Explore the area during the “quickie”

“I believe I shall take assessment of this area and see if there is anything of interest,” says Duncan. “Besides, if you have not been as successful as you believe in chasing off the dwarves, I wish to know about it.”

“Suit yourself,” says Felixia. “Now, if you’ll excuse us, I’m feeling a bit frisky, and Norax promised that he’d wet his whiskers in my velvety catnip.”

The male Felechon’s serpentine appendage uncoils rapidly from around his body. It springs upward almost too fast for the eye to follow, disappearing into the branches above. Norax utters a playful growl and grabs at Felixia’s ass. She playfully slaps at his hand before looking at the prince.

“Just be careful. This isn’t the palace, after all. There are dangerous things here that don’t care whether you are the spawn of a king. And I know you’re used to thinking with that little thing between your legs. Since your wee-wee is now a wee bit bigger, it may overpower your grey matter even more than usual. Try thinking with your noggin, rather than your ding dong.”

With those encouraging words of advice, she grabs hold of Norax’s enormous phallus and climbs it into the trees. Norax allows her to get a little bit ahead of him before pulling himself up by his schlong, bringing his face up between Felixia’s legs as she climbs. Duncan can hear her purring even as she disappears from his sight. The last coherent thing he hears from her is when she calls down, “And don’t worry... I’ll try to remember to call out your name with my first orgasm, Little Spareling. Stick around — it is surely the first time any woman has ever called out your name while being gloriously pummeled by a real, genuine piece of man meat!”

The next sounds are a combination of giggles, growls, and yowls. The whole tree begins to shake, and Duncan has to duck out from under the branches to avoid getting covered by falling leaves and twigs.

“Good heavens!” thinks Duncan. “That creature is truly going to be the **** of me!” Despite his thoughts, the prince realizes he cannot be genuinely upset with the Felechon. Granted, she has gotten him into a world of trouble and does not pass up a single opportunity to goad him. Even so, he finds himself growing strangely fond of the magical creature. She did, after all, save his life on more than one occasion. Yes, she did change him into a girl, but now that he has been restored to his masculine form, he feels a lot more forgiving. Perhaps that has something to do with the “gift” she gave him of some additional endowment between his legs. Although he has yet to examine it, as he walks, he can feel the difference, with his package more confined than normal.

As Felixia’s catlike cries of passion are joined by Norax’s exclamations of, “You’re so damn tight, woman!” and “Don’t hold back with the claws!”

“OK... I don’t like her that much that I want to stick around and listen to the two of them carry on like that,” he decides. He looks around and tries to decide what to do. He can hear the sound of water in one direction. In another direction there appears to be a clearing. Thick woods are all he can see in one direction. Going the remaining direction would take him back to where he found the torn pieces of clothing before he was distracted by Felixia and Norax.