The local wildlife

Some time later you wake up to see the little monster that is more mouth than not is devouring what is left of the wolf beast. Pulling yourself up, you instantly plop back down on your little butt. “Owe fuck.” Looking at the wound on your leg you notice that while it isn't bleeding really, it kinda smells, and you realize that the creature must have been poisonous or diseased. “Great, so now what? I need antibiotics or something.” Thinking over all you have been told by the demon that gave you this form, you at least have to try something. “So I guess I need to find something to fuck.” Sadly there is no one nearby, and no way you are willing to do that anyway. Then you get a thought. When sucking his cock you remember your body feeling warm. Perhaps it is the act, not the person, that heats you up. Leaning back against the furry mass you decide to take it in your own hands, as it were. Dipping a finger into your cunt, you rub and probe yourself. It gets your blood pumping, and you notice the wound is now bleeding slightly. “Great, that isn't doing much. Ok let's do this.” You think about your tail and move it. It is weird, and sorta hard to move, even though you can sort of tell it is quite flexible and useful. Thickening the tip, you decide to give it a head start and grab it. Plunging it as deep as you can into your cunt in a single stab. “Oh god.” You gasp, then thinking of moving it causes it to twitch and almost spin around inside of you. The tail slaps your legs and the meaty tip digs deeper into you till you are sure you just penetrated your own womb. “Oh fuck.” Arching your back your head bumps the ground and your hands take hold of your tits without even realizing it. Moaning your tail slaps and whips digging into you with almost a mind of it's own. Of course it doesn't, but that doesn't stop you from using it to work yourself into a massive orgasm that ripples through your sexy form. Your toes clench and release, your hands kneed your perky tits like a kitting nursing it's mother, and your tail, your glorious thick barbed tail seems lodged inside of you and unable to get out. The inner walls of your pussy surely are being torn to shreds, and you are certain you have killed yourself as you feel fluid you are certain is blood flowing out of you. But it all just feels so amazing. Biting your lip, you gasp and moan, panting and gasping for breath as your new body gets wetter and wetter with a growing sheen of sweat. Your breathing then gets sharper, as your body seems to be shutting down and you are again sure you have really fucked up good this time. Willing yourself to keep moving, you grab your tail, unable to simply will it out of you, the barb holding it in deep. Pulling with all of your might, you yank at the infernal thing, when in a burst of fluid it finally pops back out of you. Gasping and panting your pussy flows fluid on the ground, lying there panting you think you can actually hear the fluid hissing as it flows around your body as if it is being heated so much it is just about to boil. Lying there your heart rate slows, your breathing similarly slows, and you feel it all calming down, surely this is what it is to die. Yet you can't stop smiling. A massive face hurting grin is plastered on your face. Some time passes while you lie there in the pool of your own juices. Finally the smile fades a bit and you realize your leg doesn't hurt at all, in fact nothing does. “I must be dead. Maybe this time I will wake up as something other than a worm.” Your mind registers the words, hearing them. “Wait?” Then you sit up, blinking, and look around. The more mouth than body little critter has wondered off, and you are sitting there, not in a pool of blood, but a sticky mass of, well, you aren't sure exactly, but it isn't blood. Rising to your feet you see that it didn't kill you, it cured you. You feel amazing, you can feel your magic is fully recharged, and your tummy is nice and full still from the meal last night. “Ya, I suppose I shouldn't do that all the time. I don't think I could defend myself if I was attacked while doing that. Now that was an orgasm. Fuck me.” You giggle, then looking yourself over you can see that you could really use a bath. “Onward then.”

Leaping forward you cast the spell again, “Mount.” And bound away through the rocky terrain once again. Many hours later you spot something that grabs your attention. It appears to be a skeleton of a mammoth like creature. Curiosity gets the better of you and you walk over to see. It is impressive, huge, and unlike anything you have ever seen. It also looks like it is a bit of salvation, as you should be able to hide nicely inside the skull, plus inside of the rib cage you see a flow of what looks like maggots. Your stomach lets out a gurgling growl, and without even thinking you dip your hand it and pull out a handful of tiny worms. Chomping away their juices flow down your throat. Four handfuls later you let out a belch, wipe your lips, and rub your filling tummy. “It is funny what tastes good around here.” You say with a sly little grin, picking your fangs with your sharp nails. Munching down a couple more handfuls, you decide that is enough and climb into the massive skull to sleep. As you drift off you snuggle up in a ball, arms around your knees holding your legs to your torso for warmth, and fall asleep.

There isn't any kind of a sun so you have no idea how long you were out, but you do feel refreshed. Breakfast is a second helping of slimy worms, and again you cast the spell so you can move faster. Three more days melt away, simply avoiding anything that moves, and searching the small dark cramped areas for crunchy bugs, slimy worms, and odd tuberous plants. The fifth day out you spot something rather interesting. While loping along you see what looks at first like a line of cow like creatures. As you pass by, however, you see what you think are wagons hidden among the beasts. “A caravan? Here? I gotta check this out.” Lurching up, you dismiss the spell and head in.

“Hold there demon, or feel the point of my blade.” An all to human sounding voice calls out as you walk around a large rock into view.

“Wait, I am not here to fight. I just want to see what you are doing. Are all of you humans?”

A large muscular man steps into view. He is dressed in what you are pretty sure is plate mail armor and wielding a sword roughly 4' long and a rather heavy looking kite shaped shield. He looks you over head to toe, his eyes lingering a bit on your naughty bits, and you can tell he is both disgusted and turned on at the same time. “Shameless demon, we do not deal with your kind. Away with you.”

“If you don't deal with my kind, what are you doing here?”

A second voice answers as a second man steps from behind one of the beasts, “Actually we do deal with one specific member of your kind. They provide us with things to sell back where we come from.” Then turning to the first man he adds, “Don't worry about this one, she is a member of their servant class. Not harmless, but not a threat to us. No real magic, mind control, or real physical power. Come let's go.” Saying that the beasts once again start moving.