Fore Real Play

Kat felt unusually nervous as she prepared to send out a psychic invitation to a couple of her fellow Omnys. She’d already stalled a bit trying to decide which room in her Femdom Fortress she should use for the meeting, then rearranging the furniture, then wondering if she should set up drinks or not. She’d already put this meeting off for a month as it was. Easy enough to do while dealing with the fallout of Shady’s alien invasion “prank”.

But after a couple weeks, everything had been ironed out pretty well, Earth and its new neighbors adapting to the new status quo. And that left Kat to stew on her newly awakened desires. She had decided to give it another couple of weeks wait, as the other Omnys cooled off from their big fight. This was one of those times Kat was kind of glad she wasn’t really part of the Omnys’ deeper polycule dynamics, and thus wasn’t on the hook to deal with the complexities of their conflicted passions. By the same token, though, it did starkly dig in the feeling that she was largely an outsider looking in.

She’d planned on spending quality time with her mortal lovers first anyway, so while the other Omnys had their make-up sessions—rather heavily rattling the walls of the Omnyverse in the process—Kat spent a couple weeks lovingly tormenting Ben, Sal, and a few other Ben-adjacent Playthings of hers in a new Sex Mage-themed World she’d devised. Phalcenville, a joke on Salamando’s fetish for “phallocentric femdom”, was probably redundant in the face of Dellissa’s Sex Mage Island being integrated into the Omnyverse, but Kat wasn’t about to trust the truly salacious Fae Lord with her boys.

So, that stalled things nicely for a bit. But even after two weeks of cumming her brains out on the desperate cocks of her teased-and-denied Playthings, Kat had a new itch that only an Omny could scratch! After wrapping up her session with a bukkake finale that sent her boys into blissful black out, she cleaned them all up and sent them home, then cleaned herself up, and simmered in the afterglow for a couple more days, waiting for the other Omnys to finish their own love-therapy.

The longer she waited, though, the more antsy she got, anticipating the inevitable confrontation. She didn’t really think they’d be mad at her, but lingering misgivings about the whole situation still niggled at her, until she finally just had to get it over with. At this point, she was just embarrassing herself, still being so skittish about it!

Kat teleported into a very large party room in her Fortress, stood near one of the large L-bend couches, took a breath, and sent the signal. A few moments later, Demi and Wyllow appeared, materializing mid-stride, as if walking through an invisible doorway. The two Mingles smiled brightly, and opened their arms to her.

“Hey, Kitty!” said Wyllow.

“Hiya, Kat!” said Demi.

“Hey!” Kat accepted the hug, then pulled back and motioned to the couch. “Have a seat. Anything you’d like to drink?”

Wyllow sat on the connecting section of the couch, one leg crossed over the other, resting her hands on her knee. “I’m good.”

Demi sat cross-legged to Wyllow’s right, leaning forward a bit. “I’m fine.” She noted Kat’s nervousness. “What’s with the formality? You okay?”

“Yeah, yeah, I’m great!” said Kat, taking a seat to Wyllow’s left. “I’m, uh… um… oh, I don’t know how else to say it. I, well—”

“Got your cosmic cherry popped!” said Wyllow with a grin. “We know all about it!”

Kat flushed slightly. “Y-yeah…”

Demi gave her an earnest smile. “Congrats!”

“Th-thanks. And, um, I’m sorry.”

The two Mingles shared a glance. “About what?”

“For, um… well… not asking you two first! We’ve been friends for a while, and you’ve been very gracious letting me into some of your Realplay games. And I wanted to ask you to be my first, I did, but I, uh… I wasn’t sure if I… um…”

Demi smiled warmly, and a thread of her cosmic essence reached out and touched Kat’s, like a hand clasping comfortingly. “We’re not mad, Kat. We weren’t hanging out with you just to get in your pants this whole time.”

Wyllow nodded. “Not every Omny relationship has to involve sex. You needed some Omny friends, and we went into this offering just that, friendship.” Her essence likewise clasped Kat’s.

Kat let out a little breath of relief. “Thank you. It’s just, I know I made a big deal about staying platonic for so long. As I started considering it, I got all wrapped up in, well, you two were the obvious choice, but that made me doubt if I was authentically interested or just picking you out of convenience, or if, like, I’d put you off, putting that barrier between us from the start, or if it would ruin what we had, or if maybe I’d end up regretting it, and then that would come between us and—”

Demi gently cut her off, holding up a hand and nodding. “We understand. It’s a little scary to change a relationship that’s been working so far as is. So, it was probably best you got your initial try out of the way with someone else. Someone you could still trust, of course, but without the baggage risk. And we’re Omnys, we don’t get jealous over sex.”

Wyllow smirked a bit. “I mean, I might a little bit jealous. Taking your Omny virginity would have been fun! But if anything, the fact you were so worried about the impact on our friendship means you really do care about our friendship. So that means a lot!”

Kat let out another breath of relief. “Okay. Thank you so much.” She held out her arms this time, and the three embraced again. Kat kissed both their cheeks. The two Mingles kissed her cheeks together.

“So… now that we’re all confessed…” said Wyllow, grazing her lips over Kat’s cheek. “Shall we… step things up a bit…?” She let her lips touch Kat’s, and the noirette went with it, kissing her deeply. Wyllow only broke the kiss long enough for Demi to slide in next, the three still clutching at one another. Back and forth, their lips met and met, their Energies coiling like slick tendrils together, until the three shuddered in a mini-orgasm! For the Omnys, it was just the first kiss to a thunderous threesome!

But then, the two Mingles pulled back, leaving Kat huffing with heat. She looked at them a bit confused. “You know, Kat,” said Wyllow. “This strikes me as a great opportunity to get a little long-overdue screen time together!”

“Yeah!” said Demi, smiling slyly. “We’ve haven’t had one of our Realplay Adventures actually written out yet, and for all we’re supposedly great friends, Sal’s never actually shown us hanging out together before.”

Kat smirked back, guessing their intentions. “You want to do a Realplay right now?”

“Can’t think of a better foreplay!” said Wyllow with a laugh.

“Alright,” said Kat. “What did you have in mind?”

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THE SLUTTY ADVENTURES OF SHADOWCAT!

Kat: Hey, now, you don’t have to be so on the nose about it!

Wyllow: Oh, just get into character!

Kat: Ugh, fine.

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It was a cool and pleasant night in the region of Glycia, the desert lands of Supervania. Three of Supervania’s seven small moons shone bright and full tonight, illuminating the pale stretch of sandstone buildings until midnight more closely resembled twilight. Bright enough to make a nightly heist a little easier to navigate, but with plenty of deeper shadows to stay hidden within.

The infamous Shadowcat, Mistress of Thieves, slithered through the alleys and skipped over rooftops as she neared the central palace of this particular oasis town. The midnight traffic was a bit busier in the streets than she expected, but she had no issues going undetected.

The palace, which doubled as a small fortress, consisted of its own high walls and a gilded spire. Aside from being simply gaudy for gaudy’s sake, the reflective paints made the grounds all the easier to illuminate with reflected moonlight. Which, of course, made it harder for her to hide.

That said, the guards seemed weirdly sparse tonight. She waited for a gap in their formation, then dashed at speed across a roof, leaping with superhuman grace, to land on the top of the guard wall, somersault over the side while attaching a thin, cloth-covered grapple hook to the ledge, and sliding down the line to the wall’s base. A flick of her wrist reeled the grapple line in, and she ducked into the semi-shadow of one of the wall’s main columns, watching the guards amble about their patrol. Another opening, and she dashed forward, scampering up the spire’s side to reach the nearest window, and was inside before any of the guards could see!

She found herself in a curving hallway, lined with a thin red carpet, and moderately lit with glowstone crystals mounted along the walls. Her informant had told her that what she sought lay in the lower levels, in the vaults past the dungeon. She skittered along the hallway, ducking behind nooks and in the rafters and behind tapestries, but to her surprise, no guards seemed to be patrolling the hallway. She even found the entrance to the lower levels partly open, making her lockpicking skills unnecessary.

Slipping down a stone staircase, she found herself in a grid of hallways lined with open cells. She’d have to find the next door down, probably on the opposite side. Despite the seeming absence of security, she remained cautious, knowing all it took was a single moment to let her guard down, and she’d get dropped like an amateur!

Most cells were empty as she crept by. But as she kept her ears open, she could hear cries from a few halls down. A woman moaning and gasping. Those weren’t exactly the sounds of torture! Perhaps an inmate was attempting to curry a favor off one of the guards. Or passing the time with a roommate.

She intended to ignore it, but as she continued to hear the cries of passion, her curiosity couldn’t help but be tickled. Even as a consummate professional, she could always find a little leeway to indulge her inner pervert. Figuring she could spare a glance, she turned and cautiously creeped closer to the sounds. Peeking around a corner, she saw one particularly well-lit cell, and a sight that made her eyes widened!

Another young woman was chained up, arms above her head, but her lower half free to move. Or rather, be moved by the burley guard having his way with her. Shadowcat frowned at the sight, at first thinking it was exactly what it looked like: the guard raping the poor girl!

However, as she looked a bit closer, her eyebrows raised a bit as she noticed some other details. For one, the guard was trembling, practically buckling at the knees, his own voice coming out in frantic breaths and whimpers. There was a desperation to the way he moved his hips. For another, the girl looked to be quite enjoying herself, the way she gasped with pleasure, the way her hips moved to steadily stroke the frantic guard, the way she gazed into his eyes with a smoldering, entrancing intensity. The guard couldn’t look away, even as he trembled and whimpered, as if he was the one chained up at the girl’s mercy! In fact, the guard actually seemed to be trying to pull back, to pull out, but the girl’s shapely, athletic legs were locked behind his hips, crossed at the ankles, and holding him in like a bear trap, giving him only enough slack to thrust, but not escape her greedy womanhood!

“Gods… you little devil… y-you’re… insatiable…!” the guard moaned, losing control of himself and breaking down into an erratic thrusting.

He wasn’t kidding. To give credence to the accusation, there were several more guards, lying unconscious, pants around their ankles, cocks half-hard and slick, knocked out cold by the hardest orgasms of their lives!

“Please…!” the still-active guard grunted. “P-please…!”

“Yes, baby,” said the young woman in a breathy voice that made even Shadowcat flush. “Go ahead. Cum for me. Give me all you got!”

The guard yelped as he thrust deep inside her, and her legs flexed to keep him pinned as deep as he could go, flexing her pussy around his critically-swollen cock! He bucked and jerked and shuddered in her grasp, letting out a roar of pained passion, until his body went slack, his eyes rolled back in his head, and he collapsed limply against her. The girl released him from her grip, and he slumped heavily to the ground to join his fellows. The girl sighed and stood on her toes, stretching a bit, before reaching out with her leg to snag the keyring on the guard’s belt. With a kick of her leg and a flick of her ankle, she sent the keys flying up into her hands, and she quickly unlocked her shackles. Rubbing her wrists, she looked right at Shadowcat, spotting her even in the deep shadows.

“Enjoy the show?” she said.

Shadowcat jumped and flushed. “Um…”

She waved her off. “I know, I know, you just got here.” The girl had been stripped bare, but she seemed to have no shame over it. She bent down and picked out her clothing, green garments with a layer of dark brown leather armor to wear over it. Before dressing, she ripped off a piece of one of the guards’ shirts and wiped herself clean, then dropped the messy cloth onto the man’s face. He twitched and shivered in his post-climax stupor, and his spent penis slowly began to rise to attention again at the scent of her sex.

“I guess that explains the lack of security,” Shadowcat muttered.

“Indeed,” said the other woman. “Not the cleanest way to escape, but I find it much friendlier than having to bash in heads on the way out. These guys are just doing their jobs, after all.”

Shadowcat watched her dress with practiced ease. Interestingly, her upper arms and thighs were mostly bare, and her chest plate dipped noticeably lower than seemed practical for “armor”. One could argue the effectiveness of the outfit as protection, but would be hard pressed to argue on the presentation!

One of the guards had, despite their lusts, at least thought to lock the cell door behind them. The leather-armored woman went to the door and used the key on the cell door’s lock. Unfortunately, as she tried to turn it, the key ended up snapping off in her hand. There was a pause as she and Shadowcat stared at the broken lock.

“Well, shit,” the woman muttered. She gave Shadowcat a charming smile. “I don’t suppose you’d be amenable to helping a girl out?”

Shadowcat gave her a flat look. Who was this goofball? “I suppose I might. If you might help me in return.”

“Well, I gotta spring my partner, too, but afterwards, sure, depending.”

“I’m here for a particular jewel I need for… reasons.”

She smiled brightly. “What a coincidence! So are we! We can acquire it together!”

Shadowcat pursed her lips. “Er… I mean… I’m going to need it for my own… personal project. So, if we’re in competition, I’m not seeing a good reason to spring you.”

The woman shrugged. “Well, we’re looking for three magical gems in the shape of animal figurines. They keep one in their vault here. Odds are, we’re not looking for the same one, but they’ll be in the same location.”

“Maybe,” said Shadowcat, primly. She glanced around, seeing some of the guards stirring slightly. “Then again, it would be remiss of me to leave a girl pulling double-duty unnecessarily.” She pulled a set of pins out of her sleeve, and proceeded to work the lock, until she pried the broken key piece out and triggered the latch. The young woman quickly slipped out and slammed the door shut, Shadowcat quickly re-locking it.

“Much thanks, friend!” said the woman, bowing. “I’m Demi, by the way.”

“The Brave Knight?” said Shadowcat, eyebrows raising slightly. “I wouldn’t have expected someone like you to end up slumming it in a place like this!”

“Ah, so my reputation precedes me,” she said. “As does yours, Shadowcat.”

Shadowcat blinked. “I, uh, am sure I don’t know what you mean, Sir,” she said.

“You’ve got a wanted poster, my dear,” said Demi with a smirk. “Buuuuut, you’re not on our quest list today.”

“Perhaps not,” said Shadowcat. “But I can’t help but wonder if maybe we should split up for more… efficient searching of our prizes.”

Demi grinned. “Look, you help my partner and I get out of here, we’ll make sure you get away with your prize. Deal?”

“HEY!” a groggy shout rang out as the first guard Demi had “slain” was rousing. He grabbed the bars and hauled himself up, working the door. “Damn it! Help! Someone get over here! We got intru—”

The man jolted with a gasp as Shadowcat pointed a finger at his cock, and a thread of magical green energy snapped from her fingertip to curl around his limp member. The guard whimpered and stumbled back, tripping over one of his unconscious fellows. His aching, spent organ began to rise, and the man let out a ragged gasp, hips bucking in the air.

Demi watched with approval. “So, the rumors are true. You prefer the lover’s way, too!”

“Just seemed fitting, considering the state you left them in,” said Shadowcat with a smirk. “Anyway, we’d best get moving before the back-up arrives.”

Demi glanced down both halls and immediately took off, beckoning her new companion to follow. “Somehow, I’m doubting that will be a problem for the moment.”

Shadowcat, for lack of any other plan, decided to follow along, leaving her tease spell to run on auto-pilot until the guard had spurted what little seed Demi had left him.

It didn’t take long for the two young women to find their third, and confirm Demi’s suspicions that further guards were not inbound. It seemed that while half the night watch had participated in Demi’s gangbang, the other half had found themselves pre-occupied with Demi’s partner!

Wyllow, the Vermillion Vampress, once feared as one of the vampire nobles of Supervania, currently respected as one of the World’s more accomplished Monster Hunters, was currently napping in the guard’s barracks. Beneath and about her dozing form was a pile of blissfully unconscious men with their pants around their ankles, their spent dicks still slick with feminine fluids. Wyllow smiled sleepily in the happy afterglow of an orgy twice as big as Demi had endured!

Demi scowled down at her naked parter as she strode up to her. “Oi! Nap time’s over, princess!”

Wyllow’s eyes fluttered open and she yawned. “Mmmm, sorry, it was just a very thorough… distraction.” She stretched in such a way that as she arched her back, she kicked her legs up to stand on her hands, then lowered her feet to the floor and sensually ran her hands over herself as she straightened upright. She eyed her partner lazily. “Took you long enough to get free!”

Demi smirked. “I had my own distraction to tend to.”

“I bet,” said Wyllow, walking around to pick up her scant articles of clothing. A black sling suit, black thigh-high boots, and black fingerless long-sleeve gloves, topped with a high-collar cape that was black on the outside but silky crimson on the inside. The way she dressed, she seemed to practically ghost into her clothes, slipping them on the moment she picked them up in one smooth motion.

“Anyway, I confess I had a little help,” Demi cocked a thumb back to Shadowcat. “Got ourselves a thief on board.”

Wyllow turned with a flourish as she donned her cape, smiling slyly at the new woman among them. “Well, well. Shadowcat. I do believe you owe me back a totem.”

Demi cocked an eyebrow at the thief. Shadowcat smirked and shrugged. “Sorry,” she said. “I sold that off long ago.”

“Hmph!” said Wyllow coming right up to her. “Then you owe me proper compensation!”

“Totem?” said Demi.

Wyllow made a dismissive gesture. “One of my secret bunkers got broken into a couple years back. I got a taste of the magic used to break in, and I recognize it on her.” She turned back to her. “Only thing stolen was a golden cat totem, interestingly enough.”

“What can I say, I have a special hobby,” said Shadowcat primly.

“Well, then, my dear, it might behoove you to work with us after all,” said Demi. “Consider it payback.”

Shadowcat crossed her arms. “I am not giving up my gem to you!”

Wyllow laughed, turning dramatically and pointing to the door. “Claiming a gem before it’s even yours! I think you’ll find it best not to count your kitties! Now come on, before we change this mission from a gem hunt to a bounty hunt!” She dashed off, needlessly kicking the door open, and sweeping into the hall like a drama queen.

Demi winked at Shadowcat, giving her a grin. “We’ll work something out.”

Shadowcat chewed her lip for a second, debating if she should still run the other way and take her chances. But in the end, she felt strangely drawn to the duo, almost compelled to go along with them, if only to see how they handled themselves.

It wasn’t because they were hot!

Okay, maybe it was a little bit. She resolutely maintained her professionalism by only occasionally scoping out Demi’s toned legs from behind as the two dashed to catch up with Wyllow.

***

When they reached the vault in the bottom-most floor, only four guards were present. Shadowcat used a knock-out spell to put the first guard to sleep, even as Wyllow quickly zipped behind a second guard and entranced him with a hypnotic gaze as he whirled around to face her. By the time the other two guards knew what was happening, Demi had captured both in a Barrier Spell that locked them in place, until her companions could knock them out, too.

The door to the vault was a massive steel slab, with a lock panel that had more advanced mechanisms than this region usually demonstrated. It was still a fully mechanical device, with four slots requiring four keys to be turned at once, but was also re-enforced with magic runes so that only a specific set of matching keys could even physically enter the keyholes, much less turn them.

Unfortunately, none of the present guards had the matching key set. But that was not a problem for the Mistress of Thieves. Shadowcat spent a minute modifying her pick-set to match the runes, then used both the picks and a fine-tuned spell of surgically-precise telekinesis to turn and set the tumblers in a surprisingly complex combination.

Once the lock was properly picked, getting the vault open was the next challenge. The thing was ludicrously heavy, almost moreso than seemed practical for the construction. But a separate set of rune-enchanted gears were supposed to be activated once the matching keys were turned in the proper order and pattern. Shadowcat could have spent several more minutes deciphering the gears and modifying her pick-spells to trigger them, but Wyllow found it easier to simply yank the door open with her vampiric strength instead.

The screeching of the gears as they resisted her forced opening was loud enough the whole damn tower probably heard it, giving the trio only a few minutes to snatch their prizes and go.

Demi stayed outside the vault, erecting a Barrier to block the entrance, and summoning a sword and shield for when the inevitable spell-slinger among the guards neutralized it.

Wyllow and Shadowcat quickly glanced around the shelves and drawers and displays of relics and trinkets and stacks of gold.

“So, what, exactly, were you looking for?” said Wyllow.

“I feel that such a detail is not your concern,” said Kat primly as her eyes appraised the loot. She was only here for the specific gem, but she quickly nicked a short stack of gilded coins as a customary bonus. Her prize wasn’t on any of the shelves or display cases, so she began rooting through the drawers. Thankfully none were locked, although some held locked boxes inside.

Wyllow joined her, evidently not finding her own treasure among the open shelves. After half a minute, both young women ended up reaching for the same drawer and yanking it out together. Inside, wrapped in a fluffy cloth, was a small crystalline stature of a Siamese cat. Glinting in the vaults warm light, it was fully see-through, save for the three bits of onyx that dotted the face to indicate the eyes and nose.

“Huzzah!” said Wyllow, snatching it up.

Shadowcat frowned. “Goddamn it.”

Wyllow grinned and waved the thing teasingly in front of her. “Oh, is this what you were after? Well, gosh, isn’t that a shame?”

Shadowcat glared at her. “Yes, that’s what I came here for! I am not leaving without it!”

“Or, here me out, you let us take this, and I consider your debt wiped,” said Wyllow.

“That’s not how I work!” said Shadowcat.

“Weeeeell,” said Wyllow, looking the thing over with a pout. “Technically, I’m pretty sure the only part we actually need is the onyx bits.” She clasped the head of the statue while holding the body in her other hand. “How about we just take the head and you can take the rest?” She started to twist the statue in her hands, like she was about to unscrew a lid.

“NO!” said Shadowcat, leaping at the vampress. “If it isn’t fully intact, I don’t get paid!”

Wyllow laughed, and floated up a few inches in the air as she held the statue aloft. “Okay, okay! Guess if you really want it, you’ll have to take it from me!” She whipped her legs up and snagged Shadowcat into a headlock between her thighs. “Good luck, little kitty!”

Shadowcat flushed as she found herself being rather ruthlessly scissored between the most perfect thighs she’d ever seen! The last time she’d been in a position like this, things had transitioned from hostile to… well, sensually hostile!

But she wasn’t to be outdone yet! She reached up and planted her fingertips on the vampresses rump, and sent a surge of magic through her fingertips, zapping her butt with an electric shock. Wyllow gasped, mostly in surprise, and dropped the statue, as Shadowcat slithered out from her loosened thighs and snatched the cat out of the air!

“Hey! Get back here!” huffed Wyllow, swooping down after the thief as she bolted for the vault exit. Shadowcat throw another bolt of green light at Wyllow, who ducked it, only to get thumped on the back as the bolt burst like a cherry bomb right behind her.

Wyllow wasn’t hurt, but the wind was knocked out of her as she was bellyflopped onto the vault floor. Demi, meanwhile, glanced behind her as she saw Shadowcat try to duck off to the side of the vault exit. Unfortunately, there was only one way in or out for all of them, and it was the wide stairwell which was currently being blockaded by a new troop of guards, one of whom was already using a wand to etch runes on Demi’s Barrier spell. They had about thirty seconds before the Barrier was broken, and the guards all poured in; the wizard-guard would be ready to instantly counter if Demi tried to erect another one!

Shadowcat, off to the side, glanced at the Barrier, then at Demi, then at a scowling Wyllow who was stalking out of the vault, glaring at her. “Our little kitty doesn’t want to share, it seems,” said the vampress.

Demi glanced at the statue in Shadowcat’s hands and tsked. She turned back to the entrance as the Barrier began to crack, hefting her sword and shield. “Look, if you really need that gem, we can work something out later, but right now, we’re going to need to work together to get out of here.”

Shadowcat frowned, glanced at the blocked entrance, and the increasing number of guards lining up behind the cracking Barrier. She slipped the cat statue into a special shadow-space pocket strapped to her belt, the candle-stick sized object magically fitting inside the little one-inch sleeve. “Fine,” she muttered, and charged her hands up with the shock spell she’d used on Wyllow.

The vampress flew up into the air, spreading her cape wide, as Demi planted her feet. The Barrier broke. Two dozen burly, armed and armored men surged inside, the wizard-guard aiming his wand to immediately fire stunning bolts at the three women.

Everything was a blur. Demi’s shield blocked and dissipated the magic bolts as she wheeled and dodged through the oncoming attackers, striking them perfectly through the gaps in their armor. Her short sword’s blade was actually dull; instead of cutting the men, a magic jolt shocked them, briefly stunning them like a hit from a taser.

Wyllow, meanwhile, dove down and struck with her high-heeled boots like a gothic hawk, banging dents into the guard’s helmets that addled them in place, even as she dodged the wizard’s bolts.

In truth, it was only because there were so many guards crowding in that kept the two adventuresses from just immediately dashing right through and charging out the exit. The ceiling wasn’t really high enough for Wyllow to fully escape any particularly enthusiastic guard from just jumping up and trying to hack at her, especially not when two of them brought forth halberds to swing at her. Neither could get a break in the mass of bodies.

Shadowcat, meanwhile, escaped the brunt of the surge just by dint of sticking to the sides, forcing three of the guards to break off and try to grab her. With just enough room to maneuver, and the guards blocking the wizard’s line of sight, Shadowcat was able to force them into a one-at-a-time approach as she strategically dodged back, then leaped forward to shock-claw them right on their more exposed areas. One right on the neck, another on his stomach, which was overhanging his belt just enough to expose a sliver of skin, and the third by kicking his helmet up just enough to give her a clear shot at his chin. She then weaved around the staggered men, tripping one onto the others in the process, as she bolted straight at the wizard-guard.

The wizard, whom she could see was a rather lanky young man under his battle-robe, had been concentrating on trying to shoot down Wyllow, and wasn’t prepared for Shadowcat’s mad rush at him. Before he could bring his wand to bare, Shadowcat snapped one fist against his wrist, knocking the wand out of his grasp, then jammed her still-enchanted fingers right up against his crotch. She would have tazed him in the face, but he was actually kind of cute once she got up close.

Through the material of his robes, the spell was muted, but the electric tingles still had a stunning effect. The young man gasped as his cock surged to full mast, despite the heat of battle, and he went flush with excitement. Shadowcat kissed him, lacing her lips with an aphrodisiac curse, pumping her spell harder through his robe, and whispered in his ear, “Feel free to think about me when you get off shift.”

And then she was gone, dashing up the stairs and ducking into the shadows once more. The young man had only seen the barest glimpse of her features, but enough that his mind filled into the rest to be suddenly, instantly infatuated with the mysterious dark-clad beauty who’d nearly made him nut in his robes! Utterly entranced, he started squeezing his rampant hard-on through his clothes, knees wobbling as he stumbled off to get some privacy!

Without his artillery support, the guards found themselves quickly overwhelmed by the two warrior women’s efforts. Within a minute, Demi and Wyllow had battered and scattered the guards enough to make a break for it. Rocketing up the stairwells and down the hallways, they leaped out the first big window they saw, Wyllow grabbing Demi by her forearms to fly her away.

“Damn it!” said Wyllow, scowling. “That little alley cat stole our shiny cat!”

“Were you able to get her blood signature to track?” said Demi.

The two landed on rooftop ten blocks away, where the nighttime activity had fully died down. Wyllow scowled as she said, “No, surprisingly. Her garments are enchanted to help her hide that kind of stuff.”

“Well, that’s annoying,” said Demi. “Guess we can bully our usual snitches to see who’s in the market for magic cat totems.”

Wyllow smirked. “Dibs on the cute one this time.”

Demi grinned. “They’re all cute.”

“Yeah,” said Wyllow. “So was she. What a shame we’re gunna have to bully her, too.”

“Oh, yeah,” said Demi with a knowing grin. “Such a shame.”

Half a mile away, a smug Shadowcat, slipping through a darkened alley, felt a sudden, inexplicable little shiver of excitement go down her spine.

***

Kat stepped out of the bath, a battered copper tub that nested in the nook of her current hidey hole. Hardly glamorous, but tucked away in a blocked off section of a large inn, the Mistress of Thieves had an arrangement with the inn’s owner to use the former storage room as a tidy little bolt hole when she was in town. It was a bit cramped, enough room for the tub, a one-person bed, a stool and a slim desk, but it served its purpose. Once the night was done, she’d be heading out to find work elsewhere. Never smart to stick too long in a place when you’d just ditched a couple notoriously hot monster hunters.

Notoriously heroic, she meant. Not hot!

Wrapping a towel over herself, she took her little purse out of its hiding spot to triple-check her payment. Her client had indeed paid in full, but there was something about feeling the weight of fresh coin after a successful mission that the Mistress of Thieves found cathartic. She checked the clock on the wall. A few hours until dawn. She’d take a quick nap, then blend into the morning crowds and take a shuttle to the next city.

She let the towel drop off her figure and started pulling a set of clothes out of her rucksack. She was always more comfortable sleeping naked, but it was more efficient to sleep clothed when on the road, in case one needed to make a hasty retreat. Especially when she was on the shitlist of two beautiful hunters.

Bounty hunters! She meant bounty hunters!

Kat pursed her lips as she tried not to think about how kind of nice the vampress’s thighs had felt around her head. Had the situation not been so hectic, she might have tried a more intimate tactic to break free with.

She felt another little shiver down her spine. “Damn it,” she said. She was feeling those post-mission jitters again. Using the more salacious aspects of her magic tended to have a little feedback effect on her, getting her own sex drive worked up a bit. It was just too fun to use little spells like the aphrodisiac kiss to throw her opponents for a loop, but it meant that, once her mission was over, and the adrenalin of the danger wore off, the cool down from the excitement quickly sidelined into a warm simmer under her skin.

She thought about the cute wizard guard frantically wanking in a corner until he’d blown multiple loads, desperately imagining thrusting into her. She thought about the vampress’s thighs around her head. She thought about the owner of the inn, currently nursing a wicked boner, just knowing she was hiding in this room. Kat knew he had a peephole to spy on her in here from his office, part of their little arrangement, but there wasn’t a damn thing he could do but look and ache, not while his wife still controlled the Chastity Spell Kat had taught her on her first stay here!

Well. She was probably safe enough here to indulge a bit before her nap. She set a little mechanical clock to wake her at dawn, before laying down in the small bed. She licked her fingers, and magical green light sparked off the tips. She’d settle for a quick one today. She slipped her fingers down between her legs and gasped as the modified electro-stun touch spell buzzed sweetly against her clit. She rubbed herself vigorously, working to a hasty cool-off.

She got halfway there when a high-heeled boot kicked in the hidden door!

“There’s our little kitty!” said Wyllow, grinning wide at her.

Kat was immediately on her feet, slightly crouched on the bed, hands crackling with full-power shock-touch spells, but she was flushed with heat and it was impossible the miss the glint of the spells’ light off the wetness between her thighs.

“Oh goodness,” said Wyllow with a snicker. “Did we interrupt at a bad time?”

“Yes,” said Kat, blushing hard, but keeping her jaw set. “Now scram! I already gave the cat gem to my client, so you’re not getting it back!”

“That’s unfortunate,” said Demi, shutting the door and standing firm against it, as Wyllow shuffled to the side. “I fear you don’t realize the danger you’ve helped bring about.”

Kat smirked. “I’m not sticking around to find out.” She swiped her hands like claws at Wyllow, only to curse as her fingers stopped just inches away at an invisible wall of force. Kat blinked and looked down to see a magic circle had lit up beneath the bed. One of Demi’s Barrier Spells, trapping her like a bug in a jar!

“Now, then,” said Demi. “Let’s dispense with the needless catfight.”

“Pun intended!” said Wyllow with a grin.

“Sure, why not,” said Demi, waving her off as she took a step closer. “We really do need that gem back. Whatever your client needs it for can wait. Not to impugn upon your professionalism, but we need to know who you sold it to.”

Kat dispersed her shock-touch spell and crossed her arms, standing up tall and making sure to close her legs in such a way her interrupted arousal wasn’t as obvious. Wyllow keeping her smirking gaze locked on her thighs didn’t help.

“It would indeed be an impugnation against my professionalism,” said Kat in a prim voice. “A snatcher never snitches.”

“A snatcher also probably wants there to still be a country she can continue to snatch things from,” said Demi.

Kat sighed. “Let me guess, you think my client is one of those big, bad wizards who wants to make some power play to make a pact with a god or a demon lord or whatever.” She waved her hand. “I don’t exactly know the man personally, but let’s just say it would not be in his best interest to sunder his own marketplace.”

“We don’t have a clue as to your client’s identity, but we could have presumed one that could afford to hire you would likely be a merchant with deep pockets,” said Demi. “That doesn’t preclude such a person from deciding material wealth is a paltry prize compared to personal power. For all we know, he may even be in league with the people we’re trying to stop.”

“I wouldn’t know,” said Kat with a huff.

“We’ve been tracking the activities of the Dead Bone Cult,” said Wyllow. “They are on the cusp of being able to summon the Bone God from Glycean’s deep necropolis. If we don’t get three special gems blessed by the Beast Goddesses of Glycia, then the whole country is going to be in deep shit.”

Kat scowled. “The Dead Bone Cult couldn’t summon their own asses with both hands and roadmap. Besides, they say the Beast Goddesses still prowl the wilderness. They beat the Bone God into a zillion pieces a millennia ago, they could do it again.”

“Sure, normally, the Cult is a bunch of dimwitted ghouls who can barely reanimate roadkill to pull petty trouble,” said Demi. “But something’s changed in the last couple weeks. They’ve been pulling off successful raids and banditry, including taking down a couple big caravans, even with guards. They’re being led by a new figurehead we think is from another country, whipping the Cult into an effective fighting force. Whoever that is wants the Bone God, or its power, to do… well, who even knows, but it can’t be good.”

“So, we can do this two ways,” said Wyllow. She leaned forward and smirked. “We can bully you until you crack and give up your client. Or, perhaps, we could hire you to steal the statue back?”

“Very bad decorum to immediately steal back from a client,” said Kat. She smirked. “Unless you have an entire castle full of treasures to sell me, so I could instantly retire?”

“I do have such possessions, but not for sale,” said Wyllow, smugly.

“Technically, they’ve been seized by the Vampire High Council,” said Demi with a prim smirk.

Wyllow scowled at her. “They’re just on hold! My name is still on the deed!”

“Then I suppose we’ll just get cozy,” said Kat. There was enough room in the Barrier for her to sit cross-legged, so she did so, pulling the sheet around her waist. “Bullies don’t impress me.”

Wyllow smirked and said, “I’m not talkin’ about shoving your head in a bucket and stuffing you in a chest.” Her eyes suddenly flared with crimson light.

Kat jerked her gaze down just in time, and moved to put a hand over her eyes. But suddenly, small Barrier Spells seized her wrists and ankles, and pulled her into a hovering spread-eagle. The larger Barrier faded, and Wyllow slithered herself up against Kat, floating up to join her and wrapping her supple limbs around the now trapped thief!

Wyllow nuzzled the girl on the neck, her lips grazing the tender flesh. “Now, we’re not normally the type to unduly harm someone,” she said softly, her breath tickling Kat’s ear. “But this is really important! I know you’re not from around here, so you probably don’t care, but this is my old turf. It might be crawling with monsters and scumbags, but I’d rather not see it flattened by a God, or a battle between Gods.” She nibbled a bit at Kat’s ear, “So be a good girl, and please, please, pleeeeease tell us where to find that gem statue.” She traced her fingers down Kat’s side, following the curve of her hip bone, and stopping just before going lower.

Kat hissed and shivered at the vampress’s touch. Gods she was beautiful, and soft-yet-firm, and her lips and her fingers felt maddeningly ticklish! Kat grit her teeth and tried to side-headbutt-shove the seductress away, but didn’t really manage it. She tried to remind herself these two were trying to mess up her already-completed job! And yet, as the vampress’s wicked fingers stopped short of her sex, while her lips fastened on the perfect spot on her neck, Kat let out a heated gasp, squirming as her sex oozed hotter! This wasn’t fair, damn it! They’d already interrupted her, and now they were fanning her flames and trying to tease her into submission!

She was quite familiar with the trick, of course. Exactly the sort of trap she’d catch stubborn boys in, and coax whatever she wanted out of them, and sometimes still not give them release! These two hot huntresses she’d only just met now had her reeling in her own game!

“Someone seems a little pent up,” said Demi. She stepped up and reached forth, her fingers delicately tracing the mons, her fingertips stopping right above her throbbing clit! And then, Kat gasped as Demi whispered a tiny incantation, and a golden thread of light coiled around the trapped thief’s sex. Kat jerked in shock. A Chastity Spell! This bitch actually stuck her with a Chastity Spell! The kind that wouldn’t let her cum, no matter what they did to her!

“Damn it!” hissed Kat. “You bimbos really think you can break me with a little tease-and-denial? I’m the master at t-n-d!”

Wyllow chuckled, and trailed her tongue down Kat’s neck, along her collar bone, and around her breast before fastening her tongue on the thief’s nipple. As she suckled and worked one nipple, she teased and toyed with the other, and Kat’s breathing quickly turned to a heavy gasping. Demi, meanwhile, leaned forward and kissed along Kat’s inner thighs, tickled around her sex, touching her everywhere except where she needed it most!

Kat mewed as her body bucked in the Barrier Cuffs, trying to force the two to touch her how she most needed! And then Demi let her lips brush against Kat’s clit, fastened upon it, and suckled for a few quick licks. Kat yelped as she bucked against Demi’s mouth, but the brave knight and the vampress immediately let go and backed up a few inches, and Kat growled as she not only hit the edge of climax, but was immediately hit by the aching absence of touch! They’d just given her, for lack of a better term, a “ruined edging”!

“Maybe you can dish it out, kitty-kat,” chuckled Wyllow. “But it doesn’t look like you can take it!”

“Grrr, you drop these cuffs, and I’ll show you what I can take!” huffed Kat. Even as she glared at them, she couldn’t help but scope out their bodies. In the dim light of the room’s single glow-crystal, noticing Demi had removed her armor and Wyllow her cape, the two were painfully alluring! To be honest, she’d always had some appreciation for the female form, but barely had any hands-on experience with women; normally she preferred to play with boys. But these two little minxes were revving her up with bisexual lightning!

Wyllow pressed herself against her once more, and her eyes lit up with the entrancing glow. This time Kat didn’t manage to block it, but her own mystical protections gave her some resistance. She grit her teeth and concentrated entirely on how much she wanted to hate these two for messing with her! She didn’t quite get there as Wyllow’s hands and lips began to trace her body, finding every little erogenous zone, until Kat, without even needing her clit touched, shuddered in another edging. The vampress backed off right as she hit again, tormenting her with that awful ruined edge sensation once more!

“Just give it up, kitty-kat,” said Wyllow. “Or we’re going to tease you until your brains drip out your pussy, and you won’t have enough coherent thought to resist my entrancement!”

“Fuck… you…!” hissed Kat, squeezing her eyes shut.

“Fun as this is, we really don’t have that much time to play around,” said Demi. “And we can’t take too long trying to chase down one gem. We have two more to acquire. So, here’s a third proposal.” She traced another finger slowly along Kat’s quivering thighs. “You help us speedrun getting the other two gems. We might be able to use just the two to disrupt the Bone God summoning, which the Cult is going to try in accordance with the Triple Moon Alignment two nights from now.”

“Wh-wh-why don’t you… just… break up their gang… ahead of… of time!” gasped Kat.

“There new leader is keeping himself well-hidden,” said Demi. “So we aren’t going to have a chance to nail him until he kicks up enough ruckus during the summoning. The Bone God is going to require a big ritual. Plus, if we can disrupt the ritual mid-way, using the Beast Goddess’ gems, we might be able to seal him away for good! Or at least for another thousand years.”

Kat debated it for a second, but her pride wouldn’t let her just immediately agree! But her pride quickly found itself kicked in the shins as Demi leaned forward and tongued her sex for thirty blindingly intense seconds, only to back off again!

“If you help us, we’ll let you cum again,” said Wyllow, grinning.

Kat scoffed, “I can pick your damn Chastity Spell, no problem!”

“I figured you could, but I made sure to lace it with military-grade Barrier Magic,” said Demi with a smirk. “The hornier you get, the harder it seals.” She winked. “And the more you mess with it, the stronger the feedback to your libido. So, you might find it a little extra-frustrating.”

Wyllow chuckled. “She’s normally a real sweetheart, but trust me, she can be the meanest tease in the World when she needs to be.”

“I’d say the fate of said World is sufficient motivation,” said Demi. “So, what do you say, Shadowcat? Help us out? Or spend the next couple of days clawing at yourself, until an ancient death god steam-rolls the country you just fucked over?”

Kat pouted. Ignoring the sheer sluttiness of their approach, they really believed this was one of the Big Ones, the kind of event that would scar a nation for generations if allowed to occur. And if the Brave Knight was that concerned, then maybe Kat would be responsible for a much more serious disaster.

She sighed and said, “Take the Spell off now, and I’ll help.”

“Nah,” said Wyllow. “Then how do we know you won’t ditch us the second you get a chance?”

“I can ditch you at any time, with or without it,” said Kat. “I’m the Mistress of Thieves! I’ve yet to meet a lock I can’t pick eventually! But you want my help? You don’t want me distracted the whole time!”

The two hunters shared a glance, then shared a nod. Wyllow kissed Kat full on the lips while playing with her nipples, making the thief squeal! Then Demi touched her fingers to her mons, the Chastity Spell flickering off, before returning her tongue to the thief’s sex. Kat shrieked into Wyllow’s lips, and the vampress broke the kiss to suckle on her neck, and let the thief scream into the night, as she came so hard, she blacked out!

***

Kat woke up to the sound of rushing wind.  She was wrapped in a sheet, but otherwise still naked. She glanced up to see a fully dressed and armored Demi sitting across from her on some kind of covered wagon. The Brave Knight gave her a friendly smile. She looked to the side to see Wyllow driving the thing, holding the reins of some kind of creature. Sitting up, she could vaguely see the heads of skeletal horses with crimson flames for eyes galloping. Sitting up even further, she realized they weren’t traveling along a road. Instead, they were riding the wagon through the air!

“Rise and shine, kitty-kat,” said Wyllow. “Figured we’d let you sleep it off. We’re almost to where the wolf statue is said to be secured.”

“Great,” muttered Kat, looking around.

Demi pushed her rucksack to her. “We made sure everything was packed.”

“So, where’s my gold?” said Kat, immediately finding it absent.

Demi smirked and held it up in her palm. “Can’t be too careful with coin.” She tossed it to her. Kat caught it and immediately opened it to quick-count. “Hey, we’re not the thieves here.”

“No, you are not.” Kat quickly dressed herself in her Shadowcat costume. “How did you even find me?”

“I couldn’t catch your blood scent,” said Wyllow. “But we know a few places where more underhanded freelancers like to hide. And when we reached that inn, I could smell a bit of your magic on the keeper.”

Shadowcat scowled. Hunters sure were troublesome. “I will keep that in mind for the future.” She made sure her equipment was secure. “So, you need two more statues. I presume you know where they are?”

“Fortunately, yes, and more fortunately, at least one of them ought to be an easy fetch,” said Demi. “The wolf goddess gem is secured in a forest temple. All we need to do is convince the priestesses to let us borrow it.”

“And by convince, she means fuck,” said Wyllow with a grin.

“So, you want me to help with your orgy?” said Shadowcat.

“I can do that myself,” said Demi. “But the raven goddess gem is secured in another vault by the Black Feather Coven. They are incredibly strict about who can enter their lands, as I think you know.”

Shadowcat swallowed nervously. She did, indeed, know. She’d learned most of her magic tricks from them, after all.

“They really hate me,” said Wyllow. “Well, they hate all vampires, but I had a particularly bad run in with them a year back. So, you know, getting them to agree to give up the raven gem, even knowing it’s for a good cause, they ain’t gunna hand it to me. And it’s pretty well known at this point that Demi works with me, so they ain’t giving it to her, either.”

“The Coven doesn’t exactly welcome ex-members back with open arms, either,” said Shadowcat. “I was never fully indoctrinated, so they allowed me to leave, but it was clear I wasn’t welcome back to the premises.”

“But you at least know the premises, do you not?” said Wyllow.

“Yeah,” said Shadowcat. “Well enough to have a good guess where the statue might be.”

“Great! So, we’re gunna drop off Demi at the forest temple, then make a bee-line to the Coven’s village. You’ll sneak in, do what you do best, and I’ll wait for you. And I will be patrolling around, so don’t think you can sneak off without me.”

“I put the Chastity Spell back on, just in case you try,” said Demi with a smirk. “I know you’ll break it eventually, but it’ll also help us track you.”

Shadowcat felt herself, and now that she was aware of it, she could feel the Barrier Spell lightly humming against her skin, pushing her fingers away as she tried to make contact. “You little…! I thought you were some heroic knight!”

Demi winked. “I get my hands dirtier than most expect. Don’t worry. You help us out and I’ll deactivate it. And as a bonus, I will be totally at your service for a night.”

“Me too,” said Wyllow. “We make quite the dynamic duo.”

Shadowcat pursed her lips. Part of her didn’t want to give these mischievous meddlers the satisfaction. But glancing between the two, she felt a little thrill go down her spine, threatening to make that Chastity Spell a very annoying niggle. The two had already given her a taste of their “services”. The thought of being in charge of them for a night was… well, it wasn’t coin, but there were some experiences even coin couldn’t buy.

Not that she was going to let them know it!

Shadowcat said, “I’ll consider it.”

Wyllow looked back so she and Demi could share a knowing smirk, and Shadowcat made a point to look out the back of the wagon, to watch the land zip by below.

***

They literally dropped Demi off, not even slowing down as they arced around a dense forest whose canopy twinkled with fairy lights. Demi just leaped out the back and spread her half-cape, which suddenly extended into a set of leaf-shaped glider wings. Shadowcat was slightly startled at the suddenness of it, but Wyllow didn’t even react.

An hour later, the flying wagon lowered down to the edges of a swamp, the trees sparse on the outer rim, but getting denser as one went further in. The villa wasn’t visible from the outside, but Shadowcat knew it was more or less in the center of the swamp. Wyllow brought her to particularly gnarly tree choked with hanging moss that Shadowcat recognized as a landmark. The Mistress of Thieves leaped off the wagon, hooked onto a branch and skittered down the trunk as Wyllow rose back into the sky, waiting for Shadowcat’s signal.

The place hadn’t changed much. A small village composed of wooden homes carved into and around the great trees, roofs shingled with hardened leaves, pale glow crystals granting a soft illumination throughout the villa. Three concentric rings of domiciles surrounded a central plaza, where work stations formed another ring of buildings. In the exact center, an elaborate gazebo ringed by a fountain and garden feature acted as both a gathering place for gossip, and a pulpit for the village’s headwitch.

Special artifacts were kept in the vault that was actually below the gazebo, but was only accessible by way of two of the inner rings’ smaller trees. Hidden doors requiring a certain spell to open were carved out of the trunks, and one had to then follow a curving tunnel that spiraled in towards the storage.

Shadowcat was mildly surprised at how easily she was able to slip through the villa’s outer perimeter without tripping an alarm; the illusory barrier that hid the village seemed to have already been disabled. Convenient for her, but very suspicious.

The Black Feather Coven were night owls by nature, so it was equally surprising to see the paths of the village all empty. A quick glance in a few windows showed her that the villagers were still present, just asleep at what for them was a pretty early hour. Dawn was still at least three hours away, going by the moons. So why the early crash?

She wound her way towards the nearest of the vault entrances, only to stop short as she saw it wide open, with no one else around. She waited, staying in the shadows as she observed the entrance. After five minutes, she saw no one emerge. Creeping closer, she listened to try and hear any sound. Nothing.

She decided to risk it and entered, sliding down the short ladder, and tip-toing down the curved corridor. She entered the vault to see it trashed already, artifacts knocked over, cases broken open. And lying on the floor was a gem statue in three pieces. She quickly went over and collected them, only to realize it was actually in four pieces. The fourth piece, the head of the raven, was gone.

***

“That was fast,” said Wyllow as she swooped the wagon down for Shadowcat to leap onto the back.

Ducking inside and settling onto the front, Shadowcat said, “Not fast enough.” She held up the bag and pulled out the three remaining pieces of the raven gem.

“Oh no,” said Wyllow.

“Looks like I wasn’t the only thief hired,” said Shadowcat. “I’m going to guess it’s no coincidence the Bone God summoning is happening soon.”

“Indeed,” said Wyllow, looking pensive. “Someone doesn’t want the Beast Goddesses interfering.”

“Yeah,” said Shadowcat. “Someone with the power to knock-out the entire Coven with a military-grade sleep spell.”

Wyllow’s eyebrows raised at that. “Really? They were all down for the count?”

“All asleep in their beds, like they never woke up tonight,” said Shadowcat. “I really didn’t want to stick around, but I did a quick study of the spell on one of them. It’ll keep them under for a week.”

“If they had a magician that powerful, I wonder why they didn’t send them after the cat statue,” said Wyllow. “No offense, but you would have had a much more difficult time without us there.”

“I’m aware,” said Shadowcat primly. “I really can’t guess. But the whole village was in their beds that I could see. I’m going to guess some kind of trap or sabotage that hit them overnight. Or, well, overday.”

“Inside job, maybe?” said Wyllow.

“I couldn’t begin to guess,” said Shadowcat. She hesitated, then said, “You think Demi’s alright? I mean, the statue she was after?”

Wyllow smirked. “I’m sure our dear Knight is peachy-keen,” said the vampress. “So don’t worry your little head about that Chastity Spell.”

“Good,” said Shadowcat flatly. “I won’t. And that was the only reason I asked.”

“I’m sure,” said Wyllow. “But let’s maybe make sure she’s not in trouble before we fantasize about her some more.”

Shadowcat didn’t quite hold back the blush as Wyllow coaxed her skeletal horses to go faster.

***

Demi was not doing peachy-keen, but she was at least holding her own by the time they got there. Undead raiders were knocked around like ragdolls as the Brave Knight whirled between them like a dervish, twin blades flashing with Barrier Magic attuned specifically against necromancy. A single strike of the blades was enough to disrupt the magic that animated the zombie thugs storming the temple, but their sheer numbers meant it was all she could do to defend herself, and try to bottleneck the entrance of the massive tree-temple to keep more of them from flooding the whole building.

Meanwhile, six priestesses of the forest, tall and elegant elven beauties, had their hands full trying to stop the three Black Feather witches that had forced their way inside. The verdant streams of forest magic clashed with the emerald blasts of swamp magic, in a torrent of blazing wind, tearing apart in the temple’s inner sanctum. Pews and candles and hanging plants and colorful banners whipped around the room in a dangerous maelstrom of debris, while both sets of magic-casters were deadlocked.

On the plus side, the debris storm made a natural barrier that tore apart any undead that tried to aid the three witches. On the downside, it meant Demi wasn’t able to help the priestesses directly, not while more of the zombies just kept coming.

Thankfully, just before Demi could get buried under the mass of reanimated assailants, Wyllow’s flying wagon careened right through the entrance, smashing a pathway through the horde! The vampress held out her hand and snagged Demi’s wrist as she drove by, hauling the warrior woman onto the wagon next to her.

“I would say it took you long enough, but I’m surprised you got back so soon!” said Demi. “Looks like the Black Feathers are in on it!”

The wagon came to a screeching halt before the main chamber, where the magical whirlwind blocked off any further progress. Kat looked in and saw the three witches. “So, it was an inside job,” she said. She looked to Demi, opened her mouth to say something, then blinked as she noticed the warrior woman was completely naked, save for a thong so slim, it must have been measured to the micrometer to just barely cover her sex!

Demi noticed her look and grinned sheepishly. “They kinda hit us right as we were in the middle of the foreplay.”

Kat glanced into the room, and could see past the whirling energy that most of the priestess were either completely naked, or down to their skivvies. “I see,” she said, trying not to think of how alluring those beautiful ladies would look under less hectic circumstances. Hell, they looked plenty alluring even now, all sweaty and tussle-haired and…

Kat shook her head, feeling her erotic magic simmering up again. Stupid Chastity Spell! “Right, anyway, the whole Coven was knocked out when we got there, so those three were either secret spies or the Dead Bones offered them a hell of a deal.”

“Guess you might have inspired some of your fellows, huh?” said Wyllow with a smirk.

Kat scowled. “I studied magic under them, I didn’t teach them to be thieves,” she said. “For one thing, this isn’t how a thief does it!”

The three looked up at the sounds of hundreds of stomping feet thundering towards them! An army of even more undead raiders were pouring in through the pathway Wyllow’s wagon had made. The Dead Bones must have revived an entire necropolis! Demi and Wyllow leaped down from the wagon. At the same time, the two skeletal horses dislodged themselves from their reins and stood up on their hind legs. Their bone structures reconfigured to accommodate bipedal stances as they stepped up next to their mistress.

“Well, then, Mistress of Thieves, show us how it’s done! Get in there and grab the wolf statue from the alter, while the wizards are busy bashing each other!” So, saying, the four charged forth, smashing and slashing their way through the zombies.

Kat wasted no time turning and glancing over the inner chamber, peering through the rushing debris and blazing magic, to spot the wolf totem in the far corner, somehow still anchored to temple alter despite the mystical pressure. She took an assessment of the room, and noted that even though the main entryway was blocked, stain-glass windows high on the arched ceiling seemed to reach just above the top edge of the maelstrom. The windows also ringed the top of the wall that framed the entryway.

A quick toss of her grapple-line, and she was up to the window. A quick strike to a few key points of the frame, and the window popped out to join the debris spinning around the room. Kat then used the grapple to hook onto a massive, viny protrusion on the ceiling, lined with glowing fruits like a botanical chandelier, and swung herself over the room. As she swung overhead, she pulled an entire fistful of smoke pellets from a hidden pocket, and dropped them into the battle below!

Half the pellets were struck by the shots of magic, but this only added to the intended effect, creating blasts of black smoke, laced with bits of enchanted ash that created a heavy field of pure darkness around the room. Suddenly blinded, the nine mystical combatants were thrown for a loop, unable to aim, and frantically scrambling to get away from, or disperse the cloud. The magical maelstrom around the room calmed, debris and random objects clattering to the floor in a series of echoing crashes that only further disoriented the combatants.

In the time it took a few of the magicians to whip up wind and flash spells to forcibly disperse the shadow cloud, Kat was already back in the wagon with the wolf statue, and her companions were racing out of the temple!

***

The three were camped out in the woods, sitting in the wagon, surrounding the wolf statue. The two skeletal horses were untethered, flanking the wagon and alert for any sign of trouble.

“So… what do we do with it?” said Kat.

“Well, there’s a ritual we can use to summon the Wolf Goddess herself,” said Demi. “But I admit, without the Cat and Raven Goddesses to help her, I’m not sure if she’ll be enough to defeat the Bone God. Besides, we’d like to not have the Gods trample the whole countryside, I’ll remind you.”

“We were hoping to use the statues as a symbolic counter-spell,” said Wyllow. “Disrupt the Bone God’s summoning with them before he could even appear. But as Demi says, I’m not sure if the Wolf Goddess is enough.”

Kat held up the cloth sack with the remains of the raven statue, and pulled the pieces out. The gem was broken into the torso and the two wings.

“I’m guessing the onyx bits are where the magic lies, like the cat statue,” she said. “But is there any residual power in the rest of it?”

Wyllow frowned, sniffed at the pieces, and contemplated them. “There’s a trace.” She set the pieces down next to the wolf statue, whose own fragments of mystical onyx were its eyes and nose. “Not sure if it’ll be enough to do the job.”

Suddenly, the wolf statue glowed with a soft white light. The inanimate object moved, shifting from sitting on its haunches, to standing up. It moved smoothly, as if it were a real wolf that only appeared to be made of crystal. The pieces of the raven gem suddenly liquified and flowed into the wolf, making it half again larger, and causing it to sprout the raven’s wings from its back. It took a stance as if it was just starting to lunge for an attack, before freezing back into a solid shape again.

“Uh…” said Demi. “Well. I want to say that’s a sign.”

“Best shot we got,” said Wyllow, carefully lifting the statue and admiring its new heft. Even the onyx bits seemed a bit bigger, and glinted with an unnaturally keen sheen.

“Alright,” said Kat. “So, what does the ritual entail?”

The two adventuresses glanced at one another, then grinned. “Well,” said Demi. “That’s the fun part. Let’s just say the Beast Goddesses got together for more than just defending territory from other Gods.”

“If one wishes to summon them, especially more than one at a time, the most reliable method is a sapphic ritual,” said Demi.

“Which is another reason we could use your help,” said Wyllow. “I was going to see if one of the forest priestesses wanted to be our third, but since you’re directly involved now, it would be more resonant if you were to join us.”

Kat blinked. “You mean we need to… fuck them into existence?”

The wolf statue’s onyx eyes gave off a flash of magical blue light, and the statue moved again, this time turning and striking a pointer’s pose towards North-by-Northwest. A light blue shimmer went over its wings, and a faint vibration went through the three women, a sensation of being gently “nudged”.

Demi leaned down over the wolf statue. “I’m guessing this little guy can sense it’s fellow statues,” she said. “Or at least, the rest of the raven gem.” The wolf’s tail wagged once.

“Well, then, let’s get going,” said Wyllow. She went to the front of the cabin, and whistled for her horses to get back to their positions.

Demi smirked to Kat and said, “Can I safely assume you’re with us, so I can take the Chastity Spell off without you ditching?”

Kat smirked back and reached down to touch between her legs, a flicker of green light sparking between her fingers. There was a flash of white, and Demi blinked as she watched her Chastity Spell unlock and disintegrate.

Kat grinned and said, “Military grade my ass.”

“Okay, so I bluffed a little,” said Demi with a grin. “Still impressive.”

“I figured out how to pick it while you two were occupied with escaping the temple.”

“And you waited till now to do so?”

“I wanted to show off.” Kat held up her fingers, still crackling with the magic. “Also do this.” And before Demi could stop her, she flicked the spell at her. Demi whipped up a small Barrier to deflect it, but the spell spark arched around it, and dove between her legs, striking the warrior woman right in the clit!

Demi gasped as her body was suddenly flushed with intense arousal! She reached down to herself, only for her fingers to get zapped by green jolts of magic that pushed her hands away!

“Hey!” she said, pouting at the thief.

“Now how do you like it?”

Demi tried to work a Barrier to dispel the Chastity Spell, but Kat had managed to lace it with a different, more insidious matrix of mystic threading, trickily slipping the warrior woman’s Barrier Magic.

Wyllow glanced back over her shoulder and said, “You better not be bullying my girlfriend back there!”

“Relax, I’ll remove it in a minute. Or three. Dozen.”

Demi, huffing slightly with enhanced arousal as she tried to rework her counterspell. “If you can pick mine, I can pick yours!”

“That’s what they all say!” said Kat with a laugh.

“Just don’t wear each other out before the real thing!” called back Wyllow.

***

The ritual was hard to miss, at least from the air. In the midst of the vast Dreadscale Mountains was a valley that extended down far enough, it would have qualified as a canyon without the mountains surrounding it. That valley was now lit up with what was either the biggest rave party Supervania had ever seen, or the opening ceremonies to the apocalypse! Storm clouds lit with flashes of purple lighting roiled in the sky above the valley, as tens of thousands of undead and monsters writhed in chaotic dance below.

The trio had enough time to duck the cart down among the cliffs, then have Wyllow fly them down to the edges of the rave. The masses of zombies and various other monsters crowded around a massive central alter that had been built in the middle of the valley, a great circular platform ringed by twelve stone pillars. The whole area was choked with a foul miasma of undead stink and active necromantic energy. The three adventuresses felt queasy just nearing the edge of the crowd.

Wyllow’s superhuman eyesight and Kat’s pocket spyglass showed them all they needed to know. Several robed figures, one of whom Kat recognized as her most recent client, were standing around alter, chanting. Naked women of various humanoid species were tied to a ring of stone platforms. And to their surprise, the cat goddess’s gem statue, and the raven goddess’s statue head, were sitting on two of three pedestals at the center.

The three adventuresses ducked into the shadows of a particularly thorny thicket. The wolf statue pulsed between them.

“I feel like this would be safer to do at a greater distance,” said Kat. “Like, back in the wagon.” They were a dozen yards from the nearest of the undead creatures, but it was still too close for any of their comforts.

“Gotta be close as we can get,” said Wyllow.

“I’m not sure I can really get in the mood,” said Kat. As if in response, the wolf statue pulsed, and Kat felt a warmth shiver up her body. She reached down and touched the statue. “Well, at least one of us is eager.”

In the skies beyond the clouds, three of Supervania’s moons slid into a once-in-a-decade overlapping alignment, sparking the power of ancient Lunar Magics. A torrent of purple lighting crackled overhead, snaking down to split and strike the stone pillars, which lit up with purple runes. The men in robes howled their chants, each raising a bronze dagger over the tied-down women.

“I think it’s now or never,” said Demi. She touched the wolf statue, as did Wyllow. They took one more moment to let the energies of the statue warm them, and then Demi and Wyllow kissed. Just as Kat was about to feel left out, the other two pulled her close. Demi kissed her first, then Wyllow, and then their mouths and hands were exploring one another all over, and the wolf statue was glowing brighter, and their thighs were wet with arousal, and their tongues and fingers were digging into one another, and the wolf statue was glowing hotter, and the three were crying out, gasping one another’s names, and the wolf statue was vibrating, it’s tail wagging, it’s wings flapping, and...

And then, the three were being yanked apart, dragged out of the bushes by dozens of monstrous claws and undead hands, right before the three could climax!

Overhead, the clouds roiled, and lightning lashed, and the masses of undead and monsters raised their hands and claws. Blood spurted from the bellies of the sacrificial women, as the two Beast Goddess statues on the alter cracked and shattered. The onyx bits of the statue flew into the sky, mixing with the spiraling fountain of blood. The bodies of the nearest undead began to rise of the ground, and fly towards the mass gory display, crunching together into a ball of melting flesh and splintering bones.

The three adventuresses, still lost in the haze of supernaturally charged sex, held near the edge of climax, scrambled against their captors to reach each other again. The winged wolf statue pulsed like a blazing star, getting more attention from the creatures nearby, causing most to back off from its own mystic pressure. But the undead that held the three adventuresses clung tightly, refusing to let them reconnect.

A figure began to form in the sky above the alter. A giant skeletal humanoid, held together with scraps of gristle and tendon, grinned hideous over the crowd. Its head was that of a cat, fangs glistening with blood. From its back sprouted the skeletal frame of wings, tattered feathers lining the bones.

Not only was the Bone God being summoned, the ritual was attempting to fuse the essence of the cat and raven Beast Goddesses into its being! If that was possible, there was no way the last Beast Goddess would be able to stop it alone!

Kat’s head was a blaze of pleasure and pain and heat and pressure and lightning and magic. Hadn’t they fucked enough to trigger whatever the Wolf Goddess needed? She could feel the pleasure still thrumming through her, through Demi and Wyllow as well, their senses connected, their libidos connected, their need connected!

Hadn’t this been enough? Where was the Wolf Goddess? Where… fuck... she needed to cum so bad… she needed Demi and Wyllow so bad… but the creatures were holding her down, biting into her flesh, and she knew the statue’s magic was the only thing keeping them from killing her outright, and the Bone God was looming over them now, laughing as its body kept forming, and where was the fucking Wolf Goddess now, and she needed to cum SO FUCKING BAD and… and…

And maybe that’s what the wolf statue was waiting for.

With her last coherent thought, Kat charged up her magic and shot Demi and Wyllow with it, twin sparks hitting right between their legs! Through their ritual connection, she could feel it too, her own sex blazing with the stimulation spell, the pleasure, oh god, it felt so good, her spell super charged by the wolf goddess’s magic, like all the pleasure from every great fuck she’d ever had, all rolling into one long penetration, wave after wave of ecstasy, building and building and building, until all three screamed in savage climax!

And finally, finally, that was enough! The wolf statue blazed like a tiny sun, shattering in a blast that burned the undead around them to ash. From the core of the explosion, a giant woman, beautiful beyond words, sporting the ears and tail of a wolf and the wings of raven, stood tall, facing the half-formed monstrosity that was no longer laughing. The blazing giant lunged at the incomplete titan, grappling it down into the alter, smashing its form against the ground again and again.

Despite the sheer power and mass feeding into the Bone God’s body, the Wolf Goddess’s disruption came far too soon. Its body unfinished, its essence unsolidified, the Deity of Destruction could not stop its ancient foe from shattering its fragile frame to dust, destroying the great alter in the process, keeping ritual upended until the Moons slid out of Alignment, and the window for its resurrection closed for another thousand years. And from the dust, two more goddesses emerged, the Raven and the Cat, to join their colleague in a happy, and sensual, reunion!

Once more, the World had been saved by the actions of a small band of adventurers, whom even the great Goddesses of the land owed a debt of gratitude to. Such debts would have to be paid at a later date, however, as the three heroines found themselves far too distracted to watch the victorious battle. Instead, their mortal coils burned away as they broke character to embrace their cosmic passions. They remembered who they were, and why they had been, and what this whole thing had been leading to, and they could no longer stall themselves with roleplay.

The Planar Void was soon rocked by a triple-nova explosion as Kat officially added Demi and Wyllow to her pool of lovers!

***

The three cosmic canoodlers coalesced together in a happy cuddle. Demi and Wyllow held Kat between them, letting the still-new-to-cosmic-sex Omny cool down at her own pace.

When Kat could talk again, she let out a shaky little laugh. “Well, that wrapped up a little quicker than usual. Sorry.”

Wyllow chuckled. “That’s okay. I think we were all pretty eager to get to the fun part this time.”

Demi grinned. “Next time we’ll drag it out more. Make a whole novel out of it.”

Wyllow made an amused scoff. “Let’s be real, we’re lucky Salamando even wrote this much of an adventure.”

Demi chuckled. “Let’s be even more real, we’re lucky he keeps writing us at all!”

Wyllow smirked. “Is that luck, or are we just that cool?”

“I think being his Avatar’s femdom OC waifu harem probably helps keep us in mind,” said Kat with a wry smirk of her own.

The three laughed.

“So, how do you feel, Kitty?” said Wyllow, snuggling a bit more into Kat’s side. “You want to make this a regular thing? Or have you gotten it all out of your system?”

“We won’t mind either way,” said Demi, snuggling into her other side.

Kat smiled and gave them both an affectionate squeeze. “This was very nice. And I would like to keep doing it. But, um, I think I still might want to pace it a bit.” She shook her head and winced slightly. “I need to get used to the hang-overs!”

“Ah, we’ll have you toughened up before you know it!” said Wyllow with a laugh. “But sure, we can make an occasional fling out of it for now.”

“And hey, if you’re interested in any of the others, that’s no problem with us,” said Demi. “We can even grease the wheels there, if you want.”

“I mean, most Omnys wheels are pretty greased from the start already,” said Wyllow.

“True,” said Demi.

Kat let out a soft chuckle. “Honestly, I think the two of you are already as much as I can handle for now. Although, if Cyl and Reignbeau wanted more, I wouldn’t say no.”

Wyllow chuckled, “No argument from us!” She kissed Kat on the cheek. “But for now, we’ll ease you into it.”

She gave them another hug. “Thank you.”

“Hey, what are friends for?” said Demi giving her a kiss on the other cheek.

“Hopefully we can keep being friends onscreen a bit more,” said Kat, and the three chuckled with a knowing glance to the fourth wall.

The three drifted in the afterglow for a bit longer, musing on what future adventures they might roleplay together, and the likelihood of Salamando being arsed enough to write them.

END