Fantasies began to tickle Millie’s mind as she flitted through the woods, up the stream, headed for the one grassy clearing nearby large enough to be called a field. Those big, round breasts exposed, heaving with every heated breath she took. Getting a grip on her hips as thighs spread, inviting her in, to penetrate her, to be one with her.

The frustrating rubbing against the tip of her dick intensified, and she briefly scolded herself. She was always so prepared. Why not now? Proper planning would have to be saved for later, however. The feeling and the questions it raised were but minor distractions. She wouldn’t be turned from her goal.

Those big, brown eyes that still desired her. She envisioned Sophie’s lips moving, and the invitation she gave. How had it only now become the most enticing thing in the world?

As Millie reached the last tree, she paused, leaning against it. The milkmaid sat in the grass, playing with Hedgie the goat’s fur. As the witch’s eyes took her in, every detail seemed more pleasant, more special than it had before. Sophie was so sweet, and delightful. It seemed as if the light of the sun radiated from her. Millie’s heart pounded. Was this what it was like to be in love?

A troubling thought crossed her mind. What would Daisy think? She dismissed it with a chuckle. Daisy knew Sophie’s heart better than anyone. She’d want to join in, the witch mused.

Millie strode out into the field. It struck her how lonely the other woman seemed. Sad? Disappointed, perhaps. She imagined her delight, then: She was about to make her dreams come true.

Sophie must have heard her, because her face snapped around, then lit with a smile tinged with perplexment. “Millie! Finished with your appointment so soon?”

The question gave Millie pause. Was she forgetting about something important? Still, she’d reached the other woman, and dropped to the grass by her side, dropping an arm around her shoulders as she did. Those already big eyes went wide. She was so cute when she was surprised! This was so much fun! “What appointment could be more important than being here, with you?”

Sophie’s face quickly reddened. “Millie! Wha- Are you feeling all right?” Despite her coloration, her face screwed with confusion, and was that a hint of… worry?

The thought that she might have scared Sophie stung like a needle of ice in her heart, but she waited for a clearer sign. “All right?” A grin would be reassuring, wouldn’t it? “I’m the best I’ve ever been. Even better: I’m about to make your dreams come true.”

As Sophie’s eyes searched Millie’s face, uncomfortable doubt began to build in the latter’s mind. What is she looking for? Am I doing this wrong? Could I have misread her? Then, the search ended with an alluring smile, and the weight lifted off her chest.

“Finally,” Sophie chuckled, and rose to her feet, turning toward the stream to saunter away from her. She cast a glance back over her shoulder. “Why don’t you join me for a swim?” At that, she raised her arms over her head, grabbed the back of her dress, and lifted.

Sophie’s dress hid her shape rather well. Millie had seen her naked before, but it had been a while. Now, the witch’s heart threatened to burst from her chest, and her groin to betray her in other ways.

Hurriedly, Millie rose to her feet and rushed after her, fumbling to rip off her own dress. Sophie’s underwear landed in the grass, and she stepped out of it. With one more flirtatious glance, she took a moment to prepare herself, then sprung off the bank and landed with a small splash..

Sparing not a thought for the other woman’s hesitation, Millie leapt from the bank herself, into the chest-deep water.

The shock of the water was almost painful, and Millie surfaced with a strained gasp. COLD! It’s COLD! Of course it’s cold, it’s a spring morning!

Why would Sophie… No sooner had the question started to form in her mind than an answer struck her just as hard as the water had. Sophie wasn’t flirting with her, she had tricked her into taking a cold bath! A cold bath to cool her lust! And clearly I needed it, or I never would have fallen for it! Her mind rushed back over everything she’d just done with rising embarrassment.

As she bowed her head in shame and looked to Sophie to apologize, however, she was met only with a look of concern.

“Millie?”

“Oh, Sophie, I’m sorry! I wasn’t thinking clearly. That was completely inappropriate! I- uh- the magic I-” As she fumbled to explain her behavior, she found nothing. She didn’t understand it herself.

“It’s okay!” Gentle hands laid on her shoulders. “Millie, it’s okay. If you’re all right, that’s all that matters.”

The witch’s shame deepened, coupled with deep appreciation. Her friend had dunked herself in cold water for her, and even now, she was just worried about her!

The water pushed them, and as Sophie walked backward, Millie followed. She swallowed deeply, and nodded, shame starting to fade in the face of steady reassurance. “Thank you. I think so, but… I didn’t realize anything was wrong before, either.” She glanced past her, down the stream, honing in on the first roots they could use to climb out. But when we do, she’ll see… No. She deserves an explanation, and I might still need her judgement. The need to rely on someone else’s judgement of her own thoughts and feelings brought a new wave of embarrassment.

Another horrible thought came to mind, and her hands snapped to her crotch. Her dick was numb, and withdrawn smaller than she’d known it could go. Her heart skipped a beat, then she sighed with relief as her thumb found the ring. The stream hadn’t taken it.

“Millie?” Relievingly, her voice was only inquisitive, if a bit forcefully so.

Despite having already resolved to talk to Sophie about it, she was thankful her face couldn’t heat right now. “Yes?” she replied sheepishly.

“Do you have a thing?”

“Yes.”

Sophie’s eyes searched hers for a few seconds, glanced down, then back again. Then, she laughed. “Pffff. Ah, Millie. You really are something special.” A thoughtful frown crossed her face. “Did you steal it from Nat? I’d think he’d part with his right arm before his thing.”

“No! Well, not exactly, but no.”

Sophie just continued to watch her, letting the question hang in the air.

Millie caught the root, and making sure the ring was still secure behind her balls, climbed out of the water. It was chillier, but at least the sun was warm. With nothing to dry themselves, it was their best option. Shivering, she trudged back toward where they’d left their dresses as Sophie climbed out behind her. Hedgie still munched away in happy goat ignorance not far from where they’d left her.

“I made a magic ring,” Millie explained. “Yes, it took off Nat’s dick. I wanted to see what he’d be like if for just an hour, he could think of something other than sticking it in me. Well, it turns out he can’t and I know!” She threw up her arms in frustration, then curled them tight around herself for warmth. The water couldn’t dry soon enough. “It’s impossible! The center of thought is the brain! ‘Men think with their dicks’ is just an expression!

“But somehow, even though the magic shouldn’t have done anything to his brain…” Millie knelt in the grass beside her dress, gazing down at herself. It was strange that only now did this look strange, to her. She lowered herself to her side, then sprawled out on her back, exposing herself fully to the sun and Sophie. “...somehow, this. Is. Nat.”

Sophie, standing over her, eyed the out-of-place manhood. At the assertion that it was Nat, she looked away with a blush, but sat down, gazing away thoughtfully. “Where’s the rest of him?”

“Back in my hut. Alive, but completely mindless. I know, I checked. The first time caught me off guard, so I put him back together. He clearly didn’t understand, himself, he just knew he liked being a... “ Millie searched for the right words. “...disembodied dick, in my hands. He wanted it, I needed to figure it out, so… we did it again.”

A giggle escaped Sophie’s lips. “And then you experimented.”

“And then I experimented,” Millie laughed, mostly in relieved tension.

Sophie lay down, seeming to relax at last. “And what did you learn?” she teased.

Millie blinked. “That’s… a very good question. I was acting like…”

“A pig? A skirt-chaser?”

Millie turned an apologetic grimace toward her friend, but there was no accusation in the other’s tone, or eyes. Nothing but friendly teasing.

“Was I…” Millie squinted as she scraped for an explanation. “Was I acting like Nat?”

“Sort of? Not exactly. For one thing he hasn’t tried to get into my bed since he started getting in yours. Why? Is he…?”

A deeply uncomfortable thought sank in the pit of Millie’s stomach. “I think when I attached him to me, I let him into my brain.” Her hand went to her groin, suddenly wanting him off now. As alarming as the thought of Nat of all people being in her brain was, an opposing fear held her back, though she couldn’t immediately identify it.

Sophie propped herself up on an elbow, looking quizzically between Millie’s eyes and her dick. “Are you gonna take him off, or just play with him?”

“I don’t know what’s best for Nat. I don’t hear him, or anything. I never did. I… think I’m entirely myself, now?” Sophie nodded her agreement before Millie continued. “I’m worried what will happen if I take him off right now. He’ll be cold, not… ‘enjoying himself’, helpless, and possibly frightened, and his body is a mile away.”

The milkmaid nodded slowly, reading the witch’s face. Then, she surprised Millie again by smiling tenderly, leaning in, and kissing her cheek.

“Wha?” was all Millie could manage.

Sophie laid back down in the grass. “You’re sharing your body, and maybe your mind, because you’re worried about your friend. That’s about the sweetest thing I’ve ever heard.”

Was it? Millie wondered. It’d be cruel, otherwise. But was it? Sophie’s smile made it hard not to believe.

“Sssssooo… about what you said before.”

Millie felt flush. Back to that. “Yes?” she said helplessly.

“It still sounded a lot like you. If you were a skirt-chaser.” Her tone sounded light again. Teasing?

Millie suddenly became strongly aware of just how close the other woman was laying.

“Now that I’m confident I’m talking to Millie, does Millie still want to… ‘experiment’?”

Though the cold had lost much of its hold on her, the witch shivered. Did she? She thought back on the way she’d felt approaching Sophie earlier.

“Sophie, you are… the sweetest, kindest, and most understanding person I know. I don’t know if I deserve the trouble and patience you’ve given me, and I am grateful. Honored, even.”

Sophie slipped her arms around the witch and slid up by her side. “Ohhhh, Millie!”

Millie moved her hand from around her dick, feeling it inappropriate, given the mood, but couldn’t feel a way to get it around Sophie, so she just laid it on her stomach. “You’re also very pretty, and I saw that in a new way this morning. I wanted… I wanted to have you, to be with you, so badly, and now that I’m thinking clearly, if I’m still thinking clearly…” still not completely sure of herself, she forced herself to look into her eyes. “I still want to have that experience, with you.”

Embarrassment tore her eyes away, to stare up into the sky. Her cheeks were on fire. “If, you’ll have me.”

Sophie giggled, then drew in even closer to purr softly in her ear, “Whenever you’re ready.”

Millie almost dared not ask the next question, but saw no other course. Something had already reawakened, and was standing straight, with the accompanying tingle of excitement rising deep inside her. “Will you have me… like this?”

“Close your eyes, take a breath, and look deep into your heart.” Sophie paused to watch Millie do as she instructed. “Can you promise me that you are Millicent Reed, and this is what you want?”

Her touch was so soft and gentle, and her voice matched. Her breath so warm, and sensual against her cheek, her breasts so luscious. Why did you have to make this so hard? It would be so easy to just say the words, and get what she was longing for. Her embrace was so loving, her heart so kind and sweet. It would hurt so much to break it.

The witch’s heart pounded.

Something deep inside her begged for release.

Something deeper said no.

“Let’s get back to the hut. I- I need to understand this better.”

Lips pressed firmly into her cheek. “That’s Millie, if ever I heard her.”