Were there is a Jaasi there's a way...

You have to admit that finding yourself back at Milly's cabin isn't all bad, once your decidedly unprincely hissy fit is over.

Jassi brews you a calming cup of herbal tea and rubs your broad shoulders while Milly pokes about, retrieving a few odds and ends she had forgotten to pack the first time around. Just as the sun is reaching it's zenith your little band of mythical misfits is refreshed and ready to try again.

Time for "Journey through the Spooky **** Woods"... take two.

"I'll take the lead this time if you don't mind, Milly." You say as gently as you can to your busty, if slightly disheartened, Minotress warrior.

"Yes, Master." She lows mournfully and despite being over seven feet in height she looks as if she feels six inches tall.

"Hey... it's okay, Milly." Jaasi says in sisterly reassurance, skipping over to the mountainous monster-girl and taking one of her big mitts in her own little lilac hand. "That just means we get to watch our handsome Prince's cute tooshie wiggle while we walk."

*Meep!* *Meep!*

The azure-coloured slime agrees enthusiastically from its perch on Jaasi's shoulder. Really?

That seems to perk the super-stacked cow-woman up to no end and she bobs her ivory horns in eager approval. You give her a winning smile packed with all your noble charm and straighten out your royal blue doublet to firm your resolve. Looking back at the rustic log cabin one last time you feel ready to leave it and all the admittedly odd memories now attached to it behind...

Again.

"Are you going to miss this place?" You ask Milly, as you turn towards the break in the clearing from which you probably emerged yesterday. Like maybe, right?

Jeez but a lot of these trees look really similar to each other. Very tricky things trees, who knew?

"Oh yeah, you made this your home. Didn't you?" Jassi comments, looking up at her towering traveling companion.

"No. It's just a house, I can make another." Milly replied, slapping the massive double-bladed axe slung over her shoulder. "My old herd ranges far and with the seasons. I have been here for long enough and now it is time to travel with my bonded mates."

"Well said, Milly. Now let's head out, follow me." You say with more confidence than you actually feel and stride manfully into the woods.

You swear that you can feel the twin pairs of hungry eyes trying to burrow their way through the seat of your tight breeches as you walk.

"Are you sure this is the right way, Cutie?" Jaasi calls to you from the rearguard.

No, you are not sure but after the little tantrum you threw back at the cabin, you are hardly going to admit that you are lost as a proverbial babe in these endless goddamn woods.

"Yep, the road should be coming into sight any minute now." You lie smoothly while looking up at a tall pine and weighing up the prospect of climbing it to get a better view of the surrounding environs.

A high vantage point to get your bearings? Good.

Falling and snapping your fool neck on the forest floor? Very bad.

"Not to question you, my handsome Prince but you already said that half an hour ago." Jaasi remarks, sounding dubious.

*Meep...* *Meep...*

Great, now even the slime is criticizing you. Will the trials never end? Picking a direction at random you start marching again only to almost trip over your lissome lavender lover.

"Oops, sorry..." You begin, catching yourself then looking about in confusion. "Wait... where's Milly?"

How the hell do you manage to lose an armed and armored walking dairy farm? Even in all of this shrubbery...

"She had to go tinkle. I told her we wouldn't go far." Jaasi says, looking up at you with concern glowing in her golden eyes. "Are you okay?"

"No. We're lost again." You admit in defeat.

"I thought so, but that's alright."

It is? Jaasi reaches up and places a soft hand on your cheek. Looking down into her gently smiling face with those adorable dimples and kissable violet lips you can't help but to feel more than a bit smitten with this magical little sexbomb.

"How is me getting us lost alright, Jaasi?" You ask, while swimming laps in the vibrant shining pools of her eyes.

"Because it's all just part of our grand adventure together, Cutie." She giggles and you just want to scoop that not-so-innocent bundle of joy up into your noble arms and snuggle her into blissful oblivion. "Besides, I know things will all work out. Call it a genies intuition."

Your lecherous gaze inevitably wanders from her captivating fave down to her perfect perky cleavage framed so prettily into that golden bikini top, her stiff tiny nipples visibly outlined in the scanty material.

"I sure hope you are right." You tell her happy handfuls, "Because I am running out of ideas."

"Oh, is someone feeling a bit down?" Her jiggling tits reply as she steps in closer and she reaches up on tippy-toes to breathe warmly in your ear. "Does my Prince need a quicky to raise his big... hard... spirits?"

While Jaasi's innuendo could use some work-shopping you have to admit she is very good for morale and even Meep seems to have read the mood as the horny ball of rainbow slime starts to take on a rosier hue.

You turn your face to seek out those moist parted lips, inhaling her sweet yet spicy desert scent and reaching down with both hands to seize hold of that tight, round caboose. Maybe just a quick dalliance down in the forest leaves wouldn't hurt...

"Well, well, well... What 'ave we got 'ere now? A couple of lost lovers wandering ma woods."

Freezing with your flushed faces millimeters apart and your eager fingers clutching at the air just above Jaasi's tiny waist, you both turn your heads to glare at the unwelcome interruption.

A burly man dressed in faded and patched forest greens leans against the gnarled trunk of an ancient oak, not more than twelve feet away. His head is almost completely bald and his face looks like it went five rounds in a boxing match with a meat grinder, so scarred and pockmarked that you could have played connect the dots with his complexion. But from within that war-torn mess two mud-brown eyes glitter with amused malice.

"Oh, a Bandit! Thank the fates..." Jaasi claps excitedly, giving you a quick peck on the cheek and slipping out of your amorous clutches to wave cheerfully at the cock-blocking interloper. "Hi there! Ummm... yeah, we could use some directions back to the road if you wouldn't mind."

"Jaasi!" You hiss in warning but as usual your beloved genie has all the guile of a blunted butter-knife.

"Some directions, ya don't say..." The sneering twat-swat chortles, "Always 'appy ta help folks in need, I'se is but..."

Stepping away from the tree and revealing a long heavy cudgel gripped in one meaty fist, the large man grins like a hungry wolf. The weapon is hardly more than a broken branch with a fire blackened tip but you are suddenly, horribly aware that is a lot more than what you have.

Which is diddly squat, just to be clear.

Just your lily white hands and your writ of royal lineage that you are one hundred percent sure that this leering lout will use for toilet paper before trying to read it. If he could read at all, which seems increasingly unlikely.

"...I'se gots to make a livin' out 'ere alone in these unfriendly woods and fancy-pants over there looks like 'e might appreciate being relieved of some of his 'ard-earned wealth."

"I don't have any money." You say, pulling Jaasi back behind you and patting your non-existent pockets theatrically. "I'm afraid I must have left my wallet in my other pair of fancy-pants."

The cocky clam-jam just grins back at you, showcasing an incomplete collection of broken yellow chompers. Urgh. Gross, there's both something green and something brown stuck between them.

"That's fine, that's fine... Ya know what I'se is telling meself at times like this?" He jeers, giving the heavy club a little practice swing. "I says... Ol' Samson you'se is a kind soul who deserves betta than bein' chased into these 'ere woods by dem evil towns-folks. Samson ma boy, you should show this 'andsome fellow and 'is forest sprite back da the road for da low low price of that there shiny gold ring!"

He steps up and gestures at your ring finger with the crude cudgel before poking you rudely in the chest with it. You can smell whole months of rank sweat and rough living pouring off his unwashed body like a rancid fog.

Ol' Samson was it? Well, if he thought he could take Jaasi's ring from you then he had another thing coming! What exactly that thing is... well that's TBD but you would make it fucking memorable.

You step forward snarling, indignant rage churning your stomach, ready to tear his filthy throat out with your fucking teeth if that's what it takes to put this feral cum-swazzle down.

Nobody takes your precious Jaasi away from you!

"Oh, da pretty boy 'as some fire in 'is belly, does 'e?" Samson jeers and raises his makeshift weapon, making ready to brain you...

"My ring?" A small, almost timid voice speaks and you both pause to look back at your quivering magenta companion.

Her pretty head hangs low, the midnight curtain of her glossy hair hiding her beautiful face and her tiny lilac fists are balled at her sides.

Around her dainty bare feet small twigs and pebbles begin to drift slowly into the air on small wisps of violet and magenta mist. The forest air warps and folds around her like a blistering heat haze rising off scorching Texas tarmac...

*Meeeeep~!*

In its second display of emotional acuity today Meep shoots off Jaasi's shoulder like a spooked rabbit and takes cover behind a nearby mossy boulder, trembling like a bowl full of jello.

"My Ring?!" Jaasi shrieks with ear-splitting shrillness, her dark hair floating out of her face as though it were caught in an underwater riptide, revealing her golden orbs blazing like binary supernovas in a small face contorted with rage.

Her diaphanous silks whip about her, seized by a localised tornado as she raises her hands and spreads her fingers apart to point her outstretched palms towards Ol' Samson. Small arcs of purple lightning dancing between her painted nails.

"Aaaw~ shite, Ol' Samson, ya done fucked up again..." The old bandit moans as you drop to the forest floor and cover your head with both hands.

"Don't you dare touch my fucking ring!!"

You are still brushing yourself off and trying to sooth a frightened Meep when Milly comes trudging out from around a small patch of bushes.

She pauses in adjusting her hanging loincloth as she takes in the scene before her.

"Huh." The overly-endowed Minotress snorts looking up at battered bandit hanging from one scuffed boot wedged into the joint of two branches high above the four of you.

...aaaand~ that seems to be it from her as she trots over to give you a quick look up and down before giving your mussed hair a long, wet affectionate tongue bathing.

*Meep* *Meep*

"It's alright Meep." You say stroking the quivering rainbow slime's... Skin? Membrane? Well, outer whatever trying to calm it like a scared Pomeranian pup.

So purple Meep is a nervous Meep? You will have to ask Jaasi more about that.

Maybe when she is acting a little less... terrifying.

"Is everything okay, Sister?"

Milly wanders over to Jaasi after checking on you and looks down at the pouting little **** of nature over her massive bronzed bosoms.

"Pfffft~ Yeah. This backwater bumpkin tried getting handsy with me before I sorted him out." She harrumphs noisily, shooting a lilac thumb over her bare shoulder up at the dangling would-be tough. "He was just about to give us directions to the nearest town. Weren't you?"

Her last question is directed skywards and Ol' Samson groans in misery, his fat arms swaying under his upside down noggin in the warm afternoon breeze.

His already ragged clothing is torn and bloody in several places, his face blackened with soot as the few hairs left on his scarred scalp stand on end. He manages to lift a gnarled hand to point a shaking finger off into the distance...

"Da road is that away." He coughs, his voice broken and weak. "You'se is only 'alf a days travel from da castle... Can ya please lets ma down now?"

"Nah... This way we'll know where to find you if we need more directions." Jaasi scoffs, flipping her long obsidian hair over a slender shoulder with a sniff. Milly nods solemnly as though this petty punishment was the wisdom of the ages.

Spotting you and Meep keeping a safe distance out of the way she beams happily and dances over to you both as if she hadn't just unleashed a magical hellstorm on some clueless yokel.

"Let's go, Cutie!" She giggles, wrapping her arms around your bicep and mashing her soft lilac breasts into your side. "If we hurry we might get there before nightfall. I still want to fuck my Prince in a proper bed..."

Milly gives the man hanging from the tree one last dismissive glance before wrapping her big arm around all three of you and guiding everyone towards the indicated direction of the road.

"My new herd is strong..." She nods to herself in satisfaction. "You will need to milk me again before we rest tonight, Master."

*Meep!* *Meep?*

"Yes, Meep. He will feed you too." Jaasi laughs and then starts humming a jolly ditty. "Isn't our dashing Prince just the best?"

Well... It could be worse, you decide as the four of you leave a sobbing Ol' Sampson flapping in the wind and head for new horizons.

With two sexy bad-ass ladies--not to forget a colourful Meep--at your side and nothing but shining prospects ahead... what can go wrong?