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It was common knowledge that magic was trouble.
‘But think of how many amazing things one can do with magic!’ some would think. The possibilities do, in fact, seem endless. Magic could achieve no end of things that would otherwise seem impossible.
That's what made it so troublesome.
Magic had a tendency to come about in the most unhinged ways. For instance, a wizard crafting a new spell was never as simple as ‘I have created a spell that hastens the ripening of fruit'. It's always something along the lines of ‘This spell makes fruit age at twice the speed, but as a result, it also has a tendency to come alive and try to eat you.’
And that just didn't make sense!
So we meet Treyvi, a pursuer of magic in its many forms.
As an elf, one would assume that Treyvi would have a proclivity for the magical arts. One would, however, assume quite incorrectly.
Treyvi was what elves affectionately referred to as a doiraen-isk. Or as it translated literally into the common language, a dud-elf. It was a rarity for an elf to be born with no inclination to magic, but she was an exception.
Unflattering nickname aside, Treyvi was not far removed from how other elves looked. She had the same platinum blonde hair that most high elves had, cut short in a bob that just brushed her neck and swept down to cover half her face. Her ears were pointed upright and out. Her eyes were gold, covered by a pair of large, round spectacles and her skin pale but for the natural rosy hue that dusted her cheeks and nose.
Her attire, however, was yet another point of contention amongst elves. Most elves wore traditional garb of leaves, barks, and thin fabrics, but those that ventured outside elven lands would sometimes be swayed into dressing themselves to match the cultures they found themselves in. Treyvi was one such elf, who had ventured into a human town and been swept away by their lifestyles.
A white, form fitting blouse and a green, tapered shoulder cape covered her torso. She wore a short navy skirt with hosen shorts underneath to protect her dignity. Brown, shin high boots were laced tight to cover her feet.
She figured if she already stood out for her lack of magic, then she may as well stand out for other reasons too.
Since Treyvi had such miniscule magical reserves, she had instead dedicated herself to learning about magic as much as she could. She had started with elven magics, of course, but quickly realized that there was simply so much more to be seen! Magic was everywhere in this world, and to limit herself to just the elven circles was folly to a scholar like her!
Of course, this too was frowned upon by most elves. If it wasn't obvious, elves were a very obstinate society. She was ridiculed for delving into magics not their own, and often found herself harassed for it as well.
As she did now. With her underwear being pulled up to the pointed ends of her ears.
“Aigh! Dusca siin alfoi!”
Translation: Dusca, please stop.
“Ma skalemnfrau ei baythletal! Nurshk!”
Translation again: Then stop asking for it. Nerd.
Nurshk was yet another word Treyvi was very familiar with. It was one of the few words that elves had adopted and assimilated into their tongue from the common language. Sometimes Treyvi wondered if it was done just for her.
The person she was talking to, Dusca, was another high elf in her circle. Her hair was the same color as Treyvi's but was long, flowing down her back and nearly touching the ground beneath them. Her eyes were a deep maroon color and she lacked the natural blush that Treyvi had. Her ears were longer than Treyvi's but pointed back instead of out.
She wore a deep green leotard and an autumn leaf cloak, all the leaves a range of orange, reds, and yellow. Barkskin bracers protected her forearms. Like most elves she didn't exactly have a sense of modesty, so her lower half had only the leotard to cover her. She had a pair of sandals on that wound their way up her calves like vines.
Dusca was, in some sense of the word, a friend. Likely Treyvi’s only one. Less an ‘unconditional, have your back when you need it’ friend, and more of a ‘did not hate her as much as other elves but still loved picking on her’ friends. That was a friend, right? She wasn't sure, she didn't have any beside her and Dusca had assured her they were friends and that this was apparently something friends did. Except only if Treyvi was the one having her panties pulled and nobody else.
It was a very common occurrence besides that, with most elves ripping her small clothes up her perky little booty. Yet despite this, she never had any other elves refer to her as a friend.
“Aigh! Stop already!”
Dusca scoffed and pulled harder. Elves hated it when someone spoke a language that was anything but elvish.
Treyvi winced and cringed as her cute, human-made underwear sliced through her lips and crack. It was made worse by the fact that she and Dusca were the same height, five foot two, so Dusca would jump to make the panties go higher, sending painful jolt up her ass each time. She had gotten these panties since they were soft, all white with a cute little bear on the seat and a pink bow on the front. Only now they weren't soft and she would most definitely be tasting them for the rest of the day.
“Using that uncouth human tongue again! Studying foreign magics! Wearing these absolutely ridiculous clothes!” Dusca growled, punctuating each statement with a harsh tug that made Treyvi's legs cross more each time. “You're lucky it's just me right now! Dorelein and the others were looking for you earlier!”
Treyvi winced more, both from the continued wedgie and the knowledge that Dorelein was looking for her. Dorelein was notoriously her biggest critic, and she and her circle of friends liked to go out of their way to make Treyvi their personal arshelar. There wasn't a direct translation for that word, but it roughly meant a person that you torment because it's humorous and embarrasses them and makes you feel happy while doing so. She was... A lot of elves arshelar, actually...
She was starting to think that maybe, just maybe, she was Dusca’s as well.
Dusca finally stretched the fabric enough to trap her face in it, leaving her standing knock-kneed in an atomic wedgie. “Why can't you just be a normal elf!?”
“W-why do I have to be like everyone else!? I'm already different!”
Dusca groaned and reached forward, pinching her nipple with a quick twist. Treyvi yelped and stumbled before falling forward, ass stuck up in the air and back arched uncomfortably as she tried to pry the waistband from her chin.
It was like this every day for the last eight hundred forty nine years. She was a grown elf, damn it! Even fifty year old elves were constantly pulling on her undies or flicking her ears! Fifty year olds! Having such a young elves pick on her had shattered her already miniscule amount of self esteem.
It was even worse when they used magic as well. Elves had a bond with nature, so much of their magic was based around plants and the like, all used in more and more unique ways to humiliate her. Vines pulling her clothes or swatting her rear, living plants swallowing her and dissolving her clothes, different ivys used to give her embarrassing itches or smells. It was torture!
“Do you want to be exiled from the circles? Is that what you want?”
Everyone always threatened her with this, that if she continues to pursue other cultures she'd be ‘exiled’. And yet here she was, nearly eight hundred fifty years old and she was still the circles favorite punching bag. It dawned on her there that exile was never truly a threat. They liked having her around far more if it meant they could bully her and keep her confidence broken.
Well no more.
“Urgh! Nefta! To hell with your exile! I'm leaving my own damn self!”
She had shouted this so loud that it echoed a little. Nefta was a particularly violent way of saying ‘fuck it’. All was silent as she finally managed to get her panties off her face. She scowled into Dusca's eyes, who for the first time in their many years of knowing each other, was shocked to silence.
Good. Treyvi huffed and stomped off to her hollow. She needed to pack and leave. Now. She was done with other elves. She wanted to see the rest of the world.
So far she'd only ever seen the nearest human town, a quaint and bustling little trade town, but she wanted more. There were so many different places with magics of all kinds to see!
She shoved the few belongings she had in her travel trunk. She didn't own a lot, mostly books. It took barely any time to get everything together, and when she was done she kicked her door open and marched for the entrance of their circle's grove.
Along the way she saw many elves staring at her, wide eyed. Evidently she had been heard by more people than she thought when she had shouted earlier. There was murmuring and pointing but she ignored it. She didn't see them as her people anymore than they saw her as theirs.
At the gate of the grove, she saw Dusca and— ugh, Dorelein. Dusca looked nervous, wracking her hands together. Dorelein looked furious.
“Where do you think you're going?” Dorelein demanded. Treyvi sneered.
“Anywhere that's not here!” she spoke in the common language, confusing them as to what she had said. She didn't care, and moved to stomp past her but Dusca intercepted her.
“W-wait! You can't just leave, Treyvi!”
She spat on the soil and she heard everyone around her gasp. To spit on the earth was a grave offense to elves. She glared into both of their eyes, turned her chin up, and stomped out of the grove.
She didn't look back the entire way out of the forest. And for once...
She felt amazing.
/\~\/~/\
Treyvi sighed as she sat by the small fire she had made. It had taken the whole day to get out of the forest her circle resided in. She stared up at the boundless night sky, so open when compared to the way the trees would block it in the circle.
She had done this passionately but hadn't thought of where she'd be heading first. A human settlement of some kind? They were generally the easiest to integrate into, but Treyvi wasn't looking to simply settle down somewhere else. She wanted to see everything! Learn everything! She just needed to—
Crunch!
She jolted and went on alert. Footsteps were approaching her camp. She couldn't use magic to defend herself but she had a particularly large stick! She desperately hoped that'd be enough.
She listened intently as the steps grew closer. She tensed, ready to swing her makeshift club.
“Treyvi— AIGH!”
“WAH!”
Treyvi had already started swinging when she realized who it was that she was swinging at. She had to quickly turn and smack the ground, a small puff of dirt flying up.
“Dusca!?”
Dusca, for her part, looked terrified. Rightfully so, considering she nearly had her skull cracked. Treyvi had the dark thought that maybe she should've kept going before shaking it off. She wasn't worth it.
Dusca caught her breath and adjusted a large backpack she had before scowling. “You almost killed me!”
Treyvi rolled her eyes. “You would've been fine. Mostly.”
Dusca squawked, and stomped a foot. “I most certainly would not have been!”
Treyvi sighed. “Such a baby...”
Dusca glared. “You better not have just said something rude!”
The best part of most elves not knowing the common language was that Treyvi often got away with calling them names that they didn't understand. Granted, they would just get more aggressive if they heard her speaking another language, but it was the little things.
“What are you doing here?”
Dusca suddenly clammed up, an out of place blush crossing her face.
“Erm, I... That's to say...”
Treyvi stared at her, dumbfounded.
“Did you follow me!?”
Dusca stammered. “N-no! I just... Happened to be on a walk and ran into you!”
Treyvi gave her a deadpan glare. Dusca flushed more.
“Okay fine! I was worried you'd get hurt!”
She took a deep breath and looked Treyvi in the eyes. “Come back to the grove? It's dangerous out here!”
Treyvi frowned. “Don't pretend like we were actually friends, Dusca.”
Dusca winced. “Well, I know I wasn't the nicest to you—”
Treyvi glared and pointed to her butt, her panties still bunched up above her skirt. Dusca laughed awkwardly.
“Erm...” The gears were visibly turning in her head. “I... Thought it was f-funny?”
Treyvi glared harder. “Wrong answer. Go away.”
Dusca slapped her hands together and bowed. “Wait, please Treyvi! I'm sorry! I don't want to know you got hurt because we all pushed you away!”
“You should've thought of that eight hundred years ago!”
Dusca slumped. “Y-yeah, you're right...”
Treyvi huffed. “And what's with the bag?”
Dusca dug a toe into the dirt. “Er, well... I figured you probably wouldn't listen to me and go back but...”
Treyvi raised an eyebrow and waited for her to continue.
“I, uh, figured that if I couldn't convince you to return, I could at least go with you until you're ready to come back!”
Treyvi shook her head. “Absolutely not.”
Dusca whined. “Come, Treyvi, please!? I want to be better to you! I want to actually be your...” Dusca blushed and scrunched her face up, “... Friend...”
Treyvi stared at her for an uncomfortably long time. Dusca started to fidget in the spot, flushing the longer she just watched her.
“... You really mean it?”
Dusca nodded rapidly. “Yes! I'll be the best friend ever!”
Treyvi hummed. “I have conditions.”
Dusca nodded again, beaming. “Of course! Your word is now my law!”
Treyvi pursed her lips. “First, you will not badger me or burden our journey with elven norms.”
Dusca clicked her teeth but relented easily enough. “Very well. I shall deign not to speak of them.”
“Second, you will learn the common tongue.”
That made Dusca put up a fuss.
“But—!”
Treyvi narrowed her eyes. Dusca froze and groaned.
“Fine! I'll learn the language of the stupid!”
Good enough for now, Treyvi thought.
“Third, you will stop calling me a doiraen-isk.”
Dusca nodded solemnly, looking ashamed for having to admit it. Treyvi nodded.
“And last, you will turn around.”
Dusca blinked. “Huh?”
Treyvi spun a finger and Dusca turned around slowly. What exactly did this have to do with her conditions? Was she making sure that she had packed properly? Was she—
Dusca froze as she felt two hands wrap around the lower end of her leotard.
“T-Treyvi?”
Treyvi smirked viciously behind her.
“Wait doooOOOOOOOWWWWW!”
Dusca shrieked as she had her only form of coverage pulled up her ass. The material immediately rode up the front as well, leaving her bare pussy lips to gobble up the material along with her round ass.
“Expect a lot more of this!” Treyvi laughed, “I can't believe you always said I deserved these! Your butt is bigger than mine!”
It was true. Treyvi had a cute, perky butt that stuck out in just the right way. It wasn't especially large, but it was round and bounced easily. Dusca, in contrast, had wide hips and round cheeks, fairly uncommon for elves, frankly. The fact that elves didn't believe in pants only meant that everyone could always see the full moon that was Dusca's bottom.
“Aigh! Stop! It hurts!”
Treyvi grunted, pulling up harder and eliciting another squeal from Dusca. “You don't say!”
Dusca continued squeaking and yelling as Treyvi mauled her leotard. The material never ripped, a design of the eleven race that Dusca was now very much cursing. The good news was that it also wouldn't get stretched out too badly, though with the strength and speed of each pull Treyvi dished out, Dusca wondered how that would hold up.
“Ready?”
“NO!”
Treyvi laughed and leaned back, holding Dusca off the ground to hang, supported by nothing but the fabric invading her ass and cooter and Treyvi's body. Dusca's eyes crossed and her legs twitched as she spasmed.
Finally Treyvi dropped her. Dusca wheezed and rubbed her absurd lips. She'd deal with her ass after. Treyvi dusted her hands off and sighed, turning around to survey the camp again.
“That was fun! I get why you enjoy it so much now!”
Dusca didn't know what she'd just said but she could tell it was aimed to condescend her. Growling she jumped up to her feet and grabbed two fistfuls of Treyvi's panties. The other elf gasped.
“Hey wait— OOOOOUGH!”
Dusca hauled the material up, bouncing the other elf up and down over and over and over again. Treyvi wailed and flailed, kicking her legs as her underwear violated her nether region.
“None of your rules said I couldn't do this back to you! You wanna get handsy with me!? Then I'll be just as handsy with you!”
Treyvi couldn't even get the words out to refuse, instead continuing to scream as she was bounced.
Dusca huffed and dropped her, Treyvi groaning as her glasses were left askew on her face and her ass pointed in the air.
“Urgh... New... Rule...”
Dusca slapped her ass and she squealed.
“Nope! That's one I won't follow!”
Both girls groaned and unclogged the drain, sighing when their clothes popped out of their cheeks. They glared at one another but settled down for the night.
Treyvi sighed, thinking of all the places she would go and how it would be to have a... Friend, along for the journey. She turned to see Dusca snoring, face pressed down into her sleeping roll, her butt stuck up. Treyvi giggled quietly. What a position to sleep in.
She sighed and stared back up at the stars. Just where would this adventure bring her? Just how far would she end up from her former home?
/\~\/~/\
Not far, it turned out, since at the moment she and Dusca set out the next morning they were immediately faced with a roadblock. What kind of roadblock?
“DRAENFIE! ALWAYS DRAENFIE! I HATE IT!”
Treyvi squealed this whilst being held aloft by her panties yet again. Draenfie, or as it translated, Snickervine, was a peculiar type of flora that was native to their forest. It was called as such for two reasons.
One was that when it was rustled, the sound the vines made sounded like mischievous laughter.
“AIGH! HOW DID YOU DEAL WITH THIS FOR SO LONG, TREYVI!?”
The other reason was that it was semi sentient with only the capacity for pulling practical jokes on passers-by. Dusca was learning this the hard way— by having her bodysuit become one with her asshole. Treyvi would get her to wear underwear when they got to the nearest town. At least if that ripped, her companion wouldn't be naked.
Why was there a sentient prank plant, one may ask? It was mostly placed around the outer parts of the forest to keep intruders out. The plants that could kill were deeper in, and as elves they were immune to most of those.
These, however, were indiscriminate. Snickervine grew in the boughs of the canopy, and would fall to catch people off guard.
Almost no elves dealt with them due to never leaving the depths of the forest they come from. Treyvi, as one of the very few elves that had left the forest before, was unfortunately familiar with them.
“EEEYAH! TREYVI! HOW DO I MAKE IT STOP!?”
Treyvi winced as she watched Dusca get bounced like a paddle ball. It was a testament to elven weaving that her clothes remained untorn, but an equal display of the strength of a Snickervine that it had stretched as much as it had.
“The wedgie or the vines!?”
“BOOOOOTH!”
There wasn't exactly a way to make the vines stop without wedgies, unfortunately. Treyvi yelped as a vine wrapped around her ankles. Even knowing what was coming didn't help. She cried out as the vine holding her legs and the one snagged on her panties pulled in opposite directions.
Wiggling did nothing. Well, nothing but make it worse. She cringed as she tried and felt the material tighten in all the wrong places.
“You're the one with magic! Why don't you just tell them to stop!?”
Dusca wailed as she was bounced. “I HAVE TO FOCUS TO DO THAT!”
Some good that did. As if she could focus at a time like this! Dusca was feeling her clothes invade places she'd never had invaded before. It felt like her ass would never stop burning after this!
The vines suddenly swung the two nearly face first into each other. They yelped when they stopped just short, swaying and tapping noses. They both struggled as the vines descended towards their bottoms again. Dusca squirmed more fervently.
“No! Take her! She's used to them!”
“Wha— oh, you fungal-brained bitc—”
“OOUGH!”
“AIGH!”
Their arguing was cut short as the wedgies continued. Only now it seemed the vines had a goal. It started with Dusca.
Her tongue hung out of her mouth, eyes rolling as not one but two vines now pulled her leotard up in harsh, twisting pulls. Her legs twitched with every pull but hanging as she was and with her arms bound she could do nothing but take the full force of each tug.
Even the expertly woven elven garb could not hold forever. It ripped with a loud, shearing noise that made Treyvi wince past her own wedgie. The choked squeak that Dusca made was the classic sound of a wedgie victim's soul leaving their body. She could now assuredly say that she was alone in this hell.
Treyvi cried out as the pulling on her own panties increased twofold, the material dragging up her back and grinding against her ass. She watched the vine bring it higher and higher above her head, stretched to impossible lengths.
The vine wrapped around her and Dusca tightened, squishing them together, their legs being pulled past each other so as to puzzle piece them together. Meanwhile, the vine holding her panties above their heads descended.
“Ooooouuuhhh...”
Treyvi moaned, eyes crossed and twitching as the waistband of her panties was pulled over her head for the second time in twenty-four hours, only this time it was hooked to the back of Dusca’s head.
Finally, the vines dropped them, the two elves falling unceremoniously on their bums, their cheeks forced to take the burnt of the fall. Tangled in each other's legs and secured face to face by Treyvi's panties, the two elves could do nothing but sit their, near comatose after having their asses brutalized.
After a few solid minutes of pained silence, Treyvi finally managed to snap out of her stupor and speak again.
“D-Dusca...?”
Her response was muffled against Treyvi's neck. “No more pulling please...”
Dusca was still out of it, then. She tried getting out of their conjoined wedgie but there was no sign of being able to. With their legs still interlocked, there was no chance of standing either. They were stuck crotch to crotch, locked together by her own panties.
“Well, at least things can't get worse than this!”
/\~\/~/\
Things got worse pretty much immediately after.
“Afte oin leck t’doir!”
“Just put it on, foong-brahr!”
After Dusca had awoken and they'd extracted themselves from their position, Treyvi suggested they make tracks as fast as they could for the human town. Dusca had agreed quickly, forgetting, at the time, her distaste for humans in favor of getting as far from any more Snickervine as possible.
Now however, Dusca had recouped enough to remember that she abhorred humans and their customs. Especially this one.
“Dreshleng bek altoilila!”
“I don't care!” Treyvi growled and switched back to elvish, “Put the damn clothes on!”
“I refuse!”
There was a gruff clearing of someone's throat, and Treyvi sent an apologetic smile to the store owner. After all, it wasn't just the noise that was likely annoying them. It was probably the fact that Dusca was naked everywhere that counted.
Although the many onlookers from inside and at the windows would likely say she was the best catch at the shop all day.
Treyvi flushed. Why did every elf have to have no shame!?
“Put the bark forsaken clothes on! You're making a scene!”
“I'll put on a whole damn play if I have to! I'm not wearing such ridiculous garments!”
The ridiculous garments were not, in fact, all that ridiculous. She managed to persuade her to put the top on, a cropped, forest green shirt. It was the bottoms she was struggling with.
“What's wrong with these!?”
“It looks like something a human would wear!”
“It IS something a human would wear you doofus! That's why we're here!”
The bottoms in question were a black, lacy thong and a pair of walnut colored leather pants. Dusca had already hated the thought of putting on underwear, stating that it was a human custom to feel shame for their natural bodies, but it was truly the pants that was making her dig her heels in.
This had been going on for nearly twenty minutes. The plan was to be fast and not cause any trouble for the owner. Just an easy go in, cover up Dusca's nakedness, and leave. Instead Dusca was just drawing more attention to that little detail.
“But it's just so... Why's it look like this!?”
“Just put it on! It's comfy!”
“Comfort be damned, I will not reduce myself to wearing these! Can't I just wear the thing?”
“It's thong, Dusca, not thing. And no you can't just wear that! It's indecent!”
Suffice to say that Dusca clearly had no problem with indecency considering she was standing full bear to the world with no inkling of it bothering her. Treyvi put her hands to her hips.
“You told me you'd do away with the elven norms!”
Dusca groaned and stared at the garments with a look of utter contempt. She made a noise in her throat before snatching them and stomping.
“Fine! I'll wear the ugly human clothes!”
“Finally!” Treyvi practically shouted, wincing and covering her mouth. She smiled nervously and nodded to the shopkeeper. “Er, sorry. We'll take these ones.”
One purchase later and after being practically booted from the store, the two elves were left standing in the middle of town. Dusca was disgruntledly picking at her rear, trying to dislodge both the underwear and pants riding up her ass.
“Grr! These clothes practically humiliate me on their own! Why must they stick like this!?”
“That's something that particular type of underwear is known for.”
Dusca grunted at the knowledge and went back to picking at her wedgie before she stopped and glared at her fellow elf.
“You knew this and didn't tell me!?”
Treyvi hid her smirk, shrugging.
“Oops. Guess I forgot!”
They were given a warning by the town guards moments later after Dusca had given her a swirly in the town fountain. That left them to find lodgings for the night. There was only one problem.
“What do you mean we must pay to sleep?”
Treyvi dragged a hand down her face. “We don't need to pay to sleep, we need to pay for a room.”
Dusca complained that it was the same thing. Treyvi duly ignored her. The issue wasn't Dusca's whining this time, it was that they had very few funds.
Most of Treyvi's finances, if they could be called that, was money she had received through trading information about elves or trinkets from the forest. Since their race was so reclusive, scholars would pay a lot for such chances. So surely Treyvi would have saved up a tidy nest egg, no?
Well, she would have if she hadn't immediately spent most of said money on clothes, books, and human foods. She noted now that she had been foolish to do so, but if she were to study other cultures and their magics seriously she would need to try everything!
The innkeeper shook her head. “Sorry ladies. No money, no room.”
Dusca looked ready to hop the counter, not needing to know the language of humans to figure out what was just said. Treyvi flicked her ear and she hissed, pouting instead and crossing her arms with a huff.
“Um, excuse me?” A new voice asked from behind them. They turned to find a human girl, a good six inches taller than both of them, fiddling with her hands.
“Ugh, she looks as pathetic as you.”
Treyvi flicked her ear again and Dusca sulked.
“Hello,” Treyvi bowed slightly, “Is there something we can help you with?”
The girl looked surprised that she spoke so clearly. “O-oh! I hadn't realized you knew the common language! Most elves refuse to learn it...”
“I have studied it for a good many years,” Treyvi smiled, preening slightly. It was rare to come across them, but humans that recognized the rarity in her knowledge always gave her a sense of pride.
“Right! Of course you would have! Elves have much longer lives than we humans...” The girl seemed to go into her own space for a moment, muttering about age and relativity to years. She shook her head quickly and stammered. “B-but excuse me! My name is Fria! Fria Af’Leoht!”
Fria was, as she would be to most elves, fairly adorable, though when you were a race that could easily live past a thousand most other living things started to seem cute. Her voice was higher in pitch and softer than their own elven timbre.
She had olive skin and dark brown hair that curled in waves down to her upper back, a purple ribbon tied in a bow on top of her head. Like Treyvi, she too wore glasses, though hers seemed even thicker and wider than even the elves. Her eyes were a mix of hazel and green, and freckles dotted her face across her cheeks and nose.
Her breasts were very large and hung with clear heft to them. Her hips, too, were wide and round with a backside that dwarfed Dusca's easily and she had a slight pudge to her tummy. She wore a dusky orange tunic with a brown belt around her waist, off white tights, and brown boots.
She had a body that was completely unheard of to elves. Since their race didn't breed or mother the way that many of their counterparts did, elves generally didn't fill out much. Even Dusca's butt, which she and many other elves would have considered large, was smaller than most humans' own consideration of the term.
“A peculiar name,” Treyvi mused. She shook her head. “But my manners evade me. I am one called Treyvi.”
She nudged her fellow elf and nodded to the girl. A roll of the eyes and a full body sigh followed before she introduced herself.
“I am one called Dusca.”
Fria tilted her head before she spoke, surprising both of them. “Treyvi and Dusca are the elven words for Tall Tree and Falling Sun, correct?”
Dusca looked shocked. Treyvi laughed and regarded the human girl with more respect. “You've gone and broken her! Had she known you could understand her, she likely would've held her tongue!”
Dusca flushed and smacked her arm. Fria waved them off with a flush. “Oh, I didn't mind. That's actually pretty tame compared to what most elves had said to me!”
They both believed it.
Dusca cleared her throat, trying to save face. “Your understanding of our words is good but your pronunciation is in need of some work, human called Free Ah.”
“Er, Fria. No need to emphasize any part of it.”
Dusca stared at her. The silence was palpable. Fria hunched over on herself. “Er, I'm sorry! I didn't mean to misspeak!”
Treyvi shook her head. “She's not judging yo— okay, well, she's definitely judging you, but she's not upset you corrected her. She has no idea what you even just said!”
Fria sighed, holding a hand to her chest. “Oh thank the stars. I had thought I'd offended her!”
“Fear not. She's what you humans would call a... Sourpuss?”
Fria giggled, a sound like wind chimes.
Dusca was starting to look like a child left out of an adult’s conversation, stomping a foot and slapping Treyvi's arm.
“What are you both spitting on about!?”
“Oh so now you wish to know the common tongue?”
“Grk!” Dusca blushed bright and turned away. “Fine! Keep your secrets!”
Treyvi ignored her. “So then, child. You never told us what you were asking after.”
“Oh, I'm actually twenty two!”
Treyvi nodded. “Yes. Quite young, as I understand it.”
Fria looked like she wanted to correct her but realized talking to an elf about age was a forgone conclusion. Instead she steadied herself and adopted what she hoped looked like a poised and professional position.
Treyvi smiled. “Cute.”
She deflated slightly. That wasn't quite what she was hoping for but she'd have to just press on.
“I am looking for travel companions who are well versed in the world as I plan to embark on an adventure! Will you please accompany me!?”
“Will you pay for our room?”
“DUSCA!”
“What!? We need a bed!”
Rather than look offended, Fria looked determined. She nodded resolutely. “I will!”
“Works for me.”
Treyvi sighed. “Unfortunately I don't think we're as well versed as you want. She's never left the circle before today and this town is the furthest I've traveled.”
Fria still looked hopeful. “But you both know magic, right!?”
Treyvi winced. Dusca gave her a questioning look. Treyvi leaned in to whisper to her fellow elf.
“She thinks we both know magic.”
“I know magic. Take her deal!”
“Oh yes, and that helped us so much earlier...”
“Sh-shut up! We can't afford to refuse!”
“I'm not going to lie to a child!”
“Adults lie to children all the time! It's fine!”
Fria watched the two elves get more and more into it, pinching each other's ears and faces before devolving into further means of fighting.
Namely pulling each other's underwear.
Dusca cringed at the feeling of lace chafing against her crotch as Treyvi pulled the front of her thong up harshly. “Just accept the damn offer you coward!”
Treyvi yelped when Dusca hiked up the sides of her panties, holding them up to her armpits. “She'll end up getting killed you heartless tree stump!”
Fria rubbed her thighs together, blushing as she watched. Man that's hot, she thought to herself. She shook her head and slapped her cheeks. Focus!
“Erm, you two?”
They ignored Fria, continuing their pulling and insulting. Fria tried again in their tongue.
“If my offer is too much I can—”
“We accept!”
“No we don't!”
Fria sighed. Maybe she should just let them work it out their way. Besides, it totally wasn't like she was enjoying watching them. It couldn't take that long, right?
Turns out it could take longer than she expected. It was about fifteen minutes of back and forth pulling before finally Treyvi called uncle first. Dusca didn't look far away, though, tears visible at the corners of her eyes.
“AIGH! Fine! Just let go already!”
With a snap the panties flopped pathetically down, looking like a pair of suspenders that hung rather than panties anymore. Dusca went to work stuffing her hands down the front of her pants to unclog her drain.
“We will... Join you on your journey...” Treyvi finally agreed, wincing as she plucked her own wedgie.
“Wonderful!” Fria cheered. “I can't wait to set out!”
One transaction later and the three of them had rented a room at the inn. It was a simple room, just two beds and a small desk between them with a long candle on it for light. Since there were only two beds available, Fria insisted she sleep on the floor
“Is this a weird human custom?” Dusca asked. Treyvi shrugged.
“N-no! I just, erm, think you two deserve it?”
Which was her polite way of saying she was too much of a doormat to claim one of the beds. Treyvi shook her head.
“Nonsense. You can share with me, if it's fine with you. Otherwise I'll just share with Dusca.”
Dusca tilted her head. Treyvi repeated the statement to her and the other elf scowled.
“I don't want to share with you... You smell bad and you sleep with your arms up!”
“How do you think I feel!? Your butt moves around so much in your sleep, it ends up on your pillow most of the time! I run the risk of waking up with your ass on my face!”
“I could s-sleep with Dusca!” Fria was practically salivating. Dusca eyed her wearily.
“Ugh, I guess if I had to pick between you and the human... Wait, you don't do anything weird in your sleep, do you?”
Fria shuffled in place. “W-well, I've been told I have a tendency to g-get, erm, grabby?”
Dusca sneered and looked between the two. “Enjoy sleeping together.”
Treyvi shrugged, turning back to Fria. “Ignore her. She's just cranky from a long day... I don't smell by the way!”
Fria nodded, mostly to assuage the slightly manic look that crossed the elf's face when she claimed that. Treyvi for her part didn't mind the notion of her bedmate getting cozy. Worst case scenario, Fria ends up cuddling her like a stuffed toy. It sounded almost nice!
/\~\/~/\
It was not nice.
When Fria said she got grabby, she should've said she got gropey.
Fria had fallen asleep quickly, and Treyvi was about to follow when the taller girl started moving. At first she prepared herself for the hug she was expecting.
In a way, she did. Fria had ended up pulling her in for a hug, smashing her face between her massive boobs and throwing a leg over her, effectively trapping the elf in place. She had brought her head down to, snuggling right into Treyvi's ear, her shallow breaths sending a warm shiver down the elf's spine.
The trouble started after that, when Fria’s hand found its way to her chest.
“Mmf!” Treyvi gasped for the umpteenth time since they all turned in. The human girl's hand was clamped firmly around the elf's small, pert boob. And, as it turned out, Fria had a habit of twitching in her sleep. With two of her fingers pressed together and inadvertently pinching her nipple, every twitch was giving Treyvi a mini titty twister.
This was already bad enough, but what was worse was that Fria's other hand had gone lower. Due to Treyvi's sleight size in both height and frame, the human girl easily got her hand to go all the way on her ass, fingers splayed out as she squeezed her tender cheek meat. This wouldn't have been quite as bad if it weren't for the fact that Treyvi's booty had been through a lot today.
“Mmmm!” Treyvi also couldn't get the girl to wake up as she was. Her arms were trapped by her sides and her mouth was muffled in a sea of boobies.
Was there any way for it to get worse?
Plish!
Treyvi cringed at the wet feeling and sound. Turns out it could get worse. So much worse.
Fria had started drooling. And given the position of both her head to Treyvi's ear, that meant the drool was going...
Right into my earrrrrr— GROSS GROSS GROSS GROSS GROOOOOSSSSSS!
Treyvi's thoughts would remain silenced as Fria continued to flood her ear with a slow but steady flow of saliva. It was like so many of the times she'd been given a wet willy, but somehow, even without the twisting of a finger, this felt so much worse. Truly this was as bad as it got.
Fria somehow proved her wrong again, multiple times in a row this time. The first came when the hand on her ass finally moved. Only it ended up moving to catch her by the silky, beige sleeping shorts she was wearing.
And then it started pulling.
As if she hadn't gotten enough wedgies already!
She squirmed and groaned as her ass was violated by her choice in bottoms yet again. Fria had a strangely fierce grip in her sleep!
Treyvi gasped when the hand on her boob let go, only to snake it's way underneath her sleeping shirt and grab the exact same boob, raw this time. And the grip doubled there too just now! She yelped as her whole breast got squeezed hard, just before fingers wrapped around her nipple, clamped down and twisted again.
Then, as if to truly pour salt in the wound, Fria had omitted the very important detail that, in addition to being a sleep grabber and drooler, she was also a sleep smoocher.
And given the position of her lips to Treyvi's ear, that meant—
“MMMMMM!”
A pair of lips just went right to her ear canal. And it turned out Fria liked using tongue. Treyvi was forced to spasm as her ear was violated by the, soft, warm, and oh so very wet tongue of the human spooning her. Not to mention that all the pooled up saliva was now getting swirled around. The loud, obnoxious kiss smacking sound was also right in her ear, reverberating around her head.
Her eyes started to swirl as her brain felt like it was filled with nothing but spit, tongue, and the overwhelming sound of kisses. Not to mention her nipple was tweaked again and her shorts got another vicious pull.
Treyvi felt like she was in hell.
/\~\/~/\
Fria awoke feeling amazing! That was one of the best sleeps she'd ever gotten! She looked around to see Dusca was still asleep and that, true to Treyvi's words, her booty was clenching her pillow.
“God I wish that were me...” Fria muttered. Speaking of elves, she checked to see how her bedmate was faring.
“Ms. Treyvi?” Fria looked down, startled at the sight.
Treyvi's face was entirely flushed, her sleeping shorts were lodged so deep up her butt that her knees were knocked together rigidly, her shirt was pulled up and exposing one of her small boobs which looked like it had been rubbed red and the nipple was rigid as stone. Not to mention her ear looked soaked!
“Ms. Treyvi! Are you alright?”
Fria watched as Treyvi turned a slow, murderous glare on her. Fria gulped and remembered that she may have forgotten to express just how... Active, she could get in her sleep.
“Uh... Eheheheh... Sorry...?”
She started screaming when Treyvi pounced.
/\~\/~/\
Dusca awoke to a strange sight.
“Is this another weird human thing?”
“Hm. Must be. Right, child?”
“Humuna wuah... Bwah...?”
Fria was laying half on the bed, her face and upper body hanging off the edge towards the floor, her boobs hanging freely with her. Meanwhile, her ass remained on the bed, stuck up in the air with what Dusca assumed was once a pair of panties, light green with little white hearts and a frilly waistband, absolutely shredded and crammed deep up her crack.
She also had the candle from the nightstand shoved up her butt, half sticking out of the hole it had been forced into, the wick end pointing out and towards the ceiling.
“Did you do that?”
Treyvi huffed. “I don't want to talk about it. And she won't either unless she wants me to light that candle!”
Fria moaned, looking incredibly happy through her overstimulated face despite her condition.
“Yesh pleeeash...”
Dusca winced. “Um, right! You're the boss! Just... Don't ever do that to me... Please?”
Treyvi stomped out of the room.
“Don't give me a reason!”