Mephina breathed in through her nose, out through her mouth, her modest chest rising and falling. The candles of her Conjuration circle flared with the inhale, and dimmed with the exhale. Her pale brow was furrowed in concentration, a bead of sweat rolling down the bridge of her cute button nose.
Clear your mind, and identify your intent, her teacherâs voice said in her head. Make a wish, and then enforce it upon the world.
"I wish..." Mephina mumbled, her plush, full lips downturned in a scowl. "I wiiiish....." Her circular, gold-rimmed glasses slipped off the end of her nose. "Aw, fuck!"
Her sparkling green eyes flew open, and she scrambled to catch her glasses before they clattered across the floor. She caught them... by the lens. Her scowl deepening, Mephina took the hem of her rose-colored shirt and wiped the smudge off. She vigorously dried the nosepieces (and her nose), and returned her glasses to their rightful place.
"I wish it wasn't so fuckin hot in here!" she shouted to no one in particular.
The heating enchantments must be acting up again. Sometimes in the winter these things got finicky and overcompensated for the chill. It was usually fine in the halls, but here in her dorm, she was dying. The windows didn't open. Her fluffy, shoulder length orange hair was plastered to her forehead and sticking to her face.
She was going to have to file a maintenance request again, wasn't she? Mephina hated filing those. The elf at the front desk was so mean to her, and the maintenance mages were always grouchy. The damn thing always seemed to fix itself too, right when they finally got around to her ticket.
With a snap of her fingers, the candles arrayed around her Conjuration circle winked out.
She stood, pressing her cheek and long pointed ear to the window, letting the cool glass help regulate her body temperature. Outside, snow blanketed the courtyard of the Calentra Mageâs College campus. Twinkling magelights of all colors floated through the air, flitting down to twinkle and twirl around the odd passerby. The founderâs statue was spruced up with festive tinsel, boughs of fresh, fragrant holly and enchanted flowers that would not wilt even in the cold. A pine wreath floated above the tip of the raised staff, the bright yellow light at the center illuminating the statueâs serene elven features. The Solstice decorations were up, and the mood in the air was turning to one of celebration.
For Mephina, it meant that she was running out of time.
Winter Solstice. It went by many names, across many cultures both on Ardin and off. Yule, The Long Night, Nocturne⌠âChristmasâ was becoming popular in the human world. So many names, but they all meant the same thing. A time for making merry, spending time with loved ones, and giving gifts.
Mephina turned from the window, casting her frustrated eyes down at the Conjuration circle. The circle was woven into a hexagonal piece of fabric about the size of a placemat, with the candles arrayed at the points. It was a focus tool, to help novices who werenât yet good enough to get their intent right on the first try. The circle could be loaded with a spell, and that spell could be tweaked until it produced the desired effect.
Though she was only in her first semester, Mephina had mostly moved past the need for a circle. Mostly. The item she wanted to conjure was beyond what sheâd learned in class thus far. This was no stone chalice or wooden plate or ice sculpture.
This was her gift, and it had to be perfect.
Mephina was a simple country elf from a quiet village. She worked with her parents in their apothecary, making potions. The local healer offered Restoration lessons, which sheâd taken to like a natural. Some of the people in her town couldnât afford potions, so sheâd offer to heal minor ailments for a copper or two. It was how sheâd saved up enough to cover her entry fee for college.
But there was just so much more to learn! Mephina had been a disaster when she first started learning the other schools of magic. She doubted she would have made it this far if it werenât for the help of her roommate Silari. Silari was so cool. Sheâd come to the college already knowing most of the basics. The classes Mephina struggled with were childâs play to her.
Silari had spent countless hours of her own time helping Mephina with her spell work, with Conjuration taking the most tutoring. Thatâs why she had to conjure her present. She wanted to show Silari how much sheâd improved. To thank her for everything sheâd done.
Silari was also her⌠her girlfriend. Mephina blushed a little. She still wasnât used to that. She had a girlfriend! Not only did she have a girlfriend, but the two of them were going to be spending this Solstice together. This was their first Winter Solstice as a couple. It had to be special!
With a grunt, she tugged her sweater up over her head. The air felt slightly cooler on her pale, damp, freckle-covered skin. Cool enough to make the little nipples that tipped her tiny breasts harden. She was so pale, there wasnât even a defined line between her titflesh and her areolas.
She shimmied out of her skirt and leggings, the motion causing the star-shaped earrings dangling from her earlobes to smack against her neck. Thus disrobed, she snapped again to relight her candles and returned to the mat on the floor.
It was almost done. Silari was out at the library right now, but she could be back at any moment. Mephina wiped the sweat off her face with her sweater, setting her glasses on straight. If she could just power through the next couple minutes before she got too hot again, sheâd have her present looking just right.
She breathed. In through her nose, out through her mouth. One by one, the candles joined her rhythm. She knew what she wanted. Her intent was razor sharp, pouring into the spell-laden circle, making the fixes she wished. Just a little longer. The spell needed to cook for just a little longer.
Unless⌠was she really satisfied with that? Maybe she liked that the other way better⌠No, no, that was wrong now⌠it had to be this way⌠no not like that, like this!
The doorknob rattled with the distinct sound of a hand on it, followed by the jingle of a key ring being dropped. A muffled curse, and the toppling of what sounded like a heavy book or two.
Silari was back from the library.
No no no, not now! Mephina panicked. She wasnât done yet! Hurriedly, she snapped the candles off, gathering them up in her arms and shoving them in the drawer. She went to move the circle, but a zap of magical electricity made her squeak. Okay, the spell was still potent⌠couldnât move it yet⌠fuck, think, Mephina. Think!
Ever calm and rational under pressure, Mephina decided to sit on it.
The room was suddenly much colder as, with an explosion that would make a Thaumaturge jealous, a concentrated winter storm burst forth from the circle, instantly blanketing the room in snow. Mephina was shot nearly two feet off the ground, landing hard on her back. She was about to sit up when something solid cracked her in the sternum, right between the tits. She wheezed, the wind knocked out of her.
The door opened.
A stack of books with legs entered, Silariâs distinctive blonde, frizzy twin tails sticking out on either side. Mephina had a split second realization that Silari wouldnât be able to see what had happened. She tripped on her own feet half the time; she wouldnât stand a chance in unexpected snow!
âSilari, lookââ
It was too late. The first step into the room met a pile of snow and ice, and Silari crash landed into the room amidst six or seven thick spell tomes. A clattering cacophony which was as loud as it was brief.
"Ugh..." she groaned. She propped herself up on her side, taking in the disaster that had become their dorm room as she held her right arm.
"My fucking elbow... stupid⌠whatâŚâ Finally, her eyes landed on Mephina, naked and dazed with her glasses askew, making an accidental snow angel as she writhed in pain. âWere you doing your Conjuration homework without me?â
There was hurt in her voice; Mephina couldnât tell if it was genuine or not. She sat up, and something heavy rolled off her chest, clattering to the floor.
Her present!
Mephina lunged for it just as Silari went to pick it up, knocking their heads together in the mad scramble. Mephinaâs glasses went flying, and Silari collapsed on her side, holding her nose. With both elves now thoroughly bonked, the present was forgotten.
âOwwwww,â Silari whined.
âIâm sorry!â Mephina squealed. She patted the floor until her hand found Silariâs ankle, and sent a wave of healing energy through her. Sheâd used her restorative magicks more than she cared to admit to address their bumps and bruises. Both girls were really quite clumsy.
Her other hand bumped into her present. She snatched it up, holding it close to her chest. She put her knees to her chest, scooting back until she was up against the bed. Her freckled skin was turning red from all the snow. She had a very thin frame; it felt as though the heat was being sucked straight out of her.
Silari sat up, dabbing at her nose. It had started bleeding, but Mephinaâs spell remedied that before more than a few drops had spilled. She wiped it on her sleeve where the blood quickly faded away, cleaning enchantments sizzling it into nothingness.
âI know itâs Solstice time, but the snowâs supposed to be outside,â she joked, a teasing lilt in her voice.
âI wasnât trying to⌠t-toâŚâ Mephina stuttered.
She looked toward Silari with bleary eyes. Without her glasses, she could make out the blonde twin tails, the blue of her eyes, and the curvy form currently buried within an immensely puffy jacket and baggy sweatpants. Any further details were lost to her, including the thicc elfâs happy smile.
âIs the heating enchantment on the fritz again?â Silari continued. âYou know I can tweak it. You should have said something instead of conjuring up a snowstorm⌠again.â
âI-I wasnât⌠I d-didnâtâŚâ As the shock and anxiety of the last few minutes wore off, the mental drain of multiple hours of spellcasting severed the last threads of her frayed mental state. She began to cry, little sobbing breaths wracking her skinny, shivering body. âI-I just w-wanted to make you a present!â
She thrust the object sheâd kept clutched to her chest in the general direction of Silari. It was a snowglobe. Inside, beneath a magically-produced snowfall, two little elves walked hand in hand around an oblong cobblestone path, past a bench and a tree. One wore Mephinaâs rose colored sweater and dark leggings, the other Silariâs sweatpants and big puffy jacket. As Silari watched, the figures inside sat on the bench beneath the tree and shared a little kiss before beginning their next loop.
âY-youâve always been s-so nice and p-patient with me,â Mephina blubbered. âY-you helped me p-pass Conjuration. I-I wanted to⌠it wasnât a waste⌠b-but I c-couldnât get it right, and I-I spent so long and I d-dragged out the stupid fucking circle again and all that got me was another d-dorm room disaster andââ
âItâs beautifulâŚâ
âH-huhâŚ?â
Silari squealed, snatching the snowglobe and turning it this way and that. The little elves inside continued their journey unabated, even when held upside down.
âOh my gosh itâs so cute!â she gushed. âAnd you conjured it yourself? You did such a good job! The animation on the little figurines is perfect! And our little clothes! You even got the patch on my left elbow! And we kiss on the bench? Itâs justâŚâ
Silari sighed happily, totally enraptured by the present that Mephina had agonized over for so long. A hot blush stole over Mephinaâs face, both at the praise and the genuine delight on the blonde elfâs face. Her long, pointed ears flicked happily. She felt like she might melt the snow herself if Silari kept going.
Her girlfriendâher girlfriend!âset the snowglobe down and leaned in to kiss her. She kissed back, and her heart filled to bursting with emotion. It had all worked out, in the end. That seemed to happen to her more frequently than she ever expected. The last time sheâd found herself in such a bumblefucked mess, she came out of it with Silari as her girlfriend, and a lot of new, sexy memories.
Silari broke the kiss, sitting back on her big butt and drumming on Mephina's tiny tits with clammy hands. Her blue eyes sparkled behind giant wire framed glasses. This close, Mephina could actually see the frames, as well as the dark circles under Silariâs eyes that left her looking permanently exhausted, but in like, a sexy way. Her own glasses were around here somewhere⌠she needed to find them soon, before they got stepped on.
Her girlfriend was one step ahead of her. Taking a brief pause from playing tit-bongo, she reached behind her and fished the glasses out of a snowpile. She dried the lenses with the tip of her scarf, and pushed them up Mephinaâs nose with a giggled âboop!â
Her smile suddenly vanished as Silariâs mouth dropped open with shock.
âOh fuck, I totally forgot to get your present while I was out!â She hopped to her feet, kicking snow everywhere. With a few hurried waves of her hand, she cast a Prestidigitation to start vacuuming away the blizzard, stacked her books on her nightstand, and reset the heating enchantment to a more reasonable temperature. âDonât you move, Babyboo, Iâm gonna be right back!â
Chucking her coat and scarf on the bed, Silari rushed off⌠into the bathroom.
Mephina sat in stunned silence, head cocked a little to the left. Her ears fwipped, green eyes staring off into space. Silari liked her present. She liked it! Mephina beamed wide and unabashed, a surprised giggle slipping from her throat. She did it! Sheâd made that snowglobe with her own magic, all by herself, and her girlfriend had gushed about it and kissed her and played with her boobiesâŚ
A chilly wind rolled over her skin as the snow was sucked away from around her. Goosebumps erupted from her skin, but she didnât care. The room was starting to warm back up, and with the magic of her wonderful cool amazing beautiful girlfriend it wouldnât get nearly as hot as it had earlier.
âOne sec, donât look!â Silari shouted, barging back into the room completely naked.
Mephina got an eyeful of Silariâs thicc, curvy elf bod as she tiptoed through the snow and grabbed a roll of wrapping paper from her nightstand. Pale as the dead, the blonde elf was gifted with a natural fat distribution that made Mephina both blush with extremely gay thoughts and well up with pride. Those were her big soft elf boobies. She could play with them any time she wanted.
Silari whirled on her, pointing the wrapping paper tube at her threateningly. The big soft elf boobies swayed, pink nipples erect. It was still pretty cold in the room.
âI said donât looook,â she whined.
Mephina giggled and covered her eyes. She had no idea what Silari was up to, but she played along. Much as she wanted to look, she could see that big nude booty any time she wanted. Because that was her girlfriend, a thought that never failed to bring a smile to her face.
She did peek through her fingers though.
Silari caught her. She giggled and covered her eyes again, but the thicc elf snapped her fingers, and Mephinaâs glasses flew off her face to Silariâs open palm.
âNoooo, not my glasses!â Mephina squealed.
âNo more looking!â Silari insisted. âYou can have them back when Iâm done!â
The bathroom door slammed shut again, leaving Mephina softly laughing alone on the floor. She rested her head against the bed, feeling that it was finally free of snow. She crawled up on it and tried to find a pose that was both sexy, and that her pathetically weak muscles could actually hold for more than a minute. She gave up pretty fast, opting to recline on her side instead. Silari would find her sexy no matter what.
Because they were girlfriends.
Okay she was done. For the next five minutes or so, anyway. She was just so, so gay for Silari. She still didnât know what Silari was planning, but she had the sneaking suspicion that things were about to get a whole lot gayer very soon.
The bathroom door opened just a crack. A pale white foot poked through, raised in the air on a shapely leg. Mephina heard a rip, and Silari quietly cursed. The door closed again.
She didnât have to wait as long this time, though. A minute later, the door burst open and a Silari-shaped blur burst through, waving her arms in aplomb.
âTadaaaa!â she exclaimed.
âSilariâŚâ Mephina said, trying hard to keep her amusement out of her voice. âYou still have my glasses.â
âFuck.â
Her glasses landed on the bed by her chest.
Now that she could see again, she was wholly unprepared for the sight that greeted her. Silari had used the entire tube of wrapping paper, plus maybe one or two magically conjured ones, to fashion herself a dress. And not just a tube dress, either. This was the kind of dress one could wear to a formal event. Backless, with straps tied behind her neck (her boobies were too big to go strapless) and a split seam for her to show off her milky thigh and soft, squishy hip. She had done nothing different with her hair, though. The twin tails were just as frizzy and unkempt as ever.
âTada?â she exclaimed again, quieter this time.
âOh my gosh,â Mephina giggled, putting her hands over her mouth. âThatâs such a big present! I wonder what it is!â
Silari sidled over to Mephinaâs bed in a way that might have been sexy, were it not for the cacophonous crinkling of her wrapping paper attire. She leaned forward, letting her ample cleavage dangle in Mephinaâs face. The twisted paper straps holding her chest up looked ready to snap all on their own.
âWhy donât you come unwrap me and find out?â
Mephina sat up on her knees and scooted closer. She stuck her hands into the boisterous cleavage, grabbed the top of the dress, and ripped the whole front of it off in one go. She grabbed handfuls of paper from the waist, tearing them free with a savage, childlike glee. Not five seconds later, Silariâs outfit lay crumpled on the floor in pieces.
âBoobies!â she shouted. âJust what I wanted!â
âDamn,â Silari said, taking in the carnage. She nervously played with one of her twin tails, heart thumping as the mood turned more erotic. âI was kind of expecting that to take longer.â
Mephina, who had wasted no time in burying her face in her girlfriendâs ample tits, looked up with sparkling, happy eyes.
âI wanted my present.â
Silariâs own heart filled to bursting, taking in the genuine happiness in her precious little redheaded girlfriendâs face. Even though sheâd put so much effort into her gift, elf boobies were all she wanted in return. Mephina only wanted her for Solstice. She was just so pure, so sweet, so wonderful and thoughtful and loving and caring and...
Silari couldnât take it anymore. Mephina was just too freaking adorable!
Mephina was body slammed to the bed by sudden, passionate kisses that seemed to land everywhere but her lips. She squealed happily, carefully guiding the thicc elf to the side instead of directly on top of her. It wasnât because Silari was fat, not at all! She was just proportioned more like a human, with large, lovely, shapely breasts, thick milky thighs, and a nice big butt that was neither taut nor flabby. Just soft. Her belly was soft too, but not overly padded.
Mephina though, she was maybe 110 pounds with all her clothes on. Thin and bony, with somewhat of a boyish figure that her tiny boobs did nothing to help. When combined with her short ginger hair, her gender was just questionable enough to draw the ire of old matronly elves in the locker rooms of the hot springs. To make up for this, she tended to wear rather feminine attire. Her cute gold-framed glasses, her bright, dangly star-shaped earrings, and skirts with leggings.
But here, with Silari, all the trappings that prettied her up were left on the floor. Silari was the first person sheâd trusted to see her like this. She wanted the thicc, dorky elf to see her, to know her, and to experience her body. She had been so anxious that first time, but repeated experiences made her wish they could be naked together all of the time.
Guiding Silariâs ferocious kisses to her lips, Mephina tried to slip her hand up to the thicc elfâs pussy. Tried being the operative word, as it kept getting lost and stuck in the squish of those big pale thighs. Not that she minded too much. She would touch and squish and fondle those thighs for hours if her girlfriend let her.
While Mephinaâs thoughts were taken over by thigh squishies, Silariâs mind raced to remember all of their past experiences and everything they had learned. Kiss her on the lips, not too much pressure, donât get too slobbery, she likes neck kisses, snuggle her closeâŚ
There was so much to keep track of! Sheâd only ever done this with Mephina before, which made it a little bit easier, but sex was still very much a work in progress for them. She still didnât know if she was doing it right, but she knew the teeny little squish of Mephinaâs boobies beneath her palm was nice. She half slapped, half squeezed her hand on Mephinaâs tit, having to work to get a handful out of it. Her palm was really quite sweaty, but a needy whine from the precious gingerâs nose rewarded her efforts all the same.
After enough nudges and squeezes between her thighs, Silari caught on to Mephinaâs intention. She hiked her leg up, finally allowing access to her pussy. Completely hairless, her pussy was a lot more lippy than Mephinaâs, though it became a lot less so the more turned on she got. The whole area was already very, very pink. Mephinaâs fingers met plush labia that were already wet with arousal.
With contact acquired, Silari pressed her thighs together again, trapping the hand. That was her hand now. Mephina could have it back later. Ever one for equality, she in turn gave up her hand to Mephinaâs pink, pretty pussy. For her part, she had no issues sliding her fingers up against the short, engorged labia. Mephina had a thigh gap like a canyon.
Mephina shivered, cuddling closer to Silari and looking up to make eye contact. The precious girl was so sensitive, it took almost no pressure at all to have her whining and squealing. Looking down into those sweet, submissive green eyes, Silari did not feel dominating, she felt trusted. The expression in the shy little Mephina's eyes was going to break her and make her eyes tear up if she looked for too long.
Their fingers began to move, palms grinding in little circles on each otherâs clits. Silari found herself holding her breath, letting it out in short, quick bursts. She had spent the months before theyâd gotten together practicing quiet masturbation, and it was a tough habit to break. Especially when all she wanted to do was listen to the soft, quiet squeaks of the adorable girl cuddled up to her.
As Silari started to speed up, Mephina buried her face in her tits. Her mouth hunted for a nipple for a few seconds, then gave up and started sucking a random patch of skin on the top. But when Silariâs rhythm stuttered (she was still working on getting the smooth, repetitive motion right), her palm pressed hard against Mephinaâs clit, forcing air out through her nose. As her nose was buried in a soft and pliant elf boob, that sharp little exhale turned into a loud, wet sounding snort-fart as Silari's titflesh flapped against her face.
The erotically-charged mood shattered the second that sound came out. Silari shook with laughter, rolling onto her back, hand sliding out from between Mephinaâs legs. The blonde dragged the redhead with her though, pulling the precious scrawny elf halfway on top of her. Her legs relaxed, allowing Mephina to have her hand back.
âGive⌠give me a second,â she chortled, her breasts bouncing with the force of her laughter.
Mephina turned dark red. When she blushed this much, it spread from her cheeks all the way to her shoulders and chest. Silari held her boobs up on either side, and Mephina planted her face against her sternum, hiding her embarrassment in the much paler, much more voluptuous skin of her girlfriendâs cleavage.
Silari trapped her face with her chest. This was Mephinaâs safe space. Softly cradled in her girlfriendâs pale white bosom. Silari saw the red beginning to drain from her girlfriendâs forehead already, freckles starting to reappear like stars in the early evening.
Silari had a safe space too with Mephina, though the âsafeâ part of that required a little magical intervention. She bit her lip, looking down at the mop of fluffy orange hair spilling out over her breasts. Theyâd only done it once, butâŚ
âYou knowâŚâ the blonde elf started â...maybe we could do it.â
âWerenât we?â Mephina said, muffled.
âNo not do it, do it. Yâknow?â
âI really donât⌠you gottaâ ohhhh.â
Silari giggled maniacally, letting Mephina out of her chest. Mephina gave a huge, mostly-joking gasp for air, but inhaled her own spit and collapsed into a coughing fit. Silari patted her back with sweaty palms while she coughed into the comforter.
Mephinaâs mind turned Silariâs suggestion over and over, as though looking for evidence that sheâd misunderstood. Theyâd only done⌠that once. The day theyâd become girlfriends, actually. That had been a weird day, full of weird things. Lots of accidents. Worse accidents than the ones that had just occurred. Silari had been shrunk by Mephinaâs completely bungled âShrink Itemâ spell when sheâd stepped on a Transmutation circle that Mephina had forgotten to dispel. And then one thing led to another, and⌠well, they did that.
Mephina had always been an all or nothing kind of girl. Theyâd been dating for less than an hour, and sheâd let Silari explore not just the outside of her body, but the inside. And not âinsideâ like her fingers in her vagina kind of inside, either. Silari had gotten the inside inside tour!
The little ginger couldnât deny though, that was one of the sexy memories she kept close to her heart.
When her coughing finally stopped, she looked back up at Silari with watery eyes. She readjusted her glasses, then realized it wasnât the angle that was the problem. Rather, the sweaty titflesh that had left its mark on the lenses. She wiped them on her pillowcase.
âI-I donât knowâŚâ she said, her eyes firmly on her task.
Silari shuffled her shoulders, wiggling herself up the bed until Mephina couldnât pretend to ignore her anymore. Her own glasses were smudged all to hell, but she didnât care. Theyâd been through worse, and would hopefully be going through worse again in the next couple minutes.
She put on the puppy-doggiest puppy face she could manage. Eyes wide, eyebrows concave, and a little pout to her lips that trembled just the right amount.
âPleeeeaaaaassseeee?â she said. âI know you liked it tooâŚâ
âI-I⌠I mean I d-did, butâŚâ
Mephina wouldnât look at her. Silari knew the second she did, sheâd crumble like her first attempt at conjuring a stone chalice. She nudged closer, adding a little whine.
âThen let me give you a real Solstice present.â
Mephina turned to her, about to contest that Silari was more than enough of a present, more than she could have ever asked for or deserved and that she was so cute and sheâd never dare ask her for anything more than holding her hand and maybe smooches and lazy cuddly sex but only if she felt like it⌠but that all melted away when she looked into those blue puppy eyes. She couldnât say no to that face! That face was just so sad and adorable and she could never ever make Silari so sad and if she said no now sheâd feel so mean andâŚ
âO-okayâŚâ she said. âB-but that face is cheating!â
Silari waved her concerns away, already starting to shrink.
âDid you remember to eat today?â she asked.
ââŚnoâŚâ
âWell, itâs a good thing youâre about to, then, isnât it?â
Silari shrank much slower this time, casting her protective spells as she went. Last time there had just been a flash of light and she was tiny. Mephina supposed that a spell designed to shrink a person offered much better control than her horrifically-mangled Shrink Item spell. Shrink Item was not supposed to shrink people! To this day neither she nor Silari could figure out exactly how sheâd messed that up.
A blush stole over her cheeks as she finally grasped the implications of what she was seeing. This meant that Silari had gone out and learned a shrink spell just so she could do this again. Had she really liked it that much? Mephina knew sheâd enjoyed it, at least as much as her anxious self could manage, but she would never have dreamed of bringing it up again. Sheâd kind of just assumed it had been a one-time thing. Theyâd done it because Silari was tiny and that was the first time Mephina had caused a blizzard in the room so it was cold and she needed to be kept warm and oh gods should they have talked about this after it happened and were they communicating enough andâ
Mephina closed her eyes and started doing her meditative breathing again. In through the nose, out through the mouth, her thoughts beginning to quiet. She got so far into her own head about things. It was part of why she struggled so much with Conjuration. She spent more time critiquing her own design decisions than she did actually making them.
She felt a magical nudge in her head as Silari established the mental link that would let them talk to each other. Instantly, her mind returned to peace. Silari had really helped her overcome her racing thoughts. She had such a calming presence, when they werenât tripping all over each other. Half the time all Silari had to do was just be with her, and her mind would quiet.
âMaybe we should do this for the end of year Conjuration finals,â she joked.
âNah, theyâve got a dispelling field all around the classrooms,â Silari said, the words reverberating in her head. âNo magical cheating allowed.â
Mephina opened her eyes.
Silari had shrunk down to a little less than an inch tall, standing on the pillow. She gave a cheeky little wave, then lost her balance, falling into the indent where her head had been laid. She rolled over a couple times, landing face down with a final jiggle of her thighs and ass. Even at such a small size, that booty was impressive.
âAre you okay?â Mephina asked, concerned even as she laughed.
âIâm good!â
Silari popped back up, then promptly lost her balance and fell again. Okay. So the spell messed with her inner ear a bit. Probably just a temporary thing. Maybe if she just⌠sat down for a little bit the room would stop spinning.
âWith the wards I have on, you could chew on me and Iâd be fine,â she continued.
Her blonde hair was in total disarray, all over her face and tickling annoyingly. It had taken a fair amount of tweaking to make the spell shrink her hair ties proportional to her body, but miraculously, her double ponytails had remained intact. Whether by an act of divine providence or how tightly she wound those ties, she couldnât be sure. Her hair was so messy and unkempt that it probably now had entangled the hair ties themselves in a sort of ouroboros of disorder that worked in the favor of herself and all others that enjoyed twin tails.
Silariâs fingers raked the blonde strands back into some semblance of order. Her eyes were drawn up⌠and up⌠and up further still, to her âlittleâ elf girlfriendâs blushing, freckly face. Silari was normally the taller of the two, if only by a couple of inches. Now, Mephina towered over her, an imposing colossus that stretched into the heavens. A scrawny, nervous, precious colossus, yet at this size her physical prowessâor lack thereofâwas irrelevant.
âPlease donât chew on me.â
Those green eyes, each the size of the moon to her, widened in shock. Any trepidation the blonde elf had simply melted away. She could never be scared of Mephina, no matter how big she got. The girl was just too innocent, too adorable.
âI-I would neverââ
âNo no, itâs okay! I was joking,â Silari placated, waving her hands. âJust a joke.â
âO-okayâŚâ
A giant hand was offered, laid before her on the pillow, its sheer size both intimidating and fascinating. Mephina's body now became a series of environments: Mephina's fingertip, Mephina's finger, her knuckles, her palm, and the arm that led up to the rest. Silari wasnât very fit, yet if there was anything she would get fit for, it was the prospect of scaling this giantess from head to toe and fingertip to fingertip.
But sheâd have to get fit first. Silari grabbed hold of Mephinaâs pinky and heaved herself halfway on, then scooted her big butt and thick thighs up with a series of short hops. Her toes wiggled in the air behind her until she finally rolled over into the center of Mephinaâs palm, panting for breath. She had a lot of work to do if she really wanted to scale Mount MephinaâŚ
Her first time on this palm, she hadnât stopped to admire the scenery. As the giant scrawny ginger slowly cradled her to her chest, Silari found her wide bespectacled eyes taking in every detail. The deep grooves of her palm prints. The rough calluses from years of chopping ingredients at her familyâs apothecary. The long, whitish stripe of scar tissue that bisected her palm. Mephina had tried to catch a falling knife when she was very young.
Mephinaâs fingers curled protectively around her. Silari stretched her hands upwards, straining to place her palms against the tip of her loverâs middle finger. Just the last phalange was nearly as big as she was.
The fingers parted, and a monstrous green eye peered through the cracks.
âA-are you okay?â Mephina asked.
"Oh, sheesh, your eyes are really big. You're really big. Right. Sorry, yes.â Silari held two thumbs up as she lay on her back. âIâm okay.â
The fingers fell to the sides, and Mephinaâs massive face filled Silariâs vision. The vast expanse of freckly skin stretched almost to the edges of the blonde elfâs vision. The cute little button nose (the fact that it was probably three times her size did not affect the littleness or cuteness) flared with nervous breaths through her nostrils. Pale pink lips, just a couple shades darker than her skin. The bottom one was being nervously chewed on. Silari could see just the barest little hint of white teeth before Mephina realized what she was doing and stopped.
Despite the magnitude of the features around her, the thing that really made Silari feel small was⌠herself. She saw her reflection in the precious giantessâs glasses, pale and curvy, her ponytails a disheveled mess. Nervously, she tried to smooth her hair back into something less⌠everywhere.
Seeing herself standing in a massive palm left her with a sense of irreality. How could this be real? How could she be so small, and her teeny tiny girlfriend be so large? Magic really was amazing, wasnât it?
âI know youâre probably thinking a lot,â Silari said, âso um⌠I think you should just do it. Donât give yourself time to worry about it, yâknow?â
The giant gingerâs eyes went wider. Gosh⌠Silari got a little thrill as she had to choose which eye to look at. They were so big and so close that she couldnât pick them both.
âI-I⌠w-wellâŚâ Mephina stammered.
The edge of that pale pink lip was sucked back into the massive mouth, and Mephina started chewing on it again. The poor girl got so nervous. That was really probably Silariâs fault⌠last time theyâd done this she hadnât been so safety-minded. But sheâd applied all of her enchantments this time! She was warded up and ready to go spelunking in her favorite cave.
A nervous, shuddering breath blew her hair away from her face, glasses instantly fogging up. Right. The anti-fogging enchantment. She knew sheâd been forgetting somethingâŚ
At least it wasnât one of the important enchantments.
âCome on, cutie!â Silari prodded, using her fingernails to scratch her girlfriendâs palm print. It felt like running her fingers over a washboard. âIf you donât open up soon, Iâll have to sneak in while youâre sleeping!â
âYou made that same joke last timeâŚâ Mephina pouted.
But she still opened her mouth.
Silariâs breath caught in her throat as Mephinaâs enormous, gorgeous maw opened wide before her. Pink cheeks caressed the edges of white teeth. There were a couple of healing nicks and cuts where sheâd accidentally bitten her cheeks a couple days ago. She did that a lot, but she healed up pretty fast. Her teeth were clean, white, and straight aside from just a little crowding on her bottom row that pushed one of her incisors behind the left canine.
If her lips were a couple shades darker than her skin, her tongue was a couple shades darker than her lips. It was smooth and slimy, and well-kept. That tongue scraper that Silari gagged when Mephina used was paying big dividends now.
The further back into the mouth, the bumpier her tongue got, until it made a sharp downward turn past the arch of her throat, just in front of her somewhat lumpy tonsils.
The aforementioned throat arch was nervously twitching, gaping open nice and wide to let Silari peek deeper, then shutting as thin as it could be in a second. Mephina had a rather long uvula as well, which bounced along with all the throat movements going on behind it.
"Ahhhhh."
Silari took it all in with the biggest, dorkiest smile on her face. The big girl was so nervous about all of her little imperfections, but Silari just found them adorable. The cuts on her cheeks, the crowding of her teeth, even the sores and peeled skin on her bottom lip from her continual chewing. All of these things marked the mouth as her mouth. Silari wasnât sure sheâd want a mouth she couldnât immediately identify as Mephinaâs.
The tip of that pale pink tongue rolled out onto the palm like a welcome mat. Mephina exhaled another warm breath onto Silari, her uvula flapping in the wind from within her body. One of the blonde elfâs twin tails flapped against her neck, somehow twisting around and becoming the frizziest hangmanâs noose ever made.
âGhaahhk,â Silari choked, spitting strands of hair as she tried to detangle herself.
âI-Is my breath that badâŚ?â Mephina timidly asked.
âNo! Itâs not you, booboo!â Silari hurriedly said. âItâs my own⌠fuckinâŚâ She wrenched her ponytail off her neck, flinging it over her shoulder. âThere! Stupid hair. It was my own stupid hair.â
âO-Oh⌠OkayâŚâ
Knowing from past experience that Mephina wasnât very good at holding her mouth open for long periods of time, Silari summoned a couple of magelights, as well as her trusty journal and quill pen. With these objects orbiting her like moons around a curvy white planet, she crawled forward on her hands and knees onto the vast, velvety expanse of that tongue.
Her heart thumped in her chest as she went. Her eyes eagerly drank in everything about her surroundings. The quill scribbled furious notes into the pages of her journal, complete with diagrams in excruciating detail.
Mephina's mouth wasn't abnormally large; maybe an inch and a half wide from molar to molar, and three and a half inches long. However, to an inch-tall elf, the length and width were comparable to the walking space inside their shared college dorm. Their beds, on opposite walls, would be the rows of pristine molars, and the area rug that Mephina was constantly littering with her various projects would be the tongue.
Silari dug her fingernails into those delightful taste buds, watching as they squished and smushed around. She shoved her hands against the tongue with all of her not very considerable strength. The way their rough edges tickled her palms sent goosebumps up her arms. They were like the fibers of a carpet, yet so smooth and slick they felt like fine silk unless she really pushed.
Her knees started to slide backwards. The tongue was maybe a little too slick. She was sliding out. Her groping, squishing hands turned to scrambling grabs as she tried in vain to regain forward momentum.
Suddenly, her butt was very wet and warm. Mephina had curled the tip of her tongue up to halt her slide. The blonde elf blushed. That actually felt really good. She wiggled her butt against the tongue tip, and Mephina began to pull it back into her mouth.
Silari looked over her shoulder, watching as the light from their room slowly faded away. The giant bed, framed by her girlfriendâs lovely lips and teeth, receded into the distance as Mephina sat upright. It was easier for the redhead elf to control Silariâs position if her mouth was level.
The lips sealed, and Silari was left with nothing but the glow of her own magelights. As her sense of âdownâ became less slanted, the tongue flattened out again. Silari rolled over onto her back, staring up at the roof of Mephinaâs pretty little mouth.
The hard palate above sloped sharply upward from the teeth and just as sharply flat. A central line ran down the middle, from which several hard ridges splayed to each side. Silariâs eyes kept traveling back, until the top of her head was smushed against the slimy tongue. At the very back, just past the last molars, the soft palate sagged downward into the uvula and the arch of Mephina's throat.
Chills ran down her spine at the sight of the gaping, twitching throat.
I could go straight down that in a second, she thought, feeling nervous and oddly excited in equal measure. I did go straight down that once!
The smooth pink tongue twitched and flexed. Mephina had a hard time keeping it still. When the edges made contact with her hard palate, her saliva formed long, gooey strands that stretched until they snapped, peppering Silari with little droplets. A puddle of spit was already starting to form under her tongue, washing over the edge and drenching Silari in an instant. The tiny elf sputtered a little as it washed into her mouth, spitting it out, but it splashed back in barely a second later. She just kinda⌠swallowed it.
It didnât actually taste that badâŚ
Her eyes turned toward the dark recesses of the throat again, and her mind returned to spelunker thoughts. She stood up as best she could; the only area that Mephinaâs mouth lacked room was in height. Silari had maybe half an inch to work with, so she wound up kind of hunched over and walking on her knees like some sort of weird mouth gremlin. Which she was, but that was besides the point.
As she neared the back of the throat, she looked up towards Mephina's long uvula, and the dark arch of the throat beyond. Curiosity was beginning to get the better of her. The tongue sloped downward the further back she got, offering some room at the cost of stable flooring. One slip, and sheâd fall right in. It was her intent to fall in, but if she did it that way, Mephina would most certainly gag her back up. She braced herself on Mephina's hard palate with one hand.
Approaching the uvula, she gave it a poke with a single finger, then fell to her hands and knees and peered over the edge, using the dancing magelights to illuminate the passage below. It was good that sheâd chosen a more stable stance, as just then the passage closed around her for a brief moment as Mephina fought to keep her gag reflex under control.
The flesh retreated again, and Silari sent her lights over the edge to illuminate the chasm of Mephinaâs throat. Down past the edge of her girlfriendâs tongue, Silari could make out soft, reddish pink flesh that twitched and gaped. Strands of saliva mixed with mucosal lining stretched across the chasm. A cartilaginous protrusionâMephinaâs epiglottisâlay against the frontmost wall. Below, the folds of flesh all sloped together around the hard, hollow, oblong protrusion of her airway. Inside the airway, behind many pink folds, were her vocal chords. They were white, and appeared to be made of a different tissue than the surrounding flesh.
âWoooaaaahhh,â Silari breathed. âMephina I can see your throat and your vocal cords and everything! This is so cool. Itâs like Iâm looking at all these amazing parts to a giant machine, but itâs you! I can seeââ
At that moment Mephina had to fight her gag reflex again, and the uvula dipped back down and slapped Silari right in the face.
âMake a note,â Silari said, peeling the uvula off her face. Her journal perked up expectantly, hovering by her shoulder. âFind a spell that nullifies the gag reflex. Potential sources: Madame Marivianâs Erotic Enchantments or The Comprehensive Catalog of Spells for The Bedroom, Eighth Edition. Both are in the Adult Grimoire section of the library.â
âSorryyyâŚâ Mephina whined across their mental link.
Silari backed away from the edge a little bit, giving Mephina a break. There would be plenty of time to do a more thorough investigation later, once she had the spell to help calm the ginger giantessâs overactive gag reflex. She still couldnât figure out how the teeny little thing didnât gag while using that tongue scraper, but with how soft and smooth and clean it was in here, she wasnât going to complain.
Resting on her back again, Silari wiggled her toes amongst the taste buds, giving a happy sigh. The soft palate above sagged down almost enough for her to touch. It was really quite blurry; her enchantment may stop fog, but it sure didnât stop saliva. Another spell sheâd have to tweak.
When she went to clean the lenses though, she soon discovered that her glasses werenât the problem. It was the lack of glasses. She looked around a bit, but finding her glasses without her glasses, amidst the various nooks, crannies and folds of her loverâs mouth was going to be an impossibility.
Oh well. They would both end up in the same place anyway. Silari straightened her legs, crossing her arms over her chest like she was about to slip down a waterslide. Which she was, in a way.
âOkay Mephina,â she said, nervously twisting one of her soggy twin tails. âIâm ready. You can swallow me now.â
GLâŚGLâŚGLLCK!
There was no warning, except the gentle sloping of the tongue right before it happened. The tiny elf had absolutely no time to react. One moment she was taking an anticipatory breath, the next, walls of incredibly smooth, pink flesh were squeezing it out of her as the body many times her size enforced its will upon her. She was so small, and Mephina so large, that whatever the big girl wanted to do to her simply happened. She was halfway down Mephina's neck by the time she realized sheâd been swallowed.
It was like the world's stickiest full-body massage. The muscle contracted in rhythmic waves, each pulse drawing her further and further inside of Mephina. She was passing the collarbones now. Mephina's heartbeat drowned out all else as her nervous excitement quite literally pumped through her veins, growing louder with each inch Silari slipped down.
th-thmp th-thmp th-thmp thmpthmpthmpthmpthmpTHMPTHMPTHMP.
Her heartbeat! Mephina's heart! She was passing right by it and it was beating so very quickly! The massive organ, now many, many times larger than her, sent life-giving blood through her girlfriendâs body. A body that she was completely surrounded by, inaccessible to the outside world. Her lover was her world now. Everything she saw, touched, smelled, or tasted was all a part of the adorable skinny sweet wonderful Mephina who she loved so very dearly with all of her own tiny, fast-beating heart.
Loved?
Well⌠liked so so so very much, at least! They had only been dating for around a month, after all. It was far too soon to be tossing that word around!
âŚThough to be fair, most people would consider literally getting swallowed alive by their romantic partner a bit further down the proverbial timeline than declarations of love. If it was on the timeline at all.
As the esophagus clutched at her from every side, Silari regretted her hand placement. She should have put one of them between her legs so that she could enjoy the trip just a little bit more. Though, with the way it compressed her legs together, she might not have been able to. Her tits were squashed to her chest, thighs conforming to the rigid waves every time they passed over her. As tight as it was, though, it was kind of fun. She beamed a bright, excited smile even as the pulsating, slimy walls smushed her cheeks together.
âA-Are you okay?â Mephinaâs voice sounded in her head. âHow is it? D-do you still like it? A-am I pretty⌠in there?â
Though the giant ginger's racing heart was receding into the distance, Silari felt it kick up a notch as Mephinaâs anxieties started returning to the forefront. She knew, after some intense reading into elven biology, that the average swallow lasted only seven seconds. She was just now passing the heart⌠so Mephina had waited approximately three before the questions started spilling out of her.
âGuh⌠Gimme a minute,â Silari grunted. âYour throatâs kind of squishing into my eye sockets right now⌠Iâll let you know when I reach your stomach.â
No sooner had her message been transmitted than she felt the band of muscle against the top of her head. Though the throat was tight, the esophageal sphincter was tighter. Her mouth was forced open as it passed over her head, and she tasted the smooth, powerful muscle. It was⌠slimy, yet other than that it didnât really taste like anything.
Her head breached into the cavernous belly, wheezing and spitting. Immediately, her magelights swirled out from between her tits, flying up to the roof of the stomach to illuminate it.
If Mephina's mouth was the size of their dorm room, her stomach was the size of a lecture hall. A pink, slimy lecture hall. It was very pink, almost shockingly so, and very lumpy. Folds of gastric muscle were piled in wavy lines all along the bottom of the stomach. The sides and roof had a little more space to them. "A little" relative to Mephina's size of course. To Silari, each deep crease in the stomach wall was nearly as tall as she was.
Silari was so enraptured by the (somewhat blurry) sight in front of her that she kind of forgot she was being squeezed through a sphincter at the roof of this massive organ. She got a very quick reminder when, after her prodigious hips were squeezed in, the rest of her body slipped through with almost no resistance. She squealed in freefall for a brief second before the sloping wall of the stomach broke her fall. She rolled over and over, coming to rest in a little puddle of gastric juices.
The slimy stomach folds contracted, turning the floor into a squirming, writhing mass of muscle. Stomach juices dribbled down the walls, splattering on the floor and her body in equal measure.
Something hard was poking her in the tit. Her glasses!
Lifting them from the gooey mucosal lining, Silari cast a quick prestidigitation to suck away the slop that coated their lenses. They were unsurprisingly unharmed; sheâd placed so many wards on them it would take a dragon to break them. Though a trip down the throat of a nervous little ginger giantess might be getting close to that actuallyâŚ
Properly equipped again (and magically sealing the glasses to her face so she stayed properly equipped), she could finally take in the true grandeur of the space she inhabited.
The lecture hall analogy didnât do it justice. There really weren't any words she could use to compare the sights she was seeing to anything she knew from the outside world. Dozens of zigzagging lines formed channels along the sides of the stomach. Pink folds hung heavily from the roof, glistening with their mucosal secretions. The weight of those folds became even more apparent on the floor, as they lay piled over one another, forming loose, wavelike patterns. Semi-translucent, greenish liquid sloshed in the deep recesses of the stomach, nearly beyond the reach of Silariâs magelights.
âOkay so likeâŚâ Silari said. âItâs really extremely pink in here. And really wrinkly. Like thereâs so much wrinkles. I remember reading that theyâre called ârugaeâ or something like that.â
As Silari watched, the squirming floor twitched and began to writhe once more. Folds contracted and squeezed, exposing deep valleys almost taller than the blonde elf. Rivers of gastric juices flowed through these crevices, rushing to join the larger pool down below. The magical pen sketched furiously in her journal.
âI knooowww,â Mephina whined. âYou showed me all your sketches last time, but⌠a-am I pretty in thereâŚ?â
âI think most people would say noâŚâ Silari said.
âOhâŚâ
â...but Iâm not most people.â
Silari sat her big butt down on one of the rugae with a wet splat, trapping it between her legs. The muscle clenched in response, in a way that Silari found quite pleasant against her crotch. She began to hump the stomach fold, leaning forward so she could feel the way it squished her tits around too.
âItâs like so fucking cool in here!â Silari gushed excitedly. âThereâs so many bodily processes going on, and I get to watch them all happen. Iâm really here, in my girlfriendâs beautiful stomach! The beautiful stomach of my beautiful girlfriend who needs to remember to fucking eat though, because Iâm the only thing in here again. But you know, Iâm okay with that for the moment, I think this might be a little bit gross if there was food in here with me, but after this do you wanna go get dinner? Theyâve got all those Solstice foods set up in the common area. We could get hot cider and some meats and cheeses and stuff, and I think you can take plates back to your room too!â
Silari kept babbling happily, squeezing the muscle between her legs as she stared down into the vast expanse of Mephinaâs belly. There was more beyond. So much more. Maybe one day, sheâd get to experience it all. She didnât know how she or Mephina might feel about⌠the exit⌠but that was something to figure out later. Right now, she was happy just to spend this time with her lovely girlfriend, so deep inside of her, so wonderfully trusted and lovedâŚ
In that moment, she felt an outpouring of wordless emotion slam into her brain from the sweet, silly girl whose guts she was inhabiting. Sweet, tender, loving, happy emotions. It was enough to make her tear up, even as she masturbated with Mephinaâs stomach fold. Mephina didnât need to say anything. She could feel and understand everything the big girl was telling her. Mephina was unabashed by the feelings she sent to her tiny girlfriend.
Mephina loved her.
âI⌠I love you too,â Silari said, half-mumbled into the stomach fold.
And then all hell broke loose.
Silari yelped as she was flung violently from her perch with enough force to impact the ceiling of the stomach. A thunderous squeal nearly deafened her, and she fell straight into the puddle of gastric juices with a loud splash. Sputtering and mildly swearing, she stood back up, her soaked twin tails adhering to her skin.
It seemed like Mephina had been masturbating, and she just came. Silari knew from experience that Mephina got very squirmy and twitchy when she orgasmed. Normally she thought it was so cute, the way she squealed and curled and bucked her hips, but normally she wasnât inside of her when she did it.
Smaller rumbles like the aftershocks of an earthquake sloshed the pool, and then the floor was sent to the side and Silari lost all sense of where âupâ was. The stomach rocked back and forth, swaying like a hammock in a hurricane, before pitching the other way. Silari tried to find something to hold onto, to ride out the storm, but everything in here was just so damn slippery!
A few shocks later, the orgasm subsided. Silari found herself upside down, half-buried under a massive fold of stomach muscle. Her feet kicked indignantly, butt and thighs jiggling until the muscle clenched with a squelching noise and slid off of her. Battered and bruised, the blonde elf huffed and puffed and wheezed as her tired body demanded the air that had been denied it in the midst of the chaos.
âA little fucking warning would have been nice!â she shouted, kicking a slimy fold.
âO-oh!â Mephina sounded guilty. âOh Iâm so sorry⌠I-I was just⌠Y-you were being so nice and I could feel you masturbating inside of me, s-so I decided to join you⌠and then you s-said you l-loved me a-and I just couldnât hold it a-anymoreâŚâ
As far as apologies went, Silari guessed she could accept that one. Mephina was just too precious to be mad at for very longâŚ
âI forgive you, you big sweet dork,â she said. âI think with that though, Iâve had enough belly time for today. Let me out and maybe we can do some more sex?â
âThat sounds niceâŚâ
Half an hour later, Silari was full-sized and freshly showered. Mephina had (somewhat clumsily) apologized between her legs, and now they were cuddling on the bed. The little ginger snuggled closer to her thicc elf lover. By now, all feelings of guilt had dissipated, and the only things left were adoration for her wonderful, sweet girlfriend.
The snowglobe sheâd made was sitting on the nightstand. They watched it together, and every time the figurines inside would sit on the bench and kiss, Mephina would kiss the side of the boobie in front of her face, and whisper a soft âI love youâ into the titflesh.
âYou really love the left one, donât you?â Silari joked after the fourth or fifth time.
âNooo,â Mephina giggled. âWell yes, but not more than the right one, and not more than you either. Iâm saying I love you!â
Silari leaned down and kissed her, and Mephina practically melted. She didnât know how her endless string of magical accidents had led to this place, but she thanked every deity there was that it had. She loved this pale, curvy, exhausted-looking, frizzy blonde elf with all of her heart. Which, as Silari could attest, was a very big and very strong heart that beat very fast. How much her heart beat was how much she loved her thicc elf girlfriend.
âI love you too,â Silari said.
Mephina snuggled up closer, but just then, she once again heard the distinct sound of a hand on their doorknob. But Silari was right there with her⌠who wouldâŚ
âDid you remember to lock the door after you came in?â Mephina whispered urgently.
The look in Silariâs eyes was all the answer she needed.
âAw fuck,â they said together.
The door opened, and a cute, rosy-cheeked elf with blue hair came in. She wore a green turtleneck under a black winter cloak, a bag of Solstice gifts dangling from the crook of her left elbow. The green piping of her cloak placed her as a First Year student like them. She was facing toward Silariâs bed, where her coat, scarf, and stack of library books were placed.
âWhat... Who put these booksâŚâ the elf mumbled, head tilting quizzically.
She turned, finally noticing the two naked elves in the opposite bed who were too frozen with anxiety to actually cover themselves. Her face, adorned with a smattering of enchanted purple freckles, blushed extremely red, bright teal eyes widening in panic.
âWrâwrong room!â she stammered, hurriedly covering her eyes and stumbling out the door. She closed her bag in the door, ripping it and sending her Solstice gifts cascading throughout the room. âFuck, s-sorry!â
âHey, itâs okay, let me help!â Silari sprung from the bed, still completely nude. With a wave of her hand, the rip in the little elfâs bag zipped itself shut, and all the gifts bounced off the floor and back into the bag.
âWowâŚâ the elf breathed, looking down at her bag, then up at Silari. Though her gaze didnât quite make it to the thicc elfâs eyes. âThatâs so cool! And here I can barely boil water!â
âSheâs super good with basically everything magic!â Mephina said, taking full advantage of the situation to brag about her girlfriend. The blue-haired elfâs eyes flicked to her, and the blush deepened. âShe helped me so much this year with Conjuration.â
Mephina wrapped the blanket around herself and scooted to the edge of the bed, prodding Silari with her toe.
âGive her a demonstration! Maybe some clothes?â
Silari squeaked, covering her breasts the best she could with one arm. The other hurriedly wiggled a cloak into existence, which she tossed over her shoulders.
âWowwwâŚâ the blue-haired elfâs eyes sparkled. Mephina felt a sense of pride, watching someone else finally getting to see how awesome her girlfriend was. âI can barely keep my stone chalice together! Do you do tutoring?â
âI mean, kinda?â Silari blushed, looking away. She tended to like being the center of attention⌠just not when all she was wearing was a conjured cloak.
âOh! Iâm sorry.â The elf stuck out her hand, the bag at her elbow clinking. âIâm Nougette! My friends call me Nugget though.â
âSilari.â
âMephina!â
Neither of them shook the proffered hand, though. Nougette withdrew it as she once again seemed to realize what she had interrupted.
âIf youâre willing to tutor though, Iâm the third door on the left in this hall⌠which this is not⌠So I should probably go, right?â She stepped back through the door, giving an embarrassed wave. âHappy Solstice, and breast wishes for⌠breast wishes⌠best breastâŚâ
Nougette retreated through the door and slammed it shut behind her.
Mephina sat in shocked silence, letting the adrenaline drain from her system. Silari snapped her fingers, and her cloak evaporated.
âHappy Solstice?â Mephina tentatively offered.
Silari stifled a laugh, turning it into a snort.
âHappy Solstice.â
She rejoined Mephina on the bed, peppering her face with kisses. Mephina conjured up an illusion of a warm, cozy fireplace, and they snuggled up under the blanket together, happy in each other's company as fresh snow began to fall outside their window.