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UWS: 1.5 - Milk and honey
🕑 Added 2025-01-20 17:33:57 +0000 UTCThe Girls had only gotten around to the town of Maplethistle by six in the evening. Maplethistle itself radiated with a comfortable warmth, you couldn’t find anywhere else. Lanterns lit the town around the moment they arrived, Purple lilac trees bloomed under the setting sun, and the smell of fresh wood burning and meat being cooked was refreshing.
Against their better judgment, they’ve decided to cling to the uniforms, despite their skin becoming damp from the day’s heat. Yana however was the only one who stuck with her blazer. Calia wondered if she was too shy to show some skin.
The girl was very reserved but didn't hold the typical arrogance you'd expect from
Calia’s eyes occasionally drifted to Sylphia, the elf’s gaze was predatory, looking at her the same way a dragon would at gold. Her sneaking advances weren’t exactly subtle. Yana had noticed the tension and rolled her eyes in annoyance. I
f she had to be true to herself, Sylphia seemed very much like a threat of sorts. She didn't trust her.
It would be best to keep an eye on her.
It seemed most students had brought an exorbitant amount of luggage with them, which put the four of them on a matching quest.
Half an hour of walking had them stumbling into a home essentials shop. “Hearths and threads.”
Their purchases hadn’t taken long, they kept things simple but tasteful. Every one of them chose a different color bed sheet, some pillows, a curtain, and a carpet for the spartan bathroom.
Piper of course had no allowance to be able to afford it, bar some gold coins she’d have to live off. Calia kept her promise, Piper had excused herself but promised to make up for it in the future.
She’d better.
Yana had ordered a bedside table and when asked how she’d liked it delivered. She demonstrated a [Inventory] spell. Tucking it away somewhere with the whoosh of her wand somewhere between this reality and the next.
“So Yana, what happens if you run out of mana?” Piper has asked with her wayward curiosity.
“Hopefully it would never happen, as I take care of my mana reserves. But if it did, however. The item would either be suspended within extradimensional space or it would explode near a similar axis I isolated it from. If it survived, I’d simply retrieve it?”
“Huh?” Piper asked, perplexed.
Sylphia stepped in, acting like she was a caveman. “Mana disappear from small lady,” she started with an apelike pose, Yana was immediately irritated by this display. “Desk goes boom or desk freeze like frozen popsicle, If desk not go boom, small lady retrieve with more mana.”
“Oh, I get it now,” Piper said. Looking into the air as if she’d discovered an epiphany.
Yana clicked her tongue. Sylphia giggled. Calia knew she wasn’t really dumb, just devoid of the academic rhetoric that nobles held.
“Wait, frozen popsicles,” the girl started. “Frozen treats, ice cream, cakes, and chocolate.”
Her face was delighted with joy.
Her eyes narrowed on Calia and then grew big as apples. “Calia, you said you get me something nice, well…” her hands folded together and she crept closer, her face twice as cute as before.
Calia folded her arms. She turned her head away. “Hmmm, maybe not…you know those bedding goods were expensive, even my own allowance is limited…”
There was an opportunity here, a psychological play to be made. Piper had naturally skirted her when they met, but she wanted the girl to be completely under her thumb. Her reaction earlier wasn’t satisfactory enough, she wanted to train her in a sense for her eventual needs.
“Please, I want ice cream, I want chocolate, I want sugar cakes.” she raised a voice, drawing stares from the staff of the shop.
Better to calm her then.
“Okay, buuuutttt… only if you do me a little favor later.”
Yana gave her a disgusted look. She didn’t care, she had her own games to play at this academy for her future. Someone like Piper would make a nice ally and ‘friend.’ Affluent or not, her father was a knight, it was an instant connection with the king's court. She needs to play the winning hand.
“Anything, I promise.” her eyes grew abnormally large, which made it doubly cute.
“Ok.”
Yana let out a nasty grunt, “You know Piper, extracurricular activities are an easy way to make some money. Don’t let Calia manipulate you.”
Piper pretended not to hear her.
Sylphia kept giggling. The elf girl found everything amusing it seemed.
They moved out once again, stumbling from street to street. Enjoying the scenery along the way, what irked her the most were the inhabitants of the town. There were mostly women, the occasional man popping up only after a while. It seemed a bit odd, though the academy was a woman’s institution, the town was something else entirely.
There was something sinister at work here.
Their stroll came to an end when they smelled the hot scent of warm sugar and honey. A glowing board illustrated the name of the small shop. Called Pelrunea’s Sweets.
The owner sat inside, smoking a long pipe, which sent out pink sparkling smog into the air. She was a mature but voluptuous woman, there were silver streaks in her dark hair, lips were pink with some gloss. Very light on makeup. Calia wagered her in her early forties. Still beautiful.
The first thing she noticed was her face, and the second thing was her massive breasts.
Milf spotted
“Good evening, how can I help you girls.” she waved, coughing.
“Pel-ru-nea?”
The woman nodded. “That’s me.”
“We are hoping to buy some sweets,” Calia said with a genuine smile.
“Choose your pick.” the woman responds nonchalantly.
The woman gestured to an array of confections. Their was everything from pies to cakes to tarts to teas, ‘to special herbs.’ Calia thought it would best to buy something like a cake, so everyone could celeberate the occasion. Piper had a different idea.
The girl’s eyes locked on a glossy sweetcake. She leaned forward.
“Piper! Don’t lean in too close, let the lady bag it then wait.” Yana called out to no avail.
“SWEEEETCAKES!!!”
Piper leaned over the counter, frantically jumping, despite warnings from the others, she impulsively bit into the nearest fruitcake. Chomping down on it.
“Piper!” Yana shouted. Hands-on her temples, she fell to the ground.
“Oh, that’s not good at all,” Sylvia said.
Calia shook her head.
“How amusing, and yet ill-mannered,” Pelrunea said.
“You!” she pointed at Piper, the girl stared at the woman with the tenacity of a stray cat. “[Morph] into a [Frog]
A ray of light shot out of the wand.
Piper’s body shrunk and slowly started to lose her humanoid features, her hands becoming webbed and her eyes wide, her hair went baldlike. She disappeared under her own clothing.
The girls stared in horror, there was a moment of silence, then, came a croak.
The frog sprinted, and ran away from the woman, she leaped under Calia’s skirt tickling her, squeezing into her shirt, and disappearing between her breasts.
Yana and Sylphia were on their knees, they started begging without uttering a word.
Calia stepped forward, plugging the frog girl from her breasts. Voice dripping with flair, she’d noticed something intriguing as the chaos occurred, beneath the cleavage of Pelrunea's breasts, there were thin white veins, glowing like cave lights. An illness. A rare illness, many took advantage of.
She cleared her throat. “Ahem, I’ll pay for that of course.”
“You better. Or I’ll be cooking four frogs tonight.” Pelrunea teased. Calia didn't know if she was serious or not, she seemed like a force to be reckoned with.
Yana turned away, embarrassed, staring out of the shop and into the streets.
In the end, Calia had ended up buying more than a couple of sweets, she bought several sweetcakes for Piper alone. Sylphia didn’t want much, stating she kept a rigid diet to maintain her figure and it was far from her cheat day, though she agreed to eat some of the cake Calia wanted to buy. Yana had reluctantly taken a chocolate bar Calia had bought, blushing at the gesture but turning stone cold shortly after.
Piper had to redress, after Pelrunea reversed the spell, in full view of everyone, especially to Calia’s delight.
She chased her friends away after the debacle, Piper was the first to go, nibbling on her sweet cake, Yana left not wanting to endure more embarrassment. But Sylphia stalled, and Calia really didn’t like that, she was nosey. Too nosey. But she left after Calia frowned at her.
There was something Calia wanted to ask this woman.
“Is there a reason you hurried your friends away?” the woman questioned, huffing her pipe. Calia looked at the pipe and observed her lungs. “What, you want to try some of this, it’s [faerie glitter] mixed with [moonweed]. Numbs the pain…”
Calia shook her head. Then as politely as possible made inquiries. “I have a question Miss Pelrunea, if you don't mind”
“Ask away, though you're being an unnaturally nosey girl?
Calia nodded. “[Mysticamastia], do you have it?”
Pelrunea raised her head. “It’s rude to ask a woman something so personal, especially when it’s such a hurtful thing.” The woman put her pipe down. “Get out.”
“Wait.” she pleaded. “I have a sickness myself. My adoptive mother used to give me milk from women with [Mysticamastia], it eased my ‘pain’. I was wondering if you are selling–”
“My Breastmilk?” she said amused. “No. Get out!”
“Wait a minute–”
The Wand pointed at her and magical energy flew from it. “[Banish]”
An invisible force propelled Calia Out of the shop. The doors and the windows closed like a poltergeist commanded it. She stumped her head against the road pavement. Making her head spin in circles.
Her roommates were staring at her in confusion.
“It's a good thing I carried the cake,” Yana said, frowning. “What did you do now?”
Calia sighed. “Nothing much, I was asking for some guidance, I may have pissed her off, but let's just go back to the dorm.”
“Agreed,” Sylphia said. Cutting any unnecessary talk short.
That was disappointing, but she knew she'd be back, there was a panacea under her nose, she needed to provide the right leverage and Pelrunea would cave. She'd be back in a few days.
Calia wiped the dust off her, her attention shifting below her waist, things were getting more intense by the second.
She half considered ditching her newfound friends and then creeping into some bush, and relieve herself. How long could she bear this overbearing feeling, this throbbing, pulsating experience, it was becoming too much.
