion you shall never meet!” Amanda squealed again. “A talking cat! Oh! I understand! The cat is a demon-lord Mercy has enslaved to do her bidding!” She lunged at the cat and gathered her up in a tight hug. “What a pretty little demon!” “Fierce, not pretty!” Betsy grumbled. “I am a fierce demon sent to aid Mercy in her battles!” It was the warrior’s turn to laugh. “That is Betsy, dark lord of Hades itself you are cuddling. You should have seen her terrible aspect before I shoved her spirit into the body of a cat!” “Oh shut up!” the little feline mumbled as her sleek fur was properly stroked. Betsy’s voice sounded angry, but there was no masking the happy thrum of her purring! Alexis stared in horror down at her body. “How was I to know?” she moaned. “I couldn’t have known!” She looked up with tears in her eyes. “Mercy, what will I do? What will become of me?” “I am truly sorry, Alexis.” The warrior said softly. “There is nothing that can be done now. Your own foolishness has sealed your fate.” “I can learn the spells!” the Princess screamed. “I am a virgin! I’ll become a witch and save myself!” She raced to the workbench and snatched up the laptop from among the litter of books and strange disks. “All the answers are in this magical device! The hag said so herself! Those books and the silver disks will teach me everything I need to discover!” The cat squirmed out of Amanda’s arms and primly strode up to the hysterical Princess. “Have you the sight then?” she asked sharply. She circled around the Princess as if studying her. “I sense no trace of it from you! It would be far better if you find another witch for me to assist and give everything to her to study. It may take us a few years, but you’ll eventually be restored to normal.” Betsy suddenly stopped circling and stared up at the sobbing girl. “You’re a virgin? Oh ho! You never got to use what you lost? You never claimed a maiden with your staff? Now that’s a real shame, but you have nobody to blame but yourself! Looking as sweet as you do, you won’t have to wait until you’re returned to normal. It’s only a matter of time before you are no longer troubled by a little thing like being a virgin any more!” The Princess pulled back as if slapped. “I’ll kill you!” she screamed as she hurled the laptop with all her strength. Betsy easily dashed out of its way as the ancient device shattered on one of the earthen jars of acid the witch had used to power it. The jar cracked and caustic fluid splashed free. A powerful stench filled the air as the acid washed over the remains of the laptop and started to bubble and smoke. Betsy wrinkled her nose and hastily backed away. “I don’t think it will be good if the acid eats through the shell of the lithium ion battery!” Even as she said this, there was a loud pop! It wasn’t much of an explosion. Thankfully nobody was hurt by the debris thrown into the air, but the smothering shrapnel landed among the witch’s books and papers on her workbench. It was more then enough to set the ancient dry artifacts to burning! Mercy made a fast search of the surrounding area and located her leather tunic, skirt, leggings and boots. Three things made her smile. The tunic was rather tighter around her newly firmer breasts then it was while she had been older. The skirt hid her cock quite nicely, as long as it remained soft. Best of all, the magical light that Betsy had given her was right next to her pack! “We have to go!” she shouted as she dashed back to join the others. “Get dressed! The fire is spreading!” Amanda looked around, and spotted the rags her former self had discarded. “What wretched person wore these?” she asked as she slipped the dirty frock over her head. “Mercy, I promise I’ll make some very pretty clothes for you to see me in. This smelly dress just isn’t very becoming to the body!” The warrior grinned even with the growing danger. “You make anything look appealing, kiddo. I will hold you to that promise though!” “Mercy, stop flirting and come here!” Betsy rested a forepaw atop a small wooden box. “This is something you may need!” The warrior knelt next to her feline friend. “Do we have time for this?” she asked as she removed the crumbling lid. Her eyes lit up. “Surely this is treasure!” she lifted a gleaming blade and tested its heft. “Excellent balance!” Peering closely at the single piece of shimmering steel, she read the engraving she found there. “Hibben Knives? This Hibben should be proud of his work. This is one of the best throwing knives I have ever held!” Mercy secreted a knife in either boot and one in her belt. The remaining seven fit nicely in her pack. Unnoticed, the still naked Princess was dashing back and forth. She had found a bucket and a pipe that issued brackish water. “Save the books!” she cried in frantic desperation as she threw bucket after bucket of water on the rapidly spreading fire. She only paused to grab Mercy’s arm and yank the warrior to her feet. “I order you to help put out the fire you cowardly bitch!” Alexis thrust the bucket at Mercy’s midsection. “Forget that box of toys! We are not going anywhere until we save the learning that will change me back into a man! Obey my commands!” Mercy’s eyes flashed. “Prince or Princess, no one dares question my bravery!” A fist caught Alexis right in the solar plexus. The bucket clattered to the floor as the Princess doubled over and sank to her knees. “If you had controlled your childish temper, you’d be sporting a cock right about now! Just be thankful we’re escaping with our lives, you prissy little cunt! Now get up and follow me, or stay and burn. The choice is yours!” The warrior turned her back and strode away from the sobbing gasping beauty. Amanda rushed to catch up with her intended. “Is that girl really a Princess?” she asked in wonder. “I bet she has all manner of simply lovely gowns!” the petite redhead stifled a giggle. “Why does she keep saying she wants to be a man though? Is her mind touched? I’d never want to be a man! How would I have my babies if I was some brutish male?” Lovely gray eyes opened wide. “Not that you are at all brutish, beloved Mercy! Anyone can see that you are simply a woman who was graced with what is needed to give me a baby!” Mercy couldn’t help smiling as a warm hand slipped into hers. No wonder the witch had been so bitter and angry! Had she craved a child for all those long lonely years? “No my little love. Alexis actually was a man. The witch had changed him into a woman to try and blackmail the king. It is her misfortune that the knowledge that could have changed him back died along with the witch.” She gave the hand in hers a friendly squeeze. “I do owe that hag a debt of gratitude though. Her magic gave me the prod which we used together to forever defeat her!” “And give me a child!” the redhead added happily. “That’s what is most important!” “Yes, perhaps that is more important.” Mercy felt her cock give a happy little twitch, but this was not the time for recreation! She shook the magic light and thumbed the stud. “Now let us leave this place before the smoke overcomes us!” she glanced down at the feline trotting alongside them. “Betsy, is our problem child coming?” “That sissy is more trouble then she’s worth, but yes, she’s following.” The cat giggled. “She finally realized she was naked, and wrapped a curtain about herself. She’s already tripped over it twice!” “The heavens above only know what I will tell the King!” The warrior sighed. “How do you tell someone his only son has suddenly turned into a pretty girl?” “I don’t think she’s all that pretty.” Amanda sniffed. “Do you really like her?” Uh oh. It seemed her new lover had a jealous streak! Mercy laughed. “Yes, I do think she’s pretty. Why if you help her be more ladylike, she may almost be as lovely as you are, Amanda!” “Really?” The relief in the girl’s voice almost made Mercy laugh again. “I’ll help all I can! I’ll teach her to cook and sew and tend a vegetable garden and everything! Then we can find some hard working man to marry her off too, and we’ll all live happily ever after!” “You little bitch!” Alexis had caught up to them and heard every word Amanda had said. “Men do not marry men! This is your fault, you stupid little cunt! This ruin of a body is because of you!” Mercy released the hand of her lover and backhanded the Princess across the mouth in one smooth motion. “You spoiled selfish ass! This innocent girl carries no blame for your misfortune! It was your childish petty actions that sealed your fate, missy!” The warrior moved slightly to block Amanda’s line of sight. She slowly slipped the knife from her belt and let the magical light from the cylinder glint across its keen edge. “If it wasn’t for this lovely young woman, I would be heading back to report your death to the King! Do you understand the point I am trying to make? Are you ever again going to even imply your misfortune was her fault?” The Princess knew exactly the point Mercy was making! Her life was just threatened! She opened her mouth to demand Mercy meet her on the field of honor. All that came out was a little whimper. The feeling she felt was new and unwanted. Alexis was afraid! “I, I understand.” Tears began to flow down her cheeks as it al sank in. She was a woman, and nothing could change that now! Her face flushed with shame. Alexis really did understand the point now. This girl really wasn’t the witch, any more then she was the little boy who used to follow Mercy everywhere. “I’m sorry! I’m so very sorry!” Mercy smiled. “It’s okay Princess. I know you didn’t mean any harm.” She couldn’t help herself and slipped her arm around the willowy beauty. She let her hand wander down to Alexis’s shapely little bottom and gave it a friendly pinch. “Let’s have no more talk about it, alright?” The former Prince jumped, but showed no other response to the warrior’s familiarity. She swallowed the rest of her pride. “I’ll be good. I promise.” Amanda tugged on Mercy’s arm. “She’s not hurt, is she? You don’t have to keep supporting her like that, do you?” “Settle down, spitfire!” Mercy being equal minded in all things, roughly goosed the petite redhead too. “It’s not easy being surrounded by all this beauty!” Betsy choked back a laugh. “Please don’t tell me I’m included in that! I have no interest in anything that walks on two feet!” “You are too included, Demon!” Amanda scooped the little cat up and snuggled her face against the sleek black fur. “Maybe not in THAT way, but I think you’re lovely!” “Oh look, there’s the stairway!” The feline struggled from Amanda’s arms and dropped lightly to the floor. “Follow me!” she said huskily as she began her ascent. Mercy smiled softly. Her little friend tried to hide it, but she saw the tears of joy in the valiant cat’s eyes. “I’ve never in my life been allowed to even come near here! Now I’m leading you to the surface!” After the long climb, Mercy joined the cat by the heavy door. “Quite a change isn’t it?” she said softly while the feline groomed her fur in an effort to compose herself. “I have friends! I was nothing but a subject of study to my mistress!” Betsy whispered before the former witch and brand new Princess joined them. She cleared her throat. “Would one of you two legged giants kindly open this damn door? I’ve waited fifty long years for this moment!” “Then you can wait one moment more!” The warrior opened the door just wide enough to slip through. It was a fine sunny day! Mercy blinked her eyes from the brightness and let out a breath. The wood was just a wood now. The difference was subtle, but unmistakable. She slipped the knife back into her belt. After all, there was noting to fear now that the witch was as good as dead!” She threw open the door. “Come on out! It’s a beautiful summer day!” A black streak flashed by as the door crashed against stone. “Those are trees! I’ve seen pictures!” The feline sat up on hind legs and tested her claws against rough bark. “I can smell animal spoor too!” she licked her chops in eager anticipation. “I bet there are hundreds of mice! Maybe even thousands!” Mercy exploded into laughter. “Not just mice live in these woods, oh mighty hunter! The game is plentiful and varied.” She knelt next to the cat and gave her ears a tickle. “Feral cats live here too.” The cat shivered right up to the tip of her tail. “Oh!” She jumped up into the human’s arms. “I don’t know if I’m ready for that! What if no toms like me?” “Don’t be silly!” Amanda joined them. Mercy couldn’t help noticing how the girl’s hair blazed in the bright sunlight, so much like her own. “You’ll be the queen of the ball, Betsy! All the boy cats will fight to win your favor!” “Never a truer word was spoken!” Mercy too nuzzled her face in that warm soft fur. “I bet you’ll have a belly full of kittens before you know it!” The feline’s ears twitched in embarrassment. “Don’t say that!” she gasped. “Do you really think so?” “Stop talking about babies!” Alexis whined. “I don’t even want to think about what could happen with this cursed body!” Amanda nudged Mercy. “Does she know about, um, you know, monthlies?” she asked with an odd gleam in her eyes. The two redheads stared at each other for a moment before bursting forth into fits of laughter. “Heavens above! I want to be there when the first one strikes!” Mercy gasped between breaths. “I have the distinct feeling her royal prissiness will have a bloody fit!” Amanda squealed in delight. “Bloody! It will be a bloody fit alright!” The Princess glared. “What is so funny? Nothing about this is funny! Stop laughing at me!” “Leave the girly-girl alone!” Betsy’s eyes twinkled. “The poor little sissy has a lot to adjust to. Isn’t that right, sweetie-pie?” The Princess froze. “Even the dumb animal is against me!” The flaxen haired girl flounced off in a huff. “Perhaps we went too far.” Mercy tried not to grin. “She has just gone through something very traumatic. We should try to show her s little more compassion.” “I guess your right.” Amanda frowned. “Just show her compassion with your clothes on!” The warrior pinched her lover’s bottom again. “You are so cute when you are jealous, did you know that?” “Yes, I know!” The petite girl smiled. “I also know that I am your woman, not that yellow headed spindly bitch!” “Amanda, I knew that spindly bitch longer then I have known you. Well, I knew him, anyway.” The warrior let Betsy down and then gave the redhead a hug. “Do you not think I have room in my heart for two lovely girls?” “I suppose.” The young woman sighed. “Will I still see you?” she asked wistfully. “What are you babbling about? You’re my woman! You said as much yourself. Of course you’ll be seeing me!” the warrior softly kissed the nape of Amanda’s neck. “Just try to be a little more understanding about Alexis, okay?” The redhead shivered with delight at the touch of her lover’s lips. “I’ll be a good girl. I promise!” “I know you will, pretty girl.’ Mercy claimed the redhead’s lips with her own, forcing her tongue into the warmth of the former witch’s mouth. She delighted in how eagerly her lover accepted this most intimate kiss. “If I may interrupt this pleasant little domestic scene” Betsy chimed in. “In case you hadn’t noticed, the sissy Prince is on her way!” The redheads laughed again and set out after the upset girl. “Alexis, I owe you an apology.” Mercy said when they had caught up to the blonde wrapped in a dusty black curtain. “How are you holding up?” The Princess opened her mouth to answer, but closed it right away. She thought for a minute, and then tried again. “Mercy, how do I do it?” she finally asked as her face flushed with embarrassment. I, I don’t know what to do!” “Do what?” The warrior placed a kind hand on the Princess’s shoulder. “I’ll help in any way I can.” Amanda looked closely at the way Alexis was shuffling from foot to foot. “Oh! You have to piddle? Will it be any different? What if she can’t figure out how? Will she pop?” Mercy made a supreme effort not to smile when the Princess whimpered. “I’m no healer, but I am certain things will work the same way.” She gave Alexis a little squeeze. “Just do what comes naturally and everything will come out okay. Amanda, why don’t you go help? Maybe you can go first and show her how a lady does it.” The redhead smiled. “Sure! Come on, Princess. This will be your first lesson on how to be a girl!” She grabbed the willowy blonde’s hand and dragged her deeper into the woods. Betsy laughed as the duo disappeared. “Maybe we should go watch. I’ll bet it’ll be a laugh!” She looked up at Mercy and her ears twitched. “You don’t find it funny, do you?” The warrior grinned sheepishly as she looked down at the odd way her leather skirt was beginning to rise up. “I do admit seeing a comely girl making water has always struck me as erotic, but I’ve never felt this strongly about it before. My penis is getting hard as iron!” The cat sighed. “Oh go ahead! Go watch your girlfriends do their business. You humans sure are strange!” Mercy couldn’t find fault with that statement, so she set out after her companions. She found them on the bank of a river. From the looks of it, the lesson was about to start! “First off, you can’t do it standing up like a boy does any more.” Amanda said as she gracefully squatted down low. “You’ll only get piddle all over yourself, especially if the wind picks up.” The redhead carefully lifted up the tattered hem of her skirt. “Always make sure you hold up your skirts! If you get the fabric wet, you’ll be stinky all day!” The Princess unwrapped the curtain from about her body and primly folded the dingy fabric and set it aside. “Like this?” she asked shyly as she squatted down next to the former witch. “This is so humiliating. I’ve never done ‘it’ with someone before.” Her voice dropped to a sad whisper. “I’ve never done it without my cock before either.” Amanda giggled. “Mercy would be happy, because I’d never do this with someone I didn’t like.” The redhead let out a breath. “Here I go!” she laughed as golden water began to stream. The Princess blushed nearly as red as her companion’s hair. “Me too, I think!” Hers started with a tiny dribble, but soon both girls were merrily relieving themselves in healthy strong streams. “Oh Goddess above, have mercy on me!” Mercy breathed, invoking her own name as she watched the two lovelies sharing such an intimate moment. The summer sun made the twin streams of urine glitter and flash like precious stones set in gold! “Just beautiful! How very beautiful!” Betsy finished her own business and kicked sandy soil over the evidence. “Marking territory.” She stated simply while watching the scene. “Do many humans like watching each other make water? I personally don’t see the attraction.” “Not many, but some do! Some even like to get each other wet with it!” The warrior surprised herself by admitting that to a cat, but Betsy somehow was so easy to talk to. “That’s the ultimate ‘marking of territory’. I’ve marked a few lovelies in my day. Now hush! I don’t want then to know we’re watching!” “I don’t think I’ll ever understand humans!” the cat suddenly backed away a step from her friend’s rigid show of enjoyment for the scene below. “I am not territory to mark!” she hissed rising a paw to display her exposed claws. “Cats do not take kindly to getting wet! Best to keep that in mind, human!” Mercy couldn’t help a grin. “Making water is the farthest thing from my mind. From what I heard, you can’t in this condition anyway. Besides, fur-face, you are not my type!” The cat sniffed her disapproval. “Thank the stars for that!” she laughed quietly. “Just what is your type anyway? Red or yellow?” The warrior sighed. “Both, I fear. I want both of them!” A squeal interrupted the hushed discussion. “Princess, watch out!” Amanda grimaced as warm water flowed towards her toes. “Don’t piddle on my feet!” “I didn’t do that!” Alexis shouted as the spreading puddle surrounded both her right foot, and Amanda’s left. “That’s just the lay of the ground!” The redhead shifted her weight in an attempt to keep her foot dry. The attempt failed disastrously as she ended up adding to the problem. “It is a good thing I like you now.” She said when they had finally both finished. “I would attack anyone else for making water on my foot like that!” The Princess whined. “What about me? You went right on my leg! It was hot too!” “How do you think I felt?” she sighed. “I guess next time we should be father apart.” Alexis slowly smiled. “I think we are even then. Perhaps we better wade into the river. That way we can keep this a secret.” Amanda carefully stepped away from their jointly formed puddle and slipped off her ragged dress. “I don’t think Mercy would notice, but Betsy’s nose is right down by the ground. She’d know in an instant!” “Do they think I have nothing better to do then go about smelling human feet?” Betsy muttered as she turned her back on the naked girls heading for the water. “Mercy, are you feeling okay?” The warrior moaned as a clear droplet of slimy fluid dripped from her throbbing cock to spatter on her own foot. “I need one of them.” She said quietly as she started to remove her own clothing. “I don’t want to settle for just my hand! I need to sink this cock of mine into a warm lovely girl!” “Go take one then.” Betsy said as if discussing the weather. “You have a prod now. Doesn’t that mean you should claim the females you wish to impregnate? Go and mount one of your women if you don’t want to waggle yourself again.” Mercy started to explain that humans were not like cats, but the words wouldn’t form properly. “Yes.” She finally said. “You are quite right. I should claim what is by rights mine!” Shedding the rest of her leather garments, the warrior quietly made her way down to the river. Betsy climbed up into a tree and draped herself comfortably over a sunny branch. “Humans!” she yawned. “They have no sense of instinct!” She closed her eyes and enjoyed the pure sensual delight of napping in the sunlight. Mercy moved ever closer to the river, watching in delight as her companions walked into the water together. She sighed happily as Amanda playfully splashed the Princess. The water glistening on pale skin made her heart pound even harder! “That’s cold, you little” Alexis paused. Mercy would be angry if she even hinted at Amanda’s being the evil witch! “You little bitch!” she continued with a smile and sent a splash right back at the petite redhead. “Me, a bitch?” Amanda grinned. “Did you just call Mercy a dog? After all, she put a baby in this bitch!” The Princess couldn’t help grinning back. “That’s your job, breed mare! Mercy will be my wife, and you will provide us with children!” “What?” More water flew as the redhead’s eyes flashed. “Mercy is my wife! She told me herself that I am her woman! At best you are only her concubine!” “Concubine! How dare you?” Alexis drew herself up to her full height and towered over the redhead. “I have loved Mercy since I was a little boy! Now, bless the heavens, we are the same age! If I were still a man I would take her as my bride this very day! Since that is not to be, our love shall remain pure and chaste while you give us a large family! Father will just have to find some wench to marry and produce a new heir!” “Did you get stupid when your cock-a-doodle came off?” Amanda’s grin now had a wicked edge to it. “I’ve known my beloved Mercy for one day, and even I know she doesn’t like boys! Why would she want to marry some stupid man if she has someone as lovely as me to wed?” The redhead raised her hand in a fist. “Go back to your father the King and let him further the bloodline in your womb! Mercy is mine!” “Senior wife!” Mercy barked as she grabbed Amanda’s fist. “I thought you were going to help Alexis become more comfortable as a woman? What is with all this fighting?” The redhead’s eyes opened wide. “I’m senior wife?” a beautiful smile lit up her face. “Oh Mercy, I’m very sorry! It was all just a misunderstanding, honestly!” “Senior wife!” The Princess gasped. “What does that mean?” Mercy put her arms around both women and drew them tightly against her body. “Beloved junior wife, it means you are the least experienced as a woman. Amanda will teach you what you need to know so someday you two will be equal wives for me!” Amanda was nearly bursting with joy! “Mercy darling! Your junior wife needs a lesson right now! Can I help teach her? Please?” “Of course, little love!” Mercy bent and kissed the redhead’s eager lips. “What lesson do you think our junior wife should learn?” “She should learn that a husband, um, is that right?” Mercy grinned and nodded her approval. “She should learn that a husband expects her wife to give her strong and healthy babies!” she smiled shyly. “I know that lesson already, don’t I, husband Mercy?” “Yes you do, pretty one!” Mercy kissed Amanda again. “I’ll bet our baby will be every bit as lovely as her mother!” she turned to the trembling Princess. “As will our child, my pretty Alexis!” The flaxen haired girl tried to pull away. “Pure and chaste!” she repeated in a shaky voice. “Mercy, our love can never be consummated! It must remain the love of which legends are written!” “Nonsense!” The warrior began wading back to shore with her wives in tow. “Is not a Prince who becomes a Princess legend enough for you?” “It’s so very romantic!” Amanda actually had tears in her shining eyes. “A warrior champion is loved by a handsome Prince. A spell gives her the parts of a boy, but also changes the Prince into a lovely Princess! True love triumphs over all! It’s so very beautiful! Oh Alexis, I am so proud to be your senior wife! Us being pregnant together will make husband Mercy so very happy! It’s the absolute perfect gift to give her!” The joyous redhead latched onto the Princess and helped Mercy drag her to dry land. “Please don’t defile me!” Alexis sniffled back her tears. “Men are not meant to have babies! How could you even think about me like this?” The warrior smiled kindly. “I can think about you like this because you are so very lovely!” As the trio reached the shore, Mercy released her hold on the trembling Princess. At the nod of her head, Amanda smiled an also gave the girl her freedom. “My dear Alexis, you are no longer a man.” Mercy kissed a tear- streaked cheek. “You are a beautiful girl who will very soon become a woman.” “I do not wish to become a woman!” the Princess whined, as she continued to walk in step with her spouses. “I have no wish to remain a girl, but that is beyond all hope of changing! Please don’t make me have babies too!” “Having babies is the ultimate joy of womanhood!” Amanda squealed while clutching her hands as if in prayer. “It somehow seems like I’ve waited an eternity for someone to gift me with a child of my very own!” The redhead was nearly glowing. “You’ll see, Princess! Once husband Mercy takes your maidenhood, you’ll understand!” Mercy picked up the dusty curtain and shook it out vigorously. She laid the cloth out on the ground. The warrior gracefully sank to her improvised wedding bed. “Come here. Alexis.” She said softly as she reached a hand out to beckon to the frightened virgin. “Lay with me and become a real woman!” “I want to remain a virgin!” the Princess whined as she slowly stepped forward and took Mercy’s hand. “Please let me stay untouched!” Alexis knelt as Mercy gently drew her closer. “I do not wish to grow great with child!” Her face flushed as she gazed down at the hardness that eagerly awaited her body. “I would not survive the humiliation if such a huge organ pushed itself into my body!” Mercy kissed the trembling girl. “I would never hurt you, Alexis.” She whispered as her hands slowly stroked the smooth flesh of the uncertain girl. “Am I holding you? Am I using force to make you stay with me here?” She dropped her hands to her sides. “Dear Alexis, you may get up this instant and run. I would not love you any less then I do right now.” Amanda looked from one spouse to another. “Alexis?” she asked softly. “Would you like me to have babies for all of us? I don’t mind if that’s what you really want. Maybe that is the full duty of a senior wife. I’ll make lots of babies for husband Mercy, and you can help us raise them.” The Princess covered her face for several long moments and wept. “I was a man!” she cried with muffled voice from behind her hands. “I was meant to be King!” Mercy smiled kindly. “Sweetness, you aren’t running. Why is that if you don’t want this to happen?” “I’m nude!” Alexis suddenly crossed her arms over her chest and sobbed. “What if a woodsman spies me? I would die if a man stole my chastity from me to relieve his animal lusts!” Amanda put her hand on the Princess’s shoulder. “Husband Mercy will protect you from any barbaric male! It’s a husband’s job to keep her wives safe.” “That’s not the point!” Alexis wailed in dismay. “She wants to keep me safe by taking my virginity for herself!” “Amanda dear, why don’t you help me relax our junior wife.” The warrior motioned for the redhead to join them on the curtain. “Why not kiss our bride?” “Me?” the petite girl blushed. “Well, okay. Sure! Alexis is pretty, and well, I love my junior wife!” Amanda hopped down and knelt with her spouses. “Let me kiss you, pretty Princess!” She had to lean up a bit to plant a quick kiss on the weeping girl’s lips. “Now senior wife, what kind of kiss was that?” Mercy smiled. “When I kissed you last, what did I do?” Gray eyes opened wide. “You, um, you put your tongue in my mouth.” “Did you like that?” “Oh yes!” If anything, the redhead blushed deeper. “It was funny at first, but then my knees felt weak and my heart got all fluttery! It was so very nice!” Mercy nudged the redhead closer to the Princess. “Show Alexis how nice it feels. That way she’ll be sure we both love her.” The Princess offered no resistance as the redhead once again kissed her. This time it was longer, and the sound of two beautiful girls moaning softly made Mercy’s already hard cock ache with desire. Amanda nearly vibrated with excitement as they parted. “Mercy! She put her tongue in my mouth too! We wiggled them together!” “I didn’t!” Alexis gasped. “I mean, a man would have no problem with kissing a female! That is acceptable and proper! I only reacted as any man would when kissed by such a lovely girl!” The redhead rocked back and forth and smiled happily. “Junior wife thinks I’m lovely, husband Mercy! I think she’s lovely too!” “Both my wives are lovely!” The warrior kissed the smaller redhead’s forehead. “I am glad they both agree with me though!” She put her hands on Alexis’s shoulders and started easing the girl into a prone position. “Lovely junior wife, relax. Let Amanda and I make you feel wonderful. Don’t worry about anything else.” The Princess soon found herself lying between her two assumed spouses. “I am worrying!” she whimpered. “How could I not worry now? What is to become of me?” Mercy moved slowly about on the curtain until she was in a position to kiss a pert and lovely breast. “You have no need to worry, beautiful one. I will devote my life to taking care of both of my lovelies!” Amanda scrambled around and mirrored her husband’s kisses on Alexis’s other breast. “Husband Mercy, we’ll all do our very best to take care of each other!” “Oh! Oh! Stop it!” Alexis gasped as she was teased in a way she never imagined as a man. “Please don’t do this!” Her nipples were like pebbles as two tongues licked and caressed them. “I am growing so hot! Stop this at once!” “You could always just push me away.” Mercy whispered as she slowly rain sweet soft kisses in a trail towards the trembling girl’s cute little belly button. Her tongue darted out into that precious little dimple. The Princess squealed. “What are you doing?” she cried as the warrior once again shifted position. Mercy was lying fully between her outstretched legs, face poised right over where the former prince’s cock used to reside. “No! That is disgusting! Do not even think of doing that!” “It isn’t disgusting.” Mercy softly blew warm air against the pink jewel that glistened before her. She smiled when silky golden hair stirred. “It’s the most natural and loving thing one woman can do for another.” Amanda looked up from her pleasant duty of licking and sucking pert and pretty breasts. “What’s the most natural?” Her jaw dropped and her eyes opened wide when she understood what their husband was about to do. “Kissing, there?” she frowned. “Not fair! You never kissed me there!” “Senior wife!” the warrior scolded. “Your first time saved all our lives, and possible the whole world from an evil witch! Do you not think Alexis deserves something special too?” “I’m sorry!” Amanda smiled down at her junior wife. “I won’t be greedy! Princess junior wife, I’ve only heard whispers about this concerning some women in my village that shunned men. Some boys may try it, but it’s said only girls know just exactly how it’s done. You will love it! I just know you will!” She looked back at Mercy. “Next time, can we do that too? I mean, after Alexis is all satisfied and happy again?” “If I use my mouth, you must use yours too!” the warrior grinned. “Do you know what that entails?” The redhead looked startled. “It is a wife’s duty to satisfy a husband.” She shuddered dramatically. “In my mouth? That I never heard about! I suppose senior wives must learn all sorts of things to make her husband’s manhood feel nice! I’ll do my best!” “I’m sure you will little one.” Mercy grinned. “As for you junior wife, Amanda is quite right. You are going to love this!” she lowered her face and softly ran her tongue over the lovely flower of the Princess’s sex. The girl’s moan was music to her ears! “Make her stop!” Alexis thrashed about on the curtain, but never made any effort to push Mercy away herself. “S-Senior wife, I, I mean Amanda, make her stop this! Oh Gods! What is happening to me?” “Junior wife, stop being so mean!” Amanda put her fists on her slender hips and glared at the Princess. “If husband Mercy is kind enough to lick and kiss where you make piddle, then you better be sure to enjoy it!” “I am!” Alexis screamed. “That’s the problem! I, I d-don’t want to enjoy it!” her face took on a frantic look. “Mercy stop! I, I feel it! I’m going to do it, but I’m no longer a man!” “Do it?” The petite redhead giggled. “You mean you’re gong to climax! Just let Mercy bring you there. It will feel oh so very good. You’ll see!” Mercy listened intently as her lips and tongue did their best to please the panting girl below her. Many a girl would attest to first hand knowledge that Mercy’s best was very good indeed! She used her skills to the utmost, but as Amanda so cutely termed it, she had no intentions of actually ‘bringing her there’ just yet. Alexis stopped begging, and began wordlessly mewling and panting. This was it. Alexis was just a few heartbeats away from her very first orgasm as a female. With one last lash of tongue against pretty little clitty, Mercy stopped! The Princess cried out in dismay and longing. Something had almost happened! She panted and moaned before finally managing to find her voice. “More?” she begged pitifully. “Just a little more, please?” The warrior sat up and wiped her fingers over the shining fluid on her lips and chin. She took great joy in then licking them clean again. “More what, sweetness?” she asked softly. “I thought you wanted me to stop?” “Just a little more kissing, that’s all!” Turning to Amanda, the Princess continued her plea. “You can kiss me, senior wife! I, I think I need just a little more!” “That would not be right!” Eyes flashing like gray thunderheads, the redhead reached out with both hands and roughly tweaked the pert nipples she had been so tenderly licking. “I would never try to take husband Mercy’s place! How could you even suggest such a thing?” Mercy and Amanda both were surprised by Alexis’s reaction to such rough treatment. “More!” she wailed again as she arched her back and shuddered. “Please! I need more! Even just pinch me again, please!” “I have more for you.” Mercy said as she hefted the considerable mass of her erect cock. “The kissing is finished for now. If you want more, this is what I will give you!” The Princess cried out. “Just, just a little! You can put it in a little bit, just the crown! Just push the crown into me, but you must not let any fluid into my body! Please Mercy; just let me feel what it’s like!” Amanda giggled, anger forgotten. “Now I understand! Husband Mercy, you truly know what dwells in a woman’s heart!” “Hush now, senior wife!” the warrior cautioned before Alexis too figured out the trap she had laid. “Just watch and see what happens.” She turned back to the frustrated and desperate girl lying before her. “How wonderful! You’ll allow me to just place the head of my hungry python within your folds? Are you sure you will permit that? You could just pleasure yourself to find your release.” The Princess squirmed. “I, I don’t know how girls do that!” she wailed. “Please! I may burn up! Help me!” Mercy crawled slowly up over her lovely Princess. “I’ll help you Alexis. I can see you really need it.” Balancing on her knees and one hand, the warrior grabbed her hardness and rubbed it roughly over glorious silky lips. She let out a slight moan of her own as she centered the head of her shaft against the entrance of that gorgeous sex. “First, my pretty Princess, you need to tell me something.” “Anything! I’ll tell you anything you want to know!” “When the prince stroked himself as he watched me bathe, what did he really wish to do?” she grinned wickedly. “I hardly think you planned to make my towel so nasty and wet.” Alexis moaned. “I, I was thinking of you! You’re so strong and beautiful! I wanted; I was thinking about how I wanted to do it with you!” “You wanted to do something with your penis?” Muscles strained in the warrior’s body as she fought the urge to take what she so dearly wanted. “What was it? What did you want to do to me with the penis you used to have?” “Put it in!” the panting girl suddenly cried. “With pleasure!” Mercy thrust sharply and entered Alexis. She swiftly tore through the just hour’s old hymen and claimed forever the squealing girl’s virtue! “Is this what you wanted to do to me? Did the prince want to fuck a woman?” “You!” Alexis cried in panic. “I wanted to fuck you! Not you in me! You said just the crown! You never said all of it!” It was glorious! The feeble protests Alexis muttered seemed to add spice to the feelings of warmth that caressed her shaft. “YOU said just the crown! Did you think I would meekly follow your orders? You are only junior wife! Amanda outranks you, and I outrank her!” Mercy drew back and once again pushed her hardness into silky heaven. “That is how it will be from now on!” “That is right!” Amanda panted. “Husband Mercy is in charge!” The redhead moaned herself as she watched, one hand eagerly moving between her shapely thighs. “I order you to please our husband!” “Little one that is an order you didn’t need to give.” Mercy said softly. “I am very pleased as it is!” The Princess whimpered and moaned as the warrior began to rhythmically thrust her hips. The huge organ filled her in a way she never imagined back when she was a male. “Please stop!” she begged as her arms wrapped around Mercy. “You can’t do this to me! I was a man!” “Now you are a woman!” Mercy claimed the frantic woman’s lips with her own. “You are MY woman! Soon you will be the mother of my child!” Alexis hugged Mercy tighter to her and began moving with her lover. “No! I cannot permit that! You must not put your seed into me!” The watching redhead squealed in delight. “She wants it! Alexis is telling fibs! Husband Mercy, she wants a baby too!” “Not true!” The Princess spread her legs wider as she protested. “I don’t want babies! Men can’t have babies! I command you to pull out!” In a sudden frenzied motion, she threw her shapely legs around Mercy in a desperate move to make the warrior thrust deeper. “Men can’t have babies!” she wailed. “Only girls can!” “I know.” The warrior soothed as her movements grew more pronounced. “Only pretty girls will give me a child! Amanda will, and so will you!” She began to pound her hardness into the delightfully squirming girl. “Does the pretty girl want the gift of my seed?” Alexis was panting now. The willowy girl whimpered as she worked with Mercy to bring about her own release. “The Prince died!” was her sudden scream. “The pretty Princess wants to have a child to honor his memory! Please Mercy. Make me a real woman! I want a baby too! Your junior wife wants to make babies just as pretty as your senior wife will!” Mercy was beyond words. This was a gift from the heavens! Two lovely girls for her very own and the means to make babies in their bellies! She buried her face in flaxen hair as she grew near to exploding. Alexis had been a handsome young man. Even she admitted that! As he grew she had always thought it a shame he hadn’t been born a girl. Now she was! The boy was dead! Long live the lovely girl! The warrior drove herself into a mad frenzy as she felt the now familiar pressure build deep within her. “I love my wives!” she cried as her body stiffened. With a grunt, her penis gave a mighty throb. Torrents of thick hot semen erupted deep into the neo-woman’s ripe fertile body! Alexis screamed as she felt the hardness within her jerk. She knew what it meant and her scream was one of joy! Her body responded! The Princess wailed as her climax claimed the female body she now wore. It was noting like anything she felt as a man! It was wonderful! It was life itself! “Husband!” she wailed joyfully as her body shook. “I love you!” Amanda squeaked as she too reached her peek. The redhead threw her head back as waves of pleasure raced throughout her body. “My family! I love my new family!” was her cry as the three spouses gave themselves over to the glory of their love. The three lay together for a peaceful nap. After a few hours, Alexis was the first to sit up. “Oh gods!” she said in dismay. “What have I done? It’s still flowing out of me!” Amanda giggled. “That’s wonderful, junior wife! All that stuff oozing out just proves husband Mercy loves you! She gave you lots of the juice that makes babies!” Mercy sighed happily. “I love both of you. Don’t forget that, little one!” The redhead grinned. “I won’t!” she looked around and her grin faded a bit. “Where did demon Betsy go?” Amanda jumped to her feet and started looking around. “Demon Betsy! Here girl!” Mercy looked around and saw something that made her grin. Betsy’s paw-prints were not the only feline tracks leading off into the trees. From the looks of it, several larger cats were chasing her valiant little friend. She wondered if Betsy had the nerve to let one of them catch her. It would explain the faint yowling she had heard just before dozing off. “Have no fears, senior wife. I suspect Betsy is just a bit occupied.” The Princess got up and winced a bit at unaccustomed soreness. “That little beast is probably off hunting vermin. I wouldn’t worry about her. She’s just an animal, after all!” Amanda stomped her foot, making her full breasts shake in a way that quite pleased her husband. “Demon Betsy is not just an animal, and I am worried about her!” “Hush now, girls. I’m sure Betsy is fine!” Mercy went back to the tree line and gathered up her belongings. “Right now we need to figure out what we’re going to do.” Alexis went pale. “What will I tell father? He’ll hate me for this. I know he will! His only son is going to have a baby! He’ll say I brought him shame!” “Then he’s a stupid King!” Amanda gave Alexis a big hug. “Anyone would be stupid to hate such a lovely daughter!” The Princess stiffened, but then relaxed and returned the hug with tears shining in her eyes. “Thank you, Amanda. That was sweet of you to say, but father would not find this proper at all!” Mercy thought for a moment. “Perhaps we shouldn’t tell him. Alexis, would you mind letting the King think you were dead? We could say you died heroically in battle.” “I don’t like telling him a lie.” Alexis sighed. “If he discovered the truth, then he could claim treason. I have no wish to place my neck on the chopping block! There has to be some way I can tell him his son is now a daughter and will probably have a baby!” “Just tell the truth!” Amanda gave her co-wife another loving hug. “Tell him that the evil terrible witch did it! How can he blame you if it was that terrible hag’s fault? If I had met her, I would have snatched her nasty gray hair right off her head for treating you so badly! I would have gouged out her evil eyes for treating you and darling Mercy so harshly!” Alexis looked at Mercy, who couldn’t hide her grin. The Princess couldn’t help a slight smile herself. “Yes Amanda, it was that awful witch’s fault. But father still won’t like it!” “Do you think it would sway things if I had a talk with him?” Betsy walked out of the undergrowth as if she had just stepped away for a moment. “I suspect a demon such as myself could convince him of anything.” Mercy snorted. Said demon seemed a bit worse for wear. The normally glossy fur was matted with dirt and dust. The feline’s proud tail had several brambles sticking in it. It was her walk that really spoke volumes though! The petite feline had a slight but distinct stagger about the hind legs, giving her an odd bowlegged look. “What are you staring at, you two sex human?” the cat snapped. Mercy laughed aloud. “Mighty demon, how long did you run before you let yourself be cornered?” The cat’s ears twitched in embarrassment. “I’m sure I don’t have any idea what you are talking about!” She passed her paw several times over her face in an attempt to hide her feelings. “Oh alright! I ran for nearly an hour before I decided the time was right! Then I had to wait for them all to fight!” Amanda’s eyes opened wide. “Them? Oh my! How many suitors did you have, demon Betsy?” The cat’s eyes flashed. “Thirteen! From now on that is my lucky number! They all fought over me!” Mercy finished dressing and knelt by her purring friend. “Then what, oh Betsy of the dark?” “The winner mounted me!” Betsy’s ears nearly flapped off her head in embarrassment. “Without so much as a how do you do, he climbed right on me and went wild!” She closed her eyes tight. “Oh Gods, it was wonderful! He bit my shoulder and I couldn’t even move! I just stood under him as he planted his seed in me! Something happened to me when he finished.” The cat sounded bashful. “I just rolled all over in the dirt for such a long time like a mindless beast! I felt like I was in heaven!” Amanda giggled. “Of course he didn’t say anything! Only demons can talk, not plain old cats!” she picked up the dusty feline and hugged her tight. “I think rolling around like that is a cat climax. I’m so happy he gave you one. Was he handsome?” Betsy sighed. “He’s gorgeous!” She opened her eyes and looked up at Amanda. “Wait, I’ll introduce you!” the feline yowled in a fairly frightening way. “He’s shy, so nobody make any sudden moves!” The brush parted, and a huge feral cat joined them. He looked with distain at the humans, but gave a howl of greeting to the small female in Amanda’s arms. “Isn’t he wonderful?” Betsy squirmed free and rushed over to the newcomer. She rubbed her petite body against his large lean form. “He saw me home to keep me safe. I like that in a mate.” Mercy looked over the huge gray cat. She recognized a fellow warrior. His fur was patchy with underlying scarring, and he only had one ear. “You chose well, wicked Betsy. Your friend looks like he’s well able to deal with any enemy.” Alexis looked at the giant tomcat and giggled. “Wicked is right! How did you live through such a mating ordeal? He’s three times your size!” Betsy bristled, but then gave the Princess a good long look. “It wasn’t an ordeal, it was beautiful!” Her eyes closed to slits. “How was yours?” The Princess froze. “It wasn’t an ordeal for me either, not really.” She slowly smiled. “My first time was beautiful too. I know you may not believe me, but I truly am happy for you!” “Thank you.” Betsy laughed. “You’re not so bad after all, Princess. I’m happy for you too.” The tender moment was shattered by the thunder of hooves. The King’s personal; guard, and the King himself rode into view. Mercy was glad she had dressed. It hid her difference, but it also meant her new knives were close at hand! “Highness!” she announced as the royal personage dismounted. “The evil witch is dead!” King Augustine kept his eyes on the dressed young woman as the other two scrambled to cover their nakedness. Understanding slowly dawned. “Mercy? Surely that isn’t you?” Mercy sighed. All of this was going to be tough to explain. “Yes, it is I. The witch attempted to bribe me by restoring my youth.” Amanda finished struggling into her rags. “Mercy was magnificent! She defeated that foul old hag and saved us all!” The king scowled. “Never mind the saving of womenfolk! What news of my son?” This was it. Mercy felt like all of their lives where once again in her hands. Fighting wasn’t the answer now. Would explaining be enough? Before she could open her mouth, the princess cleared her throat. “Father” Alexis said in her beautiful clear soprano. “Amanda has told you. Mercy has saved us all!” The king turned towards the golden haired woman trying to hide her comely form beneath a tattered and dirty curtain. Recognition struck as almost a physical blow! “Leave me!” he ordered his startled guards. “Withdraw one thousand paces and await my command!” Once the guard retreated, the king took a step towards his neo-daughter. It was high treason, but Mercy put her hand on the hilt of her knife, never the less! She was going to protect the princess to the very end. Thankfully, this proved unnecessary. The king dropped to his knees and sobbed. “My son! Your mother’s beauty lives once again in your aspect! How can this be?” “I am so sorry, father!” Alexis sobbed herself. “The witch has taken away my manhood, but Mercy has saved my life. I am grateful at least for that.” The king rose to his feet, and closed the gap between him and his offspring. “I have no heir, but I thought I’d never see your beautiful mother’s face until I crossed into the afterlife!” he threw his arms around the startled young woman and held her tight. “Perhaps, perhaps there can be other heirs!” Anger slowly built within Mercy’s heart. She had to set the king straight this very moment, even if it meant her own death! “Highness! Unhand my woman this instant!” The king turned and glared. “Your woman?” anger slowly drained from his face. With a slight grin, he released his daughter. “Yes, I suppose that would be for the best. Alexis always did love you. You’re the only person I could ever trust to keep his, uh, her innocence intact.” This was shaky ground, but Mercy felt that honesty was indeed the best policy. “About that.” The battle hardened warrior’s face grew red, but this did not stop her. Her hand went from the hilt of her knife, to the hem of her leather skirt. “My age was not the only thing the witch has changed!” Boldly, Mercy exposed her shaft to the king’s eyes. “Stars above!” he gasped, unable to tear his eyes away, even after the skirt once again hid things from view. “That is larger then even mine!” He looked startled. “I mean, that is totally unexpected!” The king turned his back and stood silent for several moments. Mercy sighed as Amanda and Alexis both came to her side, and slipped their hands into hers. They would face their fate together. The three waited quietly as the king pondered their future. Betsy looked at her friends, and then at the king. “What’s the big deal?” she said, breaking the uneasy silence. “I thought humans all loved the thought of grand children?” The king spun around. “By the Gods! A talking cat too?” He threw back his head and roared with laughter. “Mercy, you have proven your worth! I give you my daughter’s hand in marriage!” He eyed Amanda lustfully, but only laughed again as she squeezed Mercy’s hand tighter, and pressed herself against her husband’s side. “I see the lay of the land now! Perhaps I should find a likely bride or two for myself to produce a new heir to the throne!” Mercy smiled. “Sire that should prove no problem for you. Might I suggest the cook’s daughter?” Augustine laughed again. “She of the golden mouth? I have heard tales of her skills. It would be best if I joined with another royal line though. I hear that princess Cora of the kingdom of Bronx is a comely sight. Aligning myself with the Bronx could insure a lasting piece with the whole island of Manhat! Yes, I think I shall send my messengers this very day!” He waved his guards back. “Come now!” he cried joyfully. “There are weddings afoot! We must make our plans!” Mercy and her brides mounted spare horses and happily rode towards the castle. Betsy couldn’t help giggling as her new friend squirmed, but let Mercy hold him as she rode. “I’d like a wedding, too!” she called cheerfully from the arms of her former mistress, and now friend. “Nothing formal, just a few friends, and a magnificent feast of mice and rats!” Alexis laughed. “That sounds, uh, lovely.” Do you know what? It was! The End