Mercy's Quest

By Honey Moon



     Torch in hand, Mercy made her way silently through the 
damp moonlit wood. Her nose twitched as she passed yet another 
moldering corpse. "He should have ducked." She whispered as she 
toed the still occupied helmet aside. The steel incased head clanked 
softly against its former body. Four limbs lay several paces in four 
differing directions. This was the sixth armored body she had 
passed. The king had sent his six most trusted knights in a bold 
attempt to rescue his only offspring, Prince Alexis. As Mercy had 
suspected, the plan had failed. 
     
     The leather-clad woman's full bosom rose in pride. Armor 
was fine if you wanted to show off your youthful manly strength 
while parading through a village, but she would choose speed any 
day! Simple but wicked mechanical and magical traps had ended 
the lives of the king's champions. At a full forty seasons her eyes 
were still keen and her body still agile enough to win the day. Of 
course the stench of the dead near each trap had helped too. 
     
     There was a soft rustle in the trees ahead. Without thinking, 
Mercy threw herself to the ground. A blast of flame roared over 
her prone body. It felt as if she stood too near a smith's forge. 
Three seconds! Three seconds before the beast could draw another 
breath and exhale burning death over her. Three seconds was all 
she needed! 
     
     Mercy leapt to her feet and charged the dragon as it entered 
the clearing. It was unknown where these creatures had come from. 
Some say they were a folly of the olden times, when man had 
dared to tamper with the very essence of life itself. Others say they 
were sent from the pits of hell itself to punish the wicked. Either 
way, Mercy didn't care. She just knew it was the beast's life or her 
own! The dim light of the fallen torch flashed on burnished steel as 
she drew her sword. The Hell beast opened its maw to discharge 
another blast. The warrior had only one chance. She screamed in 
wordless rage as she thrust! Her steel plunged deep into that 
hideous maw! Mercy felt the solid jar and crunch as the blade 
continued through the back of its throat and severed the beast's 
spine. Yanking it free, she danced aside as the dragon convulsed in 
death. Flame erupted as the foul creature twisted and writhed much 
as a headless chicken running across a farmyard. No chicken was 
as dangerous as this! Burning death rained everywhere as the 
dragon died. Thankfully, aside from a large squirrel that happened 
to be in the wrong place at the wrong time, the creature only 
managed to incinerate itself. 
     
     "Damnation!" Mercy cleaned her blade with a scrap of cloth 
as she watched the funeral pyre burn. The scent of the beast's 
cooking flesh made her mouth water. It was such a crying shame 
that dragon meat was pure poison to humans! It would have been 
quite a bonus to be able to increase her supplies. Still, it was better 
to keep her pack light. Mercy satisfied herself with grabbing the 
burned squirrel. It hadn't been properly butchered, but beggars 
couldn't be choosers. 
     
     "That Hell spawn beast had the feel of a guard." She 
muttered softly as she skinned, and then tore the legs from the 
squirrel to make her dinner. She tossed away the rest of the animal 
and picked up her torch. "Guarding what though, I wonder?" 
Eating with one hand, she bit into steaming meat as she followed 
the dragon's tracks by firelight. Mercy soon discovered just what it 
was guarding. Wiping squirrel grease from her hands, she stood 
and studied the stone outcropping before her. Set into the living 
rock was a massive oaken door. "Now things are getting 
interesting!" 
     
     The warrior knew the risks involved in opening such a door. 
She had no way of detecting if any spell were placed upon it. Just 
touching the surface could give the witch warning of her approach. 
She had come this far. She just had to see this through! Mercy 
grasped the iron ring and gave a pull. With a squeal of protest, the 
door slowly creaked open. The air from below was surprisingly 
cool against her skin as she entered the stone structure. Thrusting 
her torch forward, she eyed the stairway ahead of her. This must be 
it. Down in the bowels of the earth was the witch's lair. Why else 
would there be such a fearsome guardian? Mercy had no option. 
Down she must go!
     
     The warrior pulled the door shut behind her, and began her 
decent. The rough-cut stone steps soon gave way to the evenly 
spaced cast stone of the ancients. She held her light to the dingy 
white tile of the walls. Mercy was proud of her learning as she 
made out the lettering. "PATCO?" she wondered. "Just what was a 
high speed line?" Few people would dare enter those places that 
still existed from the olden times. Trust a witch to set up her 
workshop of evil in such a wicked place! Just in case, she made a 
sign of warding. One never knew what forces still held after all the 
passing ages!    
     
     The stairs came to an end. Wreckage was all around her as 
Mercy followed footprints through the dust. Someone had come 
this way recently. Did the witch carry Prince Alexis? While a full 
grown man of eighteen seasons, he was slight of build. The warrior 
smiled grimly. How had the gentle lad reacted to being kidnapped 
right from his own bed? If only the king had listened and permitted 
her to bed down for the night on the floor of his chamber! If 
nothing else, six knights would still be in the land of the living! 
     
     "It would not be proper!" the king had shouted at her 
suggestion. "I can not permit a commoner to sleep with my son!"
     
     Mercy sighed. "Highness, you know the stories and rumors 
about me. I have no interest in men. I would not be tempted into 
his bed! Now if you had a daughter that shared his beauty, this 
would be another matter!" her tone softened. "Even you wouldn't 
keep me away from her."
     
     The king had smiled at that. "Yes, I have heard stories of 
your conquests among the serving wenches. I hear tell that even 
the iciest hearted maiden melts at your touch. At least you do not 
leave my servants heavy with child!" The smile left his face. "I 
must maintain the appearance of propriety! You may sleep outside 
of his door, not within! The matter is closed!" 
     
     Thus, on the fateful night, Mercy had slept in the corridor 
outside the Prince's bedchamber. No sound had come from within 
to alert her to any danger. Never the less, something had taken the 
lad during the night. The warrior cursed herself despite bearing no 
blame. When the knights failed to return on the third night after 
their departure, she had set out on her own.  
     
     Mercy had come to the end of a sort of platform. She faced a 
tunnel that obviously had originally run in two directions. A 
massive cave-in made the choice of direction simple. She jumped 
lightly down and eyed the rusted metal rails set into the ground. 
"Carts must have been pulled along these tracks." They looked 
very much like the tracks miners used to hail ore from deep within 
mines. The footprints had ended. "Perhaps the witch has such a 
cart!" 
         
     Onward she went. Unaccustomed fear gripped her heart as 
the torch's flame guttered and grew weaker. After another hundred 
paces, the flame went out! Mercy froze as she was plunged into a 
darkness the likes of which she had never known! Her normally 
keen eyes could detect not the slightest glimmer of light! She took 
a shuffling step, and then another. Catching her toe, she pitched 
forward to land painfully on the rail she had been following. Soft 
fur brushed her face and the warrior lashed out.
     
     "Let go!" something screamed as Mercy gripped tightly to 
what felt like some creature's tail. "Let go or by all the demons of 
Hell, I'll claw the eyes from your face and eat them!"
     
     "What good are eyes in this pit!" she shouted back while 
squeezing the tail tighter. "Do you think darkness will keep me 
from gutting you, whatever you are?"
     
     "I don't suppose it would!" There was a sudden glare of 
light. "My Mistress would be cross if she had to resurrect me again 
so soon! Now let loose my tail!"
     
     Mercy blinked her dazzled eyes until she could focus on the 
creature before her. "A talking cat, what demon work is this?"
     
     "That's right! I'm a demon!" The cat spat. "Have a care, 
human, or I'll rend the soul from your body!"
     
     The warrior regained her feet and glared at the thrashing 
feline she now dangled by the tail. "Rend away, puss. I believe you 
would have already if you had such powers!"
     
     The rather lovely black cat twisted and writhed. "Release 
me!" she screamed. "Release me or my Mistress will destroy the 
boy!"
     
     Mercy let the cat drop to the ground. It landed gracefully on 
all four feet. "Where is the Prince!" she demanded as she once 
again drew her sword.
     
      "Put that dragon tickler away! If you hurt me in any way, the 
boy will die screaming!" The cat curled around and licked the base 
of her tail. "You almost maimed me! You almost ruined my 
beauty! Humans are so cruel!"
     
     "You say that after kidnapping a member of the royalty 
itself?" The warrior sighed and sheathed her weapon. "Talk cat. I 
gather you were sent for me?"
     
     The cat continued grooming herself for several minutes 
before speaking again. "You're smarter then you look, human! My 
Mistress sent me when your torch was failing." The cat nudged the 
brilliantly glowing cylinder that lay between them in the dust. 
"This is a gift for you. Mistress would meet with the woman who 
faired so much better then all the king's men."
     
     The human picked up the cylinder. A fiercely bright light 
glared from the flat of one end. The body was clear as glass, but 
felt odd. Mercy pulled the knife from her belt and tried its edge on 
the clear cylinder. A sliver curled up as she carefully carved. "This 
is a tool of the olden times!" she declared, very nearly dropping the 
object. She peered closely. A much smaller metal cylinder moved 
freely within. Giving the glowing device a shake made the metal 
cylinder travel back and forth inside a centrally located coil of hair 
fine wire that gleamed not unlike her own fiery red locks. She 
shook it harder. Did the light grow brighter? Yes it did! Shaking it 
must be the way to renew the spell! Pressing her finger over a stud 
on the side of the main body made the light vanish with a soft 
click. Mercy wasted no time pressing again to bring it back.
     
     "Oh bravo!" the cat cheered. "You figured out its function 
quite quickly! Mistress will be pleased!"
     
     "I care not how pleased your mistress is! My only care is the 
safe return of the Prince!" She aimed the light at the feline and 
watched the flame-like reflection of its eyes. "Lead on, cat!"
     
     Tail held high, the cat spun around and strutted gracefully 
along a metal rail. "Betsy!" she sniffed disdainfully. "You are not 
to address me as cat!"
     
     "Betsy?" Try as she might, Mercy could not suppress her 
laughter. "The mighty demon that threatens to rend my soul is 
named Betsy?"
     
     The tail bristled. "Betsy is a fine name for a demon! It is not 
cute in the very least! Betsy is a perfectly fitting name for a 
creature such as me! Is that understood, human?"
     
     "Perfectly, oh mighty demon!" The warrior followed the 
feline in silence for several paces. "You are not to address me as 
human. My name is Mercy."
     
     "That's pretty." The cat stiffened. "I mean what a foolish 
name! How could you dare mock mine with a name like yours? 
Betsy and Mercy sound almost alike! "
     
     "I call for a truce, fearsome Betsy of the night. I have no 
quarrel with you!" The human grinned slightly. She rather liked 
the little fur face. It was just a shame she was in league with the 
witch! "Just lead me to your mistress."
     
     The cat looked back over one shoulder. "Truce, Mercy. 
We're nearly there. Extinguish your light and look ahead."
     
     The tunnel turned towards the right. A bright cheery glow 
came from some point just around the bend. "Is that her lair?" The 
warrior could not help whispering. "Is that where she holds the 
Prince?"
     
     "Yes and yes!" The feline sighed. "Mercy, have a care. You 
amuse my Mistress for the moment. Be on your guard and you will 
leave this place with your life!"
     
     "We will see who amuses who!" The human stood tall and 
strode purposefully towards the light. "Witch, I demand an 
audience with you!"
     
     A woman of indeterminate age turned from her seat before a 
glowing device atop her workbench and grinned toothlessly. "The 
woman warrior demands?"
     
     Betsy raced to the hag's side. "Mistress!  That is just her 
way. I am sure she meant no disrespect!"
     
     The witch lashed out and kicked the small creature. "When I 
want an opinion out of you, I will give you one!"
     
     Mercy gripped the hilt of her sword tightly as she watched 
Betsy scramble to the safety afforded under the workbench. "Is this 
how you treat harmless animals?" she demanded. Betsy hissed as if 
in anger over the harmless animal comment, but Mercy could 
detect gratitude in the feline's lovely green eyes. "I have come for 
the Prince!"
     
     The witch dramatically threw back her rag of a cape and 
stomped across the cavernous room to face Mercy. The creature 
was a tiny thing. Her shock of snowy white hair only reached eye 
level with the warrior. "I know why you have come! I may even 
grant your rude request. As for now," The witch motioned with a 
hand that looked like old and wrinkled parchment, stained with the 
marks of advanced age. "You have no need of armaments here!"
     
     Mercy felt her body stiffen as the sword jerked free from her 
hand and her knife leapt of its own accord from her belt. Both flew 
slow and stately through the air and came to rest above a wooden 
tub of water. "Parlor tricks." She stated firmly, hiding the sudden 
unease she felt as the steel of her weapons began to glow. Within 
seconds the metal began to flow. Globules of molten steel fell only 
to make the water hiss and boil.
     
     "I can always refine the steel." The witch explained as the 
last of the metal splashed. "If you are very good, I shall gift you 
with new blades that will put your crude weapons to shame!" She 
returned to her workbench and tapped her fingers on a platter of 
many small squares below the glowing rectangular panel. "Yes, I 
think I'll create some fine carbon steel to replace that crude base 
metal trash you call a blade!" A soft musical tone sounded. "Blast! 
The power grows weak again!" The witch frantically tapped the 
squares again and a tinny fanfare played just before the glow 
faded. 
     
     Mercy looked all around, but saw no sign of any windows 
shutting down. Why would such a message appear on the small 
panel the witch was staring at? Did it have anything to do with the 
large tome on the bench inscribed "Windows for Dummies?" She 
forced herself to relax. "Who are you?" she asked calmly. "What is 
that object?"
     
     The hag cackled. "The kingdom of Delphia has known me as 
The Witch of the Wood for generations! You are actually the first 
to dare ask my name in these last two hundred years! You may call 
me Lady Amanda." The tiny hag pulled the now dark panel down 
to click it in place over the section with all the squares. "This is 
knowledge!" she announced excitedly. "The ancients called it a 
laptop. This ancient wonder contains more medical information 
then all the healers in every kingdom on Earth have in their heads! 
With the library of books and disks I have unearthed, I have used it 
to re-learn secrets lost for over four thousand years!" The witch 
pounded the workbench. "I really must make time to recreate 
lithium ion batteries! The blasted internal battery can no longer 
hold a charge!" The hag shrugged and pulled wires from the large 
earthen jugs on the floor next to her bench. "Oh well, lead acid 
cells work well enough. I'll need fresh acid and more copper to 
renew the power supply though."
     
     It was a small price to pay for more information. Still, it 
galled the warrior to address this creature in such a pompous 
manner. "Lady Amanda, what is your reasoning for kidnapping the 
Prince?"
     
     "Four thousand years ago, a great Citadel stood above where 
we now stand. Those that dwelled there claimed it was a city of 
brotherly love. From the fragments of information I have gathered 
from it's downfall, and other Citadels like it, it was destroyed in a 
single instant! What type of love is that? The fools used nuclear 
weapons! Who started it, I do not know. I do know that every 
kingdom capable joined in. They unleashed hellish forces found 
only within the sun itself to wipe themselves out utterly! What 
good is conquering your foe if you poison the very land you want 
to claim for your own? What good is using a weapon so fearsome, 
if your enemy also will use his? No land was left untouched by this 
man made firestorm! No matter. The fools did leave me a gift." 
     
     The witch jumped up and moved with surprising speed to a 
rough wall that stretched across the back of the tunnel. She 
whipped a curtain aside. "See all these old and musty volumes? 
They lay forgotten and safe all these centuries until someone found 
this underground complex of tunnels and tracks. Their knowledge 
is mine! I have brought all I could find and build a library the likes 
this world has not seen since that foolish civilization fell! I have 
studied them along with the laptop for decades to reach my level of 
skill!" As far as the eye could see, the tunnel was lined with 
endless shelves of books. The warrior had never seen so many in 
one place before! "The time of learning has ended! Now I begin to 
add my own knowledge to the library!" the witch grabbed Mercy's 
arm and tugged. "Come along! I must show you my masterpiece!"
     
     The warrior let herself be lead across the cavern. The witch 
released her arm and tugged another curtain aside. There finally, 
was the Prince. The youth was strapped tightly, wrist and ankle to 
a gleaming metal table. His slender nude body writhed as if 
suffering the pains of Hell itself!  Mercy considered herself to be 
battle hardened, but what she was in time to witness made her feel 
ill! As Prince Alexis twisted and moaned something unspeakable 
happened. His penis sloughed off! The organ fell free to land with 
a wet splash of blood on the metal tabletop. The warrior watched 
in horror as the blood flowed down a drain so obviously placed 
there for just that purpose! The testicles were soon to follow. First 
the sack slipped free with a small splat. Finally one then the other 
manly jewel joined the phallus in its pool of bloody gore. 
     
     "You neutered him!" Muscles tensed and strained as a killing 
rage overcame her. Try as she might, Mercy could not move! "You 
sick filthy creature! You destroyed him!"
     
     The self-proclaimed Lady Amanda laughed. "Nothing as 
crude as a neutering I assure you!" The hag hurried forward and 
picked up the fallen penis. "This doesn't look like much now. I 
wonder if he'll even miss it." The insane woman collected the 
testicles and their sack too, tossing them phallus and all carelessly 
into a brightly burning brazier. "Now keep watching. The Prince is 
dead. Long live the Princess!"
     
     Mercy tried to ignore the scent of roasting flesh. It smelled 
much like a suckling pig on a spit. This time the aroma made the 
bile rise to burn the back of her throat. She could not tear her eyes 
from the open bloody gash between the Prince's legs. "Heavens 
preserve us!" she muttered as the raw meat began to shift and 
change. "Lips?" she gasped. "He, he's growing a, a vagina?"
     
     "Of course!" Amanda applauded herself. "Did you think I 
was some simple butcher? Behold my masterwork!"
     
     The form was more distinct now. The raw bloody look was 
fading as clean healthy flesh grew. Mercy felt her face grow warm 
as she gazed on an absolutely perfect flower of womanly love. 
"Why?" she breathed. "Why shame him like this?"
     
     "No shame! I have brought about his betterment!" The witch 
motioned to Alexis' chest. "Watch carefully now!"
     
     She knew what was coming next. The hips of the slender 
youth had already started to widen. Shifting her gaze higher, 
Mercy watched as the small nipples of a man grew and blossomed 
into those of a young woman. Now the chest itself was changing. 
The bosom filled out and swelled. The warrior hated herself for 
feeling a slight twinge of pleasure when the growth ceased at what 
she considered to be a pleasant handful. The last change she could 
detect was when the throat of the youth lost its tell tale bulge and 
took on a more smooth an supple appearance. Oddly, the face 
remained much the same. The wispy goatee that Alexis was so 
proud of had fallen out. The fine golden hairs had sprinkled over 
the smooth flesh and fallen to the metal table.  
     
     A sob escaped Mercy's lips. The handsome young man was 
gone! In his place was a winsome flaxen-haired beautiful maiden! 
"Why?" she cried again. "How did you manage this foul deed?"
     
     "Magic my dear!" The witch laughed. "My magic has 
unlocked all the secrets of the ancient ones! Where they took years 
of probing, trial, error, and just plain guessing, I can perform a 
masterpiece in just hours! They had a vast study effort called "The 
Human Genome Project" Once I discovered this from the old 
knowledge; I was able to use my gift of sight to see into the very 
essence of life itself! It was child's play to convince every Y 
chromosome in his body to become an X! I then merely gave him 
the required energy to force his organs to change and grow. Behold 
the result!"
     
     "Change him back!" Mercy managed to take a small 
shuffling step towards the filthy witch. "For pity's sake, restore his 
maleness before he awakes!"
     
     "Not so fast! This is where leverage comes to play!" The hag 
shoved Mercy back. The warrior fell to the floor. "Imagine just 
how much land the king would grant to have his simpering boy 
restored to him! I will settle for nothing less then half the kingdom! 
Remember, I can create all manner of weapons to drive my point 
home" 
     
     "He would never agree!" Mercy didn't doubt that for a 
moment. The king had a thing for propriety. Nothing about this 
was proper! He would consider his son dead and wage war! "I'll 
kill you myself rather then let the kingdom be plunged into war 
against magic!"
     
     "You, kill me? I think not!" Once again the witch lashed out 
a boot. Mercy saw stars when the boot connected with the side of 
her head.
     
     "Mercy, please wake up!" soft fur rubbed against her cheek. 
"I know well the hardness of her boot, but please wake up!"
     
     The warrior moaned. "Fierce Betsy?" she muttered as the 
world spun back into being. "How long was I out?"
     
     "Two hours, maybe more! Mistress grew tired of waiting and 
went to gather firewood. She won't be back for some time." The 
feline butted her face against the humans. "I was worried about 
you! I told you to be on your guard! Mistress isn't amused by you 
any more!"
     
     "The feeling is quite mutual!" The warrior sat up on the straw 
filled pallet and looked around the cage that surrounded her. One 
thing became obvious immediately. "The witch stripped me? Why 
in heavens did she remove my leather?"
     
     The cat looked frightened. "Mistress used her sight on you! 
She said she was gifting you with what a lover of other women and 
a warrior of your years so clearly wanted!" The petite cat seemed 
agitated. "She thinks you will be beholden to her. She thinks you 
will become her creature, like I am!"
     
     Anger burned the fear from Mercy's heart. "Not much 
chance of that, Betsy of the darkness!" What had the foul witch 
meant? The warrior looked down at her body and froze. The scars! 
The scars of many years of battle were fading! "That filthy 
monster!" Mercy wore her scars with pride. They were a record of 
battles fought and won! Several healers had offered to lesson or 
remove the worst of them. She had only laughed that they thought 
her so vain. "How dare she remove the chapters of my life like 
this?" That's when she noticed her hands. The lines of age had 
faded too! "Betsy! What is happening to me?"
     
     The cat flinched. "Mistress has undone the ravages of time 
for you. She calls it complete cellular regeneration. Mistress claims 
any woman would trade her soul for such a gift!" Betsy slowly 
backed away in fear. "Mercy, I told her you were too strong and 
just for such a tactic to work! She doesn't listen to me!"
     
     The warrior's eyes opened wide as her bosoms slowly rose 
on her chest until they rode firm and high as they did when she was 
a mere girl. She closely examined the smooth supple flesh of her 
arms and legs. She pulled the long leather tie from her hair and 
shook the thick mane free. Look hard as she might, she could see 
none of the invading strands of silver that had been slowly building 
over the years. Her hair was the uniform blazing flame red she 
remembered it being when she was..."Eighteen?" she asked softly. 
"Am I really eighteen again?"
     
     Betsy had burrowed under a pile of straw. "That's what she 
said she was aiming for! Please don't blame me!"
     
     "No blame falls to you, demon-spawn Betsy!" She clenched 
her fists. "As for your mistress, she will pay!"
     
     The cat peeked out of the straw that hid her. "Mercy, she 
granted you another gift! I am so sorry!"
     
     Before she could answer, pain burned deep in her guts. She 
fell back on the pallet and cried out. "What else?" she gasped as 
her insides squirmed. 
     
     The cat raced forth and sprang up to join the fallen warrior. A 
raspy pink tongue licked the human's cheek in an offer of comfort. 
"Something a lover of women would welcome! She gave you a 
prod of your very own!"
     
     Mercy traced her fingers over the center of the pain. A hard 
lump was rapidly growing about an inch over her sex. "No!" she 
screamed when understanding dawned. "Being made a monster is 
no gift I would welcome!" She groaned and writhed, as the lump 
grew bigger.
     
     "I know it hurts!" Betsy cried, remembering the long ago 
pain in her head that brought understanding, speech and cognitive 
thought. "It will ease soon! I promise it will be over soon!"
     
     The lump was now nearly as big as her fist. "Knife!" she 
gasped through gritted teeth. "Get me a blade!"
     
     The cat ran as if the demons of Hell were hot on her heels 
and slipped effortlessly through the bars of the cage. "Hold on 
Mercy! Please hold on!" It seemed like hours, but the cat returned 
only moments later. A tiny but gleaming knife was gripped 
carefully in her teeth. "Scalpel!" she announced as she dropped it 
into the human's hand. "It is very clean and sharp!"
     
     Mercy was panting as she gripped the tiny blade. Before she 
could think to change her mind, she acted! Moving swiftly, she 
traced the blade around the huge blister of tightly stretched skin. A 
gout of blood burst free as something long pushed its way into the 
open air. "It's not all out!" the warrior cried as she forced her 
fingers down along the base of the bloody shaft. Squirming and 
moaning, she freed the two other objects trapped under her skin. 
"The worst is over." She gasped as she could finally still her 
straining body.
     
     The little black cat shivered. "I, I thought you would cut it 
off!"
     
     Mercy sighed. "Couldn't risk that." She hid the little blade 
carefully amid the straw. "A male's organ has a vast blood supply. 
I would have surely bled to death if I did!" She sat up and dared to 
look between her legs. What had she become? Her own sex 
remained. Her questioning fingers confirmed that. Now she also 
sported the shaft and balls of a man! She felt ill as she examined 
the gore-covered organ. Why had the witch done this to her? Did 
she think this cursed thing would please her? Such organs had 
never interested her before. Why in Hell would she want one of her 
own? She staggered to her feet and headed for the corner of her 
cage. The warrior shivered as she poured a bucket of cold water 
over the bloody thing. It looked no better clean.
     
     Betsy wandered over and inspected her friend's new addition. 
"That is what will please women?" she asked innocently. "That is 
the second one I have seen, but I still don't understand the 
attraction." The cat sniffed in disdain. "It looks like a sausage. 
Why would women like you with a sausage thing sticking out of 
your body? Yours is bigger then the Prince's was though."
     
     "Surely you jest. Haven't any toms come sniffing around 
your furry little tail?" Mercy poked the thick shaft and shuddered. 
Yes, she felt that quite plainly. "Haven't you wanted one to cover 
you and give you kittens?"
     
     The feline sighed. "No, Mercy. I was born underground. In 
all of my fifty seasons, I have never been to the surface. I gather 
toms mean cats that are boys. I never met any of those. The only 
other four-legs I ever see are mice." The cat cheered considerably 
and licked her chops. "At least the eating is good down here!"
     
     The now young warrior eyed her feline companion. "Fifty 
seasons? I gather the witch has worked her age spell on you too."
     
     "Of course. She claims two years is the optimum age for a 
prime mouser like me." Betsy sighed. "My lot in life is to keep 
rodents out of her lair. I fear it will be a very long one."
     
     
     
      Mercy smiled kindly. "Would you like to see the world up 
above? Would it interest you to meet any of those toms I 
mentioned?"
     
     Betsy paused in her seemingly never ending grooming. 
"Kittens? If only I could!" A note of longing entered her voice. "If 
you escape, can, can you take me with you?"
     
     Mercy knelt and stroked the sleek black fur of her friend. 
"Betsy of the demon realm, I swear on my honor to not only 
escape, but to free you and the Prince!"
     
     Soft purring filled the air. "I'm not really a demon, you 
know. Mistress reworked my brain so human like capacity would 
fit in my skull. Then, of course, my lifespan had to be augmented 
so she wouldn't have to keep creating other's like me. She then 
gave me the organs of speech. I think that was mainly so she could 
hear me praise her." Betsy sighed. "I'm no demon. I'm only 
Mistress's first successful biology experiment."
     
     "No only about you, Hell-cat Betsy!" the human gave a final 
tickle behind the cat's ears before standing. "You are fearsome 
Betsy, demon of the night. Don't ever forget that!"
     
     The cat sat up tall, tail proudly raised. "Mercy, I pledge my 
loyalty to you! I'll help in any way I can!"
     
     The human looked about her cage. "You've already helped 
immensely with that blade." She reached for the door and shook 
the heavy lock. "Would there be a key for this?"
     
     The cat managed to look embarrassed. "I am Betsy the fool! 
If Mistress has one, no! If that witch left a key here, by my heart 
and soul I will find it!" The cat was off again in an instant, leaving 
her human friend to her own thoughts for the moment.
     
     Those thoughts soon turned to her unwanted new additions. 
Surely a gifted healer would be able to remove it. She stared at it. 
The cursed thing hung limp between her legs, fully six inches of 
unwanted flesh dangling flaccid over two large goose eggs of 
useless manhood. Thank the heavens above her womanhood still 
remained! Yes, a healer would be able to remove this horror! 
Mercy heard a slight moan and looked up. Her own problems were 
nothing compared to those of the Prince!  
     
     Alexis lay still just a scant few feet away. His pert breasts 
rose and fell as he slept peacefully. From her vantage point, the 
warrior had an unobstructed view up between long shapely legs. A 
silky tuft of golden curls had grown to crown the beautiful vagina 
in a glory delightful to behold. Mercy felt a strange stirring deep in 
her body and looked down at herself. "Oh no. No, no, no!" she 
breathed as her penis twitched in time to the pounding of her heart. 
The organ slowly swelled and grew! It no longer hung limp. It 
rose, jerk by jerk, to point itself at the poor unfortunate Prince! 
Inch by inch it lengthened. The ruddy head soon peeked from the 
skin encasing it. Nearly ten inches of engorged flesh now quivered 
with eagerness!
     
     The warrior could not stop her hand from moving. She 
touched the hard flesh of the shaft and felt a sensation of pleasure! 
Unwanted thoughts invaded her mind. This evil python wanted 
something, and Mercy knew just what it was! Sweat beaded her 
brow as she returned her gaze to the bound and sleeping Prince. 
He, no, she was lovely. Her hand gently grasped the hardness that 
was her erection. She moved that hand, and it was good! 
     
     Mercy tore her eyes from the sleeping form and forced her 
hand to release it's grip. "I will not do this!" she declared through 
clenched teeth. That's when she noticed a small pot of grease just 
outside of her cage. With a moan, the proud warrior dropped to her 
knees. Reaching through the bars, she managed to snatch up the 
pot. Her finger shook as she scooped up a dollop of the soothing 
lubricant and began to apply it to her throbbing organ. "Would it 
feel like this?" she gasped as she once again gripped the shaft, and 
slid her hand up and down. "Is this the feeling men crave so 
much?"
     
     The redhead pumped her hand faster and faster on the 
shamefully hard organ. Would it be such a bad thing if the Prince 
remained a Princess? She had always liked the lad. It had always 
struck her as cute the way he followed her around like a lovesick 
puppy since he was ten years old. Now he was just the sort of 
willowy beauty that appealed to her! Her mouth watered to taste of 
the lovely flower that was his vagina. Her penis simply throbbed 
with the need to enter that sacred glory! Mercy gripped the bars of 
her cage tightly with one hand as she wildly stroked her hardness. 
The warrior's mouth hung open as she panted. Her eyes fluttered 
as she leaned towards the bars as if to get closer to the lovely 
maiden that was the Prince.
     
     Deep inside she felt it building. Her body was straining to 
reach something. Resting her cheek against the cold iron of the 
bars, Mercy continued her frantic flogging. The Prince made such 
a lovely maiden! The warrior felt she could perhaps give up her 
life of fighting if such a woman was hers to love! The building 
pressure within her seemed to explode! Mercy grunted like some 
beast. Her penis throbbed as a rope of shimmering pearly syrup 
burst free from the bulbous helm of its crown. Said rope arched 
through the air. It bridged the short distance between cage and 
table to drape wetly over the Prince's sleeping form. Again and 
again the thick shining fluid spurted from her body until Alexis 
fairly glistened from legs to breasts with the issue of Mercy's 
ejaculate.
     
     The warrior tried to slow her racing heart when it was finally 
over. Where before she felt passion, now she only felt shame. Was 
she no better then a man? Was it now her destiny to be led around 
by this wicked rod of flesh? "No!" she declared, turning her back 
to the spattered Prince. "Never again!" 
     
     "Never again?" The witch cackled in triumph. "Are you sure 
about that my dear girl? You surely seemed to enjoy the 
lubrication I left for you! Are you sure you will never stroke 
yourself like that again?" 
     
     "Of that I am certain!" Mercy stood tall, refusing to admit her 
shame to the hag. "I control my own destiny! No lump of flesh will 
change that!"
     
     "We shall see!" The harpy shuffled over to the sleeping 
Prince and slapped his cheek. "Awake, you lazy slut! It is time to 
meet your fellow prisoner!"  
     
     Alexis opened his eyes. "Who dares call me slut?" The eyes 
opened wider. "Who?" He cleared his throat and tried again. Who 
dares?" The voice that emerged from those ruby lips was the clear 
sweet soprano of his boyhood days. 
     
     "Watch your tongue, girly!" The witch untied the cords 
pinning the Prince. "On your feet, whore!"
     
     The Prince sprang from the table, only to stagger and fall 
face first to the floor. "What is wrong? I feel strange!"
     
     More cackling laughter met this mishap. "Nothing is wrong, 
missy! I'd guess it was a simple matter of over compensation on 
your part. Your center of gravity is forever changed, among other 
things!"
     
     Alexis looked down at his nude body and froze. "This can 
not be!" A wail of pure heartache and dismay followed as he 
realized his manhood was missing.
     
     The witch grabbed golden hair and yanked Alexis back to his 
feet. "In the cage with you, or I'll give you something to really cry 
about!" 
     
     Mercy rushed the cage door as the witch dragged the Prince 
over while waving one hand in complex patterns. "Unhand him, 
bitch!" she shouted as the lock opened itself and the door swung 
wide. The warrior charged and the witch pointed a single shriveled 
finger her way. Some invisible force flung Mercy against the far 
side of the cage. She could only watch stunned as the Prince was 
unceremoniously tossed in with her. She was unable to move 
before the lock once again clicked back into place.
     
     "Why so angry?" The witch grinned a toothless grin. "You 
should be happy I gave you such a pretty present!"
     
     The warrior regained her feet and rushed to the Prince's side. 
"Calm yourself." She said soothingly as the winsome form 
trembled in shock. "You are still alive! This can be set right!"
     
     Brilliant blue eyes fought back tears. "I am a woman?" 
Alexis asked in horror. "How can this be?"
     
     "Magic most foul!" Mercy could only answer. "The witch of 
the woods means to ransom your manhood to the king."
     
     "Who are you?" The lovely Prince eyed her carefully, 
gasping when noticing the now flaccid penis. The light of 
recognition dawned. "Mercy, you have been altered too?"
     
     "Regrettably yes your highness." She sighed. "I am so sorry I 
could not prevent you from seeing me this way."
     
     "You're sorry? You're sorry? You're a beautiful girl with a 
masterful cock!" The Prince's voice was growing shrill. "What 
have you to be sorry for? You have a staff even larger then the one 
stolen from me!" The flaxen haired beauty began to scream. "What 
am I? I'm nothing but a useless woman now!"
     
     Mercy hated to do it, but she had to calm this outburst down. 
With lightning speed she raised her hand and slapped the hysterical 
Prince's face. "How dare you say useless woman in my presence?" 
she demanded. "Have I ever appeared as useless to you?"
     
     Alexis looked at her with wide eyes. "I meant no disrespect! I 
know full well you have carved out a pathway of glory for 
yourself! My father trusts you as he does his champion knights!" 
The Prince choked back a sob. "I only meant, what is to become of 
me?"
     
     "Oh ho! A lover's spat!" The witch seemed quite proud of 
herself. "I knew the royal bitch would make an excellent woman! 
See how the whore already praises the size of your meat and then 
simpers before your anger!" 
     
     Mercy glared at their tormenter. "Make your demands!" she 
barked. "Let us end this mockery!"
     
     "In due time!" Steely eyes flashed fire. "Perhaps I should 
wait a bit. Would the king like a grandchild? Young Mercy, why 
not sew your seed in the slut's fertile valley? I assure you, she is as 
fertile as you are virile! Unload your seed in the slut, and her belly 
will grow great with your child!"
     
     The prince took that moment to notice the slimy fluid 
beginning to dry on flawless pale skin. Alexis knew it for what it 
was in an instant. Lovely eyes grew wide in horror. "You 
wouldn't!" he squealed. "You can't!" 
     
     Mercy sighed as the lovely Prince backed away in panic. 
"No, I wouldn't." she calmly replied. "Let's just consider what you 
are wearing as payback. I remember what a certain twelve-year-old 
boy did while spying on me as I bathe in the river. I was not 
pleased to find your issue all over the towel as I wiped my face 
with it!"
     
     "I think you will." The witch added. "Young Mercy, you now 
have the organ and drives of a man! How long can you stay locked 
in with such a pretty little naked tart before you take what you will 
from her?"
     
     Before she could answer, a loud clatter filled the cavern. All 
manner of metalwork tumbled to the ground in a far corner. A 
small black cat froze in her attempts to tug open a drawer in an old 
chest. Mercy lunged at the bars in an attempt to grab the witch. 
"Betsy, run!" she screamed, as the hag seemed to crackle with 
rage.
     
     "Betrayer! Ungrateful little spy! Trying to open my chest of 
secrets?" With the intricate motion of one hand, the hag suspended 
the brave cat in thin air. "I should skin you alive for a winter cap!" 
The witch stamped over to the hissing and struggling cat. "No! I 
will use you as bait! Betsy the traitor will spend her final moments 
being torn apart by the feral dog I will use in the creation of her 
replacement! Now join your friends in their cage! If you step 
beyond it's confines, I'll lop off your paws and feed them to you in 
a stew!" With another hand motion, the spitting angry feline was 
sent hurling towards the cage containing the humans. It wasn't by 
accident that the valiant creature's head clipped one of the iron 
bars!
     
     Mercy's reflexes took over as she dove to catch the fallen 
feline. "Betsy, I have you!" she cried as she cradled the limp form 
in her arms. "By all the Gods above, you will regret this!" she 
swore at the retreating form of the witch. "If this small person dies, 
then so shall you!"
     
     "It's only a cat." The Prince said as Mercy gently rocked the 
small furry form. "The kingdom is over run with such strays."
     
     The warrior very nearly struck her cage mate again. "There is 
nothing `only' about Betsy! She risked her very existence for us! 
You best remember that!"
     
     Emerald green eyes fluttered. "Hi Mercy." The petite black 
cat whispered. "I, I have to tell you something!" Those green eyes 
opened wide as the feline began to gag and choke.
     
     "Hold on, little friend!" The warrior gently placed the 
stricken animal on the straw of her sleeping pallet. "What can I do? 
How can I help you?"
     
     Betsy shuddered with each choking breath. Soon, a mass of 
wet matted substance began to emerge from her mouth. With a 
final heaving retch, the disgusting mass of slimy wet fur was 
deposited on the straw. The feline panted from her efforts. 
"Mercy" She gasped. "I, I wasn't opening that drawer!"
     
     Prince Alexis looked on in undisguised disgust. "So the cat 
can talk. Does that give it the right to befoul our only sleeping 
arrangements?"
     
     Mercy laughed as the cat looked up and gave her a tired 
wink. "You were closing the drawer, not opening it!" the warrior 
dropped her voice to a whisper. "Betsy, you are one of the bravest 
persons I have ever met!" she grabbed up the slimy fur ball, and 
began pulling it apart. A wet key gleamed from within!
     
     "Let us leave!" The winsome Prince cried.
     
     "Hold your tongue!" The warrior grabbed the lovely Prince's 
arm and gave it a warning squeeze. "We wouldn't get ten paces 
before she stops us!"
     
     "You forget with whom you speak to!" Alexis stood tall. "I 
am Prince of Delphia! Heir to my father's crown! You may be the 
King's special agent, but you have no authority to order me 
about!"
     
     The black cat's tail bristled. "Shut up, you silly woman! I 
have no wish to dine on my paws tonight!"
     
     "You call a Prince a Woman? You little vermin eating pest! 
I'll show you who is a woman!" He made the mistake of letting 
Mercy see him attempt to kick the valiant little cat. Betsy danced 
away with a warning hiss, but the damage was done! 
     
     "No! I'll show you who is a woman!" Anger boiled in 
Mercy's blood. She made to strike the Prince, but in the last second 
she acted in a manner that surprised even her. The warrior roughly 
yanked the flaxen beauty to her. Pressing her body against the 
graceful form of the Prince, she kissed Alexis deeply. He struggled 
as the warrior's tongue entered the warmth of his mouth, but 
Mercy's strength far surpassed his! "You, my pretty Alex, are a 
woman!" she hissed in a delicate ear. "Every aspect of your body 
proves it! The graceful widening of your hips looks just right to 
assure easy birthing! That delightful firm round bottom could 
never be confused with that of a boy! As for the luscious form of 
your adorable breasts, you will have no trouble giving sup to any 
babies you may deliver! Yes, you are all woman! Nobody will see 
you as Prince! You look more like the milkmaid that every farm 
lad dreams of catching alone in the hayloft!" To drive the point 
home, the warrior roughly groped between plump and heavenly 
thighs wile indulging in another kiss. She continued in the softest 
of whispers "The royal jewels are gone, perhaps never to return! 
Only the witch knows for sure! Remember that! Attempt to hurt 
Betsy again and not only will I leave you to the witch; I will take 
the place of that farm lad in the hayloft! Do you understand?"
     
     When released, Alexis staggered back until she pressed 
against the cold bars. "Yes Mercy." She whimpered. "I, I 
understand." The stunned Princess hastily retreated to the far 
corner of the cage. What was the strange wetness she was feeling 
between her legs? The warmth fairly flowed over her thighs. Why 
had plump nipples grown so firm and hard? Finally, why in 
heavens was she crying just because a woman had scolded?
     
     The warrior curbed her anger when Alexis ran away. "Good! 
Now let me think of some way to get us both returned to normal!" 
Mercy turned her back on Alexis. Her stupid penis was growing 
annoyingly hard once more and she had no wish to frighten the 
Prince again! It was best to plunge back into the problem at hand. 
"Demon beast Betsy, perhaps you could answer me a question."
     
     The cat sat up at attention. "Anything for you Mercy! I'll 
help in any manner I can."
     
     "The times I witnessed the hag work magic, she made all 
manner of complex motions with her hand. Is this habit, or do her 
spells need the hand moving?"
     
     The cat's eyes sparkled. "The movements are a necessary 
part of any spells! You should have seen her when she worked on 
the Prince, and set your own change in motion. She waved both 
hands about so fast I could hardly follow them!"
     
     Mercy stared at the key. Such a small thing quite possibly 
meant they would win the day! "I'll have to bide my time." She 
couldn't trust the emotional wreck the Princess had become. 
"Betsy, would you be able to hold onto your former mistress's 
hand if I gave you the word?"
     
     The cat thought for a moment. She raised a paw and 
displayed her wickedly sharp claws. "Mercy, your word is my law! 
I'll follow you through the gates of Hell itself if you only ask!" 
The petite feline giggled. "More to the point, when I get hold of 
something, I do not let it go!" 
     
     `Hopefully it won't come to that!" The warrior smiled. "I 
couldn't ask for a better companion to face the demons of the 
afterworld with though! What I had in mind could be just as 
dangerous. If I can catch her off guard, we can immobilize her 
arms. Perhaps we can convince the hag to return the Princess, um, 
Prince back to normal."
     
     Preparations had to be made. Mercy felt her face grow warm 
as she picked up the small pot of grease again. What had 
compelled her to use it in that undignified way before? With a 
shrug, she set about applying the lubrication to the hinges of the 
cage door. She wanted no hint of sound to give the witch any 
warning. A slender hand touched hers.
     
     "Don't forget the lock and key." The Princess said softly. 
"She may hear it click as you open it."
     
     "Good thinking, Alexis." Mercy used the key to open the 
lock and greased up the moving parts as best she could. "Are you 
alright now?" she asked not unkindly as she relocked their prison.
     
     The princess bravely tried to put a smile on her face. "I trust 
you completely. If I am to be returned to normal, I know you'll 
make it happen!"
     
     The warrior leaned close and kissed the lovely lips of the 
Prince once more. This time there was no struggle. "I'll do my 
best! If it can be done, we'll do it!" To her delight, this time it was 
Alexis who kissed her!
     
     "For luck!" the beauty assured, as if the simple but loving act 
could not possibly be due to passion.
     
     "Ah, the sweet first kiss of love!" The witch had returned 
without notice! "How many babies had their start with just that 
first little kiss?"
     
     Mercy laughed. "It takes a bit more then a kiss, you broken 
down wreck of a woman!"
     
     "Sticks and stones!" reminded the witch. "Sticks and stones 
can crush the life out of prisoners who don't mind their tongues!"
     
     "True, you can kill me." The warrior calmly replied. "You 
can kill us all, but you can not force me to mount on command and 
breed like some trained stallion!"
     
     The hag stared at Mercy's erection. "I do not think it would 
take much force. How long can you fight the temptation to sink 
that wonderful rod into the warmth of Princess Slut's ripe and 
fertile body?"
     
     "I can control my urges!" Mercy shouted angrily. "I may 
have this cursed member, but I am no man driven only by his 
urges!"
     
     "Urges can be increased." The witch cast off the tattered rags 
she was dressed in. "Nothing increases urges like being exposed to 
something you can not possibly have!"
     
     The warrior laughed bitterly. "Seeing your broken down 
body makes my hand look all the more appealing, you ancient 
dried up prune!"
     
     She started slowly. Waving both hands in intricate patterns, 
the witch cackled with glee. "True, two hundred years has taken its 
toll. What can I say? This is the body peasants expect from their 
resident witch!" The air around her began to shimmer. "Just for 
you though, I'll let you see the bloom of my youth! I'll have you 
know the boys were always sniffing around me like lowly little 
dogs! Watch and feel your cock grow harder as I unwind time 
itself just for you!"
     
     The warrior barked out a laugh. "You showed that parlor 
trick already! Is your mind so feeble you forgot you made me 
young again?"
     
     "This is no simple regeneration!" the witch's hands flew at 
unimaginable speed. "I am rolling back time itself! Unlike you, I 
have no wish to be trapped as a young girl. I will remain ready to 
recapture my hard earned wretchedness at the wave of one hand. 
Only my beautiful mind shall remain untouched, shielded from the 
time spell! My body shall be one of a temptress just entering her 
eighteenth season. Before long you will be desperate to ram your 
cock into my soft warm tightness!" She laughed, and the sound 
was somehow more musical now. "Only you will be unable to 
touch me trapped in your cage! You will have to choose. Use the 
Princess's womb as the receptacle for your seed, or spill it 
uselessly onto the dirty stone floor! I'm betting a pretty pussy will 
be far more inviting then your grasping stroking hand!"
     
     Mercy's disgust at watching the naked hag soon was 
dispelled. In short order it was a handsome middle-aged woman 
that stood before her. It had amazed the when her own bosoms had 
returned to their youth. This was by far more interesting to behold! 
The warrior's jaw dropped as lifeless sacks grew plump firm and 
very nearly as large as her own. The leathery skin grew suppler. 
The ravages of age faded and were gone. Pale smooth skin glowed 
with the vitality of youth. The shock of frizzy white hair too had 
vanished. Long silky hair hung nearly down to the lovely girl's 
waist. It glimmered like fire! It was every bit as red as the 
warrior's own proud mane! It went much farther then that. "What 
is this trickery?" Mercy gasped. The witch looked to be a sister to 
her! "Who are you?"
     
     The redheaded witch danced lightly across the floor. "Do you 
find me appealing?" she asked in a voice as musical as silver bells. 
"Does the sight of your ancestress make the blood pound in your 
loins? I too am of the McCauley clan! Does lust boil within you for 
your dear old auntie? You should be ashamed of yourself!"
     
     Mercy gulped. Amanda was like a petite version of herself! 
What did that say of her since her cock now throbbed with lust! 
"No shame!" she said roughly. "It is the Princess's beauty that has 
affected me so! Do not flatter yourself into thinking it is your body 
I wish to pierce!"
     
     Alexis squealed and backed into the corner. "No! I must 
remain untouched! How could I face myself as a man if I was 
taken as a woman?"
     
     Betsy sighed. "Oh do shut up, you silly little girl! If Mercy 
wanted to take you, she would already have done it!"
     
     "The shame is on you, Amanda!" Mercy grinned at the little 
cat's interruption. "My willpower is greater then you suspect. Do 
what you will. I will simply wait it out. Eventually this damn fool 
member will lose interest and grow limp again! If not, I shall just 
gaze upon the princess, and use my hand again to spill my issue on 
the ground! You do not tempt me!"
     
     The witch laughed. "We shall see." She whispered as she 
continued her dance. "My body is now young and beautiful. See 
how ripe it is for the plucking? Yes, my dear Mercy. This lovely 
body is untouched! Would you not like to claim my virtue for your 
own?" she moved closer to the bars and sensually traced delicate 
hands over flawless milk pale skin. "I know the timing of such 
things. This youthful body is ripe! If you should claim me with 
your cock this day, I would most certainly end up great with your 
child! Does that not fan the flames of your soul?"
     
     Mercy stood rock still, clenching her hands into tight fists. 
The pain of the key cutting into her palm helped keep her lust 
fogged mind focused. "Certainly not!" she said with a bit too much 
force. "Why would I want to sire a child onto you?"
     
     "My breasts growing even larger with milk does not tempt 
you? No matter. I think I know what will." Amanda twirled away 
from the bars with a feline grace that rivaled Betsy's. "I think I 
should show you how a young and lonely girl spent many a long 
night before her mother sent her away to train as a novice witch! I 
think you may enjoy it. You watch too, Princess whore! The lesson 
will serve you well as you explore the joys of your womanhood!"
     
     Mercy watched quite eagerly as the redheaded sprite danced 
about. How could a two hundred year old hag move with such a 
raw sensuality? Amanda was taking every opportunity to display 
her womanly charms. It may have been a bit vain, but the warrior 
thought it lovely the way the flaming red hair framed the flower of 
the witch's sex. Let's be honest. Mercy was also getting strange 
urges concerning the idea of that other pretty little hole every time 
Amanda bent and showed off the sexy little rounds of her bottom! 
     
     The witch reached the metal table that so recently held Alexis 
captive. She leaned over it, laying her upper body over the cold 
hard surface. "This is how it was." The witch said softly. "A poor 
and lonely maiden dreamed of having a man, but only had her own 
hand to ease her! Watch now, young Mercy!" she breathed as a 
slender hand wormed its way under her body. "See how I stroke 
the lips." The hag gasped. "It has been so long since I have felt this 
pleasure!"
     
     The warrior slowly opened her hand and stared at the key. 
She looked down at the little black cat and grinned as she reached 
for the lock. There was just a soft click as the heavy lock popped 
open. Holding her breath, Mercy slowly pushed open the cage 
door.
     
     The witch was on her toes as her hand moved between her 
legs. She writhed, sliding her breasts over the smooth hard surface 
of the blood stained table. "My body yearns for this! My body 
burns for this!" The husky voice had the sound of someone lost 
deep within herself. "If only I could unlock the cage! If only I 
could risk it all to feel a cock drive itself into my belly!" The 
fingers stroked along pouting lips. "How would it feel to even ram 
my fingers deep inside? That is something I will never even 
know!" She shook herself, but the fingers continued their play. 
"Wouldn't you love that? Wouldn't you thrill over the thought of 
me letting you free to claim my innocence? Take the whore 
Princess! Enjoy her body. She is my gift to your new manhood! 
Take her! Take her now!"
     
     The warrior expected Amanda to look back over her shoulder 
at any second. Thank the stars above that she was so absorbed in 
pleasuring herself! Closer she crept, with the valiant Betsy at her 
side. Her cock throbbed, but she did her best to ignore it as she 
slowly reached out to the busy little witch. At the last second, the 
witch finally did look, but it was too late! Mercy pounced! She 
grasped the slender wrist of the masturbating girl, and held on tight 
as she could! 
     
     "No! Unhand me!" the suddenly frightened girl screamed. 
Amanda thrashed on the table, but Betsy moved like black 
lightning! Both of the witch's arms were trapped! Mercy held hers 
tight and immobile, while Betsy rode hers like a farmhand 
breaking a new horse! "No! You don't understand!" the pinned girl 
cried as the warrior grabbed at a strap on one corner of the table. 
"I'll restore you!" the witch promised. "I'll make the whore back 
into a man! Let me go!" Mercy wrestled the strap around the 
slender wrist and bound it tight. "Please! You know not what you 
are doing!" Now she was free to help Betsy. It was all over in a 
moment. The witch was bound by both wrists to the evil table on 
which she altered the Prince. "I yield!" she screamed. "I can make 
you rich! I can give you powers beyond your dreams! Just let me 
go!"
     
     "What powers could you give me?" the warrior demanded. "I 
have no wish to make a deal with the demons of Hell!"
     
     "A tool. Nothing more!" The frantic witch wriggled her 
fingers, but it wasn't nearly enough to make the symbols needed to 
cast a spell. "I can forge you a weapon like none seen in these last 
four thousand years!" the girlish voice dropped to a conspiratorial 
whisper. "Utilizing a small controlled explosion, this weapon can 
hurl a metal projectile no bigger then my littlest finger well over 
two thousand paces. With the proper aim, that simple little 
projectile would be able to enter the chest and tear open the heart 
of any living foe! Think a moment! Armor could stop an arrow, 
but no armor today could stand up to a full metal jacket round! 
Imagine vanquishing an enemy before he could even see the whites 
of your eyes! You would be invincible!"
     
     Mercy bristled. She didn't understand it all, but she knew the 
general meaning! "Am I a coward? Are you saying my skill with a 
blade is not good enough?"
     
     "No! A blade then! I can create steel of a strength you have 
never heard of! It would keep its edge far longer then any weapon 
of its type! Its gleam would never see the slightest touch of tarnish! 
Such a sword could be yours if only you free my hands!"
     
     "My dear Lady Amanda, I am nobody's fool!" On a strange 
impulse, the warrior raised a hand and brought it down hard on the 
bound girl's lovely rump. Once, twice, thrice she slapped that pale 
bottom. Mercy only stopped when she saw the red image of her 
own hand showing plainly on the smooth warm flesh. "Are you 
crying?" she asked in surprise as the witch's slender body 
trembled.
     
     "N-No!" the bound girl sniffled. "I, I am n-not crying! Just 
let me go, please? Let me go before something happens!"
     
     The warrior sighed. "This is quite a problem. How could you 
expect me to trust you now?" The hand that once struck the tender 
bottom now gently caressed in an effort to sooth away the ruddy 
handprints. "Bound to this table, you are such a comely and 
agreeable little thing. Once I release you, my life would most 
likely be forfeit. You do understand the dilemma, don't you?"  
     
     "I swear it!" the witch screamed as the caressing hand 
ventured to slid along the curve of her hip and up under her 
struggling body. "No! Don't touch me there! By all that is sacred, I 
swear I will take no revenge!"
     
     Mercy felt silky curls before she reached wonderful warmth. 
This was familiar ground for the warrior. Many maidens had fallen 
to the persuasion of her gentle touch. She smiled at just how many 
protested that a woman should not lay with another woman. In 
Mercy's varied and pleasurable experience, the ones that protested 
the most usually made the best and most eager lovers. Now the 
witch was protesting more then any had before her! Her new cock 
throbbed! The warrior let her fingertips grow bolder as they slowly 
glided over pouting lips. The moisture to follow made her heart 
thump and her cock ache even more. "Why do you protest, pretty 
little witch. Your body seems to like this very much!"
     
     "I can't have it!" Amanda cried out. "You don't understand! I 
can not possibly receive you into me!"
     
     The warrior knew a challenge when she heard one! "You 
think this hard staff you gave me is unable to fit in your sheath? 
Ask any midwife across the land. A baby's head is far wider then 
this prod of mine!" Mercy withdrew her hand and took her time 
licking the fluid from her fingers. "Pretty witch, I'll be gentle with 
you!" With that being said, the warrior moved up right behind the 
struggling beauty. "I am certain this key will fit your lock!" she 
announced gleefully as she wedged a leg between the tightly 
closed limbs of the sobbing witch and roughly spread them.
     
     "No, no, no! Don't break me!" Amanda wailed. "I must 
remain pure of body!"
     
     Mercy laughed. "Are you waiting for your Prince Charming 
to arrive? The only Prince you ever met has lost his manhood due 
to your meddling! I think it's only fair that the cock you created 
takes his place!" The warrior had no intention of risking everything 
by taking Amanda's prize, but the struggling woman deserved to 
fear for her well being for what she had done! She grabbed the 
struggling girl's legs and lifted her up as she stepped forward. 
Mercy couldn't help a sigh as she lowered the witch so that lovely 
warm sex rested on the length of her hard shaft. "Your fate is up to 
you, Lady Amanda. You must come up with some way to convince 
me of your good intentions, or this cursed prod you created will be 
the tool of your deflowering! Do not think for one moment that I 
do not know what that would mean to you and your precious 
powers!"
     
     Betsy hopped onto the witch's back. "Mercy, just claim her. 
She's just going to kill us if she gets loose anyway! You may as 
well use that sausage and see what it feels like." The cat looked up 
and gave Mercy a wink. She too knew what was at stake if 
Amanda's innocence was taken.
     
     Amanda squealed again. "Don't listen to that fickle cat, I beg 
of you! I believe you! I believe you know my secret! I'll change 
the Prince back! Betsy knows enough to tell if I miscast the spells! 
I'll give you a blade! Stand behind me and attend as I return the 
prince to normal! You can put it in my throat on her command if 
she detects the slightest misstep!"
     
     "Fickle indeed!" Betsy growled. "I should say I don't know 
what you're talking about, but I've lived with you long enough to 
have learned a thing or two! Be thankful I have no hands to motion 
with, or I'd turn you into a mouse and eat you up!"
     
     "This could work." Mercy mused as she slowly started 
rocking her body back and forth. The feelings of her cock riding 
along that delightfully wet slit were thrilling! The warrior was very 
careful though. It seemed the old tales were right about a witch's 
power. She dared not enter those inviting folds or the game was 
lost! "When the Princess is once again a Prince, he will be in 
charge of the blade while you undo my own condition."
     
     "Deal!" Amanda cried. "Pierce my thumb and draw the blood 
to seal the contract! I swear on my life it will be done!"
     
     "That will be my pleasure!" Betsy said as she walked along 
the trembling body of the witch. "Silly girl, come here and gather 
the blood after I bite the hand that once fed me!"
     
     "I am not a silly girl!" Alexis whimpered as she ventured out 
of the relative safety of the cage. Her voice squeaked in her fear 
and anger. "I was a man! I will be a man once again!" The lovely 
Princess threw her shoulders back and strode purposely towards 
the table. "First I will have a bit of revenge!" As Mercy continued 
to slowly saw her member along the Witch's sex, Alexis thrust her 
hand down under the trembling body.  
     
     "What? Wait! Stop!" Mercy cried as a hand roughly grasped 
her erection. It was almost too late to stop the forward swing of her 
rhythmic rocking as that hand slightly changed the angle of her 
penis. The warrior made a superhuman effort and stopped herself 
in time. Her throbbing cock head lodged against exquisite warmth 
and tightness, but she did not enter that tunnel of wonder! "Alexis, 
no!" she warned, "You know not what you are doing! All witches 
must remain untouched to follow their calling!" The warning went 
unheeded as the Princess threw herself bodily against the warrior!
     
     "No!" Amanda wailed as her maidenhead was torn away. 
"Not that! Oh stars above, do not take me!" It was too late! The 
hard shaft she had created pushed deeper until it was lodged 
completely inside her body! "Ruin!" she cried as forces swirled 
inside her. "Ruin for us all!"
     
     Mercy moaned as the sheath that encased her cock rippled 
and caressed her shaft. "Witches are all virgins!" she managed to 
gasp. "Only a virgin can command the dark arts!"
     
     "The magic is leaving me!" Amanda wailed as her body 
thrashed. "I, I must hold on! If I concentrate, I may hold enough to 
control the time spell!"
     
     "Keep still!" the warrior shouted as her cock was massaged 
in the most delightful ways imaginable. "Gods and Goddesses 
above! I can't help it!" Mercy withdrew her cock almost 
completely, and then sent it plunging back into the delight of the 
witch's center. "It's good! It's so good!"
     
     Amanda squealed again, but there was the distinct sound of 
pleasure hidden in with the panic. "Please stop! The feelings! 
You're filling me! I can't think! I, I have to focus! So little power 
is left!"
     
     Mercy gripped the witch's legs tighter and set into a steady 
rhythm of thrusts with her hips. "I, I could almost forgive every 
man that tried to have his way with me! Perhaps I should not have 
beaten them so much. How was I to know what a woman would 
feel like to a male's member?"  
     
     The Princess staggered back from the erotic scene before her. 
"Virgin?" she asked in horror. "Witches must remain virgin?"
     
     "Yes you sissy girl!" Betsy hissed. "My former mistress is no 
longer a witch! You now are trapped in that body forever! That is 
not important though! You have condemned my friend Mercy to be 
trapped as a half male!"
     
     Mercy heard the cat's comments, and laughed. "This is 
condemned?" she asked in delight. "Then condemned I shall be!" 
The warrior thrilled at the way Amanda's sweet tight sex sucked at 
her every time she withdrew for another stroke. New worlds of 
opportunity opened in her fevered mind. She had heard that the 
cook's daughter prided herself on the skill in which she used her 
mouth on a man's cock. By hook or by crook, that comely lass was 
going to wrap her lips around Mercy's hard member! Until then, 
there was Amanda the former witch! "You said you were ripe!" 
she panted, as her movements grew more powerful. "You gave me 
the nuggets as well as the prod! Pretty girl, make ready to receive 
my child!"
     
     The powerless witch whimpered. "Not that! On top of all 
this, please not that too!" She shuddered, and her frenzied panic 
grew. "Please, b-before it is too late! It's fading! Pull out! Have 
pity on me! Don't make me do it!"
     
     The warrior plowed her member ever more forcefully into the 
heavenly warmth and tightness of Amanda's womanhood. "Make 
you what?" she gasped. "Make you, climax?"
     
     "If I climax" the trembling girl gasped "I will loose my grip 
on the, the last of the power! My final spell will escape me! The 
magic is withering away from me! It is all I can do to hold on to 
my mind! Oh no! Oh please no! I must retain the power! I, I must 
not lose my precious knowledge!"
     
     Mercy didn't care about magic any more! She was going to 
perform a feat greater then any spell Amanda had ever cast! "A 
child!" she shouted as she slammed her throbbing cock into the 
lovely girl. "I will make a child within your belly!"
     
     "No! No! No!" the bound girl chanted. "Must not loose 
control! Must not! Must not!" she whimpered again as she felt 
something she hadn't known in well over a hundred years. Her 
orgasm was fast approaching! "I'm close! Oh stars above! I, I'm 
far too close! Oh, please withdraw! The spell will, will shatter if I 
succumb! I beg! I beg! Please do not push me over the abyss! I'll 
give you treasure beyond dreams if you only withdraw before I 
succumb! "
     
     Mercy felt that strange and wonderful tightness deep in her 
body again. This time she knew what it was! She ignored the 
witch's frantic pleas and sought her own pleasure! "I, I'm going to 
cum! My, my cock is going to simply explode! I feel it! I'm going 
to ejaculate!"
     
     "Stop!" the witch screamed as a ripple washed over her. It 
was too late! "It's here!" she moaned as a massive orgasm made 
her thrust back at her lover. "Mercy! Mercy, forgive me!" she 
gasped before crying out a sound of pure animalistic pleasure.
     
     Mercy felt the tight silky warmth around her cock ripple and 
grip at her member. That was it! The warrior grunted like a 
barnyard beast as she rammed her cock in deep and hard. Her body 
stiffened as a throb raced up from within her. Her cock spat! Again 
and again thick gooey seed blasted deep into her unwilling lover. 
     
     Amanda simply quaked with the power of her climax. It 
proved more then enough distraction to disrupt her fragile hold on 
the last spell she would ever cast! "Oh Mercy!" The girl gave a 
wail of pure sensual delight before passing out as the dark forces 
drained forever from her quivering body!
     
     The warrior throbbed and spurt several more times into the 
unconscious girl before she let the limp legs drop and staggered 
back. "That was the most amazing thing I have ever experienced in 
my life!" She watched as thick white fluid dribbled out of the still 
girl. "Damnation! Did I kill her? Was that what she was so afraid 
of?"
     
     Betsy batted a paw at the bound girl. "No, she's not dead." 
The cat inspected the girl for a moment. "That's funny. I thought 
when she lost the final magic at her command she would grow old 
again. Why was she so upset if that wasn't to be the case?"
     
     The girl in question took a deep breath and sighed. "That was 
simply heaven!" she said in a soft happy voice. "Kind sir, please 
tell me your name, so I know who has saved me?"
     
     "Saved you?" Mercy was clearly puzzled. "Saved you from 
what?"
     
     Amanda giggled. "Saved me from being indentured to that 
hag Auntie Hilda! I turned eighteen seasons last week, and I'm 
supposed to be on my way to Auntie Hilda right now! Momma 
watched me like a hawk and never let me near any boys! She 
wanted me to remain pure so I could train to be a witch! She even 
kept me locked in a belt so no male could ever interfere with me!" 
The redhead giggled. "She even beat me if she suspected I touched 
myself at nights! Momma is going to be so mad that someone 
plucked me! She'll be doubly mad when she finds out this was my 
time of the month to get pregnant! I don't care though! I never 
wanted to be some nasty old witch anyway! Having a baby in my 
belly is such a sweet price to pay for my freedom!" The prone girl 
wriggled her arms and sighed again. "Speaking of freedom, please 
untie me now. Rope wasn't needed, you know. All you had to do 
was ask me nicely and I would have gladly flipped up my skirts for 
you if I knew you had the key to unlock that blasted chastity belt!"
     
     Mercy was stunned. "She lost control alright. Her body didn't 
get older though. Her mind got younger! The spell must have 
dragged her mind back through the years to a point before she 
became a witch! That witch has now ceased to exist!" She 
hastened to untie the beauty's wrists. "All that is left is a pretty girl 
who wants nothing more then to be a mother."
     
     "Who lost control?" Amanda asked worriedly. "Is Auntie 
Hilda here?" The redheaded beauty looked all about in panic. 
"She'll kill when she finds out I spoiled the deal she made with 
momma!" 
     
     Mercy thought fast. This version of Amanda had committed 
no crime. The pretty little thing was innocent of any wrongdoing 
the witch had preformed in her long and dark career. "The evil 
witch is dead." She announced in her best voice of authority. "You 
aided me greatly in her defeat!"
     
     The petite redhead looked proud. "Really? I really did?" she 
frowned. "I can't remember anything. Last thing I recall was 
momma dragging me towards the swamps were Auntie Hilda 
lives!"
     
     "You need never fear witches or even your momma ever 
again while you are my friend!" Mercy forgot a slight detail and 
hugged Amanda to her.
     
     The girl's eyes opened wide as she looked down between 
them to see what was pressing against her tummy. "It was you?" 
she asked in awe. "You are the one who claimed me?"
     
     The warrior released the girl and stepped back. "Forgive me, 
but it was part of the spell to end the evil witch's reign!"
     
     A slow smile spread over Amanda's face. "It must have been 
the power of my love that aided you in your victory!" she cried as 
she flung herself back into the warrior's arms. "I love you! Can I 
be your wife? I'll give you lots of beautiful babies!" she blushed 
prettily. "Um, my beloved, what is your name?"
     
     Betsy laughed at her friend's bemused state. "That is the 
warrior, Mercy. A truer champion you shall never meet!"
     
     Amanda squealed again. "A talking cat! Oh! I understand! 
The cat is a demon-lord Mercy has enslaved to do her bidding!" 
She lunged at the cat and gathered her up in a tight hug. "What a 
pretty little demon!"
     
     "Fierce, not pretty!" Betsy grumbled. "I am a fierce demon 
sent to aid Mercy in her battles!"
     
     It was the warrior's turn to laugh. "That is Betsy, dark lord of 
Hades itself you are cuddling. You should have seen her terrible 
aspect before I shoved her spirit into the body of a cat!"
     
     "Oh shut up!" the little feline mumbled as her sleek fur was 
properly stroked. Betsy's voice sounded angry, but there was no 
masking the happy thrum of her purring!
     
     Alexis stared in horror down at her body. "How was I to 
know?" she moaned. "I couldn't have known!" She looked up with 
tears in her eyes. "Mercy, what will I do? What will become of 
me?"
     
     "I am truly sorry, Alexis." The warrior said softly. "There is 
nothing that can be done now. Your own foolishness has sealed 
your fate."
     
     "I can learn the spells!" the Princess screamed. "I am a 
virgin! I'll become a witch and save myself!" She raced to the 
workbench and snatched up the laptop from among the litter of 
books and strange disks. "All the answers are in this magical 
device! The hag said so herself! Those books and the silver disks 
will teach me everything I need to discover!"
     
     The cat squirmed out of Amanda's arms and primly strode up 
to the hysterical Princess. "Have you the sight then?" she asked 
sharply. She circled around the Princess as if studying her. "I sense 
no trace of it from you! It would be far better if you find another 
witch for me to assist and give everything to her to study. It may 
take us a few years, but you'll eventually be restored to normal." 
Betsy suddenly stopped circling and stared up at the sobbing girl. 
"You're a virgin? Oh ho! You never got to use what you lost? You 
never claimed a maiden with your staff? Now that's a real shame, 
but you have nobody to blame but yourself! Looking as sweet as 
you do, you won't have to wait until you're returned to normal. It's 
only a matter of time before you are no longer troubled by a little 
thing like being a virgin any more!"
     
     The Princess pulled back as if slapped. "I'll kill you!" she 
screamed as she hurled the laptop with all her strength.
     
     Betsy easily dashed out of its way as the ancient device 
shattered on one of the earthen jars of acid the witch had used to 
power it. The jar cracked and caustic fluid splashed free. A 
powerful stench filled the air as the acid washed over the remains 
of the laptop and started to bubble and smoke. Betsy wrinkled her 
nose and hastily backed away. "I don't think it will be good if the 
acid eats through the shell of the lithium ion battery!" Even as she 
said this, there was a loud pop! It wasn't much of an explosion. 
Thankfully nobody was hurt by the debris thrown into the air, but 
the smothering shrapnel landed among the witch's books and 
papers on her workbench. It was more then enough to set the 
ancient dry artifacts to burning!
     
     Mercy made a fast search of the surrounding area and located 
her leather tunic, skirt, leggings and boots. Three things made her 
smile. The tunic was rather tighter around her newly firmer breasts 
then it was while she had been older. The skirt hid her cock quite 
nicely, as long as it remained soft. Best of all, the magical light that 
Betsy had given her was right next to her pack! "We have to go!" 
she shouted as she dashed back to join the others. "Get dressed! 
The fire is spreading!"
     
     Amanda looked around, and spotted the rags her former self 
had discarded. "What wretched person wore these?" she asked as 
she slipped the dirty frock over her head. "Mercy, I promise I'll 
make some very pretty clothes for you to see me in. This smelly 
dress just isn't very becoming to the body!" 
     
     The warrior grinned even with the growing danger. "You 
make anything look appealing, kiddo. I will hold you to that 
promise though!"
     
     "Mercy, stop flirting and come here!" Betsy rested a forepaw 
atop a small wooden box. "This is something you may need!"
     
     The warrior knelt next to her feline friend. "Do we have time 
for this?" she asked as she removed the crumbling lid. Her eyes lit 
up. "Surely this is treasure!" she lifted a gleaming blade and tested 
its heft. "Excellent balance!" Peering closely at the single piece of 
shimmering steel, she read the engraving she found there. "Hibben 
Knives? This Hibben should be proud of his work. This is one of 
the best throwing knives I have ever held!" Mercy secreted a knife 
in either boot and one in her belt. The remaining seven fit nicely in 
her pack. 
     
     Unnoticed, the still naked Princess was dashing back and 
forth. She had found a bucket and a pipe that issued brackish 
water. "Save the books!" she cried in frantic desperation as she 
threw bucket after bucket of water on the rapidly spreading fire. 
She only paused to grab Mercy's arm and yank the warrior to her 
feet. "I order you to help put out the fire you cowardly bitch!" 
Alexis thrust the bucket at Mercy's midsection. "Forget that box of 
toys! We are not going anywhere until we save the learning that 
will change me back into a man! Obey my commands!"
     
     Mercy's eyes flashed. "Prince or Princess, no one dares 
question my bravery!" A fist caught Alexis right in the solar 
plexus. The bucket clattered to the floor as the Princess doubled 
over and sank to her knees. "If you had controlled your childish 
temper, you'd be sporting a cock right about now! Just be thankful 
we're escaping with our lives, you prissy little cunt! Now get up 
and follow me, or stay and burn. The choice is yours!" The warrior 
turned her back and strode away from the sobbing gasping beauty.
     
     Amanda rushed to catch up with her intended. "Is that girl 
really a Princess?" she asked in wonder. "I bet she has all manner 
of simply lovely gowns!" the petite redhead stifled a giggle. "Why 
does she keep saying she wants to be a man though? Is her mind 
touched? I'd never want to be a man! How would I have my babies 
if I was some brutish male?" Lovely gray eyes opened wide. "Not 
that you are at all brutish, beloved Mercy! Anyone can see that you 
are simply a woman who was graced with what is needed to give 
me a baby!"
     
     Mercy couldn't help smiling as a warm hand slipped into 
hers. No wonder the witch had been so bitter and angry! Had she 
craved a child for all those long lonely years? "No my little love. 
Alexis actually was a man. The witch had changed him into a 
woman to try and blackmail the king. It is her misfortune that the 
knowledge that could have changed him back died along with the 
witch." She gave the hand in hers a friendly squeeze. "I do owe 
that hag a debt of gratitude though. Her magic gave me the prod 
which we used together to forever defeat her!"
     
     "And give me a child!" the redhead added happily. "That's 
what is most important!" 
     
     "Yes, perhaps that is more important." Mercy felt her cock 
give a happy little twitch, but this was not the time for recreation! 
She shook the magic light and thumbed the stud. "Now let us leave 
this place before the smoke overcomes us!" she glanced down at 
the feline trotting alongside them. "Betsy, is our problem child 
coming?"
     
     "That sissy is more trouble then she's worth, but yes, she's 
following." The cat giggled. "She finally realized she was naked, 
and wrapped a curtain about herself. She's already tripped over it 
twice!"
     
     "The heavens above only know what I will tell the King!" 
The warrior sighed.  "How do you tell someone his only son has 
suddenly turned into a pretty girl?"
     
     "I don't think she's all that pretty." Amanda sniffed. "Do you 
really like her?"
     
     Uh oh. It seemed her new lover had a jealous streak! Mercy 
laughed. "Yes, I do think she's pretty. Why if you help her be more 
ladylike, she may almost be as lovely as you are, Amanda!"
     
     "Really?" The relief in the girl's voice almost made Mercy 
laugh again. "I'll help all I can! I'll teach her to cook and sew and 
tend a vegetable garden and everything! Then we can find some 
hard working man to marry her off too, and we'll all live happily 
ever after!"
     
     "You little bitch!" Alexis had caught up to them and heard 
every word Amanda had said. "Men do not marry men! This is 
your fault, you stupid little cunt! This ruin of a body is because of 
you!"
     
     Mercy released the hand of her lover and backhanded the 
Princess across the mouth in one smooth motion. "You spoiled 
selfish ass! This innocent girl carries no blame for your 
misfortune! It was your childish petty actions that sealed your fate, 
missy!" The warrior moved slightly to block Amanda's line of 
sight. She slowly slipped the knife from her belt and let the 
magical light from the cylinder glint across its keen edge. "If it 
wasn't for this lovely young woman, I would be heading back to 
report your death to the King! Do you understand the point I am 
trying to make? Are you ever again going to even imply your 
misfortune was her fault?"
     
     The Princess knew exactly the point Mercy was making! Her 
life was just threatened! She opened her mouth to demand Mercy 
meet her on the field of honor. All that came out was a little 
whimper. The feeling she felt was new and unwanted. Alexis was 
afraid! "I, I understand." Tears began to flow down her cheeks as it 
al sank in. She was a woman, and nothing could change that now! 
Her face flushed with shame. Alexis really did understand the 
point now. This girl really wasn't the witch, any more then she was 
the little boy who used to follow Mercy everywhere. "I'm sorry! 
I'm so very sorry!"
     
     Mercy smiled. "It's okay Princess. I know you didn't mean 
any harm." She couldn't help herself and slipped her arm around 
the willowy beauty. She let her hand wander down to Alexis's 
shapely little bottom and gave it a friendly pinch. "Let's have no 
more talk about it, alright?"
     
     The former Prince jumped, but showed no other response to 
the warrior's familiarity. She swallowed the rest of her pride. "I'll 
be good. I promise."
     
     Amanda tugged on Mercy's arm. "She's not hurt, is she? You 
don't have to keep supporting her like that, do you?"
     
     "Settle down, spitfire!" Mercy being equal minded in all 
things, roughly goosed the petite redhead too. "It's not easy being 
surrounded by all this beauty!"
     
     Betsy choked back a laugh. "Please don't tell me I'm 
included in that! I have no interest in anything that walks on two 
feet!"
     
     "You are too included, Demon!" Amanda scooped the little 
cat up and snuggled her face against the sleek black fur. "Maybe 
not in THAT way, but I think you're lovely!"
     
     "Oh look, there's the stairway!" The feline struggled from 
Amanda's arms and dropped lightly to the floor. "Follow me!" she 
said huskily as she began her ascent. Mercy smiled softly. Her 
little friend tried to hide it, but she saw the tears of joy in the 
valiant cat's eyes. "I've never in my life been allowed to even 
come near here! Now I'm leading you to the surface!"  
     
     After the long climb, Mercy joined the cat by the heavy door. 
"Quite a change isn't it?" she said softly while the feline groomed 
her fur in an effort to compose herself. 
     
     "I have friends! I was nothing but a subject of study to my 
mistress!" Betsy whispered before the former witch and brand new 
Princess joined them. She cleared her throat. "Would one of you 
two legged giants kindly open this damn door? I've waited fifty 
long years for this moment!"
     
     "Then you can wait one moment more!" The warrior opened 
the door just wide enough to slip through. It was a fine sunny day! 
Mercy blinked her eyes from the brightness and let out a breath. 
The wood was just a wood now. The difference was subtle, but 
unmistakable. She slipped the knife back into her belt. After all, 
there was noting to fear now that the witch was as good as dead!"
     
     She threw open the door. "Come on out! It's a beautiful 
summer day!"
     
     A black streak flashed by as the door crashed against stone. 
"Those are trees! I've seen pictures!" The feline sat up on hind legs 
and tested her claws against rough bark. "I can smell animal spoor 
too!" she licked her chops in eager anticipation. "I bet there are 
hundreds of mice! Maybe even thousands!"
     
     Mercy exploded into laughter. "Not just mice live in these 
woods, oh mighty hunter! The game is plentiful and varied." She 
knelt next to the cat and gave her ears a tickle. "Feral cats live here 
too."
     
     The cat shivered right up to the tip of her tail. "Oh!" She 
jumped up into the human's arms. "I don't know if I'm ready for 
that! What if no toms like me?"
     
     "Don't be silly!" Amanda joined them. Mercy couldn't help 
noticing how the girl's hair blazed in the bright sunlight, so much 
like her own. "You'll be the queen of the ball, Betsy! All the boy 
cats will fight to win your favor!"
     
     "Never a truer word was spoken!" Mercy too nuzzled her 
face in that warm soft fur. "I bet you'll have a belly full of kittens 
before you know it!"
     
     The feline's ears twitched in embarrassment. "Don't say 
that!" she gasped. "Do you really think so?"
     
      "Stop talking about babies!" Alexis whined. "I don't even 
want to think about what could happen with this cursed body!"
     
     Amanda nudged Mercy. "Does she know about, um, you 
know, monthlies?" she asked with an odd gleam in her eyes.
     
     The two redheads stared at each other for a moment before 
bursting forth into fits of laughter. "Heavens above! I want to be 
there when the first one strikes!" Mercy gasped between breaths. "I 
have the distinct feeling her royal prissiness will have a bloody 
fit!"
     
     Amanda squealed in delight. "Bloody! It will be a bloody fit 
alright!"
     
     The Princess glared. "What is so funny? Nothing about this is 
funny! Stop laughing at me!"
     
     "Leave the girly-girl alone!" Betsy's eyes twinkled. "The 
poor little sissy has a lot to adjust to. Isn't that right, sweetie-pie?"
     
     The Princess froze. "Even the dumb animal is against me!" 
The flaxen haired girl flounced off in a huff.
     
     "Perhaps we went too far." Mercy tried not to grin. "She has 
just gone through something very traumatic. We should try to 
show her s little more compassion."
     
     "I guess your right." Amanda frowned. "Just show her 
compassion with your clothes on!"
     
     The warrior pinched her lover's bottom again. "You are so 
cute when you are jealous, did you know that?"
     
     "Yes, I know!" The petite girl smiled. "I also know that I am 
your woman, not that yellow headed spindly bitch!"
     
     "Amanda, I knew that spindly bitch longer then I have known 
you. Well, I knew him, anyway." The warrior let Betsy down and 
then gave the redhead a hug. "Do you not think I have room in my 
heart for two lovely girls?"
     
     "I suppose." The young woman sighed. "Will I still see 
you?" she asked wistfully.
     
     "What are you babbling about? You're my woman! You said 
as much yourself. Of course you'll be seeing me!" the warrior 
softly kissed the nape of Amanda's neck. "Just try to be a little 
more understanding about Alexis, okay?"
     
     The redhead shivered with delight at the touch of her lover's 
lips. "I'll be a good girl. I promise!"
     
     "I know you will, pretty girl.' Mercy claimed the redhead's 
lips with her own, forcing her tongue into the warmth of the former 
witch's mouth. She delighted in how eagerly her lover accepted 
this most intimate kiss.
     
     "If I may interrupt this pleasant little domestic scene" Betsy 
chimed in. "In case you hadn't noticed, the sissy Prince is on her 
way!"
     
     The redheads laughed again and set out after the upset girl. 
"Alexis, I owe you an apology." Mercy said when they had caught 
up to the blonde wrapped in a dusty black curtain. "How are you 
holding up?"
     
     The Princess opened her mouth to answer, but closed it right 
away. She thought for a minute, and then tried again. "Mercy, how 
do I do it?" she finally asked as her face flushed with 
embarrassment. I, I don't know what to do!"
     
     "Do what?" The warrior placed a kind hand on the Princess's 
shoulder. "I'll help in any way I can."
     
     Amanda looked closely at the way Alexis was shuffling from 
foot to foot. "Oh! You have to piddle? Will it be any different? 
What if she can't figure out how? Will she pop?"  
     
     Mercy made a supreme effort not to smile when the Princess 
whimpered. "I'm no healer, but I am certain things will work the 
same way." She gave Alexis a little squeeze. "Just do what comes 
naturally and everything will come out okay. Amanda, why don't 
you go help? Maybe you can go first and show her how a lady does 
it."
     
     The redhead smiled. "Sure! Come on, Princess. This will be 
your first lesson on how to be a girl!" She grabbed the willowy 
blonde's hand and dragged her deeper into the woods.
     
     Betsy laughed as the duo disappeared. "Maybe we should go 
watch. I'll bet it'll be a laugh!" She looked up at Mercy and her 
ears twitched. "You don't find it funny, do you?"
     
     The warrior grinned sheepishly as she looked down at the 
odd way her leather skirt was beginning to rise up. "I do admit 
seeing a comely girl making water has always struck me as erotic, 
but I've never felt this strongly about it before. My penis is getting 
hard as iron!"
     
     The cat sighed. "Oh go ahead! Go watch your girlfriends do 
their business. You humans sure are strange!"
     
     Mercy couldn't find fault with that statement, so she set out 
after her companions. She found them on the bank of a river. From 
the looks of it, the lesson was about to start!
     
     "First off, you can't do it standing up like a boy does any 
more." Amanda said as she gracefully squatted down low. "You'll 
only get piddle all over yourself, especially if the wind picks up." 
The redhead carefully lifted up the tattered hem of her skirt. 
"Always make sure you hold up your skirts! If you get the fabric 
wet, you'll be stinky all day!" 
     
     The Princess unwrapped the curtain from about her body and 
primly folded the dingy fabric and set it aside. "Like this?" she 
asked shyly as she squatted down next to the former witch. "This is 
so humiliating. I've never done `it' with someone before." Her 
voice dropped to a sad whisper. "I've never done it without my 
cock before either."
     
     Amanda giggled. "Mercy would be happy, because I'd never 
do this with someone I didn't like." The redhead let out a breath. 
"Her I go!" she laughed as golden water began to stream.
     
     The Princess blushed nearly as red as her companion's hair. 
"Me too, I think!" Hers started with a tiny dribble, but soon both 
girls were merrily relieving themselves in healthy strong streams.
     
     "Oh Goddess above, have mercy on me!" Mercy breathed, 
invoking her own name as she watched the two lovelies sharing 
such an intimate moment. The summer sun made the twin streams 
of urine glitter and flash like precious stones set in gold! "Just 
beautiful! How very beautiful!"
     
     Betsy finished her own business and kicked sandy soil over 
the evidence. "Marking territory." She stated simply while 
watching the scene. "Do many humans like watching each other 
make water? I personally don't see the attraction."
     
     "Not many, but some do! Some even like to get each other 
wet with it!" The warrior surprised herself by admitting that to a 
cat, but Betsy somehow was so easy to talk to. "That's the ultimate 
`marking of territory'. I've marked a few lovelies in my day. Now 
hush! I don't want then to know we're watching!" 
     
     "I don't think I'll ever understand humans!" the cat suddenly 
backed away a step from her friend's rigid show of enjoyment for 
the scene below. "I am not territory to mark!" she hissed rising a 
paw to display her exposed claws. "Cats do not take kindly to 
getting wet! Best to keep that in mind, human!"
     
     Mercy couldn't help a grin. "Making water is the farthest 
thing from my mind. From what I heard, you can't in this condition 
anyway. Besides, fur-face, you are not my type!"
     
     The cat sniffed her disapproval. "Thank the stars for that!" 
she laughed quietly. "Just what is your type anyway? Red or 
yellow?"
     
     The warrior sighed. "Both, I fear. I want both of them!"
     
     A squeal interrupted the hushed discussion. "Princess, watch 
out!" Amanda grimaced as warm water flowed towards her toes. 
"Don't piddle on my feet!"
     
     "I didn't do that!" Alexis shouted as the spreading puddle 
surrounded both her right foot, and Amanda's left. "That's just the 
lay of the ground!"
     
     The redhead shifted her weight in an attempt to keep her foot 
dry. The attempt failed disastrously as she ended up adding to the 
problem. "It is a good thing I like you now." She said when they 
had finally both finished. "I would attack anyone else for making 
water on my foot like that!"
     
     The Princess whined. "What about me? You went right on 
my leg! It was hot too!" 
     
     "How do you think I felt?" she sighed. "I guess next time we 
should be father apart."
     
     Alexis slowly smiled. "I think we are even then. Perhaps we 
better wade into the river. That way we can keep this a secret."
     
     Amanda carefully stepped away from their jointly formed 
puddle and slipped off her ragged dress. "I don't think Mercy 
would notice, but Betsy's nose is right down by the ground. She'd 
know in an instant!"
     
     "Do they think I have nothing better to do then go about 
smelling human feet?" Betsy muttered as she turned her back on 
the naked girls heading for the water. "Mercy, are you feeling 
okay?"
     
     The warrior moaned as a clear droplet of slimy fluid dripped 
from her throbbing cock to spatter on her own foot. "I need one of 
them." She said quietly as she started to remove her own clothing. 
"I don't want to settle for just my hand! I need to sink this cock of 
mine into a warm lovely girl!"
     
     "Go take one then." Betsy said as if discussing the weather. 
"You have a prod now. Doesn't that mean you should claim the 
females you wish to impregnate? Go and mount one of your 
women if you don't want to waggle yourself again."
     
     Mercy started to explain that humans were not like cats, but 
the words wouldn't form properly. "Yes." She finally said. "You 
are quite right. I should claim what is by rights mine!" Shedding 
the rest of her leather garments, the warrior quietly made her way 
down to the river.
     
     Betsy climbed up into a tree and draped herself comfortably 
over a sunny branch. "Humans!" she yawned. "They have no sense 
of instinct!" She closed her eyes and enjoyed the pure sensual 
delight of napping in the sunlight.
     
     Mercy moved ever closer to the river, watching in delight as 
her companions walked into the water together. She sighed happily 
as Amanda playfully splashed the Princess. The water glistening 
on pale skin made her heart pound even harder!
     
     "That's cold, you little" Alexis paused. Mercy would be 
angry if she even hinted at Amanda's being the evil witch! "You 
little bitch!" she continued with a smile and sent a splash right 
back at the petite redhead.
     
     "Me, a bitch?" Amanda grinned. "Did you just call Mercy a 
dog? After all, she put a baby in this bitch!"
     
     The Princess couldn't help grinning back. "That's your job, 
breed mare! Mercy will be my wife, and you will provide us with 
children!"
     
     "What?" More water flew as the redhead's eyes flashed. 
"Mercy is my wife! She told me herself that I am her woman! At 
best you are only her concubine!"
     
     "Concubine! How dare you?" Alexis drew herself up to her 
full height and towered over the redhead. "I have loved Mercy 
since I was a little boy! Now, bless the heavens, we are the same 
age! If I were still a man I would take her as my bride this very 
day! Since that is not to be, our love shall remain pure and chaste 
while you give us a large family! Father will just have to find some 
wench to marry and produce a new heir!"
     
     "Did you get stupid when your cock-a-doodle came off?" 
Amanda's grin now had a wicked edge to it. "I've known my 
beloved Mercy for one day, and even I know she doesn't like boys! 
Why would she want to marry some stupid man if she has someone 
as lovely as me to wed?" The redhead raised her hand in a fist. "Go 
back to your father the King and let him further the bloodline in 
your womb! Mercy is mine!"
     
     "Senior wife!" Mercy barked as she grabbed Amanda's fist. 
"I thought you were going to help Alexis become more 
comfortable as a woman? What is with all this fighting?"
     
     The redhead's eyes opened wide. "I'm senior wife?" a 
beautiful smile lit up her face.  "Oh Mercy, I'm very sorry! It was 
all just a misunderstanding, honestly!"
     
     "Senior wife!" The Princess gasped. "What does that mean?"
     
     Mercy put her arms around both women and drew them 
tightly against her body. "Beloved junior wife, it means you are the 
least experienced as a woman. Amanda will teach you what you 
need to know so someday you two will be equal wives for me!"
     
     Amanda was nearly bursting with joy! "Mercy darling! Your 
junior wife needs a lesson right now! Can I help teach her? 
Please?"
     
     "Of course, little love!" Mercy bent and kissed the redhead's 
eager lips. "What lesson do you think our junior wife should 
learn?"
     
     "She should learn that a husband, um, is that right?" Mercy 
grinned and nodded her approval. "She should learn that a husband 
expects her wife to give her strong and healthy babies!" she smiled 
shyly. "I know that lesson already, don't I, husband Mercy?"
     
     "Yes you do, pretty one!" Mercy kissed Amanda again. "I'll 
bet our baby will be every bit as lovely as her mother!" she turned 
to the trembling Princess. "As will our child, my pretty Alexis!"
     
     The flaxen haired girl tried to pull away. "Pure and chaste!" 
she repeated in a shaky voice. "Mercy, our love can never be 
consummated! It must remain the love of which legends are 
written!"
     
     "Nonsense!" The warrior began wading back to shore with 
her wives in tow. "Is not a Prince who becomes a Princess legend 
enough for you?"
     
     "It's so very romantic!" Amanda actually had tears in her 
shining eyes. "A warrior champion is loved by a handsome Prince. 
A spell gives her the parts of a boy, but also changes the Prince 
into a lovely Princess! True love triumphs over all! It's so very 
beautiful! Oh Alexis, I am so proud to be your senior wife! Us 
being pregnant together will make husband Mercy so very happy! 
It's the absolute perfect gift to give her!" The joyous redhead 
latched onto the Princess and helped Mercy drag her to dry land.
     
     "Please don't defile me!" Alexis sniffled back her tears. 
"Men are not meant to have babies! How could you even think 
about me like this?"
     
     The warrior smiled kindly. "I can think about you like this 
because you are so very lovely!" As the trio reached the shore, 
Mercy released her hold on the trembling Princess. At the nod of 
her head, Amanda smiled an also gave the girl her freedom. "My 
dear Alexis, you are no longer a man." Mercy kissed a tear-
streaked cheek. "You are a beautiful girl who will very soon 
become a woman."
     
     "I do not wish to become a woman!" the Princess whined, as 
she continued to walk in step with her spouses.  "I have no wish to 
remain a girl, but that is beyond all hope of changing! Please don't 
make me have babies too!"
     
     "Having babies is the ultimate joy of womanhood!" Amanda 
squealed while clutching her hands as if in prayer. "It somehow 
seems like I've waited an eternity for someone to gift me with a 
child of my very own!" The redhead was nearly glowing. "You'll 
see, Princess! Once husband Mercy takes your maidenhood, you'll 
understand!"
     
     Mercy picked up the dusty curtain and shook it out 
vigorously.  She laid the cloth out on the ground. The warrior 
gracefully sank to her improvised wedding bed. "Come here. 
Alexis." She said softly as she reached a hand out to beckon to the 
frightened virgin. "Lay with me and become a real woman!"
     
     "I want to remain a virgin!" the Princess whined as she 
slowly stepped forward and took Mercy's hand. "Please let me stay 
untouched!" Alexis knelt as Mercy gently drew her closer. "I do 
not wish to grow great with child!" Her face flushed as she gazed 
down at the hardness that eagerly awaited her body. "I would not 
survive the humiliation if such a huge organ pushed itself into my 
body!"
     
     Mercy kissed the trembling girl. "I would never hurt you, 
Alexis." She whispered as her hands slowly stroked the smooth 
flesh of the uncertain girl. "Am I holding you? Am I using force to 
make you stay with me here?" She dropped her hands to her sides. 
"Dear Alexis, you may get up this instant and run. I would not love 
you any less then I do right now."
     
     Amanda looked from one spouse to another. "Alexis?" she 
asked softly. "Would you like me to have babies for all of us? I 
don't mind if that's what you really want. Maybe that is the full 
duty of a senior wife. I'll make lots of babies for husband Mercy, 
and you can help us raise them."
     
     The Princess covered her face for several long moments and 
wept. "I was a man!" she cried with muffled voice from behind her 
hands. "I was meant to be King!"
     
     Mercy smiled kindly. "Sweetness, you aren't running. Why is 
that if you don't want this to happen?"
     
     "I'm nude!" Alexis suddenly crossed her arms over her chest 
and sobbed. "What if a woodsman spies me? I would die if a man 
stole my chastity from me to relieve his animal lusts!"
     
     Amanda put her hand on the Princess's shoulder. "Husband 
Mercy will protect you from any barbaric male! It's a husband's 
job to keep her wives safe."
     
     "That's not the point!" Alexis wailed in dismay. "She wants 
to keep me safe by taking my virginity for herself!"
     
     "Amanda dear, why don't you help me relax our junior 
wife." The warrior motioned for the redhead to join them on the 
curtain. "Why not kiss our bride?"
     
     "Me?" the petite girl blushed. "Well, okay. Sure! Alexis is 
pretty, and well, I love my junior wife!" Amanda hopped down 
and knelt with her spouses. "Let me kiss you, pretty Princess!" She 
had to lean up a bit to plant a quick kiss on the weeping girl's lips.
     
     "Now senior wife, what kind of kiss was that?" Mercy 
smiled. "When I kissed you last, what did I do?"
     
     Gray eyes opened wide. "You, um, you put your tongue in 
my mouth."
     
     "Did you like that?"
     
     "Oh yes!" If anything, the redhead blushed deeper. "It was 
funny at first, but then my knees felt weak and my heart got all 
fluttery! It was so very nice!"
     
     Mercy nudged the redhead closer to the Princess. "Show 
Alexis how nice it feels. That way she'll be sure we both love her."
     
     The Princess offered no resistance as the redhead once again 
kissed her. This time it was longer, and the sound of two beautiful 
girls moaning softly made Mercy's already hard cock ache with 
desire. Amanda nearly vibrated with excitement as they parted. 
"Mercy! She put her tongue in my mouth too! We wiggled them 
together!"
     
     "I didn't!" Alexis gasped. "I mean, a man would have no 
problem with kissing a female! That is acceptable and proper! I 
only reacted as any man would when kissed by such a lovely girl!"
     
     The redhead rocked back and forth and smiled happily. 
"Junior wife thinks I'm lovely, husband Mercy! I think she's 
lovely too!" 
     
     "Both my wives are lovely!" The warrior kissed the smaller 
redhead's forehead. "I am glad they both agree with me though!" 
She put her hands on Alexis's shoulders and started easing the girl 
into a prone position. "Lovely junior wife, relax. Let Amanda and I 
make you feel wonderful. Don't worry about anything else."
     
     The Princess soon found herself lying between her two 
assumed spouses. "I am worrying!" she whimpered. "How could I 
not worry now? What is to become of me?"
     
     Mercy moved slowly about on the curtain until she was in a 
position to kiss a pert and lovely breast. "You have no need to 
worry, beautiful one. I will devote my life to taking care of both of 
my lovelies!" 
     
     Amanda scrambled around and mirrored her husband's kisses 
on Alexis's other breast. "Husband Mercy, we'll all do our very 
best to take care of each other!" 
     
     "Oh! Oh! Stop it!" Alexis gasped as she was teased in a way 
she never imagined as a man. "Please don't do this!" Her nipples 
were like pebbles as two tongues licked and caressed them. "I am 
growing so hot! Stop this at once!"
     
     "You could always just push me away." Mercy whispered as 
she slowly rain sweet soft kisses in a trail towards the trembling 
girl's cute little belly button. Her tongue darted out into that 
precious little dimple.
     
     The Princess squealed. "What are you doing?" she cried as 
the warrior once again shifted position. Mercy was lying fully 
between her outstretched legs, face poised right over where the 
former prince's cock used to reside. "No! That is disgusting! Do 
not even think of doing that!"
     
     "It isn't disgusting." Mercy softly blew warm air against the 
pink jewel that glistened before her. She smiled when silky golden 
hair stirred. "It's the most natural and loving thing one woman can 
do for another."
     
     Amanda looked up from her pleasant duty of licking and 
sucking pert and pretty breasts. "What's the most natural?" Her 
jaw dropped and her eyes opened wide when she understood what 
their husband was about to do. "Kissing, there?" she frowned. "Not 
fair! You never kissed me there!"
     
     "Senior wife!" the warrior scolded. "Your first time saved all 
our lives, and possible the whole world from an evil witch! Do you 
not think Alexis deserves something special too?"
     
     "I'm sorry!" Amanda smiled down at her junior wife. "I 
won't be greedy! Princess junior wife, I've only heard whispers 
about this concerning some women in my village that shunned 
men. Some boys may try it, but it's said only girls know just 
exactly how it's done. You will love it! I just know you will!" She 
looked back at Mercy. "Next time, can we do that too? I mean, 
after Alexis is all satisfied and happy again?"
     
     "If I use my mouth, you must use yours too!" the warrior 
grinned. "Do you know what that entails?" 
     
     The redhead looked startled. "It is a wife's duty to satisfy a 
husband." She shuddered dramatically. "In my mouth? That I 
never heard about! I suppose senior wives must learn all sorts of 
things to make her husband's manhood feel nice! I'll do my best!"
     
     "I'm sure you will little one." Mercy grinned. "As for you 
junior wife, Amanda is quite right. You are going to love this!" she 
lowered her face and softly ran her tongue over the lovely flower 
of the Princess's sex. The girl's moan was music to her ears! 
     
     "Make her stop!" Alexis thrashed about on the curtain, but 
never made any effort to push Mercy away herself. "S-Senior wife, 
I, I mean Amanda, make her stop this! Oh Gods! What is 
happening to me?"
     
     "Junior wife, stop being so mean!" Amanda put her fists on 
her slender hips and glared at the Princess. "If husband Mercy is 
kind enough to lick and kiss where you make piddle, then you 
better be sure to enjoy it!" 
     
     "I am!" Alexis screamed. "That's the problem! I, I d-don't 
want to enjoy it!" her face took on a frantic look. "Mercy stop! I, I 
feel it! I'm going to do it, but I'm no longer a man!"
     
     "Do it?" The petite redhead giggled. "You mean you're gong 
to climax! Just let Mercy bring you there. It will feel oh so very 
good. You'll see!"
     
     Mercy listened intently as her lips and tongue did their best to 
please the panting girl below her. Many a girl would attest to first 
hand knowledge that Mercy's best was very good indeed! She used 
her skills to the utmost, but as Amanda so cutely termed it, she had 
no intentions of actually `bringing her there' just yet. Alexis 
stopped begging, and began wordlessly mewling and panting. This 
was it. Alexis was just a few heartbeats away from her very first 
orgasm as a female. With one last lash of tongue against pretty 
little clitty, Mercy stopped!
     
     The Princess cried out in dismay and longing. Something had 
almost happened! She panted and moaned before finally managing 
to find her voice. "More?" she begged pitifully. "Just a little more, 
please?"
     
     The warrior sat up and wiped her fingers over the shining 
fluid on her lips and chin. She took great joy in then licking them 
clean again. "More what, sweetness?" she asked softly. "I thought 
you wanted me to stop?" 
     
     "Just a little more kissing, that's all!" Turning to Amanda, 
the Princess continued her plea. "You can kiss me, senior wife! I, I 
think I need just a little more!"
     
     "That would not be right!" Eyes flashing like gray 
thunderheads, the redhead reached out with both hands and 
roughly tweaked the pert nipples she had been so tenderly licking. 
"I would never try to take husband Mercy's place! How could you 
even suggest such a thing?"
     
     Mercy and Amanda both were surprised by Alexis's reaction 
to such rough treatment. "More!" she wailed again as she arched 
her back and shuddered. "Please! I need more! Even just pinch me 
again, please!"
     
     "I have more for you." Mercy said as she hefted the 
considerable mass of her erect cock. "The kissing is finished for 
now. If you want more, this is what I will give you!"
     
     The Princess cried out. "Just, just a little! You can put it in a 
little bit, just the crown! Just push the crown into me, but you must 
not let any fluid into my body! Please Mercy; just let me feel what 
it's like!"
     
     Amanda giggled, anger forgotten. "Now I understand! 
Husband Mercy, you truly know what dwells in a woman's heart!"
     
     "Hush now, senior wife!" the warrior cautioned before Alexis 
too figured out the trap she had laid. "Just watch and see what 
happens." She turned back to the frustrated and desperate girl lying 
before her. "How wonderful! You'll allow me to just place the 
head of my hungry python within your folds? Are you sure you 
will permit that? You could just pleasure yourself to find your 
release."
     
     The Princess squirmed. "I, I don't know how girls do that!" 
she wailed. "Please! I may burn up! Help me!"
     
     Mercy crawled slowly up over her lovely Princess. "I'll help 
you Alexis. I can see you really need it." Balancing on her knees 
and one hand, the warrior grabbed her hardness and rubbed it 
roughly over glorious silky lips. She let out a slight moan of her 
own as she centered the head of her shaft against the entrance of 
that gorgeous sex. "First, my pretty Princess, you need to tell me 
something."
     
     "Anything! I'll tell you anything you want to know!"
     
     "When the prince stroked himself as he watched me bathe, 
what did he really wish to do?" she grinned wickedly. "I hardly 
think you planned to make my towel so nasty and wet."
     
     Alexis moaned. "I, I was thinking of you! You're so strong 
and beautiful! I wanted; I was thinking about how I wanted to do it 
with you!"
     
     "You wanted to do something with your penis?" Muscles 
strained in the warrior's body as she fought the urge to take what 
she so dearly wanted. "What was it? What did you want to do to 
me with the penis you used to have?"
     
     "Put it in!" the panting girl suddenly cried. 
     
     "With pleasure!" Mercy thrust sharply and entered Alexis. 
She swiftly tore through the just hour's old hymen and claimed 
forever the squealing girl's virtue! "Is this what you wanted to do 
to me? Did the prince want to fuck a woman?"
     
     "You!" Alexis cried in panic. "I wanted to fuck you! Not you 
in me! You said just the crown! You never said all of it!"
     
     It was glorious! The feeble protests Alexis muttered seemed 
to add spice to the feelings of warmth that caressed her shaft. 
"YOU said just the crown! Did you think I would meekly follow 
your orders? You are only junior wife! Amanda outranks you, and 
I outrank her!" Mercy drew back and once again pushed her 
hardness into silky heaven. "That is how it will be from now on!"
     
     "That is right!" Amanda panted. "Husband Mercy is in 
charge!" The redhead moaned herself as she watched, one hand 
eagerly moving between her shapely thighs. "I order you to please 
our husband!"
     
     "Little one that is an order you didn't need to give." Mercy 
said softly. "I am very pleased as it is!"
     
     The Princess whimpered and moaned as the warrior began to 
rhythmically thrust her hips. The huge organ filled her in a way she 
never imagined back when she was a male. "Please stop!" she 
begged as her arms wrapped around Mercy. "You can't do this to 
me! I was a man!"
     
     "Now you are a woman!" Mercy claimed the frantic 
woman's lips with her own. "You are MY woman! Soon you will 
be the mother of my child!"
     
     Alexis hugged Mercy tighter to her and began moving with 
her lover. "No! I cannot permit that! You must not put your seed 
into me!"  
     
     The watching redhead squealed in delight. "She wants it! 
Alexis is telling fibs! Husband Mercy, she wants a baby too!"
     
     "Not true!" The Princess spread her legs wider as she 
protested. "I don't want babies! Men can't have babies! I 
command you to pull out!" In a sudden frenzied motion, she threw 
her shapely legs around Mercy in a desperate move to make the 
warrior thrust deeper. "Men can't have babies!" she wailed. "Only 
girls can!"
     
     "I know." The warrior soothed as her movements grew more 
pronounced. "Only pretty girls will give me a child! Amanda will, 
and so will you!" She began to pound her hardness into the 
delightfully squirming girl. "Does the pretty girl want the gift of 
my seed?"
     
     Alexis was panting now. The willowy girl whimpered as she 
worked with Mercy to bring about her own release. "The Prince 
died!" was her sudden scream. "The pretty Princess wants to have 
a child to honor his memory! Please Mercy. Make me a real 
woman! I want a baby too! Your junior wife wants to make babies 
just as pretty as your senior wife will!"
     
     Mercy was beyond words. This was a gift from the heavens! 
Two lovely girls for her very own and the means to make babies in 
their bellies! She buried her face in flaxen hair as she grew near to 
exploding. Alexis had been a handsome young man. Even she 
admitted that! As he grew she had always thought it a shame he 
hadn't been born a girl. Now she was! The boy was dead! Long 
live the lovely girl! The warrior drove herself into a mad frenzy as 
she felt the now familiar pressure build deep within her. "I love my 
wives!" she cried as her body stiffened. With a grunt, her penis 
gave a mighty throb. Torrents of thick hot semen erupted deep into 
the neo-woman's ripe fertile body!
     
     Alexis screamed as she felt the hardness within her jerk. She 
knew what it meant and her scream was one of joy! Her body 
responded! The Princess wailed as her climax claimed the female 
body she now wore. It was noting like anything she felt as a man! 
It was wonderful! It was life itself! "Husband!" she wailed joyfully 
as her body shook. "I love you!"
     
     Amanda squeaked as she too reached her peek. The redhead 
threw her head back as waves of pleasure raced throughout her 
body. "My family! I love my new family!" was her cry as the three 
spouses gave themselves over to the glory of their love.
     
     The three lay together for a peaceful nap. After a few hours, 
Alexis was the first to sit up. "Oh gods!" she said in dismay. 
"What have I done? It's still flowing out of me!"
     
     Amanda giggled. "That's wonderful, junior wife! All that 
stuff oozing out just proves husband Mercy loves you! She gave 
you lots of the juice that makes babies!"
     
     Mercy sighed happily. "I love both of you. Don't forget that, 
little one!"
     
     The redhead grinned. "I won't!" she looked around and her 
grin faded a bit. "Where did demon Betsy go?" Amanda jumped to 
her feet and started looking around. "Demon Betsy! Here girl!"
     
     Mercy looked around and saw something that made her grin. 
Betsy's paw-prints were not the only feline tracks leading off into 
the trees. From the looks of it, several larger cats were chasing her 
valiant little friend. She wondered if Betsy had the nerve to let one 
of them catch her. It would explain the faint yowling she had heard 
just before dozing off. "Have no fears, senior wife. I suspect Betsy 
is just a bit occupied."
     
     The Princess got up and winced a bit at unaccustomed 
soreness. "That little beast is probably off hunting vermin. I 
wouldn't worry about her. She's just an animal, after all!"
     
     Amanda stomped her foot, making her full breasts shake in a 
way that quite pleased her husband. "Demon Betsy is not just an 
animal, and I am worried about her!"
     
     "Hush now, girls. I'm sure Betsy is fine!" Mercy went back 
to the tree line and gathered up her belongings. "Right now we 
need to figure out what we're going to do."
     
     Alexis went pale. "What will I tell father? He'll hate me for 
this. I know he will! His only son is going to have a baby! He'll 
say I brought him shame!"
     
     "Then he's a stupid King!" Amanda gave Alexis a big hug. 
"Anyone would be stupid to hate such a lovely daughter!"
     
     The Princess stiffened, but then relaxed and returned the hug 
with tears shining in her eyes. "Thank you, Amanda. That was 
sweet of you to say, but father would not find this proper at all!"
     
     Mercy thought for a moment. "Perhaps we shouldn't tell him. 
Alexis, would you mind letting the King think you were dead? We 
could say you died heroically in battle."
     
     "I don't like telling him a lie." Alexis sighed. "If he 
discovered the truth, then he could claim treason. I have no wish to 
place my neck on the chopping block! There has to be some way I 
can tell him his son is now a daughter and will probably have a 
baby!"
     
     "Just tell the truth!" Amanda gave her co-wife another loving 
hug. "Tell him that the evil terrible witch did it! How can he blame 
you if it was that terrible hag's fault? If I had met her, I would have 
snatched her nasty gray hair right off her head for treating you so 
badly! I would have gouged out her evil eyes for treating you and 
darling Mercy so harshly!"
     
     Alexis looked at Mercy, who couldn't hide her grin. The 
Princess couldn't help a slight smile herself. "Yes Amanda, it was 
that awful witch's fault. But father still won't like it!" 
     
     "Do you think it would sway things if I had a talk with him?" 
Betsy walked out of the undergrowth as if she had just stepped 
away for a moment. "I suspect a demon such as myself could 
convince him of anything."
     
     Mercy snorted. Said demon seemed a bit worse for wear. The 
normally glossy fur was matted with dirt and dust. The feline's 
proud tail had several brambles sticking in it. It was her walk that 
really spoke volumes though! The petite feline had a slight but 
distinct stagger about the hind legs, giving her an odd bowlegged 
look. 
     
     "What are you staring at, you two sex human?" the cat 
snapped.
     
     Mercy laughed aloud. "Mighty demon, how long did you run 
before you let yourself be cornered?"
     
     The cat's ears twitched in embarrassment. "I'm sure I don't 
have any idea what you are talking about!" She passed her paw 
several times over her face in an attempt to hide her feelings. "Oh 
alright! I ran for nearly an hour before I decided the time was 
right! Then I had to wait for them all to fight!"
     
     Amanda's eyes opened wide. "Them? Oh my! How many 
suitors did you have, demon Betsy?"
     
     The cat's eyes flashed. "Thirteen! From now on that is my 
lucky number! They all fought over me!"
     
     Mercy finished dressing and knelt by her purring friend. 
"Then what, oh Betsy of the dark?"
     
     "The winner mounted me!" Betsy's ears nearly flapped off 
her head in embarrassment. "Without so much as a how do you do, 
he climbed right on me and went wild!" She closed her eyes tight. 
"Oh Gods, it was wonderful! He bit my shoulder and I couldn't 
even more! I just stood under him as he planted his seed in me! 
Something happened to me when he finished." The cat sounded 
bashful. "I just rolled all over in the dirt for such a long time like a 
mindless beast! I felt like I was in heaven!"
     
     Amanda giggled. "Of course he didn't say anything! Only 
demons can talk, not plain old cats!" she picked up the dusty feline 
and hugged her tight. "I think rolling around like that is a cat 
climax. I'm so happy he gave you one. Was he handsome?"
     
     Betsy sighed. "He's gorgeous!" She opened her eyes and 
looked up at Amanda. "Wait, I'll introduce you!" the feline yowled 
in a fairly frightening way. "He's shy, so nobody make any sudden 
moves!"
     
     The brush parted, and a huge feral cat joined them. He looked 
with distain at the humans, but gave a howl of greeting to the small 
female in Amanda's arms. 
     
     "Isn't he wonderful?" Betsy squirmed free and rushed over to 
the newcomer. She rubbed her petite body against his large lean 
form. "He saw me home to keep me safe. I like that in a mate."
     
     Mercy looked over the huge gray cat. She recognized a 
fellow warrior. His fur was patchy with underlying scarring, and he 
only had one ear. "You chose well, wicked Betsy. Your friend 
looks like he's well able to deal with any enemy."
     
     Alexis looked at the giant tomcat and giggled. "Wicked is 
right! How did you live through such a mating ordeal? He's three 
times your size!"
     
     Betsy bristled, but then gave the Princess a good long look. 
"It wasn't an ordeal, it was beautiful!" Her eyes closed to slits. 
"How was yours?"
     
     The Princess froze. "It wasn't an ordeal for me either, not 
really." She slowly smiled. "My first time was beautiful too. I 
know you may not believe me, but I truly am happy for you!"
     
     "Thank you." Betsy laughed. "You're not so bad after all, 
Princess. I'm happy for you too."
     
     The tender moment was shattered by the thunder of hooves. 
The King's personal; guard, and the King himself rode into view. 
Mercy was glad she had dressed. It hid her difference, but it also 
meant her new knives were close at hand! "Highness!" she 
announced as the royal personage dismounted. "The evil witch is 
dead!"
     
     King Augustine kept his eyes on the dressed young woman 
as the other two scrambled to cover their nakedness. 
Understanding slowly dawned.  "Mercy? Surely that isn't you?"
     
     Mercy sighed. All of this was going to be tough to explain. 
"Yes, it is I. The witch attempted to bribe me by restoring my 
youth."
     
     Amanda finished struggling into her rags. "Mercy was 
magnificent! She defeated that foul old hag and saved us all!"
     
     The king scowled. "Never mind the saving of womenfolk! 
What news of my son?"
     
     This was it. Mercy felt like all of their lives where once again 
in her hands. Fighting wasn't the answer now. Would explaining 
be enough? Before she could open her mouth, the princess cleared 
her throat. "Father" Alexis said in her beautiful clear soprano. 
"Amanda has told you. Mercy has saved us all!"
     
     The king turned towards the golden haired woman trying to 
hide her comely form beneath a tattered and dirty curtain. 
Recognition struck as almost a physical blow! "Leave me!" he 
ordered his startled guards. "Withdraw one thousand paces and 
await my command!"    
     
     Once the guard retreated, the king took a step towards his 
neo-daughter. It was high treason, but Mercy put her hand on the 
hilt of her knife, never the less! She was going to protect the 
princess to the very end. Thankfully, this proved unnecessary. The 
king dropped to his knees and sobbed. "My son! Your mother's 
beauty lives once again in your aspect! How can this be?"
     
     "I am so sorry, father!" Alexis sobbed herself. "The witch 
has taken away my manhood, but Mercy has saved my life. I am 
grateful at least for that."
     
     The king rose to his feet, and closed the gap between him and 
his offspring. "I have no heir, but I thought I'd never see your 
beautiful mother's face until I crossed into the afterlife!" he threw 
his arms around the startled young woman and held her tight. 
"Perhaps, perhaps there can be other heirs!"
     
     Anger slowly built within Mercy's heart. She had to set the 
king straight this very moment, even if it meant her own death! 
"Highness! Unhand my woman this instant!"   
     
     The king turned and glared. "Your woman?" anger slowly 
drained from his face. With a slight grin, he released his daughter. 
"Yes, I suppose that would be for the best. Alexis always did love 
you. You're the only person I could ever trust to keep his, uh, her 
innocence intact."
     
     This was shaky ground, but Mercy felt that honesty was 
indeed the best policy. "About that." The battle hardened warrior's 
face grew red, but this did not stop her. Her hand went from the 
hilt of her knife, to the hem of her leather skirt. "My age was not 
the only thing the witch has changed!" Boldly, Mercy exposed her 
shaft to the king's eyes.
     
     "Stars above!" he gasped, unable to tear his eyes away, even 
after the skirt once again hid things from view. "That is larger then 
even mine!" He looked startled. "I mean, that is totally 
unexpected!" The king turned his back and stood silent for several 
moments. 
     
     Mercy sighed as Amanda and Alexis both cam to her side, 
and slipped their hands into hers. They would face their fate 
together. The three waited quietly as the king pondered their 
future.
     
     Betsy looked at her friends, and then at the king. "What's the 
big deal?" she said, breaking the uneasy silence. "I thought humans 
all loved the thought of grand children?"
     
     The king spun around. "By the Gods! A talking cat too?" He 
threw back his head and roared with laughter. "Mercy, you have 
proven your worth! I give you my daughter's hand in marriage!" 
He eyed Amanda lustfully, but only laughed again as she squeezed 
Mercy's hand tighter, and pressed herself against her husband's 
side. "I see the lay of the land now! Perhaps I should find a likely 
bride or two for myself to produce a new heir to the throne!"
     
     Mercy smiled. "Sire that should prove no problem for you. 
Might I suggest the cook's daughter?"
     
     Augustine laughed again. "She of the golden mouth? I have 
heard tales of her skills. It would be best if I joined with another 
royal line though. I hear that princess Cora of the kingdom of 
Bronx is a comely sight. Aligning myself with the Bronx could 
insure a lasting piece with the whole island of Manhat! Yes, I think 
I shall send my messengers this very day!" He waved his guards 
back. "Come now!" he cried joyfully. "There are weddings afoot! 
We must make our plans!"
     
     Mercy and her brides mounted spare horses and happily rode 
towards the castle. Betsy couldn't help giggling as her new friend 
squirmed, but let Mercy hold him as she rode. "I'd like a wedding, 
too!" she called cheerfully from the arms of her former mistress, 
and now friend. "Nothing formal, just a few friends, and a 
magnificent feast of mice and rats!"
     
     Alexis laughed. "That sounds, uh, lovely."
     
     Do you know what? It was!
     
     
     
     
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