Taykov's Unfinished Load

Taykov had already made a sizeable pile of stones in the box at her feet. Morgala laid her rear end on the ground and picked up a gem. Taykov looked at her quizzically as she started polishing it. "Aren't you uncomfortable sitting like that?"

She wasn't off the mark. Morgala did notice a tingling sensation from the pebbles and grit poking her butt, but it wasn't anything she wasn't used to by now. It was a strange thing; in just a few days, the elf had become so accustomed to her nudity that she hadn't even thought about finding something else to sit on. Had she been away from her civilized life for so long that she'd forgotten her roots? "I'm fine. It'll toughen me up, or something."

Taykov sighed. "I swear, you two were born for this life. I doubt you even want to go home at this point."

"Hey, now. That's rude. I'm hardly happy about this, you know. I'm just... making the best of a bad situation."

"Of course. I mean, you've been doing an amazing job so far." Taykov gestured to the cave they were in. "Just think, we could have been struggling to survive while naked in the forest, but look at us. Instead we're naked slaves trapped deep underground where we may never see the light of day again. Just brilliant, that."

Morgala stood up and got right in Taykov's face. "Hey, Thurkla was the one who chose this shortcut, which you happened to forget was owned by a mining company!"

"Oh, so I have to be the only one with a brain in this group?"

"Don't insult my girlfriend like that!"

"Okay, then how about you, stupid bitch!"

"Nasty snake!"

"Pompous blowhard!"

"Fuck you!"

"Fuck you!"

"Fuck you!"

"FUCK YOU!"

Both women were right in each other's faces, breathing like angry dogs and snarling at each other. Thurkla just watched in stunned silence as their sweat dripped off of their soaked hair and chins. Their eyes were centimeters apart and they could each see the fire die down in the other's gaze. And a new fire took its place.

Morgala could feel her legs dripping and stinking up a storm, and it wasn't from the heat. One look at Taykov could tell she was feeling the heat herself. Both of them dropped their tools to the ground. Without another word between them, the two naked women inched their faces towards each other, locked lips, and let their tongues do a different kind of talking.