8 Icaru University

Aisha wished she didn't have to wake up. For a variety of reasons.

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She had... again, again, she had broken down for this woman. Begged her for her affection, for her love, for her hugs. Humiliated herself, debased herself. And the worst part was that mistress would probably never bring it up. Whether out of a genuine kindness, or out of love for Aisha, she would never know. Because she was far too cowardly to ask.

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In a way, that was what she despised the most. The softness under her fingertips. The comforting heat that surrounded her. The warm breaths that ghosted over her sensitive ears, washing over her face and neck...

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This was her reward for being ungrateful. For trying her hardest to make this woman hate her, she got to sleep in her bed, bask in her affection, and get everything that she wanted and more.

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It was... humiliating, and just felt wrong. Being rewarded for being a terrible person, for spending her life trying to tear other people down, out of nothing but pure malice and jealousy. It stripped her of her armor, her excuses. Being born unlucky was no longer an excuse, because, well, she was the luckiest woman in the world.

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Aisha's heart ached just thinking about the big woman in her arms, nevermind the proximity. Why did it have to be her? Why did it have to be this stubborn, soft, warm, fluffy girl - younger than her, even, why did Aisha have to fall for her, out of all people? Someone so purely kind, so selfless?

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The only person who could have gotten through to her?

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For a moment, Aisha considered running away again. Pushing her away, so she didn't have to deal with her feelings. So she didn't have to worry about what would happen when she woke up. About the kisses, the hugs, the little pets and caresses... the way she would rub Aisha's sides with just the tips of her fingers... massaging her gently.

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She didn't have the willpower to even leave her. It was hopeless, she was addicted. She would probably be back here within the hour.

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And besides, she found that she could no longer bring herself to leave her arms.

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Aisha's arms quivered, trying to complete the pushup. She counted in her head… it was what, her 14th? She could hear Lorian cheering for her by her side. It wasn't very helpful… but her encouragement brought her to finish the pushup. Sweat dripped down her face as she collapsed, her arms giving out from under her.

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(Ugh… that's all I can do for now… 24 squats, 14 push-ups, 27 sit ups...)

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She considered pushing herself further, but doubted that over-exerting herself would do any good. Her arms were already beginning to ache at the joints, which couldn't have been beneficial to her training - and although she could just ask her mistress to heal her, she didn't want to bother the big girl because she had hurt herself on purpose.

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Though, Aisha noted with a blush, she probably would have healed her anyways.

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She flipped over on her back, to see Lorian's smiling face, the sight of which brought one to her own. She tried desperately to stop her lips from curling into a grin, distorting her face, but despite her best efforts she couldn't help herself from smiling, earning herself a little boop on the nose.

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She couldn't help it... mistress just made her so... happy.

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"Hey! That's the first time you've smiled since we met!" Lorian said excitedly.

"Mmmm" Aisha mumbled, blushing.

"I like it! You look really pretty!"

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Lorian lowered her face and giggled, touching their noses together and sending a blush onto Aisha's face. Lorian absolutely loved seeing the various ways she could embarrass the cute girl. Every day, she would get a little more intimate, caress her face in a slightly different way... She was worried that soon she would run out of ways to see that adorable shade of red. It would be a sad day.

She retreated onto her knees, letting the poor girl finally get up from the ground and settle her head on Lorian's lap.

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As she ran her hand over Aisha's slightly damp head, she thought to herself. The time she had with Aisha was precious. Not just because she was adorable and precious... but also because... one day, she might come back to her...

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"Hey, you aren't doing anything today, right?" Lorian asked.

"Mnnn... Not really..." Aisha replied, drying off her face with her hand.

"Why don't you come with me to the university?" She suggested.

"...Why?"

"Because I want to spend time with you!" Lorian smiled sweetly.

Aisha blushed as she nuzzled her nose against Lorian's tummy. "MMmm... ok I guess..."

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Aisha arrived on top of a large teleport stone that had large, black archways above it. She took a look around. The buildings were white, and tall, and the streets were paved with dark stone. Most people were dressed in heavy, gilded robes. She felt out of place in her new, fitting, white button up shirt and black pants. Lorian also wore the same robes, but underneath she was wearing a sleeveless shirt and a vest, showing off her smooth arms and the side of her breasts.

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Aisha felt conflicted over letting other people see the good parts of her mistress, but... she was not going to complain.

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They were greeted by a pretty girl (not as pretty as Lorian), and a tall, handsome looking girl, with a sharp face, white hair and piercing eyes. Aisha looked at the top of the handsome girl's head… There were two twitchy, fluffy ears on top. Unlike Aisha, however, a long, fluffy white tail sprouted out from below her back, waving lazily. The pretty girl attempted to grab it, but the tall girl swatted her hand away.

At the sight of Aisha, the handsome girl froze and stiffened, leaving the pretty girl to step forward and greet them. She introduced herself as Akasha and began to speak with Lorian, leaving the two demi-humes to speak.

They stared at each other, giving Aisha a good look at the tall woman's golden eyes.

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"You are Fey." Her voice came out soft, with a hint of tension.

"And you're Vayura."

"I hope you do not-"

"I don't really care about any of the feywood stuff." Aisha sighed.

With that, the tall girl visibly relaxed, releasing a held breath.

"I am Fen." She greeted. "I trust you are Aisha. Lorian speaks much of you."

"Oh. Really." She muttered.

"Yes. Her liking to you is unmatched by any of her previous suitors. I suspect now that a large reason is because they were not small fey girls."

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She cracked a wry smile, that Aisha did not return.

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"You are very quiet."

"There is not much to say."

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"I like you. You are much more tolerable company than the humes. Especially that one."

She motioned with her head towards Akasha.

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"She wishes to keep me, like a pet. How ridiculous."

"...Pet?" Aisha asked, confused.

"The humes keep them. Small animals, birds, dogs. They feed them and take care of them. I know not why. Supposedly the humes think they are cute."

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Aisha froze. She had described her exact relationship that she held with Lorian currently. Did she think she was some kind of animal..?

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Fen noticed the distressed look that crept onto her companion's face. She laughed.

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"Worry not. She has turned away many hopeful since her words have spoke of you. Her affection for you goes beyond that of a 'pet.'"

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Her words quelled some of her worries, but a small part of what she said still nagged at the back of her mind. She did not have time to dwell on them, as Lorian finished talking with Akasha and started to drag her towards her first class.

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Aisha's ears twitched as she felt the gaze of Lorian's classmates and instructor on the fey girl currently situated in Lorian's lap. Her sensitive ears caught on well to the poorly hidden, whispered conversations in the room.

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"Who is she?"

"Mother told me that dogs were not to be-"

"Hey! We're not supposed to call them dogs anymore."

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"I never took Lorian for a dog lover. She always seemed like such a smart girl."

"I can't believe I asked out a dog lover!"

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The first set of comments left Aisha unfazed, but the second… was associating with fey a demerit in hume society? From what she could gather… the acceptance of demi-humes was a new matter that was not accepted by all humes.

She turned her head and looked up at Lorian, who was sitting with her eyes closed and smiling in contentment, squeezing Aisha's body. She was seemingly oblivious to the whispers around her… but Aisha doubted she was that unobservant.

She decided that if Lorian didn't care, she really didn't care either. Eventually the stares died down as the professor started the lesson, in a dull, monotone voice.

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"Please turn in your assignments, if you have them, into the basket. You have until tomorrow to complete them, but we will be moving on to the next subject."

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"As you all know, fire magic is one of the 4 primitive types of magic. Today we will be going over the various subcategories of fire magic that can be casted by refining your casting, or combining casting methods with other elements. As you know, the more primitive an element is, the more volatile, so these subcategories are used for things like blacksmithing, while our base fire magic is used for combat…"

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Lorian groaned in despair, mentally. This class was so boring! And so pointless too… she thought back to her childhood in the wastes… that was where the most effective techniques were made, when your life depended on it. Nobody back there used steam magic, or…

She squinted at the light blue screen the instructor was drawing on with a red, crystal tipped stylus.

Whatever he was writing, in his illegible chicken scratches.

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She clutched Aisha close to her chest. She was so glad she was here... her cuteness gave her a nice distraction to preserve her sanity. She could feel all the stares on her as she did so.

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Let them stare! She wanted the world to know that she loved her!

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She was brought back to reality by a loud buzz, as the magic powering the screen failed, the old instructor cursing the board, rambling on about "new-fangled technology." At least her dueling instructor had a funny accent. This guy was just… boring. She sighed, looking at a small hourglass on his table, the sand not even a quarter to the bottom.

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Less eyes stared at Lorian in her next class, as the nature of duels left her unable to hug Aisha while casting spells at her classmates. Aisha stared at the duel going on with disdain, as Lorian casted a pitiful excuse of a fireball, barely going a meter before burning out uselessly on the ground. Her opponent held out her hand, electricity sparking between her fingertips....

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For a full minute the girl stood there, her brows furrowed in concentration. Aisha looked at Lorian, who was just standing completely still, watching the girl cast her spell. Eventually the other girl gave up, stepping out of the ring, saying something about a "bad day."

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Lorian sat down next to Aisha, not even a single sweat droplet on her forehead. Aisha turned to face her.

"Even the children at my village could cast stronger magic than that." She said, dryly. "I have felt the pain of your healing magic, your offensive magic should be unrivalled."

"I have to fit in here, to make sure that-"

"To make sure they don't know you are Dae-"

Lorian placed her hand on Aisha's mouth, speaking in a hushed whisper.

"Yes! That!"

"If you want to see someone strong, look at Fen! She is still holding back."

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Aisha took a look at Fen, the tall girl engaged in a duel with another student. She noted that Fen did not wear the same robes as the others, instead choosing to wear a similar outfit to Lorian, with her shoulders exposed.

The Vayura made a swiping motion with her hand, glowing a dark purple. A massive claw of the same color tore through a poor student's mana shield, making a loud grinding noise and leaving small shards of condensed mana on the ground, that quickly evaporated. They held their hands up, conceding defeat.

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Aisha had little example to compare her with, but she guessed that if Fen was still holding back, she was easily the strongest mage she had seen. Except perhaps Xelos… but his capabilities were still unknown.

She shook her head. What was she doing... thinking of that man, on her break day with her mistress.

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Lorian's last class of the day was world history… She liked this class, because the instructor was a young, cute girl who wore oversized clothing. Oh, and the class was kind of interesting too.

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"Today we're going to be going over the God Wars... please open your textbooks to page 5934.

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The god wars is the first recorded event that we know of from history. We know of them because of old stories passed down to us from our ancestors… Ordinarily this wouldn't be proof of an event… but similar stories are present in fey, daemon, and elith stories. In fact, most humes of this world have stories that can be directly or indirectly tied to these wars. Supposedly, at the beginning of creation, there were 5 gods, Alrak, Zaris, Serith, Samara, and Maruna, who lived in harmony with their children.

Zaris was the god of the arcane arts. He was the one who birthed his children, the humes, and taught his descendents the ways of the mystical arts.

Serith was the god of nature. Her children were the spirits, who bred with the humes, and made all the beast races, such as the fey and the vayura - of which, it seems like we have with us today!"

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If people weren't staring at Aisha before, they were now. The girl shifted uncomfortably under her gaze, instinctively burying herself a little deeper into her mistress's lap, who kept her still, stroking her chest absentmindedly.

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"Anyways," The teacher continued. "Maruna was the god of the soul and rebirth. It was told in legend, that upon her death, her soul, the original soul, split and was taken in by all the humes living, and upon death, a piece of her soul is gifted to another life.

Samara was the god of the heavens, and sister of Maruna. She took the souls of her sister, and those she deemed worthy, she turned into the angels and the reapers.

Alrak was the father of the daemon. Jealous of his brothers and sisters, he left his children to suffer in the deserts, and killed Serith. Upon her death, she transformed herself into a sanctuary for her children, that the fey know as the wood.

Serith's murder sparked the god wars, which ravaged the land and created what we know now as the wastes…"

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Lorian looked at the sleeping girl in her arms, stroking her head lovingly, eliciting a small purr. She felt a little guilt for dragging her to the university like this, because truth be told, she didn't really want to go herself. But the magistrate here knew her as a foreigner who came here to study magic. She sighed, thinking to her sisters back in the wastes. They had sent her here because they wanted her to live a better life, with the humes… They didn't realize that she was happy staying with them.

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But she supposed it was worth it, at the end. She smiled, kissing the top of Aisha's head. Out of the corner of her eye she could see Fen, staring at her with a strange look. She smiled at her.

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Aisha woke up, being brought to their next location in a princess carry. The first thing she saw was Lorian's face, so she wrapped her arms around her neck and nuzzled into her. Lorian rubbed her with her check in response.

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"Mistress…" Aisha whispered blearily.

"Did you have a nice nap?" Lorian giggled.

"Mmmmm…" Aisha nuzzled deeper into her mistress.

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She heard a giggle and snapped her head around to see Akasha, who had stopped harassing Fen to look at the two girls, covering her mouth with a hand. Fen bashfully turned her head away from the affectionate display, embarrassed at the lovey-dovey display. Aisha didn't want to get down, but Lorian stooped down so that the girl could get out of her arms and walk by herself.

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Aisha rubbed the sleep out of her eyes. "Where are we going?" She asked.

"We're going to 275 to eat and hang out."

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They arrived at the small building and went in. There was a warm, inviting atmosphere, and the elderly man that ran the restaurant greeted the girls and sat them at a 4 man booth. Aisha sat first, and Fen hurriedly scrambled to sit next to her, looking at the mischievous look in Akasha's eyes. Lorian sat across from Aisha, a pouty expression on her face, as Akasha slid in next to her friend, and across from Fen. The girls ordered, and they began to make idle conversation as they ate. Lorian was unable to feed Aisha from across the table, so the girl had to eat by herself.

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The three girls stared at her as she inhaled the large meal that she had ordered, taking small bites, but constantly shoving spoonfuls of food into her mouth. Slowly, an entire bowl of noodles disappeared into her mouth. It had barely been five minutes since she had even received the meal before she had finished the entire thing.

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"Wow!" Akasha giggled. "That looked impressive! Do all demihumes eat like that? I know Fen loves her food, but Aisha too, huh?"

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The handsome Vayura visibly balked at Akasha's offhanded comment, staring deeply into her half-finished bowl. Her stomach growled with hunger, but despite the fact, her next few bites of food were timid and meek.

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Aisha looked at Lorian and Akasha, who were talking about something… girly. Lorian's food sat untouched, as was expected, because the girl didn't need to eat, but Akasha's utensils sat similarly untouched. She decided to not think about it, reaching over the table and taking Lorian's bowl, digging into the food. Her face burned as she realized that Lorian had ordered the same thing as her, knowing that the girl would take her food. She focused on her food, attempting to not make eye contact with the woman, but still listening in on the conversation.

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"So how are your sisters back home?" Akasha asked.

"I don't know.... There is no way to send letters in the wastes."

"Have you not thought of just going to see them?"

"The journey's too difficult. And a trip to the wastes would put a lot of suspicion on me..."

"You cannot just teleport to them directly?" Fen asked.

Lorian shook her head. "The mist in the wastes is too thick."

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Aisha's ears twitched as she started to mull over what she had overheard.

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(What's the mist?) She wondered. (You can't teleport there? Then how did I get there yesterday? Was it a fake wastes or something? There weren't any monsters.)

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She supposed it was a possibility... but it was pointless to wonder, with how little it mattered.

Aisha wondered about Lorian's sisters. Did they look like her? Maybe Aisha could visit with her mistress, and then they could all cuddle together...

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She stopped herself before she started to drool.

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Eventually the girls finished eating and parted ways, after sunset. Aisha saw Fen push Akasha away as the girl attempted to latch onto her side.

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"How were my friends? You got along well with Fen!" Lorian asked, swinging her arms happily.

"Do you only have two friends?" Aisha asked.

Lorian's face turned apprehensive. "No… "

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Aisha just looked at her mistress.

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"I have three." Lorian finally said, with a satisfied look and a sheepish grin.

She smiled at Aisha, taking her hand into her own.

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Fen and Akasha watched as the two lovebirds walked off into the sunset, holding hands and just in general, looking quite cute and giggly as their silhouettes turned into just a blob in the distance.

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"I'm going to throw up." Fen muttered.

"Huh? Why?" Akasha asked, although she held a knowing grin on her face.

"They are disgusting together." Fen said, grimacing. "It is unnatural. And difficult to watch."

Akasha giggled. "I think they're cute."

"Of course they are cute together!" Fen shot. "It is just... They are so sweet, I feel that my teeth are going to fall out. Bleh."

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Akasha raised her eyebrows at Fen's noise. "Did you just say... 'Bleh?' " The tall woman stiffened in response.

"I did not." Fen muttered defensively. "You are imagining things."

"Oh Fen." Akasha giggled. "You don't have to be all stiff with me. I love you!"

Fen sputtered. "W-w-what!? You cannot just-I don't-Don't just say that!"

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Akasha's mouth broke out into a wide smile, as the girl started to giggle uncontrollably, putting a hand over her mouth.

"How can you say that they're too cute when you're so adorable yourself?" She asked through her giggles, Fen fuming at the response. The upset, petulant look on the tall, athletic girl, usually so cool and sagely, amused Akasha to no end.

"I'm not cute!"

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After more exercises and a bath, Aisha found herself once again in bed with Lorian, reluctantly scooped up into a embarrassing lock, her face forced into close proximity with her mistress's neck. She blushed intensely as her mistress sleepily pet her, the feeling of the soft fur running through her fingers softly lulling the larger woman to sleep.

Aisha also tried to get to sleep, but the gentle shifting of her mistress rubbed their legs together, and the sensation of her amazingly soft and smooth body made Aisha pant.

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"L-let me get out." She said pitifully.

"Why...?" Lorian responded, tiredly. "Just sleeep..."

She accentuated her words with a long stroke along the back of Aisha's back, tracing her spine and sending warmth throughout Aisha's back.

"I-I- I forgot to take a pill!" Aisha squeaked.

"Mmmhm" The girl mumbled, reluctantly loosening her arms and letting the small girl out of the bed.

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Aisha walked out into the kitchen, away from the suffocating warmth of her mistress that rendered her unable to think. Even though she was away from mistress, and the night was cold, there was still a burning heat in her chest. She could still feel the tingles from where her mistress stroked her back and ears, pleasant sensation radiating from the spots.

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She took a tentative hand and reached up, running her hands over the fur of her ears. She felt nothing. It just felt like she was rubbing her ears, similar to if she just rubbed her finger or something.

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She blushed pink. (What am I doing? I'm petting myself!)

Aisha hastily removed her hand from her ears, pink in embarrassment. It only felt good when mistress pet her. Her other owners had given her a few curious pets, but... it had never felt so good. Mistress's pets felt like her brain was melting. Just the thought of them sent heat into her chest.

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She touched her chest, feeling her heartbeat through her small chest. She felt no burning heat emitting from her pounding heart, even though it felt so real.

The feeling was something she had read in so many cheesy romance novels, when she was a teenager. She just really didn't want to admit it. She was in love with her mistress. And she had it really bad.

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(I don't want to love her!.. She's... I don't want to love anyone. She'll never love me back... I've... got nothing to offer her. I c-can't... provide for her, or cook for her, or protect her...

Or even give her children...)

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Her ears drooped as her thoughts-

"WaH!" She yelped, surprised, as a cross-looking Lorian appeared in her vision, angry that her pillow had took so long in the kitchen.

"You're taking too long." She grumbled.

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Aisha looked down at her feet abashedly as she took in the full view of her mistress. She was so sexy, it hurt to look at her. Everything about her looked so plush and smooth, and her beautifully round face was so pretty, even with the annoyed expression on her face.

Aisha got a great look at her lacy panties and bra, barely containing her wide hips and huge breasts, each perfectly round and as big as Aisha's head.

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Lorian grew even more annoyed as Aisha just kind of stood in front of her, blushing and shuffling her feet together. She walked over and picked her up, slinging the girl over her shoulder.

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"A-ahh... mistress." Aisha said quietly.

"Yes?" Lorian replied, the annoyance in her voice apparent.

"E-eeeum... nothing."

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Aisha was unusually still as she was carried back to their bedroom, gently lain on the bed, Lorian laying down and hugging her tightly. Her head was filled with turmoil as she laid there in her mistress's embrace, the larger woman's breathing and shuffling slowly turning even and deep.