The war didn’t last but a few months. The creatures of the northern lands aren’t strategists. They usually fight one another to gain control of tr...bes, not plan an all out war. So, order began to fall apart amongst the different tribes. They fought amongst themselves over who took what trophies of war. That was the beginning of their end. The ogre king himself was a rare creature amongst his kind. Wise, smart, cunning and brutal. He wanted to gather all his might against the humans. He wanted. I gave Becky ten dollars and told her to go ask the clerk for tokens.She had no idea what I was talking about. But she took the money to the clerk and got the tokens. While she was doing that I asked Bev, "Do you just want to watch?"When I told her to call her sister and invite her down here I promised that I wouldn't do anything to alter the changing dynamic of her relationship with her sister. But things changed last night, especially with the viewing of that movie. Bev now had very few. In the clearing stood a she-moose, her soft brown hide gleaming under the waning moon. Her ears twitched and swiveled, instinctively on guard for predators.Gina was amazed how aware she remained in moose form. The animal part of her dominated, but human thoughts persisted dreamily, like she was under sedation.Her moose nose, intricately sensitive to every scent in the wilderness, filled her senses with images and colors from the night breeze: the decay of the wetland, the freshness of the trees. "Oh, I think he likes that. Wanna try it, Deb?" she asked and handed the duster to her friend who took over.She began by running it over my nipples, then down my stomach and abdomen and out along the length of my cock and underneath, making my cock jump and twitch."Oooh, it's alive, look," she teased as she kept making my dick jump around. I just stood there, my cock enjoying the attention, as she played the feather duster over me, even wiping it under my balls."I really think I should get to.