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Perhaps the most important lesson that I have learned in all of my journeys is to appreciate the friendships that you make along the way. There are many I have come to know as lovers, yet even our most intimate relationships paled in comparison to the ones I have made with those I consider friends. And while many of the friendships I have come to cherish over my long life have ended one way or another, I shall never forget them, for they are the most true of any relationships I have had.

-The Author

Tik Tik lay in the cart. The kobold aches from the burns sustained from a rogue fire elemental she tried to tame, yet the quick work of her new companions made sure that she survived. Around her sits Gimmegee, the studious gnome, Kera, the pious, yet short-tempered feline, and Cynwrig, heroic bug man. Tik Tik herself is bandaged from head to toe, snugly fitting in her new situation, but annoyed at her lack of movement.

“Something's bothering you, Kera," Cynwrig says, buzzing as the cart bumps along the road. “You've been getting more and more agitated the closer we get to this convent. Why is that?"

“Wouldn't you not be upset by a place you're not welcome to anymore?"

“But, why aren't you welcome there? It's a place of healing and respect, isn't it? I thought everyone was welcome to rest at such places."

“Respect, maybe, for the people who don't betray their covenant."

“What," Gimmegee begins, “In all that is holy, are you even on about? I figured you'd be a little different, now that the Lily Nymph's control over you has faltered, but you're not even a recognizable person. So angry, so modest. All of it is just, it's not the Kera I knew when we were among the Flowers."

“It's what I'm supposed to be," Kera says, gripping onto the tattered and muddy habit, her whiskers jittering as she grits her teeth. “I'm supposed to be a good and devoted wife to Klaudus."

“The deity of feline kind? Oh, I see, yeah, you're of that order. Those crazy pusses who think they're part of his harem or something."

“It is not a harem!" Kera hisses. There is a moment of silence before she sits back, closing her eyes. “I'm… I'm sorry. It's just that all that I've been raised to know leads me down a road of excommunication. If I don't have my divine husband, I have nothing else."

“There are plenty of gods in the heavens," Gimmegee says. “And plenty of creeds that don't even deal with the divine themselves. If you really want to be someone's slave so badly, why don't you just go crawling back to the Nymph?"

“I will never be someone's slave! I made a choice upon reaching my first rite of adulthood, when my body became able to be a mother."

“You mean," Cynwrig says, “When you were just a kid with her first period?"

“How crass," Gimmegee says. “But yes, you catfolk become breeders pretty early in life, don't you? Your body may have been mature, but what about your mind?"

“What do you know of how my kind behaves," Kera huffs.

“I've heard tales of feline perversity that made your Flower days seem like the norm of your kind. Guess you and your ilk are a bunch of prudes. Who knew?"

She shrugs. “Perhaps what you need," Gimmegee continues, “is to tell us lowly heathens exactly what your problem is."

“That," Kera says, “That would be a long story."

“We're on a long ride," Gimmegee says. “And, who knows." She flips a page and winks at Tik Tik, “maybe it will make for good material for Tik TIk's book?"

Tik Tik, having listened this entire time feels a flutter as she looks over towards the gnome.

Kera coughs and sits up straight, her tail curling around to her lap, where she gently strokes it. “My story," she says, “is a private affair. I would thank you not to pry into matters that do not concern you."

Cynwrig pipes up. “But, we've battled together. We've survived trials together! I'll tell you my past, if that makes it easier to tell yours. I have nothing to be afraid of, though it may be a stain upon my honor.

Gimmegee turns to yet another page and scribbles something down. “Well, as long as we're airing out some dirty laundry, I got some of my own that might be interesting. "

Unlike Tik Tik, my education in the science of magic came from the prestigious Delarious Academy. The library there was so massive, that it became the home of a sort of communue for many of the students learning there. We studied in those halls, we ate under the shelves, and we even slept in the dark corners when the midnight oil was not enough for our endless quest for knowledge.

But, despite being a prodigious student in magic, I am also a woman, and like any other woman, I have my own needs. Knowing I couldn't very well decide to go out of the library and risk losing precious time hitting the dating scene, I decided that I would relieve my concerns among the precious books that I so loved. So, I found myself a particularly thrilling encyclopedia of human anatomy and turned my attention to the description of the male. The way those words sung to me, detailing about how the blood rushed to the member, how their heads flare up to the perfect shape for most wombs they kiss, it was enough to get me heated rather quickly. I imagined myself taking in one of those strong human dicks, how they could spread apart a little gnome like myself, and I lifted the hems of my dress and laid back in my seat, brushing two fingers up between the legs of my stylish undergarments.

Oh, how I so brazenly exposed my legs that day, but really. No one would ever go there. Who, in the largest collection of magical knowledge in the world, would ever think to check on a collection of books about mundane biology? So, I was quite confident that I would not be disturbed. So bold was I that I unbuttoned my dress, imagining a strong human man reaching inside, fondling at my breast.