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Paige, primarily known for his sneaking and stealing prowess, has moonlighted as a vaunted Warrior of Light time and again. While the Rogue is oftentimes reluctant to flaunt or advertise or mull on his heroics... his erstwhile companions are not. One among them, a fabled Black Mage beyond reproach, has much and more planned for him after learning of his latest and greatest adventures to an age thought long lost.
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This is very Final Fantasy, specifically FF XIV, flavored in its indulgence. If the references and vocabulary go over your head then... woops! Hopefully, at the very least, you enjoy a very prominent catgirl shamelessly rendered as fluffy and full on furry as she deserves to be.
Anywho! Back at it scribbling up some more indulgent stories to accompany
mr-rowboat adorable arts at their behest!
FIRST, PREVIOUS, NEXT
Arms swinging wildly, his sides cramping and lungs burning, Paige desperately forced one foot before the other. The feline Rogue's open toed boots clapped noisily against the polished tiles beneath him as, in between haggard and heaving breaths, he breathlessly muttered out the incantation for Shade Shift.
THOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOM
With a hiss Paige's very shadow coiled up his ankles. Matting against his back and fluttering cloak like a second skin it harmlessly soaked up the spray of pebbles roaring past him.
THOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOM
Tremors, wracking the world in an almost rhythmic fashion, slowly but surely amplified in intensity. It took everything Paige had to simply remain standing in their wake.
THOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOM
The Rogue's protective pall of shadows melted away following a particularly pronounced surge of stone and shrapnel. Hands clasped together the cream colored cat, his head held low, mouthed out a profane prayer. Paige hoped beyond hope that muscle memory alone would be enough to save him.
POFF
In a puff of smoke the Rogue simply vanished.
THOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOM
Waves of displaced air, colored by flakes of dirt and chalky white clouds of shattered stone, rolled over where Paige had been all of an instant earlier.
POOF
Reappearing just behind the shockwave, his eyes gone wide, Paige's heart smashed against the back of his ribcage. He, unconsciously at that, let slip a nervous laugh. Bless 'em. Bless that quaint and curious lot of lizards from Othard. Seven hells if Paige knew how to pronounce that Ninjutsu of theirs but those sneakin' spells had saved him and his hide too many times to count now.
THOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOM
Pupils contracting into pinpricks, and clothes clinging to his sopping wet and sweat stained furred flesh, Paige refused to look back for even an instant.
THOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOM
The Rogue, his reserves of mana all but exhausted, found himself bounced into the air. The land buckled beneath his feet. The very skies howled and churned. Paige, sailing forward courtesy the latest and greatest explosion of sound and fury, tumbled head over heels along the smooth stone before ultimately skidding to a halt. Rolling onto his back, a hoarse shout caught in his lungs as a shapely silhouette approached.
“Most curious,” boomed a feminine baritone.
His limbs leaden, Paige could but pant and wheeze. The Rogue, his vision blurring, gazed up at the unfamiliar and alien sky. Suns, a constellation's worth of them, ringed the horizon and illuminated the latticework of wood spread across the heavens like a spiderweb. Continents, or ink stained approximations of them at the very least, stretched-
THOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOM
“Ungh...” All thoughts, and all light, left Paige's eyes when what may as well have been an entire mountain range unceremoniously slammed down upon him. The Rogue's chest compacted in itself, the very air squeezed out of his lungs, as a suffocating pressure enveloped the curiously flustered feline. Limbs splayed out, and trapped beneath untold tonnage, Paige was left utterly immobile beneath an impossibly broad... set of padded toes.
Lips curled up into a knowing grin, her pale furred ears fwipping to attention, Y'shtola splayed her chafing digits. “Most curious indeed! Tisn't at all what I expected!” The Black Mage's milky white eyes, brimming with sight beyond sight, playfully squinted. “Minimum spells, be they of monstrous make or invocations of eld woven into the dangerous depths of Delebrum Reginae, are simple enough. The deleterious effects are easily understood such that they result in a reduction in damage dispensed and an accompanying increase in injuries incurred. Yet they still preserve the afflicted's mass and powers of propulsion. As such the Minimum spell could be considered incomplete... in a sense. This however?”
Pitiful whines filtered out from Paige's mouth as the fat of Y'shtola's puffy paw molded around him. Entombed into her very wrinkles the Rogue impotently wiggled to no avail.
“This is something worth expounding upon!” Leaning oh so subtly forward, the ball of her padded feline foot coming to bear upon Paige's prone form, Y'shtola curled her toes. Her tail, shamelessly at that, flit to and fro at the negligible prick of pressure that followed. “My footfalls alone are enough to send you flying into the air. Your mass is miniscule. Your movement meandering and effortless to overtake.”
Eyes pinched shut, Paige shuddered at the sensation of Y'shtola's supple and sweat slicked flesh reshaping itself around him. Even as he drew shallow breaths, the Black Mage's heady scent flooding his nostrils, the Rogue was admittedly inconvenienced more than he was endangered. Even though he failed to reach past the padded underside of her toes, even though she brought the whole of her weight to bear upon him, even though his body ought to lay battered and broken beneath the sizable Scion... Paige bore, at worst, boo boos.
Head tossed to her side, Y'shtola pursed her lips as she gently took to rapping her knuckles against her cheek. Her robe, black as night and its collar and shoulders wreathed with feathers, clung form fittingly to her petite albeit shapely self. “Your form, your very aether, is so condensed that it all but blinds me. Your physical form, while it appears frail, is in fact nigh indestructible. That said...”
Paige groaned when he felt himself peeling free from the faintest folds lining Y'shtola's broad paw. Flopping flat onto the floor, a slick of sweat smudging the tile beneath him, the Rogue reluctantly raised his head. Far away book shelves and tables, the staple of any Sharlayan study, loomed like alien vistas and mountain ranges.
Y'shtola flashed the sincerest of smiles. “Forgive me, Warrior of Light, but I simply can not leave it at that. Not after hearing of your tales of Elpis!” Eyes half-lidded, and hands resting on her hips, the Black Mage thrummed her fingers. “I was struck by the Ancients' many, and repeated, remarks about your aether. How they found it wispy; Ethereal; Unstable. Now I would regard it as anything but! Yet... in the eyes of the Ancients...”
Ears pressed flat against his skull, the Rogue sputtered and coughed as he breathed deeply of the musty air. When the Scion had contacted him with regards to research of the utmost import he had all but assumed she was referring to reaching across the rift. To avail and assist shards not so near and so very far. Not... Not...
Y'shtola, hand tucked close to her feline face, hummed. “Twas a result of the Sundering, no doubt, that left every soul and ounce of aether, yours prominent among them, split across not only the Source but the thirteen shards. While the thinning of our essence opens us to up to boundless powers of Dynamis... I could not help but wonder.”
Tugging up his collar, Paige failed to tamp down his welling blush. “Wonder?” he wordlessly mouthed to himself. “Wonder what?”
The Black Mage warmly chuckled. “I could not help but wonder what would happen were we to properly compact and condense one's aether? Would it be possible to recreate an Ancient, on a much smaller scale I confess, were we to approximate the desired aetherial density?” Hand held out before her, Y'shtola playfully wagged a padded fingertip at her speck sized guest. “What then? What were to happen should we properly minimize one's mass but leave their aether untouched? What would happen were we to force such an overflowing amount of aether into so small a frame? Would they prove to be as powerful as the Ancients of eld?”
The Rogue's neck strained as he struggled to take in the Black Mage in her enormous entirety.
“The results speak for themselves!” Y'shtola beamed. “Why you're hardly any worse for wear. Even when bearing the body weight of someone, something, countless times your own size you shrug it off as if it were nothing! You're certainly as sturdy as any Ascian we've traded blows with! Although...” The Black Mage's tail irritably flit behind her as she bit down on her lower lip. “That ultimately amounts to naught. Given how regularly you have fought and felled Eikons and Ascians alike, oftentimes of indeterminate sizes, your ability to weather anything and everything thrown at you is admittedly something of a constant across your adventures.” The feline furrowed her brows in thoughtful contemplation. “Hum. Perhaps this is not as thorough or conclusive a study as I thought.”
Paige's chapped lips unconsciously curled up into a shy smile. Even if Y'shtola had all but ambushed him with this hands-on research of hers he... he...
“What to do, what to do...” Y'shtola mused aloud as she slid a foot forward and possessively clenched him betwixt her toes once more.
He couldn't deny its appeal.
Toes thrumming against the cool tiled floor, Y'shtola forcefully kneaded her ever reliable Rogue into the arch of her plump digits. She relished the sensation of his limbs, no thicker than a plucked hair, bunching against his torso as those warm wrinkles swallowed him whole. “Mayhaps another adventure is in order? And dare I say... adventurer?”
“Uh... uh... uh huh?” Paige warily squeaked. Back and forth he found himself ground between walls of fur and flesh. Warmth positively radiated from every fold, every subtle crease, in Y'shtola's velvety soft padding.
The Black Mage couldn't help but giggle as she narrowed her gaze. “Any experiment worth its Rock Salt needs a control after all.” Thumping back over to her desk, her hips swinging side to side with a knowing sashay, Y'shtola reclined into her chair. Propping a paw upon her knee she lazily rocked it side to side.
Pinched between the nonexistent gap spanning his fellow feline's plump toes, Paige wordlessly watched on as Y'shtola guided a clawed finger betwixt her digits. Parting her toesies with an audible creak, the unseen tendons densely packed beneath her fur tensing to attention, the Scion fished her Rogue free. “Warrior of Light?” she asked.
Rolling about her palm, the faintest creases in her grasp akin to hills, Paige bashfully nodded at her sky spanning face. The light of the lanterns overhead wreathed her visage in a nigh divine glow.
“Would you be so kind as to reach out to...” The Black Mage scrunched her lips and cocked her head to the side. “Raem, was it? Ah and Morgan too!”
Swallowing hard, Paige sputtered as Y'shtola's padded fingertip papped against him. Dragging him along the length of her toe, the Rogue's cloak and shirt catching against his back, the Scion affectionately took to kneading his nigh imperceptible form into her swollen sole. “T-t-the Paladin?” he barely managed to mewl. With a pronounced, albeit excited, yelp he found himself pinched flat between her finger and her foot.
“Mmhmm,” teased Y'shtola. “A proper adventure requires a proper party does it not? And if you are to serve as the control Ancient as it were... we shall require another to compare and contrast you against!”
At Paige's size Y'shtola's spoken word could be felt just as much as it was heard. Every syllable spoken, every click of her tongue, coursed through her flesh and fuzz and sent his ears ringing. “...And Morgan?” he grunted.
With a knowing wink, Y'shtola resumed footsying her bitty and beloved Warrior of Light in earnest. “The best experiments are blind experiments! And what better way to enact a blind study than with a blind proctor?”
Round and round the Rogue rolled in and out of warm wrinkles, drinking deep of the Black Mage's gentle scent, as she possessively ground him into her very sole. It... its subdued yet earthy tones reminded him of the Rak'tika Greatwood.
Closing his eyes, the whole of Paige's body going limp, the Rogue bashfully nuzzled into those folds of flesh that refused to so much as dimple beneath him. He knew within his heart of hearts that she never meant, nor would ever allow, any harm to come to pass. This was just her roundabout way of keeping him under thumb. Or toe as it were. In the wake of an averted apocalypse known only as the Final Days, Y'shtola had... well... though she was loath to show it the fretful Black Mage had only grown all the more protective and possessive of him since then.
...And who was he to resist?
“I-I-I'll see what I can do...” Paige mumbled after Y'shtola relaxed her grip time enough for him to greedily gulp down mouthfuls of fresh air. Hand held up to his ear, Linkpearl pinging to life, the Rogue cleared his throat and politely begged for a moment of reprieve.
FWUMPH
Which was curtly denied.
“Hold now, Warrior of Light,” cooed the colossus. “I have yet to properly put you through your paces! How else am I to adequately gauge Raem's strength and stock upon his arrival?”
“I-I-I...” Stammering up a storm, his cream colored cheeks burning brightest crimson, Paige's heart caught in his throat at the sight of a knowing, if not hopeful, smile creasing Y'shtola's visage. With a wordless nod he opted to play along.
The Black Mage's eyes widened at his unspoken assent. “First and foremost I require a baseline to measure against.” Y'shtola tenderly traced her clawed finger, Paige trapped beneath its padded surface, along the arch of her paw. Shoulders bunched, and pointed teeth sinking into her lower lip, the Scion valiantly resisted the temptation to giggle at the Rogue's tender touch. “Be it trapped betwixt my toes. Smothered beneath my soles. Or...” Nostrils flared, Y'shtola dragged out a relieved sigh as she pinched Paige beneath her thumb and dragged him along the length of her foot. In smooth circular motions she forced him deeper and deeper and deeper into her heel.
Paige's fur frazzled as Y'shtola's every stifled bout of laughter pulsed through him. Fields of soft white fur, suffocating in their warmth, ravenously swallowed him up. The soothing, if not hypnotic, motion of being dragged up and down the length of her prodigious paw sent the Rogue's mind aflutter until-
THOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOM
Y'shtola brought her feet to rest against the tiled floor of her study. Peeling back her paws, leaving the faintest of sweat slicked prints against the cold stone, she feigned a haughty harrumph. “Do not keep me waiting overlong,” she decreed. “I expect to hear from our guests and soon!”
Soaked through and through, Paige dreamily sighed as he shakily brought a hand up to his rumpled ear. The Rogue mustered the straightest face he could manage as he reached out to the reserved Raem. A Paladin, shy if not a mite sheepish, that he and his companions teasingly referred to as their favorite Bahhladin. Clearing his throat with an ahemhem... Paige spoke his piece and played his part.
“Hey, Raem! Say you... you wouldn't happen to be busy today would you?”
FIRST, PREVIOUS, NEXT
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This is very Final Fantasy, specifically FF XIV, flavored in its indulgence. If the references and vocabulary go over your head then... woops! Hopefully, at the very least, you enjoy a very prominent catgirl shamelessly rendered as fluffy and full on furry as she deserves to be.
Anywho! Back at it scribbling up some more indulgent stories to accompany
mr-rowboat adorable arts at their behest!FIRST, PREVIOUS, NEXT
Arms swinging wildly, his sides cramping and lungs burning, Paige desperately forced one foot before the other. The feline Rogue's open toed boots clapped noisily against the polished tiles beneath him as, in between haggard and heaving breaths, he breathlessly muttered out the incantation for Shade Shift.
THOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOM
With a hiss Paige's very shadow coiled up his ankles. Matting against his back and fluttering cloak like a second skin it harmlessly soaked up the spray of pebbles roaring past him.
THOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOM
Tremors, wracking the world in an almost rhythmic fashion, slowly but surely amplified in intensity. It took everything Paige had to simply remain standing in their wake.
THOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOM
The Rogue's protective pall of shadows melted away following a particularly pronounced surge of stone and shrapnel. Hands clasped together the cream colored cat, his head held low, mouthed out a profane prayer. Paige hoped beyond hope that muscle memory alone would be enough to save him.
POFF
In a puff of smoke the Rogue simply vanished.
THOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOM
Waves of displaced air, colored by flakes of dirt and chalky white clouds of shattered stone, rolled over where Paige had been all of an instant earlier.
POOF
Reappearing just behind the shockwave, his eyes gone wide, Paige's heart smashed against the back of his ribcage. He, unconsciously at that, let slip a nervous laugh. Bless 'em. Bless that quaint and curious lot of lizards from Othard. Seven hells if Paige knew how to pronounce that Ninjutsu of theirs but those sneakin' spells had saved him and his hide too many times to count now.
THOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOM
Pupils contracting into pinpricks, and clothes clinging to his sopping wet and sweat stained furred flesh, Paige refused to look back for even an instant.
THOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOM
The Rogue, his reserves of mana all but exhausted, found himself bounced into the air. The land buckled beneath his feet. The very skies howled and churned. Paige, sailing forward courtesy the latest and greatest explosion of sound and fury, tumbled head over heels along the smooth stone before ultimately skidding to a halt. Rolling onto his back, a hoarse shout caught in his lungs as a shapely silhouette approached.
“Most curious,” boomed a feminine baritone.
His limbs leaden, Paige could but pant and wheeze. The Rogue, his vision blurring, gazed up at the unfamiliar and alien sky. Suns, a constellation's worth of them, ringed the horizon and illuminated the latticework of wood spread across the heavens like a spiderweb. Continents, or ink stained approximations of them at the very least, stretched-
THOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOM
“Ungh...” All thoughts, and all light, left Paige's eyes when what may as well have been an entire mountain range unceremoniously slammed down upon him. The Rogue's chest compacted in itself, the very air squeezed out of his lungs, as a suffocating pressure enveloped the curiously flustered feline. Limbs splayed out, and trapped beneath untold tonnage, Paige was left utterly immobile beneath an impossibly broad... set of padded toes.
Lips curled up into a knowing grin, her pale furred ears fwipping to attention, Y'shtola splayed her chafing digits. “Most curious indeed! Tisn't at all what I expected!” The Black Mage's milky white eyes, brimming with sight beyond sight, playfully squinted. “Minimum spells, be they of monstrous make or invocations of eld woven into the dangerous depths of Delebrum Reginae, are simple enough. The deleterious effects are easily understood such that they result in a reduction in damage dispensed and an accompanying increase in injuries incurred. Yet they still preserve the afflicted's mass and powers of propulsion. As such the Minimum spell could be considered incomplete... in a sense. This however?”
Pitiful whines filtered out from Paige's mouth as the fat of Y'shtola's puffy paw molded around him. Entombed into her very wrinkles the Rogue impotently wiggled to no avail.
“This is something worth expounding upon!” Leaning oh so subtly forward, the ball of her padded feline foot coming to bear upon Paige's prone form, Y'shtola curled her toes. Her tail, shamelessly at that, flit to and fro at the negligible prick of pressure that followed. “My footfalls alone are enough to send you flying into the air. Your mass is miniscule. Your movement meandering and effortless to overtake.”
Eyes pinched shut, Paige shuddered at the sensation of Y'shtola's supple and sweat slicked flesh reshaping itself around him. Even as he drew shallow breaths, the Black Mage's heady scent flooding his nostrils, the Rogue was admittedly inconvenienced more than he was endangered. Even though he failed to reach past the padded underside of her toes, even though she brought the whole of her weight to bear upon him, even though his body ought to lay battered and broken beneath the sizable Scion... Paige bore, at worst, boo boos.
Head tossed to her side, Y'shtola pursed her lips as she gently took to rapping her knuckles against her cheek. Her robe, black as night and its collar and shoulders wreathed with feathers, clung form fittingly to her petite albeit shapely self. “Your form, your very aether, is so condensed that it all but blinds me. Your physical form, while it appears frail, is in fact nigh indestructible. That said...”
Paige groaned when he felt himself peeling free from the faintest folds lining Y'shtola's broad paw. Flopping flat onto the floor, a slick of sweat smudging the tile beneath him, the Rogue reluctantly raised his head. Far away book shelves and tables, the staple of any Sharlayan study, loomed like alien vistas and mountain ranges.
Y'shtola flashed the sincerest of smiles. “Forgive me, Warrior of Light, but I simply can not leave it at that. Not after hearing of your tales of Elpis!” Eyes half-lidded, and hands resting on her hips, the Black Mage thrummed her fingers. “I was struck by the Ancients' many, and repeated, remarks about your aether. How they found it wispy; Ethereal; Unstable. Now I would regard it as anything but! Yet... in the eyes of the Ancients...”
Ears pressed flat against his skull, the Rogue sputtered and coughed as he breathed deeply of the musty air. When the Scion had contacted him with regards to research of the utmost import he had all but assumed she was referring to reaching across the rift. To avail and assist shards not so near and so very far. Not... Not...
Y'shtola, hand tucked close to her feline face, hummed. “Twas a result of the Sundering, no doubt, that left every soul and ounce of aether, yours prominent among them, split across not only the Source but the thirteen shards. While the thinning of our essence opens us to up to boundless powers of Dynamis... I could not help but wonder.”
Tugging up his collar, Paige failed to tamp down his welling blush. “Wonder?” he wordlessly mouthed to himself. “Wonder what?”
The Black Mage warmly chuckled. “I could not help but wonder what would happen were we to properly compact and condense one's aether? Would it be possible to recreate an Ancient, on a much smaller scale I confess, were we to approximate the desired aetherial density?” Hand held out before her, Y'shtola playfully wagged a padded fingertip at her speck sized guest. “What then? What were to happen should we properly minimize one's mass but leave their aether untouched? What would happen were we to force such an overflowing amount of aether into so small a frame? Would they prove to be as powerful as the Ancients of eld?”
The Rogue's neck strained as he struggled to take in the Black Mage in her enormous entirety.
“The results speak for themselves!” Y'shtola beamed. “Why you're hardly any worse for wear. Even when bearing the body weight of someone, something, countless times your own size you shrug it off as if it were nothing! You're certainly as sturdy as any Ascian we've traded blows with! Although...” The Black Mage's tail irritably flit behind her as she bit down on her lower lip. “That ultimately amounts to naught. Given how regularly you have fought and felled Eikons and Ascians alike, oftentimes of indeterminate sizes, your ability to weather anything and everything thrown at you is admittedly something of a constant across your adventures.” The feline furrowed her brows in thoughtful contemplation. “Hum. Perhaps this is not as thorough or conclusive a study as I thought.”
Paige's chapped lips unconsciously curled up into a shy smile. Even if Y'shtola had all but ambushed him with this hands-on research of hers he... he...
“What to do, what to do...” Y'shtola mused aloud as she slid a foot forward and possessively clenched him betwixt her toes once more.
He couldn't deny its appeal.
Toes thrumming against the cool tiled floor, Y'shtola forcefully kneaded her ever reliable Rogue into the arch of her plump digits. She relished the sensation of his limbs, no thicker than a plucked hair, bunching against his torso as those warm wrinkles swallowed him whole. “Mayhaps another adventure is in order? And dare I say... adventurer?”
“Uh... uh... uh huh?” Paige warily squeaked. Back and forth he found himself ground between walls of fur and flesh. Warmth positively radiated from every fold, every subtle crease, in Y'shtola's velvety soft padding.
The Black Mage couldn't help but giggle as she narrowed her gaze. “Any experiment worth its Rock Salt needs a control after all.” Thumping back over to her desk, her hips swinging side to side with a knowing sashay, Y'shtola reclined into her chair. Propping a paw upon her knee she lazily rocked it side to side.
Pinched between the nonexistent gap spanning his fellow feline's plump toes, Paige wordlessly watched on as Y'shtola guided a clawed finger betwixt her digits. Parting her toesies with an audible creak, the unseen tendons densely packed beneath her fur tensing to attention, the Scion fished her Rogue free. “Warrior of Light?” she asked.
Rolling about her palm, the faintest creases in her grasp akin to hills, Paige bashfully nodded at her sky spanning face. The light of the lanterns overhead wreathed her visage in a nigh divine glow.
“Would you be so kind as to reach out to...” The Black Mage scrunched her lips and cocked her head to the side. “Raem, was it? Ah and Morgan too!”
Swallowing hard, Paige sputtered as Y'shtola's padded fingertip papped against him. Dragging him along the length of her toe, the Rogue's cloak and shirt catching against his back, the Scion affectionately took to kneading his nigh imperceptible form into her swollen sole. “T-t-the Paladin?” he barely managed to mewl. With a pronounced, albeit excited, yelp he found himself pinched flat between her finger and her foot.
“Mmhmm,” teased Y'shtola. “A proper adventure requires a proper party does it not? And if you are to serve as the control Ancient as it were... we shall require another to compare and contrast you against!”
At Paige's size Y'shtola's spoken word could be felt just as much as it was heard. Every syllable spoken, every click of her tongue, coursed through her flesh and fuzz and sent his ears ringing. “...And Morgan?” he grunted.
With a knowing wink, Y'shtola resumed footsying her bitty and beloved Warrior of Light in earnest. “The best experiments are blind experiments! And what better way to enact a blind study than with a blind proctor?”
Round and round the Rogue rolled in and out of warm wrinkles, drinking deep of the Black Mage's gentle scent, as she possessively ground him into her very sole. It... its subdued yet earthy tones reminded him of the Rak'tika Greatwood.
Closing his eyes, the whole of Paige's body going limp, the Rogue bashfully nuzzled into those folds of flesh that refused to so much as dimple beneath him. He knew within his heart of hearts that she never meant, nor would ever allow, any harm to come to pass. This was just her roundabout way of keeping him under thumb. Or toe as it were. In the wake of an averted apocalypse known only as the Final Days, Y'shtola had... well... though she was loath to show it the fretful Black Mage had only grown all the more protective and possessive of him since then.
...And who was he to resist?
“I-I-I'll see what I can do...” Paige mumbled after Y'shtola relaxed her grip time enough for him to greedily gulp down mouthfuls of fresh air. Hand held up to his ear, Linkpearl pinging to life, the Rogue cleared his throat and politely begged for a moment of reprieve.
FWUMPH
Which was curtly denied.
“Hold now, Warrior of Light,” cooed the colossus. “I have yet to properly put you through your paces! How else am I to adequately gauge Raem's strength and stock upon his arrival?”
“I-I-I...” Stammering up a storm, his cream colored cheeks burning brightest crimson, Paige's heart caught in his throat at the sight of a knowing, if not hopeful, smile creasing Y'shtola's visage. With a wordless nod he opted to play along.
The Black Mage's eyes widened at his unspoken assent. “First and foremost I require a baseline to measure against.” Y'shtola tenderly traced her clawed finger, Paige trapped beneath its padded surface, along the arch of her paw. Shoulders bunched, and pointed teeth sinking into her lower lip, the Scion valiantly resisted the temptation to giggle at the Rogue's tender touch. “Be it trapped betwixt my toes. Smothered beneath my soles. Or...” Nostrils flared, Y'shtola dragged out a relieved sigh as she pinched Paige beneath her thumb and dragged him along the length of her foot. In smooth circular motions she forced him deeper and deeper and deeper into her heel.
Paige's fur frazzled as Y'shtola's every stifled bout of laughter pulsed through him. Fields of soft white fur, suffocating in their warmth, ravenously swallowed him up. The soothing, if not hypnotic, motion of being dragged up and down the length of her prodigious paw sent the Rogue's mind aflutter until-
THOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOM
Y'shtola brought her feet to rest against the tiled floor of her study. Peeling back her paws, leaving the faintest of sweat slicked prints against the cold stone, she feigned a haughty harrumph. “Do not keep me waiting overlong,” she decreed. “I expect to hear from our guests and soon!”
Soaked through and through, Paige dreamily sighed as he shakily brought a hand up to his rumpled ear. The Rogue mustered the straightest face he could manage as he reached out to the reserved Raem. A Paladin, shy if not a mite sheepish, that he and his companions teasingly referred to as their favorite Bahhladin. Clearing his throat with an ahemhem... Paige spoke his piece and played his part.
“Hey, Raem! Say you... you wouldn't happen to be busy today would you?”
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