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[b][u][center]A Date with a Muse

For a-lycotonum

By Draconicon[/center][/u][/b]

The next morning was surprisingly quiet considering the bombshell of the previous day. Caelia had almost expected to wake up with a tongue against her clit, or something else sensual of that nature, but the Muse seemed to be more interested in planning something else. From the moment Caelia awoke and saw a runner at the door, someone whispering to the near-naked dark-skinned woman that had moved in with her, she knew that something was afoot, and she knew that it had to be complicated if the outsider was involving other people with it.

They sat down to breakfast, and she shook her head as she gathered herself some oats and berries together. The milk was almost gone, and they’d need to get some more sometime soon.

“What was that about?” she asked, trying to get comfortable at her small table.

“Oh, just making sure certain things won’t get you in trouble.”

“…Certain things?” Caelia’s cheeks started burning already. “Just what are you planning this time?”

“Oh, nothing extreme.”

“You just –”

“Oh, darling, just trust me. I won’t hurt you. I would never hurt you.”

“No, just embarrass me enough that I burn my face.”

“I wouldn’t even do that if you didn’t love it so much.”

“…Shut up,” she muttered, burying her face in her food to get away from the embarrassment.

The Muse chuckled, sitting down. It seemed that the day had brought some jewelry and accessories to the other woman’s body again. Silver bands rose and fell along her arms as she moved, a compliment to the gold silks that ran across her chest and along her legs. It took a second look to see that the gold silks were all but transparent, showing the shapes of her breasts and her sex, if not the actual parts through them. There was no shame, as ever, and Caelia shivered as she looked down and away in a desperate attempt not to be tempted by the other woman, again.

Of course, that meant looking down at the Muse’s legs, strong and thick, the thighs warm and curved, with the long legs reaching down to bare feet. The soles were lighter than the top, a different sort of appearance that was nonetheless interesting and tantalizing for some unknown reason. She rubbed her cheeks as she ate her food.

“Did you…”

“Yes, dear?”

“With all the stuff we’re doing, are you…corrupting me?”

“Heh, do you confuse me with a demon?”

“Hardly. I saw one with Roselle, remember?”

“Yes…” The Muse’s smile fell for a moment, then returned with just a little bit of force behind it. “But no, I’m not ‘corrupting’ you. I’m just allowing you the freedom to do what you want.”

“I don’t think I ever wanted to…show off before. Or stare at women. Or…”

“Or?”

“…”

“Come now, you can’t start something and then stop. I’m curious now.”

“…I might be staring just a little bit at…”

She nodded down at the floor again, her eyes flicking over the Muse’s feet. The outsider looked down as well, and then slowly brought her head back up, that smile becoming all the more natural. Worse, it became all the more teasing, as well, shifting from a soft smile to a genuine smirk.

“Well, well. Is that so?”

“I really need to learn to keep my fat mouth shut…”

“Oh, no. In fact, I think you need to learn to say more…”

Before Caelia could protest, the Muse lifted her feet from the floor. She leaned back in her chair, putting her heels on the table. A ring of gold and a ring of silver appeared around her big toes, each one clinging tight, each one glowing with a hint of magic. The undersides of the Muse’s feet were surprisingly clean, lacking any dust or any sweat of the days past.

“What do you think, hmm? What do you like about them?”

“Muse!”

“Caelia, I am a creature of dreams, imagination, and beauty. When I know what someone wants, what someone imagines, it’s hard for me to resist. And darling, you can’t tell me that you’d prefer me to hold back…can you?”

That was the thing. Even as she blushed and tried to look away, it was hard for her to think of any good reason why she should. For the first time in all their experiences together, there was no audience for her to worry about, nobody else that would be seeing what she was doing. She could be honest about what she wanted, what she liked, and…and there was no reason for her to be that ashamed by it when the Muse was this open about it.

The fact was, she had enjoyed just about everything that they had done, and she had loved the raw confidence that the Muse had with her body, with everything that she had to show off. The way that she could just sit there, barely a shade away from nudity, and not feel any discomfort was something that she envied. The way that she could display herself and offer anyone the chance to look at her and just feel happy, feel confident, feel like she utterly owned the room despite being as open as a two-silver hooker was both inspiring and sexy.

All that came together in that moment, and she blushed as she allowed herself to just look at those soft, wide soles. They were bigger than her human pair had been, and just soft enough to look at that she imagined that they’d dimple and sink in a bit if she were to start rubbing them or, heaven forbid, do something a little naughtier to them. She reached out slowly, dragging her fingers along the bottom, and the Muse smiled, moaning softly.

“You…you like that?” Caelia asked.

“Mmmm, I never disliked it, but I think the bond works both ways, dear. I think [i]you[/i] want me to like it, and it’s helping me to.”

“Is that…is that what’s happening in public? You’re helping me like it, and I’m getting more…”

“Maybe.” She chuckled. “Or maybe that part’s just buried deep down inside, and I’m helping it learn how to come out.”

Either way, she knew that there was no coming back from this. Caelia blushed. Despite herself, she knew that there was also no way that she was going further this early in the morning, not when she was just starting to admit what she wanted. Nevertheless, she felt she had to do something, so she leaned in, gently dragging her lips along the arch of the Muse’s left foot. It was soft, just with a hint of flesh-scent, and she shivered as she kissed the underside of another woman’s foot.

The moment passed, and she sat up and went back to eating breakfast. The Muse smiled at her, almost looking like some proud mistress, and Caelia almost forgot the fact that there was something planned for later.

Almost. The reminder came with another knock at the door and the Muse’s sudden leap to her feet.

“That will be my answer.”

“The answer to what?”

“Oh, where we’re going for our date.”

“Date?!”

#

“You didn’t tell me that our date would be so…public,” Caelia hissed.

They were in the middle of a street fair off-campus, somewhere that would normally have been forbidden for outsiders. However, according to the Muse – and confirmed with a runner that Caelia trusted sent to one of the campus guards – this was allowed for the sorority newcomers. They were bound and under different rules than the average outsider, and that meant that they could do things that would normally be out of bounds for the average non-human.

As a result, she was walking down cobblestone streets in a dress that barely went down to her thighs, her breasts half-exposed from the cleavage cut that the Muse had picked, and she could feel everyone staring at her scaly feet. The blue scales along her toes and along the bottom of her feet kept her from feeling the discomfort of walking on cobblestones, but that didn’t make it much better as she kept feeling people stare at them. Every time that she took a step, she swore that there was some judgmental bitch looking at the bottom of her foot and shaking her head, or some pervert staring at her toes and imagining her doing something with them.

Despite that, her nipples were hard beneath her dress, and there was more than a slight amount of wetness in her panties. She did her best to ignore that, but the Muse at her side didn’t make it better, considering that she was somehow wearing less than she had been at the dorm. The silks were more see-through, and it was down to a single wrap around the chest and a second that might, at a push, be called a skirt.

She shook her head, looking from stall to stall, from merchant to cook to potion-maker, and she wondered just why this place was the location that the Muse had chosen for their date.

“You know, I think we could make some money here ourselves,” the Muse said.

“What, showing off?”

“Oh, something like that.”

“I’m not going to dress like you.”

“Who said that you had to? I was thinking something more…intimate.”

“W-what?”

“Look at you. You’re already half-exposed. What would you say if I took it just a little bit further…”

“I…I…”

Caelia’s cheeks burned. The dress was already showing off more leg than she’d have ever dared show on her own, not to mention the way that the front was pulled down so far that her nipples were almost popping out of her dress. The whole thing was an affront to decency, and she was barely holding it together as it was.

The Muse looked at her, and she was forced to drop further. She stared into the other woman’s eyes, and the stream of ideas flowed between them.

The last time that the Muse dragged her into the idea stream, it had been impossible to tell if the ideas came from her or from the Muse. She’d wanted to believe that they all came from the Muse, but this time, there was no way for her to say that. There was a different feeling to the ideas, something that made them feel different.

The Muse’s ideas were tinged with this pink color, something that was teasing, flirty, something that made her feel more flighty, less serious. Caelia could just feel that, and the ‘color’ was attached to ideas of her stripping out of her clothes completely, walking down the street and enhancing the click, click, click of her talons. Everyone should see the beautiful things, and with each step, feeling the scales of her soles sliding up her legs. Snaking lines of blue attaching themselves to her body, reaching up like grasping fingers to her sex and then changing it to something more like a dragoness’s hole.

She shivered as she felt the ideas expand further, taking her to a full transformation on the streets. She saw herself becoming some erotic goddess, dominantly walking from stall to stall, stepping on them and leaving the mark of the dragon. She could see herself becoming some powerful female that staked her claim.

Then, there were her ideas, and the only way that she could describe how she knew that they were hers was that they were tinged with something red, something the color of a deep, hard blush. She saw herself being dragged by a leash through the streets. She saw herself with shackles around her ankles, something that forced her to show off her beautiful feet – and yes, in her fantasies, they were beautiful. She saw herself being held to the wall, hands running along her body, encouraged and drawn to her with a curse of desire, something that made people want to touch her, made people want to call her beautiful.

Both of them were similar, of her being exposed, of drawing all eyes to her, but hers were all around the idea of forcing her not to have any choice, to keep her from running away, while the Muse’s were all down to allowing her the chance to show off a body that needed to be seen. Caelia felt almost ashamed at how different the two views they had of her were, and she wanted to look away.

Yet, the idea stream refused to stop. It kept coming, and finally, something seemed to take the soft pink and the deep red and merge them together. The Muse grinned as she finally looked away.

“Well, well, well…I think we have the perfect setting for our date.”

“Mmmph…” Caelia blushed worse. “Are we…are we really doing [i]that[/i] one?”

“I think it fits for both of us.”

“Yeah, but…that one?”

“That one.”

“Oh boy.”

“Oh yes.”

#

She could barely keep up with what was happening. Her cheeks were on fire as the Muse guided her to the one blank spot on the street, the one spot where the carts hadn’t taken up space, where the stalls had not yet taken over. It only got worse as the other woman started pulling her dress over her head, and she had to force herself to go along with it as it went up, up, up, exposing more of her pale body.

[i]Oh gods…oh goddesses…[/i]

She was still in her panties, but the dress had not allowed for a bra, and her breasts were completely exposed. Caelia whimpered, trying to bring her arms up, but the Muse kept her hands down.

“Ah ah. Not yet.”

“Mmmph…they’re…they’re looking.”

“They’re looking at a beautiful woman. A very beautiful woman. That’s what you wanted, isn’t it, dear?”

The soft, almost chocolatey voice of the other woman sent shivers down her spine, and it only got worse when the Muse leaned in and kissed her. Her shivers had her breaking out in goosebumps, the feeling getting stronger as the sensation of being watched got stronger. She kept flicking her eyes through the crowd, trying to spot those that were looking at her.

There, a young woman that was from the north, paler than her with thick muscles and a sword over her back. The powerful woman stared at her, mouth open, and Caelia’s pussy clenched hard.

There, an older man, obviously a graduated wizard from the Arcanamirium with those robes. He looked at her barely-covered pussy, and he grinned, winking at her.

There, there, there, more and more people were staring at her. She whimpered, her cheeks burning so hot that she swore that they would have steamed water if it started to rain. The stares weren’t even limited to a human audience, either, as elves, orcs, and more walked down the streets and got a good eye-full of her body.

“It’s making you wet, dear.”

“Mmmph..n-no it’s not.”

“You can see it, you know.”

“W-what?!”

The Muse nodded, reaching down and tapping her underwear. Just that little bump was enough to shove Caelia up on tiptoe, her eyes going wide as she felt the damp cloth rubbing against her, and worse, it clung to her. She could feel the way that it was sticking to her sex, the way that it was rubbing against her.

[i]Oh gods. Oh FUCK![/i]

It was only getting worse, too, as the Muse pushed a box down in front of them. There was a small piece of paper against it, a message that had been scribbled neatly and hastily at the same time. She didn’t need to read it; she’d been the one that had been made to write it, the words burned into her brain.

[i]Lovely Ladies on Display. All Coins Add To Their Pleasure. Pay A Little, See A Little. Pay A Lot, See A Lot.[/i]

It was vague enough to keep them from being totally in trouble, but enough to tickle the imaginations of anyone that was interested in something perverted. Knowing the way that the Muse seemed to inspire that, she imagined that they were going to get a number of ‘payments.’

That finger against her sex traveled further up, gripping at her waistband. It hooked in, and Caelia shivered again.

“Please…”

“Please, what?” the Muse whispered.

“Do…Do it fast.”

“Heh, your wish is my command.”

“I…I thought that was a djinn?” she said with a nervous chuckle.

“Oh, my dear…they are so much less than me.”

RIP!

Her panties came free, alright, and she was suddenly exposed from head to toe. She gasped as she had her pussy displayed, some hints of pubic hair to be seen, but all of it was flattened from how wet she was.

[i]Oh gods…[/i]

The gods were probably getting very annoyed at the prayers that were starting and stopping without any message to be sent, but she couldn’t stop whimpering to herself. The fact that she was this exposed in public was beyond anything that she had ever done. Even the fucking at the bard presentation had been something minor compared to this, isolated, restricted to the college. This was something done in [i]public.[/i] This was something that the rest of the city would know about.

Her pussy clenched hard as she thought about all the men and women that would see her like this and want to see if she would take it further. She dribbled down her leg, just imagining what would happen if someone actually came up and wanted to pay more than the going rate. What would the Muse make her do? What would –

“Come here…”

The Muse’s voice drew her back from the racing thoughts, and she found herself drawn into a kiss. A gentle hand ran down the back of her head, and another along her hips. She was pulled forward, and she realized belatedly that the other woman had stripped off her clothes, too. They were both naked, both completely exposed to the world, and that made things just a little better. At least they were equal.

The feeling changed, though, as she felt a stiffening going through her. She pulled her head back, shaking her head and panting.

“What…what are you…”

“Heh, look down, dear.”

She did, and she stared as she saw a soft blue moving through her soles, one that went up her legs. For a moment, she thought that she was gaining scales, but no. Her body was going stiff, petrifying into something like a gemstone.

“M-Muse, what…what is…”

“It’s art…living art…” The Muse lifted one of her legs before it could stiffen completely, a golden light going through her darker skin, freezing her body in place, too. Caelia gasped as they posed, her with one leg up and around the Muse’s hips, the Muse pushed forward with her thigh between Caelia’s bejeweled thighs. “A simple pose…and we move…one by one…as the audience pays…”

Caelia could hardly believe it. She’d thought that being on display for pay was bad enough, something that barely kept her from running away in the first place, but this took it to a whole new level. She tried to breathe, but her chest was already constricted, restrained. The blue reached her breasts, turning them into a beautiful, stiff, statuesque pair, and it reached her shoulders. She managed to throw herself into something of a pose, a gentle, yet desperate grip of the Muse’s breasts before her arms stiffened, and then –

Then she was frozen. Her head was locked in a stare of confusion, and the Muse’s eyes were locked on her face. They were held still, paralyzed inside the prison of their bodies. She was a smooth, deep-blue sapphire, while the Muse was a statue of purest gold.

Somehow, she could still feel the pressure of that thigh grinding on her sex, and she wanted to moan at the feeling of getting rubbed down there. It had reached a height that refused to fade, something that her mind refused to get used to. There was no acclimatizing to it, no getting used to the feeling, no weakening of it. It just hovered at that beautiful height.

Still the people passed by, but they began to stop and stare at the pair of them. With her leg lifted up, she had one long, scaly sole pointed towards the passing people, and one upper-class nobleman paused. He reached out, stroking a finger along the bottom of her foot, stroking up towards her toes. The feeling was exquisite, almost like a tease and tickle at the same time, but with something different behind it. She was definitely more sensitive.

“A bejeweled body. Beautiful,” he said, and the compliment made her all the hotter. “To see someone dance with these, and ringed, would be lovely…”

Yet, there was nothing more forthcoming. He walked on, and she was left to stand there, still feeling the touch of his fingers along her sole, feeling that touch echoing, lingering, and never weakening.

Minutes passed, and with each succeeding shift in time, she could feel her pleasures getting stronger. Others came by, either fondling her ass or the Muse’s. One managed to reach down between them, finding her clit and giving it a pinch. All the stimulation kept rising, making it impossible for her to get used to them, impossible for it to even out. It was always as strong as it had been at the moment of contact, never fading from her frozen body.

Finally, an elf woman came by. She looked at them, smiled, and then reached into the pocket of her leather trousers. The ranger tossed a gold coin into the box.

With a feeling that could only be described as a shimmer, the blue bondage slid away. She gasped for breath, wetter than she had ever been, finally able to move again as the blue slid down to her feet.

Yet, even as the Muse lost her golden bondage, the other woman was already moving. They moved in to kiss again, and soft fingers ran down her back. She felt them digging into her ass cheeks, pulling on them, spreading them.

“Ah…ah…” Caelia moaned into the kisses.

“Yes. You love this, don’t you?”

“Oh gods…what…what are you…”

“A show, Caelia…give them a show, my dear.”

She did, and she ran her hands down to do the same to the Muse as had been done to her. She spread those lovely, round cheeks, and they both started to stand on one foot. As soon as they managed to move, however, the blue and gold began to spread again, and they were soon frozen. This time, their lips were locked, their bodies displayed.

This time, they were far naughtier, and it attracted a different sort of crowd. Caelia could only wish to gasp as she felt hands running along her legs, thighs, soles, and…and her ass.

Caelia wasn’t even sure that there were words to describe just how good it felt to be touched like this. She couldn’t move, couldn’t stop them, could only stand there as she felt those stroking, gripping, teasing, pleasurable hands running up and down along her body. Everyone was copping a free feel of her, and there was nothing that she could do to stop them. She heard whispers and grunts, soft chuckles and more as they did it, and the hands weren’t limited to men, or women. Sometimes, they even came from animals.

One man walked his dog beside her and the Muse, and she felt it when the dog came over and jammed his nose right between her legs. Her eyes would have widened if she’d been free to move, and she would have shooed him away, but –

[i]Mmmph…ah…ah…[/i]

Oh, that tongue. That tongue was working its way right between her ass cheeks, and then further forward, licking against her barely-visible pussy. The thought that a dog, a dog of all things, was getting to do that was humiliating as it could get. Her toes tried and failed to curl, but she knew that she would have been getting wetter than ever if she had been free to move.

The man came to get his dog, leaning on her. He gripped her foot, squeezing it hard, and even that ‘abuse’ seemed to spark something, almost as if that grip was making it so that she couldn’t pull away, adding to the feeling of bondage and claim that someone might put on her. The dog managed to drag his tongue over her asshole one more time before the man managed to get hold of it and drag him back.

“Sorry, girls,” he muttered. “Wasn’t paying attention. Here. Something for your troubles.”

He tossed something into the box, and Caelia almost wished he hadn’t. The gradual de-petrification happened, and she gasped as the sensations washed over her, almost making her cum right then and there.

“Ah…ah…oh gods…don’t know…don’t know how much more I can take this,” she panted.

“Mmmm, you can take it as long as you need to.”

“How long…”

“I was thinking all night. From now…til morning…”

“Oh gods and goddesses…”

“Another pose, dear.”

She let herself be guided, feeling like a waterfall down there as she was guided down to the ground. This time, she was made to sit with her legs spread, her ankles held by the Muse so that her feet were up in the air. Her fingers were guided to her sex, and by the time she realized that she was posed like some whore in a brothel, it was too late. They were frozen again.

The dog, it seemed, was only the beginning of the perverse night of posing with each other.

#

Hours passed, and the poses became ever more risqué. They went from merely showing offerings of themselves to touching, posing, stroking, licking. More than once, Caelia found her face shoved between the Muse’s ass cheeks or between her legs, the pair of them consummating a love that they barely understood. They licked and lapped, and it seemed to tantalize the crowd, because the money kept flowing as long as they kept teasing.

For nearly an hour, they were in a constant state of sliding in and out of petrification. They would grind, rub, finger, and then slow down, almost completely freezing before another silver or another copper – never gold, not at this point – was thrown into the box. Caelia was so heated, so needy, that she had stopped paying attention to the audience at that point. There was no more need to see them. She only needed to see the Muse.

Of course, when they slowed down again, when the crowd started to fade and they were held in position for longer, she started to notice them. The lack of distractions helped, but she was so close, so on-edge, so denied that she was starting not to care even then. The embarrassment factor had started fading, replaced with the need to just get to that point of climax, even if it was something that would lock her into that spasming, explosive pleasure for hours.

Gods, even that felt like a fun fantasy.

Day had come and gone, and they were well into the night. Their last customer had unfrozen them an hour ago, and they’d been left in the position of scissoring with each other. It was a gentle movement that they’d been locked into, leaving her in a pleasant, low-level buzz that made her feel quite happy with herself. It was almost like being fuck-drunk, she supposed, kinda like she had been going at it but not enough to make herself stupid.

The feeling of her toe getting sucked on was something different, though. They had managed to pose themselves so that their feet rested either on a breast or against the other’s face, and she had one toe in her mouth and her nipples pinched between the others, while the Muse was gently nuzzling between her feet. It was weird, but…rather hot, in its own way.

She was still floating on all of those happy sensations, feeling rather grateful to the Muse for dragging her out here and getting her out of her shell, when she heard someone coming. She would have turned her head to see them, but there was no way to do that, not when they were frozen in statue form as sapphire and gold.

Click, click, click. It sounded almost like a horse coming, or at least, something with hooves. That limited just what it could be, and that was probably one of the outsiders. She wished that the Muse could talk; she was positioned in a way that could see them coming, but she couldn’t change her expression, either.

The footsteps faded, and a small hand gripped her ass. A very small hand. Something that might have been a child…or a halfling.

“Look at you two, fucking away.”

[i]Roselle.[/i]

“Heh, and here I thought you were just a fucking prude. Looks like you guys got something going, after all. But you know, I bet that’s just a fucking façade, and you’ll pretend you’re one of those goody-goodies again when it’s done. That damn bond’s not good enough for the pair of you. Not good enough to get the job done by half,” the halfling said.

[i]Shut up![/i] Caelia wanted to say. [i]This is…this was fun…[/i]

“Well, not to worry. Tomorrow, it’s all getting fixed.”

[i]Fixed?[/i]

There was no way for the other woman to hear her, but the explanation didn’t stop, either. The other woman seemed intent on gloating.

“Far as the sorority’s fucking concerned, the pair of you didn’t mesh right. Gotta fix that before it gets worse. Lucky for you, Sar’onnath had a friend that was just [i]begging[/i] to get up here and have some fun.”

No, no, no! She didn’t want that. She was just starting to figure this out with the Muse, and now they were going to take it away from her? No, no, that wasn’t fair!

The halfling reached down and picked up their box of coins, shaking her head. The sluttily-dressed, pint-sized pain chuckled as she stood up.

“Pretty dangerous having all this money out in the open. I think we’ll take this back to the house. Keep it safe for you until tomorrow.”

In other words, they were taking the coins away so that nobody could pay and unfreeze them. If they couldn’t get back to the sorority house before morning, then there was no arguing against this. Technically, Roselle had done her job of giving them fair warning, and that was that. There was nothing else that she needed to do, and it was up to them to argue their case before the sorority.

Except they couldn’t. They were trapped together, and now, nobody would be able to pay for them to get free before the time was up.

She wished that she could break this spell. She wished, more than ever, that she had some command of magic that was strong enough to get out of this. At the very least, if she could just speak, or change her expression. If she could just not [i]smile[/i] at the realization that she was going to lose her bond with someone that loved her and had done this for her.

[i]This isn’t fair. This isn’t fair![/i]

But only she could hear her shouts. Roselle’s laughter, however, could be heard by everyone on the street as she and the succubus bonded to her walked away. Their fun, their budding relationship, was all but destroyed.

[b][u][center]The End[/center][/u][/b]

Summary: Caelia and the Muse try something a little different, dating and doing something rather naughty. Unfortunately, they have overplayed themselves, and someone else has a surprise for them.

Tags: F/F, petrification, posing, overstimulation, exhibitionism, human, Muse, foot fetish, bestiality, paralysis, bondage, fingering, embarrassment, scissoring, fantasy, series, edging,