Gemstone Kingdom Pt. 02

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The tavern of Natasha's choosing was a rundown pub and inn on the edge of Barth. The stench of stale beer and body odor wafted over them as they strode through the entrance.

"Haven't been in a place like this for centuries," said Jacob's new gemstone. "Then, of course, the bars served a dwarven patronage."

"Unless you're going to say something useful, don't say anything at all," Jacob replied.

Natasha shot him a look, which softened when she realized. "The gemstone again?"

Jacob nodded.

"Not everyday we get a pair of pretty ladies in such skimpy outfits with such a magnificent sword!" the tender called out to them. He was a lanky old man with wisps of greasy gray hair flattened to his reddened scalp. Glasses balanced on the edge of his aquiline nose and thin lips trembled with some malady of the nerves. The same ailment seemed present in his fingers, too, as his shaky hands drew a tankard of beer from the tapped barrel behind him.

Unexpectedly, Jacob's brief appraisal returned no threat, no lascivious interest, only hospitable warmth.

"Don't linger there by the door, come! Have a drink!" the tender invited.

Jacob and Natasha glanced at each other before drifting toward the bar. As they crossed the tavern, so too did all the bloodshot eyes. Jacob felt them roaming his exposed body like so many bugs crawling over his flesh.

Natasha must've noticed him returning a wary sidelong glance, because she leaned closer and whispered, "You'll get used to that."

He was careful while seating himself on a stool, trying not to flash his now rapt audience of dissolute drunkards. With his soft thighs pressed firmly together, Jacob leaned over on the bar, inadvertently flashing the tender his creamy cleavage.

"Much as I appreciate the advertisement, I'm not in the market," said the tender.

Natasha tittered as blush crept up Jacob's throat. "What? No, I--" He peered down at his breasts and realized what it looked like.

"Can't say I blame you for carrying that sword of yours," said the tender, "couple of lovely girls in your profession. Folks round here can get a little too familiar." He shot them a wink. "Best to keep them in check, know you're not one to be messed with. Now, what'll ya have?"

But as the tender served a mug of beer to a patron on Jacob's right, a sufficient amount sloshed over the rim for him to get a whiff of its unappetizing odor. Like feet.

He looked back at Natasha, who had the same reaction. "Got any water?" she asked.

"Pitcher, end of the bar," the tender instructed.

Natasha hopped off her stool and sauntered toward the end of the bar. Jacob was not alone in his admiration of her rolling buttocks, her athletic physique. The whole bar watched her body, the way the firelight gleamed in her golden skin, edged her flaxen hair with red highlights.

She was, quite simply, stunning, and Jacob's heart fluttered.

She returned with two cups of water and Jacob swallowed nearly all of his in one gulp.

"Thirsty girl," Natasha teased. Then she leaned closer to better conceal her next words from the rest of the bar. "What's the gemstone said about its charms?"

"Other than the fact that I had to give up a 'precious object' to receive them?" said Jacob. "Nothing."

"I'm ready whenever you are, sweetie," whispered the gemstone into his thoughts.

Jacob's eyes flicked to the opalescent rock shimmering in the pommel of his father's sword. To both the gemstone and Natasha, he said, "To be honest, I'm a little afraid to go any further. You know, given what's already happened."

"What, that it's turned you into an absolute beauty of a girl?" said Natasha.

"She seems to enjoy my handiwork," the gemstone said.

"It's just not what I was expecting," said Jacob. "This magic... it's not like anything I've ever encountered or heard of. A gemstone shouldn't talk. It should name its charms and otherwise keep its stupid mouth shut."

"There's no mouth to shut, sweetheart," the gemstone rejoined.

Sensing her friend's dismal mood, Natasha suggested, "Why don't we rent a room, someplace private for you to talk things over with your... gemstone?"

He looked down at the gemstone expecting some kind of response, but received none.

Jacob sighed. "Sure, alright."

"Tender!" Natasha called.

The old man hobbled over. "What can I do for you, love?"

She slammed her stolen coins onto the bar. "One room, please."

One of the tender's bushy, gray eyebrows quirked up his forehead. "Well, alright then." He took up several of the coins and handed her a key. "Upstairs, third door on the left."

Natasha took Jacob's hand and led him upstairs. He became so distracted by the view of Natasha's smooth, tan buttocks peeking beneath the torn end of her dress that he failed to notice he was showing his own butt to the whole bar as they ascended. Not until they reached the second floor did he realize, tugging on the end of his woefully inadequate skirt to shield his bare ass from their lascivious interest.

Natasha tugged on his arm. "Come on!"

They entered the private room and Natasha shut the door behind them. Jacob took a seat on the edge of the creaky bed and planted his sword between his knees, tip sticking into the floorboards.

The gemstone was just shy of eye-level and its milky appearance shone with rippling colors like an aurora.

Natasha sat down beside Jacob and looked at the gemstone. "It is quite pretty."

"Thank you," said the gemstone. "As are you."

"The gemstone said thank you," said Jacob, leaving off the compliment. He knew it would only make him blush again.

Natasha laid a hand on Jacob's soft, pale thigh and said, "Well?"

He looked down at her hand, struggled to pull his focus away from her touch. "Uh... oh, right. Okay." He cleared his throat and turned his attention on the gemstone. "Alright, friend, I'm ready to chat about those new abilities now."

"No you're not," the gemstone replied curtly.

Jacob shook his head. "What do you mean?"

"What's it saying?" Natasha asked.

"You're not ready," said the gemstone.

Jacob furrowed his brow. "It says I'm not ready."

"Not ready?" Natasha questioned.

"Nope," said the gemstone. "You're tired."

"I don't feel tired," said Jacob.

"But you are," the gemstone insisted. "And I could explain why, but frankly, that would open the door to a whole host of other questions that you're simply unprepared to hear the answers to."

"It says you're tired?" Natasha asked.

Jacob nodded. "I guess I need a nap." He looked out the window. An afternoon sun blazed in a clear, blue sky. "But I don't feel all that tired."

"You're too wound up," said Natasha. "You need to relax."

He felt her hand squeeze his thigh. "Relax?" he repeated.

Natasha smirked. "Here, I think I can help."

And she slid her hand up along the inside of Jacob's smooth, white thigh.

6

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For every inch Natasha's hand rose up Jacob's soft thigh, his pulse jumped another ten beats per minute. By the time she reached the edge of his makeshift skirt high on his leg, his face was beat-red, his whole body slick with nervous sweat, and he was practically panting.

He clamped his legs together and swung them away from Natasha. "Hey! Oh, uh, what're you doing there, Nat?"

The hand that caressed his thigh rose to her mouth as she giggled. "Trying to help you relax," she said. "You've got some new... equipment that you don't know how to work. I thought I might show you. Since, you know, I'm kind of an expert."

"You are?" Jacob asked stupidly.

Natasha lowered her chin. "Well, I've had a pussy for twenty-one years."

Jacob laughed at himself. "Oh, right. Of course."

"It's not a big deal," she said, "we're both girls."

Those final three words echoed in Jacob's mind like the noon bell pealing through town. We're both girls. That was true, wasn't it? Jacob's transformation provided him the requisite parts.

But did parts make the woman?

Wasn't there still a man's heart thrumming beneath his new boobs?

Then again, the way he felt in this new skin suggested another alternative. The more time spent as a girl, the stronger a sense of correctness became. Like putting on the right size boot after spending a day in the wrong one.

In this way of thinking, it'd been the boy body that'd been wrong, his heart truly a girl's heart all along. It took tits and a coochie to break open that possibility, but now that it occurred to him...

Jacob shook his head, thoughts spinning out of control. He needed them to stop. He needed some kind of distraction.

He raised his eyes to Natasha, waiting patiently for him to speak.

"Okay," he said. "Maybe you're right. I need to relax. Could you show me what to do with... this thing?" He flicked his eyes to his crotch.

Natasha nodded, shimmying her own dress down the front of her body.

"What are you doing?" Jacob asked.

"I'm going to lead by example," she explained. She stood from the bed and let her torn frock fall to the floor.

Suddenly, Natasha stood completely nude in front of Jacob. His eyes feasted on her body, the tan skin clinging tightly to her curves. Pretty, peach-colored titties capped her two pillowy breasts. A tuft of sandy hair sat above her reddened slit, already glistening with arousal.

Quite simply, Natasha was beautiful. Stunning. Everything Jacob pictured when he used to take his cock in hand and pump it til it exploded. The girl of his dreams.

"Natasha..." he said.

Smiling, she said, "Your turn."

He nodded. "Right. Okay."

"I've already seen you naked, Jakey, it's no big thing," she reassured.

Jacob stood, drew a deep breath, then stripped away the top and bottom of his risque set in one swift motion. It felt like getting doused with a bucket of ice cold water at first. The exposure shocked him.

But as he settled into it, he found the sensation more like a hot spring. Relaxing, even titillating. Watching Natasha's pretty blue eyes roam his naked frame gave him shivers of hot anticipation.

He loved exposing himself to her.

"God," said Natasha, "you're really sexy, Jacob."

He smiled and blushed. "So are you, Natasha."

"I know," she replied matter-of-factly.

Jacob laughed. "You do?"

"Uh huh," she said. "You think I didn't notice you staring at me all the time? Kinda hard not to."

Jacob cringed. "Sorry."

Natasha chuckled. "Don't be! I mean, it was a little weird knowing my best friend probably beat off to me, but flattering, too."

Jacob flicked his gaze to to puffy folds of his pussy. "Guess I won't be doing that anymore."

"No," said Natasha, taking his hand and guiding him back to the bed, "you'll be doing something much more satisfying."

Excitement buzzed in his chest like a caged cicada.

Natasha knelt on the mattress and sat back on her heels. Jacob mirrored her pose so that they faced one another, legs spread, vaginas in full view. Oh my god, I can't believe this is happening, thought Jacob.

Natasha placed a hand against her lower abdomen and slid it south until her fingers splayed the juicy folds of her pretty cunt. "Do as I do," she instructed.

"Yes, ma'am," he joked. Using two fingers, he spread his pussy lips just like Natasha did. Already, he enjoyed the contact, the velvety feel of his vagina.

"Good girl," Natasha praised, and Jacob nearly melted. "Now, trace your pussy with your middle finger, dragging it slowly to the apex." She demonstrated on herself, slowly raising her middle finger up through the center of her pussy.

The mere sight of his best friend and lifelong crush touching herself made him unbearably hot. He felt a wetness creeping down his canal, like honey rolling slowly over scones. As he performed his next task, running his finger through the center of his pussy, the wetness slicked the digit.

"Oh, fuck..." he moaned.

"Mmm, good girl," said Natasha, eliciting a whimper from Jacob. "Now rub your clit for me."

Instinct guided Jacob's finger to the nub at the peak of his slit. Using the wetness he'd collected on the pad of his index, he traced gentle little circles around the sensitive bud.

Instantly, his hips bucked. "Oh ffuuuuck..."

Natasha grinned. "That's it, Jakey, work that clit for me."

He loved receiving her commands, relinquishing control over his own body. He became Natasha's marionette, her words the strings attached to his wrists.

"That's so fucking sexy, Jakey," she said, her voice airy.

"Oh, fuck, yeah?" Jacob mewled.

"Mmm," Natasha groaned. She began writhing in front of him, rolling her body while she fit two fingers inside her. "Oh, yes, that feels so good. If it feels right, try it, Jacob. Stuff yourself."

He did. First with his middle finger, then middle and pointer both. He was tight, but he loved being penetrated. He drew the two digits out and thrust them back inside, listening to the wet sounds their motion produced.

It joined with the sounds of his best friend's vagina, presently smearing her inner thighs with juice. "Holy shit, Natasha, you're so wet!"

"Mmm, so are you, Jakey."

He loved the teasing way she used his name. He loved the shared experience of their masturbation. He loved staring at her, those glistening, tan thighs, those perky, round breasts. He loved her staring at him, all of him bared for her.

And he loved the hurricane building inside him, its tempest churning just off shore, threatening to make landfall.

Natasha could see it, and Jacob could see the pleasure it brought her to know he was close. "Yes," she said, "come for me."

"Yes, ma'am!"

A spray of juice spurted from his pussy, splashing against Natasha's body. Jacob gasped, but couldn't manage an apology, overcome by the shuddering orgasm tearing through him.

But Natasha seemed not to mind. In fact, it seemed to solicit her own climax, which crashed over her in a series of powerful spasms that clenched and unclenched her entire body.

The two girls came for several seconds before it subsided. Jacob fell back against the mattress, his vision blurring. Exhaustion finally caught up with him. He rolled onto his side and shut his eyes.

Just before sleep delivered him into unconsciousness, he felt Natasha's warm, smooth body sliding up behind his. She enfolded him, nestling her face in his hair. Cuddled together, they drifted off into pleasant slumber.