A Peculiar Pet

“Hmph.” Thea rolls her eyes and steps away from the sink, patting her hands dry on a towel. “So you decided to not kill that thing?”

The barbarian shrugs as best she can with a Were-Beast clinging onto one arm and a purple-blue blob hanging off the other. “It has a part of my soul. Not sure if killing it would be a good idea.”

“Sorry we didn’t tell ya about tha’ slime sooner, my dearest love.”

Krvavy glances towards her Dryad... and immediately feels a tinge of regret over having gone straight to the kitchen instead of the dining room. Even though this is where she is supposed to be. Because Beryl is currently leaning over the counter that divides those two spaces, elbows resting on its polished surface as she stands in the perfect pose to put her absolutely amazing ass on display... for everyone behind her. That terrifically trim and tanned rear of hers is raised up a little, slightly swinging side to side as the former Wood Elf slowly shifts her weight back and forth between her long legs.

Such a shame that Krvavy doesn’t get to directly see that wonderful sight for herself... But at least she gets a good consolation prize in the form of her sweet berry’s pert tits. Beryl’s boobs may not be the biggest of the barbarian’s girls, but that doesn’t make those perky handfuls any less perfect. They fit so well in the palms of Krvavy’s hands... And in her mouth... Those verdant nipples always look so tasty... even without the droplets of this Dryad’s delicious nectar beading atop their pebbly peaks, luring Krvavy in...

“We didn’t mean ta ‘ide it from ya fer so long.” The tanned tomboy continues talking, completely unbothered by her dearest love’s leering. If anything, she is enjoying that open ogling. “It is just... we ‘aven’t really ‘ad the time fer it, wit’ everythin’ else goin’ on.” Her brow furrows faintly. “If we knew tha’ things would’a gotten so busy, then maybe we could ‘ave tried ta squeeze it in earlier...? Before everythin’ got so out o’ ‘and...? Like right after ya added those last few finishin’ touches ta our ‘ome...?”

“Mm. I would say that, rather than being busy, we were simply distracted.” Inanna plainly states, walking past Beryl without even bothering to give that tomboy’s amazing ass so much as a glance. Which should be considered a crime, in all honesty... “Beyond dealing with a certain someone’s heat, none of what we did – or more specifically, none of what our Krvavy did – needed to be done right away. Though I would not consider any of it a waste either, not even the more indulgent aspects, for our Krvavy still gained Divine Favour, experience, and that new mutualistic mark from it all.”

The tanned tomboy exaggeratedly sighs, glancing back over her shoulder. “Ach, fine.” She dryly drawls out. “We were busy bein’ distracted, ‘appy?”

Rather than respond to that slight bit of sass, Inanna just pulls out a chair and takes a seat at the table, making sure to give Adeline plenty of space as she begins sorting through and (re)folding that adorable girl’s new lingerie. Which isn’t exactly something that needs to be done, but at least it’ll make bringing all that stuff upstairs just a little easier...?

Krvavy softly shakes her head and brushes all of that aside. “It worked out well enough anyway, even with the delay.”

“Did it?” Thea critically asks, crossing her arms in an attempt to appear stern... only to end up looking rather pouty. Like usual. “Because now we have to deal with that thing.”

The tap, tap, tap of Beryl’s fingers slowly drumming against the countertop echo through the air. “Keepin’ this slime could be a little inconvenient,” the tanned tomboy reluctantly agrees, “but... ‘ave faith in our dearest love. She wouldn’t’ve brought it back ‘ere inta our ‘ome if it was a danger ta any o’ us. Which means she must ‘ave some way ta keep it in line, aye?”

The barbarian lightly bites the inside of her cheek. “Kind of?”

“How inspiring.” The silver-blonde brat accompanies that sarcastic reply with a roll of her eyes. But despite her rather flippant response, the girl does seem a little more cautious of that slime, subtly taking the slightest step backwards.

A reasonable amount of concern flits across the Dryad’s face. She leans a little further forwards. “Ya’ve at least gotten it ta stop tryin’ ta eat Inanna, aye...?”

The fact that Krvavy hesitates slightly before giving an answer doesn’t exactly inspire confidence. “If the lesson stuck with it... then yeah.”

“Really? ‘Lesson’? Can you even hear what you are saying?” Thea derisively sneers, glaring at the faintly jiggling blob clinging onto Krvavy’s arm. From a safe distance away. “That is a slime. It does not even have a brain. How could it learn anything?”

“It may not be smart, but it isn’t entirely mindless either.” Seeing the obvious, and honestly expected, doubt in her fiancée’s eyes, Krvavy elects to simply heft the slime up in front of her, holding it out for all to see. This gooey thing isn’t exactly light, but it also isn’t all that heavy. It definitely weighs less than an equal amount of water would...

The beautiful silver-blonde brat raises a single eyebrow. “What are you –?”

⟨♪♪♪⟩ A gentle and joyous chiming sound rings through the different portions of Krvavy’s soul, drawn out by the gentle caress of her thumb over this slime’s pearly core. Which quite visibly nuzzles into the palm of her hand in response to that touch. ⟨♪♪♪⟩

Beryl effortlessly vaults the dividing counter, walking right up to the thing. “Is it...?”

“Trying to ‘speak’? Pretty much, yeah.” A slightly smug smile plays at Krvavy’s lips. Weirdly enough, she feels a tinge of pride for this slime. Maybe that is just because she is more or less showing it off...?

“Curious.” Inanna’s voice carries over from the other room. “It appears to have quite the limited range on the ‘noises’ that it makes, because she,” the Dwarf gestures towards Adeline, who is engrossed in her letters to the point of being entirely oblivious to her surroundings, “did not react to what the rest of you heard.”

The tanned tomboy tilts her head as she glances back at that shortstack. Again. “‘The rest’...? Can ya not ‘ear it yerself?”

“Mnn. No. I believe that it is communicating through the connection it has with our Krvavy’s soul, an–”

“And ya ‘aven’t been blessed like tha’ just yet... My dearest love!” Beryl’s attention swiftly snaps back to the barbarian. “Give Inanna a part o’ yer soul already!”

“There is no rush.” The grey-skinned shortstack calmly states. Though of course her words are more or less ignored by a certain caramel coloured tomboy. “That connection will form in due time, at its own pace. Of that I have no doubt. And I am fine with waiting until that happens. Especially as this is not something that should be **** to form before it is ready. Though if we do need to resort to that...”

“Ugh! Hello?!” Thea exasperatedly exclaims, looking quite annoyed by the drifting conversation. “Are you all forgetting something?! What are we going to do with this thing?!”

“Well,” Krvavy meets her beautiful, and rather bothered, brat’s soft-blue eyes, “I was going to see if I could get it to not eat all of our food.”

“Ooh!” Beryl perks up at that, the black pools of her eyes glimmering with excitement. “So ya’re tryin’ ta train it? Like a pet?”

“Yeah, that’s the idea.”

“Rghmn...” Khalia softly grunts and abruptly peels herself away from her Mate’s side. Only to immediately wrap her strong, fur-covered arms around Beryl’s slim body. “Mnnghhn...” Her already quite quiet grumbling gets muffled even further as she buries her face into the tanned tomboy’s short and messy hair, nuzzling between the cute branch-like antlers that sprout out of the Dryad’s head.

As expected, Beryl has absolutely no issue with that clingy cuddling. One of her lightly toned arms comes to rest around the Were-Beast’s wide hips, nimble fingers idly trailing over the dark stripes that decorate the beige-brown fur climbing up the outside of this wild woman’s toned and muscled thigh.

Thea’s face ever so slightly scrunches up as she takes in that sight. “Do we really need another pet?” She stares quite pointedly at the slime, before slowly lifting her gaze up to look Krvavy in the eye. “You are not going to fuck this one too, are you?”

Krvavy slowly blinks. “The thought hadn’t even crossed my mind.” She honestly admits, the corners of her lips slowly twitching upwards. “So why are you thinking about that~?”

A red hue fills the bratty girl’s cheeks as her judgmental stare turns into an outright glare. One with very little bite to it. She knows full well that there is nothing she can say that’ll get her out of this unscathed. The best she can do is try to take Krvavy down with her. But is that worth it...?

“What, cat got your tongue~?” The Drakling’s smug smile only grows bigger as her fiancée remains silent. “Come on, aren’t you going to explain how this,” she jiggles the slime in her hand, “made you think about sex~?

⟨♥♥♥⟩ Warmth floods through the separate but connected portions of Krvavy’s soul. Content, happy, fulfilled. A bit tingly, though in a good way. Like being submerged in the rejuvenating waters of the many hot springs around their home.

Beryl’s outstretched arm – the one not hugging Khalia back – slowly sinks into the subtly swelling mass of the apparently quite affectionate slime. Its purple-blue liquid sloshes as her palm comes to rest atop a certain decently large pearl, gently pressing it down into her Draconic lover’s hand.

Thea grabs onto that unintentionally offered lifeline. “What are you doing?” She critically questions, doing her best to ignore both the fuzzy feelings that this slime is freely sharing and the heat still lingering in her rosy cheeks.

“Just pettin’ ‘er.” The Dryad responds with a smile. “Feels a bit odd, but... not bad. The bit o’ pressure squeezin’ around me... It’s kinda like a nice, warm ‘ug. And not as wet as a thought it’d be...” She pauses for a moment, tilting her head ever so slightly. About as much as she can with Khalia still nuzzling into her hair. “Think we could train ‘er ta give massages, or would tha’ be too much?”

“‘Her’? ‘She’?” Thea grimaces almost to the point of cringing. “Ugh... Seriously...?” The bratty girl’s shoulders slump as her energy drains away, leaving her looking incredibly disappointed and far too tired to deal with this.

“Aye,” the tanned tomboy nods. “This slime ‘as a portion o’ our dearest love’s soul. So it is only natural tha’ she is a she too. And wit’ tha’ in mind...” Beryl’s eyes, with their black sclera and veiled iris’, pierce into the barbarian. “My dearest love, ‘ave ya got any ideas fer ‘er name?”

Krvavy moves the slime, and Beryl’s hand, a little out of the way so that her fed up fiancée can get by without having to squeeze past her. “Uh...”

It seems that Krvavy’s uncertainty was expected, as the second woman she asked to be her fiancée quickly gives a suggestion. “Wha’ about Llyn?” The former Wood Elf pronounces that name rather oddly. It almost sounds like she just said ‘thin’, albeit with the ‘th’ being... fairly throaty.

“Ugh...” Thea weakly groans as she flops down onto a random chair at the dinner table, keeping a fair distance away from either of the two shorties already sitting over there. Her head thumps into the table. “Can you not give it a normal name...?”

“Wha’ is wrong wit’ Llyn?” Beryl genuinely asks, looking to Krvavy for an answer. Even if she could turn to face the brat... Thea isn’t exactly in the mood to respond. Not properly, at least. “It means ‘lake’ in my people’s tongue. Which is pretty fittin’, aye? Wha’ wit’ ‘er basically bein’ made o’ wa’er and all? And even beyond tha’... Ah also thought it sounded kinda cute...”

The barbarian lightly bites the inside of her cheek. Without much thought, she raises her free hand up and lovingly cups her sweet berry’s chin, thumb gently stroking the mildly dejected Dryad’s cheek. “It isn’t a bad name, but... it might be a bit hard to pronounce.” To prove her point, Krvavy gives it a few good tries. “Cth-in. Ghth-in. Ths-in. Can’t quite get my tongue to make the right sound... Though I guess I could cheat by just saying {Lake}...?” She softly shakes her head. “But the others don’t have Not So Cunning Linguist to help them out like that.”

Beryl melts into Krvavy’s touch. “Alright~...” She softly breathes back, pulling her hand out and away from the slime so that she can loosely grab onto her Draconic lover’s wrist instead. A slightly dopey smile plays at her verdant lips as Khalia’s clingy hug tightens a little. “Then... ‘ow about we simplify it ta... ta Lynn...? Tha’ is bit more o’ a person name, but it still sounds nice, aye...?”

“Lynn... Lynn... Lynn...” The Drakling slowly repeats that suggestion, as if tasting how it sounds. Her smile grows wider as she leans in to give her sweet berry a quick kiss. Before straightening up a bit and doing the same for Khalia. There is no point in neglecting her precious puppy. Krvavy has more than enough love to pass around~. “I like it. Is everyone else alright with that?”

“Mhhhhghh...” The silver-blonde brat doesn’t even bother lifting her head as she makes that grumbling noise. But that isn’t a no, so...

“Mhm. Sounds like a good name to me.” Inanna idly responds, placing the last of Adeline’s new and now nicely folded lingerie aside. She glances towards the bunny-mouse girl vaguely by her side. Who is still completely engrossed in her letters to the point of not having heard any of this. “And I do not believe that she would protest either.”

“Mrrgh...” Khalia simply shrugs her shoulders, not really caring what her Mate calls the slime.

“Okay, good.” Krvavy’s brow furrows faintly as she glances down at the hand gently holding onto Beryl’s chin. “Guess I’d better get to trying to actually train Lynn to not eat everything we own...”

With a great deal of ****, she gently pulls away from the tanned tomboy, needing to lightly shake Beryl’s hand off her wrist.

“And ‘ow do ya intend ta do tha’?” Beryl curiously asks, not doubting her dearest love’s ability just wondering what Krvavy has planned.

“I... Well, we’ll see if it works, but I was hoping to repeat what I did to get it– to get her to not eat Inanna. Just... not as harshly? I want this slime here to know that Inanna is above our food, and that just trying to eat her will result in a punishment far, far worse than whatever it – she, than whatever she would get for actually eating our food.”

The lewd mark that decorates Beryl’s lower belly pulses, a gentle blue-green glow travelling through the lines of its twisting vines and ornate hearts like a rippling wave spreading across a still pond. “My dearest love,” pure and utter affection oozes from the tanned tomboy’s cooing voice, “ya might be wingin’ this, but... haahhh~... yer possessive protectiveness is... is just somethin’ else~...!”

“Rrrrghmmnh...” Khalia rolls her amber-gold eyes and drags the Dryad away from the Drakling.

“We’ll... hahh~... just be over ‘ere~!” Beryl moans out, acting as if she had a choice in the matter. “Good luck, my dearest lohve~!”

A bit of heat fills Krvavy’s cheeks, even as she shakes her head and turns her attention towards the slime still clinging onto her arm.

Warmth emanates from the pearly core more or less resting in her palm. ⟨♪♪♪⟩ A gentle, tinkling chime echoes through her mind, full of happiness and joy.

The slight smile playing at Krvavy’s lips falters. She... really hopes that this works.

Krvavy leans forwards just a bit more, cheek squishing into her knuckles as that arm’s elbow presses into her muscled thigh. The white and black marble tiles beneath her ass and her loosely crossed legs have long since been warmed by her body heat. Her thick tail stretches out behind her hunched body, curling to the side in an attempt to take up as little space as possible.

The slime – Lynn – sways slightly but otherwise remains equally still, staying some distance away from the Drakling.

A bowl full of the leftovers from breakfast rests on the floor between them.

With just a bit of effort, Krvavy focuses her thoughts around a vague feeling of calm happiness, holding onto it for a few seconds before directing that gentle feeling towards the patient purple-blue blob waiting in front of her.

⟨♪♪♪⟩ Joyous chiming sounds echo through the spread connection of Krvavy’s soul as the slime slowly and deliberately begins to move, approaching the cold leftovers with jiggling excitement. It only takes a couple seconds before a gooey mass is spilling into that bowl, letting the food that fills it ‘float’ upwards and deeper into the slime, only for those mushy beans to be absorbed before they can reach the pearly core.

The barbarian’s brow furrows. Negative feelings coalesce within her mind, intentionally shaped and formed to not be too harsh or mean, just stern and... carrying the promise of disappointment if not heeded.

‘Lynn’ freezes as those feelings flow freely from Krvavy’s soul. It takes this slime a few seconds to understand what is wanted of her, slowly pulling back away from the bowl. The food still floating inside of her mass dissolves rather quickly, disappearing completely by the time that this slime has returned to the tile she started on.

Shaping emotions like this and then sending them towards this slime is... still a bit of an awkward process. But it isn’t too difficult. In a way, it is kind of like talking through the Far-Speaking rings. Just a bit more... delicate. The line between a casual ‘go ahead’ and an eager ‘do whatever you want’ is surprisingly thin.

“My dearest love~!” Beryl’s warm and affectionate cooing draws the Drakling’s attention off to the side. The tanned tomboy is sitting quite comfortably in Khalia’s lap, letting herself get hugged and cuddled as the Were-Beast in turn sits on one of the stools lined up beside the kitchen counter. “Ya’ve done an amazin’ job~! Do ya...” Her gaze drops down to the seemingly well-trained slime. “Do ya mind if Ah give it a try?

“Go ahead.” Krvavy easily answers, already rising to her feet. “We need to make sure she follows the rules even when I’m not the one, uh, enforcing them. Just... start slow and don’t go too far.”

“Aye, my dearest love, Ah know. Ah’m good wit’ animals, remember? And Lynn ‘ere is... close enough ta count. Ah think...?”

Krvavy rolls her shoulders and stretches out her slightly stiff back.

“Oh, sweet puppy... Can ya...?”

“Rmmgh...” A rather disappointed growl rumbles out from Khalia as she releases her grip on Beryl, letting that tomboy slip out of her lap. The Were-Beast’s bottom lip trembles. “Wwrrrrhhh...” Her strong, paw-like hands suddenly dart out, grabbing onto her Mate’s arm as the Drakling walks on by. “Hhhh!”

“You’ve been... very clingy since we got back from Raseyne.” Krvavy casually comments, all but dragging her precious puppy along with her as she steps out of the kitchen. “If we weren’t there together, then I’d think that you just missed me. So... is everything alright?”

Khalia’s green-skinned cheeks gain a slightly red hue. “Mate need hugs.”

“What about Thea and Beryl? You’ve been kissing and cuddling them quite a bit too~.”

The Orc turns her gaze away. Though that doesn’t do much to hide her growing blush. “Missed Girlie and Elfy...”

Krvavy stops in front of the (open) door to the dining room, an affectionate but slightly malicious smile playing at her lips. Without a word she leans her head in and kisses her precious puppy on the cheek. “Well then, why don’t you go give Thea some more love~? I’m sure she’d appreciate it~.”

Khalia’s shaggy tail flicks back and forth as a toothy and tusked grin fills her face. “Hehehhehe~...!” Soft, cackling giggles accompany her growing excitement. “Hehaheehaha~...!”