worked with Rose, didn’t it?

I stared at the ceiling, hoping something would stop me from what I was about to do. When nothing did, I turned my head around to look at Regina, eye to eye. I wished we were somewhere safer, it would have been a pretty sight to fall asleep to. “You’re not going to believe this, but I think I want to copy one of your ideas.”

“Well, this is going to sound strange coming from me, but I’m not sure if this is the right time for you to wish for bigger tits.” She put a hand over my chest and groped my left breast. “Not that you would find me complaining, but you’re going to hate yourself if that pussy goes stray because we were too busy enjoying your new pair of funbags.”

I was too tired to shake her hand off. And out of the many things she could distract herself with as I told her my plan, I wasn’t to tell her to stop doing the one that was pleasurable for me. “Ha-ha, no. I meant that we should do something like what we did with Rose. Take her back to the apartment, and see what we can do once we’re there. It’s weird, the ring didn’t seem to work at one hundred percent when we were fighting. I’m pretty sure she tried to **** us, and it might have had a late effect on me.”

“I don’t want to rain on your parade, but that seems less like a plan and more like a half-baked idea.” Regardless, she lifted herself off the ground, and did the same thing with me a moment after. “How are we going to get her there? I doubt you can wish us all the way over there. And even if you can, I’m going to have to veto it right now.”

I lifted an eyebrow at that last statement. “Aren’t I the ringmaster? I don’t think you mentioned anything about veto powers when you made that whole lecture.” I pointed out. It would be a lie to say that the notion of me being Regina’s sidekick has vanished from my mind, but I was still able to put on a knowing smirk to show I wasn’t being serious with my complaint.

“Hera, please, you’re in no condition to make the distance. You can ravage me in your bed when we get back home if you want to remind me of my place, but you have to listen to me when I warn you that you’re about to go with a really bad idea. I mean, shouldn’t you listen to the expert?” It seems like Regina had picked up on those feelings, even if I hadn't voiced them with her. Could she listen to my thoughts? Maybe, but it was more likely she just knew how to read me; being millenia old and all. Ignoring the questions that I would have to ask later, I couldn’t deny the effect of her charms on me.

“When you’re right, you’re right.” I admitted, my hands making a quick trip towards her ribs in order to tickle a laugh out of her. “I’m going to be honest, this would be a lot easier if it was night already” I pointed at a nearby window, which showed (to my lament) that the sun would still be shining for a few more hours. “But, there is one way we can get away with this.” I sighed. “It relies on everyone who sees us paying zero attention or being really dumb, but it’s the best I got.”

“Oh, come on Hera! It can’t be that bad! If you came up with it, I’m sure it’s going to be a great plan and work out perfectly!” That was way too optimistic, but I had to give Regina credit for trying to keep the spirits up.

“I’m glad that you already seem to like the plan. I didn’t expect you to get like this before letting you know that we’ll have to dress skimpy.” Her eyes shined as I slipped the detail, practically turning into suns.

A part of me was sure we wouldn’t have been able to cross a single street without someone figuring out our ruse, calling the cops, and making the situation a lot messier for everyone. But, in a modern day miracle, it seemed like I had figured out how to come up with a plan to stupid to fail.

Currently, Friendly Paws was walking unconsciously with us, her ankles tied to our own and her arms over our shoulders. Her hair was like curtains on her fallen head, and it gave the impression that she had drunk an entire tavern dry. Still, one would normally assume that there would be at least one person with no sense of manners that would see an **** heroine from across the street and try to get her autograph. Either that, or that she would eventually wake back up and things would get ugly between us again. Thankfully, such matters would only be a problem if you were not the Ringmaster.

As troublesome as it had been to make my wishes take effect with Paws, it seemed like politely asking her to “Not wake up until you feel like someone’s giving you a wedgie” (Regina’s input) was a simple enough order to take hold. Of course, maybe I would be proven wrong just a few feet short from the apartment, but I was willing to bet that she normally doesn’t stay knocked out for over an hour.

And of course, if she did snap her eyes open, we would probably get a few seconds to come up with something while she was in a state of confusion about who we are and about how she ended up dressed as if she was hoping to get money in exchange for moving a few inches of fabric to the side.

The final attires ended up being quite… ‘sluttier’ that I had originally intended for, mostly thanks to Regina. Paws was wearing a top that was basically a silk yellow ‘x’ over her chest, a pink miniskirt, and some underwear that we hoped would do their job in concealing her stuffed-in tail. I, wanting to conserve some dignity, opted for yoga pants and a low-cut top that showed midriff. Regina, being herself, was wearing pasties, a mesh top that would have shown her nipples if it wasn’t for the aforementioned pasties, a micro skirt, and a thong worn high enough to give her a whale tail.

It should go without mention that I wasn’t quite used to the attention these disguises got us. Even if I knew that every person who observed did so in a shallow manner, in fear of being caught in the act of being a pervert, and that I was the most modestly dressed; I couldn’t help the feeling that all eyes were on me. It was strange, that I had never contemplated that my dreams of being a heroine would have eventually put me in a similar position.

The best thing to shake those thoughts off my mind was to turn my head around and look at the person who absolutely enjoyed every bit of the attention. Regina seemed to be controlling herself from openly flirting with all the people ‘admiring’ her body. But no will is all powerful, so she openly took the chance to shake her butt around and to make deliberate steps that would bounce her body up and down. It was quite a show, and I was right next to the stage.

There was a method to the madness, as unbelievable as it might sound. The best way to carry someone who was out of it and not raise suspicion to yourself was to make it look as if you had all been partying. And of course, our sleeping pussy not only hid her tired face but dressed in the middle of our extremes. This ensured that people would be paying the least attention to her, and made them specially unlikely to notice the strings down below.

It goes without saying that I had made facial realignments to each of us before we left for the street. It would have been really humiliating to have such a brilliant(ly stupid) maneuver ruined in such a dumb(er) manner as someone noting that we were the same gals who had been seen leaving a coffee shop with a celebrity of suspiciously similar figure to the lady that we were dragging.

And somehow, we had managed it. Not once did any of the many guys who “accidentally” bumped into us seem to notice the state in which Paws was in. No one had realized that she spent the entire time with her head down, not lifting it even an inch. They all must have just assumed that we were sex workers or influencers or petty-rich **** addicts and have their curiosity satisfied with that ‘fact’.

I doubt that I had ever opened and closed my door faster than I did today. I opted to return to a normal attire immediately as the option was available to me. Being the happy moron that I was over the success of our gamble, I asked Regina if she wanted to ‘dress normal’ too and she responded by stripping naked in the blink of an eye.

“You know what? After all that happened, fine! You want to be a nudist while staying inside? I’ll let you!” I yelled as I ran towards her and tackled her with a hug. With how stressful the last couple of hours were, I would welcome a loyal friend that will stay by my side during the worst of times regardless of any quirks they might have. And if I had to be truthful, I was a lot more friendly with the idea of Regina not wearing a single thing while calling me master. Was that because of the ring? Absolutely, but seeing what the people who want to take it from me are like, I’ll take turning into a gayer lesbian that Sappho herself any time of the week!

“I’m going to enjoy this, Ringmaster.” Regina told me once the hug was done. I was about to ask, but then I remembered. Right. The wedgie.

Did that have to happen now? I was tired, too tired. It wasn’t even night yet. And most importantly of all, there was nothing new I had come up with as to dealing with the malfunctions the ring seemed to have when I used it on Paws.

Would it be that bad if we put that off? Couldn’t I be a little selfish, and choose to lay in bed with Regina for a few hours while getting some well deserved rest? It’s not like the cat was suddenly going to run off.