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The panther turns his head into the scratches, making a deeply satisfied noise in his throat, his tendrils curling up onto his back harmlessly for now while they watched. And indeed, given another 5 minutes, Ashlie would stop flopping her tail around and raise it over her back, baring herself.

A questing lick with a rough tongue would make her shiver and mewl with lust, another would force a grown out of her, the squirrelgirl wet and wanting more then just a tail batting now. Which her play partner was happy to provide, mounting up over her.

He slid easily into her, making Ashlie gasp and curl her fingers and toes, biting her lip and pushing her hips back, eyes fluttering before they shot open at an odd feeling. Oooo what are those... she moaned, surprised but enjoying herself. Spines I would imagine. Christine's petting partner said, proving that he too was not immune to the charms of her fluffy tails as his tendrils darted out to chase them around behind them both.

As prophesied by the derp sages, the pair in front of them began rutting, the large feline using his tendrils to gently snare her wrists and pull them down by her ankles, holding her in place firmly with her ass as far up as it could be raised as he thrust into her, soon working up to a good, vigorous pace, Ashlie moaning up a storm and loving every minute, quick to cum and with the panther only having just gotten started.
 
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Wagging her tails as the tentacles start chasing them Christine leans against her panther, enjoying the show. "So... have you been around these parts for long? Anything dangerous here, besides the dryad?"
 
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The displacer beast which shall herefore forever be known as a panther because it's easier to type, leaned back in and just relaxed, not making a move on Christine while Ashlie was quite literally fucked hard into the ground. And she was making some very sweet, cute mewling moans and whimpering sounds of pleasure that were music to the ears.

Long enough. We came from the southern firelands. It's mostly unsettled but there are no laws among the fey. We decided it would be safer to find patronage here in the middle-lands. We've made a place for ourselves fooling hunters like your friend. But he is your friend, or property. There are many things that are.... Aggressive, and some that are dangerous. The Dryad is certainly very dangerous, most dryads are. They've been driven insane by humanities expansion. Some are slavers, some are predators. Avoid them. Though many other plant spirits, sylphs and satyrs and fauns are quite friendly and eager to help. The plants themselves can be.... problematic. Wow he is really giving it to her. I can't blame him, Ginto's been pent up awhile. He replied smoothly. Ashlie had just cum again and Ginto along with her it seemed, but he was in no mood to stop and only held her tighter, reinforcing his claim on her ass.

Ashlie had no complaints outside of a very long, very loud scream of bliss.

We've found even the shadows aren't all that dangerous. Just disorienting. They cause you to lose a couple hours of memory, but no more harm then that, save for leaving you in a new place. If I had to really decide what Could be dangerous? It's the harpies and Okami. Beware the wolf spirits. They are aggressive, and have a law amongst themselves. "You Keep, what you Conquer." Though you may earn release in combat if you do fall. They hold to their pack laws above all else, and are good loyal friends if you can stand shoulder to shoulder with them as allies. Another law is a Friend to One is a Friend to all. And then... The Black Spirits. You'll know when you're in their domain. Things will fall to rot and decay, the creatures there will breed or kill you. Every time, without exception. The bugs will breed you, but everything else will take your life. Be cautious. I am Ferenzi by the way, may I know your name? he explained, before asking and turning his head.
 
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Christine listens to the beast, although her ears keep twitching from the noises Ashlie makes. "I'm Christine. The squirrel is Ashlie. You're being surprisingly helpful, Ferenzi."
 
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Before was just fun, still is if you like a show. Kitsunes do it to others and eachother constantly I thought. Firefoxes in our home certainly did. A game of illusions they called it. Who knows, maybe we'll need your help. We must all watch eachothers backs in the end Christine. Ferenzi said smoothly while Ashlie arched her back hard enough to pull Ginto hard into her by yanking on his tendrils, burying him Deep as he filled her again, both collapsing and panting, twitching in pleasurable aftershocks after riding out their last shared climax, Ginto still firmly entrenched in Ashlie and the squirrel looking at Christine with a dreamy smile on her face.

We both have fairly nonsensical companions as well. I know your joy and pain. Your companionship will be fun. She doesn't smell strongly enough of you to have been in your company for long. he said, chuckling with a raspy purring sound that was endearing while he gave Christine a squeeze by draping a paw around her shoulder and giving the hug, before returning to patiently sitting.
 
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"I'll have to remember that next time. I do like games." Christine says, standing up and stretching to give Ferenzi bit of a show.
 
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Mmmm, you are a lovely creature Christine. I hope to be winning Next time. He said, standing and stretching himself in a very catlike way, large claws sliding out of his paws for a split second as he did, before he jerked his head at Ginto.

Ginto looked at him, and then at Christine, before sliding out of Ashlie, his barbed shaft making her gasp loudly and clench, before he was finally free and he bounded off with his brother, leaving the pair of females there in peace.

You missed out... was all she had to say on the matter, laying there in a pleasured daze.
 
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"I hope we'll get to play again." Christine calls after Ferenzi, then turns to look at Ashlie. "I don't mind." Since the squirrelgirl looks like she'll need a minute, Christine passes time by climbing into a tree.
 
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Ashlie takes that moment to recover while Christine hides in a tree. The tree is fine with her presence, and does not object, and she gets a good view of a very thick canopy, and No clues whatsoever about what's going on. Nor did anything attack her.... Or show up. Or even slightly annoy her. It was nice up here, except for the fact that even in daylight she could see the stars which were way brighter then normal, and, there were 4 moons... that she could see.
 
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Surprised at the sight of the sky, Christine has to remind herself that she is in the faerie. Still, it was nice to look at, so she spends a while stargazing, trying to figure out if there were any constellations that looked familiar. Soon realizing that she doesn't actually remember any constellations except Orion and the one that looks like W, she gets bored of craning her neck and returns to the surface to see if Ashlie has recovered.
 
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Ashlie is stretching and standing when Christine returns, a wide smile on her face. This world... much better then mine.... she says happily. No zombies roaming around everywhere. The panthers want to fuck and play instead of eating you... Nothing is dropping acid from the sky.... there are no village destroying lightning storms or brain eating squid faced monsters.... She coos happily, seeming to have no issues What so ever with just getting pounded by a large cat. For someone who had panicked earlier, she seemed to take everything in stride now, and that was probably a good thing.

Should we go get into more trouble Boss? she asked, seeming to hesitate at the last word before simply deciding on one.
 
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We'll get back to the bad parts sooner or later, Christine thinks, then shakes her head, not wanting to spoil Ashlie's mood by getting all sour and depressed. There was something infectious about the girl's excitement. "If you'd like. I doubt Dillian will be finishing soon and if he gets bored, we'll just have to make it up for him."
 
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Ashlie giggled at the idea while she hugged her tail again, seeming to like to cuddle it, before bouncing off into the trees again on a random funhunt. Since she'd gotten permission. You know what's great? Not having to wear a slave collar anymore. The collar's not bad but the chain is so heavy sometimes. she said, not commenting at all on Christine's anklet which she must have noticed at some point, but it was more jewelry then mark of slavery.

Men get reallly boring after awhile and now that I'm free... Well, gonna live it up. she continued, practically singing that last part out and twirling. her mood really was infectious, it was hard not to smile with her around.

Another half hour passed fairly uneventfully before the pair bumped into something odd. It was like a way station, 4 posts, but rather then figureheads, there were suits of armor carved from white stone standing there, each holding something odd. They weren't weapons it seemed. One was holding a set of shackles made of some shining metal, another was holding a cup, the one facing south was holding a crown, and the last wasn't holding anything.
 
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Giggling as well, Christine bounces after Ashlie, though she can't jump quite as high as the squirrelgirl.

Then they come across the suits of armor. "This looks weird," Christine says before sending a foxfire to twirl around the statues to see if they'd react.
 
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The statues one and all slowly turn their heads without a sound, following the fire, one raising it's cup to capture the little glowing ball of flame, before stepping down from it's podium and turning towards them, standing there patiently. The others all rotate to face the girls, but do not move. I can't tell if they're enemies... or it's a puzzle.... or what. But you did something. Ashlie said, skirting around them, the armors staying focused on Christine as the one who'd made the first offering.
 
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Christine stops where she is, and tries to figure out the statues. "A chain, a cup, a crown and...nothing? That would be... a slave, a peasant, a king and a beggar? Or perhaps the cup is for the priests?"
 
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The armors all bowed slightly as they were named, King through Beggar, with Ashlie tilting her head. Does that mean anything? You don't look like a beggar, and I was a slave. she says, the shackle baring armor turning to regard her, holding out the chains, but not doing anything with them. They were not hostile, It was like a puzzle or an autonomous gatekeeper.
 
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"I'm not sure," Christine says, tilting her head. "Maybe it's a story? A peasant becomes first beggar, then slave, then king?"
 
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Maybe it's the other way around. From king to slave to beggar to peasant? Ashlie offered. So far the only Armor to not behave as the others was the one holding the cup, which was glowing with Christine's blue flames.

The one offering the shackles continued offering them, and Ashlie reached out to touch them. They flared with a pink light, and then appeared around her wrists and ankles connected with a heavy chain that ran to all 4.

Both appeased armors stepped off to the side, two triggers meaning the lock had been activated it seemed as the other two waited, and the waystone in the center started to slide into the ground revealing a staircase twisting down into the earth barred by 4 gates made of silver bars. Silver that neither girl could touch without risking burns. Two of the gates had opened, two remained. Ashlie's leading chain, which could be used to lead her around, or if pulled firmly, would draw the 4 connecting chains together in front of her, or apart behind her, allowing good control of the squirrel, was dropped at Christine's feet. Ashlie whimpering a little and tugging on the chains uselessly, looking at Christine confused when the lead was given to her.
 
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Christine examines the chains holding Ashlie. "Empty hands... What should I fill them with?" she asks out loud. Although there really weren't too many options. First, Christine tries putting Ashlie's chain in them, then her own tails, if that didn't work.
 
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