“Is that your…tail?” I ask, watching the great fluff swish back and forth excitedly.
Warden spins as he attempts to look at his own behind.
“Yes,” he says, happily. “It is.”
WARDEN
“Ihaven’t been able to shift like this since I was a yearling.” I flick my tail around. “I forgot how much I enjoyed it.”
My Hazel stares at my tail then me before taking a considered bite of her apple. I very much like seeing her eat it, even if it is causing absolute havoc in my trousers, especially now I have a tail.
Having a tail when I wasn’t fully in Brag form was always interesting. And generally not something I could control. Like now.
“It looks good on you,” she says, swallowing her food. “I like it.”
I give my tail a good swish.
“Feels good,” I say, extracting another apple from my bags and biting into it. “I think we will have no trouble today.”
The path from Meg of Maldon’s castle close to the coast winds through the farmland, each field edged with stone built walls and filled with the green of growing crops. While there is magic here, it belongs to the land itself. We pass through several small villages and are greeted by the inhabitants, no doubtwanting a Brag and his mate to stay a while. We are offered food and lodgings.
It seems a shame to refuse. After all, merely being in the presence of my beautiful lady makes me want to mate her. However, I know she is keen to see her sister, and the last thing we want is the damned Bluecap coming looking for us, so, unfortunately we press on into the rising foothills up to the moor tops.
“I think that might be too deep for me to cross,” Hazel says as we reach a ford in a swiftly flowing stream.
She goes down to the water and dips the toe of her boot in it, squinting across to the other side.
“Let me,” I say, giving my tail one final flick as I change to my Brag form and enter the ford. The water has a scent I dislike, one which reminds me of something.
I splash back to Hazel. “My lady.” I offer her my arm, and she takes it so I can swing her up onto my back.
With her safely seated, I re-enter the water.
“My ancestors used to offer strangers passage over the waterways,” I explain as I wade up to my hocks in the chilly stream. “And if they didn’t offer thanks, they’d take them back and dump them in the middle,” I add.
“You know you have my undying thanks.” Hazel chuckles. “I don’t want an early bath.”
My todger reacts instantly, although when the thing hits the cold water, it has a change of mind. It would appear this is the only way the unruly appendage can be managed without placing it into my sweet mate’s cunt.
I place Hazel on her feet once we reach the other side and give myself a good shake before returning to my human form.
“What is it?” Hazel asks as I lift my head to scent the air.
“I’m not sure,” I reply. “Something I have scented before.” I inhale. “I am not sure what.”
Behind us, there is a loud crack of thunder.
“Looks like we’ll be getting wet whatever happens,” Hazel says, gazing back the way we came.
“The moorlands will most likely protect us from the worst of the weather.” I shift back to my Brag form and offer her my hand again. “If you would, my lady, I can take us further and faster.”
“Providing I feed you apples?” Hazel smiles.
“Providing you let me mount you, little mate,” I growl. “Once we reach the Bluecap’s lair.”
I get a rush of her sweet, sweet perfume, and it makes me want to mate her on the spot. Hazel takes my proffered hand, and she is up on my back in a moment. I enjoy the feeling as she gets settled.
“Are you ready, my lady?” I ask.
