Things have moved at a snail's pace in the months since our encounter with Duke Bozhidar. That is not to say we are idle, but seeing what a huge grind it is to level up nowadays, yet it is what we've made the most progress with, it is easy to imagine how long it will take before things go back to normal.
It took less than a week before we received word that Duke Bozhidar blamed Dyson for the death of the royal family of Dalian, surprising us more or less to the same degree in which a scholar would be surprised by watching a rock fall in an effort to check if gravity is still working. And following down this trend of 'just as expected', Duke Bozhidar has taken control of Dalian, and declared war on the Dungeon Core Elders.
Almost immediately, the people of Dalian began attacking dungeons within their borders. Dyson had to delay seeking out the materials in the list I gave him just so he could defend the dungeons under siege.
The Dalian army has been playing it safe. They attack a dungeon until Dyson appears to help defend it, then pull their troops back and signal their troops elsewhere to attack different dungeons at the same time. Then Dyson has to choose between pursuing the fleeing troops or go to the aid of the other dungeons. In this manner, Dyson had to spend all his time teleporting from one besieged dungeon to the next, yet not a single week has gone by without another dungeon falling to the Dalian army.
When Dyson does have any time to rest, he spends it trying to meet with the other kingdom's royalty. Arranging for another royal meeting without kidnapping anyone to make it happen proved to be rather unfeasible, though, so we finally decided to meet with them individually, but after what happened with Dalian's royal family, and again to nobody's surprise, quite a few of the kingdoms have refused to participate at all.
One exception, of course, is King Aaron, because after finding out that Duke Bozhidar likely has Laura, he agreed to send Merretta's troops to aid in pushing Dalian back. Due to the reset, however, his troops aren't any stronger than those of the kingdoms that have been trying to fight off the Dalian troops already, making it little more than a political victory.
With all that going on, I couldn't ask Dyson to teleport me to Emeraldine so I could set up the portal for Elexia, and I couldn't afford the time it would take me to get there on foot, so I had to make some more stones and modify my portal to take me there as well.
That concluded my agreement with Elexia, so I began focusing on matters concerning my dungeon. That was when the first set of merchants I sent to the capital returned, and Denova with them.
Instead of summoning new buildings to appease her, I was able to save a considerable amount of XP by allowing Denova to take over buildings I had already constructed. That solved another problem for me, because with the change in ownership, it is now her responsibility to pay the salary of the people working in said buildings.
We agree on a fair wage for her new employees, as well as on the value of the buildings themselves. I still had to construct a new brothel for her, but even as XP-heavy as that was, in the end it was still far less than I was expecting to spend on Denova.
With her new brothel being easily four times the size of her previous one, and most of her girls being missing since the traitors' final attack on Tobes, it still isn't completely staffed.
She asked me to summon girls for her, but I explained that my summons are not mindless tools, but people, and I had no intention of changing that any time soon. It was then that she reminded me that she was a former slave, and sure enough, she had always treated her girls fairly enough, so we settled on me summoning six girls, and then it would be up to her to recruit them if she could.
She did convince me to give her a slave-trading license, though I made it clear that I intended to watch like a hawk over the treatment of her 'goods'.
Once she heard which species I could summon for her, she went really quiet for a bit.
Denova: “Winged elf, swan and bunny beastkin, two of each, please!” - she declared while looking like she wanted to grab me by the jacket or something along those lines - “As beautiful as you can make them! And smart! I'd much rather deal with smart people than a bunch of morons if I can help it!”
“I-is that so? Somewhat unexpected. I thought you'd prefer them simpler and easier to manipulate.”
Denova: “If they are smart enough” - she said while oozing self-confidence - “I am certain I can offer them a good enough deal they will see it is in their best interest to come work for me.”
“If you say so...”
Honestly, I was more than half convinced she'd want me to summon her six empty-headed bimbos, so this was a nice surprise.
Of course, the actual summoning took place inside my dungeon, and perhaps as a show of good faith, Denova was ready with clothes for them, whether they agree to work for her or not. As for the end result, five of the new girls agreed to work for her after negotiations long enough for me to lose interest after the second hour.
When I came back to check on them, they were talking like old friends, and only one of the bunny girls decided to pass on her job offer. Niamm (such became her name) is on the taller side for a rabbit beastkin, with short darker-than-black hair that tends towards 'fluffy', long legs and a rather curvaceous figure. I figure the long legs came to mind because of the bunny situation, but have to admit the rest of her came to be considering her potential career. All the same, she chooses to work in the brothel's dining hall rather than joining the XP parties, and I suspect Denova will not give up in trying to recruit her any time soon.
The slave-trading business in Gowen has been greatly reduced over the last few years, but it's not going away any time soon. Besides, some would argue that the sentient creatures I summon to go gather exp for me are no different from slaves, so I feel I lack the moral base to object to Denova's request. At least this way any slaves that are brought into Tobes will be given the same treatment I give to my sentient monsters.
Furthermore, I have a sentient creature locked up in my dungeon, and it is not the first time I try such a thing, so I don't have much room to talk. As for the dragon, she hasn't spoken more than a dozen words since we moved her into the depths of my dungeon. She has tried to escape several times, but her attempts have been childish at best. Perhaps threatening to kill her if she attacked my monsters worked, because even when she has tried to escape, when she is caught she gives up without a fight.
After calling her dragon over and over she did finally snap and say that her name is Drakaina, and although Ceres said that just means 'female dragon', Drakaina refuses to believe her master didn't give her a proper name. It has been years since leaving Madam Erin, yet I still go by Two-Twelve, so I can't claim to have a better naming sense, but Ceres has taken to calling her Aina, and she hasn't seemed to object, so I have as well.
The XP Aina provides my dungeon with is quite nice, but like Dyson said, it isn't the equal of what I lost when Akil left. However, with Denova's return marking the restart of the supply routes for many of the everyday needs of the people in Tobes, my XP expenditure has gone down a fair bit, and both factors put together means that we are finally back to earning XP every day.
And so, now that my XP isn't in the red anymore, I decided to work on some of the more minor conveniences, like providing homes for my people, since having everyone bunked up in the dungeon core room has led to more than a few sights and sounds that I'd rather forget. Especially with Zoey lacking anything with more than a passing resemblance to modesty…
This time I go with individual houses, and albeit they are not as grand as the house Belinda had built for us before, these are constructed by the dungeon, so we can always improve them over time as our XP increases.
While furnishing the home I summoned for my family, I came across some of Belinda's jewelry stored away in the dungeon's inventory, and something dawned on me…
The Ring of Magic that Belinda used to wear provided very little magic. So little in fact, that before the reset she was only wearing it now and then, just for sentimental reasons. Not that the ring would help much now, but my dungeon can create objects with stronger versions of the same enchantment.
We got used to magic being the least of our problems, and have been so busy since the reset, that maybe that is why none among us had thought about it before. Now that I have, though, I begin working to create new rings for everyone, as well as other ways in which we might make use of the enchantment.
The boost to one's magic that the enchantment provides is not like your own magic where it recovers slowly over time, but all at once at the start of each new day. That means that even though it will help our training greatly, and allow us to use the [Gate] spell again, it will only do so once a day, even when using the strongest enchantment I know.
I wouldn't say the cost of summoning a new ring for each mage in our group is negligible, but after spending millions of XP rebuilding Tobes, it certainly feels that way. I have also been trying to find a way to add the enchantment to the portal I built. If we could use the portal once a day without charging the stones, that would be quite helpful.
However, while I will keep trying to find a way to improve my runic portals, our focus turns back to the war with Dalian after the fall of Exeter's capital. And even with Dyson teleporting us to Exeter so we could help the people, it still took us a month to learn what happened to Millie.
Exavier wouldn't sit by while his mother was in danger, so we brought him and his group along when we went to aid Exeter. They started training almost immediately after the reset so they were quite helpful. After locating Millie, we found she had gone to ground and had been using guerrilla tactics to try and defend what was left of Exeter.
As we returned to Gowen, Exavier's group stayed behind, but it took some convincing on their part because it wasn't only Exavier and Tanya at stake. It wasn't a surprise when Sandra rejoined Exavier and Tayna again, but this time the newest member of their group was quite a shock.
The attack on Tobes, and the reset that followed after, left Quinn in a bad way, but after realizing that meant he was on the same playing field as those who had been training for years, like Logan, he started taking his training far more seriously, and joined Exavier and Tanya shortly after.
After the fall of Exeter's capital, the fighting between Dalian and Clement ceased as well, and what we thought might be a silver lining around a tempest cloud, turned out to be just incoming lightning. Duke Bozhidar returned the land Clement lost so far and in exchange Clement has entered an agreement with Dalian.
The spread of Dalian's influence has made it yet harder for Dyson to protect the dungeons in Dalian, Clement, Livinston, and what is left of Exeter, so a few of them joined Duke Bozhidar as well.
With the aid of other dungeon cores and the addition of Clement's army, things are turning bad in a hurry. Dawn and Twilight's dungeon is in Clement, and now troops are beginning to gather in the nearby village, so Dyson and I have gone to see if there is anything we can do for Dawn and Twilight.
“I'm not doubting you, but are you sure they were Dalian troops?”
Twilight: “Many of the young men in the neighboring village were conscripted to fight in the battles between Dalian and Clement, but now that the fighting is over, the ones that returned did not do so alone.
Dawn: “One of those young men is a friend of mine, and when I talked to him about the newcomers, he told me they were here to help guard the village, but after a bit of pressing, he begrudgingly admitted they were Dalian troops that were sent back with them to make sure that none of the villages step out of line.”
Twilight: “I'm sure I can only imagine the type of “pressing” that you did to get the information out of him.”
Dawn: “Just because I'm not a prude like you doesn't mean I can't just talk to someone without sleeping with them!”
Twilight: “So you haven't had sex with him?”
If Dawn wasn't wearing her ring to appear human I'm sure her feathers would ruffle with embarrassment and a bit of anger shows on her face while she replies. “That's not the point! Papa asked if we were sure that there were Dalian troops nearby and I was just proving that I am sure!”
Twilight: “How many of these men do you think would have anything to do with you if they knew what you looked like? And I'm sure they would be disgusted were they to find out the truth.”
“Alright girls that enough... Duke Bozhidar isn't hiding the fact that he is wiping out any dungeon core that doesn't submit to him, and if his troops are in the area, I'm sure they already know about your dungeons and will eventually come after you. We need to find a way to keep you girls safe.”
Dyson: “They have secondary dungeons on Maeve's floating island, so if we could find out how the failed cores were able to move the crystals of the traitors then we might be able to do the same for Dawn and Twilight. That way even if this dungeon falls, they would still be safe.”
“The only one that could know how it was done is Duke Bozhidar, so I doubt we are going to figure it out any time soon. Our one advantage is that Duke Bozhidar hasn't been personally attacking these dungeons, sending others to do the work for him.”
Dawn: “He is not the only one... Maybe the dragon could help.”
“Even after all this time, the most we have been able to get out of her is the name that Duke Bozhidar gave her. He still hasn't unbound her from his dungeon, or at least I assume so because she hasn't required any food. I don't think we have any hope of getting anything out of her unless Duke Bozhidar unbinds her.”
Dawn: “What if we joined Duke Bozhidar? Not for real, of course. But we could say we are going to join him, and maybe we can learn information on how to stop him.”
Twilight: “Duke Bozhidar knows about our relationship with Papa, I'm sure he would see right through that.”
Dawn: “Well at least I'm trying to help!”
Twilight: “Is there a way we could link our primary dungeon with our secondary ones?”
Dawn: “That would only expose Maeve to danger as well! And you said my ideas were stupid!”
Twilight: “You have to pass through many rooms of your dungeon to reach my crystal, and the same goes for reaching yours.”
Dawn: “Yea, and?”
Twilight: “That means as long as there is a way to get to the crystal from the outside it doesn't matter if you have to pass through another dungeon. We can't move our crystal to our secondary dungeon, but if we could connect them we could completely close it off from this side and they could only access our crystals from our secondary dungeon, leaving us safe. At least as long as Maeve's dungeon is safe.”
“I have traps that can teleport you within the dungeon, but I've never tried to connect my primary and secondary dungeon through them before. I wouldn't have a clue how we could unlock them for you two.”
Dyson: “What about the portals you are building?”
“That would be even harder to do. For the traps, you set the destination in a location within your dungeon, so if that room moves or changes, the destination changes with it, so it wouldn't be affected by the movement of Maeve's flying dungeon, but even if we got the portal to connect to the dungeon we would still have to figure out a way to compensate for the movement of Maeve's dungeon.”
Dyson: “Hmm...”
We continue to work on it for weeks and have to fend off several attacks against Dawn and Twilight's dungeons by Clement and Dalian troops before I finally reach a breakthrough. We tried everything we could with the teleportation traps, but even after spending a dozen justicar points we were no closer to a solution that way, so I went back to the drawing board on my portals.
I never found a way to connect the portal to Maeve's dungeon while it was constantly on the move, but I have finally discovered a way to make a permanent portal that is activated by the dungeon. It does have some major drawbacks though. Once created the destination of the portal cannot be changed, it raises the XP consumption of the dungeon it is in by so much that I had to break down the test portal I made, because I couldn't afford to leave it active, and it also cannot be closed or turned off without completely breaking the portal down.
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Since Maeve's dungeon is always on the move we couldn't connect the portal from Dawn and Twilight's primary dungeon to their secondary dungeons, so instead they not only have to deal with the massive increase in their XP consumption, but also they each had to put up 2 million XP to create another secondary dungeon.
We connected their new secondary dungeons to my secondary dungeon under the streets of Tobes. This won't just protect them, but also allow us to reach each other in a moments notice, and by extension Maeve's dungeon as well.
Once things settle down Maeve might even finally be able to get her wish. We can extend one of their dungeons to a building above ground and one of the girls can have one of their sentient creatures transfer people from Tobes up to Maeve's dungeon.
After sealing off Dawn and Twilight's crystals we were watching some of the Clement and Dalian troops struggle in vain as they fight Dawn and Twilight's rift monsters in search of their crystals when I came to a dangerous realization. We could create secondary dungeons anywhere we wanted similarly as this, and they would be impossible to destroy without finding the portal that leads to the crystal…
The XP cost of discovering a way to make the portals for the girls, and the consumption rate of the test portal I had in my dungeon left me unable to add on to Tobes for over a month, but after recalling Bandy's group from Shima just long enough to gain the XP they gathered, I was able to construct a new Adventurer's Guild in Tobes.
With the secret about dungeon cores being out, the way the Adventurer's Guild works has changed a bit. There is no need for commissions for exploration and the like. Most now consist of gathering items for the town's benefit or for individuals that have requested particular items.
As I'm putting the final touches on the new Adventurer's Guild I receive a visitor. Not that Dyson's sudden arrival is out of the ordinary since we try to meet at least once a week to talk about the war with Dalian.
Angela has not been traveling with them as of late, due to her pregnancy coming into its final stages, and Desiree has become strong enough to act independently, leading whomever is willing to help push Dalian back. But this time all three are here, and although Dyson appears normal, the girls seem rather nervous and excited.
We gather in the same room we have been using for months, but in the wake of Duke Bozhidar and Aina trashing it, Ceres and I have improved it a little at a time.
It isn't quite as large as it was before, now being separated into several smaller areas. There is however, still a large meeting area, which we are using right now. After greeting Dyson, Angela, and Desiree I lead them to one of the smaller rooms, one filled with comfortable seats. Dyson and his girls sit on a large couch and I sit in a comfy chair across from them while asking.
“It's been a while since I saw all three of you together. To what do I owe the pleasure?”
My question seems to make the girls antsy, but Dyson says. “It took far more time than we anticipated, but I believe we are finally ready.”
“Ready? For what?”
Angela lurches forward on the couch and says. “You know what! It took us months to gather all this junk! Don't pretend you forgot about your agreement with Master now!”
“Junk...? Oh! The plant items you were gathering. No, I didn't forget, but it has indeed been months... So you finally have everything on the list?”
Dyson nods and Desiree draws a line in the air while casting [Shadow Pocket], she then starts pulling the items out placing them one by one on the small table between us.
Desiree: “Is this everything you needed?” -She says as she places the last bit of it on the table.-
“I'm not sure...” -I say while looking over the items.-
Angela: “Not sure?! Do you even know what you are doing?!”
“I told you from the start that I can't even guarantee this is going to work, but if it is all here, I'll go get Azami and some of the bunnies to help with the summoning. Then we'll see.”
Angela doesn't seem happy with my answer, but Dyson reins her back in by wrapping his arm around her and pulling her against him while saying. “If this doesn't work. You will try again?”
“That's our agreement, and I have to admit after having this idea, I couldn't help but experiment a little with the monsters I have summoned since, and it made me quite confident that this will produce something alright. Will it check every box in that erotic poem you call a trait list? That is another matter entirely, and if it doesn't, we will just have to attempt one of the others.”
I then ask them to wait there while I go find Azami, which isn't too hard as she is sitting in her home practicing her crafting. We are only a few months shy of a year since the reset and Azami has almost caught back up to the same level of crafting she had before the reset.
Her combat abilities, however, are still far under what they were, but that goes for everyone. Even those who have reached or surpassed the level they were before the reset is still weaker due to the absence of skills.
Azami and I head to the dungeon core room to ask the bunnies for assistance during the summoning, and it takes me a while to decide which bunnies to bring. Before the reset we had just summoned some more bunnies to help both here and at Ceres', but even that wasn't enough when the adventurers began moving into the dungeon again.
Before, the bunnies would monitor the monsters and give the adventurers a bit of an edge, but adventurers that overextended themselves still lost their lives. But now that everyone knows I control the dungeon we have had to put more focus on keeping the adventurers alive. Even if we have to transfer to them and tell them to take it easy.
A few of the younger bunnies could use the summoning practice, so I'll have them help. But we also need to be quite precise so I ask some of the older ones as well. We should, of course, consider Dyson's stated purpose for the young woman, so I ask Lylah to join us. Out of all of the bunnies she is the only one (as far as I know) to be sexually active, so I'm sure there are things she can focus on that the others might not understand.
Once gathered we all return to Dyson and his group. There are a lot of details going into the summoning process so I separate the bunnies and assign each of them one of the pages to focus on, while Azami checks the items.
Azami: “These items appear to be correct.”
“I asked them to bring extra just in case, and they did, right?”
Angela: “Of course!”
Azami: “Yes, there appears to be enough here for three complete attempts, with some remaining ingredients.”
“Alright, if all goes well we will only need one anyway.”
Once everyone understands what they should be focusing on, I open my [Menu] and select a human-sized sentient fairy, then focus on adding the items as ingredients in the summoning. As [Menu] asks for confirmation, we all accept the summoning as a group.
As the light from summoning fades, it is immediately obvious the attempt has failed. Not that the summoning didn't work, it is just the creature standing before us is only a humanoid from the belly button up and does not appear sentient.
“Mah!” - it cries out happily and looks at us with big shiny eyes which appear to have flowers shining behind their pupils.
As it unlocks the ability for my dungeon to summon more of the creature, [Menu] says it is a type of [Ent]. Its nominal XP cost is remarkably high, but using the ingredients almost completely negated it.
Angela: “What is this!?”
Treant: “Mah!” - it smiles happily, its eyes narrowing in joy
“Sorry... I told you this was not a guarantee. The summoning didn't work, but this proves that the idea is sound. Thankfully its cost was just 500 XP thanks to the ingredients, so we just need to try again.”
Angela: “You only have two more shots at this, so make sure they count...” - she crosses her arms, pushing her breasts up as she tries to look as annoyed as possible.
Azami, the bunnies and myself talk about what might have gone wrong, then switch some of the bunnies' duties around, and get ready to try again.
Treant: “Mah...” - the treant seems to enjoy... everything. Its roots, or is it tentacles? They squirm and wiggle with ease as it moves around the room.
It reminds me somewhat of a centaur, in that its upper body is undeniably humanoid, and I'd dare say that it does in fact measure quite well against Dyson's list of traits. Its face is youthful but not childish, and from the waist up, it is full of extremely feminine and downright sensual curves. Its hair is made from small, colorful petals, giving her a rather a bed hair look. Its lower body is that of a large, strong oak stump, and it moves around on its roots with the grace of some sort of land-based octopus.
“Let's send it elsewhere for now. I'll spend some time with her- it? I'll dedicate some time to it later.”
Treant: “Mah!” - it smiles again as I send it to a safe room in the dungeon's depths.
Dyson: “Hn. It seemed friendly enough. It may have a future decorating my gardens.”
Angela: “Master...!”
Dyson gives Angela a gentle kiss, and assures her that he's joking, while Desiree hugs her from behind, resting the palm of her hands on her stomach.
We can make two more attempts, but I want to get it right this time. Two months ago, Faraine had a bit of a falling out with Maeve before finally deciding to become a dungeon core. Given the situation, we were a bit reluctant but decided to make her one anyway.
Her spriggan was destroyed when Ceres leveled Tobes to save our lives, and she didn't have all the ingredients when she finally returned home, so I'd like to give her a set. To mend fences, as it were. It may go a long way to make sure the investment of our justicar points pays off.
I add extra XP to the mix this time, in hopes of adding to our chances of a successful summoning. After confirming everyone is ready, we agree to the summoning of one human-sized fairy. I can tell how seeing Angela and Desiree's harmonious relationship finally calm some worries I didn't know I still had in me. Not just both of them, but even Dyson looks every bit as happy while looking at Angela's tummy as I must have felt while holding Belinda during her pregnancy.
I smile at the results.
And this time... success eluded us again. In place of where the young woman we tried to summon should stand, there is a massive pod surrounded by tentacle vines as thick as my wrist and as long as a ship's anchor chain. The dark tentacles are covered in thick and sharp-looking, inwards-curving thorns, and there is a loud, wet sound as a line grows all along the length of the pod, right down the middle, revealing itself as a maw trap with thorn-fangs the length of a man.
Even through the thin slit an incredibly alluring scent flows forth, as if it was the distilled essence of desire itself. I can certainly see how -it- would exist in its own, but no matter how alluring the smell, I doubt any sentient creature would be stupid enough to approach an obvious maw surrounded by tentacles, fangs, and thorns.
I check the [Menu] message I received, hoping for insight. Ceres still claims there is no way there is anything left of Madam Erin in the world crystal, but over the past months [Menu] has called me pup several times, and sometimes I would even say the messages have a bit of Madam Erin's flair to them.
I asked Elexia if she has had any similar experiences, and she says she has, but she is afraid that maybe it is just wishful thinking as neither one of us have been able to get a direct reply from [Menu] one way or another.
No creature like this has existed before, so you name it, pup. XP cost 25,000 XP*
After the XP cost there is a warning stating the XP cost is in addition to the ingredients that I used, which appears to be mandatory if I wish to summon another one of these things, and after that there is the all-too-familiar information regarding sentient creatures, so if nothing else whatever this thing is, it at least appears to be sentient.
Angela: “Now what did you summon!?” -She says while scooting closer to Dyson to move away from the creature.-
Desiree, however, stands and moves over to the large maw, then places her hand on it. If it wasn't my monster, I would certainly try to stop her. She quickly takes a step back. An obvious chill running up and down her spine as she places her hand on the maw again, and it starts to open, splitting right down the middle, spreading its halves like a gigantic, light green and pink oyster, its insides looking much softer than its outside.
The scent is so strong that I need to force myself to step away. I take it back, I could definitively see some weak-willed humanoids walking over to it with a smile plastered all over their faces.
Desiree: “So much lust and want.” - she moves forth between the halves, even as they slowly close around her.
Dyson: “Stop!” - he lunges forth, and the tentacles lunge forth against him. Pushing him back with all the strength that can be expected from a tree as it breaks and shatters a stone that happened to block its path to the sun.
Even with all of Dyson's strength, it takes him a couple of moments to push them away, but as he does, Desiree calls back to him.
Desiree: “No! It doesn't wants to hurt me.” - she says - “It just... wants me.”
We can just barely see through the still open slit between both halves of the plant's maw, that Desiree's hands are resting against the back of its halves. Obviously, she's not keeping them open, but seems to be 'feeling' the plant's emotions.
Desiree: “it understands.” - she says - “Angela, Master, come here with me.”
The plant opens its maw wide.
“This looks like the dumbest thing...” - I comment.-
Dyson: “My first queen says it is a good idea, so it is a good idea.”
Angela nods, and they join Desiree between the maw's halves. The maw does not close this time.
Desiree: “It wants... it feels our bond... it wants in.” - she says - “It wants our bond, so much desire...”
The tentacles start to wither, and a flower bud begins to form in the middle of the maw- It grows as quickly as the tentacles wither, and by the time they are nothing but thin, massively long dry leaves in the ground, the flower blooms, revealing a feminine figure with skin as white as a lily's petals, and obviously just as delicate and soft. From tip to toe, she is clearly as they wanted, every single inch, every single strand of hair.
That isn't to say that the petals are doing a good job of keeping the figure's shape concealed because it is quite clear, if nothing else, the proportions of this creature's body are exactly as Angela and Desiree requested, with every exquisite detail in harmonious balance with the other.
“The plant is dying.” - I can see it drying up now.
Desiree: “It poured itself into this body. It wants to come with us”
Lylah: “We succeeded, then?”
Plant: “You failed.” - the plant says, its voice going from dry to silky soft in the span of a few syllables - “And you succeeded. It was Master who filled me with the desire for family, the need to love and lust and breed in the way you errant, rootless creatures do.”
Desiree: “You needed to feel our relationship and desires yourself.”
Plant: “That is correct, respected senior.”
The woman sits upon the dry stump that was its own body, its new, mobile, errant body stretching slowly, its thighs rubbing against each other, its toes sliding along the quickly drying insides of its previous figure. Its eyes are bright blue, quite literally, as they glow with a gentle blue light, matching her gently fluorescent blue hair and the incredibly delicate-looking, thin petal 'clothes' that reach around her neck, cascade over her shoulders, and embrace her hips from behind, making it look as if she was wearing a diaphanous silk collar, a thin scarf just almost succeeding in hiding her firm breasts and pale blue nipples, as well as forming a skirt around her waist, so thin as to be more of a wide belt that remains standing when she sits down.
Woman: “Master.” - she says - “I know what I was born for. I will be happy to go with the Lord Dyson.”
The woman turns to face Desiree and smiles. They reach together for each other's faces, then lean in for a kiss. As they separate, the plant turns towards Angela, and smiles, causing the swan beastkin to blush several shades of red.
Woman: “Well hi...” - she smiles at Dyson - “You sure are picky, sir. Master couldn't bear with handing over a toy, so he filled me with the need to taste your love before showing up like so.”
The plant woman leans forth towards Dyson, aiming for his lips with a delicate and moist-looking tongue already peeking between her bright red lips.
There's something intrinsically erotic to her every action and gesture as if she was about to jump forth and assault someone at all times.
Lylah covers the eyes of the two youngest bunnies as Desiree reaches forth and caresses the woman's neck and the back of her head, her other hand reaching to squeeze her breast, fondling it a little bit. Angela blinks, seeming to only now snap out of a daze.
Desiree: “Hey.” - she says matter of fact - “Don't get ahead of yourself.” - then she turns towards Dyson - “Master, please let us train her for you. She can't just assume your lips are hers out of the blue!”
Desiree pinches at the woman's nipple, trapping it between her thumb's nail and her index's side, making her wince and pull back.
Angela: “W-what...!? You are third in line!” - she calls out - “Know your place!” - she too, reaches out for a handful of the woman's hair, grabbing her by the back of her head, her left hand just above Desiree's right as her own right reaches for the woman's wrist.
As strong as -it- may have been as an enormous plant monster, it seems to be much more delicate in a woman's shape, as Desiree and Angela have absolutely no issue controlling her and keeping her from reaching Dyson.
Instead, he reaches for the woman's chin and caresses her lips with his thumb before shoving it past. She immediately starts to lick and suck.
Angela and Desiree: “Be grateful!”
The woman smiles.
“I take this show to mean, you know the reason for which we summoned you, and you are fine with it?” - I ask more out of going through the motions than because I had any doubts, which I don't.
Woman: “Of course, Master.” - she lets go of Dyson's thumb to speak, though neither Angela, Desiree nor Dyson himself had let go of her yet - “Looking forward to it. Including a thorough education at the hands of my respected seniors. Lord Dyson can use me as he sees fit; as a decoration on his mantel, a warm body on his bed, or a welcome mat by his main door.”
“My worries...” -I start to say, but the woman cuts me off.-
Woman: “Are unnecessary. I may be a flower, but I'm no greenhouse plant. Rather, a roadside lotus growing out of the swamp's much and filth, ready to be pushed down, stomped and sullied again and again whenever I break the surface of the water. I will be Lust.” - she says looking at Desiree - “And I will be obedience” - she tells Angela - “I will be anything my lord desires, endure anything my lord desires, and look forth to his use of me, for I was born to please, sate and indulge his and his queens every fancy and whim.”
“You're being awfully quiet about all this, Dyson.” -I call out to him.-
Dyson: “Your worries are yours, not mine.” - he says - “But if it puts you at ease I'm already satisfied by the results, so long as Angela and Desiree agree. As usual, you have outdone yourself, Two-Twelve. I believe she will do just fine.”
Both Angela and Desiree let go of the woman's hair, and carefully probe and squeezes at her body, beginning by her shoulders, and neck. Angela's hand wraps around the woman's princess neck, and squeezes, firm enough for it to be obvious, yet not so much as to bruise. The woman's breasts are groped, held up, and squeezed by both women.
“Are you two quite done?” - I interrupt. It is amazing how anything can become annoying when you are naught but a spectator.
Angela: “Master, she passes by our standards.”
Desiree: “Master, are you really satisfied?”
Dyson adopts a thinking posture, holding his left elbow on his right hand, and pressing his left hand against his mouth “I said I was satisfied already, but come think about it.” - he pauses as he looks at the woman held before him - “She looks the part, but what about her wings? I thought we agreed she would have wings?”
Even though the large flower petals wrapping around her throat and cascading over her body are not completely see-through, they aren't very effective as clothing, either, and with her attitude so far, you ́d think she has barely any modesty left, but when the petals start to twitch and slide out of the way, unwrapping from around her neck, pulling up and exposing her breasts, or untangling from around her waist as they extend behind her and form a huge pair of butterfly wings in black and blue.
From the instructions on the woman's construction to the spectacle that just took place there isn't much of this woman I don't know about even if I haven't directly seen it, but as her body comes into clearer view from under the petals slipping away Dyson steps in between to shield her from me.
Woman: “I'm sorry my lord. I should have realized.” -She says looking over Dyson's shoulder at me while being more mindful of her appearance.-
Angela: “Those are your wings?! They don't look anywhere near strong enough to support you.”
I try to use [Menu] to equip some clothing onto the woman, but like with many of the sentient demi-humans, I have to summon a monsters' gear rather than normal clothing to equip her with. After trying to summon something sensible the woman is instead wrapped in a long cyan length of cloth that is only being secured by a black sash wrapping around her waist.
Now that she's somewhat covered again, her attitude comes back.
Woman: “They may look delicate, senior, but I assure you they work just fine.” - she relaxes them, and the wings become soft, limp lengths of brightly colored cyan and darker-than-night black - “When they are limp like this, you can bend or pull and I promise they won't tear. Just remember, they are still part of my body.”
Angela lets go of her neck, then grabs her limp wing and pulls on it, but doesn't appear to have done so very hard. Either way, she seems satisfied when she releases the woman's wing.
Angela: “Time will tell if she will do or not, but she at least meets our specifications.”
Her wings, unable to wrap around her again due to her clothing, simply hang limply behind her, appearing to be part of her clothes.
Now that Angela seems happy, the woman's eyes lock with Desiree's, and although neither of them says anything, their expressions say otherwise.
Desiree: “We shall see...” -She then turns to Dyson and says.- “Master, you should choose her name.”
Even though this woman exists by Dyson's request, he has been rather quiet the entire time, but finally moves back, pulling the woman by the sash around her hips, causing both Angela and Desiree to move with her. After a few moments he says. “As I said before, I am already satisfied. Two-Twelve, you've exceeded yourself again.” - he pauses, then moves forth to kiss the woman, right after saying - “Your name is Yasmine.”
Yasmine: “By your will.”
Angela: “Indeed.”
Desiree: “That is correct.”
Azami: “Could the lot of you just go and get a room already?”
And then he kissed her.
It had been walking... no, not walking... slithering? It had been moving around the room for a while, its thick yet flexible roots easily pulling it along on its inspection of the room. It had let out little “Mah!” cries whenever a fellow monster walked by, but as its master placed it specifically in that room, that was all it was able to move about in.
Lilah: “What a curious thing. Are we sure it is not sentient?”
The other bunnies nodded, their ears wiggling softly as they did.
Lilah: “Well, I can tell it to move about, but nothing happens when I tell it to freeze, or attack.”
And in the ample room, its soft lips parted out as it let out another cheerful-sounding “Mah!”, scattering its spores about.