Making Themselves Presentable

Within the next hour, Hilda and Tina were brought to a surprisingly opulent washroom (which Hilda recognized as a large china bowl she had received as a reward for a quest several years prior, only for it to disappear during a quick halfway home along with... other things of hers) and given a chance to clean up. While they were both eager for the chance to wash the saltwater, dirt, sand, and other detritus from themselves, they were less enthused at the rather "hands-on" approach the queen's guards took with them. Despite their repeated insistence to the contrary, their attendants were convinced that they needed to wash the mother and daughter themselves, taking large brushes made from woven grass and scrubbing their backs roughly. Sitting in the same tub (one obviously made for one very small person), Tina and Hilda had their faces pressed together, their breasts squishing against each other's as their backs were rubbed raw by the scratchy brushes. As they protested this treatment to deaf ears, both women were pulled to and fro in the tub as the guards maneuvered their instruments all over their bodies; legs, arms, butts, boobs, bellies, all the way to their frazzled hair, and dirt-coated faces. Every square inch (or, more accurately, nanometer) of their skin was scrubbed raw as the two naked ladies struggled to avoid sticking their hands and faces in each other's intimates.

Finally, after what felt like an eternity, the bathmates were ripped out of the tub (really just an empty candy tin) and pushed together again as their guards wrapped them in a single cloth towel and wrung them out. They swirled around to get every particle of water off of them as they stumbled into one another and banged their foreheads together, trying to get their bearings. When the bath was finally over, the towel was removed, and the guards swiftly left the chamber, leaving mother and daughter standing in abject confusion. "Wha- huh?" was all Hilda could muster in her vertigo.

Tina slipped down to rest her tired behind on a walnut shell that had been converted into a bench. "That was, um... I can certainly say my baths as a child weren't like that. I dare say you never felt so... close when we bathed together."

"Well, you were only five when last we did that." Hilda stuttered. "And we had a much bigger bathtub than that, anyway."

"Yeah... much bigger," Tina mumbled as the depth of the truth of that statement sank in. "Mother, what is that fairy doing with us?"

"Well, um..." Hilda trailed off, evidently pondering whether to spill these particular beans. "You know how long I was a knight? And how frequently I had to replace my equipment?" Tina nodded. "I guess most of it was going to these kind folks." She gestured to the room around them as if to demonstrate.

"I gathered that much, but this seems... I don't know, different. Like we're being prepared for something."

Hilda thought for a moment, looking down at her feet. What was the queen's goal here? The way she spoke earlier seemed like obsession more than empathy, so while she could be willing to help with their condition (which would be good considering they were shrunk by fairy magic), she was also just as likely to keep them around. As trophies or pets, most likely. Hilda shuddered at the thought, both from the scary prospect of being stuck small forever and the enticing prospect of being made subservient to such a beautiful, powerful woman.

Before she could take this line of thought very far, however, the guards from before hovered back into the bathroom. Hilda jumped, making a little squeak of fear, while Tina's hands shot to cover her boobs, more out of self-preservation than modesty. This did nothing to deter the fairies, however, who simply picked the women up by their underarms and started to drag them out of the bathroom. "Wait, stop. What's happening?!" Tina shouted indignantly.

The guard carrying her only said. "You're expected in the dining hall." The group zoomed through the hallways, passing various rooms and halls with few other people in them. Only the occasional maid fairy (with a remarkably accurate maid uniform) could be seen as the two humans were carried towards the dining hall, and none paid the entourage any mind. It was only as they were nearing the large set of doors leading to the queen's personal wing that Tina remembered something important. "Shouldn't we be dressed more formally? Or... at all?" Tina asked the guards to no response. Before she could protest further, the doors ahead of them swung open to reveal a long table made from a fine mahogany slab and covered with a thin maroon cloth. Curiously, one of the ends of the table narrowed to a thin tube that, were she larger, Tina would have recognized as a handle. What she did recognize, however, were the whiteish spots on the tablecloth, prompting her to side-eye her mother as they were brought to their seats on opposite ends of the table.

As they were placed into their seats, surprised by the woodwork on the elegantly-carved wooden chairs, the vastness of the room sent chills into the women, reminding them of their nudity. While Hilda was predictably horny over her fantasy of being naked at an opulent royal dinner, Tina was still trying to cover her boobs in as dignified of a fashion as possible. Her head swiveled around the room, anxiously waiting for something to happen to break the uncomfortable silence. The guards simply hovered by the doors, their faces wearing the same stoic look. Tina figured they wouldn't respond to her if she asked, so rather than try to fruitlessly ask for clothes, she pulled her chair very close to the table, letting the tablecloth hang over her bare crotch.

Finally, just as Tina's blush was reaching the same color as the tablecloth and Hilda's hands were edging dangerously close to her pussy, the massive doors on the end of the room slowly opened to reveal the queen, wearing a new low-cut emerald dress. Rather than use her wings, the gorgeous fairy strolled over to the table on her legs, showing off her shiny, perfectly smooth peach skin from her upper thighs down to her bare toes. She lowered her bottom delicately into her chair as if placing a fragile ornament in a case before smiling at her nude guests (who were feeling much more naked than before) and saying. "So, let's begin dinner, then. Shall we?"