In the market square of the town of Bearfoot…

Jasabera stood outside the door of a building with a large overhead sign that said Doven’s Apothecary. She glanced around nervously before quietly letting herself in through the front door.

A bored looking male human teen sat at the apothecary counter. He had light brown hair and green eyes and was scrawnier than most kids his age. Having been to this establishment for supplies and treatment too many times to count back when the hero party was grinding in the mountain foothills and side-questing around Bearfoot, Jasabera recognized the boy as Laren, the 18-year-old son of Doven, a skilled potion-maker.

Laren’s eyes lit up upon recognizing the she-dwarf. He stood up and exclaimed. “Jasabera! You’re back! Does that mean you’ve done it?”

“Aye lad,” Jasabera replied glumly as she waddled to the counter. “The demon lord is no more.”

“What’s wrong Jasabera? You sound troubled,” Laren said with concern.

“I errrr…. Need to see Doven,” Jasabera said, “It’s about an affliction.”

“Oh, I see. Unfortunately father’s gone to the capitol for supplies,” Laren said, “But maybe I can help. Father’s thought me well.”

“I’m sure he did lad, I’m sure he did. But erm… my affliction is… rather delicate in nature.”

Laren clapped his hands together. “Oh I’ve heard of this. Is it a woman’s matter?”

“Well kinda…”

“I understand. Women come to us during their time of the month all the time!”

“No, that’s…”

“Hang on, I’ll fetch mother. She’ll know what to do!” The boy said before running off and disappearing behind the shop.

Jasabera slouched her shoulders and sighed. “Aiyayai. What bloody mess, this is turning out to be.”

Suddenly the front door to the shop swung open and a tall, imposing, blue-haired catwoman burst in. “Doven! I need your help!” Amaya, the amazonian catwoman yelled at the top of her voice. Her gaze dropped to the dwarf before the counter. “Nya? Jasabera? What are you doing here, nyaaa?”

Jasabera folder her arms and grimaced. “The same reason as you, I reckon. Close the bloody door, will ya? We don be needin our business spilling out into the streets.”

“Nya! You’re right!” Amaya replied. She snapped around and gingerly shut the door. She also turned the open sign to ‘closed’ for good measure.

“Coming!” A warm, motherly voice called out from the back of the store. A sweet, pretty, elegant woman with blonde braided hair appeared. “Ara? Heroes? You’re back?” She said.

“Hi Keira!” Amaya greeted.

Keira, Dovan’s wife and mother of Laren bowed politely to the two heroines. “I’m afraid my husband won’t be back from the capitol for another week. However, please let me know if there is anything I can do!”

“We have a ummm, a problem,” Jasebera said. “We’ve contracted a dire affliction. Could you take a look and see if there is anything you can do? Umm… In private, if that’s okay with you.”

“Certainly!” Keira exclaimed, “Right this way, ladies. Laren? Do you mind taking care of the store while I tend to our guests?”

“Leave it to me, mother,” Laren replied.

Keira lead the she-dwarf and catwoman towards the back of the store where there was a study room. She ushered them in and closed the door behind her after following.

“Well then,” Keira said warmly. “Let’s see what’s causing you grief.”

Jasabera and Amaya exchanged nervous glances.

“Promise us ye won’t freak out,” Jasabera said.

“Come now, I’ve been treating all manner of afflictions for 15 years,” Keira said.

Jasabera sighed. Together, the she-dwarf and the catwoman unbuckled their belts and lowered their adventuring britches. They stood up straight again and their demonic cocks bobbed upwards from their crotch, fully hard.

At first Keira was silent, unable to comprehend what she was looking at. Then she gasped and backed away violently. “W-what the? G-goddess have mercy!”

“C-can you help us, nyaaa?” Amaya asked

“H-how could this h-have happened?” Keira stammered, growing red in the face.

“We’re not sure,” Jasabera said, “Something we ate, mayhaps?”

“Something you ate? No… that’s just not possible. This has to be a curse of some kind.”

“A, c-curse?” Jasabera asked as she started to pant. Her gaze started wandering over Keira’s curvy figure.

“H-hold still, l-let me have a closer look,” Keira said, stepping forwards and squatting before the two heroines. She nervously reached out and placed her hand on Amaya’s twitching red cock.

“Ahhhhhnyaaaaaa!” Amaya moaned and made a lewd face.

Keira quickly withdrew her hand. “I’m sorry! Did that hurt?” She asked. For some reason, her own breathing was gettin labored.

“No, d-don’t stop! D-do it again, nyaa!” Amaya gushed excitedly.

“I-I’m s-sorry?”

Jasabera stepped forwards towards Keira, bobbing her cock closer to the beautiful blonde apothecarist. The dwarf’s face had grown heavily flushed and she was panting hard. “C-could you t-take a look at mine a-as well?” Jasabera asked, sounding somewhat ****.

Keira’s instincts told her that something was very wrong. However her heart had begun racing. Her hand seemed to have a life of its own when it shot up and took hold of the she-dwarf’s throbbing cock.

“Aaaaaaaaaaaa,” Jasabera moaned happily, her eyes unfocused and her mouth gaping wide from pleasure.

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Up at the front of the store, Laren sat behind the counter, waiting for his mother to finish up with the guests. Suddenly he heard a sharp squeal and some thudding noises of things falling over coming from the back of the shop.

“M-mother?” Laren called out.

There was no reply.

Laren made his way towards the study. “Mother? Are you alright?” He called out again.

Laren stepped up to the study room door and could hear scuffling noises and muffled cries. Alarm bells started ringing inside his head. He grabbed the door knob and burst into the room. “Mother!?”

Laren had to blink several times to process what he was seeing. His mother was being sandwiched upright by Amaya and Jasabera. The tall amazonian catwoman had her arms around Keira, hugging her tightly from behind while one of her hands was clamped over Keira’s mouth to silence her. Meanwhile, Jasabera, who was shorter, was pressing against Keira from the front with both hands under her skirt, trying to hike up her dress. Both the catwoman and she-dwarf had severely lustful expressions on their faces. They both turned to look at Laren when he burst into the room.

“W-what are you d-doing?” Laren asked as the horror started to set in.

“I-it isn’t what it looks like,” Jasabera said, “We umm… h-hey, come here, boy.”

Laren started to back away.

“No… don’t…” Jasabera panted.

Laren turned around and started to run. He immediately tripped over some crates and fell to the ground. Before he could get up, Jasabera landed on top of his back, knocking the wind out of the boy.

“Ssshhhh… stop struggling. Stop…. Oh, you smell nice…” Jasabera moaned into Laren’s ear.

“Eeeeek! Please, noooo!” Laren squealed.

Laren was smaller and slimmer than most boys his age. Strength wasn’t his strong suit. Jasabera on the other hand, was a veteran dwarven warrior. Laren could do little as the panting she-dwarf started ripping apart his trousers.

“Shhhhhh, just let me,” Jasabera panted, “Please, just a little. I just need a little bit…”

Laren’s eyes widened in pain, feeling his taut little virgin asshole stretch around the fat girth of Jasabera’s demon cock.

Meanwhile, Keira too was getting her pussy impaled by Amaya’s demon cock while being bent over the study desk with her dress bunched up around her waist.

Both mother and son experienced a split second of pain, before a wave of ecstasy washed over their bodies.