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Munie wakes up in her little toy bed and rolls out from her little toy sheets to stand on the floor of the little toy castle. Not allowed to wear anything, the naked little minikobold glances out to the bedroom beyond, only to see another maid working on her mistress's bed. The multiple arms sticking out of that cute dress could only be one person. Munie squeaks out "Collith!" but the maid does not respond, keeping his back to her and now dusting off one of the erotic statues that line the room.

The loud scraping of chair against stone makes her wince, but she looks behind her, only to gasp when she sees a familiar woman standing before her- the girl her mistress had turned into a mouse and fed to her former companion. While she had been dressed in bright colors and tassels of a dancer, this one dresses in a sheer nightgown with one strap dangling over her shoulder, barely containing her breasts.

The woman sits down, but on her face is a familiar smirk.

"M... mistress!?" Munie says, bowing for her, the kobold's whole body shuddering.

"Good morning, Munie. It's time to play again."

"W... what will it be, this time, mistress? The sea monster attack again? Perhaps you want me to serve the toy mistress in cleaning this toy castle?"

"None of those, today," she says, swiping the kobold from her little kobold room, warm skin squeezing Munie just tight enough to have a firm grip. The kobold shifts a bit to retain her comfort, but knows her mistress could crush her at any moment, should she displease her.

With a wave of her other hand, the mistress's toy castle disappears, leaving in its place a model landscape. Estrasa rolls Munie onto it and she says, "We're going to be doing a little role-play today. You are a child, alone in the forest, and this..." she begins as she points to a model tree. It cracks and shifts, soon taking on the form of a shapely woman. "...is the spirit of the forest."

The tree woman opens up her hand, holding out to Munie a delicious-looking fruit.

Munie looks to the fruit, and then to the tree woman, tentatively reaching out for it. After all, when a forest spirit offers you something, you don't reject it.

A black-scaled hand grabs Munie's wrist, and the mistress's kobold form stands behind her, holding her back. "What are you doing?" she hisses in her ear. "Haven't you heard that you shouldn't accept gifts from the treefolk?"

"T... that's not how the stories go!" Munie says, but she doesn't fight against her mistress.

"What are you going to listen to? Some shoulder devil whispering into your ear, or what you've always known?"

"You're my mistress!" Munie says.

"Then, accept the consequences of that," she says, pushing the kobold a few steps forward, having her bump into the tree, which makes the fruit tumble to the ground.

Instantly, the treat rots away into a sweet, pungent pool of rot.

"You actually trusted her," Estrasa says, now sitting again at the chair, full-sized and in her cloaked and concealed form. "How predictable."

"B... but that was you, wasn't it, mistress?" Munie asks, looking to the dying fruit and then to the tree, which had become inanimate once more. "I don't understand."

"Enough of this," Estrasa says, reaching a pale finger out, pressing it against munie's chest and pushing her down against the ground. "I grow bored of roleplay. I want to see you squirm."

Munie has quick breaths as she is pressed to the ground, not hard enough to crush her, but she's stuck. The finger slides down upon her underbelly, then finds its way between her legs. The kobold squeaks and squirms as the finger curls, playing with her entrance while being far too big to fit inside her.

With huffing breaths, she tries to speak up to her. "M... Mistress... I don't understand?"

"It's not your place to understand," she says, flicking her finger away and lifting it up, scrutinizing the moisture she accrued from Munie's sex. She slides out a long, prehensile tongue and licks at the moisture as she thinks about it. "No fear..." she says, reaching up and pulling down her hood, the drow-like face leaning in closer to the table, breathing hot air over the maid. "Why is that?"

"Fear...? Mistress, you... you gave me purpose as your maid!" she says, her voice so high-pitched, her impassioned plea coming out almost like a parody. "I trust you, I obey you, and you make me happy. You even keep me from seeing things that you know I would hate to see"

"And yet you betrayed me by going to see that other pet of mine without my permission. He could have done things to you, my toy..." she says, placing her hand on the platform. She takes her other finger and pushes Munie by the head, leading her on like an insect. She lifts her up, until Munie can stare straight on into those crimson eyes. "If you truly love me, as you claim, Munie, then why do you feel the need to go behind my back? You want him to fill your desires? Then you need naught but ask..." she tilts her palm, letting Munie tumble back. The kobold fights to hold on, clawing at the flesh on her fingers, but the Queen catches her between two fingers, letting her legs and tail dangle down on one side and her upper body poking out the other side. She holds the hand up, and presses a free finger up against Munie's slit once more, watching the maid's eyes as she pushes and strokes, but doesn't enter.

Munie whines from that teasing, until eventually, her legs wrap around the finger, trying not to escape, but to let the mistress continue, her mouth quivering open as she is stimulated by that giant touch.

"Out of all of my pets, little Munie..." The queen whispers. "You were the one who disobeyed, and that..." she says, leaning in, practically enveloping the kobold with her lips a moment, before pulling back, "is why I love you."