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"Oh no" Karmilla squealed. The young witch whined as her broom was getting out of control. With erratic moves, it was flying in the sky, coming dangerously closer to the land below. The brunette cursed, remembering that she had forgotten to change the bundle of twigs. She had been too busy creating potions recently, and had procrastinated. That was a good lesson for her. Without any second thought, Karmilla jumped from the broom and fell on the moss below her. One second later, her broom collided with a big rock. "Phew..." She sighed, wiping her forehead. The brunette scrutinized the broom and winced. She would need to find another way to go home. Especially now that it started to get dark. With a moan she looked at the sky becoming greyer and sighed. Maybe she could find a place for the night? She had landed on a big hill covered with moss and clovers, with some rocks and small trees. The weather wasn't particularly good, and her skimpy outfit wasn't very suitable, but the

The 302nd Shift: Uncamping Trip Pt 3 Darkness was descending by the time the trio returned to the cabin. Parking on the shore to allow her passengers to disembark Brielle switched on the temporary vacation home’s lights. With the pair safely on dry land she transformed into a goose, swimming the short distance to follow. Alyana looked her way, eyebrow raised. “Mirrors and a couple of halogen lamps,” Brielle commented as she waddled by, anticipating her friend’s question. Flutter hopping onto the deck she began morphing, exchanging webbed feet for casters and grey feathers for mahogany-stained grain as she enlarged. Settling as a modest kitchen island she parked near the cabinets. Pseudopods emerged from each corner of her faux woodblock top. Three opened into hands while the fourth carried her head. “Shall we get started on dinner?” Brielle had spent quite a bit of time researching what foods to bring, trying to balance Alyana and Krystal’s preferences and favourites with the

The 301st Shift: Uncamping Trip Pt 2 Guised as a fox deep in the forest about a kilometre away Brielle sensed Krystal waking. Following the pull of her larger self she sprinted for the cabin. Bursting from the underbrush she dove for the artificial structure’s back wall. Hitting the faux red cedar siding with a goopy splash she merged with the temporary vacation home. Expanding her awareness throughout the two-bedroom cabin she could feel Alyana stirring as well. Unsure what her guests may do next she made a careful check of the assorted connections to the bevy of electrical devices embedded within her walls. Outside she finished filling the large tank. Unlike a typical filtration system hers consisted of a dozen tentacles languidly sweeping through water sucked from the nearby stream. Tossing her blanket onto the sofa’s backrest Krystal stretched. “Mmm… I really needed that.” Brielle’s human body molded out of the wall behind the sofa. “Glad you had a good nap,” she said, leaning

The 300th Shift: Uncamping Trip Pt 1 “Are we there yet?” Alyana asked, trying not to let her tone sound like a whine. She ducked slightly as the chestnut Clydesdale she was riding passed under a low-hanging branch. Between the three-hour drive and the two-hour hike her backside was starting to complain. “Brielle promises we’ll be there in less than ten minutes,” Krystal called from atop her own brown and white speckled Clydesdale a few metres ahead. True to her word eight minutes later they emerged from the forest into a large clearing. “Oh wow,” Alyana breathed. The scene was idyllic. Overlooking a small river the area was a patchwork of early-blooming wildflowers poking through fallen leaves and wild grass. Stepping into the glade sunlight dispelled the perennial chill cast by the dense canopy. Tamping her sense of wonder Alyana commented, “It’s very beautiful, but I was promised a ‘no camping’ camping trip.” “And I always keep my promises,” her horse replied, turning to face

Vicky has long black hair often combed in a high ponytail with blue eyes. She has an hourglass figure with beautiful breasts and a deep innie. Her navel is pierced with a dangling jewel. Vicky loves to be tickled there and always try to get a tickle session. "This weather is so unpredictable..." Ethan sighed, looking at the window where rain was pouring. "It felt good yesterday, but now it's kinda cold." The attractive man put his mug on the desk, near the cashier of the bookshop and sighed again. Vicky nodded, being herself annoyed by what she felt like a fake spring. She needed sun and warmth in her life, but what she craved for the most was feeling the sunray on her naked skin. A good weather didn't only mean colorful flowers and longer days, it also meant being able to wear a crop top. And the dark-haired woman desperately needed it. Her pierced deep navel had been tingling the whole winter, and her only comfort had been to put the heat in her apartment so she could wear a