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Traget lifted her head from the flower bed, unsure where she was. Trees were all around, their orange leaves waving in the gentle breeze. A bird squawked over head before flying off, it's two sets of wings flapping madly. Pulling herself upright, she brushed the remnants of some crushed blue flowers from her armour. Glancing around the small clearing, she noticed Kincade and Melissa struggling to their feet.

Hackles raised and feathers puffed as he glared at Traget, Kincade was the first to speak. "What happened? What did you do, demon?"

Traget's HUD flickered to life as her suit's systems attempted to determine her location. She snorted rudely at Kincade. "That damn guard must have done something, he hit me with something just as I was jumping away. Also, I am not a demon, I told you that."

"The crystal was green! That means you are a demon." Turning to Melissa, Kincade asked, "Green means demon, right?"

Melissa nodded absently, as Kincade looked smug, earning a growl from Traget. Melissa patted him on the shoulder. "Don't worry, it cannot harm us, I have placed a binding spell on it. It has to obey me."

"What's this about a binding spell?" Traget asked, angrily. "And stop calling me 'it'."

"Well, it's not as if I can tell." Melissa said dismissively as she turned around, trying to work out her situation. "What are you?"

Traget paused for a moment, suprised at the question, before she said, "Female."

Melissa turned back to Traget, arms crossed as she tried to get her voice to sound confident. "Well demon hen, I am your master and I command you to take us back home. Immediately."

A strong desire to obey pass over Traget, instantly overshadowed by her anger at such a violation of her free will. Fighting down the urge to reach out and smack the arrogant look from the mages face, she pulled up the medical scans of her brain as she tried to determine what the binding spell had done. Altered hormones, strange voltage fluctuations between neurons, something weird going on with my temporal lobe. She mused. No sign of drugs or foreign chemicals. Fucking magic, what did she do to me?

Out loud, she simply replied, "Bitch."

"Watch your language!" Kincade snapped, fluffing out his feathers, offended. "A mage deserves your respect."

A worried look crossed Melissa's face as she wondered if her binding spell had failed. No, surely not. The demon would have attacked me if it had. She thought. Still, best to make sure.

Reaching out with her remaining magic, Melissa felt the bonds covering Traget, signifying a successful line of control existed. Standing up straighter, arms folded across her chest, she said, "You will not use that language before me again. Now do as you are told."

Traget stretched her wings before replying. "I am not a hen. I have far more in common with a wolf than a bird, therefore, bitch, not hen. Or if you really want to be progressive, you could just call me a female, or woman, or other normal, respectful terms you would call a female without resorting to calling me an animal. I don't call you a, uh. Whatever the term for a female monkey is. As far as taking you home, I can't."

Kincade butted in. "Why not?"

"If you gave me a second so I could finish talking." Traget snapped, irritated at Kincade's prior demon insinuations. She waved her foreleg. "I can't teleport. Even if I could I don't know where we are, or where we need to be."

Melissa was silent, instead watching a small squirrel like rodent sitting on a tree branch. It had a set of tentacles on it's back that it was using to strangle a bird with, a moment before it unhinged it's jaw and swalled the fluttering creature whole. That doesn't seem right, she thought.

Taking more notice of her surroundings, a horrible thought began to form. The trees had smooth, dark brown trunks and blue leaves, the nearby bushes were spiky and seemed unaffected by the breeze blowing through them, instead staying perfectly still. Shielding her eyes with a hand, she looked up at the sky. Twin suns slowly made their way towards the horizon.

"We're in another dimension." she realised, turning to Traget. "Is this your doing? Take us home. Take us back right now!"

"I told you I can't, this had nothing to do with me." Traget said, opening a new screen on her HUD. Just to be sure, she established a connection with the systems back on her home world and brought the positional information up. There had definately been a co-ordinate shift a few minutes ago, though her systems lacked the capability to determine how far they had gone.

"You came to our dimension before, so how did you do that?." Melissa demanded, arms crossed.

Traget sighed to herself. "Whether you believe it or not, I come from another reality. The method I use to travel between realities is only capable of moving between realities. If this is another dimension, then it exists inside the same reality you came from. Therefore, you are in the correct location as far as my systems can tell."

"And this means?" Kincade asked.

"Well, imagine a reality is one of the states in a country, and the dimensions are cities in those states." Traget explained, ignoring Melissa disbelieving look. "I can aim for a state and have a good chance of getting the right one because they are nice and big, but finding the cities isn't really possible. They're too small for me to lock onto, so I just drop randomly anywhere inside the state borders."

Kincade nodded thoughtfully, trying to make sense of this. "So how many dimensions are in a reality?"

Traget shrugged her wings. "Could be only one or two, could be hundreds. From biggest to smallest, you have the multiverse, which contains everything. That's made up of universes, which are made up of realities, which are made up of dimensions, which are made up of galaxies, which are made up of planets, and planets are these things we're standing on."

Traget stood and glanced up at the twin suns moving across the sky. "I can take you back to my home world, but if we then try to return to this reality, we'll just get dropped back in some random dimension. My system is only a prototype, it was never designed for high accuracy."

Kincade was about to ask more questions, but got shushed by Melissa. "Stop insisting on such nonsense. The Master Mage Atorian proved that our world is the only one millennia ago."

"Has anyone checked recently?" Traget asked innocently.

Ignoring this, Melissa turned to Kincade. "Do not listen to it. Uh, her. She is just trying to misinform you. If she will not do as asked, then I will get us home myself."

Turning away, she placed her hands on her hips as she wondered how she could possibly achieve that. The guard had been the one to send them here, not her. How do you summon yourself from another dimension? A sort of reverse summon or ... or ...

She had no idea. Without her books, she didn't even know where to start, or if she even possessed the power needed to cross the dimensional barrier. They were trapped in whatever realm the guard had sent them to and she didn't know what to do. How could she admit such a thing to Kincade? The hippogryph was depending on her to get them home, and surely the demon would see her ignorance as an exploitable weakness.

"I need to rest for a while. Recover my powers. Let's find something to eat.” she forced herself to sound confident. “Now, we are in a demon dimension, so be wary of everything. The creatures here will all be dangerous and we may not recognise them until it is too late. So remain vigilant.”

Turning to her companions, she felt a rush of shame as she saw the trusting look on kincade's face. There seemed to be no doubt that he thought Melissa was capable of getting them home. Melissa pointed a finger towards Traget, “See if you can find a water source. Maybe some food too, would be good.” Looking around she said, “Kincade and I will stay here and wait.”

Feeling the urge to obey again, Traget clenching her jaw so hard her temples hurt. Rather than argue, she simply spread her wings and leapt straight into the air, jets igniting and propelling her through the tree branches above. The trees surrounding them were quite close together, too close for any normal bird the size of a Valravne to take off. It barely occured to Traget to wonder why Melissa would assume she could get airbourne with so many branches in the way, but most likely Melissa hadn't even consider it to be an issue.

Sailing up out of the trees, Traget arched her wings and circled around, jets thrumming smoothly. Enjoying the freedom of flight, she followed the tree line with her eyes, watching as it gave way after several kilometers, turning into farm land. To her surprise, she saw a small town only a few kilometers further than that.

Smaller homesteads were close to the forests edge, before slowly giving way to bigger, more complex structures, tall and square. Focusing her eyes, she could make out dozens of forms moving around, earthy colours but too far away to make out many details, even with her enhanced avian vision.

After a quick spin around to get her bearings, she dropped back below the canopy, landing next to Kincade. “There's a town a few kilometers from here. Worth a look.”

Kincade perked up, a hopeful look across his face. “Great, where?”

A scowl formed on Melissa's brow. “We are in a demon dimension. Any people living here are not going to be people we want to meet.” Turning to Traget, she said, “What about food? Rivers or caves?”

“Uh, I may have forgotten to check. Hang on.” Cursing her own foolishness, she quickly replaying a video of her suit's recorded footage on her helmet display, Traget replied, “No caves, but there is a river to the east of here. Probably the best bet.”

Melissa hummed to herself as she weighed the options. It was best to avoid any of the local populated areas until she could get a handle on where they were. Their greatest chance at survival was to find a place to hole up, get some provisions and then attempt to scout out the area. She had a large Hippogryph and a bound demon for protection, her magics were slowly recovering and this dimension didn't seem to have any immediate threats. Surely the guard would have reported her missing, so a rescue attempt would be mounted soon, all she had to do was wait for her guild to find her. Clapping her hands together, she said, “Right, take us to this river.”

---

Kincade swore quietly to himself as he stumbled on a tree root. Flexing his foreclaws against the ground to bring some feeling back to them, he gazed longingly up towards the sky, so close yet out of reach. They had discovered an animal trail running through the trees allowing easy passage, but without the necassary space to stretch his wings, he couldn't take off. With his equine hindquarters, many humans thought hippogryphs were well suited to the ground, as they often overlooked his foreclaws. Large, savage talons on the end of long toes that were meant for gripping and tearing were making his progress more difficult than it had to be. Placing each foreclaw carefully, he watched enviously as Traget padded slowly along on her metal paws, while Melissa huffed and wheezed as she struggled over a fallen tree, clearly out of breath. None of the trio were in the necassary shape for an extended hike over such hard terrain, so conversation had been terse.

A bird call rang out, causing Kincade to whip his head around in a panic, looking for danger. He was a fisherman, not an explorer. He loved the ocean with it's clear skies and endless horizons, not this claustrophobia inducing world, it's orange trees and grass caging him in, while it's bizarre looking birds hooted and howled overhead and insects crawled over his body in places he couldn't reach. Even as he thought this, he felt a prickle running just above his left hoof. Glancing back, he saw a bright red insect, easily an inch long, moments before it clamped it's jaws down on his hock. Letting out a hiss of pain, he twisted around and grabbed the insect in his beak. A horrible, bitter taste had him gagging as the bug exploded, leaving him hacking and spitting desperately to try to get the remnants from his tongue.

Flexing his leg before trotting quickly to catch up with the others, he could only roll his eyes as Traget suddenly stopped and dropped to the ground.

“I'm knackered. Let's stop for a while,” she complained.

Glancing behind, Kincade could still see the field of flowers they had landed in when they first got here. “We need to find some water before the sun goes down. And food.”

Nodding her head thoughtfully, Traget reached back and popped open a panel on the leg of her armour. Pulling out a small, bright yellow brick, she flicked a switch on it and dropped it on the ground. "It's an EPIRB, so I can find you again." she said, “I'll be back.”

A strange ripple crossed over the dented exterior of Traget's armour before she became transparent, as though made of glass. Barely a moment later, she vanished. Kincade waved a foreleg through the space she had occupied, before picking up the box and turning it over in his claws. A small, red light blinked mournfully up at him.

Leaning her back against a tree before sliding down to the ground, Melissa sigh softly. Glancing at Kincade she said, “I was hoping it would take longer before she figured out how to abandon us.”

Rummaging through her pockets, she pulled out a bar of chocolate wrapped in a cocoa leaf and, snapping it in half, offered one piece to Kincade. “You can eat chocolate, right? It's not poison to you or something?”

“No, no. Thank you,” He replied, laying down next to her, accepting the proffered treat graciously. “I can eat anything humans can.”

The two sat in silence for a moment, chewing in relative silence. “I'm going to get fired,” Kincade said after a while. Seeing Melissa's confused expression, he continued. “I was supposed to get my work papers from my boss tomorrow, see. I work on a fishing boat and we go out for a month at a time, so they need to know who will be available well in advance. If I don't get my papers on time, they'll just give the job to someone else.”

“Oh, I'm sorry.” Melissa murmured.

“Yeah. Well, I only just got back from our last trip two days ago, and my sister has been staying with me, so she must be worried sick.” He fluttered his wings and shifted uncomfortably. “Damn bugs.”

Melissa watched as he twisted around, beak snapping, trying to rid himself of the intruders. She watched as he spun his head, trying to scratch at his back but lacking the mobility required to reach certain spots. She asked, “Do you need some help?”

A grateful grin on his beak, Kincade said, “Yes, please. It's right between my wings where I can't reach.”

Climbing up, Melissa moved next to Kincade and began running her hands through his large feathers on his back, admiring the feel as they tickled her fingers. Scratching down towards the base of the feathers, she found a large black insect and pulled it free, before flicking it away. She grinned as he made a soft grumbling to himself, eyes half closed while she worked down hi spine.

"This place is kind of nice," he said. "I'd expected lava and fire and stuff."

"It's still a physical realm. It has to obey similar rules as our own." Melissa replied, peering around her as she worked on Kincade's back. "It's the creatures that live here that make it dangerous."

How can I tell him I can't get us home? She wondered, pressing her hands down, massaging the muscles beneath his feathers. Maybe I can soften the blow somehow.

The peaceful look slowly vanished from Kincade's face as he shifted uncomfortably, nares turning red. Melissa paused, asking, “What's wrong? Did I do something?”

“No, I just...Um. This is kind of like being preened. And it's, just, been a while since I've been with someone.” Blushing, Kincade shifted his hindquartes and dropped his wings down to his sides, his tail flicking.

Melissa looked down at him, unsure for a moment, before realization dawned. For hippogryphs, preening each other could be an intimate action between very close friends, but far more often it was an action shared between mates. Her hands running through his feathers was simulating the attentions of a hippogryph hen.

Sliding from Kincade's back, somewhat embarrased herself, she couldn't help steal a glance between his hindlegs. Crouched on the ground as he was, she couldn't get a great view of him, but she did notice a hint of pink flesh pressed between he ground and his stomach.

“It's fine, there's no reason to be embarrased,” Melissa said, “It's a perfectly natural reaction. It's not as if you have concious control over it or anything.”

“Yeah, I know,” Kincade agreed. “I'm not ashamed or anything, it's just a lot of humans get a bit immature about these things. I didn't want to embarrase you.”

“Ha. I'm hardly some naive virgin, who doesn't even know what a penis is.” She grins at him, “Though I doubt any I have encountered would be on quite the same level as what your packing.”

A small smirk climbed the corners of Kincade's beak. “Well, we hippogryphs are proud of our love making skills. I've left more than my fair share of females with sore groins and happy memories."

Melissa returned his grin. "Well, if you're that confident..."

Am I really thinking of asking? she wondered. Given their current predicament, she didn't think their chances of survival were great, though she would never admit that to Kincade. And it had been far too long since her last encounter with the male kind. While Kincade didn't really fit her definition of sexually attractive, she knew of the rumours spread about a hippogryphs sexual prowess. While interspecies relations were technically legal, they were fairly uncommon, most hippogryphs finding humans to be rather unappealing. Being such powerful creatures, they liked to have a partner who could easily take their bedroom antics without injury. Still, she may not survive the coming days, so why not take a chance? If he says no, she was no worse of than before and if he says yes...

Sitting down next to his belly, she looked into his eyes and said, “I fully understand if you say no, but would you be interested in turning this conversation into something a little more physical?”

Kincade thought he might faint from all the blood swarming to his swelling shaft, until it was hard and stiff against his stomach. Rarely had the thought of being with a human crossed his mind. Small, bald creatures with scrunched up faces and no wings or tails had hardly been of interest to him. Now that one had suggested the idea, the thought of feeding her his meat, watching her struggle to contain him, squealing in exstacy beneath his powerful thrusts was all he could think of. The little human couldn't possibly take all of him, but there were other options for the passionate gentleman. A vision of her lying on her back while his tongue worked it's way inside her came to him. What does a human vagina look like? He wondered. Lifting a wing to give her a view of his package, he tried to sound seductive as he said, “I'm open to the suggestion.”

As long as Melissa's arm and just as thick, his member rolled into view. Coloured in various shades of pink that ran from it's base up to it's flared head, his equine heritage shone through. Without hesitation, she reached out and gently wrapped her hand around the flare, delighting in the fact she couldn't close her fingers completely around it. Sliding her other hand down to his body, she ran her fingers around his balls, feeling their warmth. Kincade's body temperature was much higher than a humans, it seemed. A shudder of pleasure ran through his body as she kissed the head of his shaft before sucking it into her mouth. With her lips stretched wide and her jaw aching to squeeze it in, her hands gripped the base of his cock and began the long journey towards the tip. Delighting in the way it pulsed with every beat of his heart, she began sucking enthusiastically.

It had been far too long since Kincade had released himself and having never felt such soft lips wrapped so tightly around his member, the suckling mage exciting him faster than it normally would. Within minutes, he could feel the pressure building in his loins. Before the pleasure could reach its peak, he gently extracted himself from Melissa's mouth to allow himself time to calm down before he came.

He traced a clawed foreleg down her side, toying with her robes as his member pulsed and throbbed in need. “So, are you going to take these clothes off and give me a look at you?”

Releasing his shaft, she pulled back and began unbuttoning her robes, hands trembling with excitement. Sliding them to the ground, she quickly removed her under garments and placed them out of the way. Now standing before Kincade naked, she spread her legs slightly and put her hands on her hips to give him a good look at her form. He felt another surge in his cock as he took her in. Soft pale skin, with large breasts hanging from a stocky frame, while a faint glistening of fluid could be seen on her lower lips. He had no idea if she was attractive by human standards, but to him, she was everything his shaft craved.

“Lie down,“ he said, moving around as she did so. Now laying on her back with her legs spread, Kincade pushed his head in and examined her fun parts, ignoring his aching, swollen cock as it drooled pre, twitching in need between his legs. Her damp, glistening folds quivered beneath his gaze, skin slightly darker than the surrounding area with a fuzzy patch of white pubic hair covering her mound. Delighting in how exotic she was, Kincade slid his tongue across her lips, played past her clit and up to her belly button, before returning to her womanhood.

Melissa was a bit worried seeing that wickedly sharp beak so close to her lower lips, but as his tongue traced her outer edges and began rolling across her most prized possession, she could only lean back and moan, her hands kneading her breasts in pleasure.

Kincade pressed the leading edge of his beak against her clit and rapidly flicked it back and forth as he reached his tongue out and squirmed into her depths, adoring the way her muscles writhed and squeezed. Melissa gasped as she felt the muscular appendage, thicker than a cock and just as long, thrust itself into her. Taking his time, he started slow, twisting and rolling his tongue as he gradually built up speed and depth. A glorious heat came rolling in from her sensitive loins, spreading throughout her body as he massaged her from the inside. The tongue curved up in a way no human could duplicate and began pressing against her G spot. Pressing in deeply, her body filled to perfection, Melissa felt the beginnings of a tremendous orgasm building, so close it began to hurt.

Grinding her clit hard against the beak between her legs, her breathing getting harder and faster as the minutes went by. Juices poured from her body as her nub was rocked and rubbed, the smooth beak pushing back and squashing her engorged clit as she sought out her release.

Melissa pulled her legs up as close to her chest as she could, allowing kincade even more depth as he plunged his tongue into her quivering canal. Her outer lips stretching into an O shape as they were forced to their limits by this most welcome guest. Her entire body shook as Kincade began thrusting his head to get more power behind each stroke.

Squeezing her breasts hard, she arched her hips up as she felt Kincade's talons closing around her legs to stop them from thrashing, coherent thought left her as she screamed out, “Oh, yes! Harder! I'm...I'mm CUM- ”

With a loud thud, a green duffle bag slammed down next to her head. “You're not fucking animals, for fucks sake.” Traget snapped, standing over them. “Show some bloody self restraint.”

Letting out a horrifed howl as her orgasm abandoned her, her body aching with unfullfilled need, Melissa's face burned red as she threw her hands over her chest and crotch in shock. Kincade pulled back sharply. Oh, Divines. He thought, can't anyone catch a break today?

Traget picked up Melissa's robe and threw it at her, before looking at kincade and saying, “Put that thing away. Are you insane? You can't just fuck wherever you want. This is a demon dimension, not a public bathroom. Anyone could have crept up on you! Any thing! You're lucky some elephant sized monster didn't ram you from behind and use you as a condom while he pounds his enourmous wife!”

"What?" Kincade looked around fearfully. "Is that something that happens?"

Melissa had staggered to her feet now, face bright red as she seethed with fury, embarasment and sexual frustration. “You inconsiderate cow! You have no right to barge in here and tell us what to do! Don't you have any common decency? After you ran off and left us as well!”

“What 'in here'?” Traget snarled back, “This is a fucking FOREST! It's not -. It's a -. You were screwing on a nature trail! There's bugs and sand and plants that will get in everything. It can't be hygenic. And you could have been attacked! You don't even know each other.” She pointed to Kincade. “He could be a serial killer. You could be a serial killer, neither of you know. Don't you have any sense of caution? If you were so desperate to rub one out, do it in the shower like any normal person.”

Melissa balled her hands into fists and stood up straight, mustering her dignity despite her sexual fluids dribbling down her inner thigh. “Who we allow to touch our bodies is of no concern to you, you clockwork clad clit blocker! In the future, take your own advice and kindly go rub one out in the shower!”

"He had your genitals in his beak! What sort of brain defect causes you to give someone you don't know that much control over you? All he had to do was bite down and clit blocking would be the least of your worries. Get your head out of your arse before I shove my clockwork fist up there."

"How dare you talk to me that way! I am a member of the Mages guild and the Night Mage for an entire city! That rank deserves respect!"

"Oh, go piss on an electric fence. That badge looks like you made it in year three art class. Get an advanced degree in astrophysics, then I'll be impressed."

Sparks of mage lighting flickered across Melissa's hands as Traget's claws began digging into the dirt. Wary of the growing hostilities, Kincade tried to intervene. “Ladies, please.”

"SHUT UP!" Traget and Melissa yelled at him.

"If you cared about our safety then why abandon us?' Melissa demanded.

“I got food,” Traget snapped, eyes still fixed on Melissa. “And water. And an old tent I had. I was trying to be helpful, you stupid cunt truffle!”

Through gritted teeth, Melissa yelled back, “Well, we greatly appreciate it!”

Melissa turned her back on them as she climbed into her robes, her body still shaking. While she was hardly body shy, she had never been caught in the act before, and being so close to finishing had left her on edge. Kincade seemed far less flustered by being caught, she wondered if that was a side effect of going without clothes, or perhaps he had more experience with being caught in the act. She had to admit the foolishness of having sex in the forest, but so far they had seen nothing to suggest there was any immediate dangers hiding amongst the trees. Still, she had to be the adult here. The voice of reason. Now clothed again and trying to ignore the burning need still emanating from the pit of her stomach, she turned back to Traget.

“Thank you, I do appreciate you doing this. And, maybe it wasn't the best idea to be having sex right here and now.”

Mollified somewhat, Traget nodded. “We should go on now. Find a clearing before dark to set up the tent.”

She turned and walked on, leaving the duffle bag for one of the others to carry. Melissa tried lifting it, before dropping it back on the ground. “Damn, that's heavy. Can you bring it, Cade?”

Kincade watched as she stumbled off after Traget. His balls aching, member still twitching desperately for attention as precum pooled by his hooves. It had been more than a month since he had recieved any release, a boat full of fishermen hardly being the place for self service and he hadn't been back home long enough to invite any hens over to help empty his burden. He had no desire to wait any longer.

“I'll follow in a minute. I just...need a minute.”

Taking a deep breath to settle his nerves, he sat down on the ground and reached between his hindlegs. Not as flexible as a human, he did his best to awkwardly grasp his member in his foreclaws. Careful not to scratch himself, he gripped the base tightly before dragging quickly up to the tip. Normally one who was proud of his stamina in the bedroom, now he wasted no time as he lowered his head and wrapped his toungue around the tip, massaging and squeezing. Still hard from earlier and the memory of Melissa wrapped tightly around his tongue fresh in his mind, it took less than a minute for his orgasm to build. Quickly pulling his head away and pointing his flaring cock towards a tree, he groaned in relief as he fired his load, a strong stream of fluid splattering against the tree trunk before dripping down to the ground.

After a few quick strokes to ensure he had emptied fully, he leapt to his feet and grabbed the duffle bag. Immensely satisfied, he trotted after the others.

---

The suns were setting, stealing the light away from the small clearing the trio were in as Melissa struggled with the tent. There were no instructions, nor did there seem to be any trigger to set off the magic that would set it up automatically. She was beginning to think this may be some sort of trick. Staring down at the crumpled heap of tarpoline and sticks, she reached out once more with her magic, trying to find the trigger mechanism. Normally, she would expect a tent to have a set of ropes that, when activated, would straighten out and harden to form the frame, while the outer covering would unfold and wrap itself around the ropes to protect from the weather.

This tent seemed to have no magic that she could find, nor did it have the expected ropes. Instead, it had several hollow black shafts held together by some sort of incredible stretching rope. Picking one up, she noticed that the ends of the shafts could fit together, forming one long flexible stick. A disbelieving look crossed her face. Surely this tent wasn't meant to be put together by hand, like some sort of peasant construct? Why would a demon have such a primitive form of outdoor shelter?

Some distance away, Traget dropped some more fire wood next to the small pit Kincade had dug. Ignoring the swearing coming from Melissa, she watched with interest as Kincade carefully made a pyramid of sticks in the pit, before he backed away and just stood there, staring intently at the wood.

"What are you doing?" she asked, after a moment of inactivity.

"What do you mean? I'm starting the fire," he replied, a bit confused.

Looking back and forth between the wood and Kincade, Traget was a little uncertain herself. Suddenly, smoke began to pour from the kindling, before it burst into flames. With a triumphant cry, Kincade grabbed some bigger logs and dropped them down onto the fire, before trotting over to the duffel bag and pulling out some dried meat.

"Do you want some?" he asked, holding up the bag.

Traget shook her head as he came back and sat down next to her.

"I thought you said before that you ran out of water?" he asked, opening a bottle and taking a swig.

"Not exactly what I said," she replied. "How did you start that fire?"

"I just did. What do you mean?"

"Well, how? You just stared at it and it burst into flames. How did you do that?"

Kincade chewed thoughtfully, trying to understand what she was asking. "I reached out with my magic, and increased the heat until it caught fire. I really don't get what you're asking me."

"How did you reach out? How did you increase the heat? Obviously it was magic, but how did you do it? Do you have laser eyes or what?" Traget picked up a twig. "Here, do it again."

Smiling uncertainly, Kincade concentrated on the stick she was holding, focusing his energies until it began smouldering. Traget's scanners were running constantly, recording everything. She said, "Right. So I can detect a particle connection between you and the stick. It's almost like quantum entanglement, only ... not. So what is it? How do you do it?"

"I just do. It's magic, it just happens."

"Don't say that!" Traget said sharply. "You can't just say 'it's magic' and expect that to be an acceptable answer. 'It's magic' is not an answer. How can you think something, and the universe just makes it happen? There has to be a reason."

Kincade looked over at Melissa for help, but she was still working on the tent. "I don't know. How does anyone's magic work? How does your magic work?"

"I don't have magic."

Laughing at that, he said, "Of course you do. Everything does. It's a part of your soul."

"I don't have magic." Traget repeated. "No valravyne does."

Kincade watched her, trying to decide if this was a joke. He could see nothing of the creature inside the armour, no emotion beyond her voice, no subtle body language or clues as to her thoughts. Just cold, empty eyes and a metal body. Clearing his throat, he said, "If you have a soul, you have magic. The two are mutally inclusive."

Traget watched the burning twig for a moment, before tossing it into the fire. "Soul is just another word for conciousness or the thought processes of the mind. Of course I have a mind. Your magic is detectable by my systems, it has some measurable properties. I want to know how it works."

"A soul is far more than that." Kincade protested. "It is the part of you that connects to all other living beings. The part that contains your true essence, that existed before you were born and continues when you die. A part of you, but existing outside you body."

Traget snorted. "It's religous bullshit. There is no such thing as a soul. It's been proven."

"Melissa claims the same thing about realities."

"Erhm. Okay, fair point." Traget grudgingly conceded. "I can admit I don't know everything. So if it's just something I can't detect, then how can you? I have a mind, so what's the difference?"

"I have no idea. If it is possible for you to not have any magic, none whatsoever, then you're not...real. You have no connection to the life force of the universe. Everything that you are or can ever be is contained in the physical matter inside your head. When you die, you just die. No afterlife, no ghosts or reincarnation. You just vanish forever. Even demons have a basic form of souls. This is like," he paused to think of an example. "It's like trying to explain the colour blue to someone born blind. Or music to someone born deaf. There is no point of reference that they could understand. If you really have no magic, then you can't understand it."

"Try to explain it." Traget asked. "I'll decide if I can understand it."

Kincade ruffled his feathers against the wind blowing in. "Magic exists inside everything. There are connections that I use to interact with what I want. I don't think about how I use my magic anymore than I think about how to walk. I just do it. One leg in front of the other until I get somewhere. Same as magic. I don't think about how to light the stick on fire, I just move my magic to it and the wood heats up. Get it?"

"Then why are mages special if it's not a skill?"

"Well, anyone can walk. But a trained fighter or acrobat can turn it into an art form."

Traget turned and watched Melissa kicking the tent savagely. Smiling at the display, Traget considered Kincade's words. So magic is the internet and a soul is the modem, and I don't have WI-FI, she thought. But then he doesn't know how his modem works, just that it does.

"Are you sure you don't want any of this meat?" Kincade asked.

"No, thanks. I had some when I went to get that for you."

Kincade grabbed a stack of jerky sticks and stuffed them in his beak. "You can leave whenever you want, huh? Why did you come back?"

"Because I'm not an arsehole. You're stuck here and it may, I'm not admiting any fault, but it may have been slightly my fault." Traget peered into the dark forrest around them. "Maybe if I hadn't taken a swing at that guard, you wouldn't be here. So I'll help a bit if I can."

"I'm sorry I accused you of being a demon." Kincade said, fluffing out his feathers and moving closer to the fire as a cold wind blew in. "You just really freaked me out when we met. You have to admit, that armour is a bit intimidating."

"I suppose."

"It must be uncomfortable. Why don't you take it off?"

"No."

Melissa stomped over and sat on the ground next to Kincade. "I give up. That tent is defective."

Accepting a bottle of water from Kincade, she shuffled over and leaned against him, enjoying the warmth of his feathers. Her mages robe was made of thin fabric enchanted to keep her at a comfortable temperature, but it did little to block the biting wind. A large feathered wing wrapped around her as she snuggled into him. "Thanks. That wind came out of nowhere. If I had known this was where I would be spending the night, I would have worn a coat."

Kincade smiled down at her, his shaft stiring as he remembered the earlier fun they had tried to have together. "After working on a fishing boat for as long as I have, I barely even feel it anymore."

"Right, right. You work on a boat. No need to keep harping on about it." Melissa said as she closed her eyes. After today's excitment, she was exhausted. She could hear Kincade's steady heartbeat as she lay her head against his side, slowly slipping into a sleep like state.

"You worked on a boat?" Traget asked, interested. "Got any good stories?"

"Oh a few, I guess." Kincade said, scratching at his chin. "We had to sail through a few storms a few times. I was on a boat once that got wrecked once off the coast of Jiagand. I had to fly three hundred miles back home after that." He felt Melissa reach down and stroke his sheath, extracting his shaft from it. Looking back, he saw her cuddled up against his belly, back facing him as she began squeezing and stroking. "Um. I fucked a cow once."

"Not really related to working on a fishing boat." Traget said.

"Well, the guys told me I fucked a cow, I don't actually remember doing it." He thrust ever so slightly into Melissa's hand as his swollen member began leaking pre. "We were at a tribal wedding on an island in, uh. Erhmm." Both hands had gripped him now, working gently as the massaged his entire length. "Yeah, we were at this wedding and some of the guys were passing around a smoking pipe. I'd had a few beers by then and when the pipe came to me, well, it's impolite to refuse a local custom." Yeah, don't forget the balls, good girl, he thought happily, feeling the grip tighten around his sack. "I don't really remember what happened after that. I just woke up in a field wi-iiith. Ha, um. With this herd of cows and." Oh yeah, work the shaft. "and they didn't invite me back again. So why don't you tell me about yourself?"

Traget watched as Kincade grunted softly to himself, hips rocking and eyes closed. She found it fascinating how these two could so readily allow a complete stranger to touch their body. How could they trust so easily? "I don't really have much to say."

Kincade waved a claw vaguely, not really paying attention. "Well, what do you do for a living?"

She was stighly offended that he seemed to think she couldn't tell what was happening. "I don't do anything. I don't have... I grew up on a dead world, there weren't a lot of job opportunities. I was just taught a bit of everything because it would help me survive longer."

"Uh huh," Kincade moaned. His flare was enveloped in a hot wet hole, slurping and sucking as it pulled him deeper. "Yeah, keep going."

"When my family died, I just went off on my own. I drifted for a while, trying to find other survivors. Just to find something to do."

"Oh yeah," Nearly half of his shaft was being milked now, muscles writhing around it as he edged closer to his peak. One hand was rapidly sliding up and down his cock, spreading his fluids over it as another was working his balls, squeezing the base and pulling down, massaging his plums in a way he had never experienced before. Another hand ran up under his tail and began circling his hole, spreading lubricant before it plunged a finger in. "A little more!"

"When I found the reality drive, it gave me a reason to get up in the morning."

"That's great! Just gre-eat!" The fingers around his anus were working in, stretching him further as they tried to push in completely. Kincade relaxed his muscles and the hand was quickly engulfed inside him. Twisting around, the fingers began earnestly rubbing at his prostate. With one hand in his rump, another cradling his balls and another working his member, he was surprised at how quickly he felt his orgasm approach. Every muscle tensed as he let out a caw of joy while he emptied his load into the waiting maw. Flapping his wings and breathing heavily, he noticed Melissa shaking her head and looking around confused, as though just woken up.

"What's going on?" She asked, looking up at him.

The sucking on his meat hadn't stopped, nor had the hand caresses. Three hands. With a horrifed shriek, Kincade leapt to his feet and scrambled backwards. Below him, a head was poking out of the sand. It looked almost human, but was far too big. With a triangular shaped face and curving horns jutting from the temples, the red skinned creature rose from the ground, passing through the sand as though it wasn't even there. Lifting one of it's four arms up, a foot long tongue snaked out of it's mouth before wrapping around it's fingers and sucked them clean. "Delicious, I will definatley be wanting seconds."

Standing at nearly eight feet tall, a massive set of breasts swinging from her chest, this was a true demon. Red skin covered her naked form, with pure black hair running down her back stopping just above her long, sinuous tail. Standing atop black cloven hooves, she stood with her legs spread and hands on hips, giving all before her a look at her moist treasure.

Melissa had jumped to her feet and raced to Traget's side. "Cade! Here, now! That's a succubus!"

A strong protective urge took over Traget as she glanced at Melissa, causing her to want to move closer to the mage. With a start, she realised the binding spell she had been hit with earlier still had some hold over her, despite her suits attempt to purge the effect. Oh, we are going to have words about that later, She thought angrily, swinging her head back to the succubus.

Offensive magics had never been one of Melissa's strong abilities, nor did she have much mana left to deploy any of the few she knew. She glanced at Kincade. The hippogryph was naturally powerful, but he did not hold himself with any of the confidence a fighter would have. She suspected he would be of little use in a fight. Traget, however, would be a safer bet. Though not as tall or as heavily built as Kincade, Melissa had seen her withstand an assault by a mages guild guard, as well as fire some form of magical energy weapon capable of destroying a pair of very strong doors. Clearly the armour Traget wore was magically enhanced in some way and with the binding spell there to ensure she would be on Melissa's side, she made sure to stand next to the metal clad creature.

Traget noticed the mage standing closer to her, a moment before Kincade squeezed in as well, giving her a sheepish grin. Cycling through various visual filters, Traget's suit was unable to determine the nature of the enemy before her. Based on bone structure and muscle mass, she did not appear to be an dangerous foe, however based on the fearful behaviours of her companions, Traget prepared herself for an attack.

"Don't be like that," the succubus mocked. "You were enjoying my attentions a minute ago."

Kincade gagged in horror as he stared at this creature, ashamed that he hadn't noticed that it wasn't Melissa, his flacid member still hanging between his legs. The mage herself stood tall, maintaining eye contact with the creature before her. "Be calm, we mean no harm. We are only here by mistake."

The succubus gave a gentle, tittering laugh. "Oh, I disagree. Your being here is a wonderful surpise. One I will take full advantage of."

Melissa held her hands up in a defensive stance. "We are quite capable of defending ourselves, if you insist-" She swooned, almost falling to the ground before she caught herself. Clutching her hands to her head, she felt the succubus attempting a mental attack, rifling through her memories and thoughts. Throwing up mental shields, Melissa fought back, repeling the assault.

"STOP!" she cried out. "I am a member of the Port Hudley Mages Guild! We have a truce with your kind!"

The red demoness' tail swished back and forth with her hips as she strutted over to Melissa. Taking the mages face in one set of hands, she leaned in close and whispered. "My beautiful little toy, that treaty only exists to protect you when we enter your realm, not when you intrude upon ours."

Melissa grabbed at the hands scrunching up her face, trying to pry them loose. She may as well have been trying to bend steel bars for all the effect she had. "You're risking a war with humans if you don't let us go."

The succubus pressed her face to Melissa's and slid her pronged tongue into the mages mouth, swishing about in a forceful kiss before withdrawing. "Your little guild wouldn't dare attack my world. Not just for you. I claim you as mine, now and forev-"

A large metal wing smashed into the succubus's head, sending her flying across the clearing. Melissa was thrown to the ground by the force of the demonesses hands being pulled from her face. Clutching her burning cheeks, she let out a startled cry as Kincade grabbed her arm in his beak and pulled her to her feet. "Run?" he suggested.

The two turned and ran for the cover of the forest. Behind them, the succubus had rolled to her feet. Traget was advancing on her, but paused when a red hand held up a finger to wait. "One moment, please." Turning, she called over her shoulder. "Roe! Capture them, if you would."

The ground in front of the fleeing pair bubbled and warped as more than a dozen figures exploded free. Four feet tall, covered in fur that ranged from black to white and various shade of brown, these new creatures scrambled over each other, chasing the duo back to the fire. Melissa gathered her energy and threw a protective bubble around herself and Kincade. One of the new creatures strode into the light of the fire. Light brown fur covered his tall and lanky frame, while a long hairless tail trailing behind him. Large, round ears swiveled around as he twitched his nose towards his captives.

"Good evening," the rat man said cheerfully. "I am Roe. Please lower your shield, this will go far better for everyone if you do." He ran long, slim fingers across his whiskers. "By everyone, I'm afraid that doesn't include you."

"Stay behind me, Melissa," Kincade said, putting on his brave face as the rats circled the protective bubble and began scratching at it, trying to find a way in.

The succubus nodded to herself before turning her attention back to Traget. Rubbing her face where she had been hit, she smiled widely, showing off her large, pointed teeth. "Well, you're new here little demon, so I will let that punch slide, but don't do it again."

"I am not a fucking demon, you splooge sock. Now let them go and leave, or the next time I hit you I won't hold back." Traget replied. "I don't take kindly to kidnappers. Or rapists."

The succubus tilted her head slightly as she stared directly at Traget, a disturbingly intense look on her face. A new warning came up on Traget's HUD. Another medical scan once again showing unusual brain activity. Letting out a snarl and charging her weapons, she took a step forward. "Right, you were warned."

"Oh come now, Traget. Why would a valravne concern herself with the fate of a human or a hippogryph?" The succubus knelt down to bring herself to eye level as she slid a finger between her legs and slowly began rubbing her folds. Her voice took on a nearly sing song rythm as she spoke. "Wouldn't you like to watch what I do to them? Don't lie, I know you would. As I fill the female to near bursting, until she cannot stretch another inch, but still begs for more, every hole filled yet forever left unsated. As I drain the male again and again, until he can't give anymore, until his legs give out, but still he cannot quench that desperate need to continue thrusting."

The cross hairs of Traget's lasers were pointed right between the succubus's eyes. She watched as a red finger pulled itself free from engorged folds, lifted to her full lips and suckled greedily. A strange rolling, queasy warmth began in Traget's stomach as she watched the tongue swirl around the digit, "Are you actually trying to seduce me?"

"Give in to that perverted side. Let your lusts take over." The succubus ran her tongue around her lips provocatively. "Let out that sadistic joy that comes from agonising ecstacy. I know you waited until the human was on the edge of release before you stepped in and stopped it."

"Traget! Help us!" Kincade called out, Melissa's strength failing as the shield began to crack under the relentless clawing of the rats. He looked over desperately at Traget, seeing the succubus leaning in closer. No magic! he realised. She has no protection from telepathy. He screamed over, "She's using telepathy on you! Snap out of it! She's controlling you!"

"You can visit them in my garden," the succubus said, one arm sliding between her thighs and working her fingers inside her bright red lips. "Just tell me." The entire fist had wormed inside now. "How can I cross realities?"

Traget felt so calm, so relaxed as she watched the succubus play with her breasts, circling her fingers around the nipples as a second hand began the journey down to her crotch to tease at her sex. Controlling you. The long thin tail twisted around between the succubus's legs and up to her mouth. Opening her jaw wide, she sucked in the tail tip, slathering saliva over it telepathy before pulling it out slowly and letting it make its way towards her crotch. Fucking magic. Twin laser beams slammed into the succubus's eyes as she screamed in pain, falling onto her back and her hands clutching at her face.

Several things happened at once. Melissa's shield collapsed and she fell to the ground, exhausted. Kincade leapt forward and slashed his talons through the crowd of rats, ripping several open as they scattered. The succubus pulled her legs back before slamming them into Traget's chest with enough force to lift her off the ground and spin onto her back, screaming in pain.

Kincade spun desperatly, snapping his beak at the rats that were tearing at his wings and legs. He pulled back and stood over Melissa, trying to protect her from the oncoming surge of teeth and claws. A dark grey rat leapt onto his back and started slamming its fists against his head, only to let out a terrified squeak of pain as Kincade slammed both wings together above his back and squashed the rodent.

Roe, having stood clear when the shield crumbled, pulled an unmarked bottle from a pounch on his waist and poured a generous serve onto a rag. Waiting for the moment to strike, he held the opposite ends of the rag in his hands. Sensing his chance while kincade was stomping on a fallen rat, he raced forwards and shoved the rag into Kincade's beak like a gag. Pushing forwards as Kincade tried to rear back, desperatly avoiding the claws slashing around him, he jumped up and wrapped his legs around Kincade's throat. The powerful drug was already taking effect as Kincade breathed in the fumes, causing him to stumble and fall to his knees. Breathing heavily as he tried to fight the numbness flowing through his body, he collapsed onto his side, defeated.

Agony filled Traget as she struggled to roll to her feet, her own wings getting in the way. Her ribs were broken, the succubus's hooves had passed through the armour as though she hadn't been wearing any, slamming with full force into her chest. Wheezing and coughing, struggling to breathe, she cried out in pain as the succubus straddled her stomach. Her body once again passed through the metal as Traget could feel the sopping wet lips grinding against her skin. Reaching up and slashing her claws against the red chest, she was horrified to see them simply slide over the breasts without leaving a mark.

She pulled her fists back and punched as hard as she could, only to have her wrists caught by the succubus and pinned back to her sides, actuators in her armour squealing in protest at this treatment.

The succubus leaned over and smiled, her eyes seemingly undamaged, before pulling a spare arm up and slapping Traget in the face, knocking her head to one side. Stunned by the blow, ears ringing and eye swelling into a bruise, she lay there as she focused all of her attention just forcing each breathe in and out.

"I tried to be nice," the succubus said, smacking Traget's head back the other way. "I was going to let you go. A souless little freak like you is hardly worth my time." Another smack. "No life energy, not even worth a quick fuck." Another blow. "Maybe we could have had some fun though, you could have left happy." She pulled back and slammed her fists onto Traget's chest, jostling her broken ribs, causing Traget to cough blood as she tried to scream. "Now, I can live without your technology and I still get the other two, but you," she put her hand on traget's chest, her fingers phasing through skin, muscle, bone. "You don't get a happy ending." Finding traget's heart, she wrapped her hand around it and squeezed.

Traget convulsed in agony, pain tearing through her nerves as her heart was constricted. She couldn't breath, couldn't scream, as the fingers closed tighter. Terror filled her mind as her vision grew dark. Was this it? All her hopes and dreams and memories, fading into nothingness. She had just started, her story couldn't be over yet.

With her brain starving for oxygen, her head dropped to the ground. As tears of rage filled her eyes, Traget died.

The succubus climbed to her feet as she felt the thoughts in Traget's mind fade to nothing. Without a backwards glance, she strode over to Roe and his captives. Melissa was bound and gagged, struggling to stay awake from magical exhaustion. Kincade still lay where he had dropped, although a rather upset looking white rat was savagly kicking his testicles.

"You know the punishment if you damage my new toys," the succubus said menacingly.

The white rat looked up fearfully, before backing down. Roe stepped up. "My apologies, Mistress Jozlene. The hippogryph killed several of our pack mates, one of them was her partner."

Jozlene waved a hand dismissively. "Come, we shall leave immediatley. I am quite anxious to be home. This has proven to be quite productive outing."

Roe bowed deeply. "Yes, Mistress. If we could just have a moment to check the injured ratkin before we leave."

"We leave now," Jozlene said sharply, placing her four hands together in a circle. After a brief moment to collect her enegies, she threw her power forwards, opening a portal that floated a few inches from the ground. Large enough she could walk through without having to duck, it opened out onto a garden. A cobblestone pathway led from the otherside of the portal past various statues in peverted poses, before disappearing past some bushes. "If they cannot walk on their own, they get left behind."

Knowing better than to argue, Roe held a stoic expression as he silently waved to his comrades to collect Melissa and Kincade. It was several miles to the nearest town and he knew no injured ratkin would make it that far. Crouching down next to the only one still concious, a light grey female bleeding heavily from a gut wound, he gently placed a hand on his fallen friend's shoulder. "Goodbye, Ammon. I am sorry."

The grey female looked up at him and smiled softly. She knew Roe's life would not be worth living if he disobeyed the Mistress Jozlene. Roe silently took a pill from his pouch and placed it in Ammon's hand.

Standing upright he took one last look around, before following his Mistress through the portal. With a flicker of light and a sound like an intake of air, the portal collapsed on itself and vanished.

---

Ammon stared up at the night sky as she slowly turned the poison infused capsule over in her claws. As she got older, she realised she never just looked up at the stars anymore. Now, this would be the final time. The pain from her abdomen was getting worse. If blood loss didn't kill her, an infection would soon set in. She shuddered. That was not a way she wished to go, bleeding, infected and eventually eaten alive by the local wildlife.

She bit back tears as she glanced at the fallen bodies of her friends. Three other ratkin lay motionless in the dirt around her, blood seeping into the soil. Clenching a hand to her chest, she made a silent prayer for them, before raising the pill to her lips.

A high pitched whine caught her attention, followed by a clatter of metal on rock. She turned her head and saw Traget jerk suddenly, before laying still. Another jolt ran through the valravne's body. Then another. With a horrible twisting motion, she jerked up and let out a gargled scream, before sagging down and coughing violently.

The armour continued pumping medications into Traget's body as it checked her restarted heart. A large red warning message flashed up on screen, demanding that she visit a cardiologist for immediate medical attention. Ignoring this, she slowly looked around the clearing, noticing a distinct lack of hippogryph or human.

Spotting Ammon watching her, she crawled over and lay next to the ratkin. "Hi, I'm Traget."

Giggling stupidly, woozy from blood loss, Ammon said. "I'm Ammon. Nice to meet you."

Watching one another for a moment, Traget said, "Well. Now what?"