Tina's horny dream

That evening, Tina settled into her bedroom from the night before, avoiding her displeasure at calling it "her" bedroom. She didn't want to get too comfortable here. Having shed her makeshift dress and hung it carefully on the handle of a teacup, she'd taken a short bath in a matching bowl. Still, as peaceful as her soak was, she found herself missing Mr. Tootsie; she hadn't taken a proper bath without him in... ever, really. Not that she could play with him like before, anyway; he was more than twice her size right now.

After her relaxing bath, Tina dried herself off with a towel made from a fern. Not wanting to wear her only outfit to bed for fear of ruining it, she climbed into her bed naked and pulled a mossy blanket over her toadstool mattress. She hated that she was starting to get so used to her environment that none of this phased her anymore. She wanted to stew on it more, let herself get mad at Queen Brightra again and work herself into a tizzy, but her ridiculously soft bed had other ideas. Like before, Tina fell asleep almost as soon as she hit the mushroom, whether due to her own exhaustion or how comfy she felt between the cap and the moss. She could see why fairies were so energetic if they slept like this every night.

Tina found herself in a much more pleasant dream than the one she'd had to fight through earlier today. She was decked out in the finest armor and adventuring gear money could buy (similar to what her parents intended for her to wear on her birthday) and lounging on a luxurious throne. Her many pirate adversaries surrounded her, all of them naked and serving Tina's every whim. Captain Patty was holding a bowl of grapes and feeding them to Tina one by one, while Captain Rey hovered next to her with a handkerchief at the ready to dab her lips clean. L'Abbee as kneeling at her feet and covering her legs with sensual kisses. "Oh, my love," he cooed, "I'm so sorry for leaving you for these stupid harlots. I was such a stupid slut to not realize you were the perfect woman to be my S'Poo-Gee. Will you forgive me if I offer ten thousand more smooches, darling?"

Tina laughed heartily. "Make it twenty thousand and I'll consider letting you put pants on again, mister."

L'Abbee continued kissing her with reckless abandon. Meanwhile, the rest of her servants stood beside the throne, Nan and Astrid fanning her with elaborate leaf fans, and Mirelda and Snuzu performing a lapdance together. Their tight, green asses jiggled and bounced with so much fervor that Tina could feel herself ready to cream her pristine, jewel-encrusted grieves. "Start showing each other some love, ladies." Both orcs nodded with sexy smiles and immediately locked lips. Tina couldn't say how, but she knew their tongues were wrapped tightly around one another like two snakes in heat.

The other drow in her party, Shita, stood by with a plate full of sumptuous fruit and rich wine. She leaned and whispered into Tina's ear, "My lady, your admirers are ready for your approval. You may admit them at any time."

"Thank you, lead slut." Tina replied, a chuckle escaping her lips. "For your service, you have permission to lick the floor for nutrients."

"How generous, madam." Shita set the plat down and immediately fell to the floor, sticking her spankable grey booty high into the sky and grazing the marble floor below for drops of wine. Tina licked her lips and got a fiendish idea. Sensing her desire, Rey and Patty backed up to make room for Tina to wind back her arm and smack Shita's bottom with all the pent up frustration she'd kept at the back of her mind. Now, in her perfect fantasy, she didn't know what could have made her so frustrated, but it was immensely satisfying nonetheless.

Shita moaned as her ass shook like a tar pit in an earthquake. "Yes, take me, mistress!" She wailed as Tina whallopped her bottom over and over, make it jiggle deliciously. Tina licked her lips, imagining that sexy piece of elf meat as a slice of the tastiest birthday cake she'd ever had. Her eyes darted around the room at the rest of her pirates-turned-slaves, marveling at the bottomless bushel of butts assembled before her.

"Well, it is my castle, on my perfect day," Tina mused. "Let my adoring public wait. I intend to feast on more intimate cuisine tonight. Slaves, line up!"

"Yes, Mistress Tina!" They all cheered in unison before lining up before their queen and showing eight full moons. It was enough for an entire lunar cycle! Tina released a sigh of pleasure, and a small smackerel of lady cream down below, and readied herself to feast...