Swords, Sorcery, and Sex in the World of Greyhawk - Chapter 4 - Part 3

Chapter 4: Transformations - Part 3

When they arrived at the camp, they found everyone there. The other girls had heard the scream too, but taken longer to get back. Maria was propped up on a bedroll, Casmir still sitting beside her.

"Piotr!" He called when the pair came back, grateful for an excuse to stand up. "That was wonderful, what you did."

Peter blushed at the praise.

"I just..."

"Your arm!" Casmir said, seeing the puncture wounds and dried blood. "Let me see it."

"It's nothing, only a flesh wound. Doesn't hurt. Honest!" Peter replied, pulling it out of Casmir's reaching hands. Not entirely persuaded, Casmir turned to Maria.

"Mrena. Peter is the one that saved ye. He got here the quickest and drove it off with his bare hands. Look at his arm--the Measzel bit him but he still killed it in time to keep you safe."

"Thanks, Peter." Maria said wanly. Her color had returned to normal, but he could still see a red scar looping around her throat.

"No big deal." Peter shrugged, uncomfortable with everyone looking at him.

Ashley was inspecting him with new eyes. He still seemed soft, but it was a different soft now. The beige marshmallow impression was gone, replaced by, well, marshmallow padding around a steel core. His belly still protruded, but it had risen to cover the bulging muscles of his abdomen instead of hanging down over his crotch.

She suddenly realized that her heart was beating faster and her face felt warm. That's crazy, she thought, how can I be turned on by a mouth-breather like him? She turned away, gritting her teeth as if to make her erect nipples subside by sheer force of will. So what if he saved Maria - and me, she acknowledged, and he's kind, she thought, remembering how he'd offered her his jacket. He's still a moron.

The others apparently didn't think that way, giving him a place of honor at the evening meal and going on about how he dispatched whatever creature had attacked Maria. Serves the fat whore right for trying to get out of work, Ashley thought. She kept her own counsel, though, preoccupied with hot flashes from Peter's near-naked body. Why couldn't he at least put a shirt on, Ashley complained silently.

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That night, Ashley found it more difficult to sleep than usual. Even after they'd settled down for the night, her mind wouldn't stop thinking about Peter. Trying to think of something else, she began to catalogue the different sounds that filled the cave. Maria certainly didn't seem any worse for wear, producing the same moans, grunts, and liquid slapping sounds that she and Casmir always did. The men fell asleep after the lovers finished, and the cave echoed with snores. Peter's nose was getting better, but he still breathed in loud shuddering sounds. The other men were less distinctive: according to Steve, Wenzel was the loudest, but Casmir's erratic snorting made plenty of noise too. She wondered if it bothered Maria. Under the cacophony of sleep she could hear water dripping around the edge of their camp, a rapid pattering from the stalactite they used to gather water, a sporadic 'plop' from droplets hitting a pool near the dig face. Under that was a new sound, one that she couldn't place. It sounded like the time her family had mice in the walls, a small rustling sound. Were there rodents in these caves? Then she realized it was Mickey.

"mm...mm..." It sounded like she was trying to stifle herself and...why was she breathing so heavily? Ashley suddenly put two and two together.

"Mickey?" whispered, and the rustling stopped instantly. "Are you..."

"Ah...no...I mean..." Mickey voice shook.

"I do have ears, you know. I could hear you." Ashley chided her.

"Mmm." Mickey said non-committally, blushing in the darkness.

"Let's do it together." Ashley said, rolling to face her tentmate.

"You mean..."

"Not...I mean...let's both jill off at the same time."

"I... um..." Mickey responded.

"Come on." Ashley urged, wriggling out of her trousers. Mickey made out her pubes as a dark blotch against the pale white of her skin. The fullness in her breasts increased as she watched Ashley's hands sliding up her thighs towards that dark patch, pulling her legs apart to expose her labia.

Ashamed to be discovered, Mickey didn't have the courage to disagree. Cringing, she cast aside her own coverlet as Ashley stared at her. Closing her eyes in embarrassment, Mickey raised her legs to pull off her own trousers. Between her legs, Ashley could see swollen pussy lips through her light-colored hair. With one hand on a breast, and the other gently massaging her slit, Ashley kept watching as Mickey resumed her interrupted pleasure.

"What are you thinking about?" Ashley asked, half scared and half hoping that Mickey would ask her the same question.

"Mmm? You know..." Mickey said vaguely.

"No, I don't." Ashley responded. Her fingers were sliding wetly around her crotch and pinching a nipple. Without thinking about it, her legs had splayed open.

"Sometimes I think about my Ex, back in Charlotte."

"Yeah?" Ashley whispered. "Tell me about it."

"No, I...I..." Mickey's hands belied the shame in her voice. They were both squeezed between her thighs, rubbing in fast circles around clitoris. Feeding on Mickey's obvious arousal, Ashley's own hands sped up as she continued the interrogation.

"Come on...uhh." Ashley finished her question with a moan.

"He could - God, this is humiliating!" Mickey said, one finger deep inside her vagina while the other hand slipped under her shirt to find her breasts.

"He could...uhh...what? Ashley asked.

"Mm. Mm!" Mickey was moaning more loudly now.

"Uh...uh... " Ashley was little better off. Giving up on conversation, Ashley finger-fucked her wet pussy, still staring at Mickey frantic jilling.

"Mmm." Struggling to keep her mouth shut, Mickey couldn't stop her high-pitched moans.

Before long, Asley's legs had rising into the air, toes curled as she fingered herself furiously. Her hand jackhammered against her slit, one finger inside and her palm slapping her clit.

"Uh...uh...uh..." She panted.

"Mmm!" Mickey's body quivered as she came, hair flying as her head shook franticly.

"Uh...Ah!" Ashley's back arched as a wave of electricity pulsed through her body, setting off all her pleasure centers at once.

"Ah...ah...ah..." The two girls breathed heavily as they came down from their orgasms. For a bit there was silence as they relaxed in the afterglow.

"Hey, you always stick your legs in the air like that?" Mickey asked as she idly fingered her clitoris.

Ashley blushed.

"Is that your favorite position?" Mickey continued, taking the questioner's role.

"I--I guess." Ashley admitted. At least Mickey hadn't asked what she' been thinking about. Embarrassed, she changed the subject. "Think anyone else heard us?"

"Probably not with all these water sounds."

"Hope not. I'm sure Cheven will announce it tomorrow if he did."

"No kidding. What a pervert." Mickey agreed. They lay side by side in companionable silence, not quiet ready to sleep.

"Mickey?" Ashley broke the silence with a whisper. "If you want to...you know...sometime, I think I..."

"You mean..."

"Yeah, I do." Ashley.

"I know."

"Let me think about it, okay?" Mickey replied.

"Sure."

"And Ashley?"

"Mmm?"

"Thanks." With a shared smile, the two girls finally drifted off to sleep.

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The next morning Ashley and Mickey carried the dishes over to their source of running water while Maria and Erica cleaned the camp. To Ashley's surprise, Erica's earlier anger at Mickey had disappeared, confirming her image of the ditzy blond as too shallow to take seriously. Grateful for a sympathetic ear, Maria responded by attaching herself to Erica whenever the two were in camp, leading to a natural split into pairs.

"What about the guys? You think they..." Ashley whispered to Mickey as they watched the men leave for the mine face.

"You don't know?" Mickey responded.

"Know what?" Ashley said, taken aback.

"You've never seen them jack off?"

"You have?! When? Where?" Ashley said incredulously.

"Aw, you know..."

"Come on, spill!" Ashley urged her.

"Why do you think it takes them so long to go pee sometimes? At night, before bed, when they head off into side tunnels by themselves?" Ashley sat silently, processing this new information.

"Sometimes when I'm coming back from collecting samples..." Ashley nodded, knowing the biology major liked to wander off by herself looking for species that she hadn't seen before. "...sometimes I see them on my way back. Usually down that way." She said, pointing down the tunnel where the water drained away.

"So who have you seen?" Ashley asked, feeling a flutter in her stomach.

"Oh, most of them. Not Steve or Wenzel, but all the others. Peter's the best, though." Mickey said with a sly smile.

Ashley flushed, wondering if Mickey had guessed how he turned her on. Doing her best to sound nonchalant, she asked,

"Hm? Why?"

"Two words. Monster. Penis." Mickey blushed as she said it.

"No!" Ashley breathed, her excitement momentarily overwhelming her cool.

"Yes." Mickey giggled. "It looked like he could barely get his hand around it. Must have been almost two hand-widths long - and those are big hands." She emphasized by holding her hands in the air.

Ashley's nipples were so hard they showed through her baggy tunic. Why did it have to be Peter? She raged. She'd had a weakness for big cocks ever since - no! She needed to think about something else.

"You okay, Ashley?" Mickey's voice intruded on her internal struggle. Forcing herself to unclench her fists and smile.

"Yeah, yeah, just thinking."

"Thinking you want to come see it?" Mickey asked mischievously.

"No, no!" Ashley waved her hands. That was the last thing she wanted; if she saw it she'd have to deal with that image in her head every night, and she didn't know how long she'd last that way.

"Okay." Mickey shrugged, finishing the last of the dishes and piling them for the return trip.

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Unaware of their interest, the subject of their conversation was hammering contentedly under Wenzel's supervision. He was getting better at spotting the spider-web cracks that a few judicious taps could split open. Steve's unexpected prowess had dethroned Peter and Wenzel's position as top team, but they were still pulling in a respectable haul most cycles.

Peter's hardening muscles let him work for hours at a time, but even with him doing most of the labor, his older partner still tired more quickly than the others. Several times a cycle Wenzel would rest while Peter used a sledge to haul mined rock back to camp, where the girls used smaller hammers to free the ore from the surrounding chunks of rock.

Piling rock on the sledge, Peter watched Wenzel sing quietly. Confused by Wenzel's revelations the night of the sing-a-long, he had pulled Casmir aside and asked about Wenzel's family. Casmir looked surprised.

"He mentioned that to ye, did he? Hm. He used to live near Dullstrand in a cottage on the coast. His wife and wee daughter stayed home while he came down to dig. Twenty-two summers ago a freak wave hit the shore, folks say it must have been fifty hands high, when Wenzel got home there was nothing left. No sign of his wife and child, nothing at all. He came down the next summer and hasn't been back up since. Don't reckon ye need say anything about it to y'er mates, ye hear?"

Casmir needn't have worried. Even back on Earth, Peter hadn't been particularly interested in gossip. He could spend all day talking about Tarheel basketball, but as far as he was concerned, talking about the intimate details of other people's lives was more trouble than it was worth. As he pulled the heavy rock back to camp he felt sad for the older man, and wondered what he could do.

When he got there, he saw the girls sitting in a ring, pounding away at yesterday's diggings. Mickey gave him a big grin; he tried to catch Ashley's eyes, but for some reason she wouldn't look at him. Peter's feelings for Ashley were the fundamental complexity of his new life. He knew that she thought he was stupid, and sometimes he didn't understand what she said, but...he trusted her smarts and he admired the way she said what she thought. She was cute, too - he liked her bobbed hair and he thought her pierced nose was sexy. He knew that she'd never want to be his girlfriend, but that didn't stop him from trying. Mickey gave Ashley an elbow and the black-haired girl looked down, blushing. Before Peter could inquire, Maria interrupted him.

"Aw, Peter. Did you have to bring that stuff? We're just getting done with this load." She complained.

Peter shrugged, uncomfortable with her bellyaching.

"Don't worry, Pete, Maria's just giving you a hard time. You're doing great out there." Erica interjected brightly and Peter smiled at the compliment.

"Hey, as long as you're here, any chance you could haul this stuff to the slag pile when you've dumped that?" Erica continued, smiling as she waved a hand in the direction of the surplus rock the girls had knocked off.

"Uh, okay." Peter said.

"Great! Thanks a lot!" Erica said perkily, like a stereotypical sorority girl, and she gave her tits an extra bounce.

Cheered by the sight, he unloaded his sledge, replacing it with the slag. With one last effort to catch Ashley's eyes, he waved good-bye and plodded off to the side tunnel where they dumped the rock, pulling his heavy burden. Inside, though, he was thinking that he'd like to see Ashley's tits, even if they weren't very big.

"Nice one, Erica." Maria said, glad that she didn't have to carry the stuff.

"Yeah, thanks." Mickey agreed.

Erica shrugged, face reverting to a smug smile. None of the three saw the scowl flashing across Ashley's face as the three talked about how easy it was getting Peter to do their work.

Continued in Chapter 4: Transformations - Part 4

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