Tuesday, August 14, 2012

Fates Chosen 01: Homecoming

Mytheroptera: Roadwise

“Fates Chosen”: Chapter 1


Marigold’s memories of the previous night had become hazy with the warmth and softness of Wixella combined and all the excitement and emotion that evening had caused her to fall asleep in the Bugbears arms. Normally her nights were restless, waking up several times throughout the night to the random startling sounds throughout the brothel, but this previous night she had slept better than she ever had in years. Ever so slowly consciousness had begun to return to her, feeling surrounded by a cozy, comforting sensation. She opened her eyes, refocusing on a small path of sunlight casting itself across wood panels above her. One eye was buried beneath the folds of a thick down pillow; the other scanned back and forth, slowly adjusting to the light and the sound of birds outside. Then as she slowly began to regain her senses, she felt a simply heavenly sensation at her feet; wet and slithering moving back and forth across her soles. Still in a dreamy state, she indulged in the experience, flexing her feet and splaying her toes wide as if inviting more, and sure enough the sensation followed, darting back and forth between each digit causing Marigold to moan softly. As more clarity and awareness returned, the sensation became a ticklish one, as she began to giggle softly, reaching out with her toes to stroke them against the slimy surface and surprised at how much she was enjoying herself...until the reality of the situation finally made itself known and it dawned on her that she was in a strange bed and someone or something was licking her feet.

She sat up slightly, leaning on her elbows as she saw herself covered in a large thick blanket in what appeared to be some attic-like crawl space that had been made up like a large bed. Looking down she could see a large form under the blankets, and the shadowed silhouette of a rear end up in the air with a long shaggy tail wagging back and forth. “A…dog?” She thought to herself, smiling as she reached down and pulled the blanket away. What she saw was the last thing she expected.

“Heya!” A voice spoke as the “dog” propped itself up on its arms and legs, lifting its head to face Marigold, a very humanoid face with dark skin and a wide smile with floppy dog ears poking out of a rats nest of shaggy amber hair. This odd dog person crawled forward, fully mounting the now confused dwarf girl’s waist as Marigold quickly crossed her legs tight. It sat up, revealing a lanky and youthful figure a good foot or so taller than herself with a small paunch belly and a pair of small but ample breasts that she appeared to thrust forward by pressing her arms inward. She was fully naked except curiously enough for a pair of red and orange striped socks pulled up to her calves. “A…Pooka?*” Marigold finally spoke out loud. “Yep yep!” The dog girl replied in a cheerful, childish voice as she leaned forward to sniff Marigold all across her chest and face, causing Marigold to giggle hysterically. This odd girl seemed innocent enough, and Marigold had heard stories of the whimsical and goofy Pooka street performers of the far east that never seemed capable of any malice or ill will; but she’d still be on her guard just in case.

* Pooka are a type of mischievous Fae born with a particular animal affinity that allows them to change into the animal at will but certain physical features of that animal are always present in their normal form.

“Mmmmm…you smell gooooood…” the dog girl commented as she wrapped her arms around Marigold and pressed her face between her breasts, barely contained beneath her shirt, rubbing her cheeks into them as her tail wagged rapidly. “H…hey…what are you…s…stop…STOP…” She began to exclaim, blushing a deep red and pushing gently against the dog girls shoulders as she whimpered in response, rubbing herself affectionately against Marigolds body, now straddling a single thick thigh and grinding herself against it like…well…a dog in heat. “Hey stohohohop that!” Marigold protested, the humor and ridiculousness of the situation not lost on her. Just then she, she heard a familiar voice from behind her.

“Nel! That’s quite enough! Get down here!” the deep womanly voice of Wixella could be heard from below as Nel quickly turned to look down. “Masters home!” She squealed as she climbed down a ladder to the ground and ran to hug her. “My goodness young lady! Where are your clothes?! What did I tell you about running around stark naked like that?!” Wixella exclaimed in a comical tone of voice like how a mother might take with a young child. “Not naked! See!?” Nel replied with a giggle. “As cute as they are, socks don’t count and you know that!” Wixella replied. Marigold couldn’t help but smile in response to the heartfelt banter between the two.

“Hello? You still alive?” Wixella commented with a giggle as she ascended the stairs and gave a few quick tickles to Marigolds exposed sole, causing both feet to immediately recoil under the covers with a squeal and the dwarf girl to sit up. “I’m sorry about Nel…she’s a bit too friendly with strangers sometimes, especially other females.” She explained with another giggle.

“Oh no its fine really…” Marigold replied, not wanting to admit that she was loving the attention her feet were receiving. Just then Wixella lifted up a small pile of folded garments into view. “I got these for you to replace those servants rags you were forced to wear…” She explained as Marigold stared in disbelief. “N…new…clothes?”. She replied with a meek voice, so overwhelmed with gratitude but still being kept at an arm’s length due to her own insecurities and phobias. “Th-thank you very much W-…do I call you master as well?” She commented after having heard the way Nel addressed her. “Oh nothing like that, she just does that out of habit more than anything else. You can call me Wixella or just “Wix” if you prefer; nice to know you like the clothes. Well get dressed and come down for breakfast.” She replied as she climbed back down the ladder.

Looking over the edge of the bed she could see the full expanse of the room with a large hearth to one side, fully aflame, numerous pieces of well crafted furniture atop various rugs and all around tapestries and various unusual decorations were strewn about the walls and hanging from the ceiling giving the entire place a very magical feel to it. And the smell of something delicious hung in the air coming from the direction of the hearth where Wixella stood, stirring a large hanging pot. Her appearance was much different than the previous evening; instead of the tattered rags and cloaks, she was dressed in a bright and vibrant house dress of white, green and tan with finely stitched patterns of flowers along the sleeves and pleats and appeared to glow in the sunlight cast through the window. Quickly Marigold unfolded her new clothes, barely able to contain herself as she viewed a white blouse with frilly sleeves, light brown dress and slippers that were surprisingly the perfect size for her. She began to wonder if Nel wasn’t the only one who got their hands on her feet in the night.

After dressing she ascended the ladder, still unsure of how she should act around such an individual. She had gone from being owned by an elf, which were normally seen as very even tempered but this one was quite aggressive and cruel, to a Bugbear who were normally seen as aggressive and cruel, but this one seemed so caring and compassionate. A confusing situation if there was any. “Well don’t just stand there! Sit down!” Wixella commanded with a smirk as Marigold quickly made her way to the table and sat obediently, years of living as a slave had made her flawlessly obedient to the letter and she would always obey any command given. “Gaelyn and Aldo should be back from the market shortly…” Wixella commented as she retrieved a pan of small bread loaves from the wide opening just above the hearth. “Who?” Marigold replied just as the door opened and the sound of ruckus laughter could be heard.

“Oh do be quiet already would you?!” A very aggravated fairy exclaimed, startling Marigold nearly right out of her seat and fluttering into the room on delicate wings. Marigold had never seen a more enchanting and beautiful creature in her whole life, with long flowing light blue hair, striking gold eyes and a cherubic rounded face with delicate, feminine features. “Aaaaw what’s wrong Aldo? You would make a perfectly lovely bride I’m sure of it!” Another voice from behind the first exclaimed. What entered next was something Marigold had never seen before. She looked like a tall and lanky Satyr, around 6’ tall and colored in various deep earth tones. A small ridge of horns topped her forehead with jet black hair cascading down one side of the head only; the other side was cut short. She had a long tail with a tuft of fur on the end and stood on the balls of immensely long 4 toed feet, resembling the way a Satyr might walk. Marigold caught herself staring at those feet for a few moments before shaking it off and reasoned based on stories that she had heard that she must be a Troll.

“What on earth happened?!” Wixella exclaimed as the horned one tried to stop herself from laughing. “So we’re at the market place right? And this big burly guy goes over to Aldo and starts hitting on him…” She began to explain as Marigold glanced back over at the fairy “…him?…that’s a guy?!…” she thought to herself as she stared. “Aldo tries to be all courteous, telling him, ya know, sorry but I’m a DUDE and all that but the guy doesn’t believe him and keeps putting the moves on him. So of course Aldo gets more and more flustered and aggravated, especially when the guy starts making really lewd and perverted comments about what he’d like to do to him…” She continued as she sat at the table, putting her feet up on a nearby stool and kicking off her sandals, revealing her high arched soles and flexing and wiggling her long toes, practically making Marigold drool. “So what does Aldo do?” She continues. “Stop it Gaelyn!” Aldo exclaimed, leaning against the hearth as he poked at the fire. “No wait it gets better! Aldo spins around and DROPS TROW, exposing his nethers to the guy and screams “SEE! I’M A GUY!!!” and who happens to be standing right across from him? But the local constable!!” She continued, bursting into a second round of laughter.

“Oh goodness!” Wixella responded, hand against her cheek. “Did he get a citation?” She inquired as Gaelyn shook his head. “No now see this is the best part! He walks over and says to Aldo “Young lady I’m all for practical jokes but waving a fake penis around in public is just in poor taste” and let him off with a warning!!” Gaelyn finished as she laughed so hard she fell off the chair. “That’s it! I’ll give you something to laugh about!!” Aldo exclaimed as he lunged on Gaelyn and dug his fingers into her sides, wiggling like mad as Gaelyn rolled around, her once merry laughter now sounding much more panicked and frantic. “What is so wrong with a straight man wanting to be beautiful!? I ask you!!!” Aldo exclaimed as Nel who had been in the next room getting dressed scampered in wearing a loose tunic and tattered shorts (still with those socks), took sight of the situation and leapt in with a mirthful squeal, wrapping her legs around Gaelyn’s ankles, gripping her big two big toes with one hand, scribbling nails all across both soles with her free hand and slathering them with her tongue. Wixella could only stand there, shaking her head with laughter as the three rolled around on the floor. Marigold on the other hand could only feel an oddly warm and comforting feeling; this really did seem like a family of sorts. Not the idealized family you’d read about in story books where everyone always got along mind you, but a very real and genuine one despite everyone being from different races. It reminded her of the sisterly bond a few of the ladies from the brothel had with each other, despite bickering endlessly about petty problems like who’s stockings were who’s or one stealing another’s lipstick.

“HEHEHEHEY!!! WAHAHAHAHAAAIT!!! SERIOHOHOHOHOUSLY!!!!” Gaelyn pleaded as the two halted their attack. “What is it?!” Aldo replied still with an aggravated tone in his voice. “….who is that?” Gaelyn inquired now looking in Marigolds direction, to which Aldo then followed. Now the center of attention, the timid dwarf squirmed in her seat, tucking her knees in against her chest in a defensive pose. “I don’t know but she is quite lovely isn’t she?” Aldo remarked in a far more positive tone as she stood and collected herself, her compliment causing Marigold’s eyes to widen and blush deep red, burying her face in her knees. “S-stop…y...you don’t mean that…” She replied as Wixella came to the rescue. “This here is Marigold, the newest member of our little family.” She said as Marigold looked up at her. “I’m…not property…but a part of the family?” She thought to herself as her eyes glistened. Just then Nel leaned over, wrapping her arms around her with a big hug. “She smells niiiiice!” She remarked with a wide smile. “As astute as always dear Nel, thank goodness we have you to deliver the important facts unto us.” Gaelyn quipped as she then turned back to Marigold. “Has she tried to lick your feet yet?” She inquired as Nel began to nod enthusiastically. “Oooof course you have…” Gaelyn replied as she got to her feet and approached Marigold. “Lets have a looksee.” She said as she reached for Marigolds wrist and pulled her arm forward, sliding the sleeve upward, revealing her slave brand. “Ah yes; the brave, the proud, the disposable…” She remarked extending her own arm alongside hers showing her own brand. “You’ll like being the property of Wixella here; she’s quite the charmer.” She commented as Aldo slinked around behind the Bugbear, hugging her waist and placing his head on her shoulder. “And she really does utilize her acquisitions to their fullest potential…” He said kissing Wixella on the cheek, inciting pleasant giggling from the Bugbear and causing a cavalcade of random thoughts and questions to run through Marigolds head.

“Oh stop it! You know needing to purchase you was merely a formality to free you from your far less fortunate fates.” She replied pulling Gaelyn’s hands free from her waist. “Now let’s all sit down to eat; today is a special day after all.” She said as she got down a stack of bowls off of a high shelf. “Special?” Aldo inquired, retrieving a small bun from the tray. “Why yes, today is actually Marigold’s birthday!” She replied as they all turned to look at her; Gaelyn in particular with a wide grin on her face. “Does that mean…?” She began before Wixella cut her off. “No…she’s still new to the family Gaelyn, be nice.” She replied. “Well how old are you?” Aldo inquired as he ladled some stew into his bowl. “Um…f…forty three?*” She replied meekly. “Oh come on Wix! She just became legal too!?” Gaelyn once again exclaimed. “She said no Gaelyn!” Aldo chimed in as Marigold could only look at them all confused beyond belief and Gaelyn grumbled under her breath.

*Dwarves are among the longest lived fae and age far slower, not reaching “consenting age” as it is set by their cultural norms until the age of 43.

Marigold sat quietly and ate as she watched the banter and interaction between the other 4, a permanent smile plastered on her face after hearing what Wixella had said about actually being a part of this family. She watched as they tried to keep Nel from shoving her entire face in her bowl, Aldo snapping at Gaelyn for distracting him by stroking her foot up his leg under the table as she snagged the last roll and the whole time Wixella’s melodious laughter bursting forth with every antic (also because Gaelyn’s tail was stroking at her toes under the table). She couldn’t remember the last time she felt so at ease and comfortable around other people before. At the same time she couldn’t help but notice how many aspects of this group seem to appeal to her on other levels; the way they constantly tickled each other or the way she woke up with Nel licking her feet…and just what exactly was Gaelyn talking about earlier in regards to her birthday?

Breakfast came to a close and on instinct, Marigold hopped to her feet to assist Wixella clear off the table to which Wix simply smiled and nodded. After the clean-up was complete, the main 4 returned to the table with Marigold still in the kitchen area just beside it wiping down a counter. “Alright Aldo, what’d you do find in the marketplace?” Wixella inquired in a much more serious, authoritative tone. “Well lets see then shall we” He responded as he put a canvas bag on the table and began to rummage through it. The whole time Marigold still couldn’t get it out of her head how a man could be so enchantingly beautiful and graceful in his movements. “We found Carrow Root, Peasant Sprout, Margonis Seed and oh…we managed to find some Blood Fungus…” He explained as Wixella’s eyes widened. “Are they in season already? Excellent!” She replied as she took a few large mushrooms in her hands with caps that looked like they were splattered in red coloring. Marigold returned to the table and began to watch more intently as Wixella finally turned to her. “Oh sorry for the confusion; you see Marigold we run an Apothecary shop. We take various raw materials and use Alchemy to turn them into remedies, potions, aphrodisiacs and other useful items to sell…” She explained as Gaelyn chimed in. “Yeah and this over here will brew a Muddle Stout that’ll knock you right on you’re keester!” She exclaimed with her hand on Wixella’s shoulder. “…well yes that too…in the summer months we’ve been known to sell drinks at a lot of the outdoor festivals…” She added with a grin. “That’s…that’s so cool!” Marigold remarked, inciting laughter from everyone. “Yes, yes it is I suppose.” Aldo replied.


“Pleeheheheheheeeeeeease!!! I prohohohohohmise you I know nohohohohohothing!!!!” The shadowed female figure cried with laughter, tears pouring down her face, hidden away deep in some dungeon far away from anyone who could ever hear or save her. She had been stripped naked, locked into a kneeling position with her wrists bound over her head by shackle and chain. All around her, shadowy figures committed their depraved actions, tickle torturing this poor frail thing within an inch of her life. Wiggling fingers scribbled their way up and down her slender torso, along her belly, sides, the deep recesses of her underarms and around the full circumference of her small yet perky breasts, taking particular joy in teasing her nipples which became more erect by the second. Behind her, a pair of hooded figures knelt before the platform, each with their own tactics in mind. One used a paintbrush to trace a long course along her flawlessly soft and slender soles, taking great pleasure in lingering in the crevices between each toe before once again returning to her high arch and instep. The other was far less delicate and tactful, with her toes in hand, pulling them back and scribbling their nails all over the soft spongy sole frantically like an animal. And all the while, the inquisitor who had decided the fate of this unfortunate wretch stood in front of her, hand between her legs fingering the poor girl, the sexual arousal only a means of heightening the bodies sensitivity and making it that much more ticklish. She screamed at the top of her lungs with hysterical laughter, swinging her head from side to side as the tears and sweat fell upon her tormentors like a soft summer rain. After a few minutes, the figure raised his hand and the attack ceased as the bound and shivering figure slumped forward, whimpering and weeping.

“I will not ask you again…” The figure said as he gripped her chin, lifting it up so she could see the tormentors cold, cruel eyes. “Where is it? We know you had it in your possession at one point but then passed it on to someone else to elude us. You only need to tell us and all this will be over…” The figure spoke in an eerily comforting tone. “I…*gasp*…don’t know….and if I did….I’d rather die laughing than tell the likes of you…” The female said in a venomous tone, spitting in his face. The shadowed figure stepped back, wiping his face as he chuckled menacingly. “Well then…I guess more drastic measures may be necessary here…” He said as he reached into his cloak and pulled out a small red vial, holding it in front of her causing the females eyes to go wide filled with terror.

“N…no…no not that! Please!!! Anything but that!!!! Have meeeercyyyyy!!!” She screamed at the top of her lungs as the figured closed in on her.


“Hehe…hey…hey Aldo…watch this…” Gaelyn commented as she called over to Marigold. “Hey Mari, could you retrieve the sheets hanging up on the line outside?” She requested in only the most sincere of tones of voice. “Oh of course!” Marigold responded happily as she stepped outside, down a few steps and seeing the clothes line directly ahead of her, began to pull down and fold each linen before placing them in the basket beside her. When she turned to head back however, she stood in shock, dropping the basket. She saw no house at all, only a small gypsy wagon, barely big enough to hold maybe 2-3 people at best as Gaelyn poked her head out the window. “I love seeing their first reactions!” She remarked with a laugh as Marigold stood there confused out of her mind. Just then Wixella exited the wagon and approached Marigold. “Sorry for Gaelyn’s rather abrasive sense of humor Marigold; let me explain. Within that wagon exists what is known to magic users as “pocket space”. It’s hard to explain exactly how it works unless you practice magic, but it allows for a much larger area to occupy a much smaller space, effectively bending the will of reality itself.” She explained as Marigold practically shook with excitement. “That’s…AMAZING!!!” She exclaimed in amazement as Wixella laughed in response. “We’re so used to it we often forget how miraculous it really is at times.” She added as she picked up the basket. “Come now, we have chores to do while the others go out.” She commanded as Marigold bounced along behind her “Yes Wixella!”

Marigold went about her assigned duties, sweeping along through each room happily before crossing paths with Wixella once again currently scrubbing the floor of the kitchen when a topic of discussion suddenly dawned on her; something she had been wondering about for quite a while. “Wixella?” She inquired as she got beside her. “Yes dear?” She replied without turning. “How is it…that you’re so different from other Children of Gob*? I was lead to believe that they were all violent and hateful monsters; but you’re nothing like that…” She asked.

*In the primary Mytheropteran pantheon, it’s believed that all “goblinoids” (Gremlins, Goblins, Hobgoblins, Orcs and Bugbears) were created by “Gob”, the deity of destruction and war and each carries with them his dark influence. In the old world vernacular, they are often referred to collectively as “The Children of Gob".

“Well that’s quite simple Marigold; I wasn’t raised by my biological parents…” She began to explain. “My adoptive mother was traveling in this very wagon when she came across the remains of an encampment that had been the scene of some horrible battle with no survivors or even bodies in sight. It was then that she heard crying coming from beneath the canopy of a fallen wagon. She rummaged through the wreckage and found me, barely old enough to walk, as the only survivor. Despite what I was, she didn’t have it in her heart to abandon such a small child to the wild and decided to take me with her. I learned later that she was a Priestess of Nuath…” She continued. “Nuath?” Marigold interjected. “In the Seelie Court there are three noble houses; Faeranog, Stonehilt and Kalindrell. My mother was from Kalindrell, which promotes the virtues of Love, Beauty, Desire and the Arts. This house is the heart of the Seelie reminding all the rest that a life without pleasure, music and love is one of emptiness and stagnation and Nuath is our goddess. Through them I learned to find the inner peace to calm my savage goblinoid heart and come to love and respect all things around me, following in my mother’s legacy and becoming a priestess myself.” She continued to explain as Marigold listened, fascinated but of course getting hung up on terms like “pleasure” and “desire”.

It only took an hour or so before they were able to complete their tasks, Wixella astonished at the rate of productivity the dwarf girl was capable of, moving like a whirlwind through the house. “I’ve heard of the dwarves legendary stamina and endurance but that was nothing short of remarkable!” She exclaimed as she slumped down in an arm chair, slipped off her shoes and put her feet up on an ottoman in front of her. “Well thank you Wixe…Wixella” She stumbled a bit as she caught sight of the Bugbears surprisingly breathtaking feet. They were thick and massive with soles a far lighter color than the rest of her body, one easily the size of her torso and incredibly curvy and high arched with large, thick toes that arced forward slightly, creating a deep groove under each toe pad. “Mmmmm…now we can rest a bit…” She said as she crossed her feet at the ankles and flexed her toes unconsciously, closing her eyes. Marigold sat beside her in a small chair, staring and crossing her legs tightly feeling so incredibly aroused she could barely stand it.

“Um…Wixella?” She said timidly. “Hm?” She responded still with her eyes shut. “W-would you…um…like me to rub your feet for you?” She managed to force out, being one of the few activities from her old life that she ever got any praise for and had enough confidence to offer freely. “Mmmmm I’d love that Marigold; thank you!” She replied uncrossing her feet and flexing her toes happily, smirking a little bit and knowing full well there was more behind her request. Marigold got down on her knees before the massive appendages, staring intently and breathing in the sweet scent of lilacs that seemed to always cling to Wixella. She reached down and placed her hands on her left foot; the flesh was soft and meaty and oh so warm. She let out a soft coo as she began to rub, never having had such a huge foot in her hands and wanting nothing more than to wrap her arms around it and hug it tight, shoving her face into the toes and breathing in deep. She purposely knelt with her knees pinned together, trying her best to control her mounting arousal as she massaged the squishy soles. “Mmmmm…that feels heavenly dear…” Wixella commented with a smile.

“Um…Wixella? What exactly was Gaelyn talking about earlier about my birthday?” Marigold finally inquired, the curiosity driving her mad. “Ah yes, that. Well you see dear, all of us in this house for the most part are polyamorous.” She replied. “Polyamorous?” Marigold responded, knowing she had heard the word before but forgot what it meant. “Well, to put it bluntly we’re all sexually active with each other.” She blurted out as Marigold froze in place and stared over Wixella’s feet at her face to see if she was joking. “We also all share a rather common interest in tickling as well as foot fetishism. And usually when it’s someone’s birthday we all pleasure and tickle them as a group…” She continued, Marigold’s eyes growing even wider in disbelief getting caught up on an earlier comment. “I…its common?” She inquired, suddenly for the first time in years not feeling like such an outcast for having such desires. “Oh yes incredibly common…I’m surprised you didn’t see more of that working on a brothel...” Wixella replied. “Well then again it all would have probably occurred behind closed doors so you w-…oh…oh my…” She began as she suddenly felt a pair of tiny sweet little lips against the ball of her left foot, kissing it deeply like one would a true love. Wixella blushed deeply as she watched the adorable little dwarf wrap her arms around her foot, hugging it tightly and effectively making out with it, breathing in its scent and kissing it all over, even going as far as to begin licking it affectionately. “I knew I was meant to find you…” Wixella whispered as she stroked Marigolds cheek with the big toe on her other foot. Just then Marigold’s legs came uncrossed and she panicked, recoiling back and turning away from the Bugbear.

“I’m sorry! I just couldn’t help…I mean…I…” She began to stammer uncontrollably before Wixella interjected. “It’s okay Marigold, really! I was enjoying it immensely. Oh and by the way? I know already about your little secret.” She replied as Marigold once again froze in place, staring over her shoulder at Wixella, on the verge of a panic attack. “W..what?” She exclaimed astonished as Wixella tapped on her nose. “I have a very good sense of smell. I could smell the unique hormones on your skin when I first picked you up last night. Come here Marigold.” She explained and then commanded, motioning with her finger as Marigold inched her way over at which point the far larger woman picked her up into her lap. “There’s nothing to be ashamed of dear. It’s a truly beautiful thing to be honest. Come now, let me see.” She instructed as Marigold choked back the tears of shame, clenched her eyes and opened her legs…as a bulge could then be seen poking up under her dress.

“So, you’re a futanari.” Wixella commented as Marigold then turned to her, tears welling up in her eyes. “A what?” She inquired. “It is in the teachings of Nuath that futanari are the truly blessed, born with both male and female aspects and able to share their love and passion with any they choose to the fullest. Mothers of my faith actually pray for futanari children Marigold…it’s a blessing, not a curse.” She explained wiping away Marigolds tears as she rested her head on Wixella’s chest, once again feeling so grateful that yet another deep emotional scar had suddenly, slowly begun to heel. She then suddenly felt Wixella’s hand under her dress, gently running the pads of her fingers along the hard shaft, causing her to let out a soft moan. “If you’d like, I’d be honored to prove to you just what a blessing it really is.” She whispered softly as Marigold’s mind raced. There were so many conflicting emotions; no one had ever even seen it before let alone touched it but Wixella seemed so loving and gentle, surely she could trust her. Marigold didn’t respond verbally, but instead reached down, pulling up her dress and revealing her rather impressive, thick phallus standing at full attention; one that would be prided among the men of her species, turning her head away still somewhat embarrassed.

“My goodness; it truly is beautiful.” she whispered as she ever so gently took a hold of it in her hand and began to stroke it slowly, Marigold laying back and moaning softly as she pressed her face into Wixella’s arm. “Hm…I’d rather not get interrupted by the others if they come back to soon.” She commented as she paused for a moment as she stood with the dwarf in her arms, walking to a nearby door, opening it and entering her bedroom. Wixella’s bedroom was truly a sight to behold, looking more like a greenhouse with a bed and a few pieces of furniture with moss and vines growing along their framework placed amidst the flowers and bushes. And above, a large angled window encompassing portions of both the wall and ceiling allowed the warm sun to pour through. Marigold couldn’t have wished for a more beautiful location for what she assumed what was going to be happening next.

Marigold was gently laid down on the oversized thick mattress as Wixella stood over her and slowly began to undress. Now Marigold had been trained by the ladies of her former employment in the ways of sex although she had no experience. Her ideals were focused more on being with those who were compassionate and gentle; who would more “make love” than just hardcore sex. She just never thought in a million years though that her first time would be with a Bugbear. She sat up and stripped down, revealing her curvy nude form and fully erect cock at attention with excitement, never having felt the warm sun upon her naked form before and indulged in the sensation. Wixella’s figure wasn’t much different from Marigold’s actually only on a larger scale with thick thighs, wide hips and massive bosom. She gazed down at the ready and waiting nude dwarf, still blushing slightly and smiled. “You are such a little cutie, ya know that?” She said as she leaned forward, crawling onto the bed and laid down beside the dwarf.

“Now I need to know if you’re comfortable with all this Marigold. It’s against my dogma to take advantage of an unwilling partner.” Wixella explained as Marigold smiled, nuzzling her face into one of Wixella’s massive breasts and smiling. “I am. The truth is I’ve been ready for some time; that night you found me, what I was really scared of was Grok more so than actually having my first experience. What I was taught by the other ladies was that true love or saving one’s self for marriage was a luxury none of us could afford; that the best any of us could hope for was that our first time was with someone gentle and compassionate.” She explained as she then looked up at Wixella. “Someone like you…” She finished as she blushed. “Well I feel more priviledged than you realize…” Wixella responded, gently stroking her fingers along Marigold’s soft belly and up around the circumference of her breasts, causing the girl to shiver and coo. “When a priestess of Nuath is honored with the task of being someone’s very first lover; we are expected to perform only to our highest level of ability…” She continued as Marigold moaned softly, practically ready to burst from excitement. “Anything in particular you desire? You need only ask.” She added as Marigold bit her lower lip, still with old insecurities halting her words. “C-could you…um…”She stammered. “M-maybe…tickle me?” She finally forced out, inciting a wide ear to ear grin from Wixella. “Consider it done…” She replied

Wixella repositioned herself, kneeling directly in front of Marigold as she gently gripped each of Marigolds wrists and pinned them over her head, chanting softly as her hands began to glow and vines along the headboard began to lengthen and wrap their way around the little dwarves arms. “There we go…” She whispered with a mischievous giggle, wiggling her fingers in mid air as Marigold squealed in anticipation. Leaning forward, she extended either pointer finger and began to wiggle them in each of the dwarves soft underarms. “Tiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiickle tickle tickllllle!” She teased as Marigold began to squeal with childish giggles, squirming around and rocking from side to side, her massive breasts smacking against Wixella’s forearms like pendulums. “Oh so they want to play too?” Wixella teased further as the rest of her fingers joined in and began to softly tickle all around Marigold’s breasts, taking the time to linger at her hardening nipples, causing Marigold to whimper and moan softly. The Bugbear could no longer contain herself however, and began wriggling her nails all together up and down the full length of Marigold’s body, turning her giggles into a full on hysterical laughter, wailing like a banshee, her little body bouncing up and down off the bed as her already engorged cock began harder by the moment and further taunting Wixella’s hungry eyes. “Oh I am simply in love with that laugh!” Wixella remarked as she gazed down, licking her lips. All in a split second, the tickling slowed as Marigold’s penis disappeared deep in the bugbears mouth.

“Ooooooooooooooh!!!” She exclaimed as Wixella’s powerful lips and tongue went to work, each upward pull strong enough to nearly lift Marigold’s rear end right off the bed, causing her to pant and moan uncontrollably with desire. Then suddenly, Wixella made a sneak attack as both hands came up and resumed their attack, gently scribbling her nails all around Marigold’s upper body causing her to completely lose it from over stimulation as she continued her sucking motion. The dwarf began to see stars as she was overwhelmed with the most euphoric pleasure she had ever known; so powerless to resist the mighty goblinoid but not wanting to. She emitted a loud wail of passion as the hands worked their way upwards and returned to teasing her erect nipples at which point Wixella came up for air. “Gooooood?” She inquired as Marigold could only nod silently. “Ya know what I want though?” Wixella whispered as she once again pulled away, sitting on her knees and reaching down. “I want these little beauties…” She added as she grabbed Marigolds ankles and brought them upward. Marigold blushed deeply, never having had anyone ever call her feet “little” before looking even larger from her small size.

Wixella held Marigolds feet up and stared at those immaculate wide soles, amazed that this girl had been a servant her whole life since these barely looked like they had ever touched the ground once in her life and after running around cleaning for the last hour, the aroma was intoxicating. Marigold nervously spread and scrunched her toes out of reflex but only enticed Wixella even further, practically drooling before she finally leaned in and buried her nose under the toes, inhaling deeply. Marigold giggled out of adoration, wrapping her toes around Wixella’s face as she then began to slather the soles with her wide tongue. The reaction was instantaneous as Marigold made a silent painfully aroused face, catching herself on her breath until finally exploding in a long loud moan of lust. Wixella might as well have been licking between her legs with how erogenous Marigold’s feet actually were, riding the waves of arousal as they pulsated through her body with each long lick of her tongue. Tilting her head down, she then began to suckle on each toe down the line, causing the most uproarious reaction yet; a combination of hysterical squeals and intense wails of passion, Marigold at odds over which sensation was more intense or pleasurable but wanting it to go on forever as she arched her back sharply. Then Marigold could feel one of Wixella’s large hands taking hold of both ankles, her grip tightening around them and she clenched her eyes shut, knowing what was next.

“EEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEHEEHEEHEEHAHAHAHAHAHAHAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA!!!!” She screamed at the top of her lungs as Wixella’s devilishly wicked nails touched down on the soft sole skin, scribbling their way up and down the meaty flesh. While most ticklers would be focused more on the feet of their desire during this process, it was Marigold’s face that Wixella was the most intent on observing; her hysterical laughter and blushing cheeks being oh so adorable and wanting to watch for any signs that she might be going too far. But she wasn’t; Marigold had secretly fantasized about this for years but was too afraid that finding someone aggressive enough to really torment her would also be far too dominant or abusive. Marigold gleefully spread her toes wide inviting more tickling, as Wixella followed her direction and dug her nails deep into the fleshy crevices between her toes. Marigold’s face had become a silent contorted mask of silent laughter as she shook violently, her hard cock pulsating with every motion. Feeling a moment of mercy, Wixella stopped to allow Marigold to breathe and sure enough the sweaty, shaking form on the bed coughed a few times as she struggled to catch her breath but with a huge grin.

“I hear you Dwarves are renowned for your endurance and stamina; both in and out in the bedroom. I think we’re going to be here for quite a while…” Wixella commented as she returned to licking up and down the soft wide soles as she then took two fingers on her free hand and began to thrust in and out of Marigold’s pussy just below the shaft. This took only a few short minutes of agonizing moaning and squealing before the dwarf reached her pinnacle, as Wixella moved quickly thrusting the organ deep into her mouth just as it exploded forth, Marigold wailing out of control as cascades of hot cream poured down Wixella’s throat. Clenching her lips down around the base she slowly slid them upward, cleaning the shaft free and with one last slurping action, had cleaned up the potential mess and gulped it down. Marigold looked up at Wixella curiously after watching that through hazy eyes as the bugbear blushed a little. “No that’s not a Nuath thing; I just like doing that.” She commented with a giggle as she sat down in front of the little dwarf and thought to herself. No sooner had the little dwarf reached orgasm than did the vines binding her wrists suddenly recede, causing her arms to fall with a thud to the bed below.

“Now let’s see…” She said aloud after a few minutes, comically tapping herself on the chin doing that “thinking” motion as she then smiled, bringing both her huge, soft feet up and began to rub them all over the little dwarves body. The quivering lump of flesh on the bed suddenly sprang to new life once again, reaching up and grabbing one of the massive feet and pulling it up to her face, licking and rubbing her face into it as sure enough, her cock began to harden at breakneck speed once more. “I knew that would do it…” Wixella whispered as she began to stroke Marigold’s cock between her first and second toes, leaning back on her hands and smiling at the affectionate little thing. Then finally she felt it; Marigold’s little nails beginning to scribble up and down her huge sole.

“OOoohohohohohooo noooohohohohhoooo!” She squealed as she wiggled her toes around happily, able to feel Marigold’s organ pulsating and hardening even further with this new activity. She tilted her foot, laying the outer arch on Marigold’s chest, allowing her to wrap one arm around it, nuzzling and licking as well as skittering her little fingers all around the massive meaty sole. Wixella’s squealing giggle was just as melodious as her regular laughter and would be enough for anyone to want to tickle her even if they didn’t get aroused by it. She tried her best to continue stroking but losing her fine motor skills as the tickling sensation increased, finally falling backwards onto the bed with hysterical laughter as Marigold began to frantically rake her nails rapidly back and forth across her foot. Marigold took advantage of this sudden loss of control, quickly getting up and crawling onto Wixella’s stomach where she resumed her tickling assault all around her soft sides and belly. Wixella was just as much excited by the sudden turn of events as she was surprised that Marigold suddenly went on the offensive. She squealed merrily, rocking back and forth, but not so much that she’d toss Marigold off of her even though she believed the spry little thing was more than able to hold her ground. Looking up Marigold gazed at those titanic mounds upon Wixella’s chest and drooled a little, climbing up a bit further and wrapped both arms around them, squeezing them tight before she began to gently suck and nibble on the erect nipples.

“Ooooh…oh Mari…mmmmm…” Wixella moaned, having no problem with allowing this horny little thing to have her way with her body. Suddenly she could feel Marigold nudge closer, thrusting her erect cock between the massive breasts and then began to tickle all around the large globes, causing Wixella to squirm around with a combination of soft moaning and giggling as Marigold continued to thrust her hardened organ in and out rapidly. Tilting her head forward and extending her tongue, Wixella was able to lick the tip of the pulsating phallus each time it poked out from between her breasts, making each moan and wail from Marigold’s lips louder and louder until once again, as she was about to burst, Wixella grabbed a hold of Marigold by the hips and pulled her forward, thrusting the tip of the cock deep into her mouth as it gushed forth. “Mmmm…oh Mari…so good…” Wixella commented as Marigold looked at her with a curious expression on her face, a combination of surprise and further mounting desire as she released the massive breasts in her arms and looked down revealing her cock was still as hard as ever! Wixella gazed down at the mighty organ which appeared to be larger than before somehow and remembered what she had learned about futanari; about how are they are notoriously virile, capable of performing multiple times in a row without rest. Then she took into account that Marigold was also a dwarf; who were already known to have a similar reputation regardless.

Doing the math her eyes widened as she began to slowly realize that perhaps it was she who would need a break before long.

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