Meet Me Under the Moonlight

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Atop the lone hill there was silence, though not too far away in the valley there was the commotion of the fall festival. Of the various tribes, there came a gathering of leaders that sought to mingle and pay homage to one another. Games were often had and plenty of rare delicacies were flaunted and enjoyed. Rare spectacles were paraded, and for an entire week the area near the Hathwood Forest teamed with the constant call of good spirits.   
 
  The festival was in remembrance of the moon goddess that was said to bring fertility, as such the festival was a common place to sire cubs. Most of the sexual activity was meant to happen on this night in particular, when the harvest moon was at it's apex and glowed like a massive basin in the sky, so bright that one would be able to read by its light.   
 
  A single silhouette stood perfectly still on the hill that overlooked the festival activities, a being that had an hourglass figure and robes secured around her to accentuate her thick features. Out from her hood stuck her snout, a green scaled thing with rows of interlocking teeth. She glanced around with bright yellow eyes. Her name was Mezza, an alligator woman that was known among the various tribes, though she tended to have no affiliate, she still enjoyed the festivities. She pulled her long robe around her strong form a bit tighter as a small breeze picked up, but with it came the scent of a close by friend.   
 
  She tuned her head in time to see a familiar mare come sauntering up the side of the hill, her form shambling and her steps appearing to be uneven. Mezza smirked to herself and turned to face the equine female. The newcomer was dressed in a simple skirt and top that was secured over her large breasts. Her shoulders were covered in steel plating, her right hand had a gauntlet and by her hip was a pair of swords that were secured by a heavy, leather belt. Her exposed stomach was rippled with ab muscles, and the exposed portions of her arms and legs showed off a great deal of strength.   
 
  It was easy to see that she was a warrior of some type, kin to the Grand Berserkers to the West. Though ferocious in battle, they were also known to party the hardest, the the mare looked to have been quite a few tankards down already.   
 
  “Ruth'ere! Enjoying the festival I see,” the alligator woman said pleasantly and took a few steps closer to her friend, her long, purple robe concealing her entire body save for her feet. The mare seemed to be a bit dazed but she shook her head and suddenly wore a big grin as she recognized the sorceress.   
 
  “Mezza! You're here!” she laughed and picked up her pace, climbing to the top of the hill and stopping a few feet shy of the other. She wore a bright blush across her face, a mark that was barely visible beneath her light brown fur coat, her thick tussle of golden hair falling over her face and shoulders. Normally she would have had it up in a bun but for now the night had taken her inhibitions.   
 
  The berserker tried to give a formal bow like the magically inclined were known to do for one another, but she did it more of as a joke and almost ended up toppling over on herself. Mezza grinned and couldn't help but laugh, returning the bow in a properly elegant fashion. When the two straightened themselves, the equine girl spoke.   
 
  “So!” she shouted at the top of her lungs, causing the alligator woman to flinch. “What's got us all the way up 'ere for anyways?” she grumbled and rested both fists on her hips, her huge breasts and strong chest getting puffed out in the truest style of a warrior. Mezza couldn't keep herself from giggling at the sight, being oh so typical of the over confidant woman.   
 
  When she had composed herself she drew open her long robe, revealing that she wore no clothing beneath it. Her light green colored breasts and belly seemed to shimmer under the silver light of the moon, the insides of her legs and arms holding the same hue.   
 
  Though her sight was fuzzy from alcohol the equine still had the clarity to admire the very sexy sorceress. The way her pink nipples puckered under the cool, autumn air caused a shiver to run of the equine's spine and some naughty thoughts to form in her mind. There came a peculiar feature to the mare as her eyes drew between the other woman's legs however, as in place of what normally should have been a delicious looking pussy, there was instead a thick, flaccid cock. As Ruth'ere tried to make sense of what her eyes were telling her, the alligator was digging around at an inline pocket of her robe.
 
  Suddenly the sorceress produce a small jar about seven inches tall and four inches wide, capped by a tin lid. When the berserker turned her gaze up to the new object she couldn't keep herself from bursting out in laughter. Within the small glass confines was a little panther, immediately recognized to be the equine's squire and battle servant. He had been shrank to just six inches tall and he wore a worried, pleading look as he fruitlessly tapped on the transparent wall.   
 
  “Roscoe!” Ruth'ere shouted and stepped up closer to the jar to have a closer look. “You rascal! What did you do to get yourself in there?” She said as another round of giggles caused her to hold her belly.   
 
  “I caught your servant here snooping around in my tent looking for gold and the such. Figured I'd shrink him to better present the question of a proper punishment,” Mezza explained and settled her other, webbed hand on her hip.   
 
  “Fiendish bastard,” the equine accused and bumped her finger against the jar, causing it to wiggle and make the small humanoid inside to fall to his backside. “Usually it's not the caregiver's responsibility to give s punishment, that's left up to the one they've wronged,” she replied and gave her shoulders a shrug.   
 
  “I thought you might say that, so I've devised something special that I think will be appropriate. I'll need your help of course,” she went on and placed her hand on her friend's hip, taking a hold of her thigh length skirt and giving it a slight tug upwards.   
 
  “Hehe, oh you wanna see my cunt, eh?” the mare accused with a grin and took a hold of her own garment and began to lift it unabashed. “Hey, wait,” she said and paused as a tinge of clarity struck, “What happened to your pussy? Why do you have a cock all of a sudden?” she asked and glowered down at her friend.   
 
  “Oh!” Mezza laughed and took a hold of her soft member between her legs to emphasize and show it off. “I decided to give it a try, ya know? See what the men are always going on about.”
 
  “Hmmm...” Ruth'ere grumbled and narrowed her eyes a bit.   
 
  “Aww, you don't like it?” the other woman said with a chuckle and gave her reptilian cock a shake, making its impressive length sway from side to side. It was sensational to say the least, and the thick amount of foreskin that hung over the end made for an attractive sight to the mare.   
 
  “Meh, I suppose,” Ruth'ere sighed, “So, this punishment eh?”
 
  “Ah yes, the punishment,” Mezza smirked and popped the lid of the jar and reached inside to snag the squirming young man. As he tried to wiggle free of her grasp she quickly uttered a spell that made the feline become abruptly rigid and as stiff as a rock. He no longer moved around but his eyes could still stare about. “I need your skirt lifted and you to lay back on the ground,” she demanded pleasantly. Another quick spell was given and the squire's clothing and bodily attachments evaporated.
 
  The berserker didn't much care what was happening, though she had a pretty good idea that she wasn't the only one with naughty thoughts. Her skirt was pulled up high over her waist, and just as the alligator had expected, she wore no undergarment. Likely because she had prior plans of being promiscuous, and as far as she could see, a male had already gotten lucky so far. Perfect, the sorceress thought to herself.   
 
  Ruth'ere let herself flop back onto the soft ground, making sure to avoid her duo scabbards and her shoulder armor. Her legs spread nice and wide to give the other woman a full view of her naughty slit, of which had a small amount of white fluid leaking from her hole. When Mezza got down on her own knees and scooted up between her friend's muscular thighs, she could indeed tell that she had someone's cum inside of her.   
 
  The mare propped herself up on her hands, leaning back on them as she watched the almost entirely naked reptile do as she pleased. The two had known each other for quite some time, and in some of their shared travels they had gotten very intimate with each other, having shared plenty of fantasies with few secrets. Mezza dipped her snout to the other's cunt and drew her long tongue across the parted slit. A healthy amount of the male essence was scooped up and savored before swallowing it back.   
 
  “Hmm, let me guess...dog?” she said with a smirk, her gaze turned up to peek at the mare.   
 
  “Very good,” the equine said with a grin, “Can you tell the species?”
 
  “Hah! Not even I'm that talented,” the alligator retorted and then brought the rigid micro panther down towards the other's pussy.   
 
  “Hey, what are you gunna do with him?” Ruth'ere asked and tried to peer a bit closer.   
 
  “Well, let's just say your little servant here is going to get an intimate view of your insides,” the sorceress cackled and braced the magically rigid boy to his owner's slit. The spell she had cast on him allowed for his body to endure the rigors of such an act but still kept him fully flesh and bone. As such, he was going to make for an excellent sex toy.   
 
  “Mmh sorry, Roscoe,” the berserker said and tilted her head up as she felt his torso push inside of her cunt, “You shouldn't have tried to steal!” With the panther held by his legs, the alligator began to piston his small form in and out. The mare became instantly wet and her femme juices were quick to flow. A combination of semen of her own essence leaked out and covered the makeshift toy, only growing in volume as he was pumped faster.
 
  A low moan worked its way out of the larger woman's mouth, her legs spreading nice and wide to show off how much she was loving the treatment. Mezza had done this sort of thing to trespassers of her own land before, and she had to admit she knew of the interesting pleasures that came with being body fucked by a small person.   
 
  Ruth'ere didn't care in the slightest to be quiet, she was groaning to the moon and letting her voice be heard. The sorceress scooted up closer and suddenly took a fist full of fabric that covered her breasts and yanked it down, exposing her large, puffy nipples. Her mouth snapped around one of those big tits and gave it a playful tug as she suckled, distending the breasts and causing its owner to squeal in delight.   
 
  The horse's hips began to buck and work against the alligator's thrusting hand, the severally wet toy making a loud, squelching sound each time she would push it in. The ground was sufficiently damp and Ruth'ere's butt was lifted from the grass to push down on the rigid servant toy. Her tongue was lolling from the side of her mouth, a bright blush was over the bridge of her snout and her eyes were sealed shut.   
 
  Within the thick pussy lips, Roscoe was unable to speak or complain. Luckily the spell on him allowed him to breath without complication, but that didn't much shield him from anything else. He could smell the scent of cum and his mistress's own insides, and he could feel the virile mixture soaking into his fur and staining him. He was likely going to smell like this for months, and the jeering he was sure to endure was likely going to last much longer.   
 
  Just as the mare was really getting into the swing of things she felt her friend fully pull away, drawing the servant dildo back and holding it up in the air life a trophy. Panting hard, the berserker gave a half glare, half dazed look at the reptile woman as the intensity of the situation was quick to subside. “Hey! Put him back! I was getting close!” she protested with a grunt and flopped her backside to the ground again.   
 
  “Give me a moment, I wanna have some fun too,” Mezza replied and pulled her robe open again with her free hand. Her long cock was as soft as butter, though it betrayed her horny state. Sometimes magical enhancements like this didn't always follow their host's body, so a bit of coercion was needed. A quick, whispered spell was all that was required for her reptilian cock to spring to life. It was a rock hard pyre that throbbed in the open air, its sensitive surface causing a hard shiver to rack the woman's hips at the slightest touch from a breeze.   
 
  The devious expression never left her face as she glanced down at the frozen panther. He had strands of white semen covering his naked form, his whole body soaked in some form of liquid. She brought her captive toy down to the underside of her cock and whispered another quick spell. Suddenly the shrunken squire's body leaped to the sorceress's member like he were steel being attracted to a magnet. His arms and legs wrapped around the girth and held tight, though he was stuck to the reptile flesh through magic and not his own strength.   
 
  The panther blinked in confusion as he found himself in the new predicament but soon realized what was happening as Mezza lowered herself between the mare's legs. The alligator's mouth went back to nuzzling and licking at her friend's huge breasts, suckling at her tits as she angled her nine inch shaft to those meaty pussy lips. With a hand on the base, Mezza guided herself inside and moaned out as her sensitive new member embraced the other's tight confines. A hiss escaped the berserker's lips and her body shook as every last inch pushed up inside of her much larger body. She particularly loved the exotic feeling of the small person getting pushed back inside of her cunt.   
 
  Mezza leaned her form over the equine's, their hips pressing against one another as she began to work and drive her hot cock firmly against the other. Ruth'ere's body was rigid and strong, even as the alligator laid herself over her belly and chest, she didn't budge. Since she was a head taller, she was afforded the ability to look down at her friend, the incredible feeling of the interestingly shaped member pumping in and out was beginning to make her thighs tremble. Her pussy flowed once more with her juices, and the remaining cum was flushed out.   
 
  The dark green scales over the sorceress's snout were flushed, her muscles tensing as she really began to drive her hips. Mezza had never used her cock before, the spell that had placed it on her had been cast only that morning. To say her performance was rough was a bit of an understatement, but having been subject to getting fucked many times before, she felt like she was getting the motions down.   
 
  The loud smack of their fucking emanated with their combined moans and cries of ecstasy. Ruth'ere brought a hand around to the side and pressed it against the alligator's ass, urging her to go faster. Mezza was happy to comply, and so her grinding actions began to turn into rapid, short bucks. Her hips rolled in a blur and the pleasure mounted for the equine woman. Her hoofed feet lifted from the ground, her thighs and backside jiggling with the repeated impact.   
 
  The alligator began to feel herself become numb, her mind swimming in bliss as she had never experienced anything quite like this. She was howling out and arching her back, pre cum flowing from her cock tip in a river that did nothing more than soak Roscoe in a new scent. It was amid the rigorous pounding and their shared carnal pleasures that something triggered deep within the sorceress's groin. It was a swelling of euphoria that was new, yet very familiar, and she was quick to realize it was the mark of her orgasm.   
 
  “Oooh fuck! I'm gunna cum!” she shouted, her eyes going wide and her head tilting up towards the sky. She gripped the mare's sides tight but didn't slow her movements in the slightest. Hearing her words, Ruth'ere felt a hard rush of bliss begin to course through her form. She replaced her hand behind her again to keep herself steady and then suddenly wrapped her legs around the other's waist. The sudden body lock had the alligator's cock buried balls deep with no more movements coming from either of them.   
 
  “Cum inside me! Fill me up!” Ruth'ere demanded aggressively. Those words seemed to be all that was needed to send Mezza over the edge. A heavy blast of her reptilian cum gushed within the woman's cunt and immediately overflowed, back splashing her heavy balls that swayed against the equine's ass.   
 
  “Fuck fuck fuck!” The sorceress screamed, her entire form seized up as her flexing dick sent blast after blast inside of the other's hot insides. The mare screamed and howled to the full moon as the flow of her semen seeped into her womb and began to really fill her up. The magically driven deluge didn't stop for almost a full minute, and through it all the horse didn't let up on her mighty leg lock. After the two had calmed down, their forms relaxed slightly and the alligator was able to lean her form back.   
 
  Her long, shrinking cock pulled free with a loud slurp and another gush of jizz. Still attached to her floppy member was the panther, now absolutely covered in the thick semen of the woman he sought to steal from. When she noticed the little body, she grinned and brought her hand to take a hold of him. With another spell, all other enchantments fell away and he suddenly sprang to life. Tiny flailing arms and paws worked to wipe cum from his face and gasp for air. There wasn't an inch of him that hadn't been marked with either woman's' musk, which seemed to owe quite a bit of credence to who truly owned him.   
 
  Before Roscoe knew it, he had been replaced in the jar from before and set on the ground. He slumped to the clear floor and sighed, he had begun to shout obscenities at them both, but the lid was replaced and he knew his words would fall flat. As he tended to clean himself up as best he could, the two woman brought themselves to a stand.   
 
  Ruth'ere replaced her wrap back over her breasts and adjusted herself so that she was presentable to return to the festival. Mezza leaned down and snatched the jar before holding it out to her friend. “Here, just make sure he's out of there by morning, that's how long the spell has before it wears off,” the sorceress explained and winked. Ruth'ere took up her captured servant and grinned down at his cum covered body.   
 
  “I'll be sure to remember that,” the mare replied and turned her gaze up to the smaller woman's eyes. “Say, I'll be heading to Reskatar after the festival, I'll be going after my tribe's caravan leaves. Care to join me?
 
  “I'd really like that, actually,” the alligator said as she pulled her robe back around her, not bothering to tend to her still dripping cock.   
 
  “Great! I'll see you in a couple days then” Ruth'ere remarked and then turned on her heel and began down the side of the mountain towards the festival. As Mezza watched, she gave one last wave of her hand and then disappeared into the thrall of bodies and entertainment at the bottom. The sorceress watched only until she could no longer see the equine, before she turned and began to head back towards her own camp. With all the excitement that night had supplied so far, she was sure to keep this male enhancement spell active for as long as she could.