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The pink haired gnome straightened the glasses on her nose. Wisteria lay on the ground of the lab pouring over the tome that she had gotten from the library. This one seemed a little more complex than normal. She gathered the ingredients needed to enchant the chalk.
She then began to mix them and cast the enchantment. The desk began to shake as the magic coalesced around the mixing bowl. She stood back and extended her hand, casting the final spell. A bolt of magic shot forth from her hand and hit the bowl. The resulting explosion sent her flying backwards. With a loud crunch her head hit the wall and she fell unconscious.
Some time later, Wisteria awoke. She stood up and dusted off her singed outfit. Then she walked over to the table and looked in the bowl. She grabbed the thick piece of chalk that now lay in the bowl and jumped up and down with glee, clutching it to her chest. She was about to go back to the ritual but then she looked at her outfit properly.
“I better go get changed.” she said to no one. She was always used to talking to herself. Wisteria was used to people not paying attention to her, not only because of her short gnomish height, but also the fact that at this wizarding academy she was always just scraping by. She had tried her hand at all the different schools of magic. This time it was the turn of summoning..
Wisteria gathered the materials she had used, the tome and any evidence that she had been working in this lab and then hid them in the spot under her desk, where no one would find it. Then she headed back to her room. No one that she met commented on her smouldering clothes, they were probably used to it.
She put her large pointed, wide brimmed hat on the bed and dusted off some ash from it. She fixed the light blue ribbon that wrapped around the dark blue body. She quickly pulled off her outer garments and stood there in a white lace bra and matching panties. Then she opened her drawers and looked at the piles of clothes. She pulled out the matching garter belt and thigh high white stockings and put them on. She was naive to the fact that her mother had bought them to encourage her to find a man. Well a partner, her mother just wanted her out of the house.
Wisteria replaced her white blouse and knee length light blue skirt. She pulled on her dark blue lucky waistcoat, that she never wore buttoned up. Straightened her long pink hair as much as she could with a brush and then she put her hat back on. She decided it would be better to go back to her summoning after dinner.
Once she had eaten, and she was sure that no one was watching her, Wisteria headed back to the lab. She locked the door with an arcane lock and pulled out her materials. She opened the tome and checked where she was, she looked at the circle it called to be drawn and started sketching it out as she said the incantation.
It took her a good twenty minutes to finish drawing the ten foot diameter summoning circle and, as she finished drawing it she finished the last words of the incantation.
“Make sure you are on the outside of the summoning circle when you finish it.” she read out loud. As she looked around at the now glowing chalk marks she said, “Oh dear. This might be a problem.”
She tried to walk out of the circle and banged into an invisible barrier. She shook her head at the sudden dizziness. As the light grew, she tried to find an opening. So she did not notice the tentacle reaching out of the ground till it wrapped around her leg and pulled her down. She screamed as she was drawn into the darkness below.
Wisteria felt the air rushing past her as she fell. She could feel the tentacle on her leg and then another one wrapped around her other leg. She shouted at them to stop and then cried out even louder when she felt a third slide under her skirt and rub against her panty covered pussy. Wisteria tensed as she felt the thick tentacle caress her through her panties. She then felt it reach in one of the leg openings and out the other. The tentacle pulled at her panties from the bottom and they slid down to her knees. The tentacles wrapped around her legs stopped her resisting.
Wisteria started to move her body into a curled up position but she was stopped by another tentacle wrapping around each arm, preventing her from doing so. She then felt the thick tentacle press against her pussy. She cried out as it pushed into her pussy. It began to thrust in and out of her. She arched her back as the tentacle fucked her and then another slid into her mouth. She was being spit roasted by the tentacles. Her eyes began to water as the thickness of the tentacle began to stretch her pussy. Then her lungs began to burn from lack of oxygen. Just as she was about to pass out, her ass hit the soft ground and the tentacles began to withdraw from her.
As the tentacle pulled out of her mouth, she inhaled sharply. She whined as her pussy contracted as the thickness of the tentacle coming out of it began to thin. When she relaxed on the soft ground and the final tentacle retracted from her arms and legs, the light rose and she saw the clearing that she was in.
The clearing was surrounded by a thick collection of trees that moved with a wind that should be blowing but Wisteria could not feel it. She stood up and winced at the pain. She pulled up her panties and quickly ran to the side of the clearing. Totally unable to see where the tentacles went, she hunkered down and tried to make herself as small as possible. Closing her eyes she thought about what had happened and, what she felt, should be a violation. She thought about the tentacle spreading her pussy and she moaned to herself. The tingling in her pussy made her feel very aroused.
“No. It used me. I should not enjoy it.” She said out loud but not to anyone.
However a voice came back and told her, “Keep telling yourself that, my dear.”
The voice sounded familiar and Wisteria opened her eyes and looked around. She saw an orange cat slinking out from behind a tree. She stood up and kept an eye on it and looked for the source of the voice, but it did not speak again. The cat stopped, sat on its hind legs and started to clean itself.
“Who is there?” Wisteria asked the air.
There was a long pause before the cat stopped licking its fur, looked at her and said, “We are the only ones here. For the moment.”
Wisteria stumbled backwards and fell on her ass. Her skirt slid up and exposed the lace tops of her stockings. “Who are you? Who is we?”
The cat stood up and slowly started to walk towards Wisteria, “I am just a cat. Your cat to be exact. And we is you and me.”
Wisteria shook her head. “You can’t be my cat. My cat passed away 2 years ago.”
The cat stopped approaching her and tilted its head to the side. “Would you prefer me to be deceased, rather than being your guide through this place?”
Wisteria looked down at the ground and shook her head. “No. It’s just” she paused. “Thank you for your help, Chaucer.”
The cat smiled and resumed walking towards Wisteria. It then rubbed its head and then body against her leg. The dirt and slight rips, that Wisteria had not even noticed, disappeared. “There you go. Nice and presentable to meet the folks around here.” Said the cat as it moved ahead of her and started moving into the forest. “Come. Follow me, Wisteria. We do not have far to go and plenty of time to do it in.”
Wisteria began to follow the cat. “Her cat.” she corrected herself, though she managed to keep this one in her head.
The two walked for about five minutes when they came to another clearing. It looked exactly the same as the last one. Chaucer stopped in the middle and said, “There. That is much better, I prefer to have nice open air for a good chat.”
Wisteria looked at the cat quizzically. “This is a clearing, the exact same as the one we left. We could have saved ourselves the last few minutes by just turning around.”
“There have to be trees for it to be a clearing.” said Chaucer. “Where are the trees?”
“Right…” Wisteria gentured around her but where she looked the trees were gone. She spun around and saw nothing for miles around her. “But we were just in the middle of the forest. Where did it go?”
Chaucer sat on the ground and looked up at her, “I no longer wanted to be in there. So we were not.” The tone in its voice made it sound like it was stating something as obvious as “I go out of my front door and I am outside.” Then it continued, “You must be hungry. All that magic you were doing would have used up a lot of your energy.”
It was then that Wisteria’s stomach rumbled. “Why yes I am.”
“Then take the blanket and lay it out. Then we can have some food.” Chaucer rested his paw on the picnic basket beside him. It had always been there, but hadn’t. Not till he wanted it to be.
Wisteria shook her head and then obeyed. She fluttered the blanket and laid it out on the ground. She looked around and then maneuvered it under the shade of the large tree. She then sat down and opened the basket. She looked into the bottomless void that was within. She was used to magic but this seemed weird. “Would you like some tuna?” She asked her cat.
Chaucer made a face of disgust. “Certainly not. I will have a tuna fish and cucumber sandwich.”
Wisteria shrugged and reached into the basket. She pulled out a plate of sandwiches. Four quarters of sandwiches to be exact. Lined up in perfect triangles. She placed it before Chaucer. She then reached in and brought out a plate of chicken and sweetcorn sandwiches with the crusts cut off, resting them on her knees.
As Wisteria slowly ate her sandwich, she watched her cat drag a triangle of its sandwich off the plate and then start eating it. Somehow its jaw could move in such a way as to take a bite but look perfectly normal. She smiled to herself, or so she thought.
“I do love a good tuna fish and cucumber sandwich.” it said, having swallowed a rather large bite.
“I did not know that when you were…”
“...alive? You can say it. I have had two years to get used to the fact.”
Wisteria nodded and then asked the question she had been thinking about since she could open her eyes here, “What is this place?”
Chaucer looked around the field, “A field under an apple tart tree.”
Wisteria felt frustrated and said, “You know that is not what I…Wait a what tree?”
“An apple tart tree. You should try them. They are lovely.”
Wisteria stood and went to climb the tree and, as she wrapped her arms around it, she heard a laugh. Wisteria Turned around and looked at Chaucer. “Why are you laughing at me?”
“I am not.” said the cat.
A deep rumbly voice came from the tree. “That was me. I am kind of ticklish and your little fingers made me laugh.”
“Oh. I am sorry. I did not mean to.” said Wisteria sheepishly.
“It is quite alright. I have not had someone hug me in ages.” A face formed in the tree and it looked at Wisteria. “I am Farra.”
“Wisteria. It is a pleasure to meet you.”
The tree lowered a branch to offer an apple to Wisteria. She pulled one off the branch and then the tree said, “You better take two. Chaucer really likes them.”
Wisteria took a second one and then put it in front of Chaucer. He instantly started to bite into it, making a happy purring noise. Then Wisteria took a bite and her eyes lit up. “I can taste the buttery rich pastry and the creamy apples. Perfectly sweet. Just like mama used to make.”
Through an overly full mouth, Chaucer said, “I know. Used to love when you fed me the crusts.”
Wisteria leaned against the tree, forgetting it was awakened, and moaned happily. It was only when she felt a branch press against her that Wisteria stood up.
The tree looked embarrassed as its apples turned a deeper shade of red. Wisteria looked at the knot of wood that was now protruding from the lower part of the trunk.
“I am sorry. I tried not to grow wood but having someone this close to me has not happened in many years.” The tree said in its low voice.
“It is quite alright.” said Wisteria, now quite fascinated that a tree could grow an erection. She thought about it for a bit. They do have to reproduce, so she was sure it made sense.
The tree sighed heavily.
Wisteria looked at the tree and asked, “What is wrong?”
“The last time I had this happen I had my erection for nearly a decade before someone came along to help me with it.” Then he added wistfully, “She was such a nice nymph.”
Wisteria looked at the thick wooden cock and felt responsible for it. She swallowed hard, getting the courage up to say, “Do you want me to help you? I could rub it for you.”
The tree looked at her and then shook its branches slowly. “I can not ask you to do that, miss. I will be fine waiting.”
Wisteria moved close to the tree and pressed herself against it. She felt the wooden cock grow harder and thicker. “Please let me make you feel good, Farra.” With the differences in sizes, a small gnome compared to a large tree, the cock pressed against the soft blouse she was wearing. Even though she had small breasts, she squeezed them together to press against the growing cock shaped branch.
Farra made a sound like creaking wood and then whispered, “Yes.”
Wisteria moved her hand to the tree’s cock and wrapped her fingers as far around as she could. She felt how rough it was, though it was soft like a branch that had its bark peeled back, it was still not as inviting as a flesh cock. Wisteria smiled up at him as she stood back. She was thinking of what to do but she was unsure what a tree would like. She opened her blouse and exposed the white lace bra underneath. The tree’s cock felt rough against her skin and a little uncomfortable. Then she had an idea.
Wisteria started to cast a spell. Once she had finished casting it, The tree’s cock and her hands were covered in grease. Wisteria wrapped her hands around the cock again and, with the grease, it slid over Farra’s wood easily.
The creaking of the tree increased and Wisteria knew this was a pleasurable groan. She bent down slightly and kissed the top of the cock. Without warning the tree creaked loudly and a sticky fluid shot from his cock, splattering Wisteria’s face and chest. Some was on her lips so she licked it off. “Mmmm. It tastes like applesauce.” she said.
Chaucer, who was curled up on the picnic blanket, simply said, “What did you expect? Peach sauce perhaps?”
Wisteria watched the cock shrink back into the tree and shrugged. “I guess it makes sense.”
The tree creaked and yawned. “I think I will take a rest. Thank you, miss. I have not had so much fun in many years.” Then it went still and silent.
Chaucer stood up and began walking, “Come on Wisteria. We have more people to meet.”
As they walked, Wisteria said, “Should we not tidy…” She looked back and saw that the picnic basket, blanket and even the tree were gone. She looked down at her open blouse and the sticky mess there. She collected up as much as she could and ate it.
“You like his cum then?” asked Chaucer.
“If all cum tasted like this I would be very happy. I am sure a lot of people would be.” Wisteria closed her blouse and watched a few damp patches form on the white cloth.
“Do you want me to clean it off?” asked Chaucer.
Wisteria thought for a moment, not paying attention to where they were going, and said, “I think I am okay, thank you.”
They walked for what seemed like an hour or so, but the sun never moved. Though she never overheated she began to grow thirsty. “Do you know where we can find something to drink, Chaucer? I am a little bit thirsty.”
The cat stopped and indicated behind her. Wisteria turned around and saw a large mansion, overgrown with weeds and ivy. “How did we miss that in our walk?”
Chaucer looked at her and said, “We did not. We are here and we can get some water.”
The two went into the gardens. The garden was very overgrown and there was a large fountain in the middle of the carriageway. They entered the house through the open door. Inside was just as overgrown, with large amounts of vines on every wall. They went into the kitchen and found a sink. Above the sink was a statue of a naked halfling man. The statue was holding its penis. As Wisteria approached it, curious, the statue began to urinate. A thin, constant stream of clear liquid came out.
Chaucer looked at Wisteria and said, “Drink up.”
Wisteria climbed up onto the counter, her gnomish height not letting her get close enough from the ground. She then leaned in and tried to drink from the flow mid stream. This resulted in her hair getting wet and her almost falling into the sink. Wisteria thought for a long time and then she leaned closer to the statue and took the flaccid little penis between her lips and she felt the cool water running into her mouth and down her throat.
Wisteria pulled back and wiped her mouth at the refreshment, though she did not notice the smile now pulling at the statue’s mouth. She climbed down and stretched. Chaucer looked at her and said, “You look tired. We should get some rest. There are comfortable beds upstairs.”
The two of them wandered up the long and winding staircase to the upper floor. They walked down the corridor and, after several doors, opened one to a large bedroom with a roaring fire in the hearth and a very comfy four poster bed. They entered and closed the door behind them.
The warmth from the fire felt so good on Wisteria’s skin that she went over and bathed in the heat. Chaucer jumped up on the bed as stretched out, pawing a section of the covers to get comfortable. He lay down and closed his eyes. After a bit, Wisteria came over to the bed, her eyes heavy with tiredness. She pulled back the covers so as to not disturb Chaucer as she climbed in. The bed felt soft and warm. As soon as her head met the pillow, Wisteria slipped off into slumber.
During the night, many hours or so after she went to sleep, Wisteria was woken by a soft whisper. She looked around and the room was dark, the fire had burnt down to just the embers. She felt like the blanket was pinning her to the bed and she could not move.
As Wisteria watched the room, a shadow danced across her vision. Then the whisper was right beside her. She wanted to scream but something prevented her from doing so. Then something formed out of the shadows. A partially translucent creature appeared beside the bed. The creature was a pale female elf. It carried a lantern that it placed on a non-existent bedside table. It lifted the covers and slid under them beside Wisteria.
As the creature rested beside her, Wisteria relaxed. The presence no longer filled her with fear but more with warmth and happiness. Wisteria found the ability to roll over to face the creature. The creature extended a hand and, as it touched Wisteria’s face, it sank into her slightly. A pleasurable tingle radiated from where the creature touched her.
Wisteria opened her mouth to say something but it was lost in the moan of pleasure that escaped her lips. The creature, no, the ghost ran its hand down Wisteria’s body. Everywhere the ghost touched, exploded with pleasure. Wisteria lay on her back as the ghost disappeared under the covers. She felt her blouse opening and a tingle of pleasure under each button, as they were opened. She felt the movement of the covers indicating the ghost had gone even lower. She looked down at the bulge in the covers and knew the ghost was at her legs. She then felt her skirt rise as the tingle moved from her knees and up to her pussy. She could only guess the ghost was kissing her. As her panties were pulled down, Wisteria’s thighs tingled with intense pleasure. Then Wisteria arched her back as she instantly came hard as the ghost pushed its tongue deep into her wet pussy. She ground her hips as the ghost circled her clit with its tongue. Wisteria screamed out and collapsed onto the bed unconscious.
When she woke up the next morning she looked down to see Chaucer looking up at her.
“Did you have a good night’s sleep?” asked the ginger cat.
Wisteria closed her eyes as she remembered the pleasure from last night’s dream. “I certainly did, Chaucer.”
Wisteria pulled the covers off of her. Looking down she saw that her blouse was open and her panties around her knees. She quickly closed her blouse. She pulled up her panties, the soft feeling of it against her pussy made her moan softly. She then made the bed and followed Chaucer out the door.
They headed down the stairs and into the kitchen. There was food waiting for them on the kitchen table. Chaucer climbed up on the table and started eating a large piece of chicken. Wisteria sat at the table and began trying everything on the table.
It was about five minutes later that Wisteria asked, “Who left this food out?”
“The owner of the house. A lovely elven woman named Clara.”
Wisteria thought about her dream last night and wondered if that was who she met.
Once they were done, Wisteria and Chaucer left the mansion. Wisteria resumed following Chaucer, no longer looking back, knowing that the mansion was gone. The area they were walking in was now a rocky area and growing a little colder. Though the breeze felt good blowing up her skirt and teasing Wisteria’s pussy through her damp panties. She moaned softly and Chaucer said, “It is a very nice place to walk. Very pleasurable.”
Wisteria’s knees shook as the breeze seemed to pick up and made her clit tingle.
“Mmmm…” Is all that Wisteria could respond with to Chaucer’s comment.
“I do not think she is paying attention to you.” Said a mysterious voice.
“She never did.” said Chaucer.
It was nearly a minute later when Wisteria looked around and asked, “Who said that?” She spun around seeing no one around.
“That is our new satyr friend.” Chaucer said.
“Who?” repeated Wisteria.
“Me.” Said a female satyr standing right next to Wisteria.
Wisteria stopped and looked at the satyr. She stood towering over Wisteria. She looked like she was wearing trousers but her goat legs were just covered in soft brown fur. Her large breasts were in full view and the nipples made Wisteria lick her lips as they were so inviting. As Wisteria carried on examining the satyr she got to the smiling face, the flowing horns and green and brown hair. It was then that she realized the satyr was staring at her.
“Like what you see, sweety?” asked the satyr.
Wisteria cleared her throat and looked at the ground. “I am sorry.” She then looked up, “I am Wisteria.”
The Satyr picked up the small gnome and hugged her tight. Squishing Wisteria against her breasts. When she put her down the satyr said, “I am Paupilina.” She walked over to a large stone outcrop and sat on, what looked like, a stone stool. She offered Wisteria another one and Wisteria sat on it. It was incredibly comfortable. Paupilina offered her a cup of piping hot tea and Wisteria sipped it. Despite the apparent temperature it went down easily and tasted like the perfect honey sweetened tea.
“So. What brings you to this area?” Asked Paupilina.
“I don’t know. My cat Chaucer is my best guess as to an answer to that question.” Her head was spinning and she steadied herself on the stool.
Paupilina reached out and touched Wisteria’s arm. “Are you okay, sweety? Would you like a cookie?” She lifted the plate of freshly baked cookies from a table that now sat between them.
Wisteria picked up a cookie and took a big bite. The warmth filled her mouth as the cookie melted down her throat. She did not even have to chew it. “These are amazing. What are they? Don’t tell me.” Wisteria thought for a long time. “I can taste salt and there is a creamy texture.” She took another bite and moaned softly. “It is almost like a thick salty liquid is sliding down my throat. Are they salted cream?”
Paupilina laughed. “That is a good name for it. We will go with that.”
Wisteria quickly finished off the cookie and felt far less dizzy. As she started another cookie, Wisteria could not help but stare at Paupilina’s chest. Wisteria did not even notice that she had stopped eating the cookie and was chewing on her lip.
Wisteria was snapped back to reality when Paupilina said, “I am glad you find my breasts so enchanting.”
Wisteria quickly shoved the rest of the cookie into her mouth and proceeded to crunch it as best she could. Once she was done she looked down at the table and whispered, “Sorry. I should not have stared. They are just so pretty.”
Paupilina reached over and took Wisteria’s hand and raised it to her breast. “They feel even better than they look.”
Wisteria felt the large, soft breast under her hand and she gently squeezed it. She was mesmerized and she brought her other hand up to Paupilina’s other breast. She began to massage them and the satyr began to breathe heavily at the pleasure. Wisteria stopped and looked at the pleasure crossing Paupilina’s face She got the courage up and asked, “May I suck on your tits, Paupilina?”
Paupilina could only manage a pleasured affirmative noise. Wisteria rose from her seat and moved around the table she had been leaning over. Her gnomish height let her stand before Paupilina, as she sat, and be at the perfect level to take the large nipple into her mouth. Wisteria closed her eyes as she began to suck and gently caress the nipple with her tongue. She felt hands on the back of her head as Paupilina pushed Wisteria against her breast and moaned loudly. Wisteria enjoyed sucking the large breast and only stopped when she needed to breathe. Paupilina looked disappointed when Wisteria stopped but smiled and said, “That was wonderful. You really know how to use that tongue of yours.”
Wisteria blushed and said, “Thank you.”
“If you ever want to put those skills to another use, let me know.” Paupilina spread her legs so that her fur covered pussy could be easily seen by Wisteria.
Wisteria blinked in shock. She had never done that before, but she had thought about it. “No,” she told herself, “I have wanted to try it. What is a wizard without experimentation?”
“Then you should try it.” said Chaucer as he disappeared around an outcropping of rock.
“Did I say that out loud?” Wisteria asked.
“Say what?” said Paupilina.
“Noth…I was going to ask, Did you want me to do it here?”
“My dear, you just sucked my breast right here and I am naked. I am fine with doing it right here.”
Paupilina scooted to the edge of the chair and spread her legs as wide as she could. Wisteria knelt before her. She looked at the satyr’s pussy and licked her lips.
“Take your time and enjoy it.” said Paupilina.
Wisteria nodded, unable to draw her eyes away from the beautiful sight. She leaned in closer and saw where the wetness had escaped Paupilina’s lips and the fur was damp. Wisteria inhaled deeply to get the aroma of the woman before her. She then leaned in and ran her tongue along the lips of Paupilina’s pussy. This drew another moan of pleasure from Paupilina. Wisteria pressed her tongue to the lips and they spread easily. The juices she tasted were sweet, almost like cherries. She withdrew her tongue and swallowed the saliva building in her mouth. She moved in as close as she could and pressed her face to Paupilina’s pussy. Wisteria trembled with pleasure as she enjoyed the taste and smell as she pushed her tongue in again. She eagerly began to explore everywhere she could. She quickly found the rough bundle of nerves inside Paupilina’s pussy that caused Paupilina to buck when Wisteria caressed them. Wisteria then licked her way up to Paupilina’s clit. Wisteria flicked it rapidly and enjoyed the sounds and movements that Paupilina made. Wisteria moved her hand to caress the now dripping pussy. When she pushed her fingers into the satyr’s pussy, Paupilina’s leaned back and braced herself. Wisteria caressed the nerves in Paupilina’s pussy as she flicked and sucked her clit. Paupilina was unable to make any noise until she froze for a second and then let out a noise that sounded like a half human, half goat screaming in pleasure. The juices came gushing out of Paupilina’s pussy and squirted all over Wisteria’s big round glasses, all across her face and then soaked her white blouse through, so her bra was now visible through it.
Wisteria stood, took her glasses off and began cleaning them off with the hem of her skirt. When she put them back on her face, Paupilina said, “That was amazing, my dear.” Paupilina Looked at the mess she had made of Wisteria, “I am very sorry. I should have warned you, we satyrs can often squirt. Though I did not realize you would be so good as to make me do it on your first try.”
Wisteria looked down at her wet blouse and smiled, “It is fine. That was lots of fun. You tasted quite different to what I expected.” Then she looked around. “Where did Chaucer go?” she asked as she went to look around the rock.
She did a full loop of the rock and eventually found Chaucer sitting in the grass waiting for her. Though neither Paupilina nor the rock were anywhere to be seen.
Her cat was cleaning himself and Wisteria just stood there for a long moment before asking, “So, do you think we will find the way home any time soon?”
Chaucer paused mid lick to look at her, “You are not quite ready to go home. Are you?”
Wisteria stomped her foot in frustration but Chaucer had already begun to walk away. She stomped after him but the grass just absorbed every angry footstep.
She followed Chaucer over a hill and, as she reached the other side, she was climbing down a fence. Her skirt got caught on the gate and it lifted up. She turned around to unhook it, showing her panty covered ass to the empty field. When she had it unhooked she turned around and walked straight into the legs of a horse. She stumbled back and fell on her ass. Her skirt flew up above her knees and then slid down, once again exposing her panties.
“I am sorry, m’lady. Are you okay?” Asked the centaur.
Wisteria followed the lines of the horse legs and up to where the brown fur blended to become a man’s torso. Her eyes opened wide as she looked up at him. He reached down and offered her a hand. He easily lifted her up and, as she stood, her skirt dropped down to cover her legs.
“Thank you.” Wisteria said in a quiet voice.
“It is quite all right, little one.”
Wisteria stood there staring at the centaur. He just smiled at her till he eventually said, “I am Rhos.”
Wisteria offered her hand, not saying anything.
He laughed and then said, “If I did not already know you were Wisteria, I would think you are being rude. That was quite an entrance you made, by the way.”
Wisteria blinked. “What do you mean?” she managed to ask.
“Flashing both the front and back of those cute panties of yours.”
Wisteria blushed and a serious expression crossed her face.
“Don’t worry, my dear. I am only messing with you. Now, Do you want a ride over to the other side of the field?”
She wanted to say no but from here Wisteria could not see the other side of the field, let alone imagine walking that far. So she nodded reluctantly. Rhos grabbed her and lifted her up to sit just behind his human torso. Then he turned away from the gate and started to gallop as he said, “Hold on tight.”
Wisteria wrapped her arms around Rhos and held on. She pressed herself hard against his warm body as her arms felt the muscular torso. Each bound drove the muscular horse against her crotch and soon she was moaning.
Rhos slowed and came to a stop. “I am sorry, miss. I did not mean to hurt you.”
“It. It is okay. I am not hurt.” She climbed down, with a little help. She was breathing heavily with excitement. She was slowly walking about when she looked at Rhos. Her eyes were drawn to below his horse body and the growing cock hanging there. It was huge, an actual horse cock. She licked her lips as she watched it.
“Do you like what you see, miss?” asked Rhos.
Wisteria straightened up and her eyes opened wide. “I am sorry. I should not have stared.”
Rhos smiled at her. “It is okay. I got to see your gorgeous ass, even though it was in those cute panties.”
As he mentioned her panties, Wisteria saw Rhos’ cock pulse. Being a gnome, she was at the perfect height to see it. Nervously she reached down and took hold of the hem of her skirt. She gathered the skirt up as she lifted it. Once her puffy, panty covered mound was visible she said, “Did you prefer the front?” She waited for Rhos to be looking at her, then turned around to show him her nice round ass and continued, “Or the back”
Rhos nervously coughed as his cock swelled even further. Wisteria smiled and moved her hands to the side of her panties. Her skirt fell to cover what she was doing from the sight of the centaur but he could tell she was pulling down her panties. Soon she stepped out of them.
Wisteria walked towards the human part of Rhos but then looked at his arms and where his cock was. She looked at the soft panties and then up at Rhos. “Would you like to feel them in your hands or on your cock?” she asked in her sweet voice.
Rhos blushed a deep red and made a deep animal noise. “Could you put them on my cock, please?”
Wisteria nodded and reached her hand up to his flank and ran it along the soft fur till she was at the thick horse cock of this magnificent beast. It was almost at eye level for her. She moved close to the cock and then put the panties on her hand. She reached up and took hold of the cock with her panty covered hand and started to stroke the cock. Rhos whinnied and then said, “I did not think you would do that for me.”
Wisteria smiled, “How else are you supposed to get the most out of my soft panties on your thick, gorgeous cock?”
She moved her hand up and down the veiny shaft rapidly. It drew both human and horse noises of pleasure from Rhos. She began to say an incantation and as soon as she was finished casting haste, her hand moved even faster. She rubbed the horse cock so fast that it was leaking precum very quickly. She moved in front of the cock and licked the precum from the tip. The rapid pace and the sudden feeling of the gnome’s tongue made Rhos tense and then, with a spasm, a huge eruption of cum came from his cock. It splattered all over Wisteria’s face and into her partially open mouth. She kept stroking rapidly, her hand almost a blur, as more and more cum hit her and cascaded over her blouse and skirt.
Wisteria removed her glasses and wiped the cum from her face, using her panties. Then she walked out from under the centaur. She sucked the cum, that was dripping from them, off her glasses before cleaning them off with her now soaked panties. She balanced her glasses back on her nose. “That was amazing.” She said, as she began to unbutton her blouse.
Rhos looked satisfied as he looked down at Wisteria. “That was wonderful. How did you do it so quickly?”
Wisteria smiled and said, “I am a spell caster and just cast a haste spell, letting me jerk that thick cock twice as fast.” She removed her cum soaked blouse and moved on to undoing her bra. “Do you think you would be up for a little more?” She put her cum soaked clothes to the side, leaving on her skirt.
Rhos looked at her, taking in her small body. His cock had not shrunk back into its furry sheath and had begun to grow again. He was breathing heavy as he watched Wisteria spin around, topless, and the skirt billowed out, exposing her thighs and then her pussy. She came to a stop as she giggled and stumbled slightly.
“I know you won’t fit into my tiny little body but I want to know what you would like to do so you can cover me in your thick cum.” said Wisteria with a smile on her face.
“How about you lick and play with my cock till it is fully hard and then I mastrabate all over you?”
Wisteria looked up at Rhos confused. “Of course. Though I am curious how you can do that. Your arms cannot reach your cock.”
Rhos winked and said, “You will have to get me nice and hard to find out, won’t you?”
Wisteria nodded and moved back under the large horse body. With the spell worn off she was moving a lot slower as she ran her hands down the soft shaft of Rhos’ horse cock. She then placed her head against it, feeling it twitch. Her long pink hair caressing the thick shaft. She turned her head and planted a kiss on the cock and then ran her tongue along it. Rhos let out a very pleasured noise. Wisteria let her teeth run over his cock as she moved down to the head. Holding onto the cock with both hands she put her face against Rhos’ cock head and kissed it. She let her tongue explore the head and then the opening. She pushed the tongue into the slit and tasted the precum inside his cock. Rhos started to push as if wanting to fuck her and it was almost as if his animal half was taking over.
Breathlessly he said, “Lie down between my front legs, so I can look at that hot body getting covered in cum.”
Wisteria gave his cock another kiss and moved up slightly. She lay on her back between his front legs and smiled up at him. She saw the look of pure pleasure on his face.
Rhos began moving his hind quarters and Wisteria’s attention was drawn to the slapping sound as his cock began to smack against his underside. He got up a good pace and Wisteria was mesmerised. Rhos grunted and slapped his cock against himself as he watched Wisteria rubbing her breasts and playing with her nipples.
After a couple of minutes, Rhos let out a loud moan and another spray of cum shot out of his cock and covered the little gnome. Wisteria moaned happily as she ran her hands, and the cum, all over her skin.
When Rhos had stopped cumming, Wisteria climbed out from under him and stood up.
“That was amazing. I had never seen a centaur masterbate before. It was fascinating.” Said Wisteria.
“And I was never pleasured by a gnome before.” He smiled broadly. “You look very cute covered in cum.”
As Wisteria grabbed her clothes and pulled on her damp panties, she saw Chaucer walking through the door of the stable in the distance. Sho began to run towards the door, looking back to the now empty field to wave at Rhos, wherever he had gone. She ran as fast as she could towards the door, though it seemed to be moving away from her almost as fast. She stumbled and caught herself. She held her hat tight to her head as she was almost at the door. Then she tripped on a rock and fell head over heels through the door and into the darkness within.
She heard the mewing of Chaucer but she kept tumbling. She closed her eyes to keep herself from getting dizzy. Then she felt her head hit something. Gravity flipped and suddenly she was sitting on the floor. She opened her eyes and looked around the summoning room where she started creating the summoning circle.
Wisteria stumbled as she got up, as her head swam slightly. She rubbed the back of her head and then adjusted her hat. She walked over to the container on the desk that was billowing smoke as it had before. Though this time it was filled with just a dark and pungent goo. There was no chalk. Then she looked around at the summoning circle and there were no markings. She looked at the book that sat on the desk and it sat at the page for creating the chalk.
“Did I just imagine it all?” She asked herself. “That is what must have happened. I was making the chalk and got blown backwards into the wall.” She gathered the items she had used and cleaned them all thoroughly. She could not leave any evidence of the attempt.
Once she was done, Wisteria headed out with the book under her arm. It was dark outside and there were very few students around. Wisteria quickly walked to her room and all the students just ignored her.
When Wisteria got to her room, there was a note stuck to the door. She jumped up and grabbed the note off the door. Whoever put it there put it at the height of a regular humanoid. She glanced at it and saw it was from her roommate.
“Wisteria. I am unable to take being your roommate any more. I have requested a transfer and they gave it to me instantly. They know the disaster you are. I have moved out and they are not going to put anyone else in with you for at least the rest of this term. Please do not come near me with regards to magic as I have had my fill of danger over the last few months. I hope you improve to the point where someone can join you in the room. Regards, Sahana.”
Wisteria pushed the door open and carried the note inside. The door banged closed behind her and she jumped, as she always did. She walked over to her bed and sat on the edge of it. She looked at the empty bed of her former roommate. As she sat and watched it she reached out and petted the ball of orange fur on the bed. The furball moved and stretched.
“Finally awake, are you?” said Chaucer.
Wisteria jumped up and looked at the cat. “How? What? Where?”
“Calm down. I just decided you might need some company since your roommate has left.”
Wisteria stared in disbelief at her cat and then looked down at her dress.
“Don’t worry. I cleaned off your clothes so no one would notice you wandering around the halls like you were.” Said Chaucer as he stood up and then jumped from the bed onto the ground. “But I did not want to touch those panties of yours. They were too much of a mess for my paws.”
Wisteria pulled up her skirt and looked at the white lace panties and matching thigh high stockings. Both were soaked in the thick cum from earlier. Tentatively she reached down and touched the sticky mess of her pussy, through the panties. The pleasure and sensitivity that shot through her body nearly had her doubled over. She dropped her skirt and moved over to the bed.
After a long time of sitting still and Chaucer sitting on the other end of the bed cleaning himself, Wisteria managed to ask. “Did that really happen?”
Chaucer stopped and looked at her. “Your now talking, and formerly dead, cat is sitting in front of you.” He paused. “Well it did not fully happen. You went into the other world, were fucked senseless and then spat back out at the exact same time you left. So take from that what you will. Also, you may want to change and clean yourself off before that cum soaks through to your bed.”
Wisteria shot up and made sure there was not a wet patch where she was sitting. With a relieved sigh, she started to strip off and used the summoning bowl to get hot water to wash herself off. All as Chaucer finished cleaning his face and lay down for a well deserved nap before it was time to go to bed.