No more events on her way to the village

A bit over an hour later, Cathleen finally reached Tumey village at the foot of the mountain. It was not the biggest settlement, but also not the smallest one. If one traveled alongside the northern end of the shaft, Tumey was pretty much the only way to replenish their provisions, so most of the shops there focused on things a traveling futa would want: food, a blacksmith, a carpenter specialized on carriages, a tavern and of course a brothel. The latter was a place Cathleen would really like to go right now, unfortunately, she had to hold onto every coin she could get if she wanted to reach her dream in the foreseeable future. Instead, she headed to a shop not directed at travelers - or anything specific at all. It sold whatever one needed, or, in most cases didn't need.

Cathleen entered. A single small window allowed for nothing more than a gloomy light to shine on the books, strange tools Cathleen had no idea what for, things she had absolutely no idea what they were supposed to be and things she didn't even want to know what they were. And in between all of this, wearing a blouse and nothing else, stood the biggest curiosity of them all: Mahara, the strangest futa Cathleen ever met.

Tall but with a slim waist, a curvy hourglass figure with huge breasts a round butt, yet no remarkable muscles, ample, heavy balls but combined with a cock that wasn't even worth talking about. She seemed neither alpha nor beta, but unlike someone in between like Cathleen, she had strong characteristics in both directions. Calling her weird would be an understatement as her body as a whole literally made no sense at all.

"Heya, Cathy!"

"I told you not to call me that. We are not friends."

"We aren't?"

"Of course not! I work for you, that's all there is to it."

"All right. But if I am not your friend, then who ist?"

"Fuck you", Cathleen said and pulled out the boat bag with the tigergirl's cum. But as Mahara wanted to take it, she drew back.

"Ah-ah, not so fast. Do you have any idea what I went through to get this?"

"Considering the fact that you're not wearing pants and your cock seems to lost size since I last saw it, I can guess."

"Right. And if you want your cum, you'll have to cover my travel expenses first!"

"Fine with me", Mahara answered, something no futa in her right mind would do. Mahara however laid with her back on the counter in table lotus position, her plump, juicy butt pointing towards Cathleen. Her big, heavy balls covered her vagina, but not in the way it did with full alphas. No, the only reason they did was because of their size and gravity and they could be lifted without any problems. But Cathleen had long stopped asking herself why the body in front of her ignored all common sense, and right now, she had different things in mind. The view combined with the smell of the liquid that dripped from under Maharas balls made pop a boner instantly. It wasn't her brain's turn now.

She lifted the plump and heavy cover from Mahara's pussy and then shoved in her member in one go. A slight moan from Mahara she could barely hear because of her own much louder one as the walls of the pussy started to grind and caress her cock.

Sex with Mahara always felt incredible, but also frustrating. While Cathleen had a hard time to last even more than a couple of seconds, all she could get our of Mahara was a slight moan. Even though she was the one fucking her, it somehow still felt as if Cathleen was the one getting attacked. It was as if every millimeter of her pussy hat muscles of her own, and she could control every single one of them.

Oh no, this time I make you feel it!

Cathleen started to rock her hips with all strength that was left in her, but it was in vain. After only a few thrusts, she reached her climax. She might have lost resolve, but after effectively blueballing herself for almost to days, she still poured a considerable amount in the futa below her. Still, she could get most of her lost resolve back, and her cock was about half the way back to his previous size.

"Alright, back to business", Mahara said. No sign of beta thoughts quelling inside of her, no changes visible on her body. Nothing indicated that she was just fucked and, on top of that, creampied. If Cathleen had any knowledge on the control of resolve, she probably could have tapped into Mahara's while fucking her, but the way things were, she just had to accept this walking, logic ignoring mystery.

Mahara took the bota bag and poured the contents into a beaker glass, then dipped her finger in the cum and licked it - again something no sane non-beta would do.

"Yep, that'll help me. To bad it's not 100% pure."

"Wait, what?? What do you mean?"

"There is something else in there."

"What something? Aphrodisiac?"

"No, that would spoil it much more. It's really, really faint, but there is definitely something."

"Hm... even if it's not aphrodisiac, could that something still cause twelve-hour-boner?"

"Er... dunno. Possible? Maybe something experimental."

"That explains it."

"Sound painful. Anyway here is your payment", she said putting a pouch of coins on the counter. Then, she pulled out a second, smaller one.

"And since it's still high quality, I'll also give you the promised bonus. You can either have the money or..."

She put a book on the counter.

"...this."

"A book?"

"A research diary. Not like this sticky old notebook you are using, this is a professional one. Sturdy cover, paper meant to last for centuries. Apparently, the scholars at the college of the seventeen sages use the same model."

"Wh-where did you get something like this??"

"A merchant visited. You missed her for about half an hour. I thought you might like it, so I bought it."

Cathleen didn't know what to say. It was her dream to one day go to the college of the seventeen sages and become a scholar, of course specialized on the - in her opinion - most interesting thing there was on futaria: beastgirls. That was why she was saving all the money. She had to have that book.

But then, she remembered something.

"Wait, you said they just left? What direction??"

"Err, east. Why?"

"Because in that direction is a bandit nest!!"

"Oh, that doesn't sound good. Well, the carriage was quite big and slow, if you hurry, you might catch up."