After a few moments more, Faust finally broke the hug. "Much as I would like to continue, my dear, I believe you have a date."
Ah… crap.
"Yeah, I do. Any chance you have anything to make me… warmer?" I asked, chagrinned.
She 'tut tut'ed. "This is something you really ought to be able to manage on your own, Lyle. As a Demon, you have no small amount of magical ability yourself, and a Slime should have some semblance of sway over this anyway. However, I know that as an Alp, you lack instinctual control, and I do appreciate your reliance on me, even for these simple matters…"
I hadn't really thought about that. I'd been pretty wrapped up in the significant physical aspects of my monsterizaton, but other things had changed too. I'd never had much magical potential before. It was a lot to handle at once.
"Do you maybe have something like what you did for Blackberry?" I asked her.
"I do, rather, I will momentarily. It is a simple thing to create, however…" she paused, looking me in the eye, "I would request you pay attention to the way it feels to use. It will not last long, and while once or twice to help you out is no trouble, I cannot set aside my own projects to micromanage your temperature indefinitely, my love."
"I understand," I said. And really, I did. Faust was pushing the bounds of possibility, and somehow I doubted 'warm something up' was anything more than a cantrip, for her.
She turned slightly, and held out a hand behind her towards the table she'd been working at. A small glass ball shot out of the detritus on one of her workstations, coming to a quick stop in her hand. By the time she brought it around to me, it was already slightly glowing, lit from inside by a yellowish red light. Not orange, somehow. It registered to me as yellow and red. The warmth of summer, the flash of fire. Magic, I guess.
"Thanks, Sally."
"It is no trouble, dear heart," She turned away, but then turned back, and eyebrow raised, "However, a question?"
"Yeah?"
"I believe I instructed you to strip. Why keep your panties on? Are you truly so embarrassed by your body?"
I looked down.
"Ugh. These damn things again. What is their problem?" It was her pink frilly underthings again, back to haunt me. I started to take them off, manually. "They keep showing up. I think they're stuck in my head. I used to picture you in them all the time, they're the ones I caught you in by accident, remember?"
"I recognize them, yes. You can't simply dissolve them?" She asked, curious.
"No. They have a mind of their own, somehow."
She took in a sharp breath, but didn't say anything.
I tossed them aside, Faust's eyes following them closely as I did.
"They're still there," she said, and she sounded nervous.
"They'll disappear in a minute or two. It helps if I put something else on." I called up my flesh tone panties, as well as the wrapping I'd been using to tame my chest somewhat. As an Alp, I wasn't that big, though there was a chance that'd change as I got used to things. Either way, feeling my chest shaking all the time was distracting, especially with the sensitivity they had. Once they were secure, I called my robes up, and watched as the pink panties finally deigned to boil away.
"You said you 'used to' picture me in them?" Faust asked.
"…Yeah, back before all this. Hard not to. I always liked you." She beamed at me. "It's a fantasy that's been coming back lately, though. Not sure why, when you're right here, available, and naked to boot."
Her smile faded some, and that nervous look was back.
"Maybe it'd go away if you tried them on?" I mused. "Like singing a song to get it unstuck from your head. I'm sure you'd look great."
"Ah… I'm not certain I still have them; I will have to see."
Oh. Yeah, I don't know why that didn't occur to me.
I nodded. "If not, maybe we can find a replica somewhere? I really like them on you. Fond memories." Her eyes darted down to my hands, then back to my face.
"Sally, are you okay? You're acting kinda odd."
She nodded curtly, turning back towards her table, and floating away.
"I will see you later, Lyle," she said, over her shoulder.
Huh. Alright then. I guess she did say she was busy. Not only with the Mummy's curse, but I guess she wants to be a Foxfire ghost thing too? I forget what they were called. Kitsune-something.
There were some things for me to consider, too, as I left the room, closing the door. Just because her ideas had stemmed from misunderstanding didn't make them useless. For one, I liked the idea of being able to float effortlessly, like Faust could, and mastering Dark Energy sounded really helpful. I don't know what I'd do with it myself, but Faust would definitely benefit. That we'd need a husband first was… unfortunate, but that, or something similar, was coming eventually, like it or not. Either way, incorporating Dark Matter traits would be something to do after she'd killed me, since I doubted becoming vaguely elemental would make it any easier.
It was entirely possible I could fly already, though, if I managed to work out how to use my wings. For now, they mostly stayed folded up around my legs, a little like a skirt. As for getting a Slime core from a Dark Slime… it might help me control my form better, if nothing else. The rest…? About the only other thing I agreed with was becoming better to eat. Something about that was so appealing I didn't even care that Humpty Egg jelly, at least, would mostly benefit my future… husband. I should be the most delicious food anyone's ever had. I should be all they want to eat! I should be-!
…I should be getting to the bath house.
Akubra was already there when I walked in, over by one of the private baths. So much the better, I didn't like the big one anyway. I tossed the glass sphere up into the air, catching it again in the other hand. That was when I noticed I was holding those stupid panties again. How long had I been doing that? Ugh. I dropped them to the ground, and focused on pulling the glass sphere inside myself. I ought to be able to use it just as well in there as out here.
"Hey, sorry to keep you waiting." I said.
She turned and looked my way, smiling, though to say she looked at me would be to ignore the way she always had that far-off look in her eye. She was still willowy as always, but having stripped bare, it was easy to see she was actually a little too thin. She didn't look like she ate very often. Almost sickly. She was also freckled, like Amy was, and not just with her tiny mushrooms. It was odd seeing her without her hat on, though she had it in her hands instead. She was using it like a basket, and it looked like it was full of things like soaps and oils. Her hair, much more visible with hat in hand, was greenish brown.
"Are you okay?" I asked, "You look… have you eaten?"
She seemed to ignore my question, responding instead to what I'd said first. "One waits as long as one must for her family to arrive, and is happy when they do. Your first time is very important, you know. Doing everything you can to make it perfect, make it mean something can be difficult, but it's worthwhile. Whatever sacrifices you make in the meantime are worth it."
"I'm excited too, but I didn't leave you waiting that long, did I? I tried to be quick."
"You arrived as fast as you could, and in the best way, but… I must admit the wait felt like years. Although, I know for certain you had good reason, truly, I nearly came to hunt you down myself."
"I'm really sorry, Akubra, I was talking to Faust about our bath. I promise it'll be worth the wait. …But you have eaten, right? At least, I fed you recently. I… know I can't do that anymore, but you must have something worked out in town, right?"
She smiled at me. "It warms my heart to hear you so concerned for me, so very worth the wait. There are services in town for feeding those without husband at hand, it's true. I know of one I am eager to show you. But… I could hardly use them myself while I knew I was waiting for you, could I?"
"I… guess not?" It would've been kinda odd if she ran off for a quick meal right before our bath. "But if you were really that hungry, I'd've understood."
Her smile widened, a little. "So kindhearted. But I have my tea. Sustenance enough for the wait. Though… perhaps we can see that restaurant together soon?"
I grimaced. "That's something I'm going to need to think about, yeah. If… If you know a good place, that's better than running around blindly."
"Splendid. It's a date."
Despite myself, I couldn't help but smile at that.
It was when I opened the door to the private room, though, that the grin slid off my face.
"Oh right. These things."
The tub in the room was something like cast iron, although given I thought that was bad for fairies, I doubted that was what it actually was. It was well made, all one piece, artisanal work, intricately carved, sized for two, and smooth as butter inside.
It was also ugly and dumb.
"Akubra, give me a hand, would you?" I leaned down against the tub and shoved. It was heavy, but with her help I pushed it against the wall, getting the stupid thing out of the way.
"You deserve much better." I said, grumpily. At least this one I could move. Although… the other one didn't bother me as much, for whatever reason, except for how much it could hold.
She stepped back, and I closed my eyes, focusing. I pictured a tub much like the one we'd moved just now, actually, but it was better, I was better. I felt my clothing begin to shift and slide, slowly oozing down into shape. It was hard work, making the curve of the bowl, the intricate little carvings, the little feet that kept it at a nice height, and off of the ground.
I managed it though, and when I opened my eyes, proud as could be, I was sitting on my knees in a real tub, not that shitty imitator. Akubra clapped excitedly, and I beamed at her.
She set her hat down on a small table in the room, and reached into it, pulling out a bottle of translucent, oily, red-brown liquid.
"What's that?" I asked.
"Jasmine tea oil," She replied, "I'm afraid I never bathe without it. You don't mind? The smell is divine once it's steeped into the water. Very relaxing."
That made a startling amount of sense. Of course she bathed in tea, why wouldn't she?
I started to nod, but that reminded me. "Right, the water."
This part should be easy. I change how liquid I am all the time.
I closed my eyes again, picturing the tub filling up with a slick, purple liquid, bubbling, warm, and soupy.
The tub started to fill, but then wobbled, only to collapse in on itself, and I fell flat on my ass, splashing all over the room.
"Shit." I said, pulling myself back together. "I'm… not sure I can do this. Me, the tub, the water, the temperature… it's too much. I can't hold it."
Akubra knelt down, cupping my chin in her hand. That was nice. Nice enough to cut through the pout I was developing. "You'll succeed sooner or later, Lyle, I know it."
"Yeah... I… Maybe. But… I've made you wait long enough." I took in a deep breath, bracing myself. "Let's… Fuck. Let's move the tub back. I'd rather be the water, if I have to choose."
"We should fuck, yes, although… we can leave the tub there, I think. I have my own I prefer to use, if you're sure."
Heh.
I got up, following her to one of the other private rooms. At least I wouldn't be submitting to that tub. It was dumb and ugly.
She opened the door, and inside, well…
I don't know what I was expecting her tub to look like, but a giant tea cup wasn't it. Which was silly, because of course that's what it would be. It looked like a tight fit for two, but I didn't mind that at all.
I stepped up into the teacup, trying not to hate it too much for having been her favorite bath, since I still needed it for now. I closed my eyes again, focusing once more on that slick, purple liquid, bubbling, warm, and soupy. This time, it came easily, and I sunk down in to a full cup of boiling hot tea up to my 'hips'.
The whole room smelled like jasmine, deeply floral, and I soon found out why, because rather than the little oil bottle she'd brought, Akubra took a pot off a small stove burner, and poured the contents into me. The feeling was hard to describe. Sort of like how, when you'd eaten something extremely hot and filling, like a large bowl of fresh pasta, you could feel it filling your stomach through the heat radiating out, and coursing through your body.
"Did you brew this?" I asked. "The taste is incredible~"
She let out a pleased hum, but that was all. She emptied her hat of its contents, putting it back on her head. She grabbed something off the small table, where she'd store all the bits and bobs, and she stepped up into the cup. Having her legs inside me was just as entrancing as I'd expected, it was everything I wanted. I'd done this a little with Amy, in the heat of the moment, but Akubra was asking for it.
I immediately went to work, cleaning sweat and grime, scrubbing away at the dead skin between her toes, and as much as I sort of wanted it to feel weird, alien, and unsettling, it was instead so, so right. Parts of me that were entirely liquid licked at the souls of her feet, eliciting a pleased, surprised gasp, before she controlled herself.
"It's been some time since I shaved my legs, Lyle."
I didn't to hear any more than that. Her desires were obvious to me, I could taste them nearly as clearly as the salt of her sweat, the oddly umami flavors of her mushrooms as I polished them too, and the warm, safe feeling of her skin. I went to work, diving into her pores with a mind I hadn't realized was able to distinguish each and every one, lovingly clearing away any dirt before it could blemish her skin, and relishing the permission to clear the hair away as well, because it had a taste I doubt anyone else would have caught, so sugary and light, airy and fluffy like a spider's web.
"Mmmm… Good girl, Lyle."
I shuddered uncontrollably, my body briefly c o m i n g a p a r t. She was pleased with me. That was everything.
I barely pulled myself together again, breathing deeply, feeling so amazing I wanted to scream, but this wasn't about me, I was here for her to use.
Baths.
Didn't.
Scream.
She grabbed me by my halo-like circular horn, which circled my head just above my hair like a crown, and she gently pulled me up, higher and higher till I was level with her. As she lifted her hand, I saw what she'd grabbed from the table, a tall, thick mushroom, bigger than any I'd ever seen, and I had an idea of what it was for.
"No, no…" I couldn't help but murmur from my mouths, as I kissed her everywhere I could reach, "Let me, let me, use me me me!"
"Oh I will, sweetie, I promise. But first… I grew this just for you, plucked from my own body and nurtured with care, and you simply must be hungry by now~, so… open wide, Lyle."
My mouth hung open thoughtlessly, disobedience a foreign concept to me now. I would serve her however she wanted me, it was so fulfilling.
She hummed happily, moving the mushroom out of view. "Good girl, Lyle."
I burbled and shook, but managed to stay standing, probably only because she still held me by my horn with her other hand.
"But no self-respecting Mamono eats with their mouth~"
My eyes widened, and I came back to myself just in time to feel the mushroom, unnaturally rigid, press its way inside me in a way I was horrified to find absolutely delightful.
The horror, though, faded as fast as it rose, while the delight only swelled as it pressed further and further, shoving and pressing outward against every inch of my slimy, dripping vagina, while Akubra's hand teased at my outer folds so, so gently. I wanted to die. I wanted to live. I wanted this, whatever it was, forever and ever.
And that was only the first thrust.
They continued, and with each slow, torturous journey, the pleasure only increased, gradually as it slid in and out, and then by leaps and bounds, as Akubra's fingers came in reach of me again. Finally, after several glacial circuits, I'd had enough. I couldn't keep this wretched pace, and my hips started to rock of their own accord, slowly at first, pausing for Akubra's touch, but each time she pulled away, I came back faster and faster, just as hungry for her touch as I was for this indescribable fullness, until I was crashing into her fingers, moaning helplessly and incoherently.
Then, just when I felt like I was finally ready for release, she pulled her hand away, leaving the mushroom deep inside me. I let out an absolutely piteous sound.
She chuckled, but I only kept whining. She grabbed my hand leading it down to my crotch, and making me grasp the rod myself.
"I want this to special for the both of us, Lyle," she whispered, "so don't stop, or I'll get out of the bath."
Out? Get out!? But! But! I hadn't finished cleaning her yet!
"Oh? Then you'll have to make sure you take care of yourself, too. You can do that for me, can't you?"
I made a sound more like a squeal than an affirmation, but as I did my best to slowly, clumsily fuck myself with the odd… dildo, she let go of my horn, patting my head again. She lifted her toes so that her heels were all that touched the base of the tub, and with a slight backwards lean, gracefully slid down into the tub, submerging herself entirely.
I made sure to keep rhythm, though it was hard. Mmm… so incredibly hard~. Hah hah hah…
But there was something else to focus on, and I rallied myself. I was needed. I flowed across her body, scrubbing away hair, and grime, and little particles of random things, trees, fruits, buildings, and even strangers. I flowed into her ears, taking the wax, so bitter, but complex, her nose, which was clear, Mamono were rarely sick, her mouth, cleaning in between her every tooth and sealing every tiny wound, clearing away the blood as well. I took the time to caress her tongue, lovingly, gently, with several of my own, before flowing down her throat.
I kept thrusting. It was entrancing. It was so, so good. Wooow…
I wanted her everything. Her eyes, I cleared of crust, her nails, buffed and cleaned, Her belly button, even. I left nothing out. I flowed across her head, gently scouring her scalp, and coating each hair individually, consuming the dead ones, trimming the split ends, and clearing the way for new hairs to grow.
I was still humping the mushroom. I wasn't sure I could stop.
With nothing left to clean, I finally focused on pleasuring her, caressing her tits, teasing her nipples, and piecing her pussy and ass both, vibrating all the while. She thrashed and churned, but I could somehow tell it was ecstasy, not fear, and I redoubled my efforts, kissing and licking her everywhere I could fit a mouth. I met myself inside her at her stomach, and I finally filled her completely, spilling into her lungs, taking care to make sure she got the air she needed all the while.
I didn't want to stop. I wanted to fuck this thing. I loved it. It was the best thing I'd ever felt.
Her every inch conquered, I started in with the oil, massaging her everywhere with it. Inexpertly at first, but I could feel her every twitch, inside and out, and it didn't take me long to work out exactly how she wanted it, which motions to use where, how fast, and when to switch. I pampered her and it was the most spectacular privilege I'd ever been allowed, to worship her like this, to ruin every other definition of bathtime for the rest of her life, to make her need me to feel this again. She'd wanted this, and I would deliver it for her so completely that she'd never want anything else ever again.
Mine. I thrusted. Mine. And again. Mine. Again. Mine. Again. MINE.
She came freely, still writhing and twirling completely submerged, and I lapped it up, the sudden realization that I'd satisfied pushing me over the edge as well, coating the mushroom in slick goo-like cum, which it seemed eager to consume, while my screams of joy and loyalty echoed loudly in the tiny, enclosed room.
I sank down into the tub up to my shoulders, somehow still fucking myself with the mushroom, although I could only tell where my vagina was because it was being fucked, the rest of me, below my tits, was nothing but bathwater.
I brought Akubra up, resting her head on my chest.
She just made contented noises, as I lightly stroked at her across her body.
We laid like that a while, just enjoying the heat of the bath and our shared closeness, as well as a little masturbation, but eventually, she looked up at me, bleary-eyed. She opened her mouth, and I spilled out as she tried to speak. It was really, really cute. She was stuffed so full.
I took pity on her and cleared out a little, not knowing how to help her speak while never leaving, though I resolved to figure it out.
"Mmm… Lyle~ My hair? Brush? Please…" That seemed to be all she had the energy for, sinking back against my chest, but that was more than enough.
She needed me to brush her hair, so I did.
It was very simple to form something so small, and even easier to time the strokes of the brush with the strokes of the cock. She nuzzled into me, so helpless without me, but luckily, I was here to care for her.
Slowly, slowly, I drained the water back inside myself, coaxing her body across mine as it was revealed, and setting a bit of my slime from inside her against the end of the mushroom. Hardening it into more of a tentacle, as I thrust in, she felt it pull back, and the reverse as well, thrusting into her as the mushroom left my body. We stayed close enough to grind against each other too, and it was miraculous that I could somehow discover even deeper depths of pleasure like that, although the thrusts were lazy and cozy now, rather than frantic.
She bucked her hips slowly in rhythm with my own, still nuzzling my chest, as I spent a little time to form a towel from myself, and patted her dry, removing the excess jasmine tea oil, and finally getting to eat that too. It was exactly as good as I'd hoped, only nibbling at the edges of it, and when the last of it was gone, I let out a contented sigh.
I think that went pretty well.