|
Tarnishing Ranni (Warning: Contains F/F giantess, butt crush, farting, and scat) “Another cave... Lovely…” Alys sighed as she took in her surroundings. The Tarnished sorceress had just activated a gateway and now found herself in a massive subterranean river. She hoped she wouldn’t have to deal with any massive ants like the last time she was in a similar area. Those were among her most despised foes, with their hairy bodies, erratic movements, and acidic spit. Given just how many monstrosities had attempted to (and sometimes succeeded in) killing her, making the top of the list was no small feat. Thankfully, the area she arrived at seemed to be safe. There was a Site of Grace nearby, a clean body of water (though not that she could swim), and most importantly, nothing trying to kill her. The opened sarcophagi strewn about made for grim decor, but other than that it was one of the nicer places Alys had traveled. Before delving deeper and facing whatever monstrosities laid ahead, Alys decided to take a moment to relax. The journey to become Elden Lord had been far more grueling than she had anticipated, and the once starry-eyed, optimistic sorceress had become stressed and exhausted. It seemed like, through no fault of her own, every living and unliving thing in this land wanted her dead. After everything she'd endured, a brief respite seemed well earned. Perhaps she'd even wash her robes and take a bath, if she felt like treating herself. Alys was a scholar, not a warrior. She wasn’t used to all the running, jumping, and rolling her journey required, nor the stench that came from exerting herself. She did what she could to overpower her BO with perfume, but there was only so much she could do without soap and clean water. Alys walked over to one of the empty sarcophagi so that she could sit down and cool her feet in the river as she enjoyed the ambience of the nearby waterfall. Not exactly the most pleasant of chairs, but better than sitting in the mud and dirtying her robes further. As she sat down however, Alys found her seat to be oddly uncomfortable. The carved stone seemed fairly smooth, so she was unsure what was causing her discomfort. She might've thought she sat on something in her pockets if her robes had any. Whatever she had sat on, it was not only uneven but oddly cold as well. It felt like she was sitting in snow, which admittedly felt rather nice after so much time in the sun. Alys stood up to investigate the mysterious protrusion, and was surprised to find a ~4 inch doll with a familiar face. Familiar faces, to be more accurate. “…Ranni?” The doll bore an uncanny resemblance to Alys’ mistress, the lunar princess Ranni. Alys had met Ranni earlier in her travels and quickly entered into the demigod’s service. Being a fellow sorceress, Alys had hoped to learn lunar magics from one of the most powerful witches in the Lands Between. Imagine her disappointment when she found her teacher would instead be some rude and creepy old codger with a puppet fetish who didn’t even know lunar magic. What use Ranni had for such a man, Alys had no idea. After learning what little she could from him, Alys hastily proceeded with doing the rest of Ranni’s tasks in the hopes she might gain the witch’s favor. She even slayed Ranni’s own brother to allow the stars to resume their movement. Admittedly she had just stood back and peppered Radahn with spells while the other festival participants drew his aggression, but still! It was a great feat, and taught her a great deal about gravity sorceries in the process. Those spells proved to be of great assistance when it came time to explore the newly made crater in the earth and the ancient city which lied below. And what was her reward for risking her neck and returning the hidden treasure of Nokron? Some random statue and a “thank you”. Sure Ranni had never promised her anything tangible for her service, but a mere “thank you”?! Before Alys could even voice her displeasure, Ranni had already abandoned the doll she had been inhabiting to go off on some mysterious quest she claimed needed to done alone. How very convenient. Bitter at her mistress’ abandonment, Alys took to looting a nearby tower out of petty revenge. All she discovered were some old clothes and the gateway which had teleported her here. “Ranni? Is that you?” Alys picked up the doll for a closer look. Besides being small and inanimate, it was completely identical to Ranni’s old body, even sharing the witch’s ghostly face and cooling aura. “Hellooo? Ranni? Are you hibernating or something?” Alys stuck her finger through the doll’s spectral face, which scattered like dust before reforming, still inanimate. What a strange thing… Should I hold onto it? Perhaps I could put it to use. It did feel rather pleasant to sit on… I doubt Ranni would approve of me desecrating her likeness, but it's not like she's around to stop me. Alys laid the doll on the stone slab, pulled down her panties, and lifted the back of her robes. “What’s that Ranni?" She joked to herself. "You want me to sit on you?“ Besides the pleasant chill she expected, a part of her also liked the idea of planting her sweaty arse on the proud and beautiful witch. Or at least a miniature copy of her. “I don’t know, that seems rather lewd… But if my mistress commands it…” As Alys began to bend her knees, she was interrupted. “Cease thy twisted fantasies!” Came a soft yet forceful voice from behind Alys. “Do not sully this form further!” “AH!” Alys yelped, tripping backwards directly onto the doll. Even in a seemingly peaceful spot like this, she was always on edge. She briefly looked around for any threats before realizing the voice had come from the doll. The very same doll that, upon closer inspection, was now struggling under her naked arse. So Ranni *was* inhabiting the doll… Which meant she heard all of that… Fuck me... Alys wished she'd die of embarrassment so she wouldn’t have to explain herself to Ranni. Well, I suppose I should get off her then... Alys quickly stood up and Ranni followed, wedged between the Tarnished’s cheeks. Alys quickly pulled Ranni out from her crack and placed her on the stone sarcophagus, allowing the doll to gasp for clean air. Unlike before, the doll was fully animated now. Ranni’s faces might not have been very expressive, but her disgust and anger were plain enough to see. “Tell me…" Ranni muttered as she sat up, adjusted her hat, and straightened out her pale dress. She was trying her hardest to maintain a dignified facade, rather than retching from her unpleasant ordeal. Even as a puppet, her sense of smell remained intact. "Does thou often fantasize of having thy way with me? Or is it merely thy habit to toy with dolls in such a perverse manner?” “I wouldn’t have done any of that if I knew that was actually you!” Alys blushed as she pulled up her underwear. “Why didn’t you just tell me you were possessing the damn thing?! We're already well acquainted with one another!” “Perhaps acquainted too well, by my judgment…” Ranni grimaced. ”As for thy question, I had hoped not to be recognized in this guise. It is… unbecoming for one such as I. Especially after the degrading manner of our reunion. Unfortunately, I am bound to this body until a certain matter is dealt with…” “That’s a wordy way of saying you were embarrassed.” Alys teased. "Believe me, you’re not the only one…" She imagined Ranni would have also turned a deep shade of red, were she not limited to being blue. “And just so you know, you probably could have picked a better disguise. You’re not exactly inconspicuous.” “I expected to be quickly discarded by thee as a mere peculiarity!” Ranni snapped. “Not smothered underneath the foulness of thy bare backside!” ”Foul?” Alys furrowed her brow. The stress of dying repeatedly during her quest to become Elden Lord had given her a short temper, and her body’s cleanliness was an especially sore subject. She wasn’t one to let insults roll off her back, even when spoken by a demigod. “Watch your tone, doll, before I sit on you again. I assure you, my backside is exquisite compared the other arses that can be found in this forsaken land! I'll have you know I go through great lengths to maintain my personal hygiene, and will not have my body besmirched by someone who doesn’t even have one! Sure it’s a bit sweaty, but still! You should be grateful you ended up underneath my soft, shapely-“ “Enough!” Ranni interjected. “I grow tired of thy bickering. Let us erase this ordeal from memory and turn to a more pressing matter. Thou art my servant, and I have further need of thy services. Perform for me this deed as recompense for thy transgressions, and then we needn’t encounter each other again. Know that this is not a request, and further insolence shan't be tolerated.” “Hmph. Of course you want me doing your dirty work again…” She rolled her eyes and sighed, but didn't argue. “Well what is it?” “Further in this cavern lies the last of the Baleful Shadows. A deadly assassin serving mine own Two Fingers, of whom I am their target. Eliminate this final obstacle for me, ensuring my safety for the remainder of my dark path.” “Fine. I was heading that way anyways.” Alys crossed her arms. “But I’m not risking my neck for you out of the kindness of my heart this time. In exchange for my assistance, I want you to teach me some lunar sorceries.” “I intend to upend the Golden Order and mend this shattered world, and thou would refuse to render aid unless compensated? How utterly base…” Ranni shook her head disapprovingly. “Thou willingly swore an oath, accepting me as thy mistress. I owe thee nothing.” “You want me to kill this assassin for you, right? Wouldn’t I have the best chance of success if you taught me powerful sorceries?” “Hm... A fair point…” Ranni conceded. “However, the matter is more nuanced than thou presumes. The secrets of the moon are my family’s alone. Sacred knowledge, not to be given away as mere dispensation. And unless thou intends to become my consort eternal, I-“ ”Wait.” Alys’ eyes lit up. “What was that about becoming your consort?” “I-“ Ranni stammered, her usual eloquence and poise interrupted. The topic of marriage had made Ranni uncharacteristically flustered. “This form hath loosened my tongue. Forget what thou’st heard. Forget!” “No, no, this could work out great for us!” Alys smiled. “I keep you safe and deal with that assassin, and afterwards you take me as your consort! That way you can teach me lunar sorceries while also granting me the title of Elden Lord!” Her eyes glimmered with ambition at the possibilities before her. “Not to mention the plebes love romantic stories. “Self-taught Tarnished sorceress melts icy princess’ heart with her devotion and beauty” sounds practically fairytale!” Alys closed her eyes and relished how perfectly things could fall into place. All she needed was for Ranni to say “yes”. “So…” Alys flirtatiously brushed her black bangs aside and winked in a desperate attempt to charm Ranni. She also adjusted her posture to accentuate her body’s curves. Her loose-fitting robes might have been comfortable, but they did not show off her figure in the slightest. “What do you think?” Admittedly, it was no small feat looking as good as Alys did considering her frayed hair and dirty robes. She would’ve put considerably more effort into her appearance had she known she’d be courting an Empyrean, but unfortunately foresight was not among her many talents. ”I… I think thee holds a high opinion of thyself!” Ranni folded her arms and huffed, embarrassed by this sudden turn of events. She didn’t say yes… But she didn’t say no either. Just have to push a *bit* harder…“Come on, I’m serious! I’m good looking, and you’re not that bad yourself for someone without a body! I really think this could work! Even if you’re not interested in women, we could still do it for political reasons, right?” Alys suddenly got a peculiar look in her eye. “Actually… Would we have to consummate our union to make it official? That’s not a deal breaker for me or anything, far from it, I’m just wondering how it would work with you, you know... being a doll?” Alys crouched in front of Ranni and prodded her. “Are you… “anatomically accurate” under that dress? And how skilled are you with those four hands of yours?” “I beg thy pardon?!” Ranni gasped, taken aback by Alys’ bluntness. So much time alone in the wilderness had taken its toll on the Tarnished's filter. “Hold thy lecherous tongue! I will not marry myself off merely to satiate thine ambitions! Especially not to a sorceress as crude as thee.” Ranni immediately regretted her harsh words, but the damage was already done. ”Excuse me?! I’m the lecherous one?” Alys’ pale features began to turn crimson. “That’s pretty rich coming from the one who played dead and let herself get smothered by my arse twice!” Ranni attempted to get a word in and defuse the situation, but Alys would not be so easily silenced. “And what to you mean “crude”? I slew your brother while your woven arse sat on top of some books in your tower! Not to mention I taught myself everything I know, while you’re a demigod born to the queen of Caria! Who, by the way, wasn’t even that hard to defeat even with your magical protection!” Ranni was taken aback by Alys’ insults, not used to anyone taking such a tone with her. Alys, meanwhile, had no problem speaking enough for the both of them. ”And still, after everything I’ve accomplished, most of it being done in your name, I’m not good enough for you?! You’re far from perfect yourself, you know that?! You’re a reclusive hermit who isn’t even flesh and blood, with icy hands that make my nethers want to shrivel up! I hate to be the one to tell you, but you don’t exactly have a line of eager suitors waiting around the corner, and there are reasons for it!” Alys took a moment to calm down and catch her breath. “But despite all that…” She forced herself to smile, realizing she might have taken things a bit too far and had to salvage this. “I’m willing to try and make try it work.” “Enough!” Ranni shouted as loudly as her tiny form could manage. “Thou hath given me fine service in the past, and for that I shall attribute thy grave insults to a mere lapse of judgement. But my patience wanes thin. I demand thee carry out my command and eliminate the Baleful Shadow immediately. Only after that shall I give thy proposition its due consideration.” “Why, so you can ditch me the moment you’re able like before?” Alys shook her head. “I don’t think so. Give me an answer now.” “Then I must refuse. I cannot afford any distractions whilst my quest remains unfinished.” The haste of Ranni’s reply stung considerably. “Perhaps afterwards-“ Ranni continued to speak, but Alys didn’t hear a thing. Her head was ringing in frustration as she mentally scolded herself. You idiot, you let your damn temper get the better of you! Marriable Empyreans don’t grow on trees you know! What were you thinking insulting her mother?! And that shit about consummation?! It’s a wonder she didn’t reject you sooner! As angry as Alys was at herself, Ranni was not exempt from her ire either. She started this, insulting me for an honest mistake! If she hadn’t done that, then maybe… Then maybe… Damn it! Alys paused as she felt her bowels gurgle. Perhaps her flash of anger had given her indigestion, or maybe it was just the prawn she had earlier. Either way, she needed to break wind. She briefly considered holding it in while in front of Ranni, but quickly changed her mind. Why should I do her the courtesy? If she already considers me crude, then perhaps I should show her just how crude I can be! ”Hey Ranni.” Alys glanced at the doll mischievously. “I’ve learned a new spell recently I believe will be of great interest to you. Mind if I show it off?” Ranni found this sudden change of conversation peculiar, but decided to go along with it. Surely it couldn't be more uncomfortable than the current topic. “I would prefer for thee to begin thy task posthaste… But fine.” Ranni sighed. “I shall indulge thy request.” “Thanks. I call it “Twin-Moon Miasma”.” Alys smirked. “I’m confident it’ll blow you away.” “I am… unfamiliar with that particular sorcery.” Ranni tilted her heads, her interest peaked by a lunar sorcery she didn’t know. ”How did it come into thy possession?” “I taught it to myself actually. Even the All-Knowing doesn’t know about this one. It’s simple really. First, you get in position…” Alys backed up until Ranni was inches away from her arse. After her previous close encounters with Alys’ backside, Ranni felt uneasy being so close to it once again. At this distance, she could make out the outline of Alys’ crack through her loose robes. “What art thou doing?!” Ranni glanced away from the comparatively massive arse towering over her. “Mind thy position!” “Don’t worry.” Alys chuckled. “I’ll be very careful.” With that, Alys quickly sat down on top of Ranni, the doll’s four arms all pinned underneath the sorceress’ ample posterior. To her credit, Alys was careful. She didn’t know whether it was possible to damage the doll or not, so she erred on the side of caution and avoided subjecting Ranni to her full weight. Although Ranni didn’t seem to very appreciative of her mercy at the moment, judging by her frenzied writhing. “What is the meaning of this?!” Ranni shouted as she tried to free herself. Unfortunately, her possessed body lacked the physical strength necessary to pull herself out. “Cease thy transgressions! Cease!” Besides shock and indignation, there was also a hint of panic in her usually soft voice. Alys smiled to herself as she completely ignored Ranni’s protests. It felt good putting the lunar princess in her place. ”Then… Once your target is right where you want them…” Alys leaned forward, putting her hands on her knees as she grunted. “You cast it!” Ranni felt the arse above her strain and realized Alys’ foul intentions. “Do not sully my name further!” She demanded. “Desist now and mayhaps thy life will be spar-” A forceful blast shot out of Alys and vibrated against the unfortunately positioned doll, the flatus’ volume amplified by the hard stone of the sarcophagus below. While the sensation of hot gas reverberating through her and seeping into her fibers was indescribably nauseating, the true horror came when Ranni was forced to inhale the fetid miasma. Even in her puppet body, she still needed to breathe. And what a breath is was. After so long in her tower inhabiting a puppet, Ranni had forgotten just how vile the odors living bodies emitted could be. Alys’ gas served as an all too effective reminder. Her wind carried a heavy, meaty stench created from the digested aftermath of wild berries, cured meats, and boiled prawn, washed down with a bubbling concoction of crimson and cerulean tears. For someone who took pride in her femininity, Ranni suspected Alys’ gas could peel the bark off the Erdtree itself. The contents of Ranni’s stomach might have been expelled, if she had one. All she could do instead was dry heave and wait for the stench to dissipate. “Ngh…!” Despite her best efforts to remain stoic, Ranni couldn’t suppress her coughs, gags, and heaves. “Curse thee…! And curse thy loathsome backside...!” “Whew!” Alys fanned her face as the stench of her own gas reached her. “How’s that for lunar magic! Almost makes Caelid smell pleasant in comparison!” Not yet satisfied with her humiliation, Alys took the opportunity to shake her hips on top of Ranni and grind in the stench. It wasn't every day she got to make an Empyrean her bitch. "Heh..." Alys chuckled as she finally got off the doll. "Takes your breath away, doesn't it?" “Thou… Thou DARE?!” Ranni hissed as she sat back up. “You’re damn right I dare!" Alys snapped. "I tried being civil, and where did it get me?! I do every little thing you ask, I literally die for you, and yet I’m denied the moment I ask a single favor in return! I just wanted to learn some damnable spells, but apparently that’s too much to ask for!” Alys paused to take heavy breaths before continuing. “Oh, but I understand now. After being attacked by damn near everything that lays eyes on me, I finally understand. Power is the only language people understand in this god-forsaken land! If being civil doesn’t work, then you just have to take what you’re owed by any means necessary! But still, I’ll try asking nicely one last time…” Alys stared intensely at the doll. “Will you take me as consort?” “Thou hast gone mad.” Ranni shook her head disapprovingly. “A pity. Thou’rt not fit to gaze upon in this sorry state, let alone wed.” “So even after all I said… Even knowing what I can do to you…" Alys flicked off Ranni's oversized hat to make a point. "Still you refuse me?" "My will is not so easily broken." Ranni raised her head to meet Alys’ gaze, her tone icy and sure. “The fetid darkness of thine arse is infinitely more palatable than spending eternity with one so wretched and depraved as thee. Even thy backside's vile wind is less nauseating than the mere thought of taking thee as consort!” “You’d rather be smothered by my arse than marry me? Fine!” Alys picked up Ranni and brought the doll under her robes. “That sounds just swell to me!" Alys pulled open the back of her dirty white underwear with one hand and dangled Ranni over it with the other. "I was starting to get a bit sweaty anyways. At least this way I can get some use out of you.” ”Unhand thy mistress at once!” Ranni demanded as she glimpsed Alys’ pale arse and well-worn panties. “I warn thee, further transgressions shall incur grave consequences! Even in this meager form, I still hold considerable power!” This was no bluff. As an Empyrean and powerful witch, Ranni was fully capable of killing Alys with a single gesture. It wasn't a feat she could pull off effortlessly, but it was still an option. The only problem now, however, was that all four of her arms were being held down by Alys’ grip. “Oh, my mistress commands me to release her? In that case…” Alys let go of Ranni, dropping the doll head first down the back of her underwear. “There! Exactly as you asked!” Ranni flailed as she slid down Alys’ foul crevice, until at last her face came to rest against a sticky, twitching ring of muscle. In all her years, she had never even imagined such indignity befalling her. The humiliation was too much to bear. Ranni turned her head away from the fetid hole as she prepared to put an end to this hellish experience. “I have indulged thy wickedness for too long, and shall endure not another whiff of thy- MMPH!” Ranni was cut off by Alys using her finger to push the doll's face against her anus. The Tarnished's body heat was beginning to overpower Ranni's frigid aura, and things only got hotter as Alys lifted her leg and broke wind. Unlike before, where the fart had loudly echoed through the cavern, this time it was muffled by Ranni's face taking it point-blank. Although deafening, sound was the least of Ranni's concerns. The gas was considerably more potent this time with no barrier between her and the source, and judging by the worsening smell, Ranni also suspected Alys would soon need to relieve her bowels. “You were saying?” Alys chuckled as she rolled Ranni’s face against her pucker. "Keep complaining and next time your head is going all the way in." “ENOUGH!" Ranni gagged as Alys finally stopped toying with her head. "Begone, hapless scum!” Ranni closed her eyes as she channeled magic through her. She knew Alys would revive afterwards, but that was irrelevant. All she needed was an opportunity to escape. “And may I never have the misfortune of standing in thy presence again.” “What are you going to do?” Alys scoffed. “Pinch me with those tiny hands of yours? Or maybe-“ Alys dropped dead mid-sentence, collapsing like a ragdoll and landing directly on top of Ranni. The impact was unpleasant for the miniature doll, but not nearly as unpleasant as what followed. For in her haste to be rid of her troublesome servant, Ranni had forgotten to take one vital detail into account: Living beings void their bowels upon death. Initially, Ranni was "only" subjected to a lengthy, wet fart as Alys' muscles relaxed. As horrid as it was, Ranni could only lie there and endure it as she waited for the fetid barrage to sputter out. Fortunately Ranni wouldn't have to inhale the Tarnished's gas much longer. Unfortunately, this was because her face was suddenly smothered in an unholy semi-solid mess, the identity of which was immediately self-evident. It was a horrific affront to every one of her senses. Ranni cursed and writhed as she fought for a way out of Alys panties, but found herself completely pinned under the sorceress’ filthy arse. Why does her body remain?! How much longer must I endure this?! The thought of being indefinitely trapped in this hell filled Ranni with overwhelming dread. This must be a nightmare her hibernating mind had conjured, she told herself. Surely such indignity couldn’t befall an Empyrean? ——— Mercifully, Ranni didn’t have to endure her torment much longer. A short while later, Alys’ body faded away and she was revived at her most recent Site of Grace. All this occurred within a minute of slaying Alys, but for Ranni it felt like she had been trapped underneath the Tarnished’s arse for an eternity. Fate still had some surprises left in store for Ranni, however. Rather than being left behind by Alys when she revived as expected, Ranni suddenly found herself back in her tower, near the site of grace which resided within. She was relieved to find being teleported had cleaned her of the filth which had recently coated her, as well as freed her from the confines of Alys’ undergarments. She was less relieved, however, to find an Alys staring down at her. “You killed me!” Alys sounded surprised and offended, as if Ranni had lightly slapped her face rather than executed her. She probably would have been angrier, but reviving acted as a sort of reset for her body and mind, calming her down considerably. “Indeed I did, for obvious reasons. Or is thy memory as poor as thy manners?” Ranni frowned. “And yet, it would seem, fate compels me to remain in thy possession... But for what reason?” As she pondered the question, Alys suddenly began laughing. “What amuses thee so?” ”Oh nothing.” She grinned. “It's just that everything I own comes with me when I die. And considering you’re here now... Well, I suppose that means I own you too.” “I am not a thing to be owned!" Ranni said with a stomp of her miniature foot. "Least of all by a loathsome wretch such as thyself!” “No!” Alys thought she felt the room shake with Ranni’s words. “I shan't allow myself to be sullied by thee again! Not by thy gas, not by thy waste, nothing!” “Wait… Sullied by my what?” Realization slowly dawned on Alys’ face. She supposed it made sense that she shat herself upon being defeated. At the end of the day, she was human after all. She had just never noticed before since she was too distracted, you know, dying whenever it happened. “Marika’s tits, are you saying that I-“ ”Do not pursue this topic further.” Ranni warned. “Or what?” Alys scoffed. “You’ll kill me again? We both know how well that went for you. But who knows?” She shrugged. “If I can get used to dying, then maybe you you can get used to being buried under my-“ “Silence! Or thy next death will not be nearly so painless.” “Kill me again and I’ll seal your mouth shut and hide you in your own mother’s chamberpot. A huge woman like her…” Alys cringed. “Makes me sick just thinking about it. I can only imagine how awful it’d be for you.” “Thou art truly detestable…” Ranni scowled. “I’d call thy bluff, but I shan’t underestimate the depths of thy wickedness again.” She sighed deeply. “It would seem to me we are at an impasse. As much as the notion sickens me… I believe a truce may be in order. I shall spare thee my fury, in exchange for the cessation of thy torments. Are these terms acceptable?" “No." Alys crossed her arms and stared down the small doll. "You know what I want from you.” “And had thee merely done as commanded rather than breaking wind upon me, then perhaps I’d be inclined to accept thy proposal! I told thee as much upon rejecting thine initial advances!” “Wait…" Alys' gaze softened. "You did?” “Yes! Though evidently thou’rt as talented at listening as thou’rt at magic!” “Oh. But I thought- Oh." Alys blushed as she realized the extent of her overreaction. "I, uh, don’t suppose we could get a fresh start, could we?” “Does thou truly still expect to become my consort? For me to spend eternity with the hapless scum who hath debased me so? Never. No amount of honeyed words or prostration shall ever earn my forgiveness.” Forgiveness… Alys eyes lit up as she recalled the celestial dew she had found and their sacred purpose. Perhaps it was time to find out whether or not that old turtle had been telling the truth. “I wouldn’t be so confident about that… I can be pretty convincing.” Alys pulled out one of the bottles of dew and showed it to Ranni. “The rite of Absolution...?” Ranni was momentarily caught off-guard before regaining her composure. “This cannot truly be thine intent?! If thou thinks a meager ritual can erase thy sins, than thou art a fool! Thy transgressions shan’t ever be forgiven! Thou shouldst abandon this ill-conceived plan posthaste and save us both the time.” Ranni’s reaction only made Alys certain the dew would work. “Thanks for the advice, but I think I'll check it out for myself. Although, maybe not quite yet.” Alys picked up Ranni and gazed intently at the doll. “If I understand correctly, I can do whatever I like to you and you’ll be forced to forgive me afterwards. Perhaps I should have a bit of fun with my bride-to-be first? What do you think?” “Has thou not defiled me enough already?! How much further humiliation must I endure, at the hands mine aspiring consort, no less?!” Ranni sighed deeply. “My protests matter not… I shan’t waste what few untainted breaths remain attempting to persuade thee. Do what thy will, fiend, but know that I shall respond to thy cruelty in kind.” ”Ranni!” Alys gasped with mock outrage. “I’m insulted you think so little of me. I have something much different in mind than just shoving you up my arse.” “Oh?” Ranni apprehensively raised a brow, not believing Alys' sudden change of heart for a moment. “And what does thou have in mind?” Alys’ subsequent grin was not reassuring in the slightest. ——— Ranni folded her arms and scowled as she floated behind Alys. The Tarnished sorceress had cast a gravity spell on the small doll, which made Ranni levitate a few feet behind Alys as she traveled to the Church of Vows. Rather than teleporting there or riding Torrent, Alys insisted on walking so that the two of them might spend some “quality” time together. It seemed Alys’ idea of quality time involved Ranni hovering a few feet behind her arse, occasionally using the gravity spell to force Ranni into crude, embarrassing, and/or lewd poses out of boredom. Admittedly it was better than being sat on, but still far from pleasant. “Eugh!” Ranni recoiled as she passed through another foul-smelling pocket of air, courtesy of the likely-expired prawn Alys had gorged herself with prior to leaving. “Tell me, why must I remain downwind of thy foul backside?! At least do me the courtesy of putting more distance betwixt us!” “I told you already…" Alys panted as she continued walking. "If you’re too far away then a hawk might swoop in and grab you. Or maybe a wolf would sneak up and use you as a chew toy. I can’t put you in front of me either, since you’d get in my way during a fight. Unless you want me to accidentally use you as a projectile, my gas is a pretty minor inconvenience in comparison. Speaking of…” Alys grunted as she forced out another bubbly fart. “Eugh…” Alys crinkled her nose as she fanned behind her. “Damn prawn…” “Curse thee…!” Ranni gagged. Even with four arms fanning her face, it wasn’t enough to dispel the rancid stench. “I am quite sure no creature would dare touch me in this repugnant state. Thy foul wind has seen to that...” “In that case, you’re welcome.” Alys smirked. “Perhaps I should bring you closer so I further coat you in my animal repellent?” “That was no compliment, thou oaf!” Ranni snapped. “Know this, wretch: No matter what rituals thou performs nor accomplishments thou achieves, thou art and shalt forever be among the lowest, most reprehensible scum in the Lands Between!” Ranni spat in Alys direction, or at least did the best she could considering she was incapable of producing saliva. Still, the gesture’s meaning was well understood. “Your words wound me, my love! Perhaps I should warm up that icy tongue of yours?" Alys lifted up the back of her robes and brought Ranni closer to her pale moon. “No!" Ranni shouted. "That... will not be necessary..." “So you'll speak kindly to me from now on?” "Yes..." She muttered defeatedly. Alys glanced back at Ranni expectantly, still not satisfied. ”Yes… My beloved.” Ranni hissed through gritted teeth. "I'm sure it'll come naturally to you in time." Alys teased. "After all, we will be spending eternity together!" So this is the measure of my Lord… Ranni thought bitterly as she passed through another cloud of Alys’ gas. Perhaps this is precisely what I deserve… For accepting service from one such as she in the first place...
|
||