Acceptance

Making their way over to Paine, Yuna immediately used Cura on her, prompting the ashen, silver-haired swordswoman to crumple from relief, conveniently landing in Andrew's arms.

"You okay...?" asked Andrew.

"I'm fine..." groaned Paine, forcing herself to stand, her wine-red eyes looking between Andrew and Yuna as she remarked, "A Summoner and her Guardian? Tell me, where are the sentries that are supposed to be blocking the road? What of Maester Kinoc...?"

"The former, you can see for yourself," said Andrew, gesturing to the beach visible from the cliff's edge.

Staring down at the festive scene below, a look of profound confusion and disbelief marred Paine's face as she asked, "Did they win? Were they able to repel Sin...?"

"It would be more accurate to say that 'we' repelled him, but it's definitely a victory for all of Spira," Andrew ascribed, compelling Paine to look back at him and Yuna.

"Then...is this the beginning of a new Calm?" asked Paine, a glimmer of hope and relief in her distinctive red eyes.

"It's the beginning of a new era," answered Yuna, adopting a smile as she appended, "And, if you're willing, I'd like you to be a part of it."

"What do you mean...?" asked Paine, regaining a confused, naturally surly look.

"I don't expect you to believe my words alone, but Andrew here is from another world. It was with his help and the help of his allies that we could destroy Sin's current form," explained Yuna.

Lending some credence to Yuna's statement, Andrew raised his tail and waved at Paine with the tip. Her expression became even more confused, but since the vanquishing of Sin wasn't exactly something that could be covered up or twisted by misinformation, she continued listening to their explanation. She didn't believe them at first, obviously, but when Andrew began supplementing Yuna's words with details related to her personal life, she eventually accepted his friend request to experience the truth for herself...

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"The voice in my head that tells me when something's a bad idea is being very vocal right now..." remarked Andrew, staring at the scene before him with a forced smile.

"Mayhaps, and for that, I apologize. However, I cannot remain the only one incapable of traveling freely between the worlds of our alliance," said the dainty, pink-haired girl seated between Andrew's legs in the bath, her green eyes focused on his half-erect penis as she did her best to keep it lively.

Seeing the doll-like girl, Nanamo, caress and tentatively lick his dick with her tiny tongue, Andrew was tempted to elevate her permissions and be done with it. However, as he had long decided to take that particular truth to the grave, he remained silent and, to his surprise, gradually got used to the somewhat disconcerting scene.

Exhaling a sigh of relief, Nanamo remarked, "I was beginning to think your not-so-little friend here would be impossible to rouse fully..."

"Well, it's not like you're ugly or anything..." said Andrew, adopting a wry smile as he added, "You're just...very petite..."

Unoffended by Andrew's remark, Nanamo covered her mouth to stifle an amused laugh before lowering her hand to muse, "It is for that reason that I prepared a special item. Shall we make for your chambers?"

"Sure..." replied Andrew, rising to his feet and towering over Nanamo even more than usual as she was seated. When she stood up after him, raising her hands with the clear intention of having him carry her, the smile on his face became marginally more awkward. However, as he had already made up his mind before letting things develop as they had, he carried her from the bath, set her down on a nearby rug to dry her off, and then picked her back up to complete their journey to the bed.

"There's no need to be so nervous..." muttered Nanamo, but the audible quivering of her voice made it difficult to tell if she was talking to Andrew or trying to convince herself. When he set her on the bed, however, she pointed to the jewelry box she had him place on the nightstand, saying, "Open that box and take a sip from the vial within," in her usual, resolute tone.

Following Nanamo's instructions, Andrew opened the ornate wooden box to find an elaborate potion bottle filled with a glittery, perpetually shifting rainbow liquid. A quick insert into his Inventory revealed the potion to be a Phial of Fantasia. However, unlike the version in the game, which let players customize and choose another race for their characters, it was a variant that temporarily transformed the consumer into a Lalafell for a set period.

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Realizing that Nanamo intended to secure her permissions 'directly,' Andrew briefly turned to meet the Sultana's expectant, somewhat fiery gaze before adopting a smile, shrugging his shoulders, and taking a swig of the surprising tart yet delectable potion. The thought of becoming a Lalafell didn't exactly enthuse him, but he didn't mind if it was only for a few hours.

Feeling his body tingle and heat rapidly, Andrew carefully corked the remaining Phial of Fantasia and set it back in its container before sitting on the edge of the bed. As he did so, the world around him seemed to become progressively larger, his focal range broadening as his feet left the ground, retracting rapidly until his legs dangled off the edge.

"How curious..." remarked Nanamo, now appearing much larger as she crawled over to Andrew's side, tentatively grasping his still-present but much shorter tail. The Phial of Fantasia could alter a person's appearance and even change their race down to their genes, but if they were missing a limb or, in Andrew's case, possessed an extra one, the trait would carry over. It was different in the game, but that wasn't saying much.

"This is really weird..." remarked Andrew, staring at his tiny hands and the rest of his body. Lalafells were undoubtedly small, but it was wrong to say they resembled children. They were more like well-proportioned midgets with long, pointed ears and large eyes. In Nanamo's case, she had small mounds on her chest that denoted her status as a proper adult while he, despite his more diminutive size, was still packing. If anything, it looked even bigger than usual, but that was mainly due to his shift in perception and his increased focal range.

"Oh, my..." muttered Nanamo, peeking over Andrew's shoulder to get an idea of what she was working with. It was certainly more manageable, as Andrew's previous penis was nearly the length of her arm, but it was still quite large and nearly as thick as her wrist.

'Well, it should be fine...' thought Nanamo, aware that there were brothels where Lalafells even smaller than her accepted Roegadyn clientele, most of which exceeded 220cm in height. Thus, while she might not be able to accept it completely, Nanamo was confident she would eventually be able to accommodate Andrew's full, unaltered size.

Catching Andrew a little off guard, as he was temporarily paralyzed by a sense of dysmorphia, Nanamo grabbed his half-flaccid penis with her left hand and began stroking it, her voice warming the tip of his pointed ear as she asserted, "The fastest way to acclimate to a new form is to make use of it..."

"You're not wrong..." conceded Andrew, lying on his back and gazing at Nanamo's face from below. He felt a sense of incongruency seeing her so 'big' despite her appearance remaining the same, but he got over it pretty quickly when she placed her right hand on his forehead, moving aside his bangs before leaning over to kiss him. He expected the kiss to be chaste and fleeting, but Nanamo apparently had a different idea as they started to make out, eventually resulting in her lying atop him as he squeezed her surprisingly bubbly butt. It looked incredibly small when he was normal-sized, but now that he was only 7cm taller, Nanamo's ass felt as large as Minfilia's in his hands.

Separating from Andrew's lips, Nanamo wore a mischievous smile as she licked her lips and asked, "Are you fond of my bottom...?"

"I'm just now realizing how big it is..." remarked Andrew, earning himself another peck on the lips before Nanamo smiled and asserted, "Well, I am regarded as quite the ripe maiden among Lalafell. If I were to arrange my suitors in a queue, they'd form a line a thousand malms long..."

Punctuating her words, Nanamo sat up, repositioning herself so that she was seated atop Andrew's shaft, pinning it to his abdomen with her soft, squishy, and remarkably wet pussy. She had 'practiced' quite a bit to be ready to rear children in the future, but she wanted Andrew to be the one to insert his dick inside of her rather than 'forcing' the matter by doing it herself.

Placing her hands on Andrew's soft, round-looking, but incredibly toned abdomen, Nanamo began moving her hips, narrowing her green eyes and staring at him as she deliberately rubbed her clit against his glans, both to stimulate herself and entice him. Fortunately, she didn't have to wait long as Andrew raised her bottom, adjusting her position so that his glans was pressed to her malleable entrance, stretching it to capacity as he inserted the tip and let her body weight do the rest.

Exhaling a long, impassioned sigh, Nanamo's breathing became notably labored as she adopted a smile and whispered, "We've become one..." in her sultry, British-sounding accent.

'Against my better judgment...' appended Andrew, but only in his mind. In reality, he adopted a smile, adjusting Nanamo's hips so the tip of his dick was pressing against her cervix as he questioned, "You realize this makes you my woman, right...?"

"I don't recall agreeing to such a thing..." mused Nanamo, narrowing her eyes into a somewhat impish grin. Before she could retract her statement and agree to Andrew's assertion, however, he adopted a wolfish grin and countered, "Then I guess I'll have to help you realize it with my actions..."

Bucking his hips with a bit of force, Andrew caused Nanamo to bounce atop him, his penis nearly slipping out but managing to stay inside as he wrapped his tail around her waist like an anchor. Then, while squeezing her bottom, he quickly established a good rhythm, bouncing her atop him and impaling her clingy pussy with deep, impactful thursts. He originally intended to hold back a bit, but as she had no trouble accepting him, he assumed she either had a decent amount of experience or had practiced quite a bit since their initial encounter.

Regardless of the truth, Nanamo surprised Andrew by exhaling a laughing moan as she reached up to remove the ribbons from her hair, letting it fall freely past her shoulders. Lalafells were able to compete with other races due to their high 'adaptability' and the fact they could be just as strong as the hardiest of Roegadyn. Andrew may have thought he was being rough with her, but Nanamo found his actions humorous as she leaned forward and placed her hands on his shoulders, putting a stop to his movements as she smiled, narrowed her eyes 'menacingly,' and teased, "Perhaps it is you who shall become mine..."

Gripping Andrew's shoulders like a vice, Nanamo began to raise and lower her hips like a jackhammer, slamming her ass and pelvis against Andrew's with enough force to shake the bed and send ripples through both of their bodies. Another 'feature' of Lalafells was that they were the most sexually charged of the sovereign races that called Eorzea home. It wasn't merely for profit that they had legalized prostitution and permitted the building of public bathhouses and brothels...

Realizing he had severely underestimated Nanamo's vigor, Andrew stared with wide eyes at the diminutive Sultana gazing down at him, smiling like a succubus as the heat and pressure of her pussy intensified, compelling him to cum in record time. And that was just the beginning...

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