No, you can't give up the pony tail yet.

Smacking her hands playfully, “No, you can't just cut my hair. I like it. Besides it gives you a good handle when you are digging around for gold in my ass.” You finish laughing.

“I guess there is that.” She agrees wrapping your long pony tail around her hand. “I am still convinced there is something I want in there.” She adds playfully grabbing for your ass as she does. But she doesn't start in again as she knows the two of you have already wasted enough time. “We better go, or we will never find her.” The two of you spend a little bit getting cleaned off before you get dressed and head out. Feeling a bit slutty or wanting to further your tan, you aren't quite sure, but you decide to only put on the bikini for the trip, tying the guns off on the saddle for the time being. She is far more practical, and suits up in her armor despite the heat.

“No wonder you don't tan, you always cover yourself head to toe.”

“You have it wrong, I am just not as big a slut as you.” Before you can respond she gives her horse a “Yaah!” And hurries ahead.

“Wait, damn it. You know I can't catch you.” Spurring your horse on, you chase after her. The two of you travel on for the rest of the day, eating lunch while traveling and dinner is something small she kills before you catch her. That night doesn't end in sex, but the two of you do share a blanket and you nod off securely held in her strong arms. She seems to be frisky in the morning, and throws your lighter blanket over her to protect her from the sun, then licks and sucks your tender pussy. This time, however, once you are awake and squeeking, she lets up, gives you a big sloppy kiss, and prods you till you get moving. “Ok I am up, I am up.” You protest, and quickly clean up and pack away your things. Once more you wear only the bikini as both of you head out.

Three days pass, and you see little more than some wild life, and none of it really dangerous. At one point you have to cross a thin shallow stream, but other than that, it is uneventful. The conversation turns more casual, and you find out that she was raised by the priestesses of that temple, but showed no magical aptitude so was helped to learn the ways of a warrior, scout, and tracker, fulfilling whatever role the priesthood needed. You also learn that the goddess they serve is one of healing, art, and music. She also can sing. You don't recognize the tune of course, but she is pretty good.

Half way through the next day's travel you spot something in the weeds. Just as you start to move, you see she has her sword out, and points it at the movement. “Show yourself!” She yells to who or whatever is hiding. The underbrush seems to come alive with at least 10 vaguely humanoid wolf like creatures bound out of the weeds and bushes, loping toward you on all fours. Snarling as they come, she yells, “Run.” Spurring her horse with practiced ease, she quickly outdistances the creatures in seconds. It takes you a bit too long to do the same, and while you are ahead of them, only just. As you try to put distance between you, it seems like several are going to catch you. Drawing one of your pistols, you turn your body back, and open fire. As the clip empties you see at least two of the creatures are not moving and two more have given up the chase due to their injuries. Hastily you holster the weapon, switch hands, and draw the other. Using your left hand you let loose a second volley, and while not as effective as the first, the second clip of ammo cuts the chasing creatures down to four. Sadly doing all of this has caused you to pay less attention to which way you are going, and the horse suddenly rears up and stops. A wide trench, only about three feet deep, but enough to startle the uncontrolled horse in front of you. It takes all you can not to fall off of the rearing horse, but that is a victory short lived as one of the beasts leaps high and knocks you out of the saddle. Straining you are able to grab the spear as you fall to the ground hard with a thump that knocks the wind out of you, but lucky for you, the creature hits just as hard. The other three are on you as you use the shaft of the spear to push yourself off of the ground. Snarling they seem to know the danger of the broad metal point, as they circle you and prepare to attack. Suddenly two leap forward from either side, one you catch on the spear, impaling it, the other bites into your arm and between the weight of the two, you loose the spear. Once the spear is out of your hand the other two pounce and you are slammed to the ground. One bites into your leg, the other your side, causing the bikini top to rip free and your perky breasts to spring loose. In horror you look on, grabbing for your dagger as they descend on you for the kill. Two of the horrifying beasts grip your arms in their powerful jaws as the third walks up your torso till his saliva is dripping in your face. Cringing from the certain ****, you can't close your eyes, but as you look down his strong bestial body, you see a growing pink member with a thick bulbous head that seems almost barbed in it's shape.

“No!!” You scream as it uses it's sharp claws to rip off your bikini bottom, not seeming to care that it tears a bit of flesh off as well, and it moves in to position, pushing your legs apart with it's powerful legs. Then just as it seems to be too late, it's head plops onto your face, blood covering you. A piercing yell cuts the air and your hands are freed, but all you can do is lie there, your heart pound loud in your ears, as you can feel your blood pumping out of your numerous injuries. “My potion, I need to get my...” Trying to both push the head and body off of you, and get to your pack to get your healing potion, your vision seems to be fading, everything seems to be getting hazy. The pain has suddenly washed away somehow at least.

A strong hand grips your head and pulls it up, “Drink.” You hear a voice say and you do as you are told. You then can feel the warmth of a body pressed against yours as you are held and rocked like a child till the world seems to fade for a moment. Then suddenly the pain is back with a vengeance, wincing with pain, wanting to scream but holding back, your eyes open to see the worried face of Velunda. “I thought I lost you there.” She says, a tear in her eye, and pulls you up to give you a passionate, but soft kiss. “I told you to run silly.” She adds when she breaks off the kiss. She pulls you to your feet, returning your spear to it's hook on your horse. Scooping you up as if you were weightless, she returns you to your saddle as well. “The potion closed your wounds, but I would like to get you to a healer all the same. I will lead your horse, try to rest.” She then lashes you to the saddle, takes the reigns and mounts her horse as well. Leaning forward on the neck of your powerful mount, you drift off to a half sleep and the world passes by in a haze of semi wakefulness, for the remainder of the day. “Sleep.” You hear her say again and realize you are on the ground, tucked between the two blankets, she cradles your head in her lap till you fall asleep.

Morning comes again and your whole body aches, but after you have eaten, you do start to feel a little better. The fog in your mind is almost gone, and you feel a bandage around your head. Touching it, you wince and hear her say, “You must have taken a nasty blow when the creature got you off of the horse. I am not sure, but I think you have a cracked rib as well. Plus I don't like the look of that wound on your arm either.” Looking to the bruises all over, you decide the potion was a good investment.

“Do you think the wound is infected? The skin is closed, but... Ouch, it is so tender. I think the bone might be cracked. It really hurts when I move it like this.” Any movement to try to raise your left arm sends shooting pain up to your shoulder.

“I looked at the stars and terrain all night, and I think we can make the town of Bluumgard by late day if we turn and head west. Saddle up, lets move.”

“But what about Sarianna?” You ask.

She stomps over to you, grabs your face, pulling it close to hers, snarls, and says, “Damn it woman. I know my duty, but I can't look at you hurt like this, not when I know you need a healer. We ride west. The goddess will protect Sarianna.” Then turning and heading back to her horse you hear her mutter, “Or damn us all.”