"Oh! This is awesome!" Faith exclaimed - her mouth full. "You're right! This jerky tastes a lot like beef! Charity, you have to try this!"
Charity slowly got off the rock she was sitting on and walked around the fire pit that Empusa had set up. Empusa tore off a piece of jerky and handed it to Charity. Empusa had pulled out two padded stools from the supplies on the cart, one of which she handed to Faith. She had apologized profusely to Charity who had to settle for a knobby rock which she rooted out of a nearby thicket.
"We haven't had any meat for over two weeks!" Faith was explaining to Empusa.
Charity sat down on her rock and examined the scraggly, dried up piece of old meat. The smell was not particularly appealing.
"It's good, Baby. Try it!"
Charity held her breath and grasped a bit between her teeth. It was tough and rubbery and it took a bit of work to tear off a small piece. She took a few chews and the taste slowly washed across her tongue. Immediately, Charity felt her stomach begin to churn. The jerky tasted like something that had been rotting in the sun - like a dead antelope after two days on hot asphalt.
Charity stood up frowning. She handed the remaining portion to Faith frantically wondering what she could do that would be least offensive to their new host, while allowing her to be rid of the offensive carrion in her mouth. Her decision was robbed from her when her stomach muscles lurched and the jerky and a fair amount of drool poured from her mouth. Charity coughed and spit a few times desperately trying to get rid of the taste.
"Sorry," Faith apologized to Empusa. "She can be dramatic sometimes."
"That's OK," Empusa said, smirking slightly. "I have some more fruit that she can eat."
"Sorry," Charity sputtered, still trying to find a way to get the taste out of her mouth.
"Why don't you help me feed the ponygirls, Dearie?" Empusa said.
Garnet and Hazel had been standing by the side of the cart. Empusa had locked fetters around Hazel's ankles connected by a short chain. Hobbling one of the ponygirls, effectively hobbled both since the two were connected by a four foot chain, the ends, of which, were embedded in each ponygirl's lower back.
Charity followed Empusa to the cart quietly spitting occasionally - still struggling with the vile taste permeating her tongue. When they approached, the ponygirls perked up and huddled in close. "They're ready to eat," Empusa explained.
She pulled out a stack of metal bowls and lined three up on the rail of the cart. Next she pulled out some plump berries and a bag of dry, sliced oat-like grains which she distributed in each bowl.
As she rewrapped the remaining stores, the two ponygirls stepped up to the cart and bent over the bowls. They used their tongues to lap at the food, rising up occasionally with fruit juice and oats sticking to their chins.
"Hopefully, this will be more to your liking, Dearie," Empusa said, gently tapping the third bowl. "You can give any that you don't finish to the girls. They will be more than happy to..." - Empusa paused for a second - "...clean your bowl." Then Empusa walked back over to the fire and sat back on her stool, immediately returning to her conversation with Faith.
Charity turned back to the cart and looked at the two ponygirls licking at their bowls. Their tongues must have been modified somewhat too - they were quite long.
At least the fruit smelled good. Charity began picking at the various bits of food in the bowl. It all tasted even better. Back over by the fire, Faith and Empusa were laughing loudly about something causing Charity to glance over. She turned back towards the cart to continue eating. Garnet and Hazel had finished their meals already. Now both were standing staring at Charity - watching her hand carefully as she reached into the bowl and brought another chunk of fruit up to her mouth. Both shifted on their feet a little - edging slightly closer to Charity. Their eyes were constantly shifting between Charity's mouth and the bowl of food.
"Alright!" Charity said. "For fuck's sake!"
She picked out two pieces of juicy fruit - one in each hand - and lifted them up to the ponygirls. Both smiled and stepped closer. Charity was just going to pop the fruit in their mouths, but the ponygirls extended their tongues and basically pulled the fruit from her fingers. They were not content to simply slurp the fruit up though, both began sucking on her fingers and running their tongues up and down her palms making Charity giggle quietly.
She spent the next five minutes hand feeding the ponygirls until all the food was gone.
"All gone," she said, holding up her empty hands. "All gone."
The ponygirls stared at her and her empty hands for a moment until Hazel bent over and began licking the juice and stray oats from Garnet's chin and cheeks. Soon Garnet was providing the same service for Hazel which precipitated what appeared to be a particularly sloppy, noisy makeout session between the two ponygirls.
"Ohh kay, then," Charity said quietly. She suddenly realized that there was something arousing about these two armless, but statuesque women engaged in such an intimate act. "Fuck! I'm horny..."
Charity turned to clean up the bowls. She was thinking about Hope. Hopefully, she was nearby watching. There was a rattle of chain behind her and suddenly Charity felt a tongue slide up her cheek and across her ear. Charity emitted a short squeaking sound. Garnet's tongue had tickled! She stepped to the side and bumped her head into Hazel's breast. The tall ponygirl had stepped around with her own tongue extended trying to lick Charity's face.
"Are you ok over there?" Empusa asked from her stool by the fire.
"I'm good," Charity said, still gently fending off the advances of Hazel and Garnet.
"Don't let the girls dominate you," Empusa said, and she turned back to the fire and her conversation with Faith.
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As night fell, Empusa declared that she had a second sleeping pad. She suggested that Faith use the pad. Since she was smaller, Charity could share a large blanket that Empusa laid out for the ponygirls. For the past two weeks, Charity had been sleeping on piles of gathered leaves, so any trepidation she had about sleeping next to two tall, naked, muscular women was far outweighed by the comfort of a little extra padding.
As they all turned in for the night, Empusa strapped and buckled a particularly effective blindfold over Garnet's head. With the blindfold, Garnet was dependent on Hazel, who was hobbled by a short chain, to move about the camp. Empusa explained that she switched the hobbles and blindfold between the ponygirls each night.
"Of course, they have no desire to run off," Empusa said, "but, they may wander off on a whim or some noise in the night may spook them. It's also not unheard of that someone might like to steal them. They are magnificent beasts after all."
"There are thieves out here?" Charity asked, staring into the night. She was worried about Hope - alone out in the darkness.
"There are nature witches who dwell out in the wilderness," Empusa explained.
"Nature witches?!"
"Yes. They are fairly solitary and generally benign. Their power usually only encompasses healing wounds, agricultural concerns... things like that. Villages often actually benefit from their services, so we often consider them to be a blessing. On the other hand, though, they are not always predictable. Sometimes they can be mischievous or destructive," Empusa explained as she led the ponygirls to their blanket. "It seems nature witches tend to prefer to commune with women whose callings are more animalistic, like ponygirls. But, probably never with joined ponygirls like Hazel and Garnet."
