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The aracanolocomotive thunders along the track, heedless of the action brewing within it. Only a few passengers see the three figures leaping out from the cabin and disappearing into the foliage below.

Once-fancy dresses catch and tear, and faces become scuffed and dirtied as three lovely ladies land in the dirt.

The pink kobold is the first to stir. She snorts sediment from her snout and scrambles to her feet.

The wolpertinger is second, slowly stumbling to stand beside the cheering Tik Tik. “That was… exciting, but also scary. W… what do you think those thieves wanted with me?"

The third of their party hops up to full height, the albino woman blushing bright red as she stamps her foot. “It doesn't matter! We lost our last chance of getting back home to Mistress Jun! Not only that, but all of my luggage was on that train."

Tik Tik taps her snout. “Why Camilla no use teleportation. Get help?"

The human places her hands on her hips, narrowing her eyes. “Because, if I did that, you could scurry off with Ayda, and I may not find you again."

Less boldly, she continues, muttering under her breath. “Besides, I can't just teleport anywhere. The magic is so expensive, and I wouldn't be able to get back, even if I wanted to leave here."

Ayda's ears twitch gently. The wolpertinger tugs on Tik Tik's cloak. “Miss Tik Tik. Don't you have a better teleportation thingie?"

Tik Tik snickers, bowing with a flourish. “Indeedy, doo! But, Tik Tik leave and then wouldn't find Camillia, who then disappear with Ayda before Tik Tik get see Mistress Jun. We still in this together. No need be worried. Get Ayda to Mistress, and then all be good, yes?"

Camillia frowns, staring up towards the starlit sky. “Well, luckily for us, I'm sure our magic will allow us to quickly find a town. We shouldn't have too many problems getting back to my mistress; she must be worried sick. Let me just see if- ah!"

Camillia clasps at herself, fondling every inch of her dress. “The communications mirror! It's gone!"

Tik Tik tilts her head. “No, speak with Mistress, eh? Well, should just go, then!"

“Mistress Jun is going to be so worried!" the human says, clasping her arms tightly, shaking back and forth. “What to do, what to do!?"

Tik Tik shrugs and grabs Ayda's hand, ushering the wolpertinger deeper into the forest, away from the train tracks, and into the unknown.

A moment later, Camilla blinks and yelps, lifting up the hem of her dress and rushing off to follow the two into the darkness of the unknown, her heart racing, but also broken.

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Days pass. The arcanalocomotive arrives, and while the luggage made its way to its home address, the owner of the material did not. For a few days, business was slower than usual, not because of a lack of demand. Instead, the people who patronized the establishment talked about how the madam didn't have the spirit to keep going. None of them knew the actual reason why. How could they?

Dusk arrives in the city. The kitsune returns to her residence to shift out of her uniform and into her night attire. Tight corsets and leather, plus a magician's hood and high boots, are just parts of the complete ensemble, and by the time she pulls on the last glove, the transformation is complete.

Or it would be if her Flower wasn't missing.

She's just going through the motions now. With a few arcane swirls and utterances, she produces a strip of paper, where the calligraphed name of “Flower" fills its length. A tongue of blue flame rises out from the piece, enough for the mistress to toss the scrap away, letting it dissolve into ash.

Another night with another blue flame. The mistress traverses away from the comforts of home and arrives at the seat of her next appointment. Everything is so formal, as is tradition. When she sits upon the desk, she prepares her mask, sitting tall, looking stern, and lacing her fingers together.

A knock on the door tells her that work has finally begun for the evening, and she looks over her sheets, checking to ensure everything is in order. Kinks and limits, safe words and fantasies–they're all laid out for the kitsune or the client to present. And, of course, there are the contracts and liability waivers and-

When the door opens, she flicks her golden eyes upwards, but she drops the papers then and there, her jaw-dropping, her tails swishing back and forth in a hypnotic display.

“Flo-Camellia!" She gasps, standing straight up, kicking her chair back, but then stopping herself. She stands tall and holds her hands behind her back, narrowing her eyes, scrutinizing every inch of the woman and the two companions with her.

Three tired travelers stand before this dominatrix, each dusty and dirty with their clothing ripped and stained.

“F… Forgive me, Mistress Jun," Camellia explains, her head low, not looking her mistress upon the face. “We had no money, and we had to endure so much."

The two other companions glance around the office wide eyed and chattering among each other.

Jun frowns.

“If I had some way of getting word to you sooner, I would have. There were so many misadventures and dangers we ran into along the way. I will give you a full report posthaste in whatever form you wish, whether it be written or oral or-"

“Camellia," is the only word that sounds from the commanding and confident voice.

Camillia leaps at attention, her eyes darting about after making quick contact with those golden orbs. “Y… yes, Mistress?"

“I'm glad you've returned," the kitsune responds, sighing, “But… could you all please get a bath?"

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Tik Tik clasps her hands together, her tail thumping against the ground. The little kobold's bouncing causes the floorboards to creak and squeak. “A bath? Is one here? Mistress Jun join us?"

The kitsune, who had been keeping her focus upon Camillia, double-takes toward the kobold, but then covers her mouth, wrapping one arm around herself. “No. I won't be joining you tonight, and I have much work to do with clients."

“Camillia say Jun have lots business!" Tik Tik continues, scurrying past the human and placing her hands on the desk. She hops up and down, her face appearing and disappearing from the line of sight of the mistress standing on the other end. “Tell Tik Tik all about, yes?"

“Tik Tik!" Camillia snaps. “You can't just ask Mistress Jun to bare herself before you and join you in a bath! To see her body outside of the context of a business relationship is the highest of honors that she can bestow upon a person. Only her most devoted would ever dream of requesting a moment to gaze upon that beauteous work of art that is her serene white fur, those artistic red streaks. Her beautiful bounty, her--"

Jun's glare hits Camillia. Those burning eyes making the human squirm. The submissive response, “I, uh, I'm sorry, but I couldn't help but speak of the benefits of working under you. After all, I was successful in delivering the requested, uh, guest. I wanted to ensure she knew what it was like to live here under your careful protection." Camillia motions behind her and towards the Wolpertinger.

Ayda squeaks and hides behind the hopping kobold when the kitsune's glare turns over toward her.

The kitsune nods. “Yes, the wolpertinger. You've delivered her here as promised, and you'll be duly rewarded." Jun's tails twitch, her mask that of a annoyed snarl. “Bet that as it may, you all look ragged and smell terrible. These two are guests here, and you lead them to believe I allow them and my most devoted to stand around in their filth."

Camillia jumps to attention, her eyes staring just above Jun's eyes. “Y-yes, miss! I'm sorry, miss!"

“Take them to the baths on Peach Street," Jun says, slipping into her seat. She turns her chair to face away from the two. “And make sure that you're prompt in your bathing. After all, I have an opening in my schedule today, and I expect to see you personally, Camellia, to give you the reprimands and the commendations that you're owed."

Camillia gulps, spinning away and clapping her cheeks. “Yes, mistress. Right away, mistress. Come along now, you two, there's much to do!"

She scampers off to the door, opening it. Ayda pulls herself away from Tik Tik, looking between the three others before exiting.

Tik Tik still holds onto the desk, narrowing her eyes, sneering slightly. “Tik Tik wonder why Jun no want join. Get clean feel nice. Feel real nice when get clean with sexy people."

Jun scoots ever-so-slightly in her chair. “You're a businesswoman, Tik Tik," the kitsune says. “Do you let your pleasure get in the way of making a living?"

Sighing, the kobold pulls herself away. “Tik Tik find ways make business and pleasure work together. It more fun that way, and money come either way. Maybe Mistress Jun may find time to have fun with what she does."

Tik Tik slinks away, finding herself walking up toward the wolpertinger, draping an arm over Ayda's shoulder. “Come on, Ayda, we have fun at bath. TIk Tik been to really fun ones at Anteronia. They big, warm, and clean. No mud or moss or leeches, and there so many soaps!"

Ayda's ears perk up, her pace increasing as the two exit.

Camillia lingers for a moment before she nods, closing the door. “I'll be back soon, my mistress. I apologize for ruining this moment."

Camillia sighs, resting her head on the back of the door. Before her, the two gals watch her with wide eyes. She shakes her head and marches past them. “That could have gone better," she laments.

“It could have gone worse, right?" Ayda asks. “But, what is she going to do with me?"

“Tik Tik will find out, of course," the kobold says. “No worry about that. You in safe hands. If she plan do anything nasty, Tik Tik can take her."

Camillia coughs, stumbling a moment. She whips around and bends over, nose pressing against kobold snout as she snarls. “You dare presume your power when matched against the wonders Mistress Jun can be capable of?"

Tik Tik's response is to giggle and pat Camillia on the cheek. “You cute when defend mistress. Tik Tik jealous of Mistress Jun for have you. But Tik Tik not scared. Tik Tik excited. Tik Tik want get bath! Let's go Peach Street!"

She rushes past Camillia, bringing Ayda along for her journey.

“W-wait! Peach Street is this way!" Camillia says, rushing off past the building and down the block."

Jun watches the exchange from her window, her eyes trailing along and lingering upon Camillia. She sighs and spins around, reaching for a drawer in her desk. She pulls out a book from the drawer, and in that book, she flips through the pages, penned in the dragon tongue in bright green ink.

“Been to Anteronian baths, you say?" she mutters, letting her finger run through the notes. She fumbles through her drawer and produces from it a smaller book. She flicks her finger in the air, turning the pages to a blank page, and on that page, she begins to write:

“This evening has been nothing short of a dream come true, and I, in my lamentable foolishness, have squandered an opportunity of a lifetime."

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“Ah, now this, Tik Tik like."

The pink kobold sinks herself lower into the steamy bath water. “Nothing like warm water. So better than cold, yes, yes, yes!"

Camillia steps out from the changing rooms, draped in a towel. The human dips a toe into the warmth, pulls back a moment, nods, and then takes a deep breath. Letting her towel fall to the wayside, she joins the kobold in submerging herself, closing her eyes as she is enveloped by the bath's warm embrace.

Ayda clings to her towel, sitting on the water's edge and peering down at the clear water. The steam wafts over her face as she gazes at the distorted images below, frowning.

A pink figure swims in from the edge of her vision, only to emerge, staring up at the wolpertinger with her large, blue, kobold eyes. “Something matter?" Tik Tik asks

The warm water splashes over Ayda's body. It seeps into the towel at her chest, increasing the weight of the covering. The wolpertinger shifts and adjusts, spinning the towel around so the wet presses against her back. “This is meant for baths?" She asks, her eyes rising up, looking across the spacious chamber. Off in other pods of people were ladies of all shapes and sizes, quietly enjoying their evening. Many of them relax so far into the water as to obscure their breasts, but as Ayda's eyes linger downward, she grips at her knees.

“Yep, yep," Tik Tik says, clambering out of the water, her scales shining with the droplets running down her underbelly. “No nasty bugs. No worries of world. Just beauty bodies washing cares away. See, even Camillia enjoy self in bath, ye?"

Camillia dips down to her chin, her hair flowing out from her in snow with strands, and opens one eye to stare up at the high tiled ceiling. “I'm afraid this is a matter of duty and not enjoyment, Tik Tik. I must make myself presentable for Mistress Jun."

Tik Tik nudges Ayda on the side, wiggling her brow and flashing a toothy grin. “So, Camillia, no like get clean?"

“What?" the human shifts up to sit against the wall. “No, it's not like that at all! I was just saying I don't have time to sit around and bathe for hours on end when I have duties to prepare-ee!?"

While speaking, Camillia finds that a kobold rests upon her lap, wrapping arms around her and resting her chin upon her bosom. Tik Tik's bright blues twinkle up on the human, “Bath is good like big snuggle buddy, not soft like one, though, Ayda." She soon flutters her eyes and rests them in a half-lidded gaze. “With Camillia, what like do with Mistress? Rather… what Mistress Jun do to Camillia that Camillia like?"

Camillia avoids her gaze, leaning back with a hand on the floor behind her. “Well, anything she wants, really. She's so smart and beautiful and confident. And the power she wields is magnificent. She is everything anyone could want in someone to look up to, as a lover and teacher."

“Dommy mommy?"

Ayda finally shimmies out of her towel, taking a deep breath while the conversation continues, though her attention turns away from her two friends and toward a rather busty woman who slips across from them.

“N-not at all!" Camillia snaps. “Mistress Jun has beauty to rival, nay, surpass, anyone in their prime. T… that's not to say she isn't in her prime. She very much is. She's just so much wiser than her years show. N-not that she's not experienced!"

“Camillia cute when talk about Jun." Tik Tik says, resting a cheek upon her traveling companion. “Tik Tik jealous you get see her first, but tell Tik Tik how much she care, even if she act tough."

Camillia's blush fills her face, but she nods. “Yes, she is a caring mistress. I couldn't ask for anyone better."

“But Tik Tik have wonder something. Bother Tik Tik since we met."

Ayda lowers herself down, blowing bubbles as the boisterous laugh of the adventurer woman makes her tits bounce, reflecting off the sad eyes of the wolpertinger.

Camillia grumbles. “What might that be?"

“If she like you so much, why she tease you and make you embarrassed, wearing useless outfits make you look silly."

“What!?" Camillia stands up, knocking the kobold off of her with a splash. “She is not some heartless taunter, you… you uncultured kobold! She is a genius and a passionate lover!"

Tik Tik lands in the water with a splash, and at that moment, the chatter of the other bathers turn toward Camillia. The human stares at the newfound attention, frozen in place as water sloshes around her thighs.

That's when the snout and head of the kobold peek out from the water behind her, and the kobold kicks off the wall, launching so she grabs the human by the back! “Then, let's see Mistress Jun's kindness."

“Hey, w-what are you, yeeeaaaahnnn!!"

Tik Tik opens her maw wide and clamps down on Camillia's side. The woman's head tilts back as an involuntary gasp escapes her mouth.

The kobold chuckles, opening her mouth and patting the soft red spot. “What, no like hickey? Look cute, and Camillia sound cute. Mistress ever bite Camillia?

Camillia puffs her cheeks out and collapses back into the water, the waves sending Ayda tumbling through and across the pool while a frothing mess of water rises up from the quarreling duo.

The human emerges, holding the kobold under their scaley armpits at an entire arm's length away. “Ha, some wizard you are! How did I outsmart the great Tik Tik?"

Tik Tik flails and snaps in a squirming mess.

Camillia smirks and drops her, letting her splash back in. “Very well, but I have places to be… and a bite mark to try and mask," Camillia says this, climbing out of the pool, leaving Tik Tik to float along the water, snickering as she watches the woman go.

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Ayda finds herself washed away by the sudden slushing of water, floating without control in the bath until she bumps the back of her head against something soft and firm. She reaches back to push away from it, her hands squeezing on something soft, warm, and perky.

The wolpertinger blinks and spins around, only to get herself a face full of boobage from the adventurer who had been boisterously laughing at something or another just a minute ago.

Now, she looks down at the wolpertinger with a scowling, sharp-toothed growl.

“Hey, ya runt. Yer pretty grabby, ain't ya?"

Ayda squeaks and pulls back, tippytoeing through the water and holding onto her wrist. “I-I'm sorry. I didn't know that was your boobie. I-it's a v-very nice one, bu-but I didn't mean to grab it out of n-nowhere like that."

The adventurer stands up, the water running down her body and traveling down the canals of her muscles as she stares down at the small leporine creature.

A pair of scaled, clawed hands hold Ayda's shoulder, followed by a long heart-shaped snout peering from her shoulder. “Something wrong, miss?" Tik Tik asks.

“That rabbit girl shouldn't be startin' no trouble," the woman says, cracking her knuckles.

“Of course, no!" Tik Tik says, gasping. She wraps her arms around Ayda, just under her breasts, and pulls the wolpertinger up against her. “Tik Tik take responsibility. It Tik Tik bite made Camillia leave bath. Have problem, it with Tik Tik. But Tik Tik want no problem with sexy lady. So, what can Tik Tik do make feel better?"

The adventurer glances between Ayda and between Tik Tik. She slips back down into the water, and she smirks. “Well, I'm sure we can figure something out," she says, stroking her chin. “Tik Tik famous wizard, after all, and you strong adventurer type, ye?"

The woman snorts, tilting her head. 'I'm listening."

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Camillia leaves the comforts of the baths with alacrity, snatching up the towel with an enchanted flourish and wrapping it around herself. Once in the changing room, however, she stands in front of the mirror, taking a deep breath.

With a growing frown, she holds the towel together in one hand and rubs at her shoulder with another, massaging her still too-tight muscles. As she does, her side glows with the warmth of Tik Tik's playful hickey, a mark that thrums with a possessiveness that spreads through her entire being.

When she turns her gaze back up to her eyes, she freezes, a chill rushing down through her that removes all the warmth the bath has provided. She sees the hooded form watching her through the mirror with those intense yellow eyes.

“M… Mistress!?"

Jun steps forward, her hands behind her back, stern to her expression. “I've been waiting for you, Camillia," she speaks, unmoving, her tails set and spread, increasing her presence in the room.

Camillia's heart thumps as she spins around to face her mistress now. “I… I'm sorry, M-Mistress. I lost track of time, and I–"

Bare fingers in long gloves brush over Camillia's cheek as the kitsune steps up to her, tilting her head slightly. “If I had known you would take this long, I would have joi- what?"

Camillia's breath comes in stuttering and halted breaths, latching on to every word before Jun suddenly stops, squeezing her cheeks. With her lips puckered, she lets out a confused grunt, glancing over towards the bath entrance.

“H… how did you get her t-to agree to that?" The voice, and the figure it belongs to, are Ayda's. Tik Tik follows her not far behind, shrugging.

“Tik Tik just know how get to people, and get people's contact," She says, snickering, rubbing her hands together.

Watching through the mirror, Jun pulls her hand free from her servant and stands with one hand behind her back and another outstretched, palm up. “Excuses will not sate my desire, pet. Come, let us walk back."

Camillia blinks a moment, glancing at the newcomers and then at her mistress. She frowns and begins, “Ah, but my…."

“You can get dressed in clean clothes," Jun smirks. “The clothes I have set aside for you at home."

Camillia bites her lip, gripping that towel and bringing her knees together. “M… may I have some shoes, at least?"

Jun watches the two other travelers from the corner of her eye and then returns her gaze to her dainty-footed servant. “You may."

Camellia bows her head, sighing out. “Thank you very much, my mistress." And so, she turns and grabs her footwear, silently slipping them on.

“Nice command," Tik Tik says, tossing her towel aside. She faces away from the kitsune as she slips her pants on. “Too bad Jun came late. We had fun and made new friends."

Jun averts her gaze, coughing into her hand. “Yes, I have important things to attend to and clients to do." She grabs Camillia by the arm, and she tugs the woman away.

Camillia yelps, stumbling in her half-on shoes, but she practically has hearts in her eyes as she's dragged away.

Tik Tik drapes her shirt over her shoulder, stroking under her chin as she watches them leave.

“Something w-wrong?" Ayda asks, slipping her dirty traveler dress over her head.

“Nah," Tik Tik says, shrugging. “Tik Tik has new friend who has inn we stay at!"

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The breezy night air brushes against the uncovered portions of Camillia's skin, but the warmth of her mistress's grasp upon her hand, fingers laced together as they run through the streets, keeps her going. Aside from the towel around her body, the only clothing the apprentice magician has are the shoes that clop along the street's cobbles.

It is late at night, but there are still those in the nightlife who stop and see the two streaking past, a dominatrix in full hooded and tight gear leading her servant and lover through the moonlit streets without a care in the world.

They stop a block away from the bathhouse, and the kitsune yanks her human into an alleyway between two shops, where even the light of the moon has no sway over the two of them.

Camillia clenches the towel close to her, sticking close to the brilliant white fur that reflects the scant beams of light that make their way into this alleyway. “Mistress," she breathes out. “We aren't going back to the chamber? I have so much to show you, and I, ah!"

A fingertip presses itself to her lip, and the kitsune woman leans in, hot breath escaping from her sharp-toothed mouth. “Flower."

The word and its sheer intention and desire pierces right through Camillia's heart and warms her up all the way down to her toes. She stumbles back against that alley wall, but a swift paw upon the small of her back keeps her from touching rough brick against her smooth skin.

“M… Mistress," Camillia coos with a fluttering eye, her gaze relaxing, half-lidded. Her posture melts into the hold of the kitsune.

With a magical flourish of her free hand, Jun produces a cube that rests upon the palm of her hand. “This is the chamber we shall use this time. Activate it."

Camillia's breath is broken, but the spell upon her is not. She grasps the thing in both hands, allowing the towel to slide slightly down off her form, exposing her cleavage to the hungry fox before her.

The human brings the box up close to her lips and whispers in a sweet, seductive tone into it.

Magical marks upon the device glow and the device warms up to her touch, but she lets it roll down off of her fingertips and onto the ground. The two watch, Jun taking a deep breath while Camillia bites her lip, watching as the box finally settles down. The image on the face that looks upward glows and swirls, and a seem opens just underneath, cracking the box open.

From the box issues forth a glowing marble door, and with a wave of her hand, Jun opens the door, revealing the dimly lit chamber beyond.

“The honeymoon suite," Jun says, flashing a smirk towards Jun. “Is that how you see us?"

Camillia gulps, grasping her towel and hitching it back over her chest.

“That's fine," the kitsune says, stepping into the doorway and through the other side. She holds a hand out, palm upward, her other hand behind her back. “But, the price of admission for this suite is simple."

“Y… yes?"

“Disrobe."

Camillia tenses up. “H… here!?"

Jun's smile spreads almost imperceptibly.

Camillia looks over her shoulder towards the city street. Carriages and carts pass by every so often, carrying goods and people. She trembles as her fingers hitch on the top of the towel, and she closes her eyes, her fingers and arms trembling.

“I've been waiting to see my flower," the kitsune says.

Camillia's eyes open wide as warmth travels down her ears and fingers. She practically tears the towel away, dropping it onto the ground, chest out and head held high as she steps into the portal. “I'm coming for you, mistress!" she says, disappearing into the doorway.

Meanwhile, across the street, a delivery person blinks, shakes their head, and chuckles, continuing their route with a new spring in their step.

Inside the chamber, Camellia's night-chilled skin shivers with the ambient breeze of the delightful room. Though she enters with eyes closed and arms wide, she lets the feeling wash over her as the doorway closes behind. Her toes tap in those shoes she wears, and she then kicks her heels off of one of them, only stopping at the slight pressure that interrupts her, pressing against the tiny red splotches where sharp kobold teeth had pushed.

“What did she do to you?" Jun asks.

Camillia opens her eyes, blushing, seeing that look on her mistress's face. Those intense eyes scan the marks, and the kitsune even squats down to be eye-level with the human's side, fingers tracing each indentation.

“Ah, I'm sorry, mistress," the mage says, rubbing her arm. “She surprised me in the bath, and well, Tik Tik has been trying to get to you through me."

“Has she?" Jun says, biting her lip. She presses her snout up against the human, her nose and mouth rubbing against that soft side.

“Aa… m… mistress what? Ah…" Camillia leans back against the wall, her hands curling against the soft swirling wallpaper.

The kitsune opens her mouth, letting hot air brush against the woman's delicate human skin. She drags that breath along from one side to the other, where she opens her mouth, fingers digging into Camillia's sides.

Camellia's toes curl against her shoes, and the woman gulps, tilting her head back, closing her eyes, her breath coming out in a stuttering moan.

“P… please," she huffs out. “I… I'm sorry I made you wait for so long. I… It is my fault that I let that… that kobold get the better of me."

Jun growls, standing back up, letting her teeth drag just gently along her submissive's skin for a slight moment before she looks her eye-to-eye. “Flower," she says in that commanding voice.

Camillia yeeps, focusing straight upon Jun.

Jun holds Camillia's chin in her palm, brushing her lip with a thumb. “You need more discipline if I'm ever going to trust you on such a faraway journey again. We shall begin shortly."

“Y… yes mistress."

Jun leans in, tilting her face as she breathes husky words. “First lesson…"

“Y… yes mistress?"

“Do not blame yourself for falling to Tik Tik's schemes. Love yourself for coming back to me."

With that, she latches her lips together, the human submissive squeaking and then sighing into the mouth of the dominatrix.

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Jun holds onto the kiss with her submissive for a long while, allowing her tongue to savor the human woman who melts into her grasp as she always does. She strokes along Camillia's back, enjoying the familiar sensation of how her flower quivers under her touch and reveling in the relief of the sounds of her squeaking gasps rising up from her chest and out her mouth and nose.

The kitsune pulls back, a small trail of their shared saliva bridging between the two for a moment before breaking and landing upon the alabaster skin of her beloved Flower. The vulpine mistress licks her lips, rubbing her thumb over those lovely lips of her Flower, and she chuckles just a bit before she speaks up. “Now, then, how are you feeling?"

Camillia watches her mistresses through hazy and half-lidded eyes, swallowing her apprehension and nodding, her head resting against the wall of the simple room. “I… I'm so happy, M-mistress."

“That's good," Jun responds, fingers flitting downward over the human's neck. “You've made me wait so long, though it isn't your fault. I've felt that absence and desired to fill it." She leans in, lapping at the sensitive flesh.

Camillia tilts her head, granting her mistress more access.

“I've been worried about you, day in and day out," Jun says, wrapping her arms around the naked woman, pulling her in close by the small of her back.

Camillia bites her lip.

“The clients I've had couldn't distract me from the longing in my heart."

Camillia exhales through her nose.

“None of them could ever give me what you can," Jun says, embracing and petting her pet, getting lower and lower with each stroke.

Camellia moans for her mistress, filling the demiplane cube.

“All the clients in the world cannot satisfy me," Jun continues. “Never like you can. You are all I shall ever need."

Camillia squirms, her hands reaching up and tapping her mistress upon the shoulders for a moment before finally holding onto her. She supports herself on the leadership of her mistress, but she whines and says, “I left because of what you wanted, my mistress. My journey to gather your wolpertinger and the friends I made along the way. What about all that effort, all that, ah!"

Jun's fingers trail around Camillia's side and down under her navel, sliding over her pelvic mound and down between her lips, pressing against the needy petals of desire.

The kitsune matches her lover's eyes, that stern look melting into a relieved yet dominant smile. “I have them here where I need them, and you've done your work. But succeed or fail, you returning would be a blessing."

“I… I would never wish to, ah, fail you… M… mistress!"

Fingers curl up, entering into her submissive, delving in and splitting up, her thumb slinking upward to play at her sensitive button.

“Your voice is like a soothing song, my flower," Jun says. “Your movements are a provocative dance. And I know that I'm the only one who can make you move and sing this way. Nothing is like you in this world, and you are mine."

Camillia's eyes roll back as she leans over the fox, her hair falling over her face and her body quivering in the excitement injecting into every fiber of her being. And, as she holds onto her mistress, she speaks.

“M… muh, mistress… S… surely, y… you wouldn't… t-treat me the same… if I fuh-failed?"

“So much talk," Jun says, fingers swirling around, curling up, hitting the spots she knows. “Why not just enjoy yourself and not worry about anything? It's beginning to bother me."

Camellia peers down with one eye at her mistress. She gasps at the sight of fingers delving into her and her body's stimulation, watching the reds of Jun's fingers disappear into her body. She spreads her lips wide and exhales. “W… what about you? Y-you're not acting like you-yourself, muh-mistress!"

Jun's tails whip up and down as she focuses on that body and the wondrous movements and sounds, but she grits her teeth. “Tonight, you shall scream as you did the first night we met, and then--"

“Crabcake!"

The mistress recoils from the word, stepping back instantly, removing her fingers, and hanging her drenched digits aside from herself. She holds herself with poise, the fire in her eyes dimming as a frown spreads over her face. Her tails fluff up, and her ears droop.

The human lays against the wall, taking a moment to take a few deep breaths and to get back to her uneven footing. “I… I apologize," she begins, “But I must know what's been bothering you. Before we can go any further, I must address how you've been behaving."

Jun plops down on the edge of the bed, crossing one leg over the other, gripping onto the mattress. “I suppose I can hide things from you no longer. What is it you wish to know?"

“Ever since I got here, you've been acting strange. It's not because of my success in capturing a wolpertinger for you." Camillia says this, stroking her chin and pacing through the room. “Then, there's really only one thing it can be."

Jun cringes.

“It has to be because I brought along Ti-huh?"

As she speaks, a faint rumble reverberates in the chamber. A moment later, Camellia falls face-first against Jun, who tumbles backward into the wall, the ceiling, and the other wall as the dimensional space they occupy spins and shakes beyond their control!

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Tik Tik steps out into the crisp night air, hands on her hips and taking in a nice, big whiff. “Smell that?" Tik Tik says. “It smell like nightlife!"

Ayda waddles out of the bathhouse, her nose wrinkling. “It smells so different out here.

“Less wildlife," Tik Tik says, scratching her nose. “Even villages and towns have nearby forests and such. Here, the smell is people, all the time! When people, there fun, yep yep!"

“Yes, fun," Ayda says, looking downward. “Tik Tik, I have a question."

Tik Tik spins around on one foot, hopping in place to stop herself. “Yes, yes?"

“The way you talk to people is so strange. You just have this confidence, and you can just ask them for sexy times."

Tik Tik snickers. “Is that something Ayda interested in?"

The wolpertinger bites her lip, taking in a deep breath. “I, well, really don't think so, but I'm not sure."

“Maybe Tik Tik show you how works?" The kobold says, giggling and skipping off down the street. “Come. New friend's inn this way. Maybe stay here, see big-boobied adventurer lady for fun night, ye?"

Ayda squeaks and rushes off after Tik Tik, lifting her borrowed dress carefully to allow herself to run without tripping over herself.

As they proceed through the streets, the two receive the odd look and the occasional whisper. Tik Tik continues to trot along while Ayda scurries behind her, huddling behind the small kobold.

“No need be scared," Tik Tik says, looking over her shoulder. “You with Tik Tik. Everything be good, remember?"

“It's all so different when it's people," Ayda says, whispering. “People do bad things."

Tik Tik frowns, placing a hand on Ayda's shoulder. “No worry. We get you someplace safe and relax for night. There. We cut through alley. Nice and dark. Scary people no see us, yes? Come on!" Tik Tik scampers off into the darkness, leaving Ayda to yelp and walk behind the kobold.

Though Tik Tik maneuvers the uneven cobblestones like a professional, Ayda's dress catches onto one of the rough stones and her footsteps onto something soft, wet, and slippery.

She falls tits first onto the ground, groaning a moment. Looking over her shoulder, she sees a wet towel by her feet. She cringes slightly, turning her gaze back to her front, only to notice something in her eyesight: a small box, smaller than her hands. She grabs it, lifting it up. When she does, tiny sparks of magical energy dissipate.

“Hm… what's this?"

She crawls up to her feet, rolling the cube around in her hands. “Huh… it's pretty."

Tik Tik chirps from the opposite end of the alleyway, her form silhouetted by the tavern's light behind her.

“Ah, coming!" The wolpertinger cries, stuffing the small cube into the bosom of her dress.

Tik Tik giggles when her companion joins her and ushers her into the tavern. The smells and sounds of alcohol-induced camaraderie waft through every pore. The kobold pats the wolpertinger on the cheek and says. “Ayda should take notes." And with that, Tik Tik hops onto an unoccupied stool next to a grizzled veteran type, and she slaps her hand on the table.

“Tik Tik know owner! She big sexy lady with big tits and sense of humor!"

The jovial bartender slides on over, roaring with laughter. “That sounds like Maddie, alright. But she isn't here right now."

“Tik Tik know!" the kobold says, her tail slapping against the stool. “Maddie at bath house right now and say Tik Tik should come here. No money right now, though, but got account with Grand Caravan. Want room and meaty snacks for two sexy ladies!"

The bartender leans over to the side, seeing Ayda standing there, poking her fingers together, and he whistles. “Well, now, that's certainly a claim. Let me get the paperwork, and we can whip up for the two of ya."

Tik Tik winks and adds. “If got any company for ladies like us, Tik Tik might want, ah, never mind." She says this, spinning around on the stool, smiling a wide, wide grin. “Tik Tik think we don't need that tonight."

“Suit yourself, miss." The bartender says, handing her a paper and quill. With a flick of her wrist, she animates the writing utensil, scribbling her name and account information down. She snatches the key from the tender's hand with the same magic, hopping off the stool.

Spinning the key on her finger, Tik Tik looks over her shoulder, winking. “Send the food up with cutest server. No matter what got packin'." She says this, walking past Ayda and hooking her tail around the wolpertinger's waist. “Come, come," she chirps. “Time relax and enjoy!"

The room itself is not the most luxurious. Like every inn room in a friendly city, there are the necessary elements of reasonable comfort, including a bed, a wash basin, a chair, a desk, and shelves. Like most rooms in such establishments, they are meant for creatures much taller than Tik Tik or Ayda, but that doesn't slow the kobold down.

Tik Tik slips out of her beige loaner clothing with no build-up or issue, tossing them aside, letting them float over to drape over the chair.

She springs up and lands face-down on the bed, absorbing the cold fabric into her skin. “Aaah…. No more sleep outside for Tik Tik. Comfort and bedtimes forever and ever!"

Ayda shifts a moment, holding onto her own dress. “Did you want me to undress, Tik Tik?"

Tik Tik pokes up her head, spinning around on her stomach and resting her cheeks in her palms. She kicks her feet up and swishes her tail back and forth. “That up to Ayda!" Tik Tik says. “Ayda, comfortable sleep nakie or with clothes?"

“You… never asked me that before," Ayda says. “Not during our trip, and you slept in your clothes as well."

Tik Tik pushes herself to sit up, resting one cheek on her knuckles. “Ayda need learn something about Tik Tik. Sometimes need be pragmatic. Sometimes, Tik Tik just very, very horny." When she says this, she flutters her eyes, growling gently into the room. “And Tik Tik tell Ayda have lots stress need go away."

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Ayda blanches at the kobold's quick and direct approach, shifting and squirming where she stands. “I… I guess I have a lot of stress," the wolpertinger admits. “My whole life is like that."

“Tik Tik know one thing that make Ayda not so stressed. Makes her forget every trouble she has in the world."

“Ah? Yes, there is, but, well, I couldn't ask you."

“Can't you?" Tik Tik asks, tilting her head, chuckling gently, sitting on the edge of the bed, kicking her feet. “No need be shy. Tik Tik want teach Ayda comfort and confidence! Ayda going to exciting new life. Working with Mistress Jun. Tik Tik is sure to do all the fun and sexy things with her."

Ayda takes a deep breath and approaches the bed, clambering to it and sitting beside the naked kobold. “D… do you think she'll take good care of me?" Ayda says, digging her heels into the mattress. “I used to be, ah…."

“A slave?" Tik Tik asks.

Ayda lowers her head.

A reassuring pat on the head and ruffling of her hair wakes the wolpertinger up from nightmares of a dark laboratory. She can't bring herself to look at Tik Tik as the kobold speaks, but she leans into the patting hand, the tension in her body still dissipating.

“Tik Tik once was slave. Long, long story," the kobold says. Got tricked but worked way out of it using what Tik Tik has best. Ayda know what is?"

The wolpertinger shrugs, but after a moment, she adds. “Your sexiness."

Tik Tik barks, falling back onto the bed, kicking her feet in the air. “Hehe, no, but, yes, yes, but not what Tik Tik mean. Come, lay down."

Ayda falls back, laying aside the kobold.

“Tik Tik use head!" The kobold says, tapping her forehead. “Ayda have that too." She says, pressing a finger between the wolpertinger's eyes.

Ayda's sad eyes cross as she looks up toward that finger. “My head?"

“And body. Ayda have that very much," Tik Tik says, licking her lips. “Tik Tik want make Ayda feel good tonight before say goodbye for a time."

Ayda sighs, “Tik Tik," she whispers. “How often do you want to touch, play with, and do all sorts of things to me? I, well, it…."

“Go on," Tik Tik says, keeping her hand on the bed now, inching away from the wolpertinger.

“It feels good, but… but it reminds me that I have no control, and I'm being taken from one situation to another. Even if Camellia says I'll be treated well and paid and given a home and loved, I won't be able to do what I want when I want."

Tik Tik giggles. “It called having a job. Tik Tik has job too, but if Ayda want do what Ayda want, why not ask? Tik Tik ask a lot. Tik Tik not afraid hear 'no.'"

Ayda bites her lip, pushing herself up. “It's that simple?"

Tik Tik shrugs, rolling onto her back., resting her head in her arms, and crossing one leg over the other. Her flat chest rises and falls in calm motion.

Ayda, sitting silently, brings her knees up to her chest. She rests her chin upon her dress for a moment, sitting there silently for a time. When the words finally come out, they are direct but soft.

“What was that?" Tik Tik says?" her eyes are closed, and she rests her hands upon her belly, rolling her head back and forth upon the bed.

“I said I wanna see your tits," Ayda says, glancing away, burying her lower face against her legs.

“Ayda's wish is Tik Tik's command," the kobold says.

Ayda whips around, mouth agape, catching sight of the kobold, clapping her hands together. Tik Tik presses her hands upon the soft scales of her underbelly, up to her flat pecks. Magical energy swirls up her arms and fingertips, spreading through her form. When she opens her eyes, they glow with arcane power.

She pulls her arms away and flings them back to the mattress, and as they leave, her chest expands to follow them, forming in the center perky nipples that stiffen in the brisk air. The newly-minted breasts lay flat against her chest.

“Tada," Tik Tik says. “Titties for Ayda, because she asked! You likey lieaaa!?"

Ayda hops right onto Tik Tik rolling on top of her, her rump high up in the air, wiggling about just as she buries her face between those fantastic titties.

Tik Tik giggles and places her hands on the back of the wolpertinger's head, placing a playful kiss upon her hair. “Watch for horns!" Tik Tik says, tilting her neck to get out of the way of those antlers that swing wildly as the wolpertinger's face nuzzles against those warm and scaly orbs.

Ayda pulls her head free, her hands moving to squeeze, roll, press and fondle those tits. “I just… I just love them, breasts, I mean. I can't… get enough!"

“Tik Tik sees," Tik Tik says. “Soon, Ayda, try make move on inn owner friend, yes?"

Ayda puffs her cheeks out, her hands resting on the nipple tips of Tik Tik's mounds.

“No need be worried, Ayda," Tik Tik says. “You got this. Make Tik Tik feel good, then ask innkeeper next time you see her. Worst she do is say no, yes?"

“I… I guess," Ayda mopes gently.

“Something the matter?"

Ayda pulls her hands away, letting Tik Tik's nipples spring out. “Just… let me enjoy these for now."

“Oh, Tik Tik be quiet, then," The kobold says, mimicking a button over her lips.

The wolpertinger shakes her head and says. “Oh, I want you to be as loud as you want, Tik Tik," and as she finishes that thought, she leans in, rolls out her tongue, and gives that nipple a nice, big lick.

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As their little transdimensional hideaway becomes a tumbling nightmare, Mistress Jun wraps her arms around Camellia, letting gravity make the harshest of attacks upon her own body. The floor becomes a wall, and the wall becomes the ceiling, and the ceiling becomes the floor, but the furniture that comes with the portable bedroom remains fixed in place. Jun sighs in relief when she hits what was once the ceiling, holding her submissive close to her with not even a pillow falling upon their body, only to curse her luck when she slams against the drawers when the wall becomes the floor!

Jun lay on her back, groaning and letting her arms flop off of her submissive and dangle off the edge of the dresser. Camellia curls up to the kitsune, shaking her shoulders. “Mistress! Please, wake up! Oh, please, you're too great to be easily hurt by such an unprecedented mph!?"

A finger presses against Camellia's lips. “Are you alright, Flower?"

Camellia shuffles out of the way, scooting off the dresser and onto the wall. “I'm fine, mistress. Do not worry about me. You're the one who has taken most of the hits from our tumbling, I'm sure. But, what exactly happened?"

Jun staggers to her feet, claws clicking on the wall as she leans, pressing her palms against her back, letting out a protracted groan but concluding that no damage was done. “I'm not entirely sure," the sorceress responds. She hesitates to step too far away, her hand nearing her submissive.

“I'm fine. Don't worry about me," Camellia says, picking herself up, her hands wrapped around her chest.

“There is clothing in the drawers and the, well," she glances up, eying the opposite wall where the closet sits. “The drawers should do for now. Meanwhile, let me investigate the exit runes."

Jun places her hand against the far wall, still a wall in this configuration, and she closes her eyes. Her tails flick up, magical energy flowing through her body and toward her fingertips. The markings she placed here are still in place. “They're not working," she mutters to herself.

“Mistress?"

“Oh, yes, sorry, Camellia," Jun says, tracing along the marks. “Nothing to be worried about. It seems we've been taken somewhere by some ignorant fool or kicked around on the street. No need to worry." She smiles as she turns around.

Camellia had not yet picked out what garments she should wear. She sets some underthings aside in the drawer as she reaches in and gropes around for other clothes.

“Well, we should go as quickly as possible!" Camellia says.

“No need to rush now," Jun says, stepping up. She steps onto the drawer, leaning on her lifted knee, smirking at the human. “After all, we are still here and still together and still safe."

With her free wrist, she flicks away the underwear Camellia holds. The human hops up to attention, dropping the drawer, her face burning red.

“Come over here," Jun says, pointing to the floor behind her.

Camellia scurries around the dresser and stands behind her mistress, hands behind herself now, letting the kitsune examine her body again.

Jun strokes underneath Camellia's chin, tilting her head up, so they look eye-to-eye.

Camellia parts her lips, the words not coming out immediately. A reassuring coo from her beloved mistress urges her forward. “Does this mean we can finally talk about what's been bothering you?"

Jun strokes up Camellia's cheek and down to her lips. A moment passes, of sweet contemplation, both of Camellia's wondrous form and also of the question at hand. “Later," Jun coos, adding, “Over dinner."

Camellia's breath slows down and shudders. The fox slips her fingers down to the human's chin and pushes the woman's jaw, coaxing her upwards.

Camellia's confidence melts away as the mistress she knows and loves controls her.

Tails swish hypnotically as hands slide down over her body.

New words pass Camellia's lips. “I've… I've counted each and every day to come back to see you. It drove me wild not being in contact with my mistress."

A lovelier growl passes through Jun's teeth. “I've counted the hours, flower."

Fingers slip down over Camellia's collar, rolling over her breasts.

“Ayda," Camellia begins, making the kitsune pause a moment, “is such an amateur. Her… touch is merely to provide herself with delight, and not like how yours makes every bump of flesh quiver in joy."

A finger swirls over a nipple, stiffening the thing with its teasing touch.

Camellia draws in her breath through her teeth as the finger flicks over the stimulated sensitive nub.

“You are the most brilliant mind in the city, no, the world!"

Jun's other hand slips down, brushing past her navel. “What have you missed the most about me, my flower?"

Camellia watches with half-lidded eyes. “You're so soft, muh-mistress. Your warmth and your fur and your caring mind—all of these things I could not have.

Even in my most unsuccessful of missions, I could return to you with but a thought. But, with Ayda in tow, I could not. I had to wait to see you, to hear your voice. To touch you."

“You wish to touch me?"

“Yes!" Camellia gasps.

“You may."

Camellia steps forward, wrapping her arms around Jun, nuzzling against her chest, hands gripping her back. It is that dark outfit of hers—that sign of her power—that she touches, and not the fluffy body of the woman underneath, but still, she holds tight and does not let go.

“I've missed this," Jun says, one hand wrapping around her, holding onto the small of her back.

But the other hand travels further downward, fingers walking along her body and between Camellia's legs. They shall continue to demonstrate just how much she missed her beloved submissive.

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As Jun's hands claim and explore Camellia's familiar and beloved bodyscape, the kitsune's mouth presses to the human's. Sure enough, Camellia's tension is all-but-gone, the desire to probe the mistress's concerns forgotten as her own personal needs are met by the authority and dignity of the mistress's strong and sure hold.

The submissive grinds against the fingers that curl up and find themselves more than teasing at her petals, her breath arriving at Jun's pointed ears in soft yet high-pitched sighs.

“So eager," Jun comments.

“Your hands are masterful, mistress. I could experience them as an l-lover; n-not a client is beyond my station."

Jun's nose nudges against Camellia's cheeks. “Praise me all you want, but never disparage yourself, flower." Her fingers speed up, the way that Camellia's most sensitive region is well known to the kitsune. The intricacies of movement that stimulate the most unladylike of sounds are secrets long since unlocked by the dexterous movements of the vulpine beauty.

“I would never treat you like a client—like one of those people seeking release from their day-to-day with harsh words and harsher actions."

She responds with a moan.

“After all, I know exactly what you love, my Flower. Why ruin you when I can appreciate you."

“Aah…"

“Of course, what's a playful punishment here or there?"

“Y… yes…"

“You succeeded in your mission, and the wait has made me desire you in more ways than I thought possible."

She presses the woman against the wall, which was once the ceiling, and she growls with a dominant delight, but that is s rough as she slips down, licking over the woman's neck.

Camellia's eyes flutter back, her glasses so askew. She clings to her mistress, breathing in panting heaves. “I don't deserve this!" she exclaims. “I deserve more punishment for my failures, for being chased by thieves, and for letting my guard down."

With her mouth around Camellia's throat, Mistress Jun lets out a yelp, a mix of a confused dog and a shocked chirp. She pulls from her sighing and whimpering submissive, narrowing her eyes. “What do you mean, 'chased by thieves.'"

Camellia's face turns red as her hands move away from Jun and press against the ceiling wall. She smiles with an impish grin and shakes her head. “I… I'm sorry. Maybe, we can discuss that during dinner?"

Jun scowls, but only for a moment. The next moment, she scoops her hand under her submissive's legs and lifts her up. Camellia grabs onto her mistress, a full-on embrace of arms and legs as she loses all of her anchoring to the topsy-turvy world around her.

“Oh, you are being cheeky, aren't you?" Jun says, squeezing her beloved flower, enjoying that warmth, even through her clothing.

“Something the matter, mistress?" Camellia asks, pouting. “It's only fair, and I am pretty hungry.

“Hungry, are you?" the vixen says, leaning in and whispering these last few words into her ear. “Then, perhaps, I can find us something special to eat in due course and discuss the issues at play."

That giggle from Camellia is the soft mattress of Jun's own bed after a night of pleasuring others. While the bed of this room is off-limits to them in this current configuration, she makes the best of the situation by bringing herself to her knees and laying her Flower down upon the wall floor.

“Mistress, but I really am hungry. It has been a long and tiring, ah!"

Gloves trail up thighs, pushing them apart. The vulpine woman crawls up between those alabaster delights to get down to the Flower's flower. The canid tongue slips out, lapping over the sensitive skin.

Camellia tilts her head back, hands stretching as they can to grip her mistress's hood, gulping, and relenting, finally. “Ah, yes… w-well, ah…! The reason we were so delayed i-is that other wa-aaanted Ayda. T-they hired s-some professionaaalas to t-take her-eeer!"

Jun lifts up, growling, licking her lips. “So, there is someone else on the market. And they knew exactly where to find you, did they?" She strokes her chin, contemplating, while her other hand rubs Camellia, letting her sighs help her thought process.

“I… I don't, mm, know. I was as… as careful as I could, mmm be, b-but, I didn't expect to run into…. Tiiii-iiiik! Aaah!?"

Jun resumes her oral ministrations, her nose pressing against the most sensitive areas while her tongue plays and dances as it may. The mechanical action of bringing pleasure guides the mistress's mind through the ideas. Is it possible that this is some elaborate trick engineered by Tik Tik? Could there be other forces at play that seek to sabotage the kobold?

It's possible.

But it's not something to concern herself with.

Sweet sounds rise from the warm, smooth body of her perfect flower, and all concerns going through Jun wafted away. There are no secrets when the two of them are together, and there are no fears or anxieties. It is just the mistress and her Flower, which is all that matters in the long run.

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Back at the inn room, Ayda hungrily works her hands and mouth upon Tik Tik's newly transformed tits, pulling herself away a moment, sitting upon the kobold with lust shining in those sad eyes.

“What Ayda gonna do?" Tik Tik asks, growling in anticipation, this magical mistress eager for the lewd explorations to come.

“I'm… I'm going to do the best I can!" Ayda says, grabbing that dress and lifting it over her head, even getting it over her horns without so much as a snag.

The kobold gasps at the wolpertinger's presentation.

But she also gasps when the oddly heavy cube falls right upon her chest, glowing with arcane power.