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Punchingbag was hungry again. Echolalia was in the middle of Winterspring and she’ll be damned if she could find something to her tiger’s liking. As she rode across she remembered her old friend Donova Snowden who lived by the hot springs. As she saw the camp in the distance she dismounted kept ushering punchingbag to follow her. Once there a huge grin cracked on Donova's face. She gladly gave away some roasted quails Echolalia tossed them to punchingbag and he devoured them gladly. After going through a few quails punchingbag’s ears pricked up and he began staring about. He dashed (rank 3) into Donova’s tent. There was a bit of a commotion and yelling inside as punchingbag roared and snarled, then whimpered and moaned. He ran back out as fast as he came in and out walked a female warlock drenched by punchingbag. This is Cyndane, said Donova; she’s just returned from lands beyond the Dark Portal. She’s an acquaintance of mine.

Punchingbag was somehow turned to aggressive and he had slobbered and drooled all over Cyndane. Echolalia run up to her and began to apologize. Cyndane made no comment and just chuckled playfully. She disrobed and stripped down her body glistening from the drippings of the roasted quail and tiger drool. Echolalia just stared at the naked human body enchanted by how different and yet how familiar the figure was. Cyndane slowly slipped into the nearby hot springs. Since her pet was responsible for the soiling of the robes it was only a matter of courtesy that Echolalia join Cyndane in the springs for a nice bathe. Why it would be plain rude if she didn’t!

Echolalia stripped down as well and tossed her armor and weapons by the spring. The water was hot yet comfortable in the cold. She sat across Cyndane. . The heat radiated from the springs and beads of sweat began rolling from their foreheads. Cyndane just stared at her while Echolalia bounced about and looked around.

You seem tense said Cyndane mind if I mosey on over. Echolalia just blushed and nodded. Cyndane slid by and sat next to Echolilia. She stared at her for a bit admiring the size of her ears. “What?,” giggles Echolilia. Your ears muttered Cyndane, they’re so big. Echolalia blushed again. Mind if I inspect asked Cydnane. Echo just blushed and nodded.

Cyndane ran her fingers over Echolilia’s slender ears. Echolalia giggled and writhed with guilty pleasure. She had often touched herself there before, out of pure curiosity. The way Cnydane stroked and tickled her however was unlike anything she ever felt before. She began to take deep heavy breaths and her supple breasts began rising and falling forming cresting waves in the hot bubbly springs. Cyndane took no heed and proceed to tickle the inside of her ears, and sliding her slender white pinky in and out. Echolalia’s ears began to wobble and bounce her eyes closed, her breathing got heavier. Her blue frame twitched and shuddered at the hands of Cyndane. Never have her ears been touched the way there were being touched right then and there.

Cyndane then began to utter demonic and suddenly let out a piercing howl that froze Echo in her place and sent punchingbag running into the woods. Echo not prepared for that the sharp sting that was forced into her put her in disarray. Her ears were protruding, firm and hard, no longer bending and swaying. After a lapse of momentary shock she looked around. Donova Snowden and Cyndane were nowhere to be seen. Echo jumped out of the hot springs to fetch her gear but all that was left was her ice barbed spear. It was firm and with a smooth shaft and tipped with a blue edge that glowed even in broad daylight. This will do she muttered to herself.

She began to search and track for Cyndane. A soon as she sensed her however, the fiend evaded her. The hunter was now the hunted. A few yards into the forest something snarled and jumped from behind her.

A red tiny beast with two protruding ivory horns and various tentacles sniffed at her. Behind it was Cyndane with a devilish smirk that would make Kil’Jaeden cream. They had no equipment on. There were no tabards here, no politics. This was no crime, their guilds were of no consequence, and their race was of no consequence. Both were mistresses that spent their lives taming the beasts and demons that infested the world. They sought to control and command, and harness, it was their nature. Now, however, the ultimate taming was nigh. Headstrong they were both bent on udder domination. In that moment punchingbag came rushing back to Huntress Echolalia.

The pets snarled, poked, and prodded embodying the heat that was bout to unfold. The felhunter, though weak in frame, was modestly equipped and began to penetrate punchingbag. Up keeping his namesake punchingbag took it like a #@%$!. Like a blind man in an orgy the felhunter had to feel things out. And feel things he did.

The tension was palpable, the soft bodies of the two females were now hard and, not from the cold, but from the anticipation .There they stood stark naked with nothing between them but a blue polearm. With their pets locked in combat they stared each other down, each waiting for the other to engage.

In the white fresh snow they rumbled about struggling groping, and grabbing on the barbed spear. The favor swayed. Echo was quick, her thrusts true hitting Cyndane and dodging about deterring the warlock’s retaliation. Cyndane however was not without merit. She had high stamina and though she was not proficient with polearms, she treated it like a stave grinding the shaft and redirecting Echo’s attempted penetrations whilst twisting and turning those protruding sensitive ears to her advantage.

As time passed the felhunter grew tired and its strikes wavered. Punchingbag sat there as usual passive and nonchalant. Cyndane though relentless was struck hard deeply afflicted by size and weight of the polearm; this was no staff. However Echo also fell to Cyndane’s twisting and grinding of her ears. They fell to the ground exahausted and breathless. The ice barbed spear serperating the inches between their faces with Echolalia no top pressing the tip across Cyndane’s neck and her ears grabbed firmly by her prey. It was at that moment that the collective will of the prey broke. Echolalia looseened her grip and Cynadne hers. Echo pressed her lips torridly against Cyndane’s. That moment burnt and stretched through time.

In the background a cackle was heard. It was Donova. She laid down their gear and trotted back to her camp with a smirk of satisfaction in her face. Lying there in the snow, the Warlock and the Huntress stared into each other, their eyes like mirrors framed with sapphire and alabaster reflecting each others perfection. The ultimate taming was now complete.