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Chapter 32 by Fiftyfiftyfifty Fiftyfiftyfifty

What do you do?

Head inside.

He closes the door behind you and you peer inside the place you have been a bunch of times before. It looks smaller than your place, but in reality, it's just much more of a mess... Actually, it isn't? Usually it's a disaster, but everything is completely clean. That's different.

"Come on, come on," he says as he leads you into the living room.

The two of you slump down onto his sofa. Given his height, his feet don't touch the ground. He also doesn't seem to care. Paulo brings his feet up to lay back against the armrest, bringing his hands behind his head as he relaxes with a grunt and a sigh.

"So, how're things, eh?" he asks.

"Not bad," you say as you lean back. The feeling in your pants begins to fade. "Just needed a day where I hang with my friend, you know?"

"I do! Hey, did ya get that text I sent ya? Well, let me show ya something."

Paulo sits upright and calls out, "Mira!"

Curiously, you look to the sound of footsteps coming from his kitchen. From it comes the catkin that snuck into your house--the one you sent off. She came here. Her outfit is the same. It's basically a bikini. She looks between you two with a smile and you can't help but look her body over once again. You sent her away so she wouldn't excite you, but you've run into her a second time!

"Yes, Master Beardhammer?" she says.

"Master?" you ask as you look to Paulo. He shrugs.

"She came up with it. Not me! What do you take me for? Apparently these catkin imprint themselves onto people, and serve them, or something. She cleaned the whole place up for me... It's great! And look at her. Hey, Mira. Give our guest a hug."

"No, that's fine," you mutter.

Mira looks to you and finally recognises who you are. She gasps, and immediately bounces up to you sitting on the sofa to wrap her arms around you. She pushes her chest into your face, stuffing you between her firm tits. She squeezes you there for a long moment before pulling away.

"It's good to see you again..."

"Oh," Paulo says. "I forgot she said she knew you."

Your eyes look to the curves of her body--her hips, her breasts. She has a tail that waves back and forth in joy and her smile never fades from her face. You can't help but get a little excited. Literally, actually, because the spell slides its phantom hand over your now-growing cock.

"Can I go back to cleaning now, Master Beardhammer?" she asks.

"Oh. Yeah. Go ahead, Mira."

You watch her rear as she skips back into the other room. Paulo looks to you.

"I know what you're thinking, but she's actually amazing... She's cleaned everything up, and I'm actually enjoying her company in more ways than you might think. All right, I like that body, but she's really nice. It's not weird, all right?!"

"It's fine, Paulo," you say with a light chuckle. "I'm glad you have someone here."

The two of you spend hours laughing, conversing, watching movies, eating, and generally enjoying each other's company. The downside is that Mira is made a part of the ordeal. She doesn't do much besides side there, but having a nearly naked beautiful girl around isn't helpful with your curse. Every time you look over your have to gaze upon her while you're getting stroked, to nobody's knowledge.

It passes the evening when the three of you finally decide to bring things to a close. The sun is already setting and Paulo says he has to work in the morning.

"Before you go," Paulo says. "I want you to have something. A gift. Ah, don't give me that look. You're making me feel embarrassed. It's a gift! For being a good pal."

He opens his bulky hand to reveal a diamond-shaped stone with a red gem in the center. By the looks of things, it appears to be of dwarven craft. You aren't sure what it is, but it looks valuable, and actually quite pretty--maybe for a necklace or something. You take it after a pause.

"What is it?"

"It's an old dwarven idol that belonged to my grandpa. Apparently it scares off demons. I haven't seen a demon, so maybe it works, and maybe it doesn't! But it's one of a kind."

"Wow. Thanks, Paulo. That's actually really kind of you. I'll keep it with me at all times. You know, in case of demons."

He laughs, and you join him. The two of you finally depart.

You hop into your car and take a different road home, just in case, and finally arrive back at your apartment.

What do you do?

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