Yet Another Fantasy 2.0/Chapter 8
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Chapter 8: Burg
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Leroy had done as Kena asked, and despite any worries, found out that Hana was hands off when she was working. “Someone’s hotwired this motor, forcing it to run at ten times its normal power,” the Mechanic said. “It’s fused some of the brass fittings and pipes, along with all the wires that carried power. I’ve no idea what they thought they were doing… it’s also burned out half the power stored in these crystals, so we’ll have to replace them. We can use these in something that needs a lower power load… do you understand?”
Leroy had to get the older girl to repeat some of the words she’d said, but understood the basics of machine and electrical theory at least. She would have to process the information later on, once she had the time and was not being distracted by the toy buzzing away inside her tight little cunny. To make matters worse, as soon as Hana had finished checking the lift, she’d used some sort of remote to crank the vaginal toy up, leaving Leroy panting, whimpering, and clutching her thighs together with innocent need.
Once the lift was fixed and it was time to get on the road, Kena had come outside, handing Leroy a small leather backpack with some daily hygiene goods, and her nightwear. Leroy had no other outfits to speak of beyond a few spare panties. “Wear this,” the Innkeeper said, holding up a thin scarf, then tying it up as a hood to cover most of Leroy’s hair and give her eyes some shade.
The girl wanted to ask why, but she could barely concentrate on her caretaker’s words with that toy pulsing, throbbing, and humming in her tight little pussy, making her all too aware of how very female she was now, but also too aware of the fullness inside her. While the buttplug took a fair bit of her focus, Leroy’s little rear star snug around the stem of the toy, the vibrations from the egg echoed through the flesh of her cunny and into her buttery anal walls, causing them to worry and squeeze around the egg shaped mass within.
By the time she managed to formulate the scarf question, Leroy found herself on Hana’s lap on the steam engine as it trundled along down the forest road, the inn disappearing in the distance. Hana had one hand on the controls, the other squirming away under the hem of Leroy’s skirt, fingers buried in her tight little sex. When Hana was not nibbling on a twitchy ear, she was stealing a kiss and the breath that went with it.
Beyond the lush quietude of the forest, Leroy wasn’t much aware of the landmarks of the trip, so distracted was she by the teasing of toys and fingers, by the sweet little nothings whispered into her ear, telling her how pretty she was, how cute she was, how sexy she was, how she’d be both loved and lover for the two older girls. Despite Leroy’s decade or two of experience on Hana, the former man found it hard to resist being putty in her hands. She clearly knew how to play little ones like her like an instrument. So dominant was she that, before they reached civilization, Hana had Leroy lick her fingers clean, then turned the toy to its lowest setting.
Once Leroy’s pretty head had mostly cleared, the first thing she noticed was a massive tower stretching skyward, punching through the clouds above. It had to be several hundred stories tall, at the very least, though she couldn’t see the top. She had seen this very tower and several others of similar height off in the distance from the inn, but they had been so distant that she’d thought them nothing more than weather phenomena. The base of the tower was supported by a dozen sky-scraper-sized buttresses that narrowed as they gained in height. A small town filled the gap between two of those massive sub-structures, with what must be an entrance to the tower behind the town.
The buildings in the town ranged from one to four stories tall, were made of wood and stone, and while some were brightly colored, others were subdued and utilitarian, but all had some feminine touch that made the whole place seem cute and quaint rather than rustic or oppressive. The town was protected by a low wall that could not be more than ten feet high, with a gate-tower straddling the road. The gates were wide open, and there was no sign of any guards. As far as Leroy could tell, the gate could not have been a main entry, as there was no sign of other road traffic until the steam engine rumbled into the town proper.
Before entering the town, they’d been alone on the road, but then everywhere Leroy looked there were girls of various ages, none younger than nine, none older than thirteen, or so it seemed to her outsider’s eyes with her outsider memories. Doubtless, the locals would have measured their ages in months… especially if they only lived for five years or so. She was going to have trouble determining exact ages as, not only had the old Leroy seldom paid any attention to the bodies of pre-pubescent or adolescent girls, but there were nonhumans mixed into the bunch here. The book, at least, had been correct on racial distribution ratios, with human girls dominating, the occasional elf, beast, or other type of girl that was harder to identify tossed in for good measure There were girls on foot, girls riding on the backs of large (and seemingly tame) lizards, and girls seated in carts or wagons that were drawn by similar but different large lizards… these ones with short stubby tails and broader backs..
A few people waved to Hana in greeting, with a few of them directing looks in Leroy direction. For someone with an Earthling’s mentality, the entire thing was enough to leave Leroy awestruck, watching so many children go about their lives, doing adult things, acting like adults, holding themselves with adult attitudes and postures. There were girls herding animals, girls selling spices, girls chopping meat, girls baking bread… girls who were obviously prostitutes. She even spotted a girl wearing, of all things, bikini armor. That one was entering a building marked with a sign showing a quill, sword, and boot.
Noticing Leroy studying the sign, Hana rested a hand on the younger girl’s shoulder and said, “That’s the adventuring guild. Only guild in this town. You’d have to go to a bigger town, or a city to find guilds for other professions. But you’ll always find an adventure guild… and a thieves guild, most likely, though they don’t exactly advertise.”
Before Leroy could ask any questions, she felt something compress the air in her ears and lungs. It was like someone in the car next to her on the highway was playing the bass waaay too high. She opened her mouth to relieve the pressure just as another bassy pulse thrummed through her. Looking around in some alarm, Leroy tried to figure out what was making the barely audible but all too tangible sound.
Up on a nearby wall, there perched a gaggle of girls, looking down on what must be a training yard just coming into view. On the field of “battle”, one girl was standing alone in what Leroy could only describe as a belly dancer outfit, hands on her hips, and chest thrust forward. From her mouth peeled out an unending roar that created visible sonic compression waves. She watched, astonished, as those waves bowled over a dozen girls in padded arms and armor… and could only gape in amazement as, in response, one of the other girls slammed the base of her staff down into the dusty ground. Without a sound, a glowing blue-white barrier sprang into existence. It was twice as high as that staff and just as wide, and apparently blocked the waves of sound cold, since the ripples in the air just stopped as they intersected that translucent wall.
Leroy was up on her tiptoes, watching with eyes wide, her whole body shivering with excitement, the teasing machine inside her belly forgotten as the wonder of what she was seeing washed through her. She maintained that position until the yard and its occupants had fallen behind them, the sight blocked behind trees and buildings. When she at last slumped back into her seat, Hana was laughing, and the older girl patted her on the hip.
“Liked that show? Maybe that’s something you’ll be able to do when you’re old enough.”
Leroy turned back around, reclaiming her perch on Hana’s lap, much to the older girl’s obvious joy. “How old is old enough?” she asked, a serious question on her half hidden face.
“Hmmm, most girls start their training around ten or twelve months. You’ve been at the inn for six now...” Hana’s words came as a shock to Leroy; she had had no idea that that much time had passed.
Sights and sounds seemed to fade away as a mixture of guilt and worry filled the dark-skinned girl’s thoughts. She’d intended to speak with Kena about herself, about where she’d come from and what had happened to her, once she was able to hold a decent conversation. Instead she’d found herself drifting through the days, alternately studying and staring out over the ashlands idly thinking about how to get back out there to find her sister… or kept in such a dazed state by the attentions of the older girls that she hadn’t noticed the weeks and months going by. A growing sense of dread filled her. Leroy had managed to stumble out of the Desert using what little experience she had gained over the years, but Elisabeth was another matter. Her little sister could still be trapped in that dark place if their fates had been the same. She might have wandered out after Leroy had, maybe... Or maybe someone had come along and rescued her?
Leroy pulled the hood-scarf down further and bowed her head, a tear trickling down her face. If the worst had happened then... then there might be a crystal flower waiting for Leroy should she ever find a way to return to that dark place, that... tomb? Perhaps… but all was not lost until it was lost. Perhaps there was still time to save Elisabeth.
Leroy’s long quiet brought a smile to Hana’s face. “You’re young, time flies by. Suri wouldn’t let me have my fun with you until now.”
That also gives Leroy pause, jerking her out of her mental fog. “Suri?” She’d heard the word used before, but didn’t know the meaning of it.
Hana laughed. “Yes, pet! The nice cat-lady who’s adopted you! Her name is Suri… didn’t you know that?”
Leroy pouted up at the older girl. “That’s her name? I thought her name was Kena?” Hana couldn’t help but giggle, hugging Leroy tight for a moment before kissing the top of her hair. “You still have more to learn I guess. Kena is… the one who raises you. We all have a Kena. Suri is your Kena, you’re her Mena.”
Hana’s explanation was so simple, but so eye opening that it provoked an audible gasp from Leroy as things clicked into place. Kena clearly meant mother or parent, while Mena clearly meant daughter or child. “O-oh... I... so she just didn’t decide on a name for me…” there was a look of sadness but also relief on Leroy’s face.
“Maybe you’ll get a nickname, but mena don’t receive a name until they receive their Interface at eighteen months.” Hana explained, but before Leroy could ask what in the name of… whatever was holy here an “Interface” was, there came a massive grumble from her undersized and all too pleasingly flat tummy. “Ohhh hohohoho, let’s get the little one something to eat,” Hana suggested, pulling levers and knobs as she coaxed the steam engine to a stop before what smelled entirely like an eating establishment… the scents of spices and fruit, of meat and bread cooking filling the air. Jumping off the seat, the Mechanic lifted Leroy off her own lap and set the girl on her half-bare feet before leading the way inside, past well crafted turn-style doors.
Dozens of wooden tables with matching benches filled the large room, each host to more than a dozen girls. The guests were dressed in all manner of garb, eating and drinking and having a merry time… if there was a word for how they were acting it was “carousing”. Hana, unphased by the hubbub that was like a shock to Leroy’s system after so many months with only one or two other people around, led the way to a table and motioned for the dark-elf-girl to sit.
As she did so, a girl in a bunny-suit swayed over. Leroy couldn’t believe her eyes, she’d never seen anything like that outside of Elisabeth’s cartoons or the pages of Playboy magazine. “Hana, it’s nice to see you darling. Who’s this little cutie? Is she yours?” The waitress in the bunny suit drawled, smiling as she gave Leroy a visual once over.
“This is Suri’s wildling daughter,” Hana said as she accepted two menus from the waitress, using a word Leroy didn’t know.
“A wildling? Forest or Desertborn?” the waitress asked. Ah, that explained it. A foundling rather than a biological child, or something like that.
“Desert,” Hana said, not looking up from the menu.
“Poor thing!” the bunny, cooed, patting Leroy’s hand. “Ohh well. Suri is such a sweetie, and everyone knows you two were dead set on having one of your own anyway.” The waitress perched her plush behind on the table, clearly flirting with the older girl despite knowing she was in a relationship with Kena… with Suri… Leroy felt a flare of jealousy and was about to tell the bunny floozy where to go and where to stick it… when she noticed the sheer fishnet pantyhose right in front of her and before she knew it, the older girl had picked up her hand and placed it upon the sheer fabric.
“She wandered in from the ashlands, rescued an airship survivor too,” Hana commented, pointedly ignoring the interplay between Leroy and the Bunny-Waitress.
Leroy swallowed hard; that material was so smooth and slick against her hand. With an effort of will, she made a plaintive sound and carefully pulled her hand away, then picked up the second menu. She saw something listed and pointed at it. “Can I have this?” Hana and the waitress shared a look that carried significance, but what it meant, Leroy couldn’t guess. Finally Hana spoke, “She’s only been eating homemade food… but since I’ve been a bit of a bother to her today, let her have it.” The Mechanic chuckled softly and the bunny-waitress giggled… but it didn’t seem malicious. It was just a picture of a delicious looking hamburger with all the toppings… wasn’t it?
“Of course honey,” the waitress said, slipping off the table to head into the back. Still confused by the others’ reactions, Leroy pushed the makeshift hood up slightly, giving Hana a questioning look. The older girl smiled at her, then ruffled her hair gently and said, “Just eat as much of it as you can, squirt. Something like that is usually ordered by the kind of muscle-heads that run around all day with huge weapons, wearing heavy armor. But I’m eager to see how much of it you can actually put away.”
As the meaning of Hana’s words sunk in, Leroy realized that he must have ordered something massive, but the menu gave no indication of just how big the burger was. She silently cursed the slow progress she was having with the written language. She slumped a bit, knowing she was pouting but unable to stop herself. It was all so frustrating!
“I’ll understand if you need a nap after this; it’s perfectly understandable,” Hana teased, smirking as Leroy’s expression became even more dour.
Within minutes, the bunny-suited waitress returned holding two trays and set them down on the table before them. Hana had ordered some sort of sub sandwich, while a triple decker hamburger half the size of Leroy’s head was set before her. The imposing sandwich sat between thick buns covered in a dense layer of seeds and was composed of crispy lettuce, moist tomatoes, sharp onion, and zesty looking pickles atop of three stacks of cheese and beef leaf. While it was indeed massive, Leroy was hit by a wave of nostalgia, and tears came unbidden to her eyes.
“Oye! Are you ok, squirt? Are the onions stinging your eyes?” Hana leaned forward, face contorted with worry.
Leroy shook her head, not answering in words. Instead, she simply pushed the makeshift hood back and, taking up the huge burger in her delicate hands, opened her mouth as wide as she could before taking as big a bite from it as possible. The waitress yelped and jumped back in surprise, drawing attention from a dozen nearby customers who could only stare in open amazement as a tiny little elf girl slowly devoured such a huge item.
Leroy’s mouth watered at the succulent taste, the rich nostalgia making an already delicious meal into a feast. It was so tasty, she couldn’t stop. Bite after bite, she crammed the burger into her face, chewing and swallowing with almost manic energy, getting mustard and ketchup and beef-leaf juice all over her face. The audience’s silence grew more palpable as the mammoth burger became smaller and smaller every bite. Then, when there was nothing left of it, she sat back and uttered a huge long burp that set dozens of girls howling with laughter.
“Ok, maybe I shouldn’t have doubted you,” Hana said, shaking her head in shocked amazement. She turned to the waitress, still standing there with eyes as wide as dinner plates, and said, “Get me something with some bite to drink, would you? And something for the little one... to wash all that down... if she has any room left.”
Hana’s request landed Leroy something that tasted like flat root beer, and she greedily guzzled it down, feeling overwhelmed but pleasantly full. She sat in dazed silence, her belly stuffed, remembering the time two years ago when she… when he’d taken Elisabeth to a burger joint called “The Roadhouse Grill” and the two of them had tried to complete the gut buster challenge. They’d lost, they’d made a huge mess, but they’d laughed themselves silly and had leftovers for lunch and dinner the next day. It was also one of the few times Leroy could remember Elisabeth smiling. Not a mocking smile or a fake smile, but a huge, genuine, really real smile.
Leroy floated in languid post-meal satiation, memories and nostalgia her only company. Slowly, the sound of chatting nearby drew her out of her haze, and she came back to full awareness to find Hana chatting with a pair of pretty blonde twins.
“I’ll drop by as soon as I can. The lift is out by the Ashland Inn, and the mayor will have my head if she finds out I didn’t make it a priority,” she told the duo. In response, they giggled at her, then gave her head a twinned hug before scampering off.
“What’s that all about?” Leroy asked, rubbing burger goop off her own face and grimacing at the feel.
“Welcome back squirt,” Hana said, ignoring the question. “I can’t believe you packed all of that away. Do you have a hollow leg?” She playfully knocked on Leroy’s knee, then sobered a bit and asked, “Do you want to go to my place and take a nap? I promised your mother I’d show you my job, but if you’re too tired…”
Leroy shook her head energetically before Hana could even finish. “Yes please! I mean, no I don’t need a nap… I’m really curious how this technology works. I don’t want to poke at what is at the inn, you have it so well maintained and...” A sudden sensation in her belly wrenched her thoughts away from what she’d been saying and she gasped, squeezing her thighs together tightly.
“Oye!” Hana barked, then leaned in to whisper, “Are you… oooooh.” She grinned, then plucked Leroy off the bench and sat her on her feet. “Follow the right wall, second door on the right, not the first door. You’re all too tempting and it could cause trouble.”
Leroy barely heard anything after which door to take, and Hana’s words followed after her retreating form as she pattered as fast as she could towards relief. She did indeed skip the first door, rushing through the second, beyond which she found three more doors, but (trying each of them in turn) found them locked. She whimpered, trying to hold on to the contents of her sweetly aching bladder by pressing her thighs together ever more forcefully. Droplets weeped out as the moments passed, but finally the middle door unlocked and a girl stepped out.
“Excusemepardonmesorry!” Leroy managed to squeak out before she dashed into the empty stall and plopped down onto the toilet contained within. The door was half open, she had no time to secure it, and with her panties around her knees, she unleashed a powerful stream of clear pee that struck one of the thin silver chains draped over her plush pretty pussy, sending droplets against her thighs. Shivers of pleasure washed over Leroy as her urethra was spread open, the vibrating toy deep within her sex amplifying the sensation.
Then, without warning, someone was pulling the chain to the side, and kisses began peppering her thighs, sucking up the droplets off that smooth skin, Leroy’s knees hung over the unknown girl’s shoulders. The elf-girl moaned, gasping in shock, eyes rolling back in her head. Her hands combined into the stranger’s hair as her backed arched, unable to breath as foreign lips wrapped around her sex. Lips and tongue toyed with that stream of sweet clear pee, a throat clicking with swallow after swallow, then chasing down to the droplets, tongue slithering and prodding that urethra for a few last drops.
Between the intense stimulation, the vibrating toy, and the flexible tongue, Leroy was close to sweet release, but as if sensing that, the girl pulled her face away, wetly smacking and licking her lips. Leroy’s looked down past her glistening sex as her awareness returned and whimpered. She was so close, just a few more moments.. she opened her mouth and the dark-haired girl placed a finger over Leroy’s small cute little lips. Without saying a word, the molester tugged Leroy’s tiny panties down her legs, then pocketed them in her vest. With Leroy’s womb squeezing down on itself, the last she saw of the other girl was her pert ass under an all too skimpy skirt swaying out the door. It closed behind her with a click of finality. Leroy almost cried then and there. Her sex was flushed pink with arousal, glistening in the light. Her entire dark skinned body was trembling as her womb pulsed and squeezed against itself, while her tight backdoor squeezed down around the maddening thickness of the buttplug. A sweet helpless little whine escaped her lips, she already had a hand halfway down her body to finish the job, but Hana was waiting for her; and truth be told the next older girl might not be as gentle should another come across her in this needful state. It took all of her willpower to tug the thin chain back into place over her slit before hopping off the seat. With each passing moment, her heart calmed a little more, making it easier to pat her kitten dry with some wipes. By the time she managed to pull the flush handle, she was almost herself once more. and sending it spiraling down with a flush.
Leroy’s mind blacked for a moment, watching the water swirling… it was counter-clockwise. Did that mean she was in this world’s southern hemisphere? Her lack of local knowledge was getting frustrated, but she couldn’t just ask… Hana might not even know what a hemisphere was… did the locals even know that their world was round? Was it even round? Leroy had no way of knowing. Patting the hem of her skirt in place, pouting that her panties had been taken, she washed her hands and, adjusting her scarf back into a hood, stepped out into the common room once more.
Scanning the main area of the eating establishment, she looked for the black-haired girl, but instead of one, she found several girls with that hair color and length. None of them were facing in Leroy’s direction, providing her with no further evidence that any of the girls present were her molester. With a soft sigh that provoked a couple of those patrons closest to her to glance in her direction, Leroy set off to find Hana.
The Mechanic was outside tightening a buckle on the steam car’s cargo and smiled at her as she emerged from the restaurant. “Hop on up, we’re almost at one of our destinations.” Leroy clambered up, though she had to do a little hop in order to grab onto the short ladder; reminding Leroy once again that, even by this world’s reduced standards, she was a tiny thing. She perched on the wide seat, and began to stand up when Hana returned, expecting to go back on the older girl’s lap. Hana plopped Leroy back down onto the seat and hugged Leroy over the shoulders.
“I’ve teased you enough, you could do with a break. I’d hate to fry that pretty little head of yours.” Hana’s comment made Leroy pout, once more being reminded how small she was. Hana giggles showed that she had misinterpreted the meaning behind the pout. “Don’t worry, I’ll give you a lot of snuggles tonight.” With a few twists of some knobs and the pulling of some levers, the steam machine lurched to life and down the road.
As they travelled, Leroy glanced down at the road itself. It was made of some smooth gray material, which surprised her. She had half-expected cobblestone, not modern pavement. Furrowing her brow, she recalled that the ancient Greeks... or was it the Romans? had had access to concrete, and they were world renowned road builders… but even they hadn’t used concrete to make roads as far as she knew. Leroy was going to have to give this world of little girls more credit… Though that did raise the question of how they learned so much in just a few years? Did they learn faster than people back on Earth? Or was it something else? She was pulled from her reverie when the steam car came to a stop and Hana hopped down to the ground, helping Leroy down a moment later. They had come to a stop in front of a neatly built one-story building. It was heavily constructed, with concrete, timber, and metal I-beams forming the bulk of the squat structure. One section even had a massive smoke stack two stories tall that poked out from a nest of pipes and metal tanks. A sign with a hammer and anvil hung before the building, making Leroy think this was a black smith though it looked more like a foundry.
Did that mean she’d get to see cute girls working metal? Leroy found herself becoming excited at the idea! It was not to be, however, since Hana guided Leroy around the steam car with her hands on the little one’s shoulders, marching the chocolate skinned elf into what was clearly a tailor shop.
Leroy’s disappointment lasted for only a few moments. There were dress stands, clothing hanging from hooks, cubby holes stuffed with neatly folded or rolled garments. Like the inn, there was a small invasion of flower producing vines along the rafters and wooden walls. The place had an airy feel, but most of all it had a girly… or rather a feminine feel. Leroy saw shorts, pants, and breeches in with the skirts and blouses. However the thought of wearing something like pants brought an odd uncomfortable feeling. With all the light airy outfits Kena… Suri had had Leroy wear over the past few months, Leroy had grown accustomed to the freedom of movement and the idea of being restricted… of something pressing against her crotch… she shivered and began to explore just to take her mind off the fact that she was still missing any panties.
Hana giggled as she watched Leroy move around the shop, checking out the displays. “Suri wants me to get you a few outfits. You’ve built up a bit of allowance, so that’s how we’ll pay for it. I... ahh hello Styja!” The lavender haired engineer waved as a slightly chubby platinum blonde girl stepped into the shop through a rear door. Hana walked past Leroy and the two girls embraced for a moment. “Styja, this is Suri’s daughter, ah... be careful about her eyes.” Leroy frowned. What was wrong with her eyes? She glowered up at Hana for a moment, then looked at the newcomer.
Styja was dressed in a multi-layered dress, made more to show off a dozen different patterns of cloth then being of a particular style. The platinum blonde stepped over to Leroy and, kneeling, drew the hood back. The tailor’s dark purple eyes widened upon seeing Leroy’s face, then she let out a giggle. “Oh my! Thank you for the warning.” She reached out and lightly pinched Leroy’s cheek. “My but you are adorable! So how can old Styja help you today?” she asked as she took a step back, motioning around herself at all the clothes surrounding them.
“She’s been wearing some of Suri’s things and...” Hana started but Styja interrupted her with a soft chuckle. “Oh the poor thing! Your lover is a lovely girl, but she has a rather… let’s call it ‘particular’ taste in clothing… Should I keep that in mind?” The tailor asked. The engineer nodded and gave a melodramatic sigh, “Might as well. Wouldn’t do to make her mad at me. She might banish me to the attic and I’d miss her cooking.” She placed a hand on Leroy’s shoulder. “That said, we should let the little one have some input. She needs four outfits, plus two more for sleeping in. I don’t know about footwear; the little minx has never complained about footwraps, but see if she’ll try something else. If not, well another set of footwarps won’t hurt.” She paused, considering, tapping her lower lip with one finger, then added, “And let her pick out a few little things for herself, accent items and all that. Depending on how things go, I may be bringing her to town every few weeks.”
Leroy remained quiet; she was too focused on trying to absorb the meaning and subtext of every word the two girls were saying to actually get involved in the conversation. If she was going to get girls to stop treating her like a… like a little kid, she was going to need to be able to hold her own in a conversation. A simple business arrangement was ideal as a case study, and Leroy could almost feel her vocabulary expanding though her mind kept trying to guess at the meanings of some of the words she couldn’t actually translate directly. Book learning had its place, and Suri was a decent teacher, but just having the occasional conversations with her her mother-figure on the same topics every day wasn’t nearly as instructive as spending a day in town hearing the language being used for everything a language could be! Still, knowing what a word meant was only the first step. Subtext and context were just as, if not more important than a purely literal meaning. For instance, what did the inflection Hana used when referring to Leroy as ‘little one/child/young one’ mean? Was it fond? Possessive? Amused? Aroused? It was hard to know, and that was a relatively simple question… and not having her own name… or at least one that the ‘adults’ would use… that was so very frustrating for someone who came from a culture where everything and everyone had at least one name and usually two or three.
A hand gripped her shoulder lightly, and Leroy blinked, snapping out of her musing reverie… Her ears fluttered and she looked around to find the shopkeeper looking at her… and that Hana had vanished. Leroy let out a surprised sound, looking around in growing alarm. “Oh deary, oh deary! Don’t worry sweet one, Hana has just gone across the street to the smithy to place some orders.” Styja’s voice had a sweet singsong lilt to it as she tried to reassure the little one.
The elf looked up at the older girl and tried to calm her trepidation, forcing calm into her voice as she said, “That makes sense. Someone damaged the lift on the cliff face.” Styja began to blush as Leroy finally spoke, which caused the elf’s voice to falter. “Miss—” Leroy stopped; she didn’t know titles yet and the english word would be meaningless… or potentially insulting. Best to just use the informal. “Styja.. is something wrong?”
The tailor hugged Leroy in response. “Not at all deary sweet! Your voice is just so small and adorable, that I was caught off guard.” She released the elf and guided her into a back corner, dragging a stepstool out from under a low table built into a wall. Pulling a curtain out from the wall to enclose the area around them both, Styja produced a measuring tape out of her apron pocket, and said, “Please remove the scarf, your dress, and your leg wraps deary sweet. You can keep your undies on. Once you’re ready, hop up here and I’ll get your measurements.” She pointed to the stool.
At the mention of underwear, Leroy’s ears blushed pink, that then continued onto her cheeks. But she complied, pulling off the scarf, and then the translucent summer dress, shivering slightly as the tailor regarded her frankly. Her blush roared into an inferno of embarrassment as Styja giggled upon seeing the criss cross of the fine chains, but thankfully the older girl said nothing and so Leroy (barely) managed to keep from covering herself up with her dress. Swallowing hard, she set her clothes aside and sat on the stool to remove her footwraps, barely stifling a gasp as the hard wood forced the buttplug deeper inside her. Several eternities… or maybe only a few seconds… passed as Leroy struggled to catch her breath and steady her racing heart, but eventually she managed to rally and stood up, balancing on the footstool with only her long white hair serving as a cloak.
Styja was blushing, hands to her own face, fingers tapping away at her lips. Her eyes were bright and Leroy almost fled from the shop at once… but she knew she’d never make it if she stopped to get her clothing, and running naked through the town would not in any way be better than letting the Tailor have her way with her. Then Styja giggled and began measuring her body, humming softly as if naughty thoughts had never occurred to her. “If you take good care of these clothes, they should last you through your birth moon. Oh what am I saying, that’s nothing for you to worry about yet dear.”
Leroy moved her legs and raised and lowered her arms at the tailor’s command. “I think reproductive cycles are in the next chapter of the book I’m studying.” Leroy’s comment made the tailor pause for just a few moments before the measuring tape continued to slide over her skin. “I’ve read that both elves and dwarves don’t grow very much during their score of moons.”
Styja peers into Leroy’s face, looking into those golden yellow eyes. “That’s not quite true, Desert Elves are the shortest of all elf types, and there are a few rare elfin races that can be rather tall, especially those with a lot of fey in their blood.” Her news made the dark skinned girl utter a sweet sad sigh. “Aww, deary sweet.” Styja patted Leroy on the head. “You’re the first Desert Elf I’ve ever met, but I hear your kind develop quite nicely.” She giggled, making a gesture of a figure with a long slim body with long hips. “But hmmm yes you won’t need to worry about changing clothes until late in you’re nearing thirty months or so, but that’ll be due to your body growing muscles for whatever vocation you’ve picked.”
Leroy gave the tailor a soft smile; hearing that she wouldn’t remain a little elf toy forever was comforting. It was also nice that the tailor wasn’t treating her like a child, or rather was, but not in a patronizing way. Within minutes, the tailor was pressing outfits to Leroy’s small frame, gauging Leroy’s reactions. Unnervingly, Leroy found she was uncomfortable even with small shorts. Summer dresses were fine, and a tight fitting vest paired with a tight fitted pleated skirt would do nicely. A few more outfits also passed muster, though it would take a few hours before any of them could be ready.
When it came to panties, Leroy was at a loss, her heart thumping in her chest as she was subjected to a panty parade. Styja coaxed her to describe the kinds of things that Suri had been dressing in, and when Leroy finally cracked, the tailor simply giggled and ruffled her hair. Leroy’s ears were burning as a small pile of utterly useless pieces of scraps of lace were added to the stack of garments. Most of them looked as if they’d melt if exposed to the slightest amount of moisture… or a harsh gaze.
Closing her eyes, Leroy calmed herself, and proposed something to the tailor, fibbing a bit to the girl about the requirements for this particular outfit since she hoped to help Hana with the lift, and an outfit made to deal with desert sand would be most useful if she were ever to return to the Desert of Ash. Of course, that wasn’t information for the tailor to know, but she did praise Leroy for wanting to help her mother’s lover… at least that was what Leroy thought the word ‘Kemakara’ meant.
Leroy tried on a few pairs of sandals, and even decided to keep two of them for times when her feet might need a bit more protection, but found the foot-leg wraps were strangely comfortable for her. She liked being able to feel the surface of the floor with the heel and balls of her feet and with her toes. She also selected a set of arm wraps in a similar style to the heavier duty pair of sandals, the pair that incorporated wraps that reached almost to her knees. Something to keep her arms protected from the blowing sand couldn’t be passed up… and justifying protecting her arms from machinery sold the story nicely.
Leroy had taken up a bench to wait on the tailor as she made alterations when Hana returned, though she was only resting on the edge of it to keep pressure off the toy nestled between her ass cheeks. Hana gave her a smile, but headed straight for the seamstress to get an update and the pair spoke at length, then dropped to whispers. Leroy’s elfin ears picked up some snatches of what was being said, and she realized that she hadn’t picked out any night outfits… So now Hana was making all the choices.
The dark-skinned elf girl swallowed nervously, her ears burning. She glanced out the window to distract herself from thinking about how indecent the nighties she was going to end up in were likely to be. Hearing a pair of little girls… well, young ladies by this world’s lights, talking about how to dress up a small elf girl in sexy lingerie was making Leroy’s body heat up. She was becoming distressed that the conversation was drawing a wet heat in her sex, making her squeeze down on the buttplug, sending a shiver of pleasure through her. Thank goodness she had been able to put her clothes back on, her nipples were as stiff as diamonds and there was a light tremble to her belly that would have been visible were it not covered. Several long minutes later, Leroy and Hana were back on the steam car and trundling back into the town. The warm breeze helped cool Leroy down, but she couldn’t look at Hana, lest she start thinking about the half heard whispers that had traveled from that girl’s lips to the tailor’s ears. Leroy couldn’t focus, anal depths rippling and worrying around that buttplug, shivers of pleasure washing through her, only noticing the steam car had pulled into a garage when it jerked to a stop and there was a loud whistle as the steam pressure was released, signalling that the vehicle wasn’t going to be going anywhere for the next few hours at the very least.
“Home sweet home!” Hana called, stretching and gesturing around the tool littered space. “This should be a breeze for you! You’ll have chores in the future, but for today, you’re my guest. So what would you like to do now?” Hana asked, smiling down to the elf.
Leroy was quiet for a moment then half raised a hand. “C-could I take a nap?”
That set Hana to giggling, and she picked up the dark skinned elf, carrying her through a door into a workshop, then a living room, before finally tossing her into a fluffy bed. The playfully rough treatment made the Desert Elf squeak. “You’re welcome to a nap, small stuff. I toyed with you for a while on the way here, and there’s more to come later… but for now? Rest. You’ll need all your energy for tonight. Heheheh.” She waggled her eyebrows before shutting the door behind her.
Leroy stared at the door for a few moments, then squeezed her thighs together. How was she supposed to sleep now with that image running through her head?