A Goo Tail Part 2

“I can’t believe she’d do this to Me! We had something, yah know/” Bear drank the dregs of his third beer and slammed the stein onto the table.

“Uhh, well we are hunting her on the behalf of the Tower.” Randal said, staring down into the frothy surface of his own beer. “You did say she’s got a vindictive streak.”

“She already stabbed me once, and its not like we were gonna kill her!” Bear shifted his weight on the hard wooden stool he sat on and suppressed a shiver. Everything down there was so sensitive, sending spikes of pleasure into his brain with every movement he made. He’d jammed the tail into his pants but it squirmed around on its own accord, transiting the texture of the fabric that contained it with a sort of glee. The lips of his rubbery pussy had him biting back unmanly soft sounds when they rubbed together, which occurred every time he took a stride. Yet it was the sensation inside him that concerned him the most, an insistent ache of his inner walls that swelled with every passing moment. A hunger that made Bear remember that one very drunken night in the capital that they never talked about every time he looked at Randal. How perfectly that large cock he hid would fill the growing need between Bear’s legs. The flood of cum would flood his insides, filling him with warmth. Just-

“BEAR!” Randal’s sharp shout startled Bear from his circling thoughts. Bear jerked his hand away from his still tented crotch and placed it on the table.

“S-sorry,” Bear took a deep breath, then raised his stein towards the chubby man behind the counter. “Barkeep! Another.”

Randal rolled his eyes. “Careful, I don’t want to have to tie you to your horse, again.”

“I’m fine, just dulling these cursed… bits that bitch gave me.” Bear grinned hard, his head buzzed a bit but the sensations hadn’t slacked off.

“As I was saying, while you were staring into nothing. We need a new plan. She’s probably riding out the city gates as we speak,” Randal said, “Can you ride?”

“Of course, I can ride,” Bear blustered, then thought about what he knew of the woman. “But Lizet won’t take the main road south to the Kingdom of Bethor. There are too many check points and they’ll all have her wanted posters from the Tower by now. She’ll brave the forest path. It's much slower but far less guarded. At least by guards, the bandits could be thick depending on how heavily the main road is being patrolled.”

“Sooo,” Randal frowned and swirled his beer. “If we ride hard down the main road, we could reach Bethor first and catch her as she exits the forest.”

Bear nodded, there were half a dozen ways to exit the forest but Lizet didn’t know the area nearly as well as he did. She’d either try to con her way through the sole checkpoint or take the semi hidden path around it. Both options funneled down to the same intersection. “Beggers crossing,” He said, “That’s where we’ll catch her.”

“No time to waste, then,” Randal stood, “We capture her and force her to undo this. Use everything we’ve got. Break out the grounding ward.”

“Damn straight! I’ll show her- ooh!” Bear stood, and the motion pressed the thick pussy lips between his legs together, and the shot of pleasure, transmuting his thought into a soft moan. Bear shook himself. The room wobbled slightly and he realized that this piss beer must be stronger than the usual brew he drank. “I mean. I’ll show her what happens when you fuck the Bear!” he winced and tried again, “Fuck with the Bear.”

“I know what you mean,” Randal said with undisguised pity and concern in his eyes, “Come on, let's pay our tab and saddle up.”

Bear swallowed, feeling himself moisten further as he imagined what straddling a horse would feel like against his nether lips.

He didn’t have to imagine for long.