Coye 6.10

Chapter 10 - Treatment Plan

Shayla escaped the hat and then locked the door with her magic. She flew up to the headboard and perched, looking down at the others from above. "Guess it's just us again. Mind explaining what that was all about, Byng?"

"That's a good question," Coye agreed, giving an embarrassed frown to the unrepentant gengaggi.

"What?" She crossed her arms and puffed out her lips, pouting. "Just because my race is cool with sharing doesn't mean I don't wanna stake my claim when new girls are sniffing around- literally, in Coco's case!"

Coye sighed, which Byng mistook as genuine annoyance on his part, and she started to apologize. "Okay, maybe I shouldn't have teased you so hard... but in my defense, you could've tried stopping me a little harder if you didn't like it!"

"You're fine," he managed a weak smile and shook his head. "It was embarrassing, but it's not like I'm not used to that... I'm just tired. That's all."

"And why wouldn't you be?" Shayla clicked her tongue, then fluttered from her perch to sit atop his head. "You can't even get a day's rest without people barging inside your home to steal your food, invite you on quests, and drop off magically improved weapons! Getting too popular for your own good there, big guy."

"Don't remind me..."

"What, are you worried about going to the Guild tomorrow? Chill, Suz was exaggerating!" Byng clasped Coye's shoulder and grinned reassuringly. "It's not gonna be that bad."

"I know, I know... doesn't mean it's not exhausting to think about." Another sigh prompted Shayla to change positions again, from his head down to his opposite shoulder, where she stood and leaned closer to his face.

"So don't think about it, then, dummy!" Her words were harsh, but her attitude was gentle. She punctuated her advice with a soothing kiss on his cheek. "Just lay down and get some rest for now. Okay, baby?"

"I don't know if I'm tired enough for that yet," Coye admitted. "Too many thoughts buzzing around up there, you know?"

"Huh. I guess there's a first time for everything." Shayla sarcastically cupped her chin, earning a sassy look from Coye and some laughter from Byng.

"Do you need some help winding down, short-stuff? Say the word, and if there's anything I can do for you, I'll do it!"

"I wonder where you could possibly be going with such a generous offer...?" Shayla mocked.

"I'm going wherever he wants me to go with it, gahaha!" Once again, Byng was entirely unashamed and had herself a good, hard laugh.

"Honestly, that wouldn't be the worst thing in the world right about now..." Coye mumbled, sounding somewhat embarrassed as he gently removed the blanket covering his body. Hidden beneath was a throbbing erection that showed no signs of having been soothed once before that morning. He'd been hiding it since Byng started messing with him, but it only got this out of control when Marlie and Coco took off.

"Well, hello there, sexy!" Byng cackled and licked her lips. "Is that for little old me?"

"It's because of you," he corrected with a sarcastic sigh.

"You shouldn't have!"

"Well, you're right about that," Shayla laughed. "Sex really isn't good for you right now, baby. Maybe if a certain someone wasn't constantly making jokes about riding the shit out of you, I'd be a little more trusting, but as it stands-"

"Hey, c'mon! I didn't actually mean it. I was just trying to get a rise out of him."

"Mission accomplished..." Coye awkwardly smiled as his cock twitched with perfect comedic timing.

"And then some!" Byng added excitedly. "Really, though. I was only fucking around. I can take things nice and slow if I have to..."

"I'd ask if you wanna take that risk, baby, but I'm sure I already know the answer..."

"Yeah," Coye nodded meekly. "I could use a little more attention, but, um..."

Sensing his hesitation, Byng leaned in and tried to look calm and supportive. Her amber eyes were ablaze with love and determination. "What's the matter? C'mon, you don't have to worry about a thing. Did you want something special, maybe? Is that it?"

"Well..." Coye became more embarrassed after Byng guessed the truth so easily. "Yeah, kind of. It would be nice to just relax for a while and, um... well, I've been having pretty aggressive sex lately, so... if you were gentle and loving with me right now, I would really like that. I don't know if I can get you off like this, but-"

"Me getting off isn't the point, silly," Byng laughed softly. "This is for you. I want to make sure you have fun and get a lot of rest afterward, so don't worry about me. I'm gonna enjoy myself whether I get off or not, gahaha!"

"Are you sure?" Coye bit his lip. He didn't like the idea of leaving Byng potentially unsatisfied, but he wanted the love dearly and couldn't deny it.

"You bet. Now lay back down and get ready for some fun, okay?"

Coye didn't need much convincing, so that was all it took. Reclining against his mattress, Coye exhaled in relief as Shayla flew up to his head and leaned over his scalp.

"I can't really help out since doing anything naughty with me would probably just make things worse, but if you want some tender love and affection, I can help you out in my own way..." Shayla spoke in a low, soothing voice. Her little hands went to his temples, her magical fingertips digging into his skin. Coye felt terrific right from the get-go, she noticed with pride. "Feel good?"

"Yeah..." was all he could say, his voice trailing into dreamier territories.

"Good. You deserve this, big guy. I'm proud of you."

"So am I," Byng echoed, getting up on her knees atop the bed so she could easily peel off her shorts. Coye got a quick look at her homemade, furry, wolf-skin panties and appreciated them for the split second they were there. She peeled them off right after her shorts, exposing her puffy mound, her shock of purplish black pubic hair, and her enticing slit to her lover.

When she noticed how hard he was gazing at her nakedness, Byng smiled wide and narrowed her eyes. Her pointer's fingertip trailed from the bottom of his shaft to its swollen head as she asked, "Something catch your eye, short-stuff?"

"You did," he admitted with a soft moan, Byng's teasing touch coupled with Shayla's massage proving a powerful combination.

Delighted that she had his attention, Byng felt even more playful than ever. She slipped off her furry vest and white tank top, now fully naked for Coye's enjoyment. Her desire grew hotter the longer his staring eyes ate up her cute, perky tits, thick thighs, and everything else she had to offer him.

"Hm," Byng thought out loud. "Is that so? Y'know, maybe if you're so worried about getting me off, I could make things easy on you?"

"What do you mean?" Coye asked. He had a pretty good idea and hoped his guess was correct. It was.

Byng sat on the bed and spread herself for him, her legs taking on an M-shape as she propped herself up with one hand behind her back. "I mean that I'm gonna get myself nice and ready for you, silly!" Byng's smile was wide but gentle. As her middle finger ran down past the slight swell of her tummy and past her wispy hair, she slowly split her lower lips and made a breathy noise for his enjoyment. "Oh, yeah... this is just what I needed..."

"Fuck," Coye whined. His immediate temptation was to reach out and start stroking himself, but he knew better than to try.

"Make sure you don't look away, baby. Byng is going through all the effort to put on a nice show for you, so you better appreciate her. You got that?" Shayla joined in, ensuring he was good for Byng.

Byng was enjoying herself more than anyone else. She relished feeling her lover's eyes on her naked body, biting her lip and lidding her eyes while her sensual fingertips worked their magic along the length of her increasingly wet slit. There, they danced and stroked up and down while lavishing attention on her pointed clit that swelled with desire.

Her body was heating up. Byng's breathing became heavier as she plunged a finger inside herself and then another, her perky breasts rising and falling in rhythm with her teasing thrusts. Moans started to fill the air as the cabin became steamier by the second. Byng wiggled her hips, rolling them against her fingers and forcing herself to make eye contact with Coye.

He was frozen at the sheer sexual display in front of him. No matter how broken and aching his body might've been, Coye craved Byng as hard as he always did. Maybe even more. His face was getting sloppy as he stared, his pointed ears twitching as the sounds coming from between Byng's thighs started getting juicier and juicier. Briefly taking his glance away from her sultry eyes, he looked straight at her pussy and marveled at how wet she'd made herself in such a short time.

Pleased with her progress and his adorable reaction, Byng pulled her fingers from her tight cunt and let Coye enjoy the slick strands that followed after the motion of her hand as she brought it to her face. There, she looked down at the sensual fluids of her lust. Giving Coye an impish grin, Byng stared into his desperate eyes as she licked up the juices from her fingers with her long and dripping tongue. She coiled it around them like a snake, then took both fingers into her mouth and sucked them clean.

"There we go," with her newly cleaned fingers, Byng reached down again and spread her vagina for Coye's enjoyment. It twitched and begged for more as he looked at it. "One snug, warm, and wet pussy ripe and ready.

"Oh, gods, Byng..." Coye experienced sexual chills all over his body. It was so rough having to sit there and watch her delightful display, knowing he couldn't force his body to get up and make the most of the situation, but that was why it was so effective.

"I think you did a number on him," Shayla smirked. "Don't get carried away, though. Keep it gentle, or you hurt him!"

"Don't tempt me with a good time..." Coye found it in him to joke, though his attention was still enraptured and his body desperate for love. His narrow hips wiggled around as the waiting became unbearable.

"Relax, both of you!" Byng rolled her eyes. "I already said I was just kidding about all that rough stuff. Just watch me!" To prove her point, Byng sat up and scooted closer to Coye where he was lying down on the bed. She lifted one leg and drew it over his hip, her body hovering inches above his demanding erection. She was far enough away that he couldn't feel her heat, but a few droplets of her sweet fluids drizzled on top of him and washed over his sensitive flesh.

Coye bit down a sensual moan, which only got more difficult as Byng reached down and grabbed his cock firmly. She gave it a squeeze, then placed it up against her entrance. His tip was bathed in radiant, wet warmth forcing his lips to part in arousal.

"See?" Byng cooed using a softer voice. "Nice and gentle, just... like... this... right?" she rubbed his length along the outside of her pussy, grinding it against her lips and coating it in further bliss.

"Oh, yeah... t-that's so nice, Byng..." Coye admitted. His attempt at holding back his pleasure was useless. Instead of fighting his moan, it escaped his throat like a sweet, sweet song.

"Thought so," pleased with herself, Byng slowly stroked him. It was pure heaven for the needy boy, but her deliberate pace was never enough to give him what he wanted.

Getting even more into it, Shayla leaned over Coye's forehead and kissed him there while rubbing his temples. "Relax, baby. You're doing good. Dorothy isn't the only one who deserves to rest, you know. You're the one who did all the hard work. Close your eyes and let your dedicated sex goblin care for you."

Byng rolled her eyes at the jab, but only because the pixie's gentle voice helped lull Coye into an even deeper state of relaxation. He let out a long, satisfied sigh melting back into the bed even as Byng rubbed their most intimate parts together. Not wanting to fall behind, Byng pushed forward and dropped her wide hips slowly and steadily down on Coye's throbbing cock.

It sank into her depths, causing the both of them to moan the moment the penetration began. Coye glided straight up into her, basking in the many ridges of her tight tunnel that scraped against him on the way to her womb. Byng was drawing things out, intent on engulfing every inch of him but as slowly as can be. It took him a while to bottom out at this pace, but by the time he reached that special part of her depths where Byng clenched down on his tip and sucked, he was already panting.

Now was her chance to spoil him even further, so she looked down at him with a restrained grin and spoke. "You're all the way in, short-stuff. Feel nice?"

"Of course it feels nice..." his voice wavered, echoing from ecstasy.

"Good. I'm glad. I've been waiting for a chance to do this since yesterday, you know..." Byng was whispering to him, her smile aloof as she let him rest within her and dragged the tip of her claw down his chest. "You were so amazing, Coye. So strong. So brave. Fuck, I just... you have no idea how turned on I was, seeing you like that..."

Coye's heart was racing, her loving words making her pussy squeeze, clench, and clamp him with every syllable. Like a fool, he asked, "Really...?"

"You know it," Byng teased. She rocked her hips back, her internal suction putting up significant resistance as she tried sliding him out of her. Her depths let go of him with a loud pop, but she did it so slowly that Coye felt like a pair of tight lips released him from inside Byng. "Nh... and... and you know you're the only man I get like that for, right? Only you, Coye... only you..."

The overflowing love she gifted him was profoundly effective. Despite his injuries, he slightly thrust back inside her and moaned even louder. "Byng...! I just... I don't even know what to say!! Ahh...!!"

"Then don't say anything, silly," Shayla advised, giving him another tingling kiss. Seeing him so happy almost made up for her jealousy of Byng's ability to ride Coye like it was no big deal. She then smiled at her friend and said, "You're doing a good job up there. Someone seems to be having a good time."

"I sure hope he is," Byng snickered while starting to repeat the process of lifting and sinking her hips repeatedly for Coye, each time as slow and sensual as her impatient self could make it. "After all, someone's feeling a little subby today, and they want to be taken care of- ngh- don't... they...?"

Moaning even louder, Coye had to fight the impulse to reach out and grab Byng's huge, expansive ass and start pumping it against his cock. "Yes...! It feels so good when you take care of me, Byng! Please, don't stop... oh... don't stop!" Again, her pussy made a loud popping sound as he was drawn from her depths and plunged straight back in completely at Byng's mercy. "Ah!!"

Shayla wanted to show her support, so she sat by his ear and took the tiniest nibble. Not enough to give him the unknown yet presumably dangerous effects of a proper pixie bite, but enough to send waves of jolting ecstasy down his spine.

"You've earned this, big guy..." she whispered while she was there. "You know I can't ever stop giving you shit, but you know that Byng wasn't the only one you impressed... right?"

"Shayla...?" Her honest admission caught him off guard, which when coupled with the relentless, slow-paced assault of Byng's hips and clenching pussy proved devastatingly effective. "Thank you, I- haaaaah...!! I love you both so much!"

"And we love you too, right, Shay?" Byng grinned, strategically dropping down on his cock all the way to her cervix and forcibly pushing against him. It yearned for him, practically covering him in kisses as her depths tightened a thousand times on and off.

"Yeah," Shayla blushed but gave his ear another kiss and a nibble. "I love you, Coye..." She mumbled. Why did saying it never get any easier? It wasn't fair, she couldn't belt those words out like Byng could, and it made her overcompensate by giving him a third little play bite that affected him the deepest of all.

"A-AH!" His spine tilted upwards, which although a little painful, made him shoot higher up inside Byng. Coye relished the feeling of her deepest wall as he hammered against it.

"Gah- fuck, fuck, fuck!!" Byng was so packed with him. So complete. Holding back as he thrust was more challenging, so she squeezed her breasts roughly to ground herself. Light claw marks appeared where she gripped, but it kept her from going crazy on him.

All of the love was getting to Coye. It was suffocating him, and Byng couldn't help noticing the fact cock shoved inside her twitched and howled in response to every word of affection they sent his way. Both girls knew they had something here. After briefly looking at each other, they wordlessly understood that they needed to double down to make him feel even more loved than he already did.

"Seems like you're getting close, you sexy, sexy man..." Byng grinned, her sharp teeth on full display as her half-closed eyes gazed down at him, covered by lustful fog. She placed her hands on his shoulders before dragging all ten fingers and claws down his torso, scraping down gently enough for it not to hurt but hard enough to leave the faintest marks. "I can feel you pulsing... beating like a drum... just aching to shoot one off in there and fill me up with your cute little babies, daddy..." her mischievous grin became even more so as she threw that one in there for him as a bonus.

"N-No?!" He denied it quickly, though his body told the truth by forcing his hips off the bed again. "That's not-"

"Don't even try to pretend you're not into that," Shayla purred in his ear, her smile decidedly catlike. "Just be quiet and let her take care of you, big guy... you're almost there, so just let it happen. You got that? Let it happen. Byng wants it, don't you? She wants all that hot cum you've got in those thick balls of yours..."

"Fuck yeah, I do... ah...!!" Byng was starting to feel it even more profoundly. She blushed heavily from Shayla's taunting, sinking down on his cock until her lips kissed his base and sucked at it for all the cum it could give. "I love you so fucking much, short-stuff. Don't hold back...! Gh- don't... hold... back...!!"

When compelled to such an outrageous extent, there was no way Coye could dream of doing so. He gasped, his balls tightening and receding into his sack as they surged with imminent need. "Byng...!" Was all Coye could say before a sweet moan of pleasure escaped his lungs. "Almost... there...!!"

"Good boy," Shayla teased. She was finding more amusement by the second as she observed how Coye's feminine body twitched and convulsed to celebrate its impending climax. "Now cum your little fucking brains out and have a nice rest. You got that?"

"Yes, Shayla...!!" He answered, obedience driving him to follow her advice. His tiredness threatened to overtake him almost as much as his urge to release. He needed both of these- the orgasm and the recuperation.

Tired of watching him hold out for so long, Byng played her final hand and went even harder. "Hurry up," she demanded. She reached down, finding her clit, which she then started strumming with the tip of her middle finger so fast that her wrist was a blur. It starkly contrasted to the slow, deliberate, and forceful motions of her hips swallowing his cock in long, slow strokes. "You'll feel so much better once you just let it out! Come the fuck on, already! You're so close, fuck- I'M so close, I'm- GAH!"

And to think he was worried about getting his precious gengaggi off. Byng surprised him by climaxing first, her fluids gushing out of her and onto his lap to create a lovely, warm, sticky mess for him. Along with that, her insides rapidly clasped his cock like never before. Squeezing, pulling, squeezing, and pulling- anything to get him deeper where he could explode with all the force he had.

He moaned louder than any moan thus far, his erection shivering from unbelievable pleasure as he emptied his balls inside his lover. Ecstasy lifted him off the sheets, ignoring the pain as the sensation overwhelmed him and stole his strength. He flooded Byng, pumping so much cum into her womb that it soon became overstuffed, and everything that couldn't fit streamed down the sides of her tight pussy. It went on and on with no sign of stopping. Typical, but adorable in its own right.

Byng was not the type of girl who ever left a job half done. She continued riding him throughout his monumental climax, intentionally squeezing her inner muscles as hard as she could to pry every last drop until his throbbing and shooting simmered down, and Coye melted into the bed. He was breathing heavily when they were done, and all he could see were stars. Soon, he couldn't even see that much. Coye passed out then and there, and neither Byng nor Shayla could resist appreciating the sight of their dreamily dozing lover.

"Short-stuff wasn't kidding. He really needed that, gahaha..." Byng commented as she sadly lifted her hips off his cock, already missing the feeling of being stuffed full with him. Even more of Coye's semen trailed out of her without his erection to plug her up.

"I'm not surprised," Shayla pushed aside a sweaty lock of hair stuck to his forehead, smiling as she doted on him. "The fight took a lot of both of us, and that's not even getting into whatever crazy medicine he's on."

Settling by Coye's side and sitting crosslegged, Byng turned her attention to the pixie and asked, "Yeah, about that. How are you holding up? Doing any better?"

Shayla considered that question while she perched back up on the headboard. "Mostly. Whatever he pulled off at the end left me sore, but it's not like that's anything new. That dummy is always doing something that leaves me aching in some way or another. Suffice to say, I'm used to it."

"You make it sound like you don't like it when he's rough with you, gahaha!"

"Afraid I don't have the faintest idea as to what you're talking about," Shayla rolled her eyes.

"Yeah, yeah. In any case, I'm glad you're doing okay, Shay. I'm just saying short-stuff isn't the only one I care about here, y'know?"

"Thanks," the pixie smiled, but it was an awkward one that wasn't befitting of her typical sassy demeanor. "I'm still getting used to the whole having friends thing, so..."

"Eh, don't worry about it. It's not like I wasn't a loner before hooking up with short-stuff, either." The two shared a brief look of mutual fondness before Byng brought the topic back to yesterday's events. "It must've been exhausting burning through all that mana of yours- especially with how much you had to keep healing him. I'm surprised you're not still knocked out!"

Shayla slumped her shoulders. "Not like anything I did even helped. That fight was mostly him."

"Hey, hey! Just because you're tiny doesn't mean you have to sell yourself short, gahaha! If you didn't have his back, Coye would've been down for the count even sooner. He needed you to keep him on his feet, or else he wouldn't have gotten to the point where he could do... whatever magic fuckery he did. Plus, he wouldn't have those new magic powers if it weren't for you in the first place! If you think about it," Byng grinned mischievously toward the dejected pixie. "You're the only reason he won, Shay."

Few pixies could resist such a skillful appeal to their ego, and Shayla wasn't among those who could. Byng's suggestions perked her up a good deal, getting the little lady to puff out her chest, smile and rest her hands on her hips with pride. "You know what? Yeah, I guess you're right about that. Coye's massive success is all thanks to me. I guess his persistence had a lot to do with it, but you and I know the truth."

"We sure do," Byng grinned. Wrapping the little winged woman around her finger was so easy that Byng needed to fight back the urge to laugh at Shayla's expense. After a while, thinking about Shayla's contributions made her feel salty about her own.

"I wish I could've helped somehow, though. Like I said, I enjoyed the show, but that doesn't mean I was happy sitting on the sidelines... and even though we already knew short-stuff was probably gonna get all magicked up sooner or later, it still sucks to fall behind. I'm still waiting for Kuhrkakk to give me my first godly mission, but that's no excuse. I've gotta start putting more work in so I can get even stronger!"

"I know the feeling," Shayla sighed and looked down at the sleeping boy. "I'm not thrilled about his sword getting a big power-up. I already struggle to keep up, but now I feel like I'm gonna have to try even harder."

"Hm," Byng scratched her chin and narrowed her eyes. "You know what I think?"

"Not the specifics, but I sense you're getting those crafty thoughts of yours," Shayla smirked. "Enlighten me, Byng."

"I think we should head outside and sneak some training in while short-stuff catches up on his rest," Byng patted him on his knee, then drew the blanket over his naked body. "He's probably gonna be out for a while, I bet, and I don't have it in me to just sit here and watch him sleep all day. Might as well get back on the grind, y'know? If you're not feeling too crappy yourself, that is."

"I think I could handle it," Shayla said, snapping her fingers and changing into comfy black shorts and a tight, blue sports bra with silver swirls worked into the trim. "It's not like I couldn't use some practice at fighting when I'm not at my best, anyway. There is no way I could've done what Coye did yesterday, fighting on and on even though his body was broken... that's just another thing I've got to catch up on, and if I can drag you along for the ride, all the better."

"Awesome!" Byng scooped up her clothes after Shayla magicked away the mess they made in and out of Byng's body, then hopped over Coye to land on the floor. She got dressed, swung her quiver over her shoulder, grabbed her bow, and headed outside with the pixie leaving Coye none the wiser.

Once outside, they put together an efficient training plan that wouldn't exhaust Shayla but wouldn't go easy on her, either. It wasn't as elaborate as it could've been, but it was still surprisingly effective. Byng had to shoot at Shayla using training arrows with rounded tips. At the same time, the tiny, speeding target practiced her flying and agility. Whenever she saw a chance, Shayla would practice her mana control by stopping some of these arrows in mid flight and zip-zooming them right back at their sender.

The pressure was constant, and breaks were few and far between. Shayla and Byng danced around each other, performing a back-and-forth volley and engaging in mind games. Was Byng about to shoot? Was it going to be a normal one, one of her weird curving shots, or a ricochet shot? Would Shayla stop this arrow and send it back, or dodge it and pick up one of the arrows she'd previously ignored to catch Byng off guard?

It went great, especially for Shayla- who devised a new trick for her arsenal somewhere along the way. Both of them were sweaty and exhausted when they were done, but in the best way imaginable. Shayla felt marginally less useless, and Byng felt confident that she would catch up to Coye sooner rather than later. She couldn't wait for some deity to assign her a mission and give her magic powers and artifacts- her intuition told her that it would be a while until her first one, anyway, so she had to take the initiative to improve on her own.

The two felt closer by the end of their training, all while Coye remained none the wiser, merely sleeping and dreaming in peaceful ignorance.