P Stalling to Make Ends Meet! [Eselberg Station]

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Carmelian Expanse - 009015:5 (Eselberg Station, Kalis System)
Lounge - Upper Deck


First were the Therwoods, then there were the miners who wanted a place to lay over. Then came more and more. Now the station was practically teeming with life, and the lounge actually was being more than extra empty space. It'd grown into being a sort of 'bazaar' on Eselberg station, as goods not needed for the station's continued survival were bought and sold. Of course, the amount of customers was pretty limited, but who knew when a miner might want or need some odd personal item that could be bought on the Lounge?


And since there was only so much space, well, Elenor figured they'd best get in while there was still room for them to take up a booth. She was sure the pair of them were getting plenty of odd looks. Admittedly, most of the miners hadn't seen a witch before, they weren't exactly common in the UNS. But even fewer had seen a demon, much less one wearing a nun's habit.


Elenor wasn't completely sure why her argument of Lucas turning female for the opening of their little booth won him over on changing to female. After all, she'd merely suggested the idea, as a joke, that having a couple of lovely ladies manning the booth until the automated elements for their work could be set up (AKA, they had enough business that they could have an automated teller system to take orders) would help boost business.


"You know I was joking about that right? I didn't expect you to actually take me seriously about us setting up a booth with you like that!"


“The logic was sound, and it’s not like anyone knows who I am, much less only a few of the people we actually know. Besides, their reactions to some strange woman in your company could be very interesting.” The female demon looked at Elenor with a playful and plotting grin, a side that was always more subdued with her other self. Perking up momentarily even, she thought to ask a question, “By the way my dear, have I ever told you my name?”


"If you mean as you are now? I thought it was the same." Elenor said, waving her staff slightly to help lift the mock-up of a boiling pot with suitably 'witchy' brewing items up to the sign post above the stall. She'd opted for some less 'working' attire for this, since, after all, they were planning on upselling the interest folks would have in the business. Meaning that they needed to be as interesting and attention grabbing as possible. Which is why Elenor was in a fairly sheer, semi-sci-fi inspired witch's outfit instead of her more functional and practical actual fabric one. Never mind that the real set she used had been made by Lucas, while these were basically just rush ordered.


“Well one does not just flip gender without changing even to a small degree after a while. So I created a separate name for this version of myself, just to help distinct. Also it’s rather borish to call a woman by a man’s name don’t you think?”, the succubus replied, waving the idea out of the air seemingly at the last part. “My name for this one is Lucina. I’m sure I’ll have you moaning it sometime as you do my regular one.”, Lucina added with a very cocky smirk, something she’d never see out of Lucas in a million years. It would already be quite clear, that certain… inhibitions Lucas had, just weren’t there with this woman.


Elenor laughed, as she got the mock-up in place. "That is fair enough. At least for you, it isn't quite as drastic a change as I got to experience. As for screaming your name... You mean I don't enough already? Should I move it a bit or is the sign in a good place?" She asked, keeping her gaze on the task she was doing. The sign, along with the mocked-up pot and bottles, read 'Herrick Coven's Sundry Services!' With a thing of small print noting that the kinds of services were limited in scope and subject to approval. Not that there was much expectation of people asking them for everything under the sun after all.


“Oh but I want to throw everyone into confused chaos when they hear you crying “Lucina! Lucina! Oh gods, I fucking love you Lucina!!” across the entirety of the level. The questions alone the next morning would be so hilarious and entertaining to me.” The mocked words were expressed with drama filled gestures, Lucina raising the back of her hand to her temple with the other hand on her chest in feigned pleasurable stress. Once done, she just gave Elenor a devious smirk, “So yeah, you could say I’m the far…. Looser one of us. You should have him break me out more often, he doesn’t have nearly as much fun.”


She began to giggle furiously at that, going back to arranging her displays of thread and needles, as well as her collection of literature up for sale. This side of them was enjoying the playful things, and teasing far too much, and with such shameless enjoyment of it at that. However, it was all in good fun and jest, as even Lucina knew when not to cross lines, or push buttons too far.


Elenor laughed. "Yes yes, I can see that clearly now. Mind stepping out of the booth real quick and telling me if I got the sign in the best spot?" She said, staff head glowing with magical circles around it as she worked diligently to keep the energy focused on the work she was doing. Of course, the pose she was holding was certainly getting looks as she did, since she had needed to take a step back to make sure she had firm enough footing for what she was doing. "I'd rather not hold this in place too long if you please." She pointed out, wishing she could better respond to the jabs sent her way.


“And here I thought you looked quite fetching like that, maybe even worth of “what’cha doing step sis” situation.”, Lucina remarked smartly as she stepped outside, and looked up with her hands on her hips. She eyeballed it for a few moments, before waving to adjust it over to the left a couple of inches, “Just a tad over dear, bit past the corner more then needed as is.”


Once it was moved over, and ready to be settled into place, Lucina smiled at the sign with a hand on her chin. “Well I will say you certainly have decent skill in advertisement. Perhaps you are just so marketable yourself even?”


Elenor scoffed as she used her other hand to lift the nuts and bolts to mount the sign into place, and got them in, letting the magic go from both, and waiting for the whole thing to fall. When it failed to, she nodded in satisfaction. "Yes well, I imagine as much of a piece of advertisement as I might be, you're more so. I mean, between being dressed like that and being a sexy ass demon bitch on top of it, you're certainly gonna draw more looks than I in this get-up." She replied, walking forward and giving Lucina a firm slap to the ass as she did, grinning the whole while.


"So, need any help setting up your stuff? Since most of what I have left is basically the 'ready for sale' materials, since I sure as hell ain't gonna try and make anything here in person." She asked, looking over at Lucina's side of the booth, with several set of sewing kits, tomes, and a few finished outfits for show.


The woman squeaked in surprise, “No fair! I wasn’t ready for foreplay! At least buy me a collar first if you want me to play the bitch, geez.” Lucina pouted at her partner, rubbing her ass exaggeratingly as if struck so much harder then she actually was. Walking back into the stall they had arranged, giving a quick look around convinced her that it was ready, “No, everything is in order. Now it’s just waiting for customers, and trying not to make too much of a mess with our fun at this point. Don’t suppose you’d like a drink, I can get us one from the refreshment stand that also opened.”


Elenor nodded, and stepped behind the booth. "Sure. Cola if possible." She said, bending over to start pulling the boxes of supplies she'd prepared out from under the counter so that she could start displaying them properly. Most were clearly labeled, and what many would consider more 'mundane' creations. Stuff for stamina, or health, or the like. Simple cares to help keep people functional and all. Those were in the front section, and in quite a decent quantity.


Lucina came up behind her with a grin, hands taking each a hand full of available ass, free for the groping. “If you keep waving this thing around, I might not be able to pull myself away. Are you sure you don’t have a different sort of drink on your mind, because you have the lovely figure to be a pitcher.”, came her reply as she leaned over her, whispering the final words in her ear. With a sudden chortle though, she let her hand slide over the lowest bit of fabric between those legs before skipping off to get their drinks.


Elenor snorted and shook her head as Lucina did her thing. "You say that, but you've twice the ass to be sucked into than me." She shot back. Still, straightening up, she was grinning as she did, while putting the box to one side of the counter and starting to put the items down in the right spaces for sale. She was certain that there was going to be plenty of interest the second they had the sign change from 'Closed' to 'Open' just from what the pair of them had done thus far. People were already seeming to line up.


“They had some cinnamon bite things too, so I got us an order of those as well.”, Lucina said on her return a short while later. The drinks were in cans, one in her hand, the food in the other. And as should have been expected, Elenor’s can of cola in between demonic mounts. She gave her a smirk as she leaned over, placing the other things on the table as she waited for Elenor to take her drink with a smirk. “Much better then one of those bubble tea challenges right?”


Once the drink was taken, she gave the business sign a flip to show open, taking a swaggered walk behind the stall table. “Shall I take a seat?”, she asked innocently as those who had been waiting, began to approach the stall.


Elenor laughed and shook her head as she took her drink. "Nah, cause this was sealed. No challenge." She remarked, though admittedly, it had been impressive how Lucina managed to get it to stay between her breasts without tearing that sheer gossamer top that stuck out of the habit. Nonetheless, when Lucina opened the store, Elenor had just finished putting the last of her specialty items into place. Watching folks approaching, she snorted. "Don't think we get to sit just yet dear." She pointed out.


"Hello, and welcome to Herrick Coven's Sundry Services folks. We have available at this time textile works layered with magic handled by a demon, tomes and knowledge you might not be able to find anywhere else, brews by a witch to help you with various ills and woes, and of course, magical circle enchantments of all kinds, though be warned, the costs do increase with complexity and intent." She says, giving a waggled finger as she mentioned costs.


“And don’t worry, they’re still more affordable then you might think. No deals with the devil needed here, as we’ll work with you to reasonably tailor to your needs if we can. Step right up and peruse from the archaic, to elder wisdom, and even simple family remedies.”, Lucina endorsed with her voice full of cheer and confidence. Bringing with excitement at their own products, a worthy show for those she hoped to peak the interest of. “All done by the lovely duo you see here.”, she added with a sway to her hips, as she leaned forward and turned to each person approaching with a smile.


The pair were certainly kept busy, as they had to demonstrate the quality and purpose of what they offered. Though the fact that Elenor had warnings about the consumption of her brews, mostly to avoid either over reliance or over consumption of them. She didn't want people to come bitching them out because they decided to be stupid. It seemed that people were also equally interested in the textiles that Lucina had on offer, especially the ones that could change design and cut depending on certain conditions. Not that those were easy to showcase considering. It was easily 3 hours later before they'd begun to have enough slack to do two things. One, call Makoto to bring more stock for them to sell, and two, to actually sit down and rest a moment instead of running like crazy.


Elenor slumped into the chair with a deep sigh as she did, more exhausted from the presentations and demonstrations with all the customers than the actual work itself. "Void, that was more insane of an opening than I expected." She said, glancing over at Lucina.


“Oh it’s fine, and we have time to rest now.”, Lucina replied before placing her rear down in Elenor’s lap, and leaning against her to get comfortable. “Was definitely more profitable then expected dear, maybe we should have settled down and done this sooner. Also those bite things were so good, I may just go get another order if they aren’t sold out.”


The succubus would be lying if she said she didn’t enjoy the reverse in the situation, being in her lover’s lap for once. It was rather comfortable, the outfit leaving all the soft bits exposed to rest on, her chest making good cushions for her side as her arm was draped over the shoulder. They made a killing in profits at that, all their show and fun drawing more people then a simple opening would have. They had probably been ogled more then the merchandise, but hey, they still bought stuff so she couldn’t argue.


Elenor made a small noise of protest as Lucina settled herself on the nekomata's lap. "Hey now, that's not how this normally goes!" She says, gesturing to the second chair in the booth. Of course, Lucina's little act got even more stares for their stall while they rested. "And if you're gonna get those bites, get two. I'd like to actually have a chance to eat one. Hogging them all for yourself. Such a succubus move." She said, grinning as she teased her friend.


"As for settling down, I think it's more I just didn't feel comfortable trying to settle down anywhere that had a lot of, well, other witch's active. Nothing against them, but we get enough damned mail from the other covens wanting us to be present for things that I just didn't want to deal with it as a normal thing, instead of the picking and choosing we get to do now."


“You’re damn right it’s not, so I took the opportunity to turn the tables. If you don’t like it, then tough love, I like your ass as much as I love your thighs. If we weren’t in public, I’d be my face down there, and not my ass.” Lucina gave more pouting, flicking a tightly fabric covered nipple before jumping up. She stuck her tongue out at the other woman, wiggling her ass in jest as she did, before saying “And fine, I’ll get two this time, fresh drinks too. So better keep that lap warm!”


Elenor scoffed, trying rather hard not to let her nipple getting flicked through the latex outfit she was wearing, causing a reaction that Lucina could abuse later. "I'll do that. Not like it's going anywhere for a bit!" She said, smirking as she settled in to enjoy her empty lap while she could.


She knew Lucina was teasing her, just as much as she'd been teasing Lucina. And hell, the interest they drummed up by doing so was worth it. Even if it gave the wrong impression to start with for the shop. Looking to one side, she noted the glare the merchant gave her, to which she simply responded with a nonchalant wave in return. Not his fault that Elenor Herrick's shop could put two sexy ladies on display for people to enjoy the view of while getting things done.


As much as she did tease her, Lucina just loved to rile up Elenor if she was honest, and there were few she went to such lengths to do so with. The succubus returned, garnering as much attention outside the shop, as within it. “I’m back!”, she called as she approached with a happy wiggle, the same way as she had before. The only difference was that she had two containers instead of one, and a straw as well.


Lucina happily retook her soft and sexy throne, before setting her drink down, and offering Elenor one of the containers. But she didn’t hand over the drink, a small smirk casually on her face as she settled in. Reaching, she opened the tab of the cola between her breasts, and stuck the straw in it.


“Figured if I was going to occupy this space, I might as well make a decent cup holder, and casting ice magic into my cleavage… Well it won’t be warm anytime soon.”, the succubus cooed as the cool mist rose from around the can in question.


Elenor shook her head. "Void, you are such a corrupting influence." She says, though she has a hell of a grin on her face as she says it. She settles one hand on the small of Lucina's back, cupping her waist with said hand. The other reached up to flick her on the nose. "You're being silly. Do you want to give the merchant the next stall over a reason to wreck our stuff? He's already giving us death glares with our success." She pointed out, but not without taking a drink out of the straw first.


"So unless you want to give him a hell of a show while you're at it, we should probably just enjoy our lunch."


“Oh you know I never would without your permission, and if he even tried, he’d burn hot enough to wish he was in hell. I may be tempting, flirty, sexy, and full of desire. But that won’t stop me from roasting some idiot’s balls on an open mana flame, and laughing as I do so.” Lucina was not quiet with what she said, giving a very deeply felt smile towards elenor as she sipped. But her eyes tracking to the man the next stall over, with a darker light entering her eyes. A small almost innocent seeming wink was given towards him, and she swore she could hear his balking from here.


She had no shame when expressing herself, in either manner, the only question was. Which side the person earned, and how deep they had dug to decide if they could even be forgiven. The succubus, even if that at heart, was not going to let anyone get in the way of her feelings and those who deserved them. “So regular lunch, or a little bit of kissing and bite sharing?”, she added as she went back to her kinky, flirty self.


Elenor snorted. "I'd say regular, but I doubt you'd let that stay, not with things as they are right now." She pointed out, having an inkling of what she'd exposed herself to fully with Lucina in this little situation. On one hand, she wasn't at the least surprised, on the other, she also understood that this was not quite what she'd expected out of the normally quiet and reserved Lucas.


"Besides, You already have me drinking out of your bust." She furthered. Only to have to turn her focus from Lucina to a man striding up to the counter. "Need something?" She asked the man, who snorted.


"Yeah. You, feline bitch."


Elenor's eye twitched as she took a steadying breath to avoid causing a scene right away. "And what, pray tell, do you want me for?" She asked, very slowly and pointedly, a hint of her ire creeping into her voice.


"You to drop the succubus slut and yowl for me."


"I see. I think I have a way to make that happen." She said, looking at Lucina with a smirk. Elenor already had an idea in mind to make the guy regret this whole thing, especially the bravado. And hey, it'd been a while since she's last practiced her karma circle…


“You know, succubus slut has a name.”, Lucina pouted to the man before a darker grin took it’s place, “Don’t you want to know it before I roast you alive? Or I guess I could freeze you instead, if it will get you to shut that foul mouth.”


Elenor quietly put a hand on Lucina's shoulder. "I can handle this one Lucina. Besides, I'll need you to handle the other half of his request." She said, a cruel grin on her face. "But first, I'll need you to stand up for the first half." She said, giving the man a wink, making him grin even more like the dumb brute he was.


A few of the station habitants were already backing the fuck away from the stall, since they couldn't be sure how Elenor was about to fuck him up. Most of those visiting though, looked on in curious fascination at what was about to transpire.


Once Lucina had, Elenor reached over and grabbed her staff. "Here, I need to do a few things first to make sure the experience is truly enlightening for us both." She said, soon using her staff to mark out a ritual circle in front of the man. Focusing intently, she assembled a few other items, and got them arranged.


"Oi oi oi! Don't you be doing no witch-y shit you oversized cat!"


"But if you want me to yowl properly, I need to do this." She said, finishing. "Now, you need to step into the circle sir, and I'll properly play with you." Of course, Lucina could see that the circle wasn't going to affect Elenor at all. It would affect whoever stepped into it, and was rigged to transform them. Into what, well, that was dependent on the kind of person that stepped in.


Lucina stood back and watched, turning the straw around the cola between her breasts, taking idle sips while she watched. Meanwhile, casually popping sweet cinnamon bites into her mouth, as the show was about to begin. “These are always so sexy to watch.”


The man eyed Elenor for several moments, before stepping forward, putting both feet inside the circle. At which point Elenor let her staff tap the deck, triggering the spell. With a scream that would have been able to curl paint, the man tried to get out, but found himself bound inside the diameter of the circle.


Those watching took a step back, expecting to get struck by blowback from the spell, but Elenor just walked up and smiled. "See, the yowling is gonna be me laughing at you. Because you just stepped into a karma circle. Let's see what you become as your karma reverses onto you." She states, a feral glare in her smile.


Soon a pair of long, well tufted ears grew out of the man's skull, while his hair grew longer, framing a face quickly turning feminine. His clothes didn't seem to be changing as well, shifting as his body lost muscle and mass, becoming quite large on his shrinking frame. Even his torso was quickly changing, growing into something that could actually challenge Lucina in looks with how quickly the breasts blossomed out.


"Oh my, a rabbit girl I see. All that aggression must have made you quite a lot of trouble." Elenor says, smirking.


Soon the spell ended, the circle blown away by the air circulation, revealing a bunny girl that was hypersexualized.. And clearly frightened immensely. Even her outfit seemed to scream that the most dociale of men should let out their aggression upon her.


"Lucina dear, I do believe he... no, she is all yours now. Just don't leave a mess. I'd rather not have the station janitor yell at us again."


“Oh my nine rings… I can’t decide if I want to kill em, or do what the demon queen did to me. Those cheeks, those breasts, the ears, tail, and that lucious mouth. I want to make her breed like the slutty rabbit she is!” Lucina cried in excitement, not sure if she should fuck them raw, or kill them still. “How about I give you the choice then? Do you want my carrot, or do you want to die. Because it’s been centuries since I’ve had roast rabbit.”


The bunny girl looked fearfully between the witch and the succubus. "P-please... I won't... I won't do it again! Just, turn me back please!" She whimpered, stepping to the counter and making the most pleading face she could.


Elenor however, merely yawned. "I would tell Lucina your choice quickly. She doesn't have a lot of patience for such shows unless it's part of her contract. And trust me, those aren't contracts you want." Elenor said. She wasn't sure in reality about all that, but better to make them even more fearful.


"Please! I'll do anything! Just... don't kill me!" The bunny girl cried, looking at Lucina desperately now.


“Well that is an interesting compromise.. Hmmmm..”, Lucina said thinking, still finding either of the original options interesting. However, the other side of her was already glaring at her in the back of her mind. Both options were messy, and as much as she wanted to just bone the bun in the street, she couldn’t just kill them either and get security riled. “Ffffiiinnnneee, I’ve decided, you get to live, and I won’t fuck you this time. You just have to become my pet permanently. So get on your knees, crawl here, and kiss mommy’s lower lips to seal the deal. Now don’t keep me waiting, I’d rather not have to sweep ash up today.”


The man turned rabbit quickly moved forward, around the counter as Elenor opened the gate, and dove forward to fall at Lucina's feet, and began to kiss her legs from the ankles up, leading to the kiss of the required part.


Elenor looked over at the spectators and shrugged. "People want to be assholes to me or my companions, they find out really quick I'm not all good witch, despite what I present." She said, as people took the hint and went back to what they were doing. Looking over at Lucina, Elenor sighed. "Do I need to set up a pet room in the house, or do you have something else in place for such things?"


A deeply red glowing tattoo over the womb appeared on the bunny girl, as Lucina grinned as she was pleased with herself. “Oh I can take care of that. I think with time, a servant will prove to be a valuable addition to the family we have started. As she’s kinda cute, so it would be a waste to let your handiwork go to waste babe.“


Elenor rolled her eyes at Lucina's comment. "Right. There's still one of those orders of cinnamon bites left, right?" She asked, walking back to the chair and settling into it. In the process, she does reach over and takes the can of cola out from between Lucina's breasts and takes a drink around the straw, wincing slightly at just how cold it was.


“Of course, you hadn’t even touched yours before all that happened.”, Lucina said, a sense of concern coming over her as Elenor winced, “I guess I should tone back on the intensity next time I do that for you.” Taking the other chair this time, she sat next to Elenor, before waving the new servant into her lap. “What a strange day so far, and it’s only been a few hours.”


Elenor snorted. "It's fine. Mostly it was the can that caused the wince." She said waving away Lucina's concerns. "So, what do you plan to do with her now that you've made her a servant? I mean, she's bound to you right?" Elenor asked, gesturing to the rabbit in Lucina's lap. "Not like I'd be able to do anything to her without your permission anyways."


Taking the offered box of bites, she began to eat them one by one. People seemed more reluctant to approach the store, but after the first few weren't horribly changed, well, outside of their wallets of course, people seemed to have regained interest in the store.


“No, she's tied to you as well. Thank the pact for that one, it runs particularly deep, and anyone tied to me as a servant is therefore tied to you as.. Well my chosen champion I guess you could put it.” Lucina at the moment, was content to stroke the rabbit ears on their new servant as she talked, other hand wandering as she checked all the features. She looked thoughtful even oddly enough as she did, “Did you have something in mind?”


Elenor shook her head. "Not off hand. Just curious what you might have in mind for you. Will say, didn't expect to hear that bit." She says, referring to what Lucina just explained. She was getting up on occasion to help a customer, so it wasn't like she was able to just do the whole discussion on it's own now. Since well, they were still a business in a booth on the lounge's upper section.


“I’m not entirely sure to be fair, it was punishment, and I think she got more then enough. So I don’t plan to do anything more to her at least, as for how long, it’s open to debate.”, Lucina said, petting and stroking the bun like she was her favorite pet rabbit. None of it really weighed on her consciousness, thinking it was just deserts for who would likely now face a life of reform as someone who was not who they used to be. Everything from ID, to DNA verification, was all null and no longer usable.


“In a way, this was a mercy. She lived, and well after how you’ve changed her, she likely has nothing short of only things password accessible now. So now she gets free room and board for essentially being a maid.”, she added thoughtfully now that everything was more or less calm again, and could think about it more.


Elenor nodded. "At least a day I think. Considering how drastic a change it was, I'd say they used to be someone who, enjoyed tormenting others and abusing them. He had been pretty buff and likely used that to their advantage." Elenor mused. "Though, admittedly, getting them any kind of life after this is gonna be difficult. But I'm sure we can talk to the UNS rep on the station about help with that if it comes to it." She continued after handling a customer.


Settling into her chair, she took another sip of her cola, while someone came up asking Lucina some questions on the clothing she made. "I probably should have adding something to give us an idea of who they were before in more depth. At least their name and where they hailed from."


Lucina cheerfully held out fabrics, while explaining the stitching and enchantment processes. Once they had explained what she could do with it, the customer offered a custom tailoring order for later in the week from her. Once they left, she returned to her chair, “I would say a week actually. At least for the excuse to say we pay her for the extra time. Lu would bitch at me in our dreams if I didn’t.”


Elenor chuckled. "Fair enough. I suppose we really should decide what the rules of the station are going to be... Not saying we overreacted. His change is proof enough that he deserved it. But setting a ground for what deserves such actions that everyone is aware of instead of just our whims might be good." She pondered.


One person walking by paused. He had a look of confusion on his face as he turned to Elenor. "You mean, this station isn't run by the UNS?"


Elenor looked over and chuckled. "I mean, the UNS is starting to help with the upkeep of the place since it's been their miners coming and going... But no. Technically, me and my friend here own the station." She said, gesturing to Lucina, who had the bungirl in her lap once more.


“So don’t steal, kill, or other usually frowned upon acts, or you’ll have to deal with us. At least until we lay down our expected laws, then security can handle trouble makers.”, Lucina cooed with a giggle, nestling the bun tightly into her chest like a prized plushie. Wasn’t really much more to say on it then that, and the bun in her lap was exactly the example of a fate that might be faced until then.


“Now that I think about it El, maybe I should sew some banners to put up around the station. As decor and sort of our mark, just so it’s a bit more advertised?”, the succubus asked out of honest curiosity.


Elenor pondered that. "I mean, if you wanted to make them proper banners, I could see it. You've got the tailoring skill for it." She said, as the person blinked and walked off, shaking his head in confusion and surprise. "Besides, setting up actual rules on the station would give the security folks the UNS brought on board something to actually do I imagine." She said with a giggle. "But, while we ponder those things another time, while she's marked by you, what won't our servant for the week do?" She asked, gesturing to the bun.


Lucina giggled at the question, “Well other then repent and reform her ways of course. Well I only had cooking and cleaning in mind, and perhaps some play time if she can be convinced. Other then that, not anything else I could think of, unless you had any ideas.” She gave a fond smile to Elenor, and gave her a wink. “She’s fully trustable too, the seal prevents her from trying to kill, betray, or leave us before the seal is lifted.”


Elenor nodded slowly. "Having someone to help with the stall when we can't wouldn't be the worst either. Not only to help sell things, but also serve as a warning not to piss us off too much. I mean, sure, we did kind of jump the gun on him, well, her, but even so, having that kind of warning is worth it." She said, musing aloud. "Especially since they wouldn't need to actually know how to make any of the products we're selling."


Her slender black eyebrows furrowed as a thought crossed her mind, before Lucina looked to her new servant. “I just realized, what are we going to call you? Obviously you can’t really use your old name, but… Not that we knew it to begin with. Any ideas, either of you?”


The bun was just settled against Lucina, relaxing now that she wasn't fearing for her life. "What about... Abigail?" She suggested, looking at Lucina as she spoke.


Elenor pondered that, and shrugged. "I mean, not the worst name I've heard, and I doubt it'd be something we'd mistake for someone else. I think Abigail would work just fine. Plus, it kind of has a maid-like ring to it, since that seems to be what we're thinking of having her do for the most part." Elenor stated, smiling.


'Abigail' nodded vigorously. "I'll make sure your quarters and stall are as spotless as can be! You don't have to worry about that!"


“Supposed I’ll need to tailor a uniform for you as well, on top of a normal wardrobe. Can’t have you running around in these ill fitting rags now can we. Elenor knows we love a good fashion show, and don’t mind the tailor work, isn’t that right dear.” Lucina replied, giving Elenor a playful smile as she continued to stroke Abigail.


Elenor snorted. "You most certainly love it. I just tend to be the one modeling the outfits for you." She said, grinning in reply. "Though, I will admit, the ones you make that are rather form fitting and tight have been nice to wear. I just don't usually wear them." She said, sighing in contentment.


Abigail nodded vigorously once more. "Of course! Ummm, what, kind of uniform? And the wardrobe do you plan to make for me?" She asked, shrinking a bit as she asked what she was worried was too forward a question.


“Well a maid uniform of course, and for normal clothes, well that depends on what we figure out when we get there. I will likely have you try things on and just see what works. We’ll have you looking like the belle of the ball by the end, or at the least, the prettiest little thing anyone could ever want on their arm out in public.” She was practically giddy, as it had been a while since the last time she got to do a fashion show. Well it had been Lucas, but potato putato, same person.


Elenor couldn't help but giggle at how excited Lucina seemed to be to have a new person to dress up. "Thinking about it... I'm actually wondering how much of her eagerness is her wanting to please us and thus not be at risk of being killed, and how much is who she would have been in her next life? I mean, for someone to change that much, and be that eager... Ehh, I'm worrying too much about this, that's what you're about to say, aren't you Lucina?" Elenor mused aloud, though pausing and then swinging one eye to look over at the succubus in question.


Abigail however, seemed content to ignore Elenor's musing and instead seemed fully focused on what Lucina was saying. "I bet I'll make a good maid Mistress!" She said, seeming to light up to the idea, no matter what Elenor was wondering.


“I’d say it’s safe to say that she's an entirely new person, with a much brighter future. So let’s give her the best start possible. Besides, Elenor, it could be good caretaking practice for when we have kids someday.~” And the flirty mischief was back in full swing, her mood now unsoured again from all the cheerful banter. Yet with all the playfulness, her words were still very sincere.


Elenor rolled her eyes. "Yeah, not sure I want kids in the near future. Between not being sure I'd be able to tolerate them, I'm not sure I'd make a good mother." She said, shrugging. "And I get that she's practically a new person. That's how the karma circle works. But unlike letting karma take its natural course, where they are born as that new person, they still have their memories from before the circle made them this way." Elenor pointed out. "Admittedly, at least this time I didn't turn them into a pile of... ichor." She said, shuddering at the memory of the last person she used the spell on, and how having just the slightest bit off had basically made the person into a pile of meat and bones.


“You don’t give yourself enough credit my dear, as one myself, I think you’d do great. Besides, I’d do most of the caring if need be, how else will this little clan of our’s grow. Or in the way you’ve drawn power, this coven of your’s.” Ignoring the utter bombshell she had just dropped, she was very confident in her words, desires for the future made quite evident. Despite her devious and horny ways, Lucina shared one thing in common with her other side, the idea of bringing something good into the world they’d done so much wrong in. As well as the fond memory of those small padding feet, and happy cheers that they had already experienced before.


“Or maybe Makoto would like to help with that, and have some little ones to train in her ninja art. We could teach them witchcraft, tailoring, and our favorite… music.”


Elenor quirked an eyebrow at Lucina. "You mean you've been a father, right?" She asked, not sure if she should take what was just said literally. After all, Lucas could shift, but she was sure he wouldn't have let himself become a mother on a whim. Right?


"As for growing our number, I'm not sure I want to grow the coven, or have a clan. I mean, don't get me wrong, it would be nice to have more to work with, but actually managing all of that? No thank you. Especially since I would have to get all kinds of formal and aloof to run it all properly. We've both seen how the leaders of, what, 2 dozen covens we've met with? How they do things. Not for me."


“Did I stutter?”, came Lucina’s reply, a bit of a distance growing in her gaze as she turned it away. “I’ve been both, and unfortunately, most of those I’ve fathered, lived out there days long ago. I’ve only maybe slipped up once since then, which is likely still alive. But those that I've mothered…” Her gaze refocused itself, hugging the bun a little tighter, “Well that’s another story all together. There might be a few sons still alive, if they have not taken after my old wayward ways. I do know, however, know that I have a daughter out there somewhere.”


“23.”, was all she added after a moment, as if finally recounting how many. She then looked to Elenor, a serious expression on her face for what she said next, “That is why you run a coven your way, not their way. I’m not telling you to recruit bumbling followers, or some fake family. Those only bare a fraction of the power their grubby hands are always searching for. Form a real coven, a real family, then you will have the true kind of power they seek.”


"Let's be frank, they want the power I've managed to garner, just from you alone." SHe pointed out, actually pointing at Lucina as she said so. "And I suppose that's possible, but I wouldn't know the first thing of running a real coven. Only person I know who might have any clue, is you. And this is the first you've even suggested the idea." Elenor continued, returning her pointing finger to her elbow, leaning back in the seat as she stretched a moment.


"Besides, should I have children who bear the same price I paid to get what I've gotten? I mean, don't get me wrong, the sex during my monthly heat has been great, just utterly mind blowing, but... do I really want to be that selfish that I would push my own children into what I've become?"


“Ha! Wrong!”, Lucina exclaimed with a chuckle, “Dear, who are you dating?”


"An Incubus named Lucas. Why?" Elenor said, giving Lucina a deadpan stare as she answered.


“Well yes me, same person. But next question, what am I?”Lucina asked next, an almost devilish grin on her face as she waited for the answer. And for simple deduction to kick in with what Elenor has failed to realize.


"An Incubus, well, Succubus currently. Who would have to form a pact with each of them. What are you trying to get at?!" Elenor said, sounding exasperated at Lucina's drawing this whole thing out in this fashion.


“No they wouldn’t. Our children would be cross breeds, they already have the power, no pact needed. Every child I’ve had since becoming this, has always turned out as either full, or half.” Lucina smiled as she finally explained, “Not saying I wouldn’t have been willing to pact to give my children my power, but it would ultimately be unneeded.”


Elenor sat there for several moments as that sank in. "Wait, so you mean... They'd just be born with it. They wouldn't have to sell their souls to get the power like I did?" She asked, blinking slowly as realization dawned.


“Yep, they’d get their mother’s gorgeous looks, and my power. Bonus is, most demons consume the souls they’ve earned out of contracts, though not my thing. So you’d always be around for them too, as I don’t have any intentions of doing that to you.” Lucina was less smiling, but still just as happy now, pleased with the revelation. “I’ll keep you by my side, something any other partner has never had the possibility of. Honestly it makes such a long life span a pain for me, to generally outlive everyone else, but that won’t be entirely true anymore. Rocking hell to even the deepest rings from the bedroom for eons to come. Think we can rack up a noise complaint record to make even the queen blush?”


"I thought you'd done that to a bunch of souls before me." Elenor asked, referring to the souls being consumed thing. "What makes me different? And besides, wouldn't they also get whatever powers are natural to a Nekomata? I mean, as one that was made such, I have some of them... But they'd be born in full with them, right?" She asked, just thinking on how much more frightening a situation that'd be than anything else.


"And wait, what do you mean making a queen blush? Wouldn't whoever controls the ring you call home be expecting such things?"


“I’ve actually never pacted with anyone before you, so no, I’ve never consumed any souls.” The succubus answered, almost seeming offended at the suggestion. “I wasn’t born a demon, and I hate the queen for making one. But it was the price I paid to heal my sister. I basically became nomadic and loner in the years after, only really stopped moping when I started to settle down with you.”


Elenor blinked in surprise. "Huh. I, wouldn't have ever guessed." She said, before watching the bungirl jump up and move to push Lucina forward. "Issue?" Elenor asked, looking over at Abigail.


"Yes! Mistress isn't dressing me!"


Elenor paused, blinked, and promptly facepalmed at that.


Lucina meeped as she was suddenly dragged off, wondering who was the true master here, “But wait, Elenor will be alone at the stall, and I didn’t get to finish my cinnamon bites~!?”