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***WARNING - This story contains elements of unconventional sex. If such things make you uncomfortable maybe skip the Epilogue *** Author's Notes: Thanks to all who read and reviewed the first part. After this foray into fantasy adventure I'm going to return to princesses and fancy balls. Enjoy and comment! So, by this point I'm sure you have a few questions, not the least of which is "so if you were trapped in the body of this bosomy centaur filly in a parallel world, how am I reading about it?" Well I'm getting to that, so just be patient. Yes, I was stuck in the body of a pretty, well-endowed centaur girl. Some sort of interdimensional Gestapo officer had dropped into my original body back in my original world, forcing me into this cursed filly form in this bizarre fantasy-ish world and the original owner of this body, Cynthia, off to God-knows-where. My hooves struck the weird stones/shells of the pathway that led up to the dwarf village and my horse rump swayed in a manner reminiscent of a girlish sashay, the thick black tail brushing over my rear legs and more... sensitive parts. My large, newly acquired breasts, squeezed into a borrowed dwarf's shirt bounced and rippled on top of the thin forearms I had crossed underneath them to provide some semblance of support. The fabric of the shirt slipped over my nipples, adding to the feeling of arousal that was buzzing through my brain. I sighed as I looked beyond my womanly boobs to the other set of arms clasped around my slender waist, their sparse scales glinting in the light from the large moon in the sky and the smaller moon orbiting the larger one. They belonged to the mermaid that was lying on my back, her breasts pushing into the roan coat of my horse half. "Hey, this is just a road," she complained. "Can't you keep your fat ass steady?" Lauren, like me, had been forced into this world by the fugitive fleeing the asshole that had stolen my body. Having been trapped in the body of a mermaid she was dependent on me to carry her to the only hope either of us had of getting back into our original bodies; a glowing field a long distance up the mountain. "There's a missing stone up ahead," she said. "Don't step in it." Also, she was being annoying as hell. "Maybe we can find you a wheelchair or something." I brushed my thick, black hair behind my ear as best I could, my arm pushing against the side of my breast as I did, ratcheting the feeling of arousal up another notch. Beside me the flutter of dragonfly wings announced one of the two sprite twins that had been the bane of my existence since being transformed into this busty form. "Hey, peaches," Her voice identified her as Paxx. "if you're gonna carry flippers here up the mountain we might have to rig up some sort of carrying device on you." "I'm not wearing a saddle!" I hissed. "What's a saddle?" her sister, Pixx, flitted up beside her. "Oh! Maybe we can rig up some ropes around your boobs and she can tug on the right one or the left one to tell you which way to go." I swatted at the insect-like creatures and they flitted away, my big boobs jiggling with the motion. I placed an arm over them to get them back under control. My hand squeezed a little bit, almost involuntarily. Almost. Morol, the large orc-woman with a hog nose grunted from her place a few steps ahead of me and motioned with her axe. In the light from the large oil torches that were embedded in the side of the cliff I could make out a shrouded figure leading a small phalanx of shorter figures towards us. As the figures advanced I could make out an almost featureless face underneath the cowl of a cloak. It was Scynga, the lizardwoman who had accompanied our group the majority of the way up the mountain. She held an oil lantern close, underneath her cloak. I remembered how the cold had affected her on the path up to the village. At her side were four short, bearded men, ranging in age from what looked like their mid- twenties to late forties. As their eyes lingered over my torso I was suddenly very aware of my boobs poking out the top of my shirt and my soft, exposed navel. At least I was tall enough to keep them from staring into the tight furrow of my puffed up cleavage. I grumbled and tried to pull loose the tight fitting fabric. I grit my teeth as one of the older ones smiled in my direction. "Hey, there you go, girl," Lauren whispered from my back like some demented conscience. "My name is Greg," I hissed. "Yeah, you look like a Greg," her reply was heavy with sarcasm. "Your Honour," Scynga addressed the dwarf next to the one leering at my chest. "These are the companions I spoke of. This is Morol of the Forest Tribes." Morol grunted. "Sisters of the Sprite Sovereigntess, Pixx and Paxx." "Recognize," Pixx proclaimed. "And this is Cynthia Shianus; finest archer in the prairies... mostly." I demured, looking around nervously. "What about me?" Lauren poked her head around my midriff. Scynga's brow furrowed. "Who are you?" "I'm Lauren... Well, I was. I got stuck-" I jostled my rump, interrupting her talk and making her grasp me tighter around my waist to keep from falling off. The smile of the perverted old dwarf broadened with the vista of my breasts jiggling in my shirt. "It's a long story," I jumped in, trying to add in a feminine little giggle to cover over the fact that both she and I were the very incarnation of the strangeness (well, the other strangeness) that was permeating this world. "As I said," the dwarf man that Scynga had addressed spoke gruffly. "We haven't seen any evidence of the phenomenon you've mentioned. Our citizenry hasn't been acting as you've described. No one has disappeared." "All the same," Scynga hugged the warm lantern a little closer to her scaled body. "Your aid is appreciated by the Ulvant Alliance regardless- " Morol placed a hand on Scynga's shoulder and pointed off the edge of the path to the overlook of the plains far below where we had seen the large bonfires of the army that had formed upon the grasslands. Scynga's voice trailed off as she squinted to make out the flickering lights. "We have very little time," she announced. "We should start up the mountain." "Can't climb in dark," Morol grumbled. "Yeah, I can barely see filly boobs' boobs from here," Paxx agreed. I crossed my arms under my breasts and blew a raspberry that sounded far too much like nickering for my liking. "Very well," the skin around where Scynga's nose should have been wrinkled. "We sleep until we can see our feet." "And food!" Paxx yelped. "I haven't had a drop of nectar since we started this gong show." The leader of the dwarves joined Scynga in staring off the edge of the mountain, his face a litany of worried lines. "Do you think you can keep those forces off the mountain?" Scynga asked. "We will do as we have done since time immemorial," he said grimly. "Not shave?" Pixx flitted around his head. "Doris will provide you with accomodations," he muttered. One of the other bearded dwarves stepped forward and I was surprised to see a hint of a bosom on what must have been a her. "That movie was right!" Lauren's gasped. The female dwarf led us toward the facade of what looked like a building carved directly into the side of the cliff face. It resembled one of those mansions you see in the south, three levels high and with the white columns replaced with statues of dwarves holding the oil torches that lit up the surrounding mountainside. "I am kinda hungry," Lauren's said as I sauntered after her. "What do mermaids and centaurs eat, anyway." I hadn't really thought about it up until that moment, but I was pretty hungry and I didn't have the first idea as to what I was actually supposed to eat in this stupid body. "The filly can sleep in our stables," the dwarf woman said as we passed a domed structure just before we came to the massive facade in the face of the cliff. "Stables?" I placed a hand to my breast in offence. The woman's brow furrowed. "We don't have any rooms in the main village that can accommodate your... structure." "She means your ass is too big," Lauren whispered in my ear. "And there's large trough down there that should fit the mermaid," the dwarf continued. "A trough?" Lauren's grip tightened around my waist. I stood in the stable, glancing back at the short walkway that had led down into the surprisingly large cavern. Before me was a stack of mats woven out of grass and a large deep bowl, not unlike a bucket, filled to the brim with what looked like oats, all illuminated by torches lining the walls. "At least they gave me a spoon." I held up the ladle-like utensil that had accompanied the bowl. "This doesn't make any sense," Lauren pulled her wet seafoam green hair behind her head. The trough had turned out to be a long cistern nearly the size of a small swimming pool dug into the rock and I had just watched the mermaid do a full lap in it. Meanwhile I was relegated to what amounted to a sty. "What?" I mused. "That you're a mermaid, or that I've got big melons and a horse's ass?" "No, I mean, if what you said is true, about people jumping into bodies here then why is there just a big pile of them way down there and no one bothered with all the midgets up here?" "They're dwarves." I picked up the bowl of oats and plunged the spoon in, pulling a large helping of the oats into my mouth. Actually their subtle cinnamon flavour wasn't terrible. "Yeah, maybe they're just too short to be possessed. Hey! Shoo!" She splashed water over one of the big mountain goats that had come to drink from the cistern. "Maybe this place is like a bomb shelt-" A single oat fell out of my mouth, bounced off the soft fat of my breast and did a swan dive into my ample cleavage. Before I knew what I was doing my hand plunged in after it. "Oh!" a sharp gasp escaped my lips as a warm shiver went through my body. My rear hoof clopped against the stone floor and my tail twitched as the warmth pooled with some that was leftover from my encounter with the mermaids. My fingers slipped over the nubile skin. "You okay over there?" Lauren asked. "I-I-I'm going to try to get some sleep," I stammered, my face burning with both embarrassment and arousal. "Hey, this isn't half bad." Lauren picked up the plate of raw fish the dwarves had brought her. "It's like sashimi." "Great," I managed, walking over to my pile of mats before realizing I had no idea how to lie down with this body. After a minute or two of false starts I managed to straddle the mats and lower myself onto them. Keeping my front pointed to the stone wall. I stared at the milky white skin of my boobs in the light of the torches. Carefully I undid the button below the one that had popped off. Exhaling slowly I ran my index finger along the curve of my left breast, stopping just before reaching the outer edge of the sensitive areola. Could I really do this? In a stable with Lauren just a couple of metres away? In this strange body? The warmth in my rump stole away any doubts I had. I had the access. Why not? Bearing the full weight of my massive mammories the last button required only a slight touch to burst apart. The shirt draped over the soft flesh, the hem licking sensually over my midriff. I lifted the left breast experimentally, feeling it's weight and then cautiously reaching for the erect nipple with my thumb and forefinger. "Ungh!" I had to bite down on the knuckle of my other hand to keep from shouting. "What are you doing over there?" Lauren asked. "N-n-nothing!" I managed. "Just trying to get comfortable." What was I doing? My male mind directed my hand to run down the supple belly toward where my male equipment should have been but only came up with the equine coat and muscles. I ran the hand backward over my rump, but was only able to reach the front of my rear leg. A touch of panic set in as I realized what a horrible mistake I had made. I didn't know that playing with the boobs would lead to this! I bit down harder on the knuckle, trying to kill the growing arousal literally coming from my rump. I groaned in frustration. "Um... You need a hand or something?" Lauren asked between bites of fish. "I, um." My mind boggled, unable to think of anything other than addressing the warm feeling that was steadily taking over my body. "Could you..." "Huhn?" "I-I-I need..." "What?" "Could we..." My brain seized. "Can we switch shirts?" I managed to turn around a little and look at where Lauren was lounging in the cistern. "This one's kinda squeezing my boobs." Lauren laughed. "Sure thing, filly boobs. But, this one's pretty wet." I rose up on wobbly legs and walked, breasts hanging out of my shirt, toward the cistern. "I don't mind." I shrugged out of the tight dwarf shirt, catching a glimpse of Lauren staring at my chest as I did so. Part of me wanted her to say something, any sort of comment about my boobs, about their size that we could maybe parley into something, anything that would stop the arousal that was buzzing through my head. "Look at us," was what she did say. "Sleeping in the same room, sharing clothes. This is like the most demented slumber party I've ever been to!" "Yeah, slumber party." I rolled my eyes. "You know I'm not actually a girl, right?" Lauren stared directly at my big, bare breasts as they jiggled softly with every small motion I made. "Filly," she corrected me. "Fine." I made a conscious effort to deepen my silky voice. The cold wet fabric of the shirt didn't completely eliminate my feelings of arousal as I wrapped it around my torso, tying the two halves in a knot, but it took the worst of the edge off. I lowered myself back onto the mats, this time facing towards where Lauren floated in the cistern. I pulled one of the grass mats out from under my rump, rolled it up and pinned it up against the wall with my head. After several moments of trying to reposition myself I pulled the mass of thick hair out of the way and rolled over, allowing my nobby legs to protrude out to the side. "How exactly am I supposed to sleep in here?" Lauren muttered, flopping around inside the cistern. "Ah! Gross! These scales are coming off! This sorcerer better be able to get us back into our bodies." A blush burned into my cheek as my right boob pressed into the wall underneath the mat I had rolled up into a pillow. My tail twitched in arousal. "Tell me about it," I muttered. I was awakened some time later by a strange sensation at my chest. At first I thought the sprites had snuck down into the stables and were continuing their efforts to humiliate me. Aggravated, I brushed at my boobs with my free arm. My eyes snapped open when I hit something much more substantial than a little insect body. That elderly dwarf that had been leering at me earlier in the evening grasped my chest, burying his bearded face in my cleavage. Saliva bubbled from his mouth as he rocked his head back and forth. I watched, speechless and wide-eyed, as my tits flopped around his face. I managed to wrench my rump into a sitting position and shrieked a perfectly girlish shriek. "STOP MOTORBOATING MEEEEE!!" The shrieking did nothing to stop the little monster. "What?" Lauren woke with a splash. "There's a motorboat? Don't let it hit me!" I balled up my small, feminine hand into a fist and slammed it into the little turd's face right between his eyes. They crossed and he fell to the ground in a daze. "You sick little bastard!" I shouted, pushing myself up with all four legs and crossing both arms over my sensitive boobs. "What's going on?" Lauren leaned on the edge of the cistern. "I'm an old man!" He exclaimed with watering eyes. "Who knows if I'm ever gonna get to play with jugs like those again?" "Get the hell out of here!" I screamed. The dwarf picked himself up and barely avoided the hoof I launched at him as he ran past. "Sick little fuck!" I grumbled, tightening the knot that held my shirt closed. "Isn't being a woman great?" Lauren pulled her seafoam green hair behind her ear. "Fan - fucking - tastic!" I stomped a hoof with a click on the stone floor. "I have to get out of this body! These boobs are killing me!" "You sho-" Lauren's caught a look at my face and started to laugh. "Oh my god, you're horny as an army wakeup call!" I felt my face turn red in a blush. "I am not!" "You are too!" she giggled. "I bet you're really warm back there. Feel like you can't sit still?" "Okay! Just... it's leftover from those mermaids!" "And that little guy playing with those gazongas didn't have anything to do with it?" "Shut up!" I tried to turn around, smacking my rump against the stable wall. "Irritable? You just need a little... attention back there." "I swear to God I'm going to trample you, fish face!" "Sshhhhh!" Lauren put her finger to her lips. "Do you hear that?" Past all the buzzing in my head and the pounding of the heart in what felt like my pelvis I managed to make out what sounded like a distant yell. "Outside," Lauren pushed herself up onto the edge of the cistern. I was half way up the ramp to the outside before I remembered to pull her out of the water and up onto my back. She wrapped her arms around my waist and placed her chin on my shoulder, breasts pushing into my woman's back. My powerful legs carried us up the ramp and into the air of early morning where a thin pink horizon was the only sign of the sun. In the light of the torches that were positioned around the carved cliff face I could barely make out shapes rushing through the doors to the structure. As we drew closer I could make out the sound of metal clashing. "Um, maybe we should rethink this," Lauren said from her place clinging to my back. One of the larger shadows cut down one of the smaller ones with the swing of an axe on a long pole. The feeling that Lauren was right crept over me. Before I could even think about trying to back up another shape slipped out of the darkness nearby and was upon me. "Here!" a long piece of wood was thrust into my breast before I could put a hand on it. As my chest bulged around the thin piece of wood the dark figure growled at me with a familiar voice. "Stand here. Run if you must." Scynga glowed in the light of the lantern she held close. She pressed what I discovered was the wooden bow I had been holding when I had first found myself in this body into my boobs. "Shoot anything larger than a dwarf." "Not us," Morol said as she shoved a quiver of arrows on top of the bow. I pushed back a little at the discomfort of having all that pressure on my bosom. Scynga lifted her sword and Morol her axe and the two of them charged off towards the shapes marauding the village. "We're gonna stay here," Pixx said. "Yeah, don't let anyone hurt us, filly boobs," her sister replied. "I don't know how to shoot this thing!" I fumbled with the bow, trying to figure out how to get the quiver looped around my shoulder. "There's one there!" One of the sprites shouted. "Shoot it!" By the time I got everything in position I could hear the sounds of Scynga calling out commands and Morol grunting. I placed the slit at the feathered end of the arrow against the bowstring and tried to hold it steady while pulling back. My arm pushed into the sensitive flesh around my areola and let out a surprised yelp. "These things keep getting in the way!" I muttered at the frustration of having to deal with Cynthia's enormous breasts. "Gimme that thing," Lauren lunged over my shoulder, brushing against my breast as she grabbed the bow. "What makes you think you can do any better?" "One; I don't have boobs as big as my head." My face flushed. It was a bit of an exaggeration, but not by as much as I would have liked. "Two; I've actually shot a bow in the last year." "Really?" "I had a date with a guy who liked bow hunting. He was a creepy survivalist and I got covered in mud, but the point is-" "Alternate universe dating is fascinating and all," Pixx steamed. "But you should probably be shooting!" Lauren grunted, pulling back on the bowstring. It took her two tries to get it all the way back. She held it for a moment, trying to aim at something in the darkness of the mountain facade. "Anytime," I crossed my arms under my breasts. "Turn your massive ass a little to the left." I shuffled my hooves and Lauren released the bowstring with a deep twang. Her seafoam hair bounced against my back. I managed to watch as the arrow disappeared into the darkness and made a clunking sound against the stone of the dwarf village. I looked over my shoulder at Lauren who blushed sheepishly. "Well, I never said I was any good," she said. Some of the noise within the village fell away and in its place there came a thumping sound that was disturbingly familiar. "Ummm," one of the sprites started fluttering back nervously. The large forms of two centaurs, males, galloped out of the stone facade. Long spears were held out from their sides. Their faces were drawn back into sneers of anger. "Run!" Lauren shouted. Panicked, I clamped my hands down over my big soft boobs and started to move. My hooves pounded on the stone and my hair and tail whipped out behind me. Lauren spat as the thick strands enveloped her, wrapping the bow around my waist and holding onto it for support. "Meet you up the pass by sunrise, filly boobs!" Pixx shouted. "Don't get killed!" Pixx added as the two of them buzzed off into the trees. "I still have a whole bunch of big boob jokes to use!" For a moment I had no idea where I was supposed to run to. I looked down the path that we had originally come up only to see the form of another male centaur galloping towards us. Then, to my left I saw a trail running up the side of the mountain, running flush against the face, parallel to the path we had come up. My huge chest bounced and jiggled between my fingers as I pushed my body a little faster, veering up the trail just before I ran into the third centaur. He skittered past the path behind me, trying to corner sharply and crashing into the mountainside. The other two galloped past him after me. "Shoot!" I shouted as Lauren fishy tail slapped against my rump. "I need to hold on!" she replied. "I don't have legs to grip with!" I grit my teeth and tried to force my knobby legs to move faster, but even as I found a little more speed the three male centaurs closed on us. As the path curved around the side of the mountain it began to narrow, forcing me to draw closer and closer to the wall. Suddenly, up ahead I could make out a section where the trail dwindled down to a width that may have been wide enough for a normal human to inch across, but with my horse body there was no way I was going to make it. My mind raced as the ledge approached. "Get ready to shoot!" I shouted. Lauren peeked over my shoulder and pulled the bow tighter against my soft, feminine abdomen. My hooves skidded on the stone of the trail, kicking up some of the moss that was growing there. Lauren was thrust into my back. I managed to come to a complete stop just short of the ledge, my thick hair bouncing up over my shoulders. Lauren released the bow from around my belly and drew an arrow from the quiver. She flipped over on my back and as I heard the thumping of hooves behind us I heard the arrow being released from the bow. I managed to turn my head over my shoulder in time to see the arrow skip from a shallow angle off the mountain wall and strike one of the oncoming centaurs in the muscular horse breast. His leg buckled and he fell against he wall. One of the others coming behind him attempted to hurdle the sliding nether regions, but got caught up in the legs, tripping his way over to the looming edge of the trail. His scream echoed off the wall as his hands grasped futily at the stone, pulling out clumps of the moss as he slipped over the side. "Think you can get that lucky a couple more times?" I asked quietly as the third centaur vaulted over the first who was slowly pushing himself back to his feet with his spear. I managed to turn my large body around, placing my torso between our pursuers and Lauren as she nocked another arrow. But before she could pull back the bowstring the centaur had gapped the distance between us, reached around my torso ripping the bow out of Lauren's hands. My slender hands shoved against his large chest, trying to push him off the ledge. With my woman's arms it was like pushing against the mountain itself. A sneer crossed his bearded face as he grasped both of my wrists with a single meaty hand and forcefully lifted them over my head. "No," I managed a whimper. "Get away from her!" Lauren shouted. "Lookit this," The centaur called to the other who was limping toward us. He slid the blade of his spear along the soft skin of my curvy belly and underneath the knot I had tied in the shirt to keep it closed. "No, please," I begged as the blade cut into the cloth of the shirt. My massive breasts burst into the cold mountain, their nipples stiffening as the sharp, cool blade touched the edge of the areolas. I shuddered as my sensitive flesh responded. "Just kill them," the other muttered as he broke off the arrow sticking out of his muscles. "You do this every time and it's disgusting." The large hand dropped the spear and cupped my left breast, rolling the erect nipple between his thumb and finger, the fat spilling around his fingers. A moan left my lips involuntarily. "Get off of her!" Lauren's arms flailed around my back. "At least let me take care of this one," the second centaur grabbed one of the scaly arms and pulled Lauren from my back. "We can't abandon a mission every time you get a hard on." "You are one lucky female," the centaur holding me sneered. "I've pleasured females on six different world's in a number of different forms." My eyes widened in horror. My rear hoof brushed over the edge of the cliff as I tried to back up. But even as panic began to overtake me a thought intruded. In this body the relevant parts of my anatomy were all the way in the rear, hanging out over the abyss, right next to the powerful strikes from my rear legs. There was no way this was going to happen. Unfortunately that didn't get me out of his grip. "Okay, fish girl," the centaur holding Lauren threw her over his back. "Time for you to join our compatriot that you caused the death of." I struggled frantically against the grip of the centaur as Lauren was carried towards the edge of the cliff. He released my breast and grabbed my hair, pulling my head backward painfully. "Don't struggle," he hissed. Lauren's body flopped and flapped against the other's struggling arms, her slippery body sliding down his torso a few centimeters. Her tail brushed against the remnant of the arrow shaft protruding from his muscle and came down hard. The eyes of her captor bulged and a gasp died with a gurgle in his throat. Lauren slid to the ground, crawling on her arms over a bed of moss to where the bow had fallen when it had been knocked out of her hand. Her attempt to reach the arrow a meter away was dashed as the remaining centaur brought his rear hoof down on the shaft, breaking it into three pieces. "You little bitch!" the centaur shouted, trying to stomp on Lauren's arm. His grip tightened on my wrists as he kicked at the mermaid who rolled out of the way. He laughed and sunk his scraggly face onto my left breast, pinching the nipple between his teeth. I slammed my eyes shut as a wave of humiliation washed over me. This couldn't be happening! The rough lips pursed on the soft flesh of my areola and I gasped as a little surge went through first my woman's torso and then my horse rump. A tear of helplessness ran down my puffy cheeks. His head came away from my chest, a disgusting grin on his face. "They're definitely the biggest melons on six worlds," He laughed. I looked over his shoulder at where Lauren was trying to crawl towards us, the bow still clutched in her hands. As the shock of having my boobs forcibly fondled disappeared a sudden hatred of the feeling of helplessness and the sneering face replaced it. I grit my teeth and slammed my forehead into the wide nose in the centre of that face. Pain shot through my skull as thick brown hair fell over my eyes and my bare boobs flopped against my ribs. The centaur shrieked and through the tears welling up in my eyes I could see blood gushing over his lips. His hands fell away from my wrists, frantically shielding the geyser of blood. "Filly slut!" he screamed. Through the ringing of my head I managed to unsling the quiver from over my shoulders and toss it inelegantly over the centaur. The arrows spilled over the ground next to Lauren's who scrambled to retrieve one, nocking it on the string. Her breath wheezed over her lips as she pulled the arrow back. The string twanged and the arrow whistled, catching the centaur in the flank. He howled and reared back, front legs kicking. I seized the opportunity and rushed forward, plowing my smaller body into his while he was off balance. Staggering into the mountainside, the arrow crunching sickeningly into his ribs. A second arrow caught him just below the armpit spurting blood over the rock face. Spying it on the ground I lowered myself and grasped the shaft of the spear he had been carrying and shoved the spearhead into the exposed ribs. The centaur managed half a howl and then blood bubbled up in his throat. As he slumped to the knees of his front legs I raised one of mine and delivered a swift kick to his underside. "That's what you get, fucker!" my female voice shouted as his large body fell to the stone. I folded my arms over my bare boobs. My shirt could no longer be fully closed. Hanging loose it draped over my erect nipples, but the soft curves of my inner breasts were fully on display. "Yes I can," Lauren's wheezed as I walked over to where she lay. "What?" I extended a slender hand to her. "Yes, I can get that lucky a couple more times," she replied. "Uh, you got lucky one more time," I pulled Lauren into my arms, cradling her like a child. "I killed that one." "Bullshit!" Lauren place a hand on my boob to steady herself then removed it as I blushed. "I shot him." "I stabbed him!" "Only because I shot him!" "Only because I headbutted him!" "I distracted him!" "Well... he groped me!" I shouted loud enough that my voice echoed against the wall of the mountainside. Lauren climbed around onto my back, grasping me around my belly. "Have you ever killed any one before?" She looked at the two centaur bodies. "Of course not." I pulled some of my long thick hair behind my ear. "Feel bad about it?" I looked at the body of the one who had fondled me, gritting my teeth as a swell of anger made me want to kick his corpse. "Not really. Besides, I thought you did it." Lauren's pressed her chin into my shoulder. "What the hell are these pricks doing?" "I think they're after the same thing we are." I motioned up the side of the mountain. "They want the guy at the top of this thing." "Well," Lauren's sighed. "How are we going to get up there?" "I..." My voice trailed off as I looked at the gap in the trail. "Think you can jump it?" "I don't know," I muttered, my tail twitching nervously. "I don't know how far Cynthia could jump. I'd need to at least take a run at it." "And there's a lot of corpses cluttering things up." I sighed and grabbed the groper's fallen body by the arm, pulling with my thin girl arms and powerful horse legs. The body slid with considerable difficulty far enough away from the stone wall that I could get between the two and push with my rear legs. The asshole's corpse slipped over the edge, a muffled thud announced his striking a small outcropping a little ways down. "You could help me with this," I groaned as I pushed the other centaur towards the edge of the shelf. "Yeah, what with all the legs I have," Lauren replied with a short cough. "Besides I'm covering you." I heard the bowstring stretch behind me as the second body fell over the edge. Swinging around carefully I stared at the gap between the ledge on which I stood and the one leading up the side of the mountain. Exhaling slowly to try and steady myself I felt my boobs brush against fabric of my shirt. "Getting out of these jugs," I whispered in a voice I was confident Lauren wouldn't be able to hear. "Getting out of these jugs." I crossed my arms over the softly bobbing flesh underneath the remains of my shirt. They bounced furiously as I broke into a run-gallop. My thick hair flew out behind me as adrenalin surged through me. For a moment I had to admit that it didn't feel too bad to be able to run this fast. Lauren hugged herself close to my back. My hooves cracked against the stone and thudded into the lichen. As the gap approached my hands came instinctively away from my chest in an effort to pick up more speed. In the wind my shirt flew open and the knowledge that my boobs were flying around naked was lost in the attempt to jump the gap. Lauren shrieked in my ear as I leapt, her hands shook loose from around my waist and clamped down on my chest. I screamed as a warm jolt went through me, scattering my focus as the other side of the chasm loomed up beneath me. My front hooves skidded on the edge of the ledge. The back pair were not as fortunate as my rump slipped back over the cliff. I panicked and leaned forward, grasping frantically with my thin hands at the rock and trying to keep my seemingly frictionless hooves on the ledge. A second shriek from Lauren's mouth next to my ear barely registered against the knowledge that my huge butt was pulling me over a cliff to my death. "Let go of my tits!" I managed to croak as my rear leg found purchase in a crevice for leverage. My left nipple popped out from between her fingers. Lauren juggled my boobs in her hands as I pulled my rump up onto the ledge, catching a glimpse of the long drop into the precipice below. Her hands shuddered as her weight came down on my back and after a moment or two she managed to pull them away from my breasts. I exhaled, blushing fiercely as a warm sensation filled me, a mixture of relief and the stimulation of Lauren's hands moving over my boobs. I bit my soft lip and tried to wait for it to pass as Lauren slumped against my back, pushing her tiny frame against me. The two of us lay there breathing heavily. My tail twitched with arousal and I closed the remnants of my shirt over my bosom, pulling it so tight that my cleavage popped up nearly into my face. "Let's not do that again," Lauren's heavy breathing came raspily. "Yeah. I don't think centaurs are meant to climb mountains." "Or mermaids. I..." She seemed to be having trouble catching her breath. "...hate to do this... I... need water." I realized that the sopping wet shirt she had been wearing when we had started out from the dwarf village felt bone dry against my back. "Aww," I turned around on the ledge. Over the side I could make out the meandering river I had plunged into the evening before. Where did you find water up on a mountain? "You couldn't have said that before I jumped?!" "Sorry," she coughed. I looked up towards the strange glow that was emanating from the peak. As Lauren weakly hugged her arms around my supple navel I started up the path with the knowledge that the best hope to keep her from suffocating on dry land was to get to our goal. "It'll be okay," I said with my smooth female voice. "You're going to be fine." My hooves clacked against the rock of the ledge as I quickly moved up the side of the mountain, keeping one hand on the rock face to keep from veering towards the edge. The other clasped my shirt closed over my big boobs, still heaving with the exertion of jumping the gap. "I could try spitting on you," I said. "You're... hilarious," Lauren gasped. The ledge curved upward sharply and I had to slow down or risk sliding back down on my frictionless hooves. Lauren's wheezing in my ear pushed me to try to move faster and a fortunate patch of lichen allowed me to crest the incline onto a flat plateau. There I found myself staring over a new precipice, this time without a new ledge on the other side. "Oh..." Lauren moaned. "Filly boobs!" a familiar voice came from somewhere nearby. I swiveled my head around and came up with a tight crevice at kneeling height. I leaned over, breasts dangling within my open shirt. Inside fluttered the two sprites, their tiny hands going up over their faces. "Ah! Jeez! Shove them right in our faces why don't you?" Pixx's voice squeaked. "Yeah, we get it, you have big boobs!" Paxx shouted. "Now get in here before they come back!" My tail twitched in irritation, but I gathered my thoughts. "We need water!" "Sshhh! Okay, just get in here!" "There's a gaggle of harpies trying to get at the Sorcerer, but they can't get through the field." "So they're making sure the path is clear." "Now get in!" I looked at the crevice and then past Lauren's slumped over form at my huge rump. "I don't think I can fit in there," I said. "Well this is the only way up," Pixx replied. "Get your big butt in here!" I looked once again at Lauren, clutching weakly around my middle and listened to her raspy breath. If I didn't move quickly she was going to suffocate right there on my back. I lowered myself to my four knees and waddled toward the crevice, boobs bouncing against each other as I grasped the edges of the rock. I ducked my head, thick black hair obscuring the world around me as I tried to squeeze my torso, with its squeezable bosom into the small hole. My tender nipples brushed against the rough granite and I pulled back, my face flushed and my nether parts throbbing. I pushed farther into the hole only to have Lauren's head bump into the top of the crevice. There was no way she was going to be able to fit through the hole while riding on my back. I reached around in the same way I would take off a backpack and managed to get my arm around Lauren's waist. "Can you crawl through this hole?" I asked as I pulled her into my arms. "Sure thing, Mommy," she sputtered raspily, putting a hand on my breast. "If you live through this I'm going to sit my big ass on your head." I lowered her into the hole. "Awww, kinky!" one of the sprites exclaimed. "Shut up! Wait, here!" I stripped Lauren's shirt from her cracking, dry skin, holding her naked body to my half-bare bosom. "Find some water and soak this in it!" "Double kinky!" "Do it!" "Geez, this shirt was tough enough to carry when it was dry." The shirt disappeared through the hole with the buzzing of dragonfly wings. I furrowed my brow as a sound overtook the buzzing, a fluttering of feathers that came along with a shadow that blocked out the rising sun. "Whata we got 'ere?" A voice squawked. I squinted in an attempt to filter out the glare of the sun with my thick eyelashes and managed to make out the figure of two men with feathery bird wings in stead of arms hovering there. Their scaly clawed legs opened and closed menacingly as they glared at me over their beak- like noses. Lauren nuzzled her naked body into my big warm boobs, her seafoam green hair falling over my smooth belly. "Don't rightly know," the one on the right said. "Bit 'o sapphic wonder." "I'll say!" the other replied. "Looka the size a dem titties!" I stomped a hoof on the stone of the mountain, black hair falling over my face. "Why is everyone obsessed with my boobs!" I shouted, momentarily distracted from the danger of having two more of the interlopers flying above us. "'Cause dey's too big to ignore!" the one on the left laughed. "Makes me wish we'da dropped into bodies with Willies," his partner replied. "'stead of... What was it? Cloaca?" "Oh well. Dey may be cute, but we'd betta kill 'em." As they folded their wings I hurriedly shoved Lauren into the crevice, shoving with all the strength I could muster. She slid over the granite, leaving a thin trail of shimmering, dry scales behind her. I managed to squeeze my busty torso into the hole, but was uncertain of how I was going get my huge rump inside when I felt the sting of a set of claws scratching at my flank. Wincing, I shoved Lauren farther down the short tunnel into what looked like a larger cavern beyond. I lowered my front legs, barely managing to get the front of my horse half into the hole, kicking blindly with my rear hooves. A second scratch across my rump was followed by the feeling of weight on my body as one of the harpies landed on me, digging in his claws. I shouted and kicked frantically as I tried to crawl forward with my front legs. A shudder went up my rear leg as it connected with a slight body. The sound of a cracking bone was accompanied by a scream of pain, muffled by the flesh that was filling the hole. The one that had landed on my butt tightened its grip I managed to lower my rear legs. Sucking in my ribs I pulled the rest of my body, trailing my legs behind me. The harpy that had grabbed on to me released its grip when he realized he didn't have the strength to prevent my going in. He settled for ripping the quiver off my back. With my front legs positioned directly beneath my torso every small waddling step pushed the knobby joints into my chest. I winced as the soft fat spilled around my legs and my large breasts bounced against each other. "Getting out of these jugs," I whispered as my rump rubbed against the roof of the tunnel, stinging horribly where the claws had cut me. "Getting out of these jugs." I brushed the hair out of my face and pushed Lauren into the widened mouth of the cavern, emerging myself into the pitch blackness of the larger tunnel. I stood back up to my full height, running a hand over my rump. The claw marks were bloody, but didn't seem terribly deep. They'd need attention, but weren't life threatening at the moment. The gasping sounds that Lauren was making in the darkness on the other hand... "Sprites!" I called with my high voice. "Where'd you go?" I groped around, finding Lauren's naked torso and pulling her into my arms, my boobs resting on hers. "It's okay," I said as she struggled to breathe. "Not going to let you die in this crazy-assed place." Cradling her in my arms I staggered blindly forward in the dark, using my wrists and elbows to map out the edges of the cavern in my mind. As I moved forward a vision of myself stepping into some kind of bottomless pit or running into some foul monster inhabiting the cavern filled my head. The fear mixed in with the need to get Lauren somewhere she could breathe. The mixture dulled my thoughts and made the trek forward excruciating. "And I am not dying as a big boobed filly," I hissed. As I stepped around a curve in the cavern wall I could make out a faint blue light in the tunnel ahead. Squinting in the darkness my hooves clopped against the stone with forced restraint. I had traversed nearly half the distance between me and the light when Lauren's gasps stopped. "No, no, no," I squeaked, moving faster until I hit my head on the ceiling of the tunnel. I moaned and ducked under the overhang and kept going, finally making out the source of the blue light. "Um, hi filly boobs," Paxx muttered sheepishly as her luminous body bobbed in the web woven across a small alcove in the rock. "Lauren can't breathe!" I shouted, my soft voice echoing through the cavern. "Yeah, well... We found this pool a little ways down that offshoot, but..." "But what?!" "Thing is, water in places like this is usually inhabited. A three headed snake chased Pixx up the tunnel and I... kinda got caught here. I think whatever made this web must be dead or it would have- Hey! Where are you going?!" "Down that way?!" I motioned to a dark opening barely visible in the light the sprite was giving off. I didn't wait for a response, I just started off down the offshoot. "Little help?!" Paxx shouted. I had barely gone a dozen steps down the offshoot before I found my hooves covered by water. I knelt down and placed Lauren in the shallow pool. The water smelled stale, but Lauren hadn't had a problem breathing air as long as her gills were moist. The water at this depths barely covered the bottom of the slits along her ribs so I splashed it along the sides of her bare torso. I knelt down, lowering my horse half into a lying position and placed a hand between her soft breasts. There were still no signs of breathing. Feeling around I found her mouth and without even thinking I pressed my soft lips to hers and blew a breath into her mouth. I felt the same breath come out the gill slits as they flared open. I splashed a little more water over the gills and then pressed our lips together and breathed again. A faint blue light glowed over us for an instant and then it was gone. I heard voices in the tunnel as I kept breathing into Lauren's lips and dousing water over the gill slits. As I delivered another breath the glow turned down the tunnel offshoot and hovered over us. "Will you hurry- Whoa! Maybe we should give these two some privacy!" "She's not breathing!" I shouted at Pixx as she buzzed over top of Lauren's face. "Hey!" she shouted, grabbing Lauren's nose and shaking. "Breathe, flipper!" "That's not going to-" My shouts died when the gill slits began to move on their own. Lauren began coughing, her eyes opening slowly and focusing, first on Pixx who flew up above us and then on me. She tried to rise up into a inclined position, but I put a hand on her chest and lay her back down. "You are a beautiful sight, filly boobs," she rasped before her breathing returned to normal. I pursed my lips in frustration and tugged my shirt over my large breasts as she reached a trembling hand up and tried to touch me. I grabbed her hand and held it, trying to resist the moment of intimacy between us. "Are you all right? Can we keep going?" I asked. "I am going to be picking this crap out of my hair for months!" A tiny shout echoed down as a much more muted blue glow filled the mouth of the tunnel. "Hey! I can't see a damn thing! This is minotaur shit!" The three of us looked over to see a faint blue glow emanating from underneath the shirt Lauren had been wearing. The shirt moved slowly down the stone tunnel in the wrong direction. "Will you get over here?" Pixx called. "Where the hell is here?" Paxx's voice came from underneath the shirt. Pixx sighed, flew over and retrieved the shirt from the floor. Paxx shook her head and wings as the shirt came off of her and in the light of her blue glow I could make out strands of the webbing she had been stuck in still fouling up her wings and hair. She sighed and started walking the long distance (for her size) to us. Her sister dropped the shirt into my hands and I quickly submerged it in the pool beside Lauren. "I think I'll be okay," she said hoarsely. "The air in here isn't as dry as outside." I wrapped the shirt gently around her slippery skin, leaving it to her to button. My eye twitched as a strange feeling welled up within my nether regions. "All right," I said, pulling Lauren up. "Let's get out of these bodies... cause I think all this water is making me want to pee, and I don't think I can handle that." Lauren took up her place ono my back, hugging her arms around my middle a little tighter than she had before, pressing her cheek into my shoulder. I furrowed my brow, but began clopping my way to the main trunk of the tunnel. "Hey!" Paxx yelled as I approached. "Gonna need a ride here!" I sighed. "You know, I'm not a pack mule." "And I'm not a lantern, but you're using me like one. Now, uppy!" I lowered my hand and allowed the sprite to climb onto it, placing her on top of my head, in my thick black hair, where I could use the glow she emitted to see in the dark. "It looks a lot softer down there." From the context I could tell she was talking about my chest. "You're not riding on my boobs," I hissed. "Yeah, they bounce around so much I almost threw up the last time." I ignored her and started down the tunnel. "Can you check the tunnel ahead," I asked Pixx who hovered next to me. "Uhhhhh, no," she replied. "That stupid snake is still down there somewhere. And... fuck that thing in all three of its heads." "Fine," I grumbled. In the light from the sprites' skin I made my way down the tunnel. After a couple of minutes I came across a wiggling length of white scales. The three heads rose up off the stone and hissed. All told it wasn't any longer than my forearm. "Ahhh! Kill it! Send it to the land of fire and torment!" Pixx screamed. A well-placed kick of my front hoof launched the serpent against the wall. It lay on the tunnel floor, flopping around for a moment and then slithering back down into the dark of the tunnel. "Grow a spine," I muttered, ignoring the soft bouncing of my chest with the motion of the kick. "Pfft. Spines are for losers," Paxx said from her place on my head. She rapped a tiny fist on my forehead. "All bones, really." We continued up the tunnel's slight incline for what might have been minutes or an hour or more - without the sun it was impossible to tell - before a literal light at the end of the tunnel appeared. I moved as fast as I was able towards it, my hooves clip-clopping and my chest bouncing all over the place. Lauren's arms tightened around me. Paxx fell off my head and I found her hanging directly in my face. "Um, the webbing's stuck to your hair," she managed before I flicked my head to get the hair out of my face. She screamed but remained stuck to the side of my head as I emerged from the darkness of the passage into the shadow of a rocky path between two rocky walls. From where I stood I could see a turn in the path that would lead us up to... The palace appeared to have been constructed in a style similar to that of the dwarf village, carved directly into the rock face. There were columns like I had seen in pictures of Rome. A massive set of double doors stood behind these columns. Along the upper level was a large balcony hanging over the facade of the palace. But what really caught my eye was the bubble of shimmering light surrounding the entrance. It was the same light I had seen farther down the mountain and extended to a point that was obscured by the rock wall lining the path. It glittered in the light from the sun, shifting as I walked down the path. "We're almost there," Lauren sighed. "Yeah, doesn't look like there's too much more in the way of obstacles either," I grabbed the hand she was clasping my waist with. "Why'd you have to say that?" Pixx asked. "Now everything's going to go all screwy." "Not that anyone cares," Paxx muttered in my ear. "But I'm still stuck in filly boobs' hair." "Can you scope out the path up ahead?" I asked her sister as I ran my fingers through my thick black hair. Paxx howled violently but came out with only a few strands of hair stuck to her. "As long as there aren't any more snakes." Pixx was off like a shot up the rocky path. "Okay!" I looked down at Paxx standing on my palm, struggling to unravel herself from the hair and webbing. "As one of only two remaining members of the original expedition I'm laying down what's going to happen." "You are?" Lauren leaned over my shoulder. "Yeah. We get up there and we're going to get that old geezer... or whoever he is, to kick all of the body-jackers out of this world." I blinked. "I don't know, that's a pretty detailed plan, what if he doesn't understand it?" "He sends every one of you... other people home. We don't get rid of everyone we get rid of no one." "Whatever," I said as her sister buzzed back towards us. "Yup, there's not really a lot between us and the palace," the sprite said. "Just one great big dwarf giant standing in the middle of the path." "What?!" Both Lauren and I exclaimed at once. "You all hard of hearing all of a sudden?" "The same one as before?" Lauren pressed anxiously into my back. "What am I a giant biologist?" "How can it be a 'dwarf' giant?" I wondered out loud. "Well you can get past it, can't you?" Lauren asked. "It didn't seem to notice you the last time." While I listened to Lauren interrogating the sprite I noticed a flicker in the light just outside of the shadow we were standing in. I tilted my head around looking for what was causing the flickering. In the aura of shine around rocky wall I could make out a small black shape that grew larger as it descended. "Shit!" I exclaimed as I recognized the winged figure of the male harpy that had chased us into the tunnel only a short time earlier. I pulled my flank against the rockface, where the shadows would keep us from being noticed. "That bird-brained jackass is back," Paxx captioned the situation before I could manage. "If either one of them sees us we're screwed," Lauren said. I kept my eyes on the ridge of the rock wall looming up around us. My eyes narrowed as an idea began to form in my head. "I think I know how to get around both of them," I breathed. "But we need a way to get that giant-" "Dwarf giant," Pixx interjected. "I'm not called it that!" I hissed. "We need to get it into the right spot." "You mean that giant that likes to kidnap females?" Paxx asked with feigned innocence. "Um, yeah," my soft female voice trailed off. "Well, like flipper here pointed out, we're too small," Pixx said. "Ummmmm..." "And I couldn't get away if I needed to," Lauren joined in. "Ummmmm..." "What we would need is someone with tatas so big and bodacious that even a giant wouldn't be able to miss 'em." I groaned and stared down at the curves of my boobs, outlined by the remnants of my shirt. I had just roped myself into a huge trap. "Fuuuuuuck." So, you'll notice that I didn't detail the plan? That's a dramatic device. I used it to increase the suspense. Though, I guess it might be kind of obvious. Whatever. I stood nervously, my four knees shaking and my thin feminine hands cupped over my otherwise bare boobs. I had had to give up what was left of my shirt for the plan. I peered around the corner at where the giant was sitting, it's tiny legs folded up and it's fingers digging in its various orifices. I breathed a sigh of relief. I was worried that one of the interlopers might have jumped into its body, but I doubted one of them would sit around picking their nose.It looked like the creature had just wandered up the mountain and gotten distracted by the glowing field. The harpies had to be the first of them up the mountain, but more would be on the way as soon as they secured the dwarf village. For the first time I found myself worrying about what had happened to Scynga and Morol, but I quickly put the thought out of my mind. I looked down at the jiggling flesh held in my hands, rising and falling as I breathed heavily. I had a job to do. "Getting out of these jugs," I whispered to psych myself up. Watching the sky I caught a glimpse of the harpy as it descended past the lip of the canyon. That was the cue to go. I inhaled deeply, making my boobs bulge in my hands, and stepped out into view of the giant, swaying my large rump and twitching my tail. I lowered my hands to the point where they were still supporting my boobs, cupping them into huge, soft globes with small, nubile nipples dancing erectly. I gave a little bounce with my front legs making the flesh ripple then bit my lip and rubbed my hands over my smooth skin. I quickly ignored a thought that admitted this was starting to feel pretty good. "Mmmm," I hummed, hating myself for doing so. "What do you think... um, big boy?" The crusty eyes widened as they stared at me. The tiny legs uncrossed and the massive arms pushed the body into a standing position. "Boooooooooobies!" the slimy mouth bellowed. I managed to back up a few steps without tripping over my hooves, supporting my bare breasts with my left hand and forearm as I ran the right through my hair. My face was burning with embarrassment as the warm fat bounced against my arm. With a grim shock I realized that not only was my male brain liking their feel in my hands, but my female nerves were liking the feel of my hands on their skin. My rear legs shook as the now too familiar arousal spiked beneath my tail. "Mmmm. That's right, this way," I beckoned with my feminine voice. The ground trembled slightly under my hooves as the huge arms swung the large body toward me, running up my legs and into my chest. I backed up another two steps, trying to glance around my boobs for the place on the rock I was supposed to stop at. I caught a glimpse of Lauren lying in the shade close to the tunnel we had come out of. She mouthed 'Never gonna work' in my direction. I kept an ear open for the sounds that should have been coming from up on the rock wall that surrounded me. The giant had now halved the distance between us and I was getting a little nervous. The small rocky hump where I had to stop passed next to my right front leg. "Come onnnnn," I called with feminine wiles I didn't even know I had. "BOOOOOOBBBBIIIIEEESSSS!" the proximity of the giant made its voice that much louder. As the bellow died away I heard some high pitched yelling coming from the rocky ridge. Now I just had to keep the giant in place for long enough. I adjusted my position gave an enticing rub of my chest, my eyes widening as a warm rush welled up inside of me. My rump pushed into the rock wall and my tail started twitching like crazy. The ground shook under me and it was hard to tell if the jiggling of my boobs was because of that, or the anxious pounding of my heart as the creature reared up before me. He had stopped in exactly the right place and I didn't dare try to cover up in case it startled him off. "Um, hi?" I managed as a large drop of drool fell from the giant's mouth, splashing over the rock at my feet. A happy gurgle came out of the bubbling lips and one of the hands reached out with a fingertip the size of my head and pressed it into my right breast, smooshing the flesh gently against my chest. "Ah! Ah!" I gasped as the dirty finger quivered over my nipple. My rump pressed farther into the rock wall. "What's going on up there?!" There was the sound of shouting from the top of the wall, followed by a screech and then an almighty crash. A huge boulder tipped over the wall and with a mass of feathers and what was definitely my shirt, tumbled over the side. I managed to pull myself away from the finger molesting my boobs and, wrapping my hands over them, started to run back towards where Lauren waited as the giant raised its head. The precariously perched boulder dropped off the side of the rocky wall, picking up enough speed to land a powerful blow on the side of the giant's head and then again on its shoulder. The first howl died on its lips as its eyes crossed and its shoulder cracked. The boulder, the harpy still pinned to it, rolled onto the ground next to the giant as it fell over. I felt a ripple in my breasts as first the former and then the latter hit the ground. "I can not-" Lauren got three words out before a loud moan escaped from the giant. "I can not-" A loud shriek from the harpy silenced her again. "I can not..." She paused. "Believe that worked." I pulled her from the ground and onto my back and started walking over to where the boulder had fallen, the giant's leg lying over the edge of it. "I wouldn't have gone out there like this if I didn't think it would work," I said. The harpy flopped around on the rock path, his wing pinned underneath the boulder, clearly crushed. The clawed feet grasped around in the empty air before reaching his face in an impressive display of flexibility and grabbing at the cloth covering his head. "We got him, filly boobs!" one of the sprites shouted as she buzzed down next to my face. "I didn't think he was going to take the bait, but then Paxx called him- What was it?" "Dickless." Paxx followed her sister, wings still a little gummed up. "Yeah! And he just came right at us. It was tricky getting the angle right-" "No, you suck at geometry." "And he ran head-first into the shirt. What a maroon!" "Moron." "I'm gonna kill you bitches!" the harpy shrieked as he ripped the cloth, which was actually the sorry remnants of my shirt. "You wait! You just wait till our boys get up here!" Keeping one arm over my gently shaking bosom I tried to grab the tattered shirt from the talons. The harpy's eyes flashed angrily as I did and the talons quickly sliced what remained to ribbons and then threw them in my face. I grumbled angrily, now reduced to parading around permanently naked. I placed a hoof on the hardy's free wing. The sparse bone snapped with the slightest pressure and the creature screamed, causing the giant to moan beside him. "Mrph, boobies." "Tell your boys hello when they get here," I said, tossing my long hair over my shoulder dismissively. "Yeah!" Paxx shouted at him. "Are you sure you want to go back?" Pixx asked me. "You're actually becoming a pretty awesome filly." I narrowed my eyes angrily at her, but I had to admit that the sensation of my forearm against the smooth skin of my nubile breasts was starting to feel pretty good. And even Lauren's arm around my sloping waist was a bit of a turn on. The sooner I got back into my own body the better. We left the harpy flopping and bellowing, crippled next to the completely dazed giant and made our way further up the stone path. "I mean, the sheer number of variables that had to line up, and all at the same time," Lauren rambled almost directly into my ear. "There was no way that whole thing should have worked." "Would you shut up!" I hissed as we approached the edge of the blue field surrounding the palace carved into the mountainside. We stood there for a moment, uncertain of what to do next. Obviously the harpies hadn't been able to get inside, but was it just a barrier or would it kill us if we touched it or something in between? "So, go ahead," Lauren said. "I'm not touching an ominous shimmering barrier," I replied. "Step to it, twins." "Ha! You're getting funnier, filly boobs." Pixx lit on my shoulder. I looked at the barrier and pursed my plush lips, trying not to concentrate on the uncertainty of whether I was currently really turned on or if I really had to pee. Both possibilities were starting to freak me out. I started to reach out a slender hand towards the glimmering field. "WHAT DO YOU WANT?!" A voice boomed from out of the palace, causing me to start and dropping my arm away from my breasts. I stood there jiggling as the great door of the palace groaned open. From the dark interior a small form appeared, rolling on a pair of wheels that clattered over the stone. Its form resembled a throne with a high back and large arms. It was empty save for what looked like a person's face carved into its royal blue back. I was so surprised by its appearance that I just stood there with my boobs hanging out until Lauren cupped her hands over them. I yelped. "I have to hold onto you anyway, I might as well take the bra job," she whispered. "They are pretty nice." The two-wheeled throne rolled down the ramp towards us, two unblinking sapphire eyes scanning the four of us. Its plastic-like mouth opened and a voice came out. "You scum will not get to the master. No way, no how." "Open up, you ass bucket!" Paxx shouted. "There's an army of dickheads taking over everything and we need the Sorceror's help," Pixx added. I was too busy trying to get over the sensation of Lauren's hands supporting my breasts to say much of anything. I stole a brief look down at the way her fingers pressed into the fat and whimpered a little. "The master is aware of the interlopers," the mobile throne said as it appr