Tales from Danvers City:

Sun and Moon

The night was going to be dark. Dark, dry, heavy... dust blew through the streets ahead of the coming storm. A gust of wind, a breath of something spicy from the asian restaurant around the corner. A shift between buildings and the wind brought pizza, then the pale stink of an open dumpster. A figure in a purple hoodie skirted along, out of place, uncomfortable. Their head was down, but that could not hide the sandy-yellow snout sticking out from under it.

The figure turned down the street, walking past creatures going about their business. A cat in a suit, a lizard selling hotdogs from a cart. Two scottish terriers holding hands on a bench... All so normal, all so... oblivious. A glint of gold hinted at glasses as the hood lifted, then dropped again to shield against the rush of dusty street and blowing papers. The storm was a good ten minutes away. There was time before the dark.

There are those that would say that they fear the darkness because they do not know what it hides. They look into the blackness and see unknown threats, imagined creatures, proposed monsters. However, there are others who fear the dark because they know what it hides. The unspeakable horrors, the things that make people vanish... creatures of terror and fear. But the darkness was not upon the figure yet. There was time.

A doorway, open, light spilling out. The figure ducked into the portal as the first fat drops of rain began to fall on the dusty, worn concrete. New smells assaulted the hooded figure, smells of frying fish and beer, potatoes and meat and vegitables. The old, worn wood of the pub was welcoming, a haven from the concrete starkness outside the door. A fine scaled hand drew the hood back, revealing dark brown hair with the bangs tinted pink, a pair of gold glasses perched in front of violet eyes above a yellow and almost snake-like snout, two large earfans and little spiraled brown horns.

A smile lit up their face upon a greeting from behind the bar. "Kathryn!" the twenty something equine from behind the bar called. Her hand was wrapped in a towel, shoved almost stereotypically in a large glass beer mug. "What brings you in here on a wednesday night?"

"Just here for a mug of mead and a your smiling face!" Was the reply, feminine voice full of mirth that hid the true thoughts in her head. The jeans clad scale moved towards a booth in the corner, a booth already occupied by a figure of pale complexion. The other creature looked much the same as the one who just entered, small horns, but these of alabaster, atop a silver scaled head capped in shorter trimmed white hair. Deep, icy blue eyes looked across the table before her lips pulled into a smile.

"Kathryn," the other's similarly female voice came, though it was a voice with a colder edge. "I'm glad you came."

"What, and miss seeing you squirm when everyone stares at your tits?" was Kathryn's reply. "I still don't know how you ended up with a rack like that." The silver figure's cheeks flushed at those words. "Now, why did you call me downtown, near sundown, and almost in the middle of a rain storm, Jenna? That's like, a tri-fuckta of things that make me squirm."

Jenna was about to speak when the big mustang mare stepped up to the table and set a mug of mead down before Kathryn. She smiled knowingly, setting a napkin down with a key stuck between the sheets of cheep paper. Both lindwurms smiled politely, though Kathryn gave a wink and blew a kiss at the mare.

"We've got a problem," Jenna finally responded once they were alone, "Someone's moving on the city. Someone powerful and wicked. The balance is going to shift."

"And that's our problem how?" the yellow wurm asked. "I'm just trying to live out this century in peace and quiet, you know that."

Jenna perked her brow. "Really now?" She replied. "So stories of a figure in black and pink clothing beating the crap out of thugs in broad daylight before vanishing has nothing to do with your... obsession?"

This time it was Kathryn's turn to flush with embarrassment. "Ok, so I've got a little something going on the side. I can't help it. You know how much I hate seeing injustice done... and worse, justice perverted."

"No more than I hate seeing the innocent languish," the silver scale responded. "It's not like we can deny our natures."

"True," the yellow said simply. "So, you want Sunwurm to go knock some heads?"

"No, not yet," the silver said with a sly smile. "They're perverting the natural order, but there are other forces in play. But you should be ready, all the same."

Both Wurms looked at eachother for a long moment. A silver, leather sandle clad foot brushed out across a jeans wrapped thigh. Her business suit was a stark contrast to casually dressed figure across from her. She smiled softly, then murmured, "I think though, before we speak more on this, we should go somewhere more private, don't you think?"

A yellow tail snaked out and wrapped its end around its silver counterpart. "I was wondering how long it would take you to suggest that..." the key was quickly slipped from the napkin and Kathryn stood. She made her way towards the back, hips swaying slowly side to side.

The silver waited a moment longer, then stood herself. She was glad of her suit skirt, at least for the moment.

Stairs, creaking as bodies worked up them... a view of the tight backside of her partner. Jenna couldn't help but smile, even as the front of her skirt finally showed the thick tent pole that had been barely constrained by her panties.

Kathryn was in much the same state, both women excited at eachother's presence. The sunwurm glanced over her shoulder and made a point of hiking her tail up a bit more as she reached the top of the landing and turned to a door. Carved intricatly along the inside of the frame were runes. Words of power, protection, warding. It was only a tingle upon her scaled hide as she stepped inside, followed by her silvery counterpart.

"How long has it been since we met like this?" Kathryn asked, slipping off her purple hoodie and showing off the tight, low cut v-neck t shirt underneeth. Nestled above her cleavage was a simple silver pendant, an open handed gauntlet symbolizing the Hand of Tyr. This, however didn't come off as she lifted her shirt, baring the spiraled sun mark upon her back.

"At least a decade, sister," the silver wurm replied, carefully removing bracelets, then meticulously unbuttoning the suit's top. "You never call, you never write," she said in a slightly teasing tone. "But mention booty, and you're right there. Tsk tsk." She drew her shirt off next, revealing the one rebellious mark on her body... a nipple ring on her left breast, from which hung a small silver sword. Heimdallr's sword, to be exact. A simple gold ring was set in her right nipple, to balance things out. On her belly was a mark similar to her counterpart's, a crescent moon that looked like it could have been painted on a cave wall, made of a spiraling pattern of knoted lines. It dominated her tummy, where if the moon was full, it would fill all of her abdomen.

The silver was decidedly less bulky than the yellow. Oh, it was hardly that she was heavy as much as where Kathryn looked the part of a well built, sturdy brawler. Jenna on the other hand looked more dexterous, even frail in comparison. Where the sunwurm could powder concrete in her hand, the moonwurm looked more likely to dance between dust left behind by such a display of power and grab a few chunks mid air at that.

Both women stopped with their tops off, if only because Kathryn had come up behind Jenna and cupped her chest. The packed jeans of the sunwurm were nestled under the tail of the silver moonwurm, the bulge there throbbing against the denim with her powerful heartbeat. "Now, who should go first?" the yellow scaled creature asked, dragging her snout along the side of the silver's neck.

Unable to resist the desire building in her loins, the silver wurm pressed back. "I think you should go first. I must admit that the idea of you inside me is overwhelming, sister." A growl filled her throat, followed by a rolling grind of her well rounded ass against her counterpart's loins. "Now, get this skirt off before I rip it off myself."

Clawed fingers found buttons, tail's wrapped around legs, and within moments both the jeans and the skirt were falling to their feet. The simple table in the middle of the room was cleared with a backhanded brush of a yellow scaled arm, plastic acutriments clattering to the floor.

Jenna grabbed the edges of the table and bent forward as Kathryn grabbed her panties. Many who study norse mythology would be unsurprised by these two. They would be even less surprised by what was revealed when the black panties of the silver wurm were removed. A thick, eight inch cock the blue of glacier ice stood proudly from a small sheathslit, already slickened with arousal. The damp panties were kicked away from the silver's feet as they were planted wide, bearing the blue lips of her labia and the blue tinged scales around her tailvent.

Kathryn too was pulling off her dampened purple panties, chocolate brown erection throbbing in the air. Identical in size and shape, the sunwurm's flesh glinted a little as it was guided up under the tail of the presented silver.

Both hermaphrodite women bore lust-laden grins as their bodies adjusted and moved, sliding, grinding, rubbing against each other. Chocolate shaft against icy lips, then against sensitive back door... then back again. Their hips ground, the tip of Kathryn's cock peeking from under Jenna's own root.

A yellow scaled hand cupped that left breast, tugging at the sword charm. A low moan escaped the silver's chest as the icy blue teat was treated so. A silver hand slid back and took a handful of sun-yellow ass, kneading the cheek as her maw hung open in a silent hiss of pleasure.

"As if you were any less in it for a booty call, sis," the sunwurm hissed into the delicately webbed earfan. The silver's cheeks flushed again, but she did not protest.

Jenna's thighs were slick with nectar, heat building in her belly as she felt the caress of Kathryn's shaft against her throbbing cunny once more. This time, she didn't let it pass by, instead adjusting her hips and letting the thick tip push past her petals and deep into the liquid heat within. A moan escaped the silver wurm, claws digging into the wooden table she had bent herself over.

Kathryn's hips drove forward, the silver's tail over her left hip. The thicker, more muscular build of the sunwurm giving her plenty of thrust before slapping against the broader, more feminine ass below. A wet sound was heard as the thick, chocolate cock was pulled from the icy blue heat, then crammed home again amidst howls of pleasure from both women.

Jenna's hips ground back each time Kathryn's shoved up under her tail. Silver ass slid across yellow loins, only to part again and further soak her thighs. Again and again the two met, only for the sunwurm to draw out quickly. "Roll over Jen. Lets have some fun."

As the silver complied, crawling back onto the table and laying on her back, she could only grin at Kathryn. No matter how much or how little time they had apart, they always met with this ferocity. There was little ceremony before dark flesh was driving into split blue lips, grinding against the hidden clit at the height of her cleft. A splattering of pre shot from the moonwurm's cock, only to land upon her belly. The fluid itself was silvery and pearlescent, shimmering in the low light of the private, warded room.

Kathryn's hand quickly smeared across the pearlescent beads, only to drag the same hand to her lips and flick her tongue across the strings that caught between two digits. "Tsk, someone's pent up. Have you been a good little girl, Jen? You look fit to burst." The sunwurm's hips darted forward once more, causing the table to shift and groan under the assault.

The energetic nature of the meeting seemed be reflected outside. The storm had rolled in and rain was pounding the pavement. Water rushed through the streets as thunder rattled glass and lightning caused the windows to ignite with light. All of this went unheeded by the two wurms, lost as they were in their passion.

Hips slammed against hips, honey gushed around cock, electric pleasure built closer and closer to a peak between them both! Kathryn leaned down and her lips met Jenna's... Even as both women's breasts shook with the power of their fucking, their lips touched in an almost tender way. Open and eager, tongue met tongue as Kathryn's hands found Jenna's arms, drawing them out to either side, then weaving her fingers with the other wurm.

The poor table held itself upright, barely, starting to wobble more and more as the two fucked like beasts, like monsters. The pounding of the now rocking table against the floor was soon noticed by the patrons below. No lightning was that rhythmic! As suddenly as the slamming started, however, it also stopped.

Above, Kathryn's hips had stilled. Her throbbing shaft had vanished into the slurping, drooling slit of her sister wurm and was pulsing steadily. Liquid fire was pouring into Jenna's belly, filling it. Each rush of thick seed quenched another fire, one that had been kindled the moment she had set eyes upon the sunwurm.

Heat spread out between them, Jenna's own load squeezing into the space between their abdomens, oozing along their scales. As if that wasn't enough mess for either woman, their tails had twined and the overfull silver's puss was oozing seed and honey down their thighs. Streamers of pearlescent fluid turned to droplets that splattered upon the wooden floor, beading and cooling slowly.

Only once the flow of fluids had tapered off to a mere oozing did the two part from their kiss. Jenna's face was pulled into a lazy, satisfied smile. Kathryn's? Well, she wasn't so much as smiling as grinning like a fiend. Without any words the two parted, chocolate cock slowly slipping from the creamy tunnel it had created.

As soon as she was free, Jenna was on her feet and pressing Kathrynn up against the wall. With a low growl, the silver wurm grabbed the yellow's left leg and lifted, spreading her open. Not finished yet, the silver plunged her thick blue shaft into the hungry depths of the sunwurm in a single thrust, causing a soft squrrp of nectar. Her well creamed belly rubbed back against her partner, trapping the still hard cock of the sunwurm between their scaled hides.

The patrons had reason to look up again as the pounding resumed, wall shaking impacts vibrating down through the old bar and causing bottles to rattle and clank. The bartender didn't even bat an eye, casually pushing bottles back from the edges of their shelves as if she saw each one about to topple before it did.

Jenna was on fire, her eyes closed tightly as she slammed her way up into Kathryn again and again. The silver's face was pressed into the yellow's cleavage, her voice rising in muffled howls of wild passion.

Kathryn's head was tipped back, and she was gasping for breath again and again. She could only let out strangled mewls as her sister wurm gave as good as she got mere moments before. It didn't take long, not after that first round.

Again both wurms came almost as one, the thick seed of the sunwurm squeezing and oozing into her own belly to mix with the silver's. Jenna's hot load was under no less pressure than her first. This time though each shot of pudding thick seed was shoved deep by rolling, jerking hips. She closed her eyes as her climax brought her to yet another plateu, a higher plane of pleasure than she had been after her first climax.

The moment she tapered off, teeth grabbed her left horn and she was pulled just enough to get, "Mmn, my turn again, sexytail," before she was on the floor, Kathryn positioning over her cock. As the well creamed heat engulfed her once more, Jenna let out a happy howl of delight.

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It was hours later two disheveled women, one in jeans the other tucked into a rather hastily re-assembled suit, entered the bar once more. The bartender gave each of them a smile, her golden teeth bared in a grin. Her odd, seemingly bottomless golden eyes watched the pair leave. Her hand brushed under the bar, where a gilded horn lay atop a sword with a face upon its hilt. Oh yes, mischief was in the air. Ragnarok was not come, but it was worth the visit to see the two lindwurms once again.

The mare pulled out a mug and set it down before a patron. "You look like you're having some trouble," she said to the somewhat nervous looking melanistic leopard man. "Why don't you tell little old Hei all about it... Leslie was it?" she asked, glancing at the worried feline's licence. Heimdallr had her eyes everywhere.