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Vamas - Half Days Hike from Westport - Morning
The pair of wanderers moved a bit more, moving south before Fiora made up her mind to return 'home', and the duo began to make a straight line back west.
Coming along the coast, they walked along the cliffs overlooking the ocean, and then turned north towards the trail. Though the woods are still dense, the forest is less dangerous this close to the city.
And the city, Westport, is huge. A Sprawling seaside city of docks and more ramshackle buildings, it is far less orderly than similar cities in Sarn, and more sprawled out than Ondonga. The city looks like someone set up a temporary camp around a dock that just kept growing and growing.
They hiked within walking distance of the city the night before, and set-up camp, with Fiora's nerves increasing the closer they have gotten to returning, the giraffe took solace in snuggling up with Brun at night, trying her best to vocalize her fears to her partner, and remain open, as difficult as that feels at times. But in going to bed last night, at least she felt like tomorrow would see some closure.
Fiora slowly wakes up, yawning wide as she feels the heavy weight of the warm blanket surrounding her. ...surrounding almost all of her... the warmth isn't coming from her, but from the blanket. A heavy pounding reverberates through it as well, as Fiora blinks at the realization of her present situation.
The suddenly-possum isn't exactly in blankets, but instead held snugly between Brunilda's bossom, surrounded on all sides by the elephant's ample flesh, the sound of her heartbeat filling Fiora's ears with a strangely soothing rhythm. She lets out a sigh, mumbling to herself "Of course..."
Brunilda is sleeping soundly, the pair haven't felt a particular need to keep watch this night, this close to the city. She mumbles something in her sleep, which usually would be pretty inaudible but Fiora being as she close as she is and the possum hearing arguably better than the giraffe's..
"Mmm... beautiful giraffe..."
Fiora blushes at Brun's sleepy words, squirming slightly. "Well... not today I'm not."
She's not exactly 'trapped', but also isn't actually making a lot of effort to free herself, knowing she doesn't have much of anywhere else she can go right now, and also... it's not exactly a bad place to rest.
Brunilda blinks her eyes open and it doesn't take her long to figure out what's happened. She looks at Fiora and smiles: "Oh. Hey there." She shifts her position enough to 'free' Fiora should the now-possum actually want to move.
Fiora waves, "Hey there... so, this happened." She takes advantage of Brun's movement to dislodge herself, only to make herself more comfortable, and certainly not just doing this to run her hands over Brun's very large boobs. The thought makes the possum blush harder, but it's hard to deny them when she's so close.
"It's always a little disconcerting, with this change, but at least the view is good." She looks directly up at Brun and smiles.
Brunilda smiles, touching the tip of her trunk to Fiora's cheek. "I suppose there's no denying that I am pretty big. In... in most regards." She hums: "How are you feeling, besides the obvious?"
Fiora reaches up to caress Brun's trunk. "Fine... gotta say one thing for this transformation, at least it seems to make you sleep pretty deeply. Otherwise, I'd still be awake. Still sorta dreading this whole trip... I guess... maybe we can't even do it now, since I've gone small again."
Brunilda tilts her head slightly, though her trunk is still touching Fiora: "How so? We're here, right?"
Fiora blinks, "B-but, I'm... small. And uh..." She trails off, keeping her hand on Brun's trunk, "Err... I don't... really have a reason except for... I'm still scared..." She looks away, still feeling ashamed to admit that.
Brunilda nods, lifting her hand to touch Fiora's side: "That, I can understand. We can wait for our changes to cycle again, if you want." She leaves unsaid that they still haven't found a particular rhyme or reason to their changes, and that it never seems to be quite the same in timing.
Fiora nuzzles her head into Brun's hand with a sigh, "As much as I want to say sure let's do that... we probably just need to do it...but that mostly means you doing it... you okay with that?"
Brunilda shrugs, well aware that the movement jostles Fiora a bit: "Why wouldn't I? If anything, I'm curious."
Fiora chuckles, riding the movement with ease, "Well... I... don't know. I'm just unsure about it all. Feels like going back to the scene of a crime I committed. Guess I can't blame you for being curious though."
Brunilda gets up to sitting, letting Fiora be on her lap as she looks down at the possum. "I can see that. Things happened a long time ago, and all that. But I will be right there with you."
Fiora chuckles as she shifts into position to sit up, carefully, in Brun's lap, "You sorta have to be. If I recall, you did say something about me needing to relax more when these changes happen. Explorations aside... I'm gonna try to 'slow down', alright? Which, I guess is the same as usual when I've changed and you haven't, I'm just accepting it."
Brunilda nods, touching her palm to the chest of the very small possum that is her girlfriend. "I won't ask you to, of course, but it might do us both good to try and not be doing something all the time." She winces. "We're sorta both more comfortable when something is happening, when we're doing something physical, but... yeah. Taking a breath every now and then, as it were."
Fiora hugs Brun's hand with a sigh, "Always... I've always been doing something. Running and fighting as long as I can remember. Don't have to think if I'm running. Been long overdue to come up for air..."
Brunilda smirks, then lifts Fiora up with both of her hands: "Well, that's currently very easy to arrange." Her trunk touches Fiora's cheek as the elephant smiles warmly.
Fiora braces herself as Brunilda lifts her, smirking as she slowly lets go to rub Brun's trunk again, "Not quite what I meant, but I'll take it. I'm gonna leave things in your very capable hands, love."
Brunilda gives Fiora soft caress, before putting her down again: "You know we're in this together. So you don't need to try and be that tough, today."
Fiora hops out of Brun's hands to let the elephant get up for the morning. She takes another deep breath and nods, "Okay... no 'Fury' today. Just... Fiora. I'll try, err, not to try, that is."
Brunilda smirks: "Sounds good to me." She starts getting up: "Guess you get to ride on my shoulder today. Unless you want to sit inside my shirt..."
Fiora chuckles, blushing as she scampers to the side to get out of Brun's way "I... well, I mean, that'd be ridiculous right? But... it is really nice there... you know, warm, and soft..."
Brunilda smiles: "You can admit that you like my bosom. I like yours too." She starts putting her clothes on, fairly light travel clothes, this time without armor.
Fiora hmphs, "It's not like I'm a pervert or anything... I just... love your body. Your bosom too... which is, you know, part of your body. I do like it."
The elephant shrugs with a smile before putting her shirt on: "Yeah, pretty much what I think of your body as well." She glances down at the possum: "Both forms, mind you. You are beautiful now too."
Fiora looks down at the possum body, "Always feels more 'cute' than beautiful, like I'm a little doll... I guess it works though. I know you're pretty good looking in both forms too, so I can't exactly it deny it too much."
Brunilda hums: "We both have pretty nice curves in that form. At least it feels so when we're both tiny."
Fiora reaches down to trace her figure, blinking, "I do...? I guess so... I'll... have to pay more attention to you when it's your turn." She blushes in a bit of embarrassment, the more fierce physical attraction isn't new, but it's something Fiora pushed aside for a long time, unsure how to express it to Brun.
Brunilda hums, finishing up putting her clothes before reaching down to offer her hand to Fiora: "Maybe you do. I certainly don't mind you paying more attention to me like that. Shall we go see what's in store for us?"
Fiora hesitates a moment, then nods and steps into Brun's hand. "Yeah... it can't be that bad..."
Brunilda lifts her girlfriend up, smiling: "I understood that it should just be an empty house, right? No recluse mages residing that have created secret labs in the basement or something."
Fiora hmphs again, crossing her arms, "Unless Mom was really keeping some dark secrets from me... yeah. J-just a house..." She glances at Brun, feeling very vulnerable in that moment as she lets her arms drop, "Still... just be careful."
Brunilda gives Fiora's cheek and sides another caress with her trunk, before lifting her hand towards her shoulder: "We can take our time. New town, no committments or schedule."
Fiora strokes a hand along the tip of the trunk as she nimbly hops to Brun's shoulder. Looking down from there into the elephant's cleavage, she chuckles, "Maybe next time I ride in the shirt. This is good for today though. I'll let you take care of the details then, but I'm right here for you if you need me, beautiful." She brushes her hand against Brun's cheek with a smile.
Brunilda chuckles softly, glancing at the possum on her shoulder. "Just gotta pack up our tent, but I can do that pretty quickly." She gives a soft sigh: "And well, better get things done today before I inevitably change too. Things always feel so helpless for a bit when both of us are changed."
Fiora nods, patting Brun's cheek, "Well, at least we've got room and board already taken care of. You'll have to get the key out of my things, but... even if we just use the sleeping bags in the empty living room, it'll be safer than we've been in awhile, both changed and all."
Brunilda smiles as she starts packing up the tent: "Yeah, you are right in that. Guess all we can do now is head up there and see what's what."
Fiora leans up to kiss Brun on the cheek, "Yeah. Hey, thanks for doing all of this, love. I... yeah. I... need you for this."
Brunilda blushes: "Well, you'd do the same for me."
Fiora grins, "In a heartbeat."
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