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[i]THE STORY SO FAR...

Over the better part of the week, Stella had journeyed from her hometown of Drecker to the magical academy in Reynolph with a mission: to deliver a sample of a netherlily-- a hazardous flower that turns people into monstrous demons-- to the academy so that scientists could study the dangerous item.

When Stella finally arrived, it turned out that the academy had already received samples, including ones much better than the one that Stella had to offer. She was heartbroken and spent the night crying. However, during the night, unbeknownst to her, she was branded by the stars-- a mark imprinted on her butt cheek. What could it mean?

The next day begins. Will Stella's spirits improve?[/i]

Stella awoke with the pain glowing in her loins. Even if it wasn't so bad, she was worried she required professional help. It concerned her and only got more concerning when she got out of bed and any movement ached her body. When she reached down to pick up her knife off the floor, a pain jolted up her spine. She groaned.

Ignoring her pained body, she got her stuff together and was ready to check out of the inn. Thinking about her humiliation at the academy last night, she didn't care about getting home to Drecker but she knew she had to take care of her injury. It had been two days since she got railed by that demon and if she wasn't feeling better by now, then something might have been wrong.

It took a walk down the hallway before the pain subsided in any degree. She was grateful to the gods that her room wasn't on the second floor. It was a straight-leveled walk to the clerk-- a chesty human woman with freckles and frizzy orange hair.

Stella tossed the key on the counter. "Hey, can I ask you a question?"

"Shoot," said the clerk.

"Is there a cleric in town?" asked Stella.

The clerk grinned and nodded. "Sure! The academy has a bunch of them."

Stella frowned. She [i]really[/i] didn't want to go back to the academy after what happened to her the night prior. That place was full of assholes, as far as she was concerned. Not to mention that drow bitch Ilya.

The clerk spotted Stella's discomfort with the suggestion and changed routes. "Uh well, there's also Sup-ir outside of town." She snerked. "Did you get barred from the academy or something?"

Stella shook her head. "No, I..." She sighed. It would have been better if she didn't give the clerk any excuse. "Which way to Sup-ir's place?"

"Head out down Apecrest road," said the clerk, doing hand motions and pointing in directions Stella couldn't possibly know how to interpret, "and head out past the patrol station."

The directions seemed simply enough regardless. Stella forced a grin. "Thanks."

"Sup-ir..." said the clerk, tapping her fingers on the counter before picking up the key, "she's a weird one. A drow, actually, if you have a problem with that."

Stella hid her insult. Why would anyone assume Stella was prejudiced? She didn't let any disgust leave her mouth and instead said, "Bye."

The pained young lady walked out the door. The clerk was left alone to ponder what Stella had done to get kicked out the academy.

With the sun in the sky, Reynolph was able to show off its brilliant colors! The academy looked enchanting with its purple brick exterior but many other buildings in town, like the tower on the southeast side, visible from anywhere, shared the academy's magical aesthetic. It's dampened blue brick was a beautiful sight on the horizon. Even the plain buildings made of rock and wood had a flair to them-- syncopated brick layouts and curved rooftops-- that made their look more appealing compared to the rest of the region.

The breeze kicked up some of the dust so one of the first things Stella got by walking out that late morning was some dirt in her eyes. She did her best to brush it off but she walked down the sidewalk with her vision blurred. There was a pain in her eyes and a pain in her legs. What a way to start the day!

She groaned, "Gods damn it..."

It took a few minutes for the sting to leave her eyes. She looked around for streetsigns and tried to find Apecrest road. That was the name wasn't it? Yeah. Experimenting with walking styles to see if there was a way she could walk that reduced the amount of discomfort she felt in her loins, she wandered around the blocks until she found the sign she was looking for. Apecrest road went down a shallow hill into the wilderness and it looked like the road went on for awhile without touching anything that could have been the healer's house.

More walking, she thought. Great.

She passed the patrol station on the edge of town. Looking into the windows of the small building, she saw a human man sitting there-- in his patrolman uniform-- looking at what might have been a wand. Stella couldn't see that well into the dim building and she ignored it to walk down the road into the countryside. The roads were dirt but the wind didn't pick up dust like in town.

The pain in Stella's loins quieted down somewhat so it was reassuring that she wouldn't need a vagina transplant. Getting to a healer was still a priority.

Stella thought about what she was going to do afterwards, though. She would journey home, but for what? To go back being a herbalist in some backwater town? Was that going to be her life from then on? The thought depressed her and discouraged her steps, ones that were already slow from her injuries.

With a mind consumed by anxiety and depression, the girl's attention drifted away from where she was walking. She got lost in her head for what might have been four or forty minutes. Bits of scenery passed by Stella's eyes but she didn't notice them.

The question on what Stella was supposed to do now was a big one. If she went back to Drecker, would that be it? Would she settle down in Drecker? Would she meet a man in Drecker and have children there? Would she grow old in Drecker? Her going on a journey to Reynolph made her feel important for a short week and now it was gone. She had to go back to her humdrum life.

When Stella broke out of her thoughts and looked around at where she was, she was no longer in the wilderness. There was a heavy fog around and the trees had were frail and rotten. Their trunks were hollowed out and their leaves-- and the grass below-- were nearly gray.

"Oh great..." said Stella.

She looked back at the road she came in on and it looked just as macabre as any other direction. Where the hell had she wandered off to? She was deep in the fog, a fog that consumed the land that had the hostile grayness of smoke. It was impossible to see more than thirty feet and even things as far as ten feet weren't very clear.

The area was so silent that Stella could hear the blood flowing in her shoulders. Stella knew it as plain as day: she had wandered into a deadland. The region was known for its deadlands and Stella grimly wagered that, like all of them, the one she had entered was a spawning ground for the undead.

Stella patted her side to see if she still had her knife. What good would that do against the undead? She followed the path back the way she came. She came across a split, though. Which road did she walk in from? Both roads led down to a horizon of fog and sparse sickly trees. There was nothing distinct between them. Either road could have been where she came from but she took the left one and hoped it was the way back.

The path directed down a shallow hill and Stella was thankful that the pain in her body didn't act up the way it did yesterday when she walked down those steps at the academy. She looked at the path and didn't feel like it was the one she came in from. It didn't seem familiar but on the other hand she wasn't paying any attention at the time. The overhanging rocks to the side of the path-- she didn't know if she passed them before.

She went back to the fork in the road and took the other path. The other path was more even leveled which [i]felt[/i] like a path she had just traveled down. That's when a sharp pain started ringing in the side of her hip. Now, of all times. She put pressure on it and it alleviated the pain somewhat but the urgency of getting out of there became more apparent.

"God dammit," said Stella, annoyance in her breath, "I just need to get to a healer."

The path didn't lead anywhere that wasn't drenched in dour atmosphere. The trees were just as dead and the fog wouldn't let up. It startled Stella when she saw lights shimmering in the distance. She didn't even know what they could have been at first but then she recalled that specters appeared as shimmering strings of light in the distance. Specters-- ghosts that could kill a person by draining the life from their body. Stella gulped.

She turned back around but the lights had appeared on the horizon in that direction too. The lights were all around and Stella didn't know where to go. She stood still, unsure which direction to take. Up the road, back the way she came, or take her chances off the path? Were the lights actually specters or were they an illusory phenomenon? It was still day even if the omnipresent fog was clouding everything and the sunlight could be doing funny things to the air.

Stella moved slowly down the path, her eyes shifting around keeping an eye on the horizon. It was a path. It was built by people and would lead her back to people, Stella told herself. She clenched her fist and walked forward.

The shimmering lights didn't go away. In fact, they seemed to be getting closer. It was hard to tell in the fog but the lights went from hanging in the distant horizon to being about a yard away, and then get closer. Stella could hear clicks in the distance.

Stella's breathing picked up and so did her speed. This seems to provoke the lights. Instead of blinking in and out of view, the lights remained apparent and drifting in Stella's direction. Then grew from small vertical beams into spirals of light three feet across. Black spots appear on these figures of light forming something of a face. They [i]were[/i] specters and their moaning rose out of the silence! Stella yelped.

When Stella took off sprinting the moans of the specters turning into a gathering of howling. It wasn't long before there was a group of the ghosts following behind her. To make matters worse, there was a scattering of them up ahead. Stella didn't know where to run. There seemed to be fewer lights to her left so she turned off the path and ran through the tall grass.

She was through hoping that any unusual light wasn't a potential threat, but she had to run towards their proximity anyway. The sound of howling and moaning was getting louder and Stella couldn't run any faster than she was going. There wasn't any pain like earlier-- her adrenaline pacified the sting that her injuries had given her.

The grass field hit its end and Stella found herself running through a group of trees of no knowable size with the fog obscuring any distance over twenty feet or the like. It was hard to see and Stella got smacked by branches and leaves. A branch scraped her mouth and she coughed.

The trees got thick and it was hard to see the horizon past the army of trunks rising out of the dirt floor. Was Stella out of the specters' territory?

From behind a tree came a ghostly light. The abyssal face of a specter came out and moaned loudly! Stella screamed and fell to the ground. The specter loomed over her, stretching its sides like it was going to enwrap Stella in its deathly grasp.

Stella waddled backwards and got back on her feet and dashed away. She hit her foot on a stray root but kept her balance and kept running. She walked out of the forests into a dirt hill but the fog wasn't letting up and Stella didn't sense she was any closer to safety. She screamed for help, one, twice, and a third time. Would anyone hear her?

She didn't know where to run so she picked a random direction that wasn't the one she came from and she booked it. The moans and groans of the undead still echoed around her. How could she have gotten so lost?

A cliff came into view and a quick look over her shoulder saw some specters trailing her still, their dark eyes and mouth like cuts of endless darkness in the sky. She got close to the cliff and traveled along it's dirt face. She leaned into it, having to catch her breath. Her fatigue and the pain in her body caught up with her. The discomfort from her loins had spread down her legs.

She couldn't stop though. The monsters were still after her. Even walking wasn't fast enough to outpace the creature. She moaned and picked up her speed to a jog. Her heart beat like a drum.

The fog on the horizon looked thin. Was she almost out of the deadlands? Then she turned the corner and saw another specter waiting around it. There was not more than a few feet between Stella and the ghost! The specter turned to her and wailed. Stella screamed and fell to the ground, covering her face as the ghost descended on her.

This is it, thought Stella.

A beam of blue light came out of the fog. It pierced the specter and hit the cliff on the other side. The specter was still, then its body began to disintegrate, its black eyes and mouth breaking down and the light fading into air. The couple specters chasing behind Stella still approached but another few blasts of the blue light took care of them.

Stella shivered. She looked up. The ghosts were gone-- destroyed. She looked over into the fog to see a figure of a person. As the person got close, Stella could see they were a drow lady wearing a dark blue and crimson dress. She had frizzy hair that had gone pretty gray with age.

"Are you ok?" asked the lady.

Stella caught her breath and looked at herself. She wasn't cut or bruised aside from some scratches on her arm but the was darkness running down her pants. Stella grimaced and took a hand to confirm that it was wet and warm and the feeling of soakedness was present in her panties as well. The dampness was on her legs, too.

"Ugh..." Stella moaned.

The drow scuttled up to Stella. "What's wrong?" She looked at Stella's pants and saw that the human girl had an accident. "Oh."

Stella couldn't even look at the drow lady. She was mortified. Maybe if the girl was silent the lady would leave her alone to be mercifully killed by the specters.

The drow lady wasn't going to bemock the young human for her evacuation. She walked up to Stella, "Need any help?"

Stella sighed and nodded. The drow offered a hand and Stella took it, raising herself to her feet. There was a mucky feeling in her pants, though, and when Stella fidgeted with her pants she could feel what that mucky feeling was.

"Oh fuck me..." said Stella.

"It's ok," said the lady, "You just had a little spill, that's all."

Stella scowled. "I shat my pants!"

"I could bring you to my place to help you get cleaned up," said the drow.

Stella said nothing. She stared a hole into space.

"[i]Hey[/i]," said the drow, before softening her tone. "I'm here to help you. Let me help you help yourself."

Stella sighed and looked up at the drow. She nodded.

The drow was Sup-ir, as it turned out. Sup-ir described herself as a 'healer' and not just a cleric. She had a few magics available to deal with stray undead.

Stella was mostly quiet on the walk to Sup-ir's cabin and the drow, knowledgeable of the surrounding area, lead Stella out of the deadlands and back onto the proper road. A short hike down the road, and they were at Sup-ir's cabin, and thankfully so as Stella didn't want to be seen by anyone after looking like she failed potty-training.

The windows on Sup-ir's cabin were small so not a lot of light got in and the cabin was dark. But it was cozy and felt safe. It had herbal smells which Stella assumed was because of Sup-ir being a healer.

Stella needed healing but first, it was time to get changed. Sup-ir put away her rod of banishing and Stella dropped her backpack in the house. Stella followed Sup-ir out back. The drow lady fetched a bucket of water while Stella went into the bushes nearby and slipped out of her clothes.

How many times had she had to do that on her journey? Footwear off, pants off, then underwear off. Sup-ir came with the water and a rag and Stella got wiping herself down. She let the product drop from her buttcheeks then wiped all over that place until everything was clean. After, she scrubbed at her thighs and legs where she had pissed upon. Once she was clean, Stella tossed the clothes and rag in a hole for Sup-ir to bury later. They tossed the water and went back inside Sup-ir's cabin.

Sup-ir had a table for patients, one coated with a kind of hard wax that made it easier to clean and more comfortable for anyone laying on it, especially a naked girl who needed to have her body examined. Sup-ir opened a shutter so more light came in and the drow got a look at Stella's vaginal area. The skin was [i]rough[/i] on the vulva and there was a redness around her waist and thighs.

"What happened?" asked Sup-ir.

The worst question. Stella tried to find the strength to answer but her mouth wouldn't make a syllable.

"What happened, Stella?" Sup-ir asked again, "I have to know."

"I had to have sex with a demon," said Stella.

"You had sex with a demon?" asked Sup-ir, not sure what Stella meant and not believing her.

"I [i]had to![/i]" said Stella, "We were attacked and I had to distract the demon long enough that he would turn back into a human."

Sup-ir sighed and tapped her claws on the table. She had heard in-town about the netherlilies popping up around the region that were transforming people in horrific monsters. The human girl in front of her interacted with one in a most physical manner!

Sup-ir waved a circle at Stella's crotch, "So... all of this was because you laid with a demon." The drow rubbed down Stella's thigh. "How big was it?"

Stella couldn't tell if the drow was curious or asking out of medical importance. "Pretty big."

"I need measurements," said Sup-ir, "How long was it?"

"I didn't take measurements!" said Stella, "It looked... four inches wide. It was over a foot, I'm sure."

Sup-ir cradled her hands, looking thoughtful. "That doesn't sound [i]dangerous[/i]. Just... extreme."

Stella leaned up to give Sup-ir a stern look. "It [i]hurt[/i], ok? It felt like my body was imploding. That might sound sexy but it wasn't."

"Alright." Sup-ir got up and walked to her shelves. She had a collection of scrolls rolled in blue ribbons. She checked the ribbons to find the one she was looking for. Scroll of identify? No. Scroll of donkification? No. Scroll of healing? That was the one.

She brought it over to Stella, and the drow stood in front of the girl's open cooch and spread legs. Sup-ir popped open the ribbon and unraveled the scroll. She held it out in front of her and said, "[i]Heal![/i]"

The ink of the scroll glowed and Stella's crotch, thighs, and tummy were consumed in a green light. There was a quiet hum for a moment and then the scroll turned to ash and the glow all over Stella faded.

Sup-ir brushed off her hands and smiled. "How are you feeling?"

The pressure inside Stella had gone. She leaned up. The pain and stiffness was no longer consuming her loins. She turned off the table and hopped down on her feet. The sting in her center was gone. Stella bent her knees and rotated her torso. There was no discomfort!

Stella let out a chuckle!

While Stella twisted herself to test how well the healing spell worked, Sup-ir took a glance at Stella's right butt cheek to see a branding on it. Stella didn't seem like the type to get a tattoo so Sup-ir was caught surprised!

Stella smiled. "I'm feeling great!"

"Excellent," said Sup-ir.

Stella walked over to her backpack to get some clothes and money and Sup-ir trailed her, getting a better look at that tattoo. It was a dragon with a lot of extra lines and designs coming out of it. Sup-ir didn't know what kind of aesthetic that was but it was quite interesting!

"You got a very nice tattoo, young lady," said Sup-ir.

"What are you talking about?" said Stella, hunched over in her backpack.

"The one on your butt," said Sup-ir.

Stella brought out a pair of pants and some underwear. She gave Sup-ir a funny look. "The one on my what?"

"Your ass, child," said Sup-ir.

Stella leaned around, trying to get a look at her butt. She had to lean back to get a look of her rump but when she saw those black markings on the skin of her butt, she dropped her clothes. "Awwww, what the fuck?"

Sup-ir wasn't expecting the tattoo to be a surprise for the young one. She pointed at a standing mirror by the shelves. "There's a mirror, there."

Stella walked up to the mirror and showed it her tight butt. Right in plain view was a dragon tattoo on Stella's right cheek. She clawed at it, hoping it was paint or some kind of ink, but it was on there thick.

Stella was mortified! "What in the [i]fuuuuck!?[/i]"

Sup-ir tugged on her collar. "You... don't know where it came from, do you?"

"[i]No![/i]" said Stella, "This is my first time seeing it!"

Stella took a few minutes, seeing the tattoo from every angle she could. She clawed at it like a cat and by the time she was done there were a bunch of scratch marks on her rump. Stella didn't recognize the marking or the style. She had never seen that design before in her life. It was a mystery to her and she wasn't in the mood for any puzzles that week.

Stella got dressed and paid Sup-ir for the healing but Sup-ir recommended that Stella stayed a few more minutes to cool down. After being attacked by those specters and now having to deal with a mystery tattoo, the girl was probably at a wit's end.

The two sat across from each other at the table. Stella leaned an elbow off the edge, rubbing her face and trying to grasp what was going on.

"I've heard of magical tattoos," said Sup-ir.

"Yeah?" asked Stella, not raising a gaze at the cleric.

Sup-ir nodded. "That's the realm of the gods. You might want to have a seer or astrologist look at it."

"Showing my ass to a bunch of star-watchers?" Stella chortled. "I think I'd rather go home. It's been a rough week."

"Do you want to talk about it?" asked Sup-ir.

Stella looked at Sup-ir. Her eyes were full of acceptance for a second, but the glow faded and she brought her gaze back downward at the table.

Sup-ir reached across the table and patted Stella's arm, "Tell me about it, if you wish."

Reluctantly, Stella reconnected her eyes with Sup-ir's. Sup-ir looked at her with such understanding and caring eyes. It caught Stella off guard. After the cold shoulder she got at the Reynolph academy, it was nice to meet someone who had concern for Stella's well-being. The girl's eyes fogged.

Stella breathed in then breathed out. "This journey has been terrible. I've been attacked multiple times and..."-- She gazed at the floor-- "Just now in the deadlands... that wasn't the first time I've pissed and shat myself in terror. There was a monster right outside my hometown, a troll lady, and then that demon back towards Camberley."

"Well, that happens," said Sup-ir. "Me? I'm an old woman with terrible bladder control. I piss my pants more often than I buy groceries!"

Stella wasn't amused but she faked a chuckle. She fell silent again, though.

"That does sound like a string of bad luck, though," said Sup-ir, "I know that when I travel I don't find too many troubles."

"I feel like an idiot," said Stella, "Like I keep making these terrible mistakes and end up paying for it." She lifted her knees off the floor. "That demon felt like a punishment. Punishment for me being so... indecent."

"Indecent?" asked Sup-ir, "How?"

Stella rubbed her arm, turning her head towards Sup-ir but not looking the drow in her eyes. "I... have sex a lot." It was said but Stella didn't know what else to add for it. She sat in silence for a moment and sighed. "And I get attracted to non-humans. I'm a whore."

"You are not a whore," said Sup-ir, "How often do you have sex?"

Stella had to think about that. She had sex the night before she left Drecker but it wasn't a common thing. She spent more time being horny for strangers than actually sleeping with them. After thinking about it for a moment, the journey had been more sexually lively than any time in the last couple years. The only thing that would compare was her time at school.

Stella shrugged. "I guess... five times in the last week. I've also touched myself a lot. On the ship ride here I watched a reptilian and orc have sex while I played with myself."

Sup-ir chortled. "What's wrong with that?"

"It's [i]depraved[/i]," said Stella, "There was this hobgoblin nudist that I met the other day and I wanted to... boink with him."

Sup-ir let out a playful sigh. "Again, what's wrong with that?"

"It's perverted," said Stella, "I'm attracted to non-humans." She lowered her voice so even the walls couldn't overhear her. "On the way here I saw a troll male and I wanted to... [i]touch[/i] him."

Sup-ir smirked. "A troll, huh? How big was it?"

Stella chuckled. She didn't think to say anything. Sup-ir said again, "How big was it?"

Stella rubbed her neck, smiling innocently. "[i]Huge.[/i]"

Sup-ir chuckled, wiggling her hips with joy. "I bet it was! I don't know if you should go courting with monsters but... non-humans-- hobgoblins, orcs"-- She leaned close to Stella-- "and drow. What's wrong with finding us attractive?"

"It's... not something people do a lot," said Stella.

"So?" said Sup-ir, "We got the same parts you do, more or less. Our pipes fit together. What's wrong in finding an orc or a reptilian attractive?"

Stella sat there silently. She didn't have an intelligent reason even if her heart told her it was bad for her to want the body of a non-human.

Sup-ir got up and walked around the room. "The gods scooped all of us out of the animal kingdom and plopped us into civilization. We're all cut from the same cloth."

It was true. Even ogres, who were often eight feet or larger still had the same kinds of bodies as humans and drow and such. Two arms, two legs, and about the same proportions. Goblins and dwarves, who were shorter than humans on average, still had the same configuration. They were all humanoid species.

There was a lot of paranoia about interspecies sex. There was a falsehood that having sex with an orc would ruin a human woman's womb. Even if she knew that was a falsehood, Stella couldn't think that she was at risk if she laid with an orc man.

But what was actually wrong about her sleeping with an orc, if she wanted to? Her mind rung like there was some fact about interspecies sex she was forgetting but what was it? Was there truly anything wrong?

"I still feel unusually horny," said Stella.

Sup-ir walked up to one of her shelves and brushed a finger down the spine of a book. She scoffed. "'Unusually horny'. What's unusual about it?"

"How often should someone be thinking about sex?" asked Stella.

"I don't have a clear answer for that," said Sup-ir, "but why wouldn't you? You're an animal, remember. We all come from various species of primate. You humans come from chimpanzees, us drow come from orangutans. We build houses and use manners but we are still animals. We want to have sex because our nature tells us to. It feels [i]good[/i]."

"I wish I could say that," said Stella, "but each time I have sex it doesn't feel very special."

"Oh?" said Sup-ir.

Stella frowned, almost looking like she was about to tear up. "For all the sex I have, I wish it felt better! I'm so... horny, and yet I'm not good at having an orgasm."

"Do your partners climax too early," asked Sup-ir, "or...?"

Stella shrugged. "Maybe. I think I... feel restrained."

Sup-ir offered a hand to Stella. "Really now? In that case, I might be able to help you."

Stella ignored the hand. "Really? How?"

"I'll teach you how to have a better orgasm," said Sup-ir, holding the hand out still. "I'm not just a cleric, I'm a [i]healer[/i]. This is what I help people with."

Stella turned away. "I don't need help with that, thanks."

"[i]Stella[/i]," said Sup-ir, her voice commanding and stern, "Orgasms-- [i]sex[/i] is a wonderful thing. It's a shame whenever anyone is unfulfilled sexually. Come with me and I will help you with that problem."

Stella thought for a moment. Good sex, it's something she craved. She wasn't proud of her lust but she knew that it wasn't anything she was ever going to be rid of. It was a vice that she would carry with her until her libido puttered out from old age. If she was going to live in that sin, then she would want to do it well.

Stella took Sup-ir's hand, "Ok." She took a deep breath in. "Help me."

Sup-ir smiled. "Follow me."

Sup-ir led Stella out of the house and down the road. When the road ended at a grove of tall pines, Stella looked up at the mighty trees. They had their leaves so high above the ground that even five ogres stacked on each others' backs couldn't reach the branches.

There was the deadland's fog far off on the horizon but Sup-ir assured the human that they were safe and nothing was going to creep out from the fog and attack them, nor was the fog going to drift in their direction.

"So what did you bring me out here for?" asked Stella.

Sup-ir walked up a tree trunk and slapped its smooth bark, "I'm going to teach you to stop feeling shame because you're horny."

Stella chuckled nervously then realized Sup-ir was serious. "Really? What do you mean?"

Sup-ir walked Stella over to an abandoned cabinet lying in the middle of the ground. Rain and winds had weathered the piece of furniture but Sup-ir wiggled the top to show it was still sturdy. It was about three feet off the ground although a leg had broken so it was on a tilt.

"Do you see this cabinet here?" said Sup-ir, "Hump it."

Stella snerked. "I'm not going to hump it!"

"Hump it," said Sup-ir, "It's a great piece of furniture to hump. It feels good."

"This is ridiculous!" said Stella, turning away thinking she ought to walk back to town and forget the whole thing.

"Come [i]here[/i]," said Sup-ir.

Stella sighed. She didn't know why but she walked over to the Sup-ir, the cabinet sitting on the dirt floor looking very unhumped.

"Why do you want me to hump a cabinet?" said Stella.

"Because it would feel good!" said Sup-ir.

"It's idiotic!" said Stella.

"True," said Sup-ir. She walked around the cabinet, "but all of our attractions are idiotic. They don't come from a sophisticated place-- they come from an animalistic one!"

Stella groaned. She was annoyed, discomforted, and some of what Sup-ir was saying made some sense, unfortunately.

"So what am I supposed to get out of humping some wood?" asked Stella.

"It's healthy," said Sup-ir, rubbing the top of the cabinet's surface, "Very little sexual activity isn't good for you. You want to know how I remain vibrant as my old age?" Sup-ir pushed up her ample bosom. "It's because I let myself feel the pleasure of sex all the time!"

Stella put her hand on a tree and looked up its tall shaft. It went higher than most buildings she knew. She knew enough about pines to know that at that height the tree had been there for over a century. Perhaps it was closing in on two centuries! It had seen so many rainfalls and winters. It had been overlooking the valley for years.

"Trees," said Stella, "they are the old guardians of the wilderness. This guy here is probably 150 years old. He's older than all of us people yet we treat him like a rock."

"He's not that older than [i]all[/i] of us," said Sup-ir, "Us drow live longer than you humans."

"Right," said Stella, "but the point is... it's weird how we treat trees like plants when they deserve more respect."

Sup-ir put a hand on Stella's shoulder and looked deep into her soul. "Give it a hump."

Stella walked up to the tree and positioned her legs to the sides of its base. Here we go, she thought. She wrapped her arms around it and tugged her body close to its trunk, letting its cylinder splay her breasts and rest on her loins. She rubbed her pelvis into the hard surface of the tree, feeling the vibrations in her bone as she rubbed the hard points of her crotch into the bark. It pleased her.

"Go ahead," said Sup-ir.

Stella couldn't help but giggle as she began humping the tree. She leaned herself back an inch and then smacked her waist into the trunk. It was ironic, so it wasn't anything to be ashamed about! That's what she told herself anyway.

Her vagina liked Stella smacking the board, though. Her giggling faded but her humping didn't stop. Her vulva liked that good smack. She gripped the tree tighter and let her gaze go dull.

"There you go," said Sup-ir, taking Stella's hand. "Feels good doesn't it?"

Stella hummed an agreement. It was crude and pathetic but smacking her cunt into the tree hit the spot. It was idiotic and she knew it but it was nice to let go. Sup-ir watched her hump the tree and there wasn't an ounce of judgement in her eyes. If anything, Sup-ir was proud that the human girl was embracing the demented corridors of her horny.

"Why does this feel good?" asked Stella.

"Because humping things feel good," said Sup-ir, "Well, things that are not cacti and maces. If you want a [i]real[/i] good time, find yourself a punching bag. Now there's a good thing to hump!"

Stella chuckled, her face planted against the tree as she tried to have its babies. She looked down at her legs pushing into the tree trunk. "I'm behaving like a dog."

Sup-ir smiled brightly. "Feels good, doesn't it? We should all behave more like dogs!"

It felt good. That's what it came down to. It might have been behavior that would make her a laughing stock if people found out but her vagina was so happy to body check the tree. It was a worthwhile tradeoff-- do something idiotic for splendid pleasure!

Stella looked up at the tree. Its majesty shone on her and she felt her body expand. She humped harder and gripped the tree tighter, feeling a storm brewing in her pants. She wanted to erupt for her tree lover and her ferocity spiked! The girl whacked her body against the tree with force!

She could feel the orgasm escape her. She cuddled close to the tree and moaned, letting moistness fill out in her panties. She shivered as strings of ooze rode down her leg.

Her humping slowed down and she got up from the tree, her knees tingly and her body riveting with orgasmic delight.

Sup-ir didn't seem impressed. If anything, she was confused. She cocked a head at Stella, "Was that it?"

"Was what it?"

"That moan you uttered out," said Sup-ir, "Did you cum?"

Stella tugged on her pants. "Yeah."

"You were awfully quiet," said Sup-ir, "when I have an orgasm I let the world know!" She smiled. "People would think an orangutan was in a fistfight!"

Stella chuckled, "When I was on that ship, the orc and reptilian lady-- they were [i]loud[/i]! They roared and screamed when they climaxed!"

"Which is what you should be doing!" said Sup-ir, "No wonder you are sexually unsatisfied-- this is how you restrain yourself! You must be an [i]animal[/i]! Free the beast!"

Stella waited a moment and then took round two. She humped the tree like she did before, letting herself feel the lust for the ancient plant. She smacked her cunt into it wanting to tap its olden secrets.

Sup-ir was about to walk off to take a leak but she had to stay and watch what the human was getting up to. It was obvious that Stella was a shy person but she was trying to break through that as she rammed herself against that old tree.

The tree boiled her water. With every whack against it's skin, her body turned up the heat. Her thighs got firmer. Her taint tightened up. Her animal instincts knew it was time for breeding and her loins turned and get ready to fire out her beautiful juices.

She gazed up at the spire, its body reaching into the heavens. She felt the climax flare up inside her. She breathed heavy and let out of a yelp. Gods, she sounded like a baby chimpanzee. She tried yelping again, and it still didn't feel right. She could feel the looks of sneering people on the back of her neck. The climax was escaping her, moistness spritizing into her underwear, but she couldn't bring herself to scream.

Sup-ir took her arm. "Now! Scream! Bark! Do whatever feels right! Just make some noise!"

Stella clawed the bark of the tree, heaved her head back and ignored all those who would mock her for being an animal! She howled loudly into the air while her body humped the tree like a oil-powered drill! She howled and screamed so the specters in the deadlands could hear what it was like to be alive! She yelped like a monkey whipping through the trees. Not a sound that came out of her was human-- she was, in that moment, in animal.

She cooled down and backed away from the tree, chuckling.

Sup-ir smiled. "That's better! [i]That[/i] sounded like someone having an orgasm!"

Stella looked at the tree and felt the ooze sliding down her leg. "Could I... continue?"

Sup-ir nodded.

"Could I... strip?" said Stella.

Sup-ir gave her sultry gaze. "Be my guest, young one!"

Stella got out of her clothes and let her naked body into the afternoon sun. The breeze felt good on her nipples and her cooch. It tickled the bottom of her butt too. She found another tree and wrapped her arms around it, humping lightly. She wanted to enhance her pleasure though, and humped it faster and harder. She breathed hard and whacked the tree hard with her naked body. Her cooch hit the bark like a boxing glove.

She clawed the barked and growled, drool dripping down her face. She snarled and smacked her body into the tree like a tiger wrestling its prey. She lifted her legs off the ground gripping the tree so tight as she humped it like it needed to die.

Sup-ir watched the human go outright [i]feral[i] with her treehumping. What a little monster the drow had unleashed!

Another orgasm fired down Stella's passages and the human screamed and howled again, like she wanted to say to the world "This is my orgasm! It is mighty and steaming!" Cum whipped all over the ground and the tree bark below. She snarled and grunted then turned her head up and yelped like an ape caught in a hallucination.

Stella wasn't done. After cumming on one tree she raced to another to get busy with it too, following the same pattern of flailing like a beast and making all sorts of animal noises.

Satisfied she had unleashed something from within Stella and fixed her problem, Sup-ir walked over to the cabinet and climbed behind it. She bit her lip and the old drow got humping it, the cabinet creaking and muttering with the old drow's thrusts! Stella would have smiled proudly at the old woman if the human wasn't busy snarling and screaming like a wolverine.

Stella hadn't had enough, though! She went to another tree and did the same thing. Every tree was going to be her mate in her animalistic awakening, but after screaming like a chimpanzee and cumming on two other pines, Stella joined Sup-ir in humping the cabinet like the drow lady had originally asked her.

Stella humped one end while Sup-ir, still clothed, humped the other. Stella would smack one end and Sup-ir would feel it and then Sup-ir would hump in return and the thump would ring in Stella's bones. For a moment, it was almost like the human girl and old drow lady were having some kind of sex [i]together[/i], but Stella perished the thought. Two [i]females[/i] having sex? Now [i]that[/i] would have been truly weird!

The human girl laid on the dirt, catching her breath. Her breasts heaved as she regained her wind. Sup-ir leaned on the tree, tuckered out for less but still satisfied for the primal hump session that she had with the human stranger.

Stella got up and got to her clothes. She put them back on as Sup-ir got up and cracked her back. The drow lady stretched, feeling sort of numb in her loins and her arms.

"So how do you feel now?" asked Sup-ir.

Stella was still for a moment. An energy was coursing through her that she never had before. Something [i]clicked[/i] for her as she got freaky with those trees, and it didn't take too much thinking to understand why.

Stella smiled, a sincere gaze offered to Sup-ir as she slipped on her bra. "I feel... great. Reborn, even. I... want to have sex. I want to have sex again soon because I think I can do it right this time!"

Sup-ir clapped her hands and smiled. "Excellent! The question is: what are you going to do now? Besides the sex?"

Stella sighed. She unbuckled her belt and twisted her body to see the butt tattoo again. She put her pants back up and fastened herself. "I guess I better see someone about this tattoo. Do you know anyone-- astrologists or seers-- around here?"

Sup-ir smiled. "The magic academy has a few of those."

Stella wasn't up for the idea. She didn't want to deal with anyone from the academy. "Uh... anyone else? Perhaps someone on the way back home?"

"Really?" said Sup-ir, "That magic academy isn't that much of a detour." She thought for a moment. "Camberley has a seer." She shrugged. "I don't know, but you should really think about checking out the academy. They got high-end services!"

Stella chuckled. "We'll see."

Sup-ir and Stella stared at each other contently. Then there was a faint hissing sound with dripping. Stella looked down to see wetness splashing on Sup-ir's dress.

"Uhhh..." Stella covered a mouth, embarrassed for the old lady.

Sup-ir sighed and tugged out her dress, "Ah great."

"What's wrong?" asked Stella.

"I'm peeing my pants," said Sup-ir. She giggled, "I'm old!"

"Do you need help?" asked Stella.

Sup-ir waved her off. "I'll be fine. You head out."

Stella felt awkward walking away from an old lady that might have required assistance and the girl was pretty fine helping an old lady change her pants after said lady had done the same to Stella earlier, but the girl didn't want to impose on the woman. It was one of the drow's habits, apparently. Sup-ir was equipped to deal with it.

Stella headed out on the road, waving at the drow lady. The drow lady stood there, wet spot on the front of her dress, waving back.

Sup-ir waited until Stella was a speck on the horizon, then turned her attention downward. She pinched her dress, "Good going, you old bird." She thought for a moment. "Well... since the damage has been done..."

Sup-ir leaned forward and let go. There was a [b]*pppt*[/b] then a [b]*PRRRRRRRT!*[/b] [b]*frrrrRRRRT!*[/b] and then a [b]*PLORP*[/b] and the drow lady had a few logs resting in her panties. It felt good to have the warm comfort rest under her buttcheeks.

She walked off, the ground wet where she stood. The drow went back to her cabin. Maybe she would wait until she changed herself.

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