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Karla and Ciera had wandered for some time already, the twisting passageway was seemingly without end. They had already come to the conclusion that the trap had deliberately meant to separate them, a large stone ramp having shot out from the wall as they were falling to funnel them down a separate path, so they assumed they would find Vivian and Chester at the end of the path. Hopefully.

The path seemed like it was nearly falling apart, cracked stone bricks revealing moss and dirt underneath. Ciera seemed increasingly nervous, but Karla's mind was focused on the danger their situation presented. There was, so far, only a single path to walk. They couldn't control where they were headed, and they couldn't head backwards, as that was just a dead end...so they were basically sitting ducks for whatever was at the end of this path. It had gone on seemingly_forever_ so far, without any change whatsoever. Karla was beginning to worry that they were missing some puzzle, or illusion, and were somehow just walking in circles.

"Karla, we should take a break for a bit..." Ciera said, her voice almost a whisper even though there was no one around. Clearly she was nervous about their situation.

"Why, are you tired? It's only been a bit of walking, everything alright?" Karla asked, glancing over her with a bit of concern.

"N-no, it's just...well...I know I've been mostly getting milked once in the morning, and once in the afternoon, but...I think I should be doing it more often..."

Karla tried not to show how much her thoughts were thrown into a warm pink haze at the thought, having a bit of time with Ciera all to herself, milking her large breasts, touching and groping her tits, feeling the-

"Um, Karla? Sorry, I forget sometimes how that kind of thing...gets to you. Um...does it help to let yourself enjoy it a bit? Or does that only make things worse..."

Karla took a deep breath, closing her eyes so she could focus, before saying "Honestly...resisting it seems to make to make it harder to stay focused, but giving in to it makes me act like a creep, so...it puts me in a tough spot."

Ciera nodded, blushing for a moment as she seemed to consider something. "Well...you don't need to hold back with me. I, um...I don't mind very much. Plus, when you're milking me, it's actually...kind of nice. To see that look on your face, the way you seem to enjoy it so much...it makes me feel a little less weird for enjoying the experience as much as I do..."

Karla swallowed hard, opening her eyes a little as she heard some movement from Ciera's direction. Ciera had just removed her top, baring her breasts to Karla, deliberately pushing them forward slightly. Karla's brain practically turned off at that point, her eyes fixated on the only thing in the world that mattered.

"There's just one thing, Karla...embarrassing as it is to say. Um...that trigger that Chester used on me, when she wasn't herself...it doesn't just make me obey commands and things. It...it feels _really_good. Feels so relaxing, like I don't have to think, I can just feel everything, do as I'm told, and be a, um...it's really strong. I can't stop thinking about it, to be honest. Could you...could you use the trigger on me when you milk me?" Ciera said, face turning a deep shade of red, although it was impossible to tell if it was shame or arousal.

Karla tried to put her thoughts into enough order that she could speak again, Ciera's words sitting gently inside her brain as she stared at her breasts, unthinkingly. Eventually, she said "Uh, sure, I could do that...are you sure that's a good idea? I...I think I remember what it was Chester said, it was kind of hard to forget..."

"Yes, thank you! It's a fantastic idea, just...you have to tell me when to um, when to wake up okay?"

Karla nodded, smiling. "Of course. Well, we should get started then...hopefully Vivian and Chester are somewhere safe. Now, be a_good cow_, and get in to position for me to milk you."

The effect those words had on Ciera was immediately visible, her eyelids drooping slightly, her whole body seeming to relax as she got into position, gently and somewhat slowly. She mooed slightly at the first touch of Karla's hands on her breasts, and Karla was almost guilty about how good it felt to do this again. She pulled out a bucket, chuckling to herself a bit at how important of an item buckets had become in the last few days, and set it underneath Ciera. She didn't enjoy this kind of milking quite as much as she thought Ciera did, she was really coming to prefer drinking it down herself, it felt more personal...but she could tell that something in Ciera's brain really, really liked being milked like this.

"Good cow. Now, relax and enjoy it!" Karla said, a little unsure what to do with the 'trigger,' other than repeat it every so often like Chester had. She then got to work, melting into the joy of being in such close contact with Ciera's wonderful, milk-filled tits. The experience was divine, almost worshipful, and Ciera seemed to enjoy it as much as she did. There were brief gasps, drawn out moans, panting breaths...and all of them mixed with the occasional 'moo.'

Eventually, Ciera was almost finished being milked...but Karla had made sure she stopped just short of being all the way done.

"Now, Ciera...good cow...come sit in front of me. I'm going to get a little taste of your milk!" Karla said, eyes practically sparkling in excitement. Perhaps it was her new, more cat-like shape, or outlook on life...but she was beginning to really love the taste, the smell, the experience of milk...maybe it was some wires crossed in her brain from the obsession Percival had stuck her with.

Either way, she was incredibly happy to be able to suckle at Ciera's breasts, and listen to her unrestrained enjoyment. There wasn't a great deal of milk left, but that was fine, Karla just wanted the taste, just little bit to remember the moment by. She gently licked at Ciera's nipples, suckled at them, practically nuzzling into them...

And Ciera responded with pleasure gasps, leaning into every touch. She didn't say a word, only mooing, succumbing to the pleasure.

Even once the milk ran out, Karla figured she could keep going, enjoying this contact with Ciera. They weren't in any rush, she could _savor_this moment, her tongue moving in slow circles, eyes half closed as she relaxed, pulling Ciera closer...

It took quite some time for her to realize that eventually, this would have to stop. She pulled her mouth away, a small strand of saliva still connecting her mouth to Ciera's nipple, looking around in a daze before blinking slightly. How...how long had she been doing that?

"Ciera...wake up. Oh, um...be a _good cow_and wake up, okay?"

Ciera shook her head slightly, the dopey smile on her face fading only a little as she looked around, collecting her senses.

"Thank you, Karla, let me get dressed. You look like you won't be able to think at all until I do, haha! It did feel nice, I feel so...satisfied. Thank you."

"You're um...you're welcome. I enjoyed that too. I did...lose track of time a bit. We may want to hurry."

"How much time? Wait, you wouldn't know I guess, no sun down here to have any idea...couldn't have been too long. Here, I'll get dressed, we'll walk a bit faster for a while."

With that, Karla and Ciera shook of the cobwebs from their foggy minds, preparing to continue traveling again in relative silence. Both of them were far more satisfied than before, but...they also both really felt like they wanted to do that all over again. Perhaps it was a bit dangerous giving in _too_much...

After they began to walk again, the winding underground path continued for some time, before slowly beginning to become slightly less...worn. The bricks became less cracked, less spots in the brickwork showed the dirt and earth beneath, and there was a gradual increase in light, with the dim crystals serving as a light source down here becoming more and more vibrant.

Eventually, they happened upon a small chamber, and Karla immediately pulled out her weapon and was on guard. She expected an ambush, knowing the traps this Tournament likes to set, and a sudden change from _hours_of winding, twisting passages into a room meant that this was almost certainly something dangerous.

The chamber itself was fairly large, light shining in through broken cracks in the ceiling, looking almost like...moonlight? Had it been that long? But now, they were too deep for that, the path they had followed had been trending _downward_slightly, if anything...it must be some artificial light source. There was the sound of rushing water as well, a hole in back left corner of the room carved into the shape of a stylized mouth, gushing water like a waterfall into a small pool.

Those details didn't matter much compared to what sat just off to the left of the center of the room, a long stone table with a large number of ornate objects, some glowing with a dim, mystic light. Had they finally found some artifacts?

"Ciera, look at that! Are those magic?"

"Yes, Karla! They seem quite powerful, too, we should-"

Suddenly, someone stood up from behind the table, holding an object in their hands they were carefully polishing. It was a lizardman, with oddly opalescent scales, his eyes glowing yellow in the darkness. He smiled, and then said "Welcome, welcome! This is my shop, the one and only shop in all the Tournament! I have _many_locations, this one is...well, frankly it's a bit damp for my tastes. But, I go where I am needed, where my customers summon me to do business! May I have your names, lovely ladies?"

Karla narrowed her eyes, but the lizardman seemed to not be a threat. No weapons, at least. "My name is Karla."

"I'm Ciera, and um...what's your name?"

"Ahaha, well, don't judge a book by it's cover, but...my name is missing_you might say. Stolen, really. _Replaced. Funny prank, bit of a joke, a rival upset about their lost business...My name is Shady. Not my birth name, but...you know how it is. The Tournament has a way of making life difficult!"

"Are you...a contender?" Karla asked, a little uncertain of the terminology.

"No, no! I was once, but I'm not allowed to speak as to my experience. Only to say that now I serve as the Tournament's only shop, and only shopkeeper. Shopkeeper is actually my last name, as a matter of fact!"

Karla raised an eyebrow. "Shady...oh no. Nope, Ciera, let's go. This cannot end well."

Ciera sighed, saying "Yeah, it was too good to be true, we should go."

"No, no, wait! It's just a name, lovely ladies! Just a name! You wouldn't judge a lizard just by it's scales, would you? Please, at least listen to what I offer! I won't stop you if you choose to leave, you're free to turn down any offer I make, but please at least listen!"

Karla glanced at the lizardman, who was pleading almost theatrically with them. He was hard to read, was it just her imagination that he was_always_ smirking, or was he just that arrogant and sleazy?

"Fine!" she said eventually, regretting the decision the moment she said it. "We'll listen to your deal, but you don't so much as say a _word_if we choose to walk away and leave."

"Of course, of course! Here, I will ease your minds, and explain the rules of this shop to you! I have many useful things to offer, but each comes at an unusual price. Some you_purchase_, some you_rent_. If you purchase, you must pay with a consequence, but you get to know what it is beforehand! That consequence cannot_be removed via normal means in the Tournament, only by winning and having it removed. If you're _renting, it's the same deal, but you only suffer the consequences as long as you possess the artifact! You can choose to get rid of it at any time, although...well, if it gets destroyed, the consequence goes away, but a new one will be imposed upon you as the price for destroying the rented item. Again, all above board! You will know each detail in advance, and can make your choice with full awareness of what you are_buying_, and what you are paying!"

"Why are some items rented and some purchased?" Karla asked.

"Well, anything you _purchase_you get to keep even if you lose the Tournament. Rented items are usually stronger, however, which is why I'm not allowed to sell them! Keeps them available for future Tournaments. Now, I have many useful things, but I pride myself on my ability to pick out the perfect choices for my customers...would you like to hear my suggestions?" Shady said, with a sly grin.

Ciera glanced at Karla, and said "Maybe we should just go, it's not that any of this sounds bad, or at least any worse than the rest of the Tournament, but...well, I just feel uneasy about it."

Karla nodded, and said "I feel the same way, but Ciera...nothing in the Tournament is going to be free. Everything is going to come with a consequence, or something like it. At least this way we get to_choose_. Tell us your suggestions...Shady."

Shady smiled, and said "Good, yes! Well, for you, Karla, I have a unique weapon, enchanted with some specific Tournament related properties...let me fish it out so you can see it!"

He then reached underneath the table, pulling at a sword that looked entirely made of glass, gleaming with a strange warm light inside it. "This sword grows stronger, feeding on the arousal of it's host-er, I mean, wielder! It can make you faster, stronger, even improve the speed of your thought in battle! It does require that you feed it, of course, but the Tournament often leaves it's victims-I mean, it's contenders feeling a little on the horny side anyways, so where's the downside? It's a rental, of course, but if you're interested I could tell you the price..."

Karla eyed him suspiciously, and said "I don't plan on taking that...dangerous looking thing. But, out of curiosity, what is the price?"

"Well, to rent it, the consequence would be that you must not wield any other weapon, and you must fight any contender that crosses your path. A difficult price to pay, but honestly...have you met any other contenders that you didn't end up fighting anyways? And why_would_ you wield any other weapon? Of course, if you break it somehow, which would of course be quite_difficult, the consequence is a bit worse...the, er, energy that powers this artifact would pass to _you, requiring that you yourself feed on the arousal of others. But, this weapon has been used in almost _every_Tournament to date by at least one contender, and none of them have broken it! So, what do you say?"

Karla sighed, saying "No, of course not. I'm quite capable with my own weapon, and there's no gurantee that it would even really improve our chances. I'm also worried about that condition, what if I just happen to see another group of contenders in the distance? Do I have to go find them and fight them? What if I just happen to know they're in the next room? No thank you, Shady."

"Well, as I said, I won't force you. It's a shame, really, she's a beautiful sword. Well, Ciera, I have an offer for you as well. I suspect you'll me more...interested, than Karla was," Shady said, reaching underneath the table and pulling out what looked like a personal milk pump, gilded and inlaid with runes.

"Is...is that..."

"Yes, it's exactly what you think. Good for milking yourself on the go! It's quite effective, always aware of the absolute best_way to get your milk flowing and empty your breasts. It handily bypasses any requirement for not milking yourself," Shady said with a wink, "by virtue of being a rented artifact from _me, and therefore not subject to any such rules. The only odd thing, is that in this case, the consequence has to be imposed on someone else, not on you...someone must volunteer to obey every command you give, so long as you possess this artifact."

Ciera's eyes went wide as he explained what the artifact was, narrowing slightly when he mentioned the price. "The only person with me is...Karla? Would you be willing to do that for me?"

"Let him finish, Ciera."

"Ah, yes, of course. It is_a rental, and it is a little more fragile than the other artifact. If it should be broken, or accidentally lost and _not_returned willfully, the required obedience effect will vanish, but...in it's place, you will find an irresistible urge to nurse others with your milk. Simple hand milkings will no longer do, and you might find yourself being a bit more _forceful with your desires. So, be careful, yes? It won't break just due to any old force, but a solid hit with a powerful weapon would do it, so keep it safe!"

"Karla, this would be...really useful. It could single-handedly keep my milk situation from getting any worse! And, I promise I would never order you to do anything, and we'd keep it in a magical container all the time except when I'm using it, I'd be soooo careful, please Karla!"

Karla felt a little like Ciera was a child begging for a toy, but...it did seem like it would make her happier. Plus, the way she was bouncing up and down as she spoke, her breasts bouncing, up and down...up and down...

"Sure Ciera, anything for you..." she said, smiling a little at Ciera's tits. Ciera, she mentally corrected.

"Alright, it's a deal, Shady! We'll take it!"

"Of course, of course! Karla, give me your hand please. Ciera, take your new artifact!" Shady said, grasping Karla's hand forcefully as she felt a small chilling pulse of magic. She suddenly had an innate understanding of the price she had just paid, feeling it take hold. It wasn't unpleasant, exactly, but it was odd to feel.

Ciera on the other hand picked up the milkers, two large cups connected to a strange runic device, with an obvious set of switches to turn it off or on, or change various obscure settings.

"One more thing, Ciera! In case you were wondering, you can choose where it sends whatever it milks. Right now it's set to send it to...well, let's call it a personal storage location. There's a disc connected to the bottom of the pump, you can pull that off and attach it to anything, like, say, the bottom of a bucket, and it will magically transport the liquid there! There's a few other options that even I don't fully understand, so be careful. I would only use the location change setting, and the on/off or speed settings. You understand, yes Ciera?"

Ciera looked up from examining the pump, and said "Oh, yes, of course Shady! I'm just happy not to have to rely on others anymore, and to finally be able to keep up with things myself again. We can get rid of it at any time, right?"

"Yes, simply say that you revoke your ownership of the artifact, and both the consequence and the artifact will disappear! Only you, as the owner of the artifact, have that right."

"Wait," Karla said, glancing at the shopkeeper. "I'm the one that paid, I can't undo it whenever I want?"

"No, it is _Ciera's_rental. You just paid the price. But, what is there to worry about? She has already promised not to give you any orders!"

Karla sighed, still feeling like they'd somehow been cheated, but just couldn't see it yet.

"It's not so bad, Karla! Cheer up, we should get going. No need to let him try and convince us to get anything more!"

Karla did feel better, a little suddenly. She felt pretty cheerful, actually. "Sure, Ciera. Sounds like a plan to me. Nice to meet you, I guess, Shady!"

"Of course, of course! Happy customers leaving my shop is what I _live_for! See you again, if you manage to stay in the Tournament that long..." Shady said, as the pair walked out of earshot. Karla glanced backwards at that last comment, but knew better than to let it get to her.

Ciera was looking over the pump, admiring it's runework and gilded designs as they walked. Karla was happy to see her enjoy it so much, and felt that they had actually gotten off pretty easy, there was much worse that could have happened...

For now, she was happy to just continue walking, the passageway becoming more and more castle-like, well kept and suspiciously clean considering the disrepair they had seen thus far. They continued to check their rings, getting a vague sense of the direction and location of their companions, and were happy to note that they had been getting closer. Chester and Vivian were probably in a situation that let them choose their path a bit better, as the path Karla and Ciera were on seemed largely fixed. It turned and wound, without any clear direction most of the time, but other than a slight boredom, they traveled without issue.

Unfortunately, it was a _long_passageway. It seemed almost calculated to bore it's victims to death, with little changing over the course of the several _hours_they had been walking. Ciera still pulled out the pump every once in a while, clearly a little excited to get a chance to use it. Eventually, she stopped walking, and said "Karla...it's not quite time yet, but do you mind if I take a moment to milk myself?"

Karla sighed, and said "You know, I didn't even think about the fact that now that you have that, you won't need my help anymore...I'm actually a little dissapointed. Actually, about that, I have a question for you. Do you have any spells that can...I don't know, tailor clothes? Make them fit a bit better?"

"Oh, because of your, um...yes, I can do something like that. It's not perfect, it's basically a variation of the spell that I use to repair clothing, which itself is a modified mending spell used on other things. Why, have you already grown that much?"

"W-well, yes, but...I'm more concerned about the future, really. Um...since I payed for that milk thing, could you not tell anyone about you fixing my clothes?"

"Karla, they'll notice if you jump up a few cup sizes. I won't have to tell them anything."

"I know! Just, it helps me feel a bit better if they don't know the details, right? Please?"

"Sure, Karla, that's an easy thing to do. Would you mind moving away a bit, so that I can do this privately?"

"Oh, um, of course. I'll be right over there," Karla said, moving away a few dozen feet.

She could still hear when Ciera started the pump up, a gasp escaping her lips that quickly turned into a loud, lowing 'Moooo!'

Karla was straining practically every muscle in her body not to turn and look. Even thinking about what was happening behind her was getting her a little turned on...

The sounds of suction and Ciera's gasps, moans, and moos continued, echoing throughout the passageway. Karla was focused on taking deep breaths, thinking about absolutely anything else. Don't think about Ciera, or her tits, or the way the pump probably looks, milk squirting into it with each panting gasp...No! Don't think about it, think about anything, anything else...

Eventually, quite quickly, the sound died down. Only Ciera's heavy breaths could be heard, taking a moment to recover as she put the device away again, redressing herself before saying "Alright, Karla, you can turn back and look now."

Karla turned around, and saw Ciera in a noticeably more disheveled state. Her cheeks were clearly flushed, her breathing _still_heavy, but Karla had never seen her look so satisfied after a milking, even after their session earlier.

"What are you looking at, Karla?" Ciera said with a smirk, taking a moment to straighten her clothing a bit.

"Oh, um...sorry, haha. You just look like you enjoyed yourself. I guess that was a good purchase, right Ciera?"

"Yes, I'm pretty happy with it at least! It really does know exactly how to milk me. Is it weird that I don't even feel embarrassed talking about being milked anymore?"

"Ciera, this Tournament has done so much to us that nothing seems that weird anymore. I'm glad you seem satisfied with it, even without anyone calling you a good - er, using your trigger."

"Whew, Karla, be careful with that. I almost felt it hit me, even though you stopped yourself. Leila has a lot_to answer for. I honestly...I kind of wanted to be triggered again. It feels disturbingly right. When that trigger hits me, I don't care about _anything, except what I'm told to do, except being a...you know what. I worry because when I'm in that state...I don't really care if I ever wake up out of it. Make sure you never let that happen to me, alright?"

Karla nodded. Of course she would never let that happen to Ciera. "Yes, Ciera. I'll make sure. Should we continue on?"

"Sure, Karla! And I plan to keep my promise to you, Karla, I won't be ordering you around. It does have to be a direct order, right?"

"I think so, I just know that I have to obey any command you give."

"Should we, I don't know...test that? Just to be sure? It's only commands right?"

"Well, as long as it's something small..."

"Okay, easy enough! I command you to tell me your favorite part of my body."

"Your tits, Ciera! Of course, that's an easy one."

"Did you feel...any different when you answered that?"

"No, not really. Try something I'm less likely to do of my own free will."

"Okay...um, I command you to bark like a dog and then flash me your breasts. You see mine all the time, it's only fair!"

"Arf! Arf!" Karla said, giving her best approximation of a bark before pulling aside her clothing to flash Ciera her breasts.

"So, that proves it then, I guess!" Ciera said.

"I don't know, Ciera, I didn't really feel like I had to or anything. I just did it because you asked."

"Really? Maybe...maybe that's part of the magic? That you don't really notice the effect?"

"Could be, or maybe...maybe it requires you to use some specific sets of words that we haven't found yet? Like, 'I order you to,' or 'By my command, you will...,' something like that?"

"Maybe...either way I'll need to be careful. You did do exactly what I asked when I commanded you, so we'll assume that works for now. I just won't ever use that, okay? So just don't worry about it!"

Karla was no longer worried about it, and nodded. "Of course, Ciera! Let's continue then."

"Yep!"

It wasn't that long before the winding passageways changed once more, beginning to converge with other odd looking hallways. They could tell their friends were still up ahead, so they continued traveling, only vaguely concerned by the shift in structure.

Thankfully, it seemed the Tournament had no further traps in mind while they were split, only the tedium of trying to use the networking tunnels and hallways to finally reconnect. There was a brief, awkward period where both pairs nearly circled each other, each trying to approach but in reality only stepping down the wrong path. Eventually, Karla and Ciera simply stood still and waited for Chester and Vivian to find them.

It took them a few minutes, but eventually they stepped down the branching path that led to their companions, and greeted them warmly.

"Well, I hope your journey wasn't as interesting as ours," Chester said.

Karla answered, saying "Well, it wasn't _that_bad. We met someone who was actually selling artifacts, with, well...unique prices. Ciera now has a way to milk herself!"

"Yes, but, well...we won't talk about the price right now. It's nothing to be concerned about. If it becomes important we'll let you both know," Ciera responded.

Vivian was blushing a little, and said "Well, we met...we met a Minotaur, actually. I would...rather we didn't talk too much about what happened. Not yet at least. No offense to either of you, I'm just still getting used to, um...what happened."

Ciera and Karla shared a concerned look, but by now they were used to the way some effects in the Tournament were just a little too shameful to talk about. After all, were they not in the same boat, at least a little?

"We should rest a moment, and then continue on. I noted a small pattern in the halls and passageways, they actually end up converging," Chester said.

"As in...they're all leading to the same place?" Ciera asked.

"Exactly. So, probably something big there. I mean, no telling how many entrances to the underground lead to this odd underground structure, funneling people in towards this _one_point. It's either a dangerous trap, or an amazing reward. Your guess as to which."

"Maybe both, knowing the Tournament," Vivian said with a sigh.

"Hah, could be! I think it's just a few hours before what would have been nightfall, if we could see the sky. We have enough time to go to this place, and hopefully we'll be able to rest afterwards. I'm worried about setting up camp in these tunnels, I think they're...rigged. Deliberately set up to funnel contenders this way. Judges might not like it if we just set up camp here, and then who knows what might happen."

Everyone agreed with that sentiment, and began readying themselves for what they hoped would be the last leg of their journey in this underground network of tunnels. They had originally sought this place to find some kind of powerful artifact, or assistance, or hint, and they had already gotten at least a little of what they had been looking for. They were, in general, hopeful that there might be more rewards to come.

In the distant chamber they were now heading towards, two pairs of gleaming, draconic eyes watched the entrance to their lair with gleeful anticipation. It was always nice to have new toys to play with.