Summary: In setting with the rest of my stories. Monstergirl lizard Kit captures a human girl by accident. Decides to keep her, and a whole load of bondage and lesbian stories, a little fantasy combat and some fun times develop.

Please enjoy.

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In a monster girl village, a lizardgirl family of a widowed mother was getting for their daily lives.

"Morning mom!"

Kit the lizard-girl had woken up. Like all Lizardgirls of the new age of Mamono, her face and body appeared almost human, save for hands and feet ending in claws, scales on her face, limbs and a big, fat tail accentuate her round butt. Sauntering in her nightgown and scratching her leg with a lazy gait, Kit entered the bathroom and started her daily cleaning routine. Brushing her teeth last, she was getting ready for her day in a raiding party with the younger monster girls to obtain husbands.

Grooming her tail, she was in the living room as her older mother, wearing a sleeping robe, was cooking eggs for breakfast.

"Morning Kit! Have you slept well? Excited?"

"Sure thing mom!" She hugged her, giving her a kiss on her cheek. "I did all my training just for that."

The Reik's monster girls were going on a raid to clash with humans and grab as many men as possible for...romance purposes. Often one-sided, the...acquisitions would end up the humans in their hands, men often used for sex and ransom, women often only for ransoming. If they couldn't pay, they would be slaves, albeit well-treated and living quite liberated lives in ways they couldn't live in the Human Empire. Less than twenty percent were ransomed, often ransomed by human church's charities, or the soldiers' relatives. Five percent bought their freedom in time but stayed anyway as freedmen and freedwomen. Reik was liberal once the coin was available for the humans, with a lot of friendly monster girls to date and live with without adultery laws.

Sex did sell, after all.

"Be sure to bring a boy...Maybe one for me too?" Her mother winked.

"MOM!" Kit was already sitting down, digging in the omelet. "You want one boy for yourself? After Papa passed away last year?"

A man's picture was on the shelf, with a black ribbon on it. Her mother, Ssra sighed, grooming her scales and looking at a mirror with her claws.

"You think I lost it? It just doesn't feel right being alone you know...And the dark elves aren't selling any boys you know..." Ssra pouted. "We are all out of men this year."

"Yeah." Kit nodded. "We raided the humans' granaries so they sent a real army this time. Can I borrow your armor?" She sipped her orange juice, already eager for a fight. "Not that you are using it with your woodcarving job."

"Mhm." Her mom was eating pancakes, looking in a mirror. "You think I am putting on weight?" Kit chuckled, hissing in pleasure like a serpent when the coffee was just right.

"No mom, you aren't ugly. I'll see if I can get a second boy."

"Take my purse, if they capture extra, you can get boys at a discount." Ssra ate, smiling. "And get some cosmetics for me and yourself. Just because you capture them doesn't mean you ought to look plain if we want to capture their hearts." She smiled. "I'll get the spare rooms ready if you get a few, we can keep a few maids or boys."

Kit chuckled. "I love you, mom." She stood up, equipped herself, and kissed her mother on the cheek. Ssra would treat the humans well.

"I love you, stay safe honeybun."

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The raiding party was a hodgepodge of monster girls, wielding anything from clubs to maces, from wooden spoons to squeaky toy swords. Goblin girls with inflatable squeaky dildoes, Arachne youths with spidery limbs and web lassoes and Minotaur pups with wooden clubs gathered, marching as they giggled, laughed and joked to the borderlands.

When they noticed a fleur-de-lis banner in the distance, the girls all quietened, hiding in bushes and trees until the enemy closed in, eager to punish the source of food raids to the village.

"Everyone, grab a cute boy! Careful!"

The only monster girl with a bow, a Salamander girl with a flaming tail, lifted her steel bow to the heavens and shot a flaming arrow. When the projectile hit behind the Lescatian brigade, a wall of flames erupted behind the men, as monster girls squealed and charged in, weapons brandished.

A little pitch and alcohol fed to the prairie grass, buried under the soil the day before humans attacked, worked wonders.

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Karya steeled herself, helmet down. She was dressed completely as a male and disguised as one. Her black hair was short cut, her frame almost boyish, filling out fresh with the training. Being a street gutter orphan, disguising herself as a male was the only way to avoid rape and abuse, already proficient with a knife and a club.

The army fed her, put a bit of money and guaranteed a living. She didn't really feel like killing, but the village was raided of its beer and candy for a long time, and the Marshall had sent them to ensure the monster girls didn't raid anymore.

She grunted and raised her shield when the monster girls came charging, squealing cute goblins laughing with glee.

At least there was something she could work her frustration. Life was hard, pretending to be a boy, pretending to piss standing and making crude jokes with the men. She hit and downed a goblin with her studded club, and shield bashed another, charging with a yell.

The lines clashed, steel against steel, wood against wood, as men and monster clashed with yells, laughter, and giggles.

Karya saw a man go down with a bola, the salamander girl looming over the man, his arms stretched in surrender.

She flinched expecting a knockout or kill, and her eyes grew when the Salamander forcibly kissed him, removing his helmet, and carrying him off like a deer amongst the melee.

"LET'S HAVE SEX!"

"What..." Even the man was shocked, hoisted over her shoulder, his face buried in her captor's plump ass. "...really?"

The lizard girl simply giggled and carried him away.

"What the..." She almost got hit when her shield was bashed by a club.

"GRAB THE BOYS!" A yell erupted as monster girls, supported by bolas, spells shot by witch succubi wearing hats, whaled on the humans, who, after a few ball-lightning blasts, were too shocked to fight back.

The spell came from behind, a coruscating blast of light emanating from a grinning succubus wizard. An ambush!

Shit!

Karya panicked, fighting off several goblins and a Minotaur girl who grinned like mad, kneeing her on the stomach and shield bashing a goblin aside. Dodging several clubs, she rolled to her side and shot like an arrow, trying to escape. Everywhere she saw men on their backs, mounted by monster girls, tearing off their lower armor and kissing them.

"Fucking men! And their dicks!" Karya screamed in frustration, running away. No shame in that, realizing men were more interested in the girls than fighting. Even her friend, Tobias, locked in a kiss lined up against a tree with a minotaur, another minotaur grabbing his armor and stripping it off.

"Sister, we share him all right? Two for one?"

"OK!" The minotaur girl giggled, her human face wild with blush and exertion as she kissed him. "Me first!"

"Oh god..." Tobias grunted, his erection already apparent as the Minotaurs fumbled with his pants.

"Teehee! We are not going to hurt anybody! No dark elves here! Hey, what's your name-" They eagerly stripped their pants, eager to sit on his lap and enjoy some good battlefield rape.

"It's not raping if you'll enjoy it! LET'S HAVE SEX!" The second minotaur girl pulled him for a kiss, which he obliged, as the other started to sit on his manhood with a loud moan...

Karya kept running.

"BASTARDS! I'M SCREWED!"

She ran past as two men, lost in demon energy spells, had their britches down, double-teaming a succubus on both ends, the demon vixen's mouth and pussy bulging with fresh manhoods. She had to jump over a Lamia entwined with a human man, her lower body desperately squeezing the unwilling man's crotch as she kissed him. All around her, monster girls were raping men, and vice versa.

It was lost, and she had to run.

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"Fucking men, thinking with their dicks!" Karya cursed loudly, running in sweat.

Running deep into the forests, Karya was panting in her armor, standing near a stream, the sounds of fighting melting into moans and screams as the fighting broke into a sex orgy down the hill. She could see the naked figures mounting more naked monsterish figures, too far away to make anything out.

That's when Karya heard the rustle of armor and running lizard claws, finding herself yelling in rage.

Raising her shield, she slammed the lizard girl charging at him from behind, connecting with her armor. Swinging her war club, Karya smashed it on her armor, trading blows as she was trained.

The lizard girl pulled back, circling her menacingly with her light feet.

The lizard girl...was...cute. She was a monsterish female, with a human face save for scales around her cheeks, sharper teeth, a beautiful pair of amber, almost catlike eyes and scales on her cheeks.

Smiling, she lunged with her sword, almost catching Karya off guard, receiving a club blow on her helmet anyway. She didn't even flinch, professionally smacking her with her tail and lunging forward. Karya blocked her blows, keeping her feet.

But she was tired, and the lizard girl smelled it.

"You are exhausted, boy. Give up. You will be my captive and property." She winked, earning a snarl.

"Piss off, lizard!" Karya swung her steel war club, which got intercepted by the sword. As they pushed the weapons on each other, the steel studs of the club rang against the sword's edge, emitting sparks.

"Spirited! Good!" The lizard girl giggled, and suddenly charged, slamming Karya against the tree and knocking the wind out of her with her reptilian tail.

Karya wasn't fast enough to dodge, and the tree knocked the wind out of her.

"Ack!"

Karya shuddered, her sword falling as she coughed. Rolling aside, she deflected a hind claw blow and rose to her feet, and raised her shield to block another tail blow.

Too late. She was knocked on her ass, again.

Her blood froze when she found the sword on her throat, her helmet flying off. The lizard girl was giggling with glee.

"Cute face! I win, boy. Per laws of combat, your life belongs to me."

Karya's face froze. She shivered, fearing death so soon. Despite all her training, she found herself mumbling.

"Please don't kill me."

"Why would I do that?" The lizard girl smiled kindly, her aggression dying down. "What I need is you. Off with the armor. Let's see what I caught." She smiled, teeth gleaming as her claws glinted.

"About that..." Karya mumbled. "Please don't strip me. I have a medical condition." That just made the lizard girl curious.

"What is it? We can get it fixed, but you have to work extra for it. Slave...I mean-servants have all a price on their bodies..." She didn't want to scare "him" so soon.

"It's special..." Karya mumbled. "I'll do whatever you ask...fine...but can I please...? Just the armor..."

Nodding, the lizard girl motioned her to remove her armor, still thinking she was a boy.

Karya sighed, stripping her sweating armor, and standing with her shirt and trousers, army issue.

"Cute! Now off with the clothes! You aren't ugly!" She pushed her down as she flailed, removing her articles of clothing.

"WAIT DON'T!" Karya was in a panic until Kit pulled her sweaty shirt -which she noted smelled quite...sweet to her lizard nose- and realized something out of place.

...

"Eh?"

...

The human... was wearing a chest bandage in lieu of a bra, the lizard girl on top of her realized, still not understanding. After all...her prey was a ...pretty...boy?

"Chest wound?" Kit blinked in confusion. Karya sighed, blushing.

"I'm a...girl..."

It was embarrassing. Defeated in her third tour after earning a living, Karya was at the mercy of a serpentine girl with scales, cute and fiery.

Kit snorted and burst into uproarious laughter.

"Ha ha ha ha ha! Just my luck! I confused you for a boy, all yelling and fighting like that!"

"Y-yeah..." Karya mumbled, face red. "Can I go? Take my purse, my armor. You girls want boys, right?" She fiddled nervously, squirming under her. She knew a bit about mamono.

"Nonsense." Kit grinned. "You are mine now, and we make use of girls too." She laughed, producing some ropes. Karla's heart wrenched.

"You are my captive, and you are now mine. Give me your wrists." Her gaze showed it was no joke, a cocky smile that was on a cute face, licking her lips. Her smile was still polite, but it was clear that her tail would choke Karya if she tried anything funny.

Her heart froze. What did monstergirls do to women they took? What would happen? Her stomach in knots, Karya sighed and extended her hands, sniffled, giving her wrists to be bound. Expertly, the lizard girl pulled them behind the girl's back, looped the ropes and tied them without too much discomfort. With a satisfied grunt, now the sounds of battle far away, Kit made her prey stand up, making another rope loop around her waist and back, stripping her trousers.

Fixing the human's folded armor, belongings, and purse to the rope harness: she would carry her items, and the lizardgirl's as a porter...servant, Karya felt. She had heard Monster girls made their captives to that, before ransoming them over the border buck naked, or keeping them if the church or the state or their families didn't do that, as a prime source of men and servant women.

And Karya had no one to cover for her.

"Hey." With a smirk, Kit pinched her as she tied her up expertly. "We won't mistreat you or anything. I think you'll get along with my mom."

"You're living with your mom? Oh, God." Kit was a family girl, all traditional and prim and proper who had captured her. A raider who lived with her mom, the joke of all universes...Tying Karya in her underwear.

"What? The family is all. You've got someone to pay for you? Relatives? I'll tell the Bailiff if they can ransom you." Kit kept tying her supplies, bundling half of it to Karya's bondage harness and tying her arms in front of her. "There."

Karya shook her head. "Lescatian border guard recruits the gutter." She was right, it was the lowest of the humanity as a way of population and social class control.

"Too bad. Unless a charitable Fraterni Caritas priest comes along, you are mine." Kit declared victoriously, pulling her by the wrists behind her. "Follow me." So the lizard girl set off, her weapons and armor tied on her back, her items carried by her new captive.

Karya kept walking, hands bound like a slave, following Kit to her new home, in bondage. A captive, she was, head full of worries and a strange, fey feeling that was close to excitement.

She followed the lizard girl with a sigh, in her strange rope bondage and only wearing her panties and a bra. The Lizard Girl was beautiful, amber eyes in a perfect human face adorned by scales, on her limbs, face, and arms. Her ass was curvy, carrying a powerful tail with a steel guard at the tip for fighting, her claws walking effortlessly without shoes. Her gait swayed, her ass sexily swaying with her tail as she walked home.

Karya looked up. How would her life be now?

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The lizard led her captive in her underwear back home, tied up behind her.

Kit was friendly on the way even as she held her leash like keeping a slave or a pet (which she was), offering her water after some time, taking some for herself and draining the flask throughout the journey. Karya felt that the lizard girl was quite interested in her, at least, in her company and appearance, but the strange, scaly girl captor of hers was quiet.

After a while, Karya saw the light of homes in a walled village where monster girls wandered and went about their business. She would see the settlement of the enemy for the first time, as a captive in binds. How would the monsters regard her? Enmity? Ridicule?

None of that.

A minotaur farmer girl, carrying a heavy bundle of cut wood on her back, waved a greeting at Kit...and surprisingly, at her, as she was led with her wrists bound, in sweaty clothes. She had curved horns on her otherwise human forehead, with bovine legs and hooves and a swishing tail

"Hi!"

Kit waved at her. "Hey, Mika! I got myself something exotic from the front!" Karya's heart beat fast: *she* was the exotic little gift literally taken from a skirmish and now taken to monstergirl town.

"Yeah, are you into girls or something?" Mika, the minotaur, bundled the planks on her back as if they were lightweights as she kept her pace with them.

"Nah, she turned out to be a boy." She tugged Karya's neck leash a little, making her shudder...not in discomfort, but in a queer feeling of excitement.

The minotaur giggled. "Too bad! Next time grab a boy! So you're gonna keep her or sell her?" Karya's heart wrenched. Would this girl give her to more evil monster women who would torment her or mistreat her? She had heard vampire girls kept maids for their blood and molested them all the time...

Part of Karya's heartfelt not fear, but the thrill, however.

"Don't know. Maybe a maid, mom was asking for housework."

Kit led Karya gently by the shoulder when she felt the human girl was exhausted, and simply frozen from fear and excitement. "I know you are tired. Home's just ahead."

"What's going to happen to me?" Karya asked with a tone of fear, worried. What she remembered and what she heard made her worry like no one's business.

"Maid, I guess. Mom could use someone with the housework as I work in the army longer."

"Oh." Karya relaxed a little, Kit smiling at her and stopping. She extended a claw, touching her face.

"We won't beat you or anything, you live and eat with us as family. We aren't dark elves." She smiled, her own scales steaming from exertion. "But, if you are really scared of me, or are put off by my features..." She pointed to her lizardlike scales and clawed ends. "I'll give you a choice. I will sell you to a monster lady of your preference, or to the Dark Elves next village if you are...real submissive..." She smiled..."I sold an adventurer girl who didn't complain, so I don't judge your kind." The lizard girl took a swig from her flask.

"Laws of Spoils of war, you are mine to keep or sell. But you get to have a few choices. What will it be?"

Karya simply looked at her in surprise and shock but kept quiet. She shook her head. "You don't look..."

"Monstrous?" Kit chuckled, pleased with her response. "Come. I'm exhausted and hungry."

"Kit?" An older voice echoed from a small, beautiful house when they walked home.

Ssra, her mother was watering the garden as she noticed Kit leading a tied human behind her. She had earned something with her sword at least: though Ssra wouldn't mind loot alone.

"How was your day, my little dragon? Brought some pretty boy home?" Her mother, Karya noted, a bigger lizard girl with more homely features, was dressed in white, fluffy peasant clothes.

"Well, about that, mom...I managed to capture the only girl in the army." That made Ssra chuckle and laugh looking at the tomboy who could pass for a handsome boy.

"Well, she *does* look like a boy!" Ssra regarded Karya with a grin, looking her up and down. "Haircut and no chest, what did the humans do to you, girl? No Succubus potions to get a decent curve?"

"No!" Karya indignantly replied. "Any demon energy goods is contraband!" Ssra nodded, shearing the flowers with a claw.

"Figures. Oh well, looks like I have a housemaid. Why don't you both get a bath and we talk about your chores over dinner?"

Karya realized her life with calm and dignity. Maybe it won't be so bad... Kit unloaded Karya's burden and her own at the entrance, and with a flash, stripped naked in front of her mother and Karya.
"What the?" Karya blinked, squirming, hands bound. Monster girls were weird. Kit and Ssra laughed it off, pulling her sweaty clothes as Karya protested.

"Hey!" Both women were around her, pushing and squeezing her butt, her legs and belly for health and firmness.

"This is the Reik, sweetie, we don't wear clothes much, in summer especially. You'll see many human women going nude to work, especially if they are slaves." They stripped her shirt and bandages, freeing Karya's small breasts as she yelped. She now saw it as well next door, as a naked human woman with a collar around her neck, wearing a straw hat but otherwise nude, was tilling the nearby field, as Weresheep and Minotaur girls, wearing nothing either, sang and worked alongside more naked human women with collars and nothing else on their pale, beautiful bodies, each working happily alongside their monster owners. The woman smiled at Karya, her naked breasts swinging, dripping with sweat as the cleaned the soil, her feet and legs dirty. Karya could see that her crotch was shaven clean, and her right ass cheek was tattooed with the word "farm slave".

"Come on, pants off!" Before Karya could stop, they cut her flimsy trousers and army panties off, cutting her wrist bonds as Karya covered her breasts and crotch. Both just blinked at the naked girl who was beet red.

"What's wrong? Come on, get inside, bath's in the back and I just made it ready for both of you!" Ssra patted Karya 's head and kissed her cheek. "Welcome to my household."

Kit pulled Karya by the arm. "Let's bathe. I'm famished and dirty." Holding the flailing naked girl in her arms, she went to the bath, a steaming depression in the backyard, a small brick pool with water bubbling pleasantly. Lit by magical flowers, it looked serene, calming Karya after the day's rush and trauma.

Ignoring Karya's protests, she pushed her in and joined herself. Karya was like a boy, skinny, and her body filling out was quite androgynous with a round but small ass, legs that did not have a feminine curve, Kit noted.

Her captive, still ashamed, quickly sank down and covered herself, Kit shrugging and taking some scented soap and handing it to her. The human girl accepted gratefully and started scrubbing her face.

"You got to work on that prudishness." Kit chided her. "Nudity isn't a concern here. Most monster girls don't even bother with clothes. Why should humans do any different?"

Karya was silent, scrubbing her arms with a sigh.

"You'll learn that naturism sometimes frees the soul."

Karya raised a brow. "Like the slaves in the farm?" Kit shrugged.

"They can wear aplenty if they like. It's a bitch to clean clothes after farm work though. I mean, free women here sometimes go nude, slaves and servants wear more if they like. What you earn in your spare time is yours to spend, and if you *really* want to wear, I just don't care as long as you work around the house. You live with us now." Kit smiled.

"Just...work?" Karya probed as she passed the soap, which Kit accepted gladly.

"I guess I need to fill you in quickly. Well, what do you know of monster girls? Our sustenance? Food?" Karya shrugged, shaking her head.

"We need human men, though human women's presence will do. Human essence, life, semen, blood, sweat, is what makes us live. There are monster girls dying without it. Vampires die if they go without it."

Karya kept listening, now conflicted.

"So even you staying with us nourishes mom and me, well...until I can find a boy..."

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The bath was fun.

Bit by bit as they bathed, Kit explained everything from customs to their life.

"So yeah, even a live-in human of any gender sustains us barely. Stay close to us and we'll get the life energy from your breath."

That struck a chord with Karya.

"I think I understand now."

Kit nodded, smiling. "I'm glad. You are my property and servant...we'll see what happens in the future." She moved to kiss Karya, who, freezing, accepted the peck on her cheek with a neutral gaze.

As they scrubbed themselves, Kit stood up and handed her a big towel out of courtesy. It felt the right thing to do to her new prudish human.

"You can cover yourself if you like. There are spare clothes, let's eat."

Karya looked at the towel and looked up. Maybe...

...Maybe this new life would be better, as a servant to a monster girl keeper. She smelled fresh meat and spices, her mouth watering. When she went to dress up in Kit's room, she was already dressed in a shirt and shorts in the summer air. Kit smiled and even set a curtain so Karya could dress in privacy, understanding her. As Karya put her clothes on, she found herself smiling back.

Then her stomach gurgled loudly, making Kit giggle.

"Let's eat. You look like a starving hatchling."

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Ssra had set plates for all three, playing the perfect host for today. Of course, Karya knew, from now on, she would work the kitchen as well. But today, Ssra felt, it cost nothing to be nice from a human snatched from her people.

She even felt like treating the human as another daughter, hoping she came around and didn't try any silly escapes. Hellhound police were a bit...overzealous.

And horny. Karya would not walk straight for a month if horny hellhound girls would work her over with their fiery tongues... Ssra and Kit smiled to themselves, each thinking the same thing.

But then, she would drown in pleasure. Who knows, Ssra hadn't experimented with human girls a long time. Maybe...

Karya sat shyly, waiting for them to start eating. Ssra grinned when she heard another gurgle from Karya's stomach, the boyish girl looking already starved.

"Come on, dig in!" And all three started eating hungrily as Ssra motioned to eat.

Karya's mouth watered. The steaks were delicious beef, seasoned with weird mamono spices that made...her...hungry and hot despite the food. The noodles on the side could feed her by itself, and Karya almost squealed with delight when Ssra plopped down a generous helping of herbal yogurt mix on the noodles. More nutrition.

Both lizard women watched her eat ravenously, Ssra mumbling.

"They sure starved you there, sweetie."

"I'm telling you mom, not my fault. She looked boyish, all hips and legs starved. Even in the bath, she looked like a scrawny boy."

"Well, I can always use a hand in the kitchen when I'm working my carvings. Plus the furniture gets scratched by our claws." Karya listened what chores they planned for her, green scales flashing as both reptilian girls ate and talked, beautiful bodies glowing in the night's moonlight filling the living room, amplified by magic flowers inside the house, glowing at night. It was exotic and beautiful.

"She can earn what she likes at weekends." Kit conceded.

"Have you decided on a freedom price dear?" Ssra asked her daughter, the lizard girl shrugging as she scarfed down her steak.

"No, and I'm not calling a dark elf to poke and push her naked and write down some obscene amount. We decide what happens. Their slavers have no jurisdiction for me." Kit proudly declared pointing at her sword. "We are lizardfolk and we do not bow to ebon sluts with big butts and potato addictions!"

Suddenly, Karya found herself smiling. These did care for her in some way. She asked gingerly.

"What's with potatoes?" The new plant overseas was a record hit amongst elves.

"Well, dark and light elves are addicted to it and put on weight. It's a human superweapon I say!" Ssra, the motherly lizardwoman laughed, filling Karya's glass with red wine. "Now all dark elves have big butts and tits and look like cute plush toys for human men to love!"

Kit chuckled. "Undisciplined slaving swine. I train every day and earn my humans and loot by the muscle and sword, not by throngs of slaves working for me as I munch potato fries on my porch!"

"One or two doesn't hurt though." Ssra laughed, poking Karya with her lizard tail, who smiled uneasily, remembering her new position.

"Red wine..."

It was a luxury for her. The flush on her cheeks told her so.

"So, maybe Karya and I can wash the dishes while you get your bedroom ready, Kit?" Ssra nursed a cup of wine, as Karya remembered her work had begun. Uneasily standing, the human joined the motherly lizard woman in taking the dishes to wash, as Kit stood, nodded, and went upstairs again.

Ssra was kind, not pushing Karya too hard, and even helping her how to clean specific stains.

It didn't feel too humiliating. After all, Karya often washed dishes in the barracks, which, after a few probing questions, told Ssra, the motherly lizard woman talking about her, and her own life as well.

"So when Travis died, my daughter and I lived in the house we bought. I carve wood figures, she works in the army. It's a living." Ssra told her as both cleaned the dishes and the table.

"Well I was a street orphan, stole, fought, until I realized the guards would kill me or gangrape me if they found what I was. So I took a boy's disguise and enlisted: This particular kingdom of the Lescatian Empire doesn't take girls in the army."

"So sad. What humans they can't take care, they should send here." Ssra frowned, wiping the last plate clean. "We need boys...and girls for maids."

"In a sense they do. Your people...ahem...took all the boys when we fought."

"Took?" Karya blinked, putting everything away. "Took where?"

"You know..." Kit rolled her eyes, tired to explain, but giggled when Ssra winked and looped a finger, poking through it with her other hand.

Both women started laughing and giggling.

"We call it Speed War-Dating!" Ssra cackled, roaring with laughter as Kit trundled down.

"What did I miss?"

"Your new servant can't say "fuck." Ssra chuckled, ruffling Karya's head as the tomboy smiled to herself looking down.

"She'll learn. We are pretty easy here. Well, let's sleep, we'll talk more tomorrow, Karya." Kit beckoned her. "I'll show you the bedroom." Ssra pulled Karya to her arms and kissed her on the cheek.

"Good night."

Karya found herself smiling back, hesitant. "Same to you...mistress?" Ssra groaned and waved her hand.

"Call me Ssra. None of that "Mistress" dark elf bilge here. Ma'am will do if we are in the monster company."

Karya felt relaxed. This would be good.

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The bedroom was comfy, Kit quickly stripping and beckoning Karya inside, her lizard curves a far cry from Karya's boyish body.

"Come! We sleep naked!"

She pulled Karya to her arms, hugging her. She felt cool, being a lizard blooded species, Karya found out as their bodies became intertwined.

"Humans are the best for cuddling! I love warm-blooded mammals!"

Karya smiled, looking into Kit's eyes. "Bedwarmer huh?" Her face had a bit of interest and amusement.

"Yup!"

The lizard hugged her naked frame, her cool, cold-blooded body shivering when she felt the naked girl's hot skin against her.

"Mmm... I love hot-blooded girls...Not many warm monster girls who don't mind our beds, y'know..." She had embraced Karya as she was lying sleepy, her hands wandering on her nude flesh.

Honestly, Karya started feeling warm, her hands warming in tandem with her heartbeats. The monster girl was friendly and was quite... Intimate.

After a few minutes of warming caresses, she went further. Looking in Karya's eyes, she leaned and gave her a peck on the nose.

She could not help but shudder.

"Trophy huh?" Karya whispered, looking into Kit's friendly, amber eyes. The lizard girl smiled, tightly hugging her, in a low voice.

"The very best trophy, the human I defeated."

That's when Kit leaned and gave Karya a big kiss on her lips.

She didn't resist, shuddering when their lips touched, a soft tongue licking her lips with soft smacks.

"Mmm..."

Karya moaned in her mouth when Kit kept caressing her, holding her close to her chest. Wordlessly they made out, Kit whispering small things, cute promises of security in her ear.

"You are safe here..."

Kit suckled her little pink lips, her serpentine tongue tickling Karya's lips, giving her amazing feelings for the first time in her life.

But today, a little kiss and cuddle would be all. Kit knew not to push her. She knew that a bit of tenderness would go a long way.

Slowly she slowed, Karya slowly, gently falling asleep in her arms.

She wordlessly hugged the human captive, sleeping herself with her tail wrapped around them both.

*-*-*-*

Karya looked in the mirror, naked, watching herself, her naked breasts, and legs.

Kit had fondled her like a soft pillow and even flicked her small nipples in her sleep. It had felt quite...pleasurable...

And she liked it. Yet all good things ended, she woke up as Kit ruffled her head, pinched her bottom, and set off for the village garrison after giving her a kiss on her cheek.

Kit's neck was collared as a slave.

It wasn't bad, though it reminded her of her situation. A small, comfy leather collar was on her neck with her name on it, to identify her. Kit had insisted it was soft and comfortable, even though this meant she could tear it off and escape. Her mother had proposed a steel one, as it fit her steely gaze and tomboyish features, but Kit had the final say as the captor. Steel would be harsh to a meek human girl.

"Karya? Are you coming?" Ssra called from below. "Shopping time!"

"Coming ma'am!" She hurried down, her white skirt and shirt letting the cool wind tickle her skin. It wasn't her fault she was thinner than voluptuous lizard girls.

So she followed her owner and mistress...and her hostess, Kit's mother, to the marketplace to shop for the day. Servant of a house owner... It felt a bit decadent, but comforting with Ssra leading her not my a leash, but by an arm locked on hers, as the liberal monster girls of the village did unlike Dark Elves of the south.

"My life as a slave maid, day one..." She talked to herself quietly. This would be exciting.

*-*-*-*

"I'll never serve a fat noble!"

Karya's old declaration fleeing guards sounded so distant in her mind, serving a monster woman and carrying her groceries. It was like helping a mother she never had...A thought best repressed.

And that made her relax. She was just shopping with a loving stepmother. That's it.

Ssra followed her, led her by a small thin chain leash, though it was unnecessary. Wearing a white cotton skirt and a top which was tied tightly around her budding breasts, Karya gulped, following her as a servile human girl. When she realized virtually every monster lady led their servants by leashes, she felt easier. Ssra knowingly smiled at her and even pulled her close and took her arm.

"Listen. You are our maid. I won't use that word too much, "technically slave". But you shop with me and help an old lady with her chores. Do you understand?"

Karya nodded, holding her hand. She held back, still holding her leash playfully.

One human woman she thought she knew was captured as well, though the way she walked naked behind her succubus captor did not show discomfort. Her slender body for all to see, the woman smiled at Karya and greeted her before walking without covering any part of her body, carrying a backpack for groceries, and more bags in her arms, her soft, white ass and large, milky white breasts swinging with every step.

Karya saw that her pussy was quite wet with her succubus whom herself wore little more than a thong and a bra. The succubus chatted with her naked human slave happily as they went home.

The town was cute. The architecture was similar to that of goblins, pastel colors and round shaped like the magical little blue gnomes of Frankia, everyone traded in the marketplace as equals. Since not many dark elves were present in the village, there weren't any embarrassing slave stalls, and for that, Karya was grateful: her new life already was a big change enough for her. What the local mamono caught lived with them as servants, and that was that. Most servants wore enough, the occasional lusty or submissive woman going au naturel, with no one even batting an eye when a naked human woman worked at a blacksmith shop and traded with another naked human woman, who in turn, happily chatted with her well-dressed friend, both carrying collars.

Naturism seemed to be accepted here.

"Karya, hand me the purse dear."

"Yes, Ma'am." Karya unhooked the little bag and handed it to the mother lizard's claws as she bought another bag of rice.

"Hold this...and that..." She loaded the fruits and rice on her backpack, Karya's arms full. "I got a discount today!"

"She is your new human?" An Arachne grocer, a white-haired monster woman with many eyes and limbs webbed the fruits into a handbag and handed it to Karya, as Ssra shrugged.

"Eh, someone my daughter caught in a skirmish. I could use a hand around the house." She extended to caress Karya's cheek, who shuddered with pleasure.

"Bet you do. I have caught my hubby like that." The Arachne motioned to a man working in the back who smiled and turned, handed a green apple to Karya with a smile and a chitinous hand. "On the house."

"Thanks." Karya smiled and nodded. It was crisp, invigorating for her. Leisurely she watched a group of pale, nude women carrying a bale of wheat on their backs to a large mill with silken sails, its owner another human woman and strangely, her husband. As they piled the wheat stalks to a room, the woman rolled her eyes and nudged her husband, who chuckled and got back to work.

"I know why you like to work in the day when they deliver the wheat! What am I here for?!" She growled, sighing and working with her host and landlady, a tall minotaur woman who lazily chewed on a wheat stalk, clearly not comprehending why humans fought over sexuality and mates to hard. Her abs gleamed with sweat as she single-handedly loaded sacks of flour to a cart for the bakery, hooves striking the stone pavement with every step

"Humans..."

The man laughed harder, the naked women joining along as they returned to the farm downhill, their asses swaying with every step, right cheeks inked with an elegant script saying "Slave", their empty backpacks draped by golden hair reaching to their backs. One giggled, pinching the other's bottom and copping a feel before the second one swatted her hand away and slapped hers hard instead.

Karya found it to be quite sexy.

*-*-*-*

Karya followed Ssra home, tired but feeling fulfilled as she carried her load. They had gone shopping and were ready for dinner.

"Well, what do you think we should cook?" Ssra tapped the kitchen table, deep in thought. Her lizard tail swayed sensually, the older mamono looking at her human servant and reminiscing about her earlier years.

Karya looked frail, yet strong, a typical human orphan who only had her wits to survive, being female to boot.

"I... don't know. We cooked what we had in the army..." Karya realized that she would work for real here now.

Both looked at the ingredients, quite the feast. "Stew?" Ssra looked pleased, nodding at the suggestion.

"Stew it is. I leave it to you, I need a bath dear." She stood up, going to change.

"Ulp."

Time to cook. She was given a job, and her host was busy bathing herself. Karya had to serve. Rolling up her sleeves, she got to work. Chopping vegetables, she set up a pot and poured salt, starting to cook like a good servant.

Karya tried to put her mind to work. She would work here, for monster girls. Cared for and sheltered, it would be an exciting life.

Perhaps being a slave to them wasn't too bad. And wearing loose, skimpy things made her feel...relaxed and aroused. A little skin was no problem here.

*-*-*-*

As Kayra kept cooking and setting the dinner table, she noticed footsteps and a visiting mamono entering the house with a flourish.

"Good evening Mai!"

"Evening Ssra! Is that your new human?"
Karya was serving food when she noticed a fox-tailed woman at the door, blinking. The visitor was an older lady who entered with grace, and her tails rested on Karya's head.

"She is cute! Where did Kit snag her?" She wore an opulent dress with tailholes.

"The front. Come in! We have tea! Karya, dear, can you bring us a cup?"

"Y-yes ma'am." Karya hurried for the pot, beet red under the Kitsune's gaze.

"A bit peckish and slender. They don't feed their militia well I suppose." The kitsune smiled at Karya as she served, face red. "Come sit with us!" She smiled, pulling Karya to her lap.

She had naught to do but obey, luckily the stew was off the fire.

Karya felt warm tails all around her body, hands caressing her hair. "Do you have a name?"

"Karya." She smiled, the kitsune smiling back, blue eyes glowing like jewels and hugging her.

"Is Ssra treating you well, dear?"

Karya nodded, gulping, Ssra smiling and surprisingly, laying a hand on her naked leg. Caressed by two women, Karya sighed and relaxed, even pulled to their laps like a kitten.

Both women chatted amiably, sipping coffee as they petted and caressed her. What Karya didn't expect was...as the Kitsune kept talking, she slowly inserted a hand under her skirt, and cupped her buttocks. Looking at Ssra, Karya found no interest. The lizard lady was herself warming her hands on Karya's belly

"So how're kids?"

"I had an incubus son! Can you imagine! The first in a century!" She wrapped Karya's legs in her tails and warming her lower body, was rubbing her ass.

Karya bit her lips, even leaning her hips on her hands. A smile from the Kitsune signaled that she realized, gently squeezing a buttock under her tail blanket. Face red, she buried her head on Ssra's thick thighs, sighing when the soft scaly leg felt like a cool pillow.

"Does he have the features of fox blood?"

"Just the eyes, and our endurance. It's a start. Empress Agrat works on reversing the Mamono Curse i believe." The Kitsune amiably snuggled, and even laid a kiss on Karya's neck. "You don't mind, do you, darling? Your warmth..." The fox lady snuggled, caressing Karya's ears. "It's custom for mamono slaves to be enjoyed. And since you are a girl..." She was rubbing Karya's feet as she lay supine between two monster ladies using her as a pillow between them. "...We get nourished by your presence. Just relax in our arms, would you?"

Sighing and smiling, Karya turned her head. It was VERY pleasant. So much...All she had to do was relax. It was a life better than the military. Caressed and loved, pet and warmed...

"I guess...It's...Good." Karya sighed, relaxing.

"Just relax." Ssra smiled, hugging Karya's upper body and ruffling her hair. "We enjoy girls' company like this just as right."

"I wish she was a boy though. I haven't milked a cock on my laps for a century!" Mai giggled. "They called me mommy when I nursed then while jerking their young boy hormones... All big boys would call me mommy..." The kitsune laughed. "Boys pop aplenty when Ssra and I would double team them the day they came, all rebellious..." She chuckled. "After milking, not one wanted to escape..."

"Ah, those days when we popped boys like champagne..." Ssra sighed.

Karya closed her eyes, relaxing as two monster women massaged her, caressed and made her relax. As time passed, they chatted about how life was, and how the Kitsune's children grew up.

"I hope you marry again someday Ssra... Maybe get a boy. Mine's SO into fluffy tails though! I think the little scamp will grow up to marry a Hellhound. You should see him play with hellpups in the Kindergarten!"

Even Karya felt it to be very cute. Still, as the Fox lady kept caressing her buttocks, Karya realized she was trying to strip off her panties and skirt.

A look and nod from Ssra made her wiggle, allowing the Kitsune to strip her bottom bare, as Ssra likewise slowly untied her top, leaving Karya naked on their laps, on her belly like a kitten. The Kitsune was caressing her back, massaging her shoulders.

"Putting the poor thing to work so soon? When I heard Kit brought a new slave, I thought she was going to be her concubine!"

Karya gulped, the Kitsune's soft, slender hands spread her legs. And they were clearly going to her unshaven crotch, slowly teasing her thighs which felt quite warm and damp.

"Well, humans work and are used for sex. No need not to share beds with us. She sleeps with Kit. Turn over, dear." Ssra commanded, as Karya, heart beating, complied, leaving her breasts and crotch bare, on her back like a prized pet.

She closed her eyes and sighed as hands caressed her nipples. "Kind of young..." Ssra was fondling her breasts like a pair of softballs, Karya breathing harder as her body was openly being massaged and fondled.

"Those legs..." Kitsune squeezed and massaged her muscles, emitting waves of pain. "Relax! Of course, it will hurt. You are very tense. We will make you relax."

"True." Ssra nodded. "This is not just erotic. Mai is an expert on Shiatsu. Just relax." She smiled at Karya. "Being our property has its perks. No longer fighting or fearing death. We feed you, shelter you and..." She rubbed Karya's temples, smiling. "...In return, you are our maid."

"Yes..." Karya had a heartfelt approval.

"Now...raise your soles please..." Mai the Kitsune pressed her thumbs on Karya's soles, rubbing and making her shudder. Rubbing, she felt Karya's tense muscles relax. Eyes closed, the human moaned when both women massaged her, breathing her scent in.

"This...feeds us..." They commented, filling their tea from the teapot with Karya lying on her back, exposed. They talked, caressing her and massaging her body, the Kitsune's palm gently resting on Karya's crotch. The feeling was comforting, Karya not even opening her eyes when the fox woman started to softly cup and squeeze between Karya's spread legs.

"Are you a virgin, Karya?"

Her eyes shot open. "Y-yeah."

The fox woman smiled. "We ought to correct that... Kit should take you to a night festival. All the comfort boys you can get...Or are you into girls?" Karya realized her hands slowly probed her virginity, and another playful hand crept lower, slowly teasing her puckered, clenched pink rosebud.

"I..."

Both women looked as Karya tried to answer, her face twisting and giving a moan of pleasure. "Ahh!"

"Both, I believe. Ssra, her little flower garden is wet as October! My, my!" The playful kitsune now was openly inserting a finger with a wet schlick. Looking at Ssra in panic, Karya blinked when Ssra smiled and winked, pinching her breasts. This had gone from a massage to a sexual massage already.

All Karya had to do was to enjoy. She let out a lewd moan without caring for the consequences, letting loose. Life in the army was hard enough: Karya had been a tomboy, living a double life all her existence. What were the rewards? Nothing. Now she could enjoy, relax, and enjoy the fruits of her...

"She deserves a little treat for her obedience, I think." Ssra smiled at Mai. "I think we should pay her a little hospitality of our own."

"But of course." Mai smiled, kissing Karya's belly. "Relax, little one."

Karya was on clouds when Mai slowly separated her pink vaginal lips and inserted two fingers, her eyes rolling. Mai chuckled, gently caressing her with her soft tails as she started pumping her fingers, taking extra care for her hymen. Karya didn't even resist when Ssra pulled her for a kiss, playing with her breasts.

Karya kept breathing faster as fingers pumped inside, claws tickled her belly and armpits, moaning and giggling, gasping as two women molested her. It was an amazing experience, receiving a sexual massage from two older women who used her as a toy.

Her moans rose, and Ssra nodded with approval with Miki gently massaging the little fragrant triangle in her hands, her fingers squeezing and pinching Karya's clitoris.

She felt like a bomb going off in her chest when her little button was squeezed.

"I..." Karya gasped harder when Mai slapped her pussy lips and kept flicking her engorged red button.

"I'm..." She moaned louder when Ssra started pinching her breasts harder, Mai showering her belly with kisses, her delicate hands masturbating the human girl with expertise.

"I'M...COMING!" Karya screamed, convulsing helplessly in the fox woman's arms, thrashing as Ssra kept her tight, caressing and whispering in her ear.

"Ssh...let it out. Let it out..."

Karya let out small keening screams, thrashing under two pair of hands.

"How did it feel?"

Karya started sobbing, crying. "I..."

"Yes?"

Karya sobbed, sighing...As two monster women stared at her, waiting for something. As minutes passed, Karya squealed in catharsis, hugging the Kitsune's fluffy fox tails.

"It felt so GOOD!"

Mai and Ssra hugged her gently, warming her.

"We are so happy you enjoyed it...Let it out..." Mai smiled, staring at Karya's tearful face. Karya leaned for a kiss, whispering quiet "Thank you"'s in her ear.

They showered her with kisses as she sobbed happily, relaxing. The kitsune regally stood up and led them to the kitchen.

"Let's eat dear. Wash up if you want. Ssra wants you happy here."

As Karya stood naked, her slender, white skin gleaming with sweat, she spoke with confidence.

"I know, miss. I know."

*-*-*-*

Karya had barely recovered from the double-teamed sexual massage, fixing her clothes and panting for air, enjoying the tea after washing dishes...when she heard hooves and the trundling of a wheel.

The vehicle Kit returned was a most interesting one.

It was a cart...pulled by women. The driver, a snappy dressed little goblin girl was driving a cart pulled by a trio of naked women. Each was gagged, harnessed like a horse and tied to the cart with chains, legs clad in leather boots. Karya gasped in shock when Kit politely paid her and bade her off. The goblin patted the girls on their buttocks, after which they left with clip-clop sounds of boots, the naked girls running off in perfect harmony.

Karya's heartbeats rose again.

"Hey Ma' I caught a ponygirl taxi the way home!" Karya just stared at the red buttocks of the three girls disappearing on the horizon, regular lashes landing on their asses.

Ponygirl taxi, huh? Karya mused, serving tea, her hands shaking. Kit took the cup with a smile, caressing her cheek. "Hey Karya."

"Hello Kit."

She kissed her on the lips without any reservation and handed her cloak, moving inside. Part ignored, and part liked, Karya followed her docilely to hang her cloak.

"What's for dinner?" Kit casually asked as she washed her hands, and sat down for dinner.

"Stew...mistr...Kit." Karya kept a straight face as she stood at Kit's side like a good maid. The lizard girl reached and hugged her waist.

"Oh! Nice! You have gotten used to housework!"

Karya nodded, face beet red. The heat made Kit realized her mother must have been busy with her. Smiling, she gestured. "One for me, one for you. Please, eat with me. No kneeling at my side or anything."

That Karya did appreciate. The meal went nicely, with a shot of red wine and some whiskey lizard girls loved, stew with potatoes and rice. Occasionally Kit even spoon-fed Karya some of her food as a gesture, hugging her close. "How was your day?"

Karya appreciated the little gestures, her head resting on Kit's shoulder.

"Your mother took me shopping, I cooked...that's it..."

"That's it?"

Kit raised a brow, looking at her. "Just...it?" She winked, patting her leg. "I saw Mai and mom in the market chattering about you..."

Karya's face flared deep red, defying human blood vessels! Kit burst into laughter, winking at Karya as she squirmed.

"Oh..."

"No shame. As I said, enjoy sex here, however it comes." She hugged Karya, caressing her head. "The food was delicious. Thank you. When I was in the garrison, I was talking about whether to sell you to some other mamono, or a cute weresheep farm if you weren't fitting in: they love farm girls to shear them! But I knew I caught myself someone dutiful. Someone loving." Seeing Karya's shock as confusion, she went on thoughtlessly: "Or there is a human brothel I can sell you to if you like men. We even send monster girls for the clientele."

Karya's eyes widened, gasping in surprise, her black hair wet with sweat and licking her lips.

"It's alright. I knew you enjoyed your time here. Why else would mother leave you alone trusting? Usually...well, slaves are tied up tightly when we leave for the day. My father was at least, for a few days." She giggled.

Karya's heart lightened. They *did* like her and trust her.

"I know I did the right choice capturing you, Karya." Kit smiled, her fangs gleaming, her curvy, beautiful body leaning close to Karya's chair. "I had my eye on you the moment we clashed. You were fiery but knew when to fold. So I chased you through the woods, saying. "This one should be mine."

Karya's eyes grew. "What do you..."

"I like you." Kit pulled her close. "I think we will go along nicely."

Karya's lips trembled, her voice taking a serious tone. This lizard girl, beautiful, her lovely human face full of lust, was serious.

"Look. I know you did take me, and I don't hold it against you...Just...speaking of...I don't know."

Kit wordlessly pulled her for a kiss, Karya exhaling in her mouth as their teeth bumped, lips devouring each other. "Mmm..."

Karya exhaled faster when Kit took off her top and leaning, kissed, and licked her budding breasts... "Kit...the table..." She whispered, hurrying to clean up the empty dishes even as Kit hugged her tight and kissed her neck.

"I like you Karya. I want you to feel happy here. If not by us, then by someone who would buy you from me. You are still property, but that doesn't hurt to be happy here. I can sell you to another monster species if you wanted...now...come here."

Karya kept kissing her on her own, silencing her voice. Kit, the lizard girl breathed in hard, and lifted her to her lap, caressing her ass as they made out on the dining chair. Wordlessly they kissed in loud smacks and slurps, tasting each other's tongues.

"Upstairs. Let's just..." Kit gasped breathlessly, unwilling to speak more. She held the human in her arms, her eyes gleaming with love, her arms about to lift her human plaything in her arms to taste her skin, her smell, her body.

"Yes..."

Kit lifted Karya, and carried her in her arms like a bride, upstairs, to their bedroom. Karya's head swam, lost in thoughts. In two days after the battle, she was in a warrior cute lizardgirl's arms who could be mistaken for human. And now they were about to make love.

No sex, but love.

And Karya's mind felt so right, so fitting to love one. They were gentle once you get to know them.

Kit gently stripped Karya's garments, and slowly removed her armor, leaving both naked in the evening moonlight, facing each other. They kissed, hands on each other's buttocks, caressing and squeezing as they stood.

"I like you Karya. I really do..." Kit smiled, leaning to kiss her chest, her sternum, and belly. Leaning to the bedside, she filled a small glass of wine for each. Looking into her eyes, she kissed Karya deeply, not even taking her eyes off her.

"Can I use my tail in lieu of a man's...?"

The look on her face was a mix of lust, curiosity, and desperation, making the human remember about skin contact and "chi", the energy that mamono, the monster girls craved from men.

...

Karya blinked. "You want...To take me?"

Kit nodded eagerly, her green scales glowing like emeralds in the moon-and candlelight as they drank in silence at the suggestion, skin, and scales entwined.

The wine went like juice, Karya's blood pumping through her body when the lizard girl straddled her, spreading her legs and lined her tail gently between her legs like a penis.

Her heart began racing. Kit would take her virginity in bed. Stammering she hugged Kit, mumbling.

"I'm..."

"I'll be gentle." Kit smiled, thrusting the tip of her tail between Karya's exposed, wet pussy lips. "Tell me if it hurts, ok?"

"O...Oh-kay!" Karya whimpered when Kit started thrusting until she felt her hymen pushing back. Looking into the human's eyes, she pushed a bit, kissing her when Karya's eyes closed and she let out a moan. Pushing her tail, she felt her virginity slowly tear, a warm rush of blood felt on her tail.

"Ah!" Karya's scream sounded weak, biting her lips in a pitiful whimper.

"I-I'm going to move now..." Kit gasped, pushing her tail in and out of her snatch gently and pumping her hips, Karya moaning and shuddering under her as the bed creaked. Karya's first experience in sex would be with her captor and mistress, and she loved every moment of it.

Kit was gentle. Kit was loving. Her kisses did not hurt, her pinches did not sting. Her tail was gentle, filling between her legs as a penis Karya craved. Her legs on Kit's shoulders wrapped around her neck, Karya started to scream with every thrust.

Downstairs, Ssra giggled.

Kit kept taking her, the human's life force filling her veins like wildfire. Her thrusts became wilder and more erratic, her tail felt Karya's vaginal walls squeezing her as she pumped. Wailing, Karya squeezed and gave Kit's back a little scratch. The small sting made Kit even wilder, laughing, she kept fucking the girl under her with her tail, harder and faster.

Karya's breath became ragged when Kit kept at it, tiring, as a wave of orgasm started rising from her spine to her chest.

"Kit...I..."

"Karya...!" The lizard girl groaned, her body feeling a strange orgasm of her own: the mamono's tails being sensitive.

"KIT! I'm..."

"LOOK AT ME!" Kit pinched her breasts, pumping into the human. "Come with me!"

"Together...!" Karya screamed, her hips shuddering. "Oh god... OH, GOD!"

"OH GODDESS!" Kit screamed, both girls shuddering locked in sex.

Their orgasmic screams shook the house, Ssra giggling to herself.

"Girls..."

*-*-*-*

They cuddled asleep, Ssra snoring with a knowing smile downstairs. Their sounds of lovemaking had been intense, Karya nicely broken-in for their household.

"What was the cart you came with?"

Karya thought of asking nothing else.

"Oh? Ponygirl cart?" Kit blinked sleepily with a smile. "It's an exotic form of transport. Most submissive, kinky slaves are used like that. Mostly female, since males are needed for sex. Do you like it? Would you like to be one?"

"WHAT?" Karya stood up with alarm.

Kit's wink and smile told as much. Karya's nipples had stood up, her face red.

"You dooo~" She cuddled Karya who just chuckled.

"I...I don't know. They looked so restrained." Karya laid back, sipping wine, her body lost still sore after losing her virginity. "I felt kind of bad."

"They love every moment of it. Some monster girls too. Especially when monster girl duchies fight each other for fun, they make losers into ponygirls."

Karya giggled. "You people love kink and sin, do you?"

Kit raised an eyebrow and her hands. "Guilty! It's fun! Some humans even volunteer because it's regulated and paid on their case. No centaurs ever did though, strange..." She sighed, looking up, scales glowing in the sunlight. "Good food, exercise, and good sex I am told. Traveling merchants are offered to use the girls' behinds anytime if they don't lay with monster girls for magical reasons. And they *do* get bred a lot before they retire with a lot of children."

Karya just gasped with a terrible realization. Once she knew of a girl who was a healer in the army. She disappeared in a skirmish, and after a few years came with a much more improved physique and with many daughters in tow. Her family quietly took her in, but she had lived alone, and disappeared with her children, again, to the west. Her body had welts and she was quite lusty to Karya's eyes, with a penchant for running for no reason and volunteering to carry cart loads under the disapproving gaze of village matrons.
She was tattooed on her asscheek, Karya remembered. It all fell into place now in her mind!

"Oh my..." She felt more and more feminine and defenseless in an extremely lewd Demon Kingdom. "Just curious."

"Of course. Wine?"

"Nah." Karya cuddled Kit close, smooching her face.

"Karya... I know it's early but, I want to ask something."

Not marriage, Karya hoped. She couldn't handle that.

"Since we get along, I was thinking of marking you further...for the security of course. Can we get you tattooed with my family name?" The lizard girl smiled kindly, looking at a tattoo shop pamphlet she had doubtlessly picked up back home.

Karya looked back, interested. "Oh? So that no one kidnaps me?"

"Of course. Or a wrong turn in a wrong place. So that they know whom you live with. You choose. Traditionally it's the right buttcheek but...I'll let you decide." She cuddled Karya close, kissing her cheek. "Somewhere openly seen, like the arm or maybe cheek. Buttocks too if you don't mind showing off your ass."

Karya brooded, worried.

"I'll make it sure it's beautiful. No simple magic stamp saying "SLAVE"..." That made Karya smile. "And if you...live with us, marry or...have a child from anyone...You could take our surname too."

Karya gulped. "Surname?"

"Yes, adopted into the family."

The human's lips trembled, her eyes quivering. A family. Kit slowly backed off, not wanting to put more into her mind than what was already there. Here was a perfect human toy, lover, servant and bondage pet.

Kit would enjoy every day of her life with her.

And Karya was offered a family.

"Of course, my surname and the initial letter will be alright now."

Karya quickly nodded, too drunk on dreams, a beautiful body in her arms and monster strength to protect her.

"Yeah...when?" She yawned.

"After noon?"

They cuddled wordlessly, Kit caressing her body, and feeling her softening skin. "Our demon energy treatment made you prettier, Karya. What say you, maybe you can earn some coin some day and I could pitch in for some succubus drafts? Potions to make you more...feminine."

Karya looked back without hostility. "Maybe. Will it grow my...chest?"

"Of course. You deserve the best. And you could look a bit...round." Kit winked. "Your bones tickle me sometime. You ought to eat properly."

They both burst into laughter. Kit smiled.

"My Karya deserves it."

My Karya.

The human kissed her cheek.

*-*-*-*

Karya had prepared a feast for the family. Bacon and eggs, and potato hash with coffee. Ssra and Kit had dug in rather well, Karya eating along with them.

"Thank you, Karya! I knew my daughter would pick well! Most delicious!"

Karya blushed. "Thank you, mistress." Ssra was pleased with her addressed, and cleaning her mouth, she kissed her cheek. "Sunday laziness?"

"I'll get her marked, mom." Kit speared an omelet, eyes gleaming. "Maybe buy some restraints, some accessories...And a new helm for me."

Karya blinked at "Restraints."

"My, my...playing with leather?"

"Maybe." Kit winked at Karya, her leg rubbing on the human's soft thigh under the table. Karya licked her lips. "Some shiny leather ankle cuffs to show she is kept, tattoo, and well...that."

"That." Ssra finished her food, lighting a kiseru with her fingernail.

"Mom! So early with smoking?" Kit rose in a flash of worry, making the woman sink in sorrow.

"Oh my dear, what else do I have?" Suddenly, the motherly lizardwoman looked quite sad, her face, long human by the time Agrat became empress, saddening. "A little glass once or twice and that..." Kit rolled her eyes.

"I promise to get boys, mom. They fought again, plenty of boys in the dark elves' hands."

Karya flinched, still not at ease with the idea.

"Don't worry. The boys will go like hotcakes. Dozens lining up for a husband, Karya. They'll be busy emptying their young, pent-up balls in us girls, day and night soon." Kit tomboyishly twirled a sword, grinning.

Karya coughed, almost choking on a crumb.

"Oops. Sorry. Maybe I'll get a friend of yours. Up to share a man with us, Karya?"

The human's gaze froze, her brain overloaded.

Ssra and Kit looked at her with interest.

"Well?"

...

Karya coughed louder.

"Coffee. Heh..." Kit grinned, filling a cup. "We mean it. If he was your superior, you can boss him around, even! Not wanna go to bed? Too bad, zap him with the aphrodisiac! Fuck my human three times or it's the floor, boy!"

Now THAT made Karya giggle, and finally, break down laughing. It was not a bad idea, after all, everyone joining in the laughter.

"Owning a man." Karya chuckled.

"It's the best thing in life, dear. I got my husband like that, stole him from a skirmish." Both lizardgirls assured her even as she cleaned up by herself, the good little maid now. A little kiseru and a glass of brandy later, Kit and Karya waved goodbye to a very satisfied lizard lady, enjoying the clean house, furniture mercifully without scratches. Karya had been thorough and fast.

*-*-*-*

"They are so happy together, and I have a maid slave now."

She looked up, at one little star still struggling against the dawn. Alone and warmed by sunlight, she closed her eyes, sitting in her lawn chair.

"If you were with us, husband..." She clasped her clawed hands, looking up. "I would share the human in our bed. Just to make you happy again."

Every silver lining also had a cloud as well, after all.

*-*-*-*

Meanwhile, the two, mistress and slave, friend and captor, human and monster, walked lazily to the village center.

Karya had been persuaded to wear less, this time something fit for a beach. She was still shy and ashamed and aroused as well. Kit had given her a bikini, something she found on a human beach when they raided a coastal town for seashells.

"No...captives?" Ana doubtfully asked. "No money?"

"Yup. Pink seashells are really valuable. You can dip them in Kraken ink and make cheap magic gems for holding spells! But yeah...a few beachgoers were...ahem...taken too." She rolled her eyes. "I had taken a human girl wearing this. She didn't miss it." She winked, Karya blushing.

"You..."

"Yup, lassoed her when she ran, stripped her naked, hogtied and took in my arms home. She was a good slave for some months until a Fraterni Caritas took her back to her family... I miss her." Kit sighed.

"I see." Karya was a bit less upset, sometimes feeling hot. What if she was the girl in Karya's ropes, taken home to serve. "You write to her or something?"

...

Kit blinked, stopping. "I...did...How did you even?"

Karya smiled, enjoying the sun on her bikini body. "You are sentimental. And there is ink, envelopes, and paper on your desk."

...

Kit nodded sagely. That human girl was *something* after all.

"Well...she is married. Gonna be hard. Maybe one day...when war is over..."

Karya walked, hips swaying in her small bikini, arm in arm, her collar without the leash.

"You win some, you lose some, eh?" She softly smiled at Kit.

"Shut up." Kit nudged her with a chuckle. "You belong to me at least. Hey, next time...how about a thong?" Seeing Karya blush, she added. "Maybe next month? I like my property to show off a little cute asscheek. Or beach when the season is in?"

"Maybe. Let's see the parlor." Karya smiled at the wondrous gifts and sights of the coastal village.

*-*-*-*

*-*-*-*

"Mona: The Place To Be Yourself."

Kit nudged Karya and pointed. "Here."

The tattoo parlor was a small brick building, a smiling, nude Dark Elf meeting them with open arms, and friendly handshakes. Karya saw the young girl was nothing like the stories. Some didn't fit the mold, she guessed.

"Hey there! You Kit's new slave, huh?" She shook Karya's hand with a friendly grip who just stared at her open-mouthed. "Surprised, human?"

"Honestly, yes." Karya nodded, eyes wide as plates. "Is this...real?"

Kit laughed herself hoarse. "She's something innit?"

The dark elf's hair was bundled in a topknot formed in the middle, a long ponytail braided in gold reaching to her ass. She was smoking a cigarette, completely naked going around her business. She was wearing absolutely nothing but tattoos and piercings. Her scalp was tattooed with a beautiful pattern with neon pink ink, her shoulders adorned with bright red and white flaming wing tattoo. Her arms each had a neon green dragon tattoo reaching to her hands. Her knuckles were sporting letters, reading "LOVE" and "CARE".

The dark elf's right side of her nose was pierced with a shining silver stud, her left lip with a shining diamond. Her pointy ears showed a dazzling array of shining earrings and gems, a gold chain reaching to her left side of her nose in a septum piercing.

Her nipples were studded with gleaming emerald studs, chained to each other. Her belly button had a delicious golden stud adorning her dark chocolate skin, with a dazzling pattern of lines and curves tattooed all around her body, ending between her legs with a sign of femininity above her little pussy, circled with a rose circle.

Her legs were tattooed with the same patterns, the lines converging above her asscheeks in an antler design. Karya giggled when the dark elf turned to show her ass courteously with a chuckle.

"Potato cushion" Read the tattoo above her ass cleft.

Karya could not help but laugh uproariously seeing the final tattoo, adoring the dark-chocolate elven body before her, tattooed and adorned to perfection.

"Sorry!"

"It's all right. My body is my canvas, human. I spent twenty years and a fortune for this outlook." Mona smiled, holding her hands. "Ready for your first step in mamono society as a slave?"

Gulping, Karya nodded. "Kit talked me into it." Mona just smiled, leading both inside.

"Well unlike my sisters I'm not big into slavery but someone needs to do the work when we are away. Plus security tattoo helps you. Anyone mistreating or abusing you gets the Hellhound Gendarmerie for an ID check. Now, ink or...?"

Kit shook her head. "No, Mona. She isn't into that."

"Into what?" Karya blinked, almost squeaking when she saw a what they meant rather than ink. Behind the entrance stood what seemed to be a branding iron set on the hot coals. It took Kit to calm her and avoid a misfortune.

"She doesn't do the unwilling!"

Karya had nearly panicked and attempted escape or worse, now standing with an angry expression and a sigh.

"You gave me a start!"

"Sorry." Kit looked sad. "I mean it! Ask her!" Mona nodded, smiling and taking a drag from a contraption on the hot coals, a weird metallic flask with a hose. "I use these mostly for my water pipe. But once in a while, a loyal slave, or a willing monster girl lover, wants a brand. I do it clean and efficient. They just pass out from the pain." She chuckled, laughing at her morbid wit. "Basic initial tats it is, eh?"

Both nodded, eager to get it over.

*-*-*-*

Agreeing on the price and color, Mona gently led Karya to a cot, slowly taking off her bikini bottom with a smile, seeing Karya wanted a tattoo on her neck and forearm. "Strip nude dear, Magoris ink heats the human body and you'll shower afterward unless you want to smell like a printing press."

"All right..." Karya was more at ease with nudity now, melting in Kit's assuring hands and slowly laid on her back, covering her crotch by instinct. A knowing gaze made her slowly remove her hands, Mona chuckling sweetly as her pointy ears wiggled, the gold jewelry stuck on them jingling.

"I love humans. So cute, and bashful."

Deftly she took a magical, vibrating needle and dipped it into a glowing flask.

"Usually mistresses tattoo the girls' asscheeks and boys' chests, but I guess you are prudish, huh?"

"Well..." Karya protested, hissing when the needle started to work on her skin.

The dark elf started inking her arm, her lizard...friend holding Karya's head down.

"Easy. I know. Well, you'll come around. You know what..." Mona expertly kept writing Kit's initial and the family name, Eidechse's first letter in a stylish E, clad in a light blue banner. "Usually they just stick a magic stamp, cheap work, and stamp your ass like a slave. Much more artful this way. You still get to express yourself no matter who you are."

She buzzed the needle expertly, shaping a beautiful banner with her art.

"I don't keep slaves. But I welcome those that want something good out of an awkward fate for some." Kit nodded at her words, watching a beautiful banner and initials appear on Karya's forearm, the stylish tattoo gently etched in her neck as well. "This stings a little. Easy."

Karya bit her lips. It didn't hurt but aroused her. Mona was a literal lightning on legs, the banner appearing as if by magic.

"Done! Property of Kit, House E. Short for Eidechse."

Kit was satisfied, holding a mirror for Karya. "Beautiful. And stylish, no shameful "SLAVE" sign."

The human had to admit. It was beautiful. "How long have you been doing this?" The dark was something out of this world, brazenly naked all the time, and etched like an artwork on legs.

"My second century. When Maou went full retard and treated all humans as food and torture slaves, I told my clan to fuck off and left them. Do you know my clan is extinct?"

"Oh?"

Mona nodded. "Spider clan. The very worst. The Crusaders killed them." Suddenly, she went quiet, perking up a moment after all. "Hey." Mona smiled. "Want something else?"

"Like?" Karya asked out of morbid curiosity.

"A peacock on your buttock, a shark on your belly, maybe something intimate? How about a heart tattoo above your little pink cli-"

Kit coughed. "I'm not paying a dime more. And she isn't volunteering for your art project."

Karya didn't say anything, but they sounded...intriguing. Maybe one day...

Mona laughed, allowing Karya to stand up and take a shower. "I told you it makes people sweat." After a short scrub, Karya in a bikini, and lazy clothes for Kit sauntered out, the smell of ink everywhere from the magic ink's strange side effect.

"She is a really crazy, but kind and cute crazy. You know she buys slaves and frees them after work or tattoo project for a discount?"

Karya nodded thoughtfully. "This is unlike anything in Lescatie's cold order. Unapproved tattoos get you flogged, or worse. Exiled for "monsterish designs" Even Kit was disgusted at that remark, stopping on their new shopping trip.

"...the fuck?"

"Yeah." Karya felt relaxed. She was marked as a slave, but with care. And the tattoo looked like a bracelet in her arm, circled with a chain to mark her status as a slave. "Um...restraints, you said."

...

"Heh heh heh..." Kit laughed as she led her to shop...

*-*-*-*

Kit was grinning as they walked Karya's soft, pink slippers making no noise next to Kit's clawed feet. She was holding Karya's hand like a friend, at ease, her scaled hand gently grasping Karya's soft, delicate human hand.

"Karya...I have taken you as my property, but we care for each other and are more or less...well...partners, and my mother really likes you. Is that clear?" She threw a side glance at Ana, who nodded with confidence.

"Yes."

"I want to use you a little for my fun. You have no say in this technically, but I hear no refusal." She was playing with her purse. "So I decided to buy a little bondage harness, for two reasons. Reason one." She stopped to buy a glass of cool lemonade for both, from a tiny mouse girl who worked a stall twice her size.

"You must be restrained when some higher up visits or I have to take you to a campaign as my aide. Sorry, rules." That Karya understood with a heavy heart. "You must understand that when we move army camps, human girls tend to do the carrying, sometimes with ponygirl harnesses or cuffs. I can keep you at home happy as a jay with my family but...sometimes we don't just fight humans. Sometimes we patrol for old Demon War entities or do parades, show off our slaves in parades to other monster girls to boost recruitment for the army. You know, "see the pretties we caught and stuff..." She would always devolve into informal Common Tongue quips.

Karya gulped. "I'd like you to come with me, enjoy a little outside and...maybe you'd like that?" She smiled knowingly.

Ana's heart beat fast. "Paraded as bondage trophies?" Her face was pale, her legs shook.

"Yes. Wearing some Lescatian armor, arm in arm, or simply naked and in chains"

The human gulped, swallowing hard. "Holy...really? But...why?"

Kit grinned. "It's fun. You get the attention of the crowd and feel crazy hot! Even us monster girls! Flowers, kisses, and invitations! You get to be famous, and it's crazy kinky fun! If Empress Agrat is visiting, she ceremonially frees all the slaves and gives them kisses and handouts for "Empress' Mercy"..." She trailed off, a bit worried she would lose Karya afterward...Kit bit her lips, a bit hesitating to speak more.

Karya knew that look. But this wouldn' be a thriller, she would quash the worries at the source.

She wordlessly hugged Kit. "Maybe. I'll be with you...Since the Empress will be...about?"

Kit's relief could light up the sky.

"YOU WILL! OH, WE WILL HAVE SO MUCH FUN! MUCH MORE THAN THE POTATO MUNCHING DARK ELF SLUTS! Trust me! It will be amazing!"

The Lizard girl's scales tickled Karya, who giggled and pushed her. "Let's see what you'll buy for me."

*-*-*-*

The Bondage Shop was, strangely, a very prim and proper establishment, with a tall, well-dressed monster lady, a silvery-haired, beautiful, pale white snake-woman deeply bowing when the couple entered.

"Welcome to the Asuka Ryu's Merciful Restraint. I assume you wish to buy comfortable restraints for your Ningen-dorei?"

"Zipangu?" Karya had no end to the exotic sights of her third day of servitude.

"Hai!" The Shirohebi bowed, smiling. "I assure you, Ningen-dorei, you will feel only comfort in our ropes, cuffs, and harnesses. Zipangu's only international slave restraint business, all legal. We have very few Ningen-dorei in Zipangu, but mostly Kitsune shrines' volunteers. There will be no discomfort, only what your mistress permits you to move."

"That's...assuring..." Karya gulped, the Shirohebi chuckling under her fan.

"Apologies. I know it's hard to adapt. But I am sure Kit-sama will care for you to the best of her abilities." The albino snake girl bowed, fanning herself.

"That I do, Miki!" Kit smiled, bowing. "We need ankle and wrist cuffs, soft leather. A military slave harness with a gag, a ponygirl harness, and some of your those...ugh..." Kit held her nose. "Shiny ropes. Elastic. She deserves comfort." She laid her arm on the human's shoulders.

"Hai, hai!" The Shirohebi smiled, almond eyes glowing. "Please follow me, strip your Ningen-dorei and we will take care of it. Karya-san, would you be as kind...?"

The Shirohebi led Karya to a small room with a bed, measuring tapes and a large array of leather restraints which made Karya bite her lips. Expertly the Eastern snake girl stripped Karya bare of her bikini, and measured her ankles and wrists with a tape, before measuring every inch of her legs, crotch, breasts, and even head.

Karya enjoyed her soft hands as the Shirohebi, another weird white monster girl, an expert with her hands.

"I have just the size. Slender, with elastic fabric, slave harness, cuffs, and ropes. Will gags be necessary?" The polite snake girl smiled.

Kit looked at Karya and winked. "A ballgag for fun?"

The human bit her lips, smiling shamefully as she blew her black locks. "For what?"

For that, the Shirohebi and Kit giggled amply. "To keep you silent, and maybe for fun! Say Ahh!" The Shirohebi pushed a red ballgag between the sweaty girl's lips, lodging the ball in her mouth and quickly tying it behind her head.

"Wait, I didn't say-AMMPPPHH!"

Karya cutely shook her head, not resisting much as Kit giggled, poking her nose as the human-made puppy eyes, gagged. "Suits you!" The human girl had a ball lodged in her mouth, so they could talk for fun.
"Some cuffs, harnesses, and a shibari rope. I want her paraded in the capital naked with ropes behind me as I salute young lizard girls with my trophy!"

"MMMPH! MPH! MPH!" Karya tried to get her attention as Miki silently tied Karya's wrists to the bed, and kept her legs with her tail, tying each ankle as well.

"Of course, Kit-sama!" She smiled, caressing the bound, wriggling human. "She will be the center of attention with some replica Lescatian armor and shibari ropes. Now, the costs attain..."

Karya sighed as both caressed her like a kitten, nipples, and crotch, as they haggled.

"Fit the cuffs now, neon pink will make it cute." Kit told the snake girl as she rubbed Karya's belly.

She could not help but coo and relax under their tender ministrations, ropes gently replaced with cuffs around her ankles, Miki softly caressing her ankles as she fit elastic, fancy slave cuffs around them. Karya yelped, giggling when Miki leaned and kissed her soles.

"Her feet are so delicate and fragrant! Human sweat is so sweet!" Karya giggled as her tongue traced her soles.

"FTHUUP! HUHUHUHU!" She laughed, thrashing as Miki licked the air, still keeping her down. After a while, the Shirohebi unbuckled her ballgag and untied her hands. "Thanks for the fun! Enjoy your bondage tools!" She gave Kit a bag and took the coins.

"Oh, we will."

Karya had a good idea of what "fun" would be as she was dressed in her bikini and led in her new fancy cuffs, Kit hugging her arm, as girl and monster exited the bondage shop.

*-*-*-*

Kit and Karya slowly walked home, arm in arm, tired.

"God, this was..."

"Entertaining?" Kit winked at her, fangs flashing as her green scales on her pale body gleamed like emeralds, both enjoying a lazy walk home.

Karya was hesitant. It was not the "entertainment" she had in mind, but it felt deeply enjoyable, poked, pushed, played and hugged for fun. She would have to get used to sexual service and this unusual captor. Kit even gave her the option to find a new mistress, but...

...she was kind. Even though the lizard girl was a horny musclegirl with a deep interest in her, Karya could not refuse that she positively ENJOYED this new crazy life.

"We'll just laze home. You can start doing your maid work On Tuesday, how 'bout you mingle with the village humans tomorrow?" Kit suggested as the human girl carried her load.

"Thanks." Karya kissed the lizard girl's cheek, hugging her. "I'll enjoy the day."

"I like you Karya." The lizard girl smiled, kissing back. She had found a love for her life. All that needed was to find a man to complete the household, for more sex and children. They laughed, enjoyed and talked as humans and monsters mingled, worked, traded and made love, the trail back home full of sights, magic, fun, and laughter with harpies chirping overhead.

They got home and ate a meal which everyone pitched in. Ssra had worked for the day, preparing a roast that was different from Karya's mild stew. The human didn't use as many spices as Ssra or Kit did, so plenty of coughs, eating contests and glasses of milk went down as Karya tried spicier and spicier meat cuts, both lizard women laughing sweetly when Karya spewed fire from her nose, choking on a glass of milk after the "Holy Shit Peppers" mixed with "Demon Ascendant" black pepper with a dose of "Dragon's tongue" red pepper slice.

"AUUUUGH!" Karya screamed, downing a second glass of milk as Kit rolled on the floor, laughing.

The bath together and the quiet, gentle sleep in each others' arms made Karya feel the happiest in her life.

*-*-*-*

Kit was woken up by a nudge, astounded. Karya had woken up, and even brought juice and crackers, Kit's military clothes clean and ready on a coat.

"Thanks!" She mumbled, rubbing her eyes.

The day started well. Karya had prepared and tended to Kit's morning preparation, Ssra watching her with a smile. After Kit waved them goodbye and walked to her garrison, the Lizard lady and the human girl were pretty much alone.

Ssra handed her a cup of tea, pulling a chair to her table where she worked little wooden figures with glowing ink.

Karya realized that she had been nude all along then, her breasts feeling tender in the cool air as if they had grown a bit, her soft, round ass caressed by the draft from the window. Returning from downstairs, she realized that what little clothes fit her were washed.

"Something wrong, Karya?" Ssra was clawing at a plank, carving it expertly to an exotic sign and pouring glowing demon ink on it.

"I have no clothes left."

"That's all right. The air isn't cold, is it?" Ssra rose her brows, as Karya squirmed, looking at the window. "Oh don't bother. Nothing against that. You are lovely, girl. I think though...I have some little garments left here..." She pointed to a small chest.

Karya checked out the little box: not much luck. The best she found was some white panties that clung to her buttcheeks, and little sandals for her feet. The catsuit looked ridiculous, as well as the brown trousers with the tailhole that would reveal her ass anyway. Rattling the box, she found a set of cat ears and handcuffs that she quietly left be.

She had at least covered her bottom, but her top was bare, soft little breasts free for all to see. Ssra smiled apologetically, the human girl standing with a barely concealing set of panties and topless, with pink cuffs on her ankles and wrists, locked and sealed.

"Trust me, the more you get used to this is better..."

Karya sighed, nodding. "I guess. What can I do in my free time, miss?" The lizard woman hummed, thinking as she worked.

"Well, today is yours. The farm next door always looks for farmhands to milk the cows, and what you get you to keep. Then there's the marketplace. There is always someone who could use someone to help out. If you are good with locksmithing, the goblin engineers can get you something to do."

Karya listened and nodded. Bidding the woman a polite goodbye, she hesitantly opened the door, stepping out with a blush as her breasts were bare.

*-*-*-*

After some minutes of hesitant wandering in her panties, Karya slowly realized no one stared at her but politely greet her as monster girls went about their business.

Best to check out the farm: maybe they needed a fruit picker.

A few minutes later she was at the entrance of the farm overlooking her new home. It was a big barn, and a granary with cute young monster girls working. The girls looked like humans with hooved cow legs, with quite large breasts swinging in pink bras, and larger, more muscular cow girls with muscles, hooves and huge horns on their heads chopping wood. She remembered they were Holstauri, and Minotaurus, respectively. A young monster lady appeared to greet her when she stood before the door, a hulking minotaur with a leather apron and a hammer, who seemed to work on tools.

"Hey there. Haven't seen you before."

The minotaur girl wiped her forehead to shake her hand. Karya felt that she had an iron grip in her huge hands.

"I'm...I'm new. Kit, the lizard girl...took me." She hesitantly spoke when the minotaur smiled.

"I'm Cathos Hornwell. I run the place. You came to work to earn?"

Karya nodded respectfully when the minotaur opened the gate. "Come in! We can always use a hand. You good with milking?"

"Cows?" Karya asked hesitantly, but somehow she felt how this would be.

"Nope." Cathos smiled, patting the human's head. "My smaller sisters. Holstauri need good, gentle human hands to milk their breasts, and sometimes..." She blushed, looking at her own massive double D breasts, wobbling with discomfort, thoughtful. "Anyway, there's milking and orchard that needs doing. Think ya can do it?"

Karya blushed, biting her lips. "Honestly, I never milked a cow before, much less a monster girl's breasts..."

"You'll learn." Cathos smiled kindly. "Go in, turn to the left if you want. My cousin Peaches will set you up."

Karya nodded, entering and watching the farmstead as she walked, the minotaur girl getting back to pounding iron.

The farm smelled nice, unlike the human farms. Some humans, male and female, tilled fields in the distance, harvesting corn as cowlike Holstauri picked apples and chatted amiably with them, humans dressed in grey clothes, a few naked women in scarecrow suits tied to the poles, feet buried in the soil. The Holstauri's faces lit up when they saw the human girl approaching, their eldest, a big, flappy eared Holstaurus coming up to greet her.

"Heya! I'm Peaches!"

Karya long gave up on covering herself, a little ashamed at having little softballs for breasts when the smallest Holstaurus had an amazing D-cup for breasts, grunting in discomfort.

She shook the Holstaurus' soft hands. "Hey...I came to help..." Was all she could say when the Holstauri giggled, surrounding her with questions.

"Where are you from?"

"Were you taken from the field? Born here?"

"How old are you?"

"Saving up for your freedom?"

"Who's your mistress?"

"Girls! Girls!" Peaches clapped her hands. "Let's give our new friend some room. Why don't you follow me so we can get you to work?" She took Karya's hands and talked to her, walking as giggling Holstauri followed her to a big barn with seats, buckets and strange bottles.

In the corner was anoter Holstaurus in a stall, on all fours. She closed her eyes, the man behind her thrusting inside her, breasts dangling

"Only a few like automatic, like our mother Oda. We are all her daughters!"

Karya gulped, seeing a mature, breeder Holstaurus tied to a contraption, with the face of a full mother in her bloom. Her eyes were closed in bliss, mouth open and giving short gasps, being taken by a farmhand who slammed his hips inside her with loud slaps, her belly already pregnant, bred like cattle as two vaccuum pumps worked on her mauled breasts, red, as milk poured to a container. She was shaking when the man slapped her ass and slammed his cock deeper, screaming when milk overflowed from the pumps and filled the cans.

The Holstauri giggled. "Hi, mom!"

Oda could only gurgle and nod in assent, enjoying the sexual marathon.

"She's busy." They assured her as Karya shook her head disbelief.

They made Karya relax on a chair, bringing apple juice, soft-smelling Holstauri surrounding Karya with big, plump breasts straining their attire. As Karya sipped, she nearly coughed when the Holstauri started to strip off their tops, huge breasts dangling before them. Peaches gave her several pillows, some for the holstauri cow girls to rest on their bellies, and some for her.

"Just point these...nipples to a bucket and give gentle squeezes..." Peaches instructed her, motioning a young Holstaurus with a blush to Karya's arms. Hesitantly, the human girl reached to touch the Holstaurus' soft, cool breasts feeling like jello.

She gulped, and gave a squeeze, pointing the pink nipples down which gave a strng of rich milk when the little cow girl whined, Karla's attentions arousing her.

It felt good as sex, the air hot and dark, as Holstauri watched Karya milk the Holstaurus slowly, gouts of milk filling the bucket, accompanied by her moans. The human realized the cow girls were all blushing, some having hands on their crotch, some hugging each other.

It felt relaxing, pleasurable. Karya gave the girl's nipples a flick and squeezed the pendulous orbs tighter, the Holstaurus licking her lips.

This would take a while with all the sexual tension going on.

*-*-*-*

"Ah...ah..." The Holstaurus shook, moaning as her nipples ran dry... "Please stop."

Karya's hands were shaking as she let the huge breasts go. Ten more to go, and she was raging horny, Oda fallen half asleep in the stall, her wrists and ankles stabilized so the machine could work as she slept, suspended like a cow as she was milked endlessly. One of her daughters was feeding her cereal by the spoon, the cow lady eating with closed eyes and giving cow-like sounds. Another daughter was rubbing lotion on her belly, already gravid with pregnancy and stretch marks.

"We'll be having our eleventh' sister soon!" She quipped, massaging her mother who cooed and fell asleep, breasts rythmically pumped by the vaccuum machine.

Meanwhile, Karya was surrounded by soft bodies milked on a stool like cows, another Holstaurus giggling and taking the old one's place.

"You are good at this!" Peaches smiled, patting Karya's head. The Holstaurus milked gave Karya a hug and a kiss on her cheek and went off, dressing up.

"Thank you! I feel a lot lighter!"

"Oh God...this felt." She stared at the bucket. One had already filled, another was brought in by grinning Holstauri.

"Pleasurable?" Peaches smiled. Karya nodded, adjusting her soaked panties. She hesitated when Peaches reached to strip them off.

"You are soaked. Please, we don't judge." She pulled off the panties, feeling Karya's soft ass as the fabric slid off and revealed her asscheeks. "You still got nine more. If you have the time, you can help with the fields too." She handed her panties to a Holstaurus who, grinning, sniffed the fabric before giving it to the laundry basket.

Karya, too horny to care, started to milk the second Holstaurus, giving her nipples gentle squeezes, filling the bucket with milk. She realized the other Holstauri had stripped their panties as well, too shaky with lust as the girls waited their milking.

Her hands white, Karya smiled, pulling the Holstaurus' teats to fill the milk. This was crazy fun!

"You aren't...in, Peaches?" She mumbled when the cowgirl moaned, her breasts being drained, giving little "moo" sounds as the bucket filled.

"Oh, me? Sorry, I wean the farm babies, humans and monsters. The little boys grow up healthy, and the women love me!"

"You are a wetnurse?"

"Yup!" Peaches's voluminous peasant dress showed a bulge of pregnancy. "I'm married to a man, and already the little bugger is kicking." She grunted in discomfort, standing up. "I've got to work on the mill, the minotaur in the marketplace charges double so we built our own. See ya!"

Karya nodded as her breasts felt the soft, warm orbs giving milk to the bucket, the Holstaurus in her hands moaning lewdly, herself naked as she squeezed and mauled her breasts. In the corner of her eye, she realized the other Holstauri kissed each other's pussies, two locked in a 69 position, their faces lapping up each other's nectar from the arousal.

The Holstaurus in her arms grunted.

"Miss...Can I touch your breasts too? Our hands make them grow and be bountiful..."

Karya kept squeezing, her mind on fire. "Do I become like you?"

"If you want! It takes more than that, but I'd love to have you as a sister!" The Holstaurus smiled, moaning as more milk poured from her breasts. "We just...ah! Think yours can be bigger." Seeing Karla nod, she reached to softly caress Karya's soft, tiny breasts as she milked her. Sighing, Karya went on, massaging the Holstauri breasts before her.

*-*-*-*

An hour later, Karya was panting, half dead, amongst a pile of half asleep Holstauri, cuddling as they fell asleep.

"Thank you..." They showered her with kisses, Karya sitting up, on her back slept another holstauri as a soft pillow.

Exhausted, she stood up, and took her nearly dry panties and put them back on. At the exit waited Cathos, and surprisingly, Oda, the mother Holstaurus, dressed up and drinking juice, her heavy pregnancy showing clearly.

The big Holstaurus woman gave Karya a big hug: "Sorry you saw me like this."

"I...it's okay! The things I saw..." Karya mumbled, feeling her big hug.

The woman handed her a handful of copper coins in a purse, and a bottle of milk.

"From me. Please. It will heal you and put some curves on you." Karya blinked, looking at it with suspicion. "No, it won't transform you...You need a bit of blood and a ritual for that." She smiled. "I was a human you know..."

"REALLY?" Karya's mouth was open.

"Long time ago, I was born here, working the barn. One day I was getting old and life was hard, so when Agrat came along and gave humans rights, I asked if I could be a monster. Well, the ritual bound my soul to a Holstaurus body. Guess it was my luck. This is my seventh husband, and my fortieth baby on the way."

"So you..." Karya gasped. "Like this?"

"Giving life, having sex, and nurturing children every day? Of course!" She laughed, kissing Karya's nose. "I wean the toddlers at the orphanage, they LOVE me! Mama Oda!" She led Karya outside, Cathos shaking her head and laughing.

Karya bade her farewell with a hesitant hug, adjusting her panties, somehow feeling a bit strained and clinging to her buttcheeks. Her whole body felt tingly as if she was becoming more feminine.

Her day or work was fruitful, fun and exciting.

*-*-*-*

Karya, despite having the day off, decided to help Ssra when she was home.

"I brought milk!"

Ssra hugged her warmly before resuming cooking. "Oda's best vintage? How was the farm?"

"Exciting, I have to say," Karya added salt to the stew and sprinkled some spice on the sizzling cuts, a bit hesitant. "Can I ask a question? Are these?"

Ssra shook her head. "No! Pure cattle, cows from another ranch. We don't eat human or mamono meat...! How can you say that?" She patted Karya's ass playfully.

"Sorry..." Karya apologized, resuming cooking.

"These were the old days when all preyed on all. Then came Agrat and gave rights to human slaves, and made everyone civil, and killed the old monster butchers. Here...How's it taste?" She pushed some soup to Karya's lips, who smacked them and tasted.

"Lentil?" Karya rose her brows.

"Lentils, tomatoes, and mint. It's a Seljuk restorative soup." Ssra seemed satisfied.

Then came Kit, and it was a pleasant, idle dinnertime.

Karya set the table, wearing only panties, but they didn't mind. The cuffs were almost nonexistent, only reminding her station occasionally. The...family, Karya felt, her as a lower maid but still loved and cared, happily ate and talked.

"You'll work for me and help me tomorrow," Ssra spoke matter-of-factly. And Karya, confused and rebellious at first, simply nodded, chewing her meat.

"Yes, ma'am."

Kit nodded and winked at Ssra. "Naked." She added, smiling.

"Er..alright?" Karya blinked, as two lizardgirls laughed, mother and daughter, nearly indistinguishable from each other except their size.

The evening went quietly, and fun. They talked, sat in the living room, and drank a bit of whatever their larder had as spirits. Today it was brandy, a very sharp liquor Karya found out.

At night, in Kit's arms, she snuggled, nude, her body embraced by a blanket of beauty, scales, and muscles.

*-*-*-*

Kit had left early for an assignment. Ssra and Karya prepared a humble breakfast and chatted about Karya's old life and Ssra's eventful own.

Today, Karya's heart and body would feel true fire and shame. She realized that they were pushing her further and further, and she found no will to say no, though she could.

Karya hesitantly opened the front door, ready to step outside naked, with a collar and cuffs. Ssra gently pushed her and closed the door, leading her by the arm, and attaching a leash to her throat.

"Give me your neck sweetie. Market's bustling."

Karya smiled and leaned forward, led to the market by a leash, feeling the sun on her naked body.

Relaxing her mind, she felt less and less aware. It felt easy to be led by a leash like a pet, not thinking for herself save for pleasure and labor. The day went like a breeze, Karya lost in arousal, and blind exhibitionism, carrying and working for her owner, her family, her mistress, and landlady. Ssra had sold her carvings to an old succubus, satisfied with the work and patting Karya's ass affectionately as she paid the sum.

Seeing dozens like her, Karya didn't realize she was sopping wet, and that wasn't sweat. And the fact that Ssra ignored her as she carried her items like a mule only made her heart beat faster.
They shopped and chatted, visiting monster ladies and making arrangements. Many praised Karya as Ssra's selection, commenting how pretty and petite she was.

Karya could not help but thank, not even bothering to cover herself, lost in bliss. She didn't even mind to kneel on a pillow and receive what was offered like a dog, some even going far as petting her hair.

She tensed but gulped hard when a young man, a Kitsune's boy servant, handed her a cup of wine as well as Ssra chatted without even looking at her. When the man caressed her cheek, Karya shuddered. The hand felt not irritating but arousing. Smiling timidly, the young man gave her breasts a gentle touch and went about his business.

Karya was in the clouds, in a surreal world of sex, service and human-monster bondage, the wine too heady. Young men and women served, passing by her and sometimes looking at her naked flesh, huddled on the comfortable pillow, head resting on Ssra's leg.

When the meeting was ending, Ssra made her stand up and bade farewell to the hosts. She found herself attempting small talk with the humans serving, realizing they were staring at her body when she talked, the young man the most. Of all the years she had resigned herself to masquerading as a man, she was desired. Literally.

It was surreal to say the least, a weird masquerade and nudity party around her when she left, the young man staring at her.

*-*-*-*

"So, Tobias liked you, hmm?"

Karya was lost in thoughts, carrying bags under the evening sunset, naked, and horny as hell.

"Karya?"

"Eh?" She woke up.

"You were daydreaming." Ssra had removed the leash and was leading her by the arm since there was no crowd to get lost in. "That human boy ate you up with his eyes. Shameless hussy, I should veil and cover you!" She had laughed. "I feed you, shelter you and you steal our boys!"

Karla found herself laughing along with her. "Ahahaha! Oh no, but I knew him back in the army."

"Yup. They like you. Humans and monsters. You know you can meet other servants and slaves if you like. Date even. Hell, I'd not mind you seducing visitors for my daughter!" Ssra chuckled, smoking her pipe, her tail swishing with joy. "Us girls need to stick together."

That made Karya giggle, working for her owner all her life now. It felt so wrong, yet so right.

Food for thought, time to cook dinner and clean.

*-*-*-*

Days passed, and a week became two. And a month passed.

Wake up. Wake Kit, cuddle, kiss, and groom her for her day. Downstairs, breakfast. Prepare breakfast, eat with family, clean the house, clean the furnitures.

Work, obey, sleep, and work.

Karla did not feel bad, slowly getting used to her new life: surely the garrison forgot all about her, not even bothering a rescue for a shady orphan who never peed and joked with the boys. She was now a slave to the monster girls for life.

Karya was getting used to her new life, cleaning, cooking, and basically being a maid for her keeper, Ssra, and her daughter. They were amiable, and days passed, her wardrobe sometimes improved, sometimes lessened. Sometimes lack of clothing helped when cleaning.

Kit was friendly as well, loving even. But the week had been busy, Karya tired from work but getting stronger, sturdier and better at her chores, her new rich diet helping as well.

Karla realized that she worked without commands, her mind slowly conditioned, her hair growing, and her figure filling. Every week, Ssra would direct her to stand naked, her arms raised as she measured her body with a tape and taking notes.

"My... You are slowly getting the real figure of a girl, Karya..." She had smiled and noted her measures. "You are becoming a real woman in my care." They ate together, Ssra particularly advising her on what to cook and eat, particularly soy products for femininity.

Ssra was ladylike, strict, but caring. And that made the human even hornier. She simply measured her property.

Punishments occasionally existed, Karya found out.

Once when she spilled tea, Ssra frowned, and slapped her ass with her tail with a frown, sending waves of pain and making Karya gasp.

"Clean that up." She had commanded, though friendly, her command was irresistable, Karya found out.

"Sorry!"

It came so natural. Once she would be angry, but she felt subdued, not having fought for a month, and somehow felt powerless in her cuffs and collar. Scurrying, she felt bad as she cleaned up the stain and filled a fresh one.

At least in public, a second punishment was softer.

She had bumped into someone and dropped her bag.

Dropping a bag, Karya squeaked in surprised when Ssra suddenly hit her head with her umbrella without causing pain, scolding her as she gathered the contents loudly so everyone could hear.

"Silly girl! We feed you, shelter you out of pity and you can't even pay attention!"

Karya mumbled apologies to her and the other monster girl who smiled, her head bowed. Ssra grumbled and led her home. The monster girl, a young kitsune, simply shook her hands, refusing to be angry anyway.

"Sorry. The fault is mine!"

Ssra ignored her, pulling Karya by the ear and leading her home.

She was strict, not cruel, but still her owner. Karya had to accept that. Because the grip on her ear turned to a strange squeeze, and eventually, a pat and caress.

"Careful." She had told her. Karya's earnest, sad apology made her smile. "I didn't feel like spanking you in public if that's what you wanted. I'm old for the dark elves' slutplay in public."

Karya's groin had fired up when she heard that, but she kept her face straight. To be pulled over and spanked loudly, her cries making the monster girls giggle. "You don't look old. Barely over forty by human standards!" That made her chuckle.

"Oh human girl, it's much more than that."

"Um...do you spank?"

Ssra grinned, gliding effortlessly in her green, new dress covering her body as she walked home. "You want to try? Next time you make a mistake, I will, in front of everyone." She winked at the human with a lewd grin, making her bite her lips, and eventually yelp and laugh when she swatted Karya's ass with her tail. "I even spank Kit when she made mistakes!"

Karya skipped home happily with a giggle, her body on fire, amused, and her mind full of new joys to discover. She was changing, and the change felt good.

*-*-*-*

The dinner today would be one Karya wouldn't forget. Ssra hurriedly handed the groceries and left, quickly saying she had business to take care of, and quickly leaving the house. Kit hugged Karya, rubbing her cool hands all around her soft, filling frame and copping a generous feel as the human giggled.

"Missed me?"

Kit nodded. "Um...Can I feed from you, Karya? I..." She looked peckish, almost a bit weaker. Her words made Karya blink, and retreat a few steps.

"Excuse me?" Her frown told as much. "What?"

Kit smiled. "Nothing like that. All I want is your love and essence. It's harmless." Her caress onger cheek and belly was soft and calmed Karya...

"Oh...kay?" She smiled uneasily. "How?"

"We just eat together! Close!" Kit smiled, her toothy smile with sharp teeth enchanting Karya. The human had never thought how pretty and beautiful Kit was...Just her captor and enslaver...but the soft, pretty features with scales on cheeks...

Karya felt at ease, hugging her.

"Alright. Stew?"

Kit's scales rubbed on Karya's cheeks, the lizardgirl hugging her. "Just your friendship. I mean it, and some drinks."

"I'm intrigued now..." Karya raised her eyebrows. "Is it a date?"

"The very best! Just...you and me."

Gently gliding across the floor, Kit huddled with her human to the dinner table and hugged her with a bottle of wine.

"Remember what I told you about human essence?" Karya nodded at her question as she caressed her cheek, feeling her soft scales.

"All I need are your hands for now." The lizard girl softly suckled her palms and nibbled her fingers, making Karya giggle.

*-*-*-*

Karya was in bliss as she woke up. That was one meal she had enjoyed being eaten in. Kit had put her legs on the table and softly ate her out in one explosive orgasm. And Karya had enjoyed it so immensely, that she could not help but wait for another time.

On a dinner table as food, legs spread as Kit softly ate her pussy as she moaned to high heavens.

Her pussy felt sore, swollen and energized.

Languishing in bed, she finally found the courage to touch herself, her fingers touching her burning slit.

Kit and Ssra were asleep. The sunlight filling the room and the bed made it an ephemeral experience as she glided on clouds, touching her intimate places with subconscious quiet moans. She already looked forward to the breakfast.

*-*-*-*

Ssra ignored Karya on the table, her legs spread before Kit's hungry face, who had buried her mouth in Karya's clean shaven crotch, perfumed, and slowly lapped up her essence. Karya herself gasped quietly not to disturb Ssra's breakfast as Kit gently ate her out, her body already glowing with essence. Quiet licking sounds echoed, Ssra smiling at the couple.

It was quite natural in the Reik to "eat human", meaning giving oral sex for essence as part of a healthy meal.

As Kit smacked her lips and grasped Karya's hips, the human moaned, laying on the table with a quiet whisper of "I'm coming..."

"Come..." Kit licked and bit her pussy lips faster and faster, until Karya could not help herself and shuddered, whimpering as she squirted in Kit's eager mouth, drinking it all up.

Ssra ruffled Karya's head, drinking her tea.

"You really are enjoying your life here now..." She hissed, her tail patting the human girl's head as the human shuddered and gasped in the aftershock of the orgasm.

Karya gasped and nodded, her pussy on fire, Kit gently lapping up every bit of her with her tongue.

As the young lizard girl dressed up in her armor and left, Ssra motioned her to clean up the table.

"Yes, ma'am..."

Ssra watched her work quietly, naked, cleaning up the table and the dishes. The human girl had gotten used to the treatment. She had become quite a valuable asset to her home, enjoying her new found sexual life. Ssra grinned, enjoying the girl's naked ass jiggling as she cleaned.

Now they could put her to work, enjoy family bliss, and the typical life of a female Reik slave girl.

And Ssra knew, dark elves were not the only one that could enjoy them. A little fun and joy could go a long way to befriend human girls and enjoy their bodies.

*-*-*-*

Karya finally shrugged her underwear off and put it in the laundry, taking the clothes basket outside to clean. Naked, she carried the clothes to a large wooden barrel outside where she could wash them. She greeted daily passersby, finally feeling free to stand naked, working as she faced them. The monster ladies were quite polite as well, a Lamia greeting and asking how she was doing, her eyes on her body, her pert ass, and growing breasts.

She talked politely with the snake-bodied woman, enjoying her nudity at last.

"Take care!" The neighborhood lamia smiled and slithered away, humming to herself. Karya kept doing her chores, hanging her clothes to dry and got back home to clean the furniture.

A well half an hour later of dusting, she had some free time.

Ssra, her hostess and mistress' mother waved her over from the kitchen with a smile.

"Hey Karya! I need you up for a little work."

"Sure." She answered, shrugging. Next to her stood a young, tiny goblin girl wearing a wide straw hat, energetic, and friendly. She shook Karya's hand with a grin and her tiny green hands, her huge, pointy green ears wiggling.

"'sup! I'm Glenn!"

"Hello, Glenn!" Karya smiled: she was staring at her naked crotch with a grin.

"I asked her to lease you for two days: I run the orchard at the farm but our ladders broke because miss Minotaur Big Tits put a few too many pounds." She giggled, making Karya laugh as well. Ssra added:

"You are hers for two days, understood? She will work you at the orchard."

With no option to resist, Karya politely nodded. "Yes, mistress."

Glenn smiled and started explaining. "I need you to carry me to reach the trees and hold planks, chairs, whatever when we collect the year's green apples, understood? Just call me Glenn, I'm no big-butt dark elf. I need you to put these on."

Karya smiled, she would harness her like a ponygirl. Ssra smiled, helping the human. They took Karya's wrists and fastened her behind her back in a u-shape, and pulled the cords to fasten her wrists tightly. Karya bit her lips, the leather dug in a bit, not hard to hurt her.

Glenn took a large leather harness and patted Karya's legs.

"Spread your legs please, and squat a bit."

Karya obliged, the leather straps digging inside her pussy, giving pleasurable feelings which Glenn saw with a smile, winking. Pulling the leather behind her soft asscheeks, she spread the human girl's ass with a squeeze, oiling the leather before lodging it to her buttocks. Ssra pulled the leather harness' front with a smile and a kiss blown to Karya and hung the straps over her shoulders, which Glenn connected behind Karya's ass, engulfing her in bondage.

Grinning, Glenn explained. "I'll attach a little rope clamp on your nipples to signal where you need to go. It will be connected to your mouth with a bit-gag, which I'll use to guide you."

"That's not necessary...mmmph..." Karya protested, but kept short when Ssra gently held her cheeks and put a bitgag, smiling and patting her puffed cheeks with a kiss.

"Quiet, human." She winked, and Karya sighed.

Completely bound, and cuffed, Glenn, patted Karya's legs, fitting a soft, small seat on her shoulders enough for a Goblin to sit on. She then tied the bitgag with leather straps like a horse's bridle.

"Done. Farm draft, 2 days. Here ya go!" Silver coins landed on Ssra's palm, Karya sighing, led away to her new job with the Goblin girl smiling.

"We'll set you up with the orchard. Our girls are tiny, so it should be easy."

"Mmph."

Hands tied, legs harnessed with leather restraints enough to walk, like an obedient dog following the goblin girl, her pussy wet. Subservience started to agree with her body, on fire, nipples hardened.

Entering the orchard past the minotaur who pretty much ignored her with a smirk, Karya felt a pinch on her ass.

"Get me on you, sweetie."

"Mmph..."

She knelt, her shoulders feeling the little goblin girl's seat full.

"Time to work."

Karya shuddered when the Goblin girl slapped her ass with a crop, leading her to trees where naked tall human women were ridden by goblin girls on shoulders as they emptied the trees. Each was restrained as her, Karya realized the pleasure in her nipples as she was made to stand, thumps of apples landing on baskets fastened to her sides. Sighing, she enjoyed the bondage, her baskets filling with apples until a pull on her right nipple and jaw, and a pat on her bottom led her to the next tree, the goblin giggling.

"I love my job. We usually rode women as mounts back in days for fun till the girls got freed by Agrat. We get the girls for the farming from locals for the day."

Karya mumbled, apples landing on her back.

Her pussy was burning, and every slap on her bottom felt heavenly. As she went to the next tree, she felt an orgasm coming from the constant slaps and pulls like a mount, but she kept it to herself. Enjoying the orgasm without collapsing was going to be a chore, now with another girl with a bitgag and pony harness next to her with a goblin, both riders chatting as they worked, dropping apples by the bucketful.

Karya looked at the human girl whose mouth was also full with the gag, eyes lazily scanning her. She smiled under her gag and nodded, prompting Karya to do the same.

"Hmph."

Karya mumbled a greeting to herself, and both giggled, tied up and working as mules.

*-*-*-*

Glenn rode her expertly, not hurting her but giving her ample pleasures, naked girls working in tandem with their riders, as trees emptied. It still took hours, and Karya was pooped, sighing in fatigue, time and time again leaning to dump her apple baskets to be replaced.

"You're doing great." Glenn patted her cheek. "We'll eat soon."

"Mmph."

When the day was done, Karya was gasping for air, but finally, Glenn led her to a circle where ponygirls, their bitgags removed, were fed by goblins and made to drink cider. Glenn made her kneel to a soft hay pile and removed her gag.

"Fuahh!"

"There! Time to eat, humie!" Karya kept quiet when her bowl of stew, rice and a generous helping of cider on the table next to her, Glenn eating with her.

Karya opened her mouth, Glenn feeding her hot food, even blowing on it before letting her eat.

"I'm not a baby..." Karya mumbled, earning a kiss on her nose.

"We like to play anyway. Cider?"

Karya nodded, burning with shame and pleasure. "Yes please." Glenn put the stein on her lips, which Karya found energizing and tasty.

"Made from the apples. You can rest afterward with the other girls." She motioned to ther other girls who seemed to eat, drink and chat with their riders, and each other, about their lives, and how long they have to work like this. One of them even admitted, to Karya's surprise, she enjoyed it far better than a Dark Elf farm, laughing with their riders even as they were yoked and bound like animals.

When the day was done, the goblins relaxed the arm restraints and removed the cuffs, but kept most of the leather, so they could relax a bit and relieve themselves, and wash up at the communal water tower.

"Y'all sleep at the barn." Glenn smiled at Karya. "I could get you home but it's a hassle you know." Karya just nodded, tired. Led to a large barn with mattresses, Karya already knew what came next, judging from Glenn's giggles.

The girls were laid on the mattresses, and with expert hands, hogtied, mouths gagged with soft leather masks and blindfolded. Karya submitted easily, expertly bundled in a blanket, the last thing she saw was Glenn kissing her cheek and patting her ass.

"Sleep."

Karya drifted off to sleep.

Two days later, she would be returned, dirtied, horny as hell, and tired. And return she did, Kit and Ssra giving her warm, gentle bath and tucking her to bed, Kit embracing her body like a pillow.

"How was it?"

"Amazing...I must be drugged to enjoy this..." Karya turned and kissed Kit.

"It's just your nature."

Karya grinned, and kissed Kit, shifting a little.

"Can you help me out? Little green sluts kept me restrained."

Grinning, Kit leaned and pushed her head down, kissing her breasts, her belly, her lips on her thighs.

"I would love to, my sweet human."

Karya moaned to high heavens when Kit's soft tongue stroked her labia, shuddering. She pushed the lizard girl's face to her crotch, shuddering with every lick, her mind blanked with suppressed orgasms.

...

Ssra smiled to herself when ryhtmic screams erupted from upstairs, licking sounds and bed creaks. If it wasn't her daughter...joining in would not be bad. But she scolded herself.

"Let the girls have their fun."

Hours later, Kit and Karya endlessly showered each other with kisses, each tired, bite marks on their bodies from the sexual marathon, Karya reaching her fifth orgasm when both had buried their faces in each other's pussies like mad.

Ssra quietly covered both girls with blankets, and went to sleep, sighing as her.

"Ahh...youth..."

*-*-*-*

Months passed, happy nights melted into orgasmic screams and giggles in their bedroom. House work became easy for Karya during the day, who also decided to earn a little for herself in the farm, helping with the "cows" and picking fruit.

Karya enjoyed the days she was a mule to the goblin girls taking them for rides, rewarded for orgasmic rubbings afterward.
Her attire was none. Karya realized no one batted an eye when she was another milkmaid, naked in the sweaty barn when she attached suction cups to the motherly Oda or squeezed the Holstauri's breasts to fill the buckets, kissing and laying with them occasionally. Her own breasts had grown quite well, Kit adoring Karya's new C-cup breasts with pert brown nipples. More than an evening passed when Karya came home smelling like milk, with a happy Holstaurus blowing her a kiss as she returned home from individual work.

The lizard girl and the human had grown to be quite close, and friendly in more than many ways. Both kissed like lovers when the day was starting, and spending more time than servant and master together.

One day Kit told her that she'd take her to a small army tour as they cuddled on the couch. Ssra watched them with great love and kissed each one on the cheeks for a goodbye, leaving for a friend.

"Karya, I want to use you more outside. I want you to pick." Kit snuggled, head on Karya's chest as each kissed.

"As you wish Kit." The human, wrapped in a thin blanket, cuddled close, both of them watching outside as evening workers went about their business, music playing in the town center loud enough to be heard.

"We trust each other. I will employ you as my private slave in public, running my errands. I want to get a husband that we can share, and maybe a new home."

Karya listened, knowing eventually the boisterous lizardgirl warrior would want to strike out and expand her life.

"Such as?" Karya was rubbing Kit's feet, almost human save for a few scales around her soles and top, nails strangely sharp all the time.

"You can carry my stuff with an extra pack. The army doesn't let humans fight in sensitive situations where you can fight Lescatie...Except when Rift Demons can be found."

Karya knew. Around the second Demon War, Maou had summoned monsters from other realms who still infested many areas in the Reik. Demonic Dark Elves called Drow, strange Demon-Ogres named Palankasha, Rakshasi and many other multi-armed monstrosities occasionally murdered mamono.

"You...can be a slave trooper. Treated nicely, good food and arms. If you serve a tour or two and fight, they will free you and ask whether you can return to the human empire, or employed as freedwomen." Kit was playing with a small contraption which arranged colored rocks in a row to win. She obviously didn't relish that option.

Karya nodded.

"Or I can lend you to my captain, you carry whatever the army gives you. If they deem you strong enough, you can pull carts and carry armor with centaurs and other monster women."

"Then there's work in the cities when I'm at the garrison. Mining, transport mule, smithing. Hard work, you keep half, I keep half. Or you can be a nurse or nanny to monster children." Kit smiled, kissing Karya's breasts, and patted her belly. "Do you ever think that you can...maybe, have a child?" Seeing the human blink, she added. "He, she, would be part of the family."

Karya smiled, listening to her with interest. "You offer me many choices."

"I like you to choose. You deserve happiness. You've been good to us, we've been good to you."

"I'll come along. Maybe I'll meet my old army humans." Her face was straight, thinking. "What do you think happened to them?" Kit, realizing her worry, assured her with a pat on her cheek.

"Nothing bad. Most boys end up with monster girl families, pumping out kids the moment they can." She giggled. "They get to work and raise families if they are good. Maybe a few women ended up like you." Karya gulped. "I think the minotaur twins over the next village are quite fond of Tobias, a boy they took from a battle. Poor thing is emptying his balls in them every day, cooking by day, warming their beds at night..."

"Him..." Karya smirked. "He always had a thing for strong, olde women."

"Pity I didn't get him!" Kit giggled. "Mom wants a boy who's into older ladies." Karya simply smirked, Kit adding.

"Then I wouldn't meet you."

Both kissed as lovers, deeply in love with the other, their hearts melting.

Looking into her eyes, Kit's voice, unbroken after many fights, many army tours, quivered.

"I...I think I am in love with you, Karya."

Eyes quivering, Karya responded, her eyes gleaming.

"I love you too, Kit."

They kissed, again, happy to be together. Human and monster with scales, they quietly cuddled until Ssra found them asleep on the couch, hands locked. Smiling, she softly covered them with a blanket and laid a pillow on their heads.

Ssra sniffled, eyes teary with happiness, and quietly went to bed.

*-*-*-*

Tomorrow, Kit and Karya both woke up to a breakfast table set up by Ssra, who smiled brightly at the couple rising from the couch.

"How are my two lovers doing? Should I browse a wedding ring for you?"

Karya gasped a little, smiling, stretching as her growing breasts and hips made her aware of how she was grown. Even her old clothes didn't fit, but she was all right with nudity, her love for Kit and her happily embraced status as a slave overriding all old inhibitions.

"Good morning, Mistress."

Ssra gently hugged her, rubbing her cheek on hers. "Good morning, slave."

When Karya pulled back, she was smiling. "I apologize for oversleeping."

"Nonsense. We love you as you are."

Simple words had power, Kit smiling along and sitting down for breakfast.

"You are taking your slave campaigning, Kit?"

"Yes, mother." Kit smiled, filling her plate, and Karya's. "I want to take her with me, both for usage and well, mother..."

"You love her?" Ssra chuckled, seeing Karya and Kit sitting VERY close and eating virtually from the same table and feeding each other.

"Yes." Kit was silent. "If it doesn't trouble you, I want to take as my slave wife." Fondling Karya's enlarged breasts absentmindedly, she added. "That way people will know who she is."

"Of course dear." Ssra ruffled both girls' heads and cupped Karya's breasts, which she proudly presented with her chest pushed forward. "She has grown quite pleasant in breasts and hips. I always thought you'd have a little fun and sell her when bored, but I'm pleased this turned out like that."

Karya didn't even flinch. She had long accepted her fate, playing along whatever fate showed her.

"Yes. Karya, I'll be honest." Kit held her hand. "I was planning a live-in boy with mother and me, and sell you to another monster girl for profit when fully feminized and grown, but...I just realized that...I really, really am in love with you."

Karya hugged her without any reservations. "To whom? Just curious."

Kit replied matter-of-factly, eyeing her armor in the corner.

"Probably more of a city monster girl who needed a female companion, concubine or a waitress at the taverns, maybe a big farmstead where you could find a husband and raise a family. But...we are just...so..."

Karya kissed her lips.

"Mmm... I would like to raise a family with you, Kit."

The lizard girl gasped, tail shooting up.

"Really? Share a husband, be my wife..."

"Yes," Karya spoke, eating a pancake. "You have been not just kind to me, Kit. We started real bad...But...both of you treated me like more than a little scullery servant or a slave. You fed me, sheltered me, treated me like a daughter." Ssra's growing eyes were met with Karya's smile." I think we both have something in common..."

Both lizard women blinked.

"We lost things and make the best out of it." Both lizard women slowly smiled, content eating.

"That we do." Both of them looked quite emotional such as their monster features showed.

"So, even if free, I'll stay if you let me."

That roused a smile and a big hug from Kit. "And we would have it no different. Though having you as a slave keeps me from housework..."

"Mooom!" Kit frowned.

"You too, scaly pie." Ssra kissed her daughter on the cheek.

"Still..." The lizard girl hesitated, Karya assuring her.

"I'll do my housework." Holding Kit's hand, she added. "And be a good wife." When the lizardfolk smiled and hugged her, she added with a giggle. "We share the men though!"

The breakfast ended with uproars of happy laughter and cackles that rang across the village.

*-*-*-*

Ssra quietly smoked a kiseru, relaxed in the living room as Kit helped Karya dress up what she bought for her for her tour.

"Ready, Karya?"

"Ready, Mistress Kit." Karya smiled.

She was dressed for servility. Wearing a dark green cotton sporty bikini top and equally dark green, cotton booty shorts that clung to her buttcheeks, her feet sported comfortable leather boots of the same color. Her backpack was dark green with a new camouflage design, large and supported by Arachne threads to be resilient and voluminous.

"We call this auxilia attire." Kit told her. "Humans we get along, or want to work to earn freedom carry our supplies in marches and prepare our food, erect tents and..." Smiled. "Act as bedwarmers when our soldier girls are lonely."

"Neat." Karya giggled, testing her new fingerless gloves which looked snappy and comfortable. "You spent a lot, Kit."

"Nah." Kit shrugged. "The army gives me when I told them I brought my slave. But I'd spend anyway. Put this on."

Karya let her close a dark leather collar around her neck with a glowing little script. "Tracker runes. For security, though I DO trust you. I won't lose my Karya to a rift demon." And she kissed her soft white cheek. "Gods, even your skin feels smoother!" Karya kissed her lips back, her soft, full lips smacking on the lizardgirl's paler, thinner mouth.

The collar read. "Karya. Auxilia."

Ssra waited for them in the doorway. "Stay safe, honeybun. Take care of Karya and yourself."

"I will, mother." Kit kissed her, both leaving from lewd nights and sexy sleepovers to a more serious world. Sex and love was still a plenty, but now Kit had been summoned for a far more important thing. Kit didn't have the heart to tell her that a Rift Demon invasion started in the heart of the Reik. But then, Karya wouldn't mind.

Rift Demons, Demon Ogres, and Drow always wanted to bring the old ways and murder the world's what fragile peace between the Western Human Empire, Alliance of Lescatie and Monster Girl Reik existed. Skirmishes little more than "speed dating" would degenerate into full blown wars. Monsters would kill and eat humans as a delicacy, making the rest work to death. And Lescatie would have no choice but to bring even more human kingdoms in far lands into its Alliance, starting with Zhong Guo and employ horrible weapons since sheltered Yehudists, Reik's sheltered human ethnicity sold magitek technology to their old kin, Lescatie, as well.

The world, in all its cuteness and love in the air, could die in a heartbeat.

Kit shook off these thoughts. Her love and slave, her little human now with delicious curves, as in her arms, walking hand in hand. They would survive.

*-*-*-*

Walking behind her, in snappy, sexy and skimpy "military" attire, Karya felt a few old emotions rushing back. Everywhere, human free and servile greeted her amiably and with respect, walking next to Kit.

As they proceeded out of the village, eventually, individual monster girls, most of a strong or savage streak, joined them, some of the monster girls like Salamanders, lizard girls with golden scales and fiery features, brought their own humans, Auxilia, army slaves like Karya. Each was very friendly, particularly the human girls wearing skimpy dark green uniforms like her.

The "Humie helpers" as monster girls named them affectionately were mostly of young women, and a few young men wearing shorts rather than bikini bottoms. Karya realized as monster girls huddled together and left the humans behind them, it was best to stick to custom and not bother Kit. Together with the other humans, they followed the monster girls who seemed to be carrying weapons and some supplies, most of them laden on carts and on other humans.

The girls Karya met were like her, though more feminine, except for a really short haired girl who could pass as a boy like her months ago. Her hair was dyed pink, and fashioned into short spikes, having left the arms of an equally androgynous Draconewt, an almost draconic monstergirl who seemed to talk and act like a man with a thick voice as she lorded over other monster girls.

"Hey."

"Hello!" Karya shook her hand.

"I'm Safa, Draconewt Dracian's personal slave."

"Karya." She smiled. "Pleased to meet you."

"Joana." A taller human Auxilia woman shook hands, of a far bigger build than both with breasts twice Karla's straining her top, muscular curvy legs that carried her snug booty shorts concealing her large, burly bottom. Her hair was braided to her hips, and her back carried an immense load. She waved amiably at a petite dark elf nearly half her size, who blew a kiss back and joined her army.

"Patrick." A young man shook hands with them, her eyes resting on Joana's thick legs.

"So we carry their stuff? That's it?" Karya ended the awkward silence when the humans were huddled behind the marching monster girls.

"You new?" Safa blinked. Seeing Karya nod, she went on. "Yeah, we act as a company..." She smiled, walking in the front. Her legs seemed to carry some hidden knives for some reason. "You do their chores, cook, clean, carry, and every year is fifty gold ticked off your slave price, hundred if fightin's done, freedom with a stipend for exceptional courage or kills. Dracian's my mistress. Yours?"

"Kit." Karya pointed at the Lizard who seemed to be deep in thought, listening to her captain.

"Yours, legs?" Safa poked the large woman who was carrying nearly twice their load.

"Napoleona D'Liliparte." The woman pointed at the petite, almost childlike dark elf riding a beautiful black horse, clad in all purple-blue finery to make up for her tiny stature, complete with a big triangular hat one size too small with her pure white ponytail sticking from the back and a newfangled musket nearly her own size at her back, dressed to kill.

"Shiiiiiiit!" Safa giggled and snorted, laughing. "How did an Oni-like woman like yourself get into her collar? You could break free now and probably escape..."

Joana smiled, chuckling. "I was born in her family plantation, teased me as giantess when puberty hit. She takes me places so I earn a little dowry, meet men and carry little lady Miss Napoleona when she is scared. She never admits though. Tip: don't pat her head in public if you don't want your ass whupped." She bit her lips, her legs showing some cane marks.

Everyone burst into laughter. "Shit, man. She is five feet tops!"

"SSSHHH!"

Karya asked the androgynous girl with the spiky pink hair:

"What's your story?"

"Kind of short." Safa sipped something from her hip flask smelling of booze and offered to Karya, who declined. "I was a pirate's bastard in the Southern Magreb Sea. Passed off as a boy so other seadogs wouldn't fuck me. One day, we pick a ship to rob. It was an empty-handed dark elf sloop who just sold their spice to the humies in Aquileia." The city-state was free like Temirburg, hosting mamono and humans all the same, with a naval force and military too strong to be subdued.

Karya snorted. "They were slave-traders too."

"Most dark elves are. When we stormed the board, I swear, they were laughing when magic traps exploded with webbing. When I ended up stripped and tied, they were laughing until they cried, toasting "a lucky find."

Karya giggled. "Sorry."

"Eh. Not too bad." Safa sighed. "Once I acted as the begging little urchin, they were amiable. Gave me some booze, fed, well...The men didn't mind, fucked every day so when we landed and were given to the slave traders, each was stupefied and had lost weight. I don't miss the fuckers, neither do I miss my dad."

"Why?" Patrick chimed in, earning a cold stare.

"Guess." Safa's eyes were hard, cute as she was.

Everyone went quiet as Safa kept talking.

"The men probably aren't doing any worse being ridden by sluts wit black ears and cute butts and working as fishermen slaves probably. I got stripped, giggled at and ended up on a market. They weren't too bad, so when Dracian saw me, she saw someone just like her." Safa shrugged. "So I have an officer for a mistress. Not bad I guess. She lets me dye my hair, do what I want as long as I do her chores." Safa whispered as if sharing a secret. "She doesn't like girly girls, and boys at all."

*-*-*-*

FOUR YEARS AGO:

Safa was captured by the ship they tried to rob. The days had been hellish, screaming and kicking, she was stripped naked, only calming down when they gave her some wine which was obviously drugged.

Now the dark elven ship had taken their own as well and had locked them below, to be dragged to a monster girl city.

It was fair. They spared their lives, but now she'd get to be a slave. And she hated the mocking monster girls who poked and pushed her belly every time. In the had, she had to be gagged when she tried to bite a dark elf, and hogtied, naked, under the ship with the wet boards on her naked body as she grunted and struggled.

She had been quite docile when she was dragged to land, ankles tickled, oiled, and put in shackles. Her mind had gone quite blank, helplessly feeling the chains on her.

Bad luck.

"Move!" The dark elf captain barked an order, a woman with opulent white hair pulled the coffle of pirates, now stripped to shorts, and in the case of Safa, completely nude, chained to each other except her.

The pirate men walked in a daze, too tired from gangrape by horny dark elf skanks, each quite satisfied.

The pirates were surprised she had been a girl, looking almost like a boy with flat breasts on her sunburnt skin, looking hatefully at the dark elves, the cuffs on her ankles with chains. Her wrists were cuffed in front of her, flat breasts with erect brown nipples, her body slim and sunburnt.

A dark elf had been particularly mindful of her, leading her by the arm herself.

"Slim but cute!"

"Yeah. Looks boyish, I love those tanlines on her cute butt! Real cute too! "Don't touch me" and all that!" The ebon-skinned slut giggled, earning a death glare as the naked girl struggled in her chains, toned, the sunburnt body being touched and tickled by the dark elves who dragged her as a captive. Pirate or not, it even hurt her sensibilities. She had only robbed a passenger, not violated or even captured people for ransom.

And now they had taken her everything, even clothes.

Nudity was the worst...and the strangest thing amongst the monstergirls Safa hated. The passersby smiled at her, admired her as she was taken from the ship and dragged to a marketplace where more monster girls, some dark elven, some exotic succubi or Blue Oni, stared at her with intensity, and handed the dark elf tradeswomen some coins from purses, beautiful slender hands touching and exchanging coins.

She glared at the Blue Oni lady, in an opulent dress, horns jutting from her forehead, beautiful slender glasses staring at her naked body, and the pirates looking around with stupefied looks.

"What did you skanks bring from the sea? Weren't you out trading? Did the humans sell their criminals or something?"

The dark elf sailor girl just shrugged: "Some pirates trying to rob us. You can have the girl and one boy, floor price." The Blue Oni looked Safa, and a young man up and down.

"Hmm...I can sell them both I guess. She is really hostile, you know. I'm only paying you full because she looks exotic. Some mamono like tomboys." She spoke, smoking her pipe and writing on her ledger.

They removed her cuffs and pushed her into a vacant cage, and blew her a kiss, these evil dark elf sluts. Safa wanted to curse and scream at them but the Blue Oni frowned at her and pointed to a ballgag.
"Don't. I don't want to gag or hurt you. Sit still and wait for a buyer." The Blue Oni chided her with a neutral look, with no malice in her voice. "I'm a respectable slave trader and I want you to end up with a good owner."

Too tired, Safa nodded, and with a distant, arrogant smile on the Oni's part, had received a hot loaf of bread, a beaker of water, and a blanket to sit or cover her body. She didn't thank her: they had taken everything, and she would now work for some monster or even...

...did monster women have sex with human girls? She had heard rumors...And Safa feared sex with good reason.

She sighed, giving up on covering herself completely. Her cage was comfortable, to be honest, with a row of cages holding pirates, criminals, and bandits from human lands that came to raid them. All were sitting quietly, some in pleasure, some happy, some looking crestfallen as monster girls passed them by, chatting, laughing and shopping next to them with interested eyes.

Moping sadly, she waited for what would happen.

The city was strange, built from purple-painted bricks leading to towers and spires with monster girls walking along with subservient humans who met their every whim. They kissed, cuddled and lived together, the atmosphere quite relaxed.

And she was in a clean cage with a lock on it, next to humans who waited for strange monsters that would take them home to work for them.

"Best slaves here! Get your servant or lover, citizens!"

The Blue Oni's hawker, a little goblin girl with a straw hat and a whip on her belt was shouting at the passersby, showing the cages with humans sitting in them, naked women in cages or tied to poles, some squatting with leashes around their ankles, looking tired, some hopeful, some happy and some upset.

One particularly rebellious female captive was suspended by her feet upside down, blindfolded, mouth gagged with a ballgag, hands tied behind her with a pair of buzzing dildoes inserted to her asshole and pussy, a price tag tattooed to her buttocks. She thrashed occasionally when an orgasm wracked her body, the goblin laughing and slapping her ass to turn her around.

The humans held the bars, being checked by buyers for their bodies' worth. A young woman wearing a wizard's robe shrugged off her robes, stepping outside naked as a family of Lamia, snake women, measured her body and bought her, led by a leash.

Another monster girl, a young goblin, squeezed and palpitated a young boy's penis and balls, smiling. The boy had been tied to a pole, helplessly groaning when hands pinched his buttocks, his nipples, and nose.

"400! I'll buy!"

"300 for the warrior woman? No way!" The Orc inspecting the humans protested, checking her purse looking another muscular woman standing naked, her muscles not obstructing her feminine beauty. The woman herself was quite happy, spreading her legs next to the bars so the buyers could check out her shaven cunt and leg muscles.

An inspecting goblin found her muscle mass fit for heavy work.

Eventually, the warrior adventuress was fitted with a leather harness and gagged with a bitgag, an enterprising Ponygirl express owner, a young goblin yoking her to a cart.

"Thank you! Next!"

They did not buy her.

Safa grit her teeth, her hatred for everyone like bile in her mouth. Her father for fondling her on her lap, her shipmate's suspicion, it was as if everything in the world had hated her. Her soul sinking, alone and now on sale like a pet, she sniffled, tears forming in her eyes.

"I don't want to end up like this..."

Formed into a naked ball on her ass, Safa hugged herself, eyes teary. She could not bring herself to cry in front of all these. So the pretty tomboy curled up, sitting, and watched what would happen. At least they had put plenty of water and good-smelling bread on a low tray.

She still feared sex.

Sex.

So simple to say it.

Her first was that of incest and her father. It was something she hated. She hated sex. She hated beautiful women, she hated men. What if they'd force her? What if human MEN would buy her? Was it possible?

She would slit her own throat first.

Finally, her heart sank, and warm tears dropped to her feet. Wiping them, she tried to cover her crotch and squatted, looking around. The world hated her, that's for sure.

Even the distant looking, long-haired Amazoness, a strange monster girl that looked at her with disdain.

"Hmph. Too small. Like chicken. Worthless for farming, humans only good for farming."

"Agreed sister." Her sister, another Amazoness, a muscled, horned, tailed woman with a giant sword. Safa smirked, looking away angrily. The world hated her.

"Keep her for sex or breeding?"

That did it. She was about to scream when the Red Oni sitting next to her cage, overseeing her slaves, suddenly poked her with a frown and a finger on her lips through the bars.

"YOU LITT-"

"What's your problem?"

Safa snapped, turning to face the Blue Oni's beautiful, regal face with a flash of anger, her button nose, little black eyes and little mouth flashing in anger.

"What's MY problem? You-"

A spell's blue flash paralyzed her, and she was frozen. Angrily, the Red Oni woman, wearing blue robes, and a whip, dragged her by the shoulders to the building behind them and closed the door. With a snap of her fingers, Safa felt the paralysis wear off, standing before an upset, but quiet Blue Oni.

"Explain yourself, slave."

Safa froze in fear. She had a whip and they were alone. Her anger fading, she mumbled:

"Are you going to beat me?"

...

"No." The Blue Oni's anger faded, her face serious. "Explain. You're saved from death, taken ashore to be put to work. And I fed you fresh bread, gave you plenty of water and a blanket. Why did you attempt to shout at the buyer? I don't want to bind you as I did to the adventurer woman on the hook...You seem nice...What's your problem?"

"My problem..." Safa blubbered, lips quivering.

The Blue Oni quietly waited.

"...She called me weak..." Was a quiet whimper of a reply. The Blue Oni kept listening. "I'm not weak..." She smirked, motioning the human girl to continue.

"Why did you snap at sex? Isn't it a wonderful, pleasurable thing?"

Safa's lips quivered, eyes teary.

"I...HAT E SEX!"

She broke down, crying, on her feet. She didn't care if she was going to be slapped. She poured her life story, how she hated it, how she hated her father. She told the Blue Oni everything from start to finish, her listening with a straight face.

"HE DID IT! I HATE BEING TOUCHED! I HATE SEX! KILL ME IF YOU WANT, I WILL NEVER HAVE SEX AGAIN! I WILL NEVER TOUCH A MAN!"

"Why?"

"THE WORLD HATES ME THAT'S WHY!" She squealed in tears, expecting a slap.

Instead, a hand landed on her head, ruffling her hair softly.

When she bawled her eyes out, the Blue Oni sighed. She hated being soft, but this one was broken badly. Plus she kind of liked the little tomboy.

"Sshh.."

Grumbling, the Blue Oni consoled her for a while and waited for her to end crying.

"Listen."

She looked Safa in the eyes.

"What happened was sad. But that doesn't mean you have to turn your back on everything pleasurable. And the world doesn't hate you. You are just in bad luck, and ended up a slave. But it's not the end."

Safa sniffled, hair a mess, the Blue Oni trying to comb it...

"Now no one will buy a girl who is a wreck and cries her eyes out. You won't have a nice owner if you cry like that." Safa sniffled, wiping her face. "If you look happy, pretty and sociable, you can have a very good owner. Monster girls treat women quite gently."

"Really?" Safa sniffled.

"Really. Give me a smile? I'm a merchant, and I want my property clean and taken care of."

Sighing, Safa strained, forcing a smile.

"That's more like it. Good girl." She petted her cheek. "We go back, you go to your cage, and look pretty and willing. Ask what they do, kindly ask them to buy you, tell them you work hard, and do not flinch when your body is seen naked. They will inspect it. Get it?"

Safa was quiet. After a long silence, she nodded.

"Yes."

*-*-*-*

The Blue Oni led the naked girl outside, opening the cage again. She put her inside and got back to writing her accounts. The suspended adventurer woman was now sitting on her ass, nodding when the goblin removed most of her restraints and chided her to stay still.

"Just do as others do. We'll find a nice owner for you."

Safa sighed, and obliged. Worse, her little pussy started to feel warm, standing naked in a small cage to be looked at, nowhere to hide. Looking around, she tried to look at least half-normal. She was still sure the world hated her.

A passing Lamia lady smiled at her.

Safa found herself weakly smiling back.

"See? They like a cute tomboy like you. Look cute, show your body and talk to them."

Safa nodded at the Blue Oni and kept leaning on the bars, showing her nakedness. A few monster ladies, shopping with their daughters, looked at her and smiled, talking to each other, and looking at the caged humans.

Some of the women in the cages were talking, smiling, to monster buyers. Given dresses, they followed the monsters after being bought. They docilely followed them, Safa watching them. The pirate boy Safa slept on his bunk was taken out of a cage and given to an Orc girl, who, in all her green, muscular bulk, seemed to croon over him with a happy face, her fur bikini too tight for her clothes.

"I like the humie! Thanks!"

"Don't mention it." The Blue Oni shook her hand and draped a leather collar around the boy's neck. "There you go! He likes you already!"

Both giggled. The boy was erect as a flagpole even in his flimsy shorts, who muttered an apology, only to be laughed at and his back patted.

A few succubi shoppers, with expensive clothing bags and shoes, wearing bright jewelry stopped before her cage, looking at her naked body.

"200? Not bad. Turn around would you?

Safa nodded, showing her body, her breasts, and ass to the monster girls who pensively looked at her skin.

"Tanlines are SO fashionable this decade, cousin...Hey, can we touch your skin?"

They were quite likable, so Safa felt at ease.

"Sure." She came closer, feeling their gentle hands touch her belly. They were soft and gentle. She bit her lips when the succubus reached and gently inserted a finger into her pussy, making her flinch.

"Clenches good. Scars in vaginal walls? Poor thing..."

Safa sighed.

"Maybe later."

Safa sat down, watching them leave.

...

An hour passed before Safa saw a mysterious monster passing the cages. A cloaked, winged, strange ...thing wandered by, looking at the cages under...its cloak. The strange, draconic being walked by, looking at each naked, standing human in the cages with a pensive look. Safa felt her blood chill as her eyes, after watching the merchandise, were locked on her.

Naked, helpless and caged, Safa gulped audibly.

A crooked claw came out of the cloak, beckoning to her. The voice was soft and sexless.

"I like this one's appearance."

Safa's heart leaped. She was about to be bought as a slave.

"Come closer. Let me look at you."

"Y-yes."

Under the cloak, her voice was soft. Shivering, Safa approached the bars as the Blue Oni slave merchant smiled at her, and gently extended a hand, pulling her out to stand naked before the draconic being.

"Come, sweetie. There's nothing to fear. The nice buyer just wants to look at the merchandise."

Shivering in the breeze, Safa stood naked before the creature.

It nodded, and gently took her face, checking her tongue and teeth with a soft, clawed hand. Safa shivered when she pulled out her tongue softly and nodded, its face invisible. Her hands started squeezing Safa's naked nipples, who could not stop but moan a bit, the Blue Oni looking pleased with her docility.

"Not so bad, is it?"

"I...Guess.s.." Safa whimpered, biting her lips. The Dragon nodded, teeth gleaming with a grin.

"Spread your legs a bit and turn around."

Clearly aroused, Safa turned, her face beet red. The creature was cupping her asscheeks, feeling for her firmness, patting her legs. It was quite gentle as if the creature was petting a cat, its hands gently rubbing Safa's flat bottom with tenderness.

"Her skin is soft."

Her heart beat fast when other buyers looked at her with a smile, and she closed her eyes, savoring the touches on her body.

"Her posterior is quite plush, though small. Her breasts are quite small too. I like girls that look genderless." The dragon spoke to Blue Oni. "If it is not too much trouble, I would like to check her genitalia for illnesses, and her anus for flexibility. Spread your legs, relax your asscheeks and lean back, I will not hurt you, human." Safa whimpered, but obliged, feeling the creature's hands gently spread her petals and probe inside, stopping short.

"Healthy, but I sense she is abused, her vaginal walls have scars."

Much to Safa's pleasure, a small, well-lubricated finger gently entered her puckered asshole, rubbing to check her anal circumference.

"I can train her asshole. Her anal muscles are quite yielding, in a week she can take my tail and more."

The dragon kept poking and massaging Safa's asshole, gently massaging it with her little finger, her other hand cupping her genitalia, and pressing on her little pleasure button.

Safa felt it very pleasurable being checked like this.

"She seems docile, quiet, and small, nice little fucktoy. Who is she?"

The Blue Oni nodded, smiling sweetly and adjusting he glasses.

"A pirate brat the dark elves picked from the sea. Per the laws of the sea, she was their property. I try to find a good home for the stray human. Young bodies sell like hotcakes."

Safa blushed as if she was a pet being given away.

"Pirate." The creature grunted, mumbling. "She isn't dangerous, is she? Sexual abuse i sense in her body. Pirate girls are often raped by humans, and it does not bode well for them."

"No..." The Blue Oni interjected. "She is quite timid, a bit hurt. Paternal issues, afraid of sex with men. 200 Gold, floor price for wild catches."

"I see." The dragon nodded. "Pity. They hurt their own children and call us monsters. I can make use of her. Girl?" She asked Safa.

"You don't mind women, do you?" Safa shook her head hesitantly. Timidly, she asked:

"Are you a woman?"

The Blue Oni was frowning at her impudence but stayed silent. The Dragon pulled its hood back, revealing an androgynous face with burning amber eyes, scales on her face, and a body that looked equally same as a young woman, or a man.

A Draconewt, with sharp fangs and a strong body.

The creature spoke with a gentle tone, rumbling:

"Does my gender matter to you? I want you for myself, I will not hurt you, and I will not abuse you. You will live with me, and do my chores. I may be a man who wants you in my bed because I want your body, which I find quite attractive to my tastes."

"You...find me..." She pointed at her, sunburnt, skinny and boyish. "...attractive?"

"Yes." The answer was short.

Safa licked her lips. What if it was a male? Did male monsters exist?

"If I were a man, would you shudder and recoil when I approach you? Would you hate me? Be honest with me." Its manly voice rumbled. "You are a bargain and I need a servant in the army. "

...

"Would you be repulsed if I were a male Draconewt looking to have a child with you? A monster baby in your arms?"

Safa blinked, mind racing with thoughts.

Her cage showed a sign saying "200 gold pieces"

Safa looked down, thinking. Naked, helpless and surrounded by people, she was about to have a new subservient life. And it looked nice, the creature clearly desired her body. The Blue Oni lady was quiet. Safa said nothing, making the creature nod.

"I'll buy this one. Two hundred." A purse landed on the Blue Oni's hands, who nodded and smiled. She took a leather collar and fastened it around the naked girl's throat.

Safa did not resist when a stamp was pressed on her asscheeks, stamping her buttocks as a slave. She was collared and sold. Her mysterious benefactor smiled, extending a hand to caress her cheek.

"I'm Dracian, the Draconewt."

"S-safa." She answered, hugging herself to cover her nudity.

"This won't be necessary. Put these on..." It handed her folded clothes fit for her size, spats, and a tank top. Grateful, Safa dressed hurriedly before leaving.

"Pleasure doing business with you, Lady Dracian." The Blue Oni winked at Safa. "She is an officer in the army. I'm sure you'll get along."

Safa smiled, squeezing Dracian's hand. "Yes, mistress." She was surprised when the Draconewt took her chin, and kissed her lips sensually, her tongue brushing her lips with great pleasure and entering her throat. She shuddered, letting her be squeezed, her body caressed, every inch in a sensual embrace.

"I like you, Safa. Let's go home."

She clasped a small chain on Safa's neck, and simply got before her, walking.

All she had to do was to follow. Looking back at her cage of captivity, she saw the Blue Oni wave at her, and get back to work, counting her coins.

"Welcome to the Mamono Reik, my slave." Dracian smiled at her. "Between us, I don't like men too much either. Would you like to fight alongside me against rift demons? You'll earn a nice sum for yourself and you can be a freedwoman in 4 years tops."

"I'd like that. I was a pirate, and I did fight. The dark elves just got the jump on us."

"I understand. I am fairly certain you can be a good army slave. Would you like a drink?"

Safa smiled and held her hand. The leash wasn't even necessary, they held hands.

*-*-*-*

She had whispered in Dracian's ear as they slept exhausted.

"I...wish I could bear your children..."

Dracian had kissed her deeply and drifted to sleep.

"I wish I were a man for you, sweet human."

Dracian took her to her house and treated her courteously. Living alone, she said, she was an officer affording a nice house, needing a maid, an attendant...maybe a friend.

After a light dinner and chat, they had slept wildly that night, not even waiting to strip each other. The Demon Energy arousing the human, and the Draconewt, long suppressed and tired, had leaped on the human in her room. Kisses, licks, and cuddles turned to bites and tongues invading each other's thighs, and the Draconewt had shown her tail was quite flexible, gently showing her that being penetrated wasn't a horrible thing.

"Let me show you something just as pleasurable. Trust me."

Safa felt the cold lubricant being rubbed around her pink backhole, ass raised on a pillow. The Draconewt was gentle, relaxing her sphincter with soft pushes with a cold, lubricated finger. Lining up her tail, she took special care to enter her new slave's ass gently, spreading her cheeks as she thrust.

Safa felt warm, pleased, and delirious. She had screamed when Dracian had jammed her tail inside her ass that her stomach bulged, feeling her heartbeat inside her tail.

"I will train your ass so well that you'll take my tail every day, understood?."

"YES MISTRESS!" She had lost all resistance, the long tail pounding her tiny ass. Dracian thrust her tail, riding the little tomboy like a cocksleeve. Turning her head, Safa kissed her fiercely, her heart melting with lust and love.

Dracian was a great kisser, laughing as she danced her tongue with hers.

The next day, Safa was so sore and bruised, her asshole distended that-

*-*-*-*

Back to reality, today.

"Perfect match huh?"

...

"SAFA?"

She came back to reality.

Joana smiled at her and made Safa smile with a happy sigh.

"Yeah. She's warm once you get her to open up. I love her. I really do."

A passing mamono, a dark priestess by the looks, patted her head.
"I'm very grateful you found sex and love here." The succubus priestess' tail was locked with a padlock, high heels on her feet as she walked next to the humans with a royal stride.

"Thanks." Safa smiled and sighed back, reminiscing and shaking her hand. "I'm in love with a dragon woman that looks like a man."

The Dark Priestess laughed, blessed her forehead and left for the army march.

"Goddess bless you, girl."

They followed the monster girls with supplies until it was time to stop by a barked order from a Salamander woman.

"All right, bitches! Tents up, asses down! We set up camp! Auxilia! Get your human butts over here before I have to tie you and tickle till your twinkle-toed Lescatian asses are red from the spanking!"

The Auxilia hurried and stood at attention before the smirking Salamander girl who regarded the skimpy dresses with a chuckle, a row of neat humans, big and small, pretty and plain, to serve her army.

"What are you called you little humie?"

She was standing in Karya's face in a flash.

"I'm called Karya, Ma'am..." She blurted out, admiring the woman in front of her. Like kit, she had a lizard tail, but her scales were golden like fire, a small wisp of fire dancing on the tip of her draconic tail, her hands and feet more clawed than Kit's relatively human appearance.

Her face was scarred, one eye whitened with a sword blow, and a claw mark on her cheek, her face a pretty but scarred picture of strength with no sign of pity.

"WHAT THE FUCK OF A NAME IS THAT YOU SKILLY LITTLE BIRD, YOU THINK YOUR KEEPER JUST BROUGHT YOU HERE TO HAVE FUCKING PICNIC?! I BET YOU ARE THE KIND OF GIRL THAT WOULD BE PEGGED BY A LIZARD TAIL AND NOT EVEN HAVE THE GODDAMN COURTESY TO GIVE HER A SMACK AROUND ON HER ASS YOU LITTLE HUMAN MAGGOT! WE ARE HERE TO SMACK SOME RIFT DEMONS!" Spittle flew in Karya's face as she flinched. "WE ARE HERE TO SAVE WHAT GETS YOU RAPED AND MURDERED IN THE DARK YOU LITTLE TWINKLETOED COCKSUCKING TOMBOY, SPLITTING YOUR PRETTY ROUND ASS IN TWO AND MAKE YOU THEIR BITCH *AND* MEAL, NOT EVEN FUCKING NECESSARY IN THIS ORDER... DO YOU UNDERSTAAAAAAAAAND!!"

Spittle rained on Karya's face, feeling discipline and domination for the first time after her captivity and domestic bliss.

"Y-yes...ma'am!" She whimpered as the Salamander girl smirked, drew breath...

Karya flinched...

...and she did scream.

"IT IS DRILL SERGEANT PYRA YOU MO-ROOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOON! MAGGOOOOOOOT! NOW SOUND OFF LIKE YOU GOT A PAIR OF HUMAN BALLS RATHER THAN A LITTLE CUNT DOWN THERE!"

"YES SERGEANT PYRA!" Karya squeaked, aroused and shocked by the treatment, a mix of military discipline and sexual domination sparking her brain. Pyra let her go and leaped in the boy's sight with a bounce.

"WHAT'S YOUR EXCUSE!"

She jumped in Patrick' face, his handsome features twisted in fear. Al he could squeak was a weak response:

"E-excuse for what, Ma'am?"

"I'M ASKING THE FUCKING QUESTIONS AUXILIA DO YOU UNDERSTAND ME?"

"Y-Yes ma'am!" The male squirmed...

"WELL THANK YOU VERY MUCH CAN I BE IN CHARGE FOR A WHILE?"

"Yes, ma'am!" The boy was shivering. "I erect...tents?"

"DAMN RIGHT YOU FUCKING DO YOU NUMBNUT MO-ROOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOON! UNLESS YOU ARE A PRETTY FUCKING ALP THAT GETS FUTANARI GIRLS HARD IN HIS FUCKING SPARE TIME TO APPLY LIP GLOSS TO HIS SLUT LIPS AND GET DOUBLE TEAMED BY TWO CENTAUR STUD FUTA GIRLS TILL THEIR HORSECOCKS' FLARED TIP MEET IN HIS FUCKING STOMACH LIKE A STUCK PIG*DAMN FUCKING RIGHT* YOU ONLY WILL AND DO ERECT TENTS IN THE ARMY UNLESS YOU WANT TO ERECT FUTA TENTS IN A FUTANARI BROTHEL AND GET YOUR SHITHOLE EXPANDED LIKE A DARK ELF ON POTATO'S ASS YOU DUMB LITTLE HUMAN SHIT! NOW GET TO WORK AND START BEATING THE PEGS YOU LITTLE CUTE FAGGOT! DO YOU UNDERSTAND?"

He quivered, squeaking...

"Yes, Mam!"

He screamed when the Salamander lashed out and grabbed him by the balls.

"SOUND OFF LIKE YOU GOT A PAIR OR I WILL CRUSH THEM NUTS HUMAN MAGGOT!"

Karya never saw a man scream more with his balls in a vice grip, even the mamono standing at attention and not dare utter a word...not even the petite Dark Elf:

"YES, MA'AM! YES SERGEANT PYRA! I WILL DO I-EEEEEEK!"

The Salamander let him go.

"Get to it boy! GET UP!" Pyra roared. "YOU WILL NOT LAUGH, YOU WILL NOT CRY! I WILL TEACH YOU BY THE NUMBERS, NOW GET UP AND GET TO WORK! REST OF YOU MAGGOTS, GET OUR GRUB, AND GET BUILDING! I WANT THE TENTS SO HARD THEY LOOK LIKE MY HUSBAND WHEN IM ON FULL MOON!"

"YES, MAM!" The humans saluted her and got to work, setting up tents and sheds with amazing alacrity.

Pyra watched with a smirk, barking orders to monster girls as well to set up perimeters and their own tents, human and monster overlooking a valley which showed burning ruins. Kit herself was pretty much ignoring Karya, busy with a small tent and planting stakes around the camp, cute monster girls all around singing marching songs and working along with them.

For the first time since she was captured, Karya felt a little something in her stomach.

A new career and some camaraderie, which came with a lesbian lover, and a family.

She felt warm.

*-*-*-*

"HOW IS THE GRUB GOING?!" Pyra was in Joana's face.

"Sergeant Pyra, we are done, chickpeas with meat-"

"I TOLD YOU HOW IT'S GOING MAGGOT, NOT THE FUCKING MENU I PICKED IT A FUCKING MONTH AGO! IS IT DONE YET?!" Pyra roared, her tail sparking with fire. The humans squeaked and got in line with pots of stew bubbling on the fire.

"YES, MAM!"

"Out-fucking-standing, humans! NOW DISTRIBUTE IT SO MY BITCHES HAVE SOMETHING TO EAT AND I WANT EACH AND EVERY LAST ONE OF YOU SINGING THE ROSE OF FUCKING MARIGNON WITH MY TAIL UP YOUR ASSES IF IT ISN'T DONE BY THE HOUUUUUUUR!"

Karya saluted warily, out of instinct, boobs bouncing in her top. "YES, MAM!"

The salamander stomped towards her, sniffing with her draconic face.

"THE FUCK YOU SALUTED ME FOR YOU HUMAN SHORTY?! THIS ISN'T THE ARMY YOU FIGHT IN! THIS IS THE ARMY YOU SERVE AND FEED US! WHEN I SAY JUMP, YOU JUMP SAYING "HOW HIGH"! WHEN I SAY YOU WORK, YOU WORK! WHEN I SAY SHIT, YOU SAY "WHAT SHAPE MA'AM!" WHEN I SAY YOU GET DOWN ON ALL FOURS TO GET MY TAIL UP YOUR ASS THEN THAT IS WHAT YOU WILL CERTAINLY DO, HAVE I MADE MYSELF CLEEEAAAR!" She screamed, spittle raining on the human's face.

Karya was getting angry. She was still a fighter, a killer and a warrior. Suddenly her eye twitched, standing at attention, she kicked her feet together in a salute:

"With respect ma'am!..."

Everyone went silent, even the monster girls.

Quietly, Kit looked at Karya as Pyra smiled. A smile that froze everyone in place.

"Yes, Karya?" Her sweet words and smile made Kit shiver. It was the martial rage brewing in a grin that would get Karya flogged or spanked silly. Still, she spoke:

"With respect, Ma'am, I was a militia in Lescatie, and I know how to swing a sword, and tear off the head of a Rift Demon that killed my family when I was little! If push comes to shove, I will jam that cooking ladle so far up their asses they'll be tasting Joana's chicken stew till Vespers! AND IF THAT ISN'T FOR YOU, MA'AM, EAT A BAG OF DICKS WHILE I FIGHT WITH MISTRESS KIT WHO SHOWED ME NOTHING BUT CARE TO PROTECT NOT JUST A BUNCH OF MONSTER GIRLS USING HUMANS AS SERVANTS BUT THE WHOLE FUCKING WORLD!"

...

"She's dead..." Napoleona whimpered...

...

The Salamander woman stood up with fire in her eyes, stretched herself as if she was about to attack...

...

And snorted.

"Ha."

She started to laugh...

"Ha...HAHAHHAHAHAHAHAHHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHHAAHHAHA!"

She started to roll on the floor, laughing as the monster girls started to giggle.

"Where did you get this one Kit! Auxilia just carries shit till they are free to go but... Teeheehee!" Pyra looked happy for the first time in life, her beautiful Salamander body gleaming with pink demon energy. "Give the food, girl. We'll talk later..." She turned, slapping Karya's ass and getting a handful, chuckling to herself.

All the humans got to work, looking at Karya as if she was a hero. The Salamander nudged Kit as if sharing a secret joke.

"I like that one."

*-*-*-*

The monster girls ate in loud discussions sitting in circles, each digging into the stew the humans prepared. Around bonfires, several hundred sat and ate, the humans finally able to eat by themselves. Still, they weren't let in peace. The boy named Patrick was already on the lap of a Minotaur girl, sharing her meal with him as others ate and sang.

The Salamander, cross-legged in the middle of the mamono, waved the humans over:

"Get your asses over here, girls." The serpentine girl grinned, patting the ground. Karla slowly walked over, smiling. A strange Harpy girl Karya would learn to be a Gandharva was plucking a pleasant lute.

"Y'know how to dance, joker?"

Karya blinked.

"Yeah, Joker. I think I'll call you Joker." The Salamander grinned, nudging Karya who squatted with her giant sword at her side. All the monster girls were relaxing before they scoured the ruins. It was Karya that asked for it:

"Karya, we are fighting tomorrow..."

Karya blinked.

"Can you dance?" That made the human girl smile.

"You want to dance for you?"

Kit grinned, as well as the monster girls present. Leaning and pulling Karya close, she whispered.

"Do a little striptease for us? I'm sure they'll toss you coins, all yours. After all the fun we had, I'm sure you will enjoy it."

Dance for the amusement of the cute monster women that wanted to lick the human girl all over, taste her skin and enjoy her company. They hooted and clapped their paws, tentacles, hands, and claws, the Gandharva and a friend of hers, a strangely dark-skinned tiger girl started to play a small drum to an exotic tune, as a Lamia girl blowing on a long, wide reed pipe.

Karya's heart beat just as fast, and she started to move a little, a step to the front, and to the right. In her mind, she tried to remember a bellydancer troupe she saw from the south.

"DANCE! DANCE! DANCE!"

The chant inspired her, and finally, Karya started to dance.

*-*-*-*

The monster girls were having the fun of their lifetime.

Karya gyrated, shaking her hips around the fire, with the whole company clapping and watching, enjoying the girl's young curves gleaming near the fire. The whirled and gyrated her belly, thrusting her belly in rhythm with the music.

"TAKE YOUR TOP OFF! A SILVER FOR A TOP!"

"A SILVER!" A werewolf girl howled from a treetop, laughing, her canine features full of joy.

"SHOW US YOUR BOOBS!"

"TOP OFF! TWO SILVER!"

Chuckling, Karya stripped her top off, freeing her breasts to the cheer of the crowd, which screamed in joy, silver coins raining at her feet. In the corner of her eye, she saw Safa and Dracian kissing and hugging, both giving Karya a thumbs up.

Her breasts swinging, Karya gyrated, dancing to the music, and slowly, stripped her bottoms as if by instinct.

When her newly-filling asscheeks were exposed, as well as her shaven cunt, the crowd roared louder, more coins raining at her feet. Naked, wearing only sexy boots, Kyra closed her eyes and laid down, belly dancing on her back, the girls cheering as she snapped her fingers and wiggled her breasts, shaking down the coins raining on her breasts in a silvery rain.

Her body flaring in pleasure, the human danced naked around the fire, the army cheering and clapping louder, the naked girl twirling, gyrating, shaking her ass to the tune. Even Pyra, usually stoic, licked her lips.

For half an hour, other human girls joined the dance, some stripping, some staying dressed, especially Joana, who simply remained clapping and gyrating to the tune.

"Holy shit!"

Safa somersaulted to their middle, picking up a giant lance from a centaur girl.

"COME ON! POLE DANCE!"

The short-haired tomboy winked at Karya, buried the spear with a slam on the ground, its tip reinforcing its hardness. Turning around, she pressed her round asscheeks to the shaft and bent over. Using the pole as leverage, Safa leaped back, shooting her legs up and grabbing its tip with her feet above, suspended on the improvised pole upside down and twirling around it with her legs grasping the shaft.

"HOLY SHIT!" An Orc girl screamed, clapping and tossing Safa some silver coins. "POLE DANCE! SHE REALLY DID IT!"

Kit clapped wildly, pulling the coins and the naked Karya in her arms, kissing her as Safa, the skinny tomboy turned and danced on the pole, the soldier girls whistling and singing a bawdy, rhythmic song.

Karya laughed, kissed and laughed, her body fondled by everyone next to her: she didn't mind counting her silver and pleasure shooting up. Safa danced on the pole, one by one, stripping her clothes until a naked, skinny tomboy turned around the pole, shaking her ass and baring her crotch at monster girls clapping.

It was undisciplined as hell.

But she enjoyed the night as dancing, and singing went on, soon, wrapped in a blanket and sleeping in Karya's arms.

She thought she heard a small whimper as she drifted off to sleep.

"We should marry...mmm..."

*-*-*-*

When the day came, they were woken up by a rattling of pots and pans.

"DROP YOUR BOYS' COCKS AND GRAB YOUR SOCKS LADIES, MAGIC SHOW IN EIGHT O CLOCK! WE ROLL OUT IN AN HOUR! ENOUGH FUCKING AROUND BITCHES!"

Pyra was screaming her head off as she played the pots as drums. Monster girls groaned and got up, splashing their heads with water.

"AUXILIA BITCHES! GET DRESSED AND PACK UP! WE ROLL INTO THE RUINS, FIGHTING IMMINENT! GET IN THE BACK, STAY BACK AND HOPE YOUR KEEPERS DON'T FUCKING DIE!"

Monster girls started polishing their weapons and muskets, swords and axes, the humans falling in line to gather the supplies.

Groaning, the army marched on, to engage the evil inside, remnants of the old war. Karya felt excited and afraid.

Kit could die. She could die. Her new friends were all going to war with eldritch horrors lodged inside this world.

But it was necessary and worth it. Looking around when the caravan started marching, she snatched a giant crossbow, a hand-cranked arbalest, from an ammunition cart. The weapon was a wooden weapon with beautiful steel inscription and several gleaming parts with a large sniper's sight.

Karya decided not to leave it to chance. She was no weakling.

"The fuck I'm staying back," Karya mumbled, her hands fitting the bolt and turning the crank to load the ammunition. The steel bolt slid in with a satisfying click inside the weapon, the human following the army closely, ignoring the worried stares of other Auxilia.

Pyra saw it, but ignored, sternly barking orders as the monster girls formed up, marching to the ruins. Auxilia were allowed to fight demons and non-human threats.

Napoleona, on a black horse, galloped along, darting forward ahead of the group with her binoculars.

*-*-*-*

Napoleona the little dark elf squinted her eyes, almond jewels picking up dark shapes moving up and down across the abandoned streets. Turning her horse around with a nudge, she kicked her heels, galloping back to Pyra's host. Saluting the Salamander, the snappily dressed petite dark elf barked her report, eyes flashing in her cute features.

"Ma'am! A dozen shadow demons up ahead! They seem oblivious to us, shall I snipe any?" She pointed at her new-fangled musket with a rifled barrel, a gleaming scope attached to it.

"No can do, Nap. Stay with us. We have only ten musketeers, four sacks of shot and even fewer mercury rounds."

"Yes, ma'am!" She kept her horse next to them. Pyra snapped her fingers and waved her hands, as a furry gaggle of ten Hellhounds appeared next to Napoleona, all bearing similar guns.

"Musketeers, form up! You go up front, straight line! Any movement means weapons free and dig in!"

"Yes, ma'am!" The hellhound girls saluted with their paws and kept a straight row along Napoleona, everyone approaching the ruins.

...

Napoleona blinked, looking with her binoculars.

In the distance, shadowy figures were lazily wandering the streets, fanged, steaming creatures poking corpses in the streets.

"Shit. These must be the expedition."

Pyra froze, hearing the words. Their sister scouts, some lizard girls, and goblins were amongst the ruins, bodies in rigor mortis impaled on broken beams, eyes open in death.

Karya gasped and held her mouth in horror.

"Fucking...pissants...shit..." She cursed silently. "...bastards!"

And at that moment, the shadowy fanged humanoids' heads snapped towards the street where the monster girls would approach from several hundred yards, and one of them looked up, screaming loud enough to shake the ground.

"Shit...shitshitshitSHIT! AIM!" Pyra screamed in panic and anger. As professional as she was, the horrifying scream emitted from the shadow demons filled her blood with fear!

Apelike shadowy figures started dashing to the monster girl host, galloping on elongated hands and legs, screaming a hunting cry as the ruins came to fire.

"FIRE! FIRE DAMNIT!"

Napoleona and the Hellhound Gendarmerie stopped, aimed, and pulled the triggers.

Explosions shook the air as gleaming, mercury rounds left muskets in otherworldly screams of their own, enchanted to dispel the demonic invaders.

Galloping figures were struck by the rounds, exploding in puffs of smoke. Nine figures tumbled to the ground, exploding in puffs of smoke, one breaking through and approaching the host, mouth open in a horrifying scream.

"SHIT! RAISE PIKES! RELOAD!"

Pyra felt as if she was going to piss herself. Her hand felt sluggish as she raised her blade, too late for the demon leaping at her throat.

Her life flashed around her eyes...Until...

A shining silver bolt lodged in the demon's skull, flashing behind her.

It was Karla, who aimed to kill and fired through the ranks and over Pyra's shoulder, the bolt skewering the screaming creature which died in a gurgling scream in mid-air, dissolving in thin puffs of smoke. Her eyes in grateful shock, she stared at the grim-faced human, now armored, dressed, all lewdness gone.

"Motherfuc-"

Not enough time to thank. More screams and elven war cries erupted, several crossbow bolts of their own appearing and burying in several monster girls' bodies which went down screaming in pain.

"DROW! DROW!" Napoleona screamed on her horse. The next moment she went down, shrieking as her beautiful horse crashed, a crossbow bolt buried in its skull.

"SILVERCLOUD! NO!" She tumbled in a scream of denial above her dead horse.

Her eyes burst into tears. The beautiful horse she had grown up with, had died there and then, beautiful face staring at her.

"NOOOOOOOOOOO!" Screaming teary-eyed, the little dark elf aimed, and fired, a scream and a falling Drow signaling she had blown open his torso, the skinny Drow falling from the rooftop like a sack of potatoes.

"YOU BASTARDS!"

"DRAW AND CHARGE! FOR AGRAT AND LIFE!" Pyra drew a breath and bellowed a warcry, finally her body flaring in rage and fury, her flaming scimitar blazing. "FOR LOVE, LIFE, AND AGRAT! FOR YOUR SISTERS AND HUMANS WE LOVE! CHARGE YOU BITCHES! CHARGE!"

Monster girls screamed, firing muskets, charging and screaming towards the black, eldritch horde that had killed their friends.

*-*-*-*

Laying the crossbow on a tree trunk and pressing a dial, Karya stabilized the arbalest to the improvised barricade. Turning the cranks and laying a clip of bolts on the crossbow, she started to turn the cranks nonstop.

Apparently, the arbalest doubled as a Zhong Guo weapon, the "Chu-Ko-Nu."

Karya aimed, and let loose another bolt, her other hand cranking as if the crossbow was an automatic. Two demons exploded in puffs of soot, and her third buried in a sick, wet noise to a Drow warrior's brain. The creature slumped to the ground, her love, and friend, mistress, and love, Kit, locked in combat with another drow behind the corpse. The lizard girl slammed her tail on the Drow's forehead, her falchion opening its throat in tandem with her tail. Another took its place, as well as several ogre males charging with clubs. A minotaur girl, roaring, charged at one of the ogres, crashing on it and chopping down her ax like mad.
"Aii, fuck your father's enemies!"

The Ogre's head was cleft in two, another slamming her club on the minotaur's side. The girl squealed and crashed, but before the ogre would crush her skull, he froze, a bolt buried in his skull, Karya reloading the weapon.

The minotaur looked up to see Karya, giving a thumbs up.

The battle went on, bolts, muskets, and swords clashing for an hour.

It would be bloody. But Karya had dozens of wooden clips, and plenty of vantages to fire.

*-*-*-*

Several minutes of hellish combat later, Karya removed the safety stakes and hoisted the weapon over her shoulder.

Karya kept running, firing and reloading, a sack of bolts on her back. Drow tumbled dead, shadow demons died, and ogres were left for dead, chopped and sliced by monster girl swords.

Eventually, the battle died down, until Karya saw a single, giant figure in the ruins. Every monster girl had surrounded it, with screams, musket fire, magic bolts, and spells, pinning the gigantic monster.

A shadow-dragon, summoned by innocent blood, was the enemy of the day.

The black, flaming draconic figure was nestled in the ruins, guarding a red-black monolith drenched in blood, and corpses impaled on it.

Kit desperately beat back its black tail with her shield, Karya's heart leaping at her throat.

"STAY BACK!"

The lizard girl rolled back as a tail slammed on a pillar, destroying it.

The creature wasn't free but was struggling in the evil tear in reality. Ever since reality was sealed from horrors like Drow, blood cultists wanted to bring back Maou and undo what Theophilos' sacrifice did.

They would not allow this.

"MERCURY!" Pyra screamed, her hands focused on a flame spell to push back the dragon, its massive bulk from breaking the portal open. "FIRE MERCURY!"

A last, feeble volley of three mercury bullets made the creature shudder and roar to the heavens but made very little effect.

"We're out, mon Commandant!" The gendarmerie Hellhound screamed. "Aiii, baise moi!" She loaded a normal lead round and fired, which did...nothing, the round plinking off the dragon's scales.

"MERDE!"

Arrows and spears did nothing, the monster roaring in rage that sounded like laughter.

Karya froze, her heart clenching.

In her sack, a handful of gleaming silver bolts remained, filled with mercury on the tip. The monster girls were hesitant. The creature tried to break free and fly, wounded and imprisoned by the disrupted ritual. Yet it WOULD break free eventually, and the wizard succubi and the only Yuki-Onna floated exhausted, final spells barely weakening it in icy chains around its ankles.

The portal was in a Lescatian churchyard, innocent nuns, and orphans, children, all sacrificed corpses surrounding it. Her eyes teary with rage, Karya stared in anger at the creature. Then it dawned on her.

Lescatian churches were like fortresses, with holy water towers on top to beat back mamono...perhaps...

It would not hurt.

She tapped Pyra's shoulder, screaming.

"MA'AM!"

"WHAT!" Pyra screamed back.

"It's a church!"

"NO SHIT HUMAN! LOOK, I OWE YOU BUT UNLESS..." She grunted, her fire spell barely keeping the creature from flying. "...YOU HELP RIGHT FUCKING NOW SHUT UP BECAUSE WE ARE IN DEEP SHIT!"

"MA'AM! THERE IS A HOLY WATER DEPOSITORY ON THE BELL TOWER!" She bellowed and pointed. "ANY OF YOUR GIRLS WITH WINGS?!"

Pyra stared at her, realization dawning in her eyes.

She screamed at the Draconewt and the Manticore present "DRACIAN! MUSHAKIS! GET ON THAT BELL AND TIP THE HOLY WATER TOWER ON THAT BEAST!" The two monster girls saluted, stared at Karya with a wary nod and stretched their wings. Both monster girls easily flew on the church, both figures evading a tail trying to swat them out of the sky, Karya flinching in fear. Dancing on the sky, both mamono landed on the giant wooden barrel, and nodding, both started to push, Draconewt and Manticore straining under the load.

The water tower started to creak, the dragon roaring in confusion.

"Come on...Come...ON!" Pyra was praying in hope when the wood started giving in. Grunting, the draconewt and the Manticore screamed in fury, as nails came loose, the water tower starting to bend.

Just when they were about to douse the monster in holy water, the dragon drew in a large breath and aimed at the exposed monster girls who didn't realize it was too late to dodge.

The dragon drew his hell breath, and...

"NO!"

"NOOOO!"

"DRAC! MUSHA! GET DOWN!" Pyra screamed in abject terror. They would burn alive in moments...

Karya, heart racing, did the impossible. Time flowed in long seconds, her eyes locked on the dragon. Aiming in hope, Karya aimed her crossbow, lining up with the dragon's neck, black scales on his throat bulging with bloody red magic, pulled the crank until the device shuddered, and let loose.

She pulled the trigger, the crossbow thrumming with force like a kicking horse.

The last mercury bolt left the crossbow, a final lightning aimed at the creature in a desperate attempt.

The bolt flew true, lodging in a vein inside the lava-filled monstrosity that would burn the two girls in moments with a crunch, skewering the Dragon's throat and destroying its larynx.

Its throat impaled, the dragon coughed, its eyes open in confusion as demonic lava came out as a cough, too weak to hit the girls. The tower came loose with both girls slumping in fatigue, the giant rain of holy water raining on the dragon who choked on its own demon-bile, sparkling water disintegrating it in a massive hiss and an explosion of steam.

Slowly, everyone turned to Karya, who gazed at the monster dying under the water tower's holy pour.

..

"I told you it would work."

"Motherfucker..." Pyra mumbled, frozen in admiration.

*-*-*-*

"THE DRAGONSLAYER!"

They gave a cheer around her, Karya frozen in awe.

Pyra used a small key, pressing on Karya's neck to unlock her slave collar, and removed it.

"I, Pyra declare Karya freedwoman from battle thralldom, as well as a reward of ten thousand gold coins, redeemable in coin or any amenities available, as well as one human male she desires from our markets or towns. Anyone disputes this decree, I will kill them on the spot." Pyra sealed the scroll with wax in her other hand.

"Free the slaves with nine thousand." Karya shrugged, hugging the lizard girl Kit who gazed at her with love and adoration. "Any Auxilia from here first, then whoever wants to be free. Hand me one thousand gold, use the rest to Fraterni Caritas or just yourself to free humans who want out." She spoke bluntly, describing the slave-freeing charity.

She shrugged, tossing the crossbow to the cart.

"I want to go home and shop with Kit. I paid you girls who took me with more than enough. Pay me back in kindness."

"That you did, you fiery crazy motherfucker...Keep the scroll, one human male is yours as long as you keep this."

Pyra was reverent, respectful, and quiet.

It had been hard, it had been sad. The humans living in the former city friendly to mamono had all been butchered. Another monster-friendly Lescatian enclave was butchered to the last by a conspiracy.

The scouts visiting the overrun town had been sacrificed for a ritual, they were never coming back home. Pyra knew many had families. Their slaves would be freed: either going home, or they would mourn, and probably go back to human lands in sorrow.

Several mamono from the host died, as well as Napoleona's familiar horse who had a sentient mind of his own.

Death was always a sad reality.

But a demon-dragon summoned by blood magic had died, as well as a plot to bring Maou's hordes back. And they owed it to a slave-soldier they made. The mamono were quiet in reflection, looking at embracing Kit and Karya.

The march was slow, with no laughter, but with warm friendship, uneventful. Pyra had a field day before her to choose and manumit human slaves wanting to be free, and a lot of dark elves to beat up if they protested. Karya had earned her salt and decided just that.

She liked the human. Certainly, a triple-date with Kit and Karya might be possible in the future. Karya didn't know Pyra had made passes at Kit, who did not mind.

*-*-*-*

Captured, worked, taken and fallen in love, Karya returned to her hostess with triumph. Hand in hand, they laughed, drank and sang going home, taking their time, kissing under trees and kissing each other in public, and spending a day in a town like lovers. They had a thousand gold coins plus heaps of silver from Karya's striptease, as well as several trinkets from the ruins, and a big bag of jewelry sold for a nice sum.

"I cannot believe this..."

Kit held her hand, both girls marching home. The townsfolk they passed looked at them with respect, her neck free from the slave collar, the girl scratching her neck in its absence.

"Damn...I was getting used to being your slave." Karya giggled, rubbing her neck.

"How about...you voluntarily get re-enslaved by me?" Kit smiled at her.

Karya turned, kissing Kit's lips, who hugged her and kissed her back.

"A voluntary slave collar doubling as marriage necklace?" She pointed to a row of steel, lockable collars hanging from the Zipangu Restraint Shop, with jewels and heart designs.

Kit gasped in happiness finding the idea VERY likable. The law had nothing against voluntary slavery, not even Agrat, who encouraged it. Their kiss was all the more passionate, Ssra in for a big surprise when they were back.

They were passing an opulent building with barred windows with beautiful young men wearing shorts sitting in orderly rows, overseen by an elderly dark elf lady reading a book, the boys staring at the embattled couple with hopeful glances who stood before the building.

"Let's get a nice boy for us. Lady Greba's Slave Market?"

"Sure. One free, maybe one more? Your mother wanted one, I think we can get one more, plus some shopping." Karya smiled. "I know you'd treat them as they deserve..."

"Hey, the loot was as big as the sack. Maybe two boys? Would you like a girl to work for you instead?"

"Nah." Karya shrugged, smiling. "Let's not get ahead of ourselves."

Kit pulled her by the hand, the dark elf lady adjusting her glasses and shaking their hands with respect and motioning them in. No doubt she heard from the runners...

"Please, come in! You are the girl they are talking about all day! My boys, all decent young men, would LOVE to share you ladies' beds!"

Kit grinned from ear to ear: a slave, a marriage, and men to fill her bed. It was as if the universe decided to pour fortune on her!

"Alright...Mom wanted a blond man with a decent-sized cock, maybe long hair, what will you have?"

Karya scoffed.

"Whoever feels alright with us both. You'll realize features don't matter much rather than character. Not many men can share a bed with two women and keep the good character, trust me. I'm young but I know men." Karya shrugged, eager to share a man with Kit, the dark elf lady Greba sagely nodding and politely motioning her boys to line up.

"Line up, boys, the nice ladies will pick which one will share his life with them! Be good and polite, these two are war-heroes and kind ladies!"

Karya grinned, watching the boys before her, as well as Kit. Young and adult, the men looked quite glad to see lovely ladies looking at them with lusty eyes.

Greba grinned.

*-*-*-*

Ssra laughed in surprise: Kit was leading three humans by the arm, one of them her wife-to-be behind her, Karya who was now fitted with an opulent slave collar, with two men in tow but arm-in-arm with Karya as lovers they were. Even now they could not help but grope the human and Kit, who giggled and nudged them to be quiet.

"Mom's here!"

Their bedrooms would be busy, and Ssra's loneliness would end, a young man she could spoil and act the stepmother, or an older wife with a long, fruitful, happy life for all.

It was a happy end of sorts.

May the spirit of R. Lee Ermey forgive me. He was a good marine and a good improviser in drilling men.