A long, tiring, thirsty day and a side trip to Love Grass

You've imagined, more than once, that if you cast CHARM on Praxilla, it would make this whole journey, if not pleasant, at least not tedious and irritating. But Praxilla needs to go hand in hand with you at your pace, and frequently bridles when you plead that she's moving too fast.

"You don't want to spend another night in the woods with me, do you?" the young centauress says. She's put a rough knot in her flowing white-blonde hair to stand it up off the back of her head and keep it off her neck, so when she turns her head, it looks even more like she's swishing a second tail. "I certainly don't want to spend another night with you. How about you just dismiss this stupid spell that girl put on me and you and I don't have to be each other's ball and chain."

Because you'd leave me in the dust in the middle of the Weirding Woods. Probably with a swift kick to my balls to start your journey.

"Don't give me that look, Eric Eric," she says. "I didn't ask you to come along. YOU signed yourself up for this."

"True," you say. "And I trust you to get home. But we're walking, and so here we are." You squeeze your hand on hers.

Praxilla spits. "It's not like this is any more fun for me than you. Probably less. Oh, stop with that face. Stop, let's pause here. Can you get me some water?"

You've been following along a babbling brook. Leaving Praxilla anchored against a tree, you lift out the combs-and-brushes bucket from the water bucket and walk down to the stream. After having a few dippers for your thirsty self, you fill the bucket for Praxilla and carry it up the slope.

Praxilla drinks most of the bucket and dumps the rest on your head.

"Yikes!" you cry out. Your day started with a dousing from the centaur wizard Maurippos, and now Praxilla has joined the party.

"Don't you feel better? More awake?" Praxilla says.

You don't say anything.

"You look better," she says. "It's a warm day, you'll be dry before long."

"All right," you concede. "I do feel better. But it's not going to last."

"Come on, then, let's get going," Praxilla says. You take her hand.

"That way," she says. pointing at an angle to your course.

"Where are we going?"

"Strawberries in a dell. We'll both be happier with a mouthful or two."

Praxilla points you in the direction of a low grassy swale, then steers you to approach from the side. It's a moist little hollow, hard to see from a distance, and trailing down a steep bank are wild strawberry plants.

"Get some of the shiny grass, too," Praxilla directs. She watches, her Tanglefoot-cursed legs folded under her on the soft meadow grass. "And all the strawberries you can reach."

You cover the bottom of the water bucket with strawberries and a couple of tufts of the shiny, stripey grass that's growing among the strawberries.

"One little bite of the grass, then the berries, then go get some water," Praxilla says.

"What's the grass?"

"It'll help us keep going today. You said you were tired and achy, it helps with that."

The grass is a peppery green that reminds you of winter cress. You start on the strawberries and by the time you've finished your share, your lips and tongue are tingling.

You refill the bucket with water, take a deep drink for yourself, and bring the rest to Praxilla. She laughs and douses you again.

An intense shiver courses through you like you were tossed in the Chilly Tarn. Your balls clench tight but your member stiffens and rises. Your lips and tongue tingle and your scalp crawls with sensation. The hair on your arms and the back of your neck rise in pimply gooseflesh.

But you aren't feeling tired and achy.

Praxilla's tail starts swishing back and forth. You scent that her sexual heat has returned.

"A ha ha ha, the look on your face!" Praxilla says. "Hurry, Eric Eric! No distractions now, just point that hard little prick homeward and we'll make good time. Help me up and let's go."

"I've half a mind to stop that mouth of yours with my prick!" you snap back at her.

Grumbling, you step up with a hand extended for hers. Instead her hand snakes out and under the hem of your robe and grasps your hard member.

"Ahhhh!" you groan. Your cock pulses in her hot clutching hand and a ripple of intense sensation tingles across your body.

While you're shuddering in her grasp, Praxilla rises to all four hooves. "Ah, I like this. Maybe I should sit down and let you fuck my mouth, Eric Eric. But duty calls, so sad!"

She reaches over with her other hand and keeps a stabilizing hold on your other hand while she shifts her hand from your prick to the hand you'd offered.

You make very good time back to her home at the edge of the Weirding Woods. You only have one involuntary ejaculation along the way and Praxilla is for once in no mood to tease you.

The sun is setting when Praxilla's hoof strikes a half-buried boundary stone.

"Aha, that's it, the spell is broken!" she cries.

Lifting you up bodily from the ground, the centauress capers across the grassy slopes of her familiar home ground with you in her arms like a captured bride from antiquity.

You have 6 XP and may apply ADVANCEMENT when appropriate.
You have Ambition -1, Bravery 0, Cunning +2, Diligence +2.

You have a FAVOR from Miss Wormwood, and a FRIEND, Aurelia Sterling, your Enchantments teacher.

You get Praxilla home to complete your promise to Maurippos. You may ENCOUNTER Maurippos, Nadia, or Aurelia Sterling before you go. Exchange your CONSEQUENCE Praxilla's Keeper for a different CONSEQUENCE related to the difficult journey such as Crazed by Love Grass.

Or ENCOUNTER Praxilla and request that you HAVE SEX.