They leave the desert.

The camel bearing the two adventurers, well rested and watered from its time at the oasis, trotted through the night. The cloudless desert was well lit by the moon and starlight, and the brisk pace allowed the small party to make good time. As the horizon began to lighten with the first glimmer of a new dawn broken scrub could be seen ahead as the edge of the sandy desert was reached. A meandering line of scattered trees indicated the presence of a stream in the far distance, and Sonja veered from their course towards this.

Sonja perched on the camel's hump, one arm and one leg wrapped around Conan's body as she sat astride the camel's back in front of her flame-haired companion. The thin silk loincloth offered no protection to Conan's hairless nethers from the coarse ridge of bristly hair that ran along the camel's spine. The constant irritation of the stiff hairs on her labial lips as she was jiggled by the camel's rolling gait was not enough to bring the transformed warrior to orgasm, but more than sufficient to constantly tickle and tease her **** and sensitive female sex. Sonja spared herself such embarrassing stimulation by wrapping one leg around Conan's hip to lay her leg across the smaller woman's thighs so that her seating was more akin to riding side saddle.

"At last, an opportunity to wash this blasted sand off," Sonja commented as the camel changed direction. "The grit gets everywhere, does it not, Connie? Another new drawback you have discovered for your new form."

Conan agreed; she could feel grains of sand in the wet crease of her stimulated nethers, adding to the irritation and serving as an unrelenting reminder that she no longer had the male genitalia to which she was accustomed. She declined to voice her agreement. Sonja seemed intent on making her aroused condition more dire; the hand cradling Conan's body gripped her ripe breast, and she frequently endured in silence as Sonja's fingers kneaded the pliant flesh and her thumb played roughly with her stiffened nipple. The auburn warrior seemed to take delight in playfully teasing and arousing her smaller companion, perhaps in payback for Conan's lewd comments and observations on her own body when the Cimmerian had possession of his thick-skinned male form.

The camel was reined in to a halt beside the narrow twisting stream, and Sonja unhooked her leg from around Conan's waist before the warrior woman leapt nimbly to the ground. Conan, on the other hand, struggled to dismount from the height of the camel and had to endure further humiliation and beg the assistance of Sonja. Conan fell from the camel's back into Sonja's waiting arms, to be carried like a child or a bride being borne across the threshold of her husband and master's home. Soinja chuckled as she easily bore the diminished weight of the Cimmerian before setting the petite maiden on her slippered feet.

"Turn aside so I might undress and wash," Conan demanded, eying the babbling brook eager to rinse the sand and grit that clung to his womanly curves and insinuated into intimate regions.

"Pffft, modesty between us, Conan?" Sonja scoffed at the demand. "As I recall, you have never looked aside when I disrobed. I see even less reason to preserve your modesty, are we not both women now? You have no flesh that I do not have myself, simply more abundance of it."

The warrioress showed no **** to bare herself in Conan's presence, unbuckling her belt and allowing her sword sheath and scaled breachclout to fall to her feet. The brief scalemail halter top quickly followed, to be discarded and leave Sonja nude save for her leather sandals. Sonja sashayed to the stream's edge, rolling her hips so that the small, taut globes of her tight, athletic ass jiggled in a manner that would previously have tempted Conan's cock to instant erection.