Harold Moser had not known what to expect when he'd signed on to be one of the small team of Healers working for the chapter of the Order of St. Thrimble that was based in Havisham, which he'd found out was the unofficial capital of the Westlands area of the Kingdom. The job that he and two other Healers had was to provide extra support to the doctors of a string of six small towns - Portnoy, Clinton, Mildmay, Green River, Provis, and Magwitch - on a roughly south to north line that parallels this part of the west coast of the Kingdom. They showed up at roughly two-week intervals, which would have been more frequent had there been a budget for horses, but the Kingdom would only cover their pay and a small stipend for food and lodging costs. Harold had been given a set of papers with basic information on the towns, including where the hospitals were and how to get from one to the next, and had discovered that the post station for Portnoy was not in the town itself, but at the junction of the Highway to the road into town, and that a one-hour walk or a taxi cab was required to get there.
As it turned out, the people were down-to-earth, welcoming and friendly, unlike some places where he'd been where they'd been suspicious or even hostile toward strangers. The fact that he was a practicing veterinarian who could treat their horses and livestock made them even more receptive. As he left Provis on the road that led north and west to Magwitch early in the morning of the Autumnal Equinox, he felt the pleasant ache in his loins that was the result of the hot, needy pussy of Clara Brown receiving the last of his cum two hours earlier. She was a nurse at the local hospital with blonde hair down to her shoulders, intelligent blue eyes over a prominent nose and full, sensual lips, and the solid farmer body frame that was typical of the Westlands, but with curves in all the right places.
He had rolled into Provis early in the afternoon three and a half days ago in the back of a farmer's wagon. Long experience had taught him that when he was able to get a lift and get somewhere faster, it was because a local Deity wanted him there, and this had been no exception. He had arrived at the hospital in the midst of a crisis that had been caused by a hay ride for a class of 11 and 12-year-old kids going terribly wrong. It had been a wet start to the harvest season, and as the wagons had been going along a shallow ridge, the soil had suddenly slipped, overturning the wagons and injuring nearly all of the participants. He had Cleaned everyone so that injuries could be better assessed, Healed two broken legs, two broken arms, and numerous bad cuts. After a very necessary three-hour sleep, Clara had taken him to a nice restaurant where he'd eaten a very substantial meal that the other patrons had paid for when they found out what he'd done. He'd pointed out the hotel that was across the street, but she'd insisted that he stay with her. The'd both been too exhausted to do anything that night except flop in her bed and sleep.
He had awoken to a very pleasant sight, namely Clara's D-sized breasts with brown nipples and medium-sized areolas dangling in front of his eyes, swaying towards and away from him as she rode his cock. Her far-away stare and how hard she was squeezing his cock indicated that she was very close to coming, as was he. Unable to control himself, he had groaned softly as she had locked him in place, moaned loudly, and shaken as her orgasm had overwhelmed her and his cock delivered two hard squirts and a few small ones before it was spent.
"Good morning, lover," she had purred. "Your not-so-little man woke up before you did."
"Did my little man need any help?"
"Only a little bit of encouragement," she had replied with a slightly evil twinkle in her eyes as she continued to squeeze his deflating cock with her vaginal muscles, making him moan softly as various fluids trickled down to accumulate on his abdomen. "He was up and ready for action very soon after I started. I'm surprised, given how exhausted you were."
"Healers can regenerate a little faster than most," he had replied as she finally had dismounted. He had gotten a little revenge by Cleaning their genital regions, making her squeal with surprise. "But there is a cost, of course." His stomach had grumbled. "I also need to visit your privy." After breakfast and other necessary activities, she had given him directions to the veterinary clinic. He had spent the day and the next two puttering around to local farms on borrowed horses Healing sick and injured livestock as well as tending to the needs of the farmers. He also had checked in at the hospital at the end of the day to make sure there weren't any others who needed Healing, and fortunately there had never been anything too serious. Clara had always been waiting for him at the end of her shift and had escorted him back to her home, where she had insisted on getting her fill of glowing, sparking Mage cock before dinner.
The town was quickly left behind as he walked past a mailbox with the name Groom on it on his right, then the town's cemetery on his left a short distance later. He noticed that the road was unnaturally flat and smooth and that up ahead there appeared to be a horse-drawn wagon of some sort. He had adopted his usual pace that maximized speed while minimizing energy expenditure, and soon overtook the conveyance. It looked like a standard wagon, except that the rear wheels had been replaced by a metal cylinder three feet in diameter with a hole through it for the axle.
"Good morning, sir," Harold addressed the driver, who was a middle-aged man wearing faded clothes and a wide-brimmed hat. "You must be the local road maintenance crew." He continued forward to check out the brown and white draft horse that seemed to be a bit past her prime, but still able to pull a load like this.
"Indeed, I am, sir," he replied with a jovial voice. "It's a great morning to be out. The soil is in just the right state to be flattened. Please pardon me if I don't stop while we chat, as I've got a lot of roads to cover today." Harold nodded as he watched the horse's gait carefully for signs of irregularities.
"I understand. I'm Harold Moser, the new Healer from the Order of St. Thrimble. I'm also a veterinarian, so if you should ever be in need of some assistance with this sweet lady, I'll be around every six weeks for a few days." He had loaded his pockets with apples he'd found under a tree and offered one to the horse, who had clearly smelled them and was bumping his leg with her head.
"I'm Jeb Morley, and the sweet lady here is Gretchen. She seems to have taken a shine to you," he added as the horse happily munched the apple while the Mage scratched behind her ears.
"I've always been this way. It makes the job a lot easier. I have to get going. Next stop is Magwitch."
"It's a nice place. You'll like it there. They even have a Healer, name of Leila Parsons. She knows her business." Harold nodded his thanks and picked up his pace, soon leaving them behind. His information package had mentioned Leila, of course. She is 36, seven years younger than him, and had taken over the position from her grandmother Marcie Parsons, who was the first Healer that the town had been able lucky enough to attract, when she retired ten years ago. 'Both of these ladies are highly regarded by the citizens of Magwitch and the surrounding area,' Lakash Moto, his boss, had written. 'I have heard nothing but good things about them.' Since leaving Carcosa, Harold hadn't encountered any other Healers at all in his travels aside from Lakash, and was looking forward to meeting them, but doing that required that he get there. According to the map and the info package, Magwitch was only about a ten-hour walk from Provis, which wasn't much of a hardship for him, especially on a lovely day like this.
"I hope that they celebrate the Equinox in Magwitch," he said to himself as he marched along the road, enjoying the sight of tall asters with purple and gold flowers, other asters with white or purple-white flowers, and goldenrod bustling with busy insects. The gently rolling landscape was mostly farms growing corn, wheat, various root vegetables, and even hemp, some for smoking, some for rope or fabric. Occasional creeks and small streams were afforded space on either bank and shady trees and bushes grew along them, providing shelter for various critters and roots with which to reduce erosion. Every so often he would pass by a driveway leading to a farmhouse, each of which was a different size and style.
