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Everyone was invited into the dining hall for breakfast, finding themselves sitting at a massive table as long as Siofra's ego was huge. The chairs were tall and padded with silk cushions with one huge throne like seat at the head of the table. Susan sat in it, yawning and seemingly having forgot to put actual clothes, sitting in her robe and panties and little else, snapping her fingers and shouting back to a room at the side.
“Hey, can we get some hot breakfast out here with a few pitchers of berry cider? It's been a long night and I'm hungover again! Don't leave me hanging off of it now!” she groaned, rubbing her eyes and face, stretching out and popping her knuckles. “Dear, wake up and come set the table! You know your role in this house, so come earn your keep before I throw you out on your fat, bearded ass!”
A few moments later, her husband appeared, with the same dumb smile he gave the Tanjil group aboard the Grail while it was still their own ship. All too happy to help, he set the table and gave everyone their cutlery and dishware, offering them napkins then placing one in his wife's lap and going to go get the dishes the cooks were whipping up.
“Why do you even keep that guy around?” asked Siofra, who was sitting next to Susan, still leashed and collared. Her face reflected a mixture of exhaustion and shame. “Shouldn't you pick someone a lot nicer to look at to marry if you're going to settle down? Not that you ever settled, but seriously, if I wasn't already for the ladies, I would think the idea of being near him would convince me to prefer scabbards to swords in a heartbeat.”
“It's hard to say no to someone who's willing to do all your bitch work to stay on your good side. Means I can continue having fun with dumb dogs like you, knight.” Susan teased, smooshing a finger in Siofra's cheek. “I just fuck him now and again, not that it lasts long or requires much work on my part, and I got a dumb, happy little secretary for life.”
“I suppose that works. Though speaking of bitch work, can I get this leash off now? My monthly cycle is over. And besides, you let me do this to your town, I'm not going to wreck it further.”
“Nope. Not while you're in my home. Rules are rules, going to argue with the mayor, doggy? Besides, you look cute like that. Now be quiet and be grateful to eat your breakfast, it will be here shortly and I want you to eat every last scrap like the beast you are.”
Siofra snarled a bit, almost proving Susan's point about her being a dog regardless of what time it was, sitting down and going quiet save for her stomach's hungry growling. A moment later, Susan's husband showed back up carrying tray after tray of food, setting it down on the table and offering it to everyone. Piles of roasted and sugared meats left on the bone, eggs, fresh fruit, fried potatoes, fresh baked brown bread, jams and jellies, honey, and tubs of syrups were shown before them, their tankards being filled with the freshest pressed juice they'd had in a while. They didn't even have to grab for it, they were immediately served up whatever they asked for or pointed at, with plenty to go around. Seconds and leftovers would not be a problem.
All except Siofra, who was given her breakfast in a bowl, no silverware, and only the bits of meat that remained on bones, still attached. Susan tugged on her leash and grinned a cruel grin, looking at her straight in the eye. “I let you wreck my town, now pay the price and act your species, bitch.”
“If it weren't for the fact the ship is technically half yours right now, I'd challenge you to another duel over this, but tch, I can't have the repair bill sent back to Tanjil. You win.” snarled Siofra, swallowing her pride and making a spectacle of herself as she pushed her head forward, trying her best to eat everything served to her. It clung to her face and hair, making her look as dishonorable and ignoble as possible, with a shot of hot sauce from the bottle with the cockatrice on it going up her nose. Praise Fyrshala for making her fire elemental or else that might have hurt beyond some gross sinus clearing going down her face.
“So while the dumb bitch is eating, let's chart course. The Tower of Izravai'a is in the Frozen Northlands, normally a week or so of continuous flight from here. However, we have discovered some wind tunnels that grant boosted speed on our few attempts there to discover treasure to boost the town economy with. Anyone who made it back was certain to get route issues and improvements sent to me personally and I think I've come up with a way to get us there in four to five days at most. I only ask you let me have half of everything we find. I've a town to keep up and ports to keep stocked with tools and parts as well as a harem to feed, after all.”
Susan placed her hand on the back of Siofra's head with just enough force to keep her from coming up to speak. She smiled and looked at Millia for an answer. “Since you're her perfect virginal squire, you get to decide if it's fair or not, and if she disagrees I look forward to the exciting punishments she's sure to dole out at you.”
All the paladin could do was whine and eat. It's not like they could really argue the point, wanting out of this town and back on her quest before too many people see her like this and question her, and being humiliated on both ends was actually kind of hot, not that Siofra was ready to admit this easily. She just nodded the best she could to Millia, hoping Susan wouldn't notice, disguising it as chewing on the bone meat that she so desperately wanted to watch the knight stumble over. She even let out a little growl and bark to distract the elven captain as she tried to signal to her squire to just take it and end her misery now.
Millia noticed her flailing and tried her best to interpret it, hoping to Fyrshala she got it correct. “Er, yes, that sounds fine, Lady Susan Captain Ma'am.” Siofra signaled a thumbs up to her from behind her back, letting her know she had once again not failed her and would remain in her good graces. Not that she could stay mad at a cute girl long, no matter what the consequences or crime were, but it relieved them all the same.
“You're smart. I see I'm not dealing with amateur adventurers here. So you're not all just annoying speeches and unquenchable lusts. This may prove to be profitable yet!” laughed Susan, letting go of Siofra's head and allowing herself to clean up now that she finished her meal. “Alright, get ready to go, I want us out of here before lunch! Oh dear, wrap up the rest of the food and have it loaded on board. I need you to stay behind and manage the town while I'm gone. There may be something really good in it for you if you keep things safe and sound, so do your best now~” Her tone changed as she pat her husband on the head and kissed him, getting up and stretching, showing her chest off to the whole world and unlatching the leash off Siofra's collar.. “Tell the merchants to let you have whatever you need for the journey and they'll stock it on board for you. Just don't get too overboard or I'll have to tax you in tit touches, dear doggy!”
“Well, that sounds like a good an excuse as ever to go overstock on everything and have my bedroom urges covered the whole trip and then some! Come on, I bet there's at least one stall worker with a huge rack waiting to have me talk to them. Let's get going!” Siofra stood up happily, practically beaming as she spoke, fist clenched in a determined manner.
“Are you sure you should be showing your face after earlier?” asked Millia, sounding concerned. “I'm sorry I loaned you to her, but still, people are going to blame this on you.”
Siofra pat Millia and kissed her forehead, smiling. “It wasn't your fault. Besides, better to be stared at and remembered than ignored and forgotten! I'm sure someone will ask for an encore. Too bad it's only a monthly performance then, aye? Come on, let's get you treated to something nice to take that worry off of you. We all deserve it.”
With that, they left the manor and went out to the market, watching everyone mill about and haggle. Kids lined the streets to get free candy from the confectionery's booth, guards kept their eyes sharp and peeled for local thugs looking to rip anyone off, and goods and coin traded hand by the bundle. You either left a satisfied customer, a happy tourist, or thrown out onto your ass for refusing to play by the rules. At least it was a lively market, full of variety and diversity, people from all over coming here to buy and to sell. Siofra's eyes scanned the booth owners looking for any young lasses in need of a charming woman like herself to come barter with them, hoping they'd throw in some stuff free of charge and avoiding the captain's touchy feely tax. As much as she was looking forward to being charged extra like that, she also wanted to spend some time planning and preparing and training. There was no telling what would await them at the Tower or at the Northlands, and she wasn't about to see any one of her girls hurt.
Which is exactly why she went for the weapons stall first. A rather tall, toned, and pale harpy lady was running it, her hands on the counter tapping at it, wings out in a display of gold and green, flesh and feathers both covered in soot marks and scrapes.. Her hair and eyes matched, looking at Siofra, who was significantly shorter than her, smiling up at her and waving with a look of confusion.
“Eh? What do you want, tiny one?” she chirped down at the knight. “I'm afraid I don't make feather capes in your size. It'd trail behind you and get dusty and be an insult to my craft.”
Siofra looked back, equally confused. For a human girl, she was a bit above average in size, which meant this girl had to at least be amazonian if not grander in stature. “Er, I was simply wondering if a majestic being like yourself would find it in her strong heart to outfit my crew for a journey on over to the Tower of Izravai'a, milady! Captain Susan's orders and all. Whatever you think is durable and warm enough for the Northlands would work best, oh silken winged one! I need not your feathers on me to know you make my own heart go a-flutter.”
The smithing harpy just looked down and tilted her head, sighing. “You're weird. Are you trying to eke out a discount or something? If it's for the Mayor, I'll do it, but geeze, you're coming on a bit strong for someone so small.”
“Ahh? I'm not trying to do something as simple as haggling, milady, unless haggling over a date is acceptable to you. I just was not expecting there to be an angel of a bird working the stalls here today, oh, what luck my goddess has granted me!” Siofra continued, her voice almost singing as she doted on the worker, clearly smitten with the presence of such a strong, beautiful woman. “You're making my soul soar on wings of love and it would be but a crime not to treat you to the wonderful warm feeling I'm having inside me, shared between us close~”
As she reached up to look at her more, her collar showed itself, nametag dangling and chiming a bit. The bird took notice and grinned wide. “Oh, it's the dog that ransacked my shop last night. I thought you smelled familiar. Why don't you play nice now and be quiet about trying to get under my feathers and let me load your ship in peace, lest I charge you a hefty fine instead?”
Siofra choked on her own words and went bright red, mumbling shyly. “Ahh, I...S-sorry about that! I'll shut up! Don't tell the other booth owners!” she squeaked, promptly running towards Millia and hiding behind her. The squire sighed and shrugged at the shopkeeper, trying to show her this is how she always acts and it is a hard thing to put up with most of the time. The harpy just smiled back and nodded, glad that her intimidation shut her up, getting about her business as she whistled a happy tune to herself, glad to be rid of the bratty little dog knight nipping at her feathers.
The rest of the time around the market was uncomfortably awkward like this for the knight, the keepers able to spot that collar and talk her into keeping her mouth shut. For the crew from Tanjil, this was all too funny to see, watching the women do everything they could to the knight in exchange for not making her pay for repairs. It wasn't Siofra's fault that she tended to forget most of the stuff that happened while she transformed, only vague impressions left behind in her mind, so this was cruel, cruel torture. Very hot torture she would remember later if nobody was in her bedsheets and all she had was her glowing hands as bedmates, but torture never the less. The crew had differing opinions on what part of Siofra's public torment were good and which were boring, but it was universally agreed upon that the part where she had to sing an advertisement for the fruit stall while twirling a sign around for it was the best of the batch.
Soon, they had hit every stall they needed, a few they really didn't need for a trip but wanted free stuff for themselves anyways, and the couple stalls nobody uses but they figured they may use up their credit and see what kind of bullshit they could smuggle on board anyways. Nobody could figure out why they ordered a crate of extra large loincloths, but they were offering and desperate for any kind of business, so they figured they could use them as blankets or something to sit on while eating.
The only thing left was a flag. Siofra had managed to talk a large chested sorceress who dabbled in sewing and stitching to magic her up a flag that represented everything she stood for and fit the name of the ship while being somewhat classy and tasteful. As they boarded the ship and met back up with Susan to check everything before heading off, the sorceress returned with the flag set in a package, whispering in Siofra's ear about her payment, the knight sighing and taking her to a dark, quiet corner real quick.
As everyone lined up to wave goodbye to the crew, the flag was hoisted up, and the people of Gryan got the image of a winged maiden covering her chest and surrounded by various weaponry and flames flapping in the wind above them, able to see almost every single bit of nudity that Siofra asked for/ Only the crotch and nipples were barely covered by fingers, the maiden blushing and pointed ears perked up.
The crew of The Maidenhead saluted it and waved goodbye, onwards to their destiny, the knight rubbing her ass now and again with a healing hand to deal with the change she was given from her payment a short bit ago and cringing. Next time she would ask for it without the lashings. She just hoped she'd not have to sit down much for the rest of the day, unless someone was there to give her butt pats.
Though she had to admit, it was hard to sit down and be quiet when she was this close to landing in the domain of the gods. She could practically smell Fyrshala from here as they stabilized the ship on its route, pointed perfectly north, her heart and loins both pounding as she paced the deck, a mad grin on her face.
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Everyone was invited into the dining hall for breakfast, finding themselves sitting at a massive table as long as Siofra's ego was huge. The chairs were tall and padded with silk cushions with one huge throne like seat at the head of the table. Susan sat in it, yawning and seemingly having forgot to put actual clothes, sitting in her robe and panties and little else, snapping her fingers and shouting back to a room at the side.
“Hey, can we get some hot breakfast out here with a few pitchers of berry cider? It's been a long night and I'm hungover again! Don't leave me hanging off of it now!” she groaned, rubbing her eyes and face, stretching out and popping her knuckles. “Dear, wake up and come set the table! You know your role in this house, so come earn your keep before I throw you out on your fat, bearded ass!”
A few moments later, her husband appeared, with the same dumb smile he gave the Tanjil group aboard the Grail while it was still their own ship. All too happy to help, he set the table and gave everyone their cutlery and dishware, offering them napkins then placing one in his wife's lap and going to go get the dishes the cooks were whipping up.
“Why do you even keep that guy around?” asked Siofra, who was sitting next to Susan, still leashed and collared. Her face reflected a mixture of exhaustion and shame. “Shouldn't you pick someone a lot nicer to look at to marry if you're going to settle down? Not that you ever settled, but seriously, if I wasn't already for the ladies, I would think the idea of being near him would convince me to prefer scabbards to swords in a heartbeat.”
“It's hard to say no to someone who's willing to do all your bitch work to stay on your good side. Means I can continue having fun with dumb dogs like you, knight.” Susan teased, smooshing a finger in Siofra's cheek. “I just fuck him now and again, not that it lasts long or requires much work on my part, and I got a dumb, happy little secretary for life.”
“I suppose that works. Though speaking of bitch work, can I get this leash off now? My monthly cycle is over. And besides, you let me do this to your town, I'm not going to wreck it further.”
“Nope. Not while you're in my home. Rules are rules, going to argue with the mayor, doggy? Besides, you look cute like that. Now be quiet and be grateful to eat your breakfast, it will be here shortly and I want you to eat every last scrap like the beast you are.”
Siofra snarled a bit, almost proving Susan's point about her being a dog regardless of what time it was, sitting down and going quiet save for her stomach's hungry growling. A moment later, Susan's husband showed back up carrying tray after tray of food, setting it down on the table and offering it to everyone. Piles of roasted and sugared meats left on the bone, eggs, fresh fruit, fried potatoes, fresh baked brown bread, jams and jellies, honey, and tubs of syrups were shown before them, their tankards being filled with the freshest pressed juice they'd had in a while. They didn't even have to grab for it, they were immediately served up whatever they asked for or pointed at, with plenty to go around. Seconds and leftovers would not be a problem.
All except Siofra, who was given her breakfast in a bowl, no silverware, and only the bits of meat that remained on bones, still attached. Susan tugged on her leash and grinned a cruel grin, looking at her straight in the eye. “I let you wreck my town, now pay the price and act your species, bitch.”
“If it weren't for the fact the ship is technically half yours right now, I'd challenge you to another duel over this, but tch, I can't have the repair bill sent back to Tanjil. You win.” snarled Siofra, swallowing her pride and making a spectacle of herself as she pushed her head forward, trying her best to eat everything served to her. It clung to her face and hair, making her look as dishonorable and ignoble as possible, with a shot of hot sauce from the bottle with the cockatrice on it going up her nose. Praise Fyrshala for making her fire elemental or else that might have hurt beyond some gross sinus clearing going down her face.
“So while the dumb bitch is eating, let's chart course. The Tower of Izravai'a is in the Frozen Northlands, normally a week or so of continuous flight from here. However, we have discovered some wind tunnels that grant boosted speed on our few attempts there to discover treasure to boost the town economy with. Anyone who made it back was certain to get route issues and improvements sent to me personally and I think I've come up with a way to get us there in four to five days at most. I only ask you let me have half of everything we find. I've a town to keep up and ports to keep stocked with tools and parts as well as a harem to feed, after all.”
Susan placed her hand on the back of Siofra's head with just enough force to keep her from coming up to speak. She smiled and looked at Millia for an answer. “Since you're her perfect virginal squire, you get to decide if it's fair or not, and if she disagrees I look forward to the exciting punishments she's sure to dole out at you.”
All the paladin could do was whine and eat. It's not like they could really argue the point, wanting out of this town and back on her quest before too many people see her like this and question her, and being humiliated on both ends was actually kind of hot, not that Siofra was ready to admit this easily. She just nodded the best she could to Millia, hoping Susan wouldn't notice, disguising it as chewing on the bone meat that she so desperately wanted to watch the knight stumble over. She even let out a little growl and bark to distract the elven captain as she tried to signal to her squire to just take it and end her misery now.
Millia noticed her flailing and tried her best to interpret it, hoping to Fyrshala she got it correct. “Er, yes, that sounds fine, Lady Susan Captain Ma'am.” Siofra signaled a thumbs up to her from behind her back, letting her know she had once again not failed her and would remain in her good graces. Not that she could stay mad at a cute girl long, no matter what the consequences or crime were, but it relieved them all the same.
“You're smart. I see I'm not dealing with amateur adventurers here. So you're not all just annoying speeches and unquenchable lusts. This may prove to be profitable yet!” laughed Susan, letting go of Siofra's head and allowing herself to clean up now that she finished her meal. “Alright, get ready to go, I want us out of here before lunch! Oh dear, wrap up the rest of the food and have it loaded on board. I need you to stay behind and manage the town while I'm gone. There may be something really good in it for you if you keep things safe and sound, so do your best now~” Her tone changed as she pat her husband on the head and kissed him, getting up and stretching, showing her chest off to the whole world and unlatching the leash off Siofra's collar.. “Tell the merchants to let you have whatever you need for the journey and they'll stock it on board for you. Just don't get too overboard or I'll have to tax you in tit touches, dear doggy!”
“Well, that sounds like a good an excuse as ever to go overstock on everything and have my bedroom urges covered the whole trip and then some! Come on, I bet there's at least one stall worker with a huge rack waiting to have me talk to them. Let's get going!” Siofra stood up happily, practically beaming as she spoke, fist clenched in a determined manner.
“Are you sure you should be showing your face after earlier?” asked Millia, sounding concerned. “I'm sorry I loaned you to her, but still, people are going to blame this on you.”
Siofra pat Millia and kissed her forehead, smiling. “It wasn't your fault. Besides, better to be stared at and remembered than ignored and forgotten! I'm sure someone will ask for an encore. Too bad it's only a monthly performance then, aye? Come on, let's get you treated to something nice to take that worry off of you. We all deserve it.”
With that, they left the manor and went out to the market, watching everyone mill about and haggle. Kids lined the streets to get free candy from the confectionery's booth, guards kept their eyes sharp and peeled for local thugs looking to rip anyone off, and goods and coin traded hand by the bundle. You either left a satisfied customer, a happy tourist, or thrown out onto your ass for refusing to play by the rules. At least it was a lively market, full of variety and diversity, people from all over coming here to buy and to sell. Siofra's eyes scanned the booth owners looking for any young lasses in need of a charming woman like herself to come barter with them, hoping they'd throw in some stuff free of charge and avoiding the captain's touchy feely tax. As much as she was looking forward to being charged extra like that, she also wanted to spend some time planning and preparing and training. There was no telling what would await them at the Tower or at the Northlands, and she wasn't about to see any one of her girls hurt.
Which is exactly why she went for the weapons stall first. A rather tall, toned, and pale harpy lady was running it, her hands on the counter tapping at it, wings out in a display of gold and green, flesh and feathers both covered in soot marks and scrapes.. Her hair and eyes matched, looking at Siofra, who was significantly shorter than her, smiling up at her and waving with a look of confusion.
“Eh? What do you want, tiny one?” she chirped down at the knight. “I'm afraid I don't make feather capes in your size. It'd trail behind you and get dusty and be an insult to my craft.”
Siofra looked back, equally confused. For a human girl, she was a bit above average in size, which meant this girl had to at least be amazonian if not grander in stature. “Er, I was simply wondering if a majestic being like yourself would find it in her strong heart to outfit my crew for a journey on over to the Tower of Izravai'a, milady! Captain Susan's orders and all. Whatever you think is durable and warm enough for the Northlands would work best, oh silken winged one! I need not your feathers on me to know you make my own heart go a-flutter.”
The smithing harpy just looked down and tilted her head, sighing. “You're weird. Are you trying to eke out a discount or something? If it's for the Mayor, I'll do it, but geeze, you're coming on a bit strong for someone so small.”
“Ahh? I'm not trying to do something as simple as haggling, milady, unless haggling over a date is acceptable to you. I just was not expecting there to be an angel of a bird working the stalls here today, oh, what luck my goddess has granted me!” Siofra continued, her voice almost singing as she doted on the worker, clearly smitten with the presence of such a strong, beautiful woman. “You're making my soul soar on wings of love and it would be but a crime not to treat you to the wonderful warm feeling I'm having inside me, shared between us close~”
As she reached up to look at her more, her collar showed itself, nametag dangling and chiming a bit. The bird took notice and grinned wide. “Oh, it's the dog that ransacked my shop last night. I thought you smelled familiar. Why don't you play nice now and be quiet about trying to get under my feathers and let me load your ship in peace, lest I charge you a hefty fine instead?”
Siofra choked on her own words and went bright red, mumbling shyly. “Ahh, I...S-sorry about that! I'll shut up! Don't tell the other booth owners!” she squeaked, promptly running towards Millia and hiding behind her. The squire sighed and shrugged at the shopkeeper, trying to show her this is how she always acts and it is a hard thing to put up with most of the time. The harpy just smiled back and nodded, glad that her intimidation shut her up, getting about her business as she whistled a happy tune to herself, glad to be rid of the bratty little dog knight nipping at her feathers.
The rest of the time around the market was uncomfortably awkward like this for the knight, the keepers able to spot that collar and talk her into keeping her mouth shut. For the crew from Tanjil, this was all too funny to see, watching the women do everything they could to the knight in exchange for not making her pay for repairs. It wasn't Siofra's fault that she tended to forget most of the stuff that happened while she transformed, only vague impressions left behind in her mind, so this was cruel, cruel torture. Very hot torture she would remember later if nobody was in her bedsheets and all she had was her glowing hands as bedmates, but torture never the less. The crew had differing opinions on what part of Siofra's public torment were good and which were boring, but it was universally agreed upon that the part where she had to sing an advertisement for the fruit stall while twirling a sign around for it was the best of the batch.
Soon, they had hit every stall they needed, a few they really didn't need for a trip but wanted free stuff for themselves anyways, and the couple stalls nobody uses but they figured they may use up their credit and see what kind of bullshit they could smuggle on board anyways. Nobody could figure out why they ordered a crate of extra large loincloths, but they were offering and desperate for any kind of business, so they figured they could use them as blankets or something to sit on while eating.
The only thing left was a flag. Siofra had managed to talk a large chested sorceress who dabbled in sewing and stitching to magic her up a flag that represented everything she stood for and fit the name of the ship while being somewhat classy and tasteful. As they boarded the ship and met back up with Susan to check everything before heading off, the sorceress returned with the flag set in a package, whispering in Siofra's ear about her payment, the knight sighing and taking her to a dark, quiet corner real quick.
As everyone lined up to wave goodbye to the crew, the flag was hoisted up, and the people of Gryan got the image of a winged maiden covering her chest and surrounded by various weaponry and flames flapping in the wind above them, able to see almost every single bit of nudity that Siofra asked for/ Only the crotch and nipples were barely covered by fingers, the maiden blushing and pointed ears perked up.
The crew of The Maidenhead saluted it and waved goodbye, onwards to their destiny, the knight rubbing her ass now and again with a healing hand to deal with the change she was given from her payment a short bit ago and cringing. Next time she would ask for it without the lashings. She just hoped she'd not have to sit down much for the rest of the day, unless someone was there to give her butt pats.
Though she had to admit, it was hard to sit down and be quiet when she was this close to landing in the domain of the gods. She could practically smell Fyrshala from here as they stabilized the ship on its route, pointed perfectly north, her heart and loins both pounding as she paced the deck, a mad grin on her face.