The Chimera Summoner – Ch 4 – (Part 2/2)

I opened my envelope from Valant and found two things. One was my train ticket. It was for tomorrow morning. I gaped at it. So fast?! I was grateful I had my little bags ready to go. I wasn’t bringing much. Nor did I have much to bring, I mused.

Then a thought occurred to me. Lucy would need clothes. I could hardly bring out a stark naked, busty bunny girl in classes.

The image made my cheeks heat and my cock stir. Parading her around. Maybe with a nice leash.

I shook my head to banish the dirty images flooding my mind.

Down, girl. I told myself firmly.

I looked inward to the new well of mana. With my boosted Mind attribute, it was already nearly half full. It was surprisingly easy to tell; like asking myself if I was hungry, or how much breath was in my lungs.

I wanted to be topped off before summoning Lucy again. In the meantime, I needed to get her some of my clothes, to hold her over until I could buy her some things of her own.

I returned to the envelope.

The second thing in it was… a drawing of a box.

On a thin little board.

The letter said they’d provided shipping.

And instead, I had a drawing of a box. About a foot square, fairly ornate, in a lightly glittering black ink. Upon closer inspection, held up to a lamp, it appeared to be not ink, but an encrusting of some glittering emerald green powder. Crushed gemstone or the like. I had no idea.

But that made me think.

Ritual magic was surely in plentiful supply to Bayloft. Maybe…!

I hesitantly placed the drawing of a box on my floor and rushed off. I returned with a hairbrush and placed it delicately on the box.

The outlines growled briefly and the brush vanished into it, like it was falling into a hole.

I let out an excited whoop and punched the air!

“Drawing-of-a-box is better than a box!” I yelled. I giggled gleefully as I put several other random items in, marveling at how the board with the drawing on it weighed no more no matter what I added.

In short order, my two suitcases were dropped into the drawing of a box and vanished.

I stood with my hands on my hips feeling satisfied. Then caught a glimpse of myself in a wall mirror.

In spite of my efforts at cleaning, the mountain stream time had been more calming than hygienic. Then I’d sprinted all the way back to town and had a good cry and then done some packing.

I was a mess.

A smelly mess.

Not how I wanted my new girlfriend to see me.

Familiar, I quickly corrected myself.

I firmly instructed myself not to let that slip out.

At least not yet. Be cool, Eir. Cool and casual. Casual soul bond between two acquaintances who sometimes hang out naked and fuck each other into deliriously happy puddles.

Seems normal.

I sighed and went into the bathroom to do an ‘everything shower’. I even shaved. Maybe Lucy liked it smooth. I wasn't sure.

Taking a look, I did think my new cock looked a little better smooth.

An hour and a half later, I emerged, hairless but for my head , threw on my current favorite big-soft-flannel and some comfortable tight shorts.

The shorts were a little less appropriate for public wear than before, with my cock making a very clear and pronounced outline in them now. But they were soft and comfy. And I had my shirt hanging to my mid thighs anyways.

My mana was full, so with a gesture I activated [Familiar Bond], marveling at how intuitive and natural it was.

A tugging in my soul, and my mark burned softly on my arm.

A lush green circle, ethereal leaves formed on my bedroom floor, and Lucy emerged in seconds.

She turned curiously, studying her new surroundings, then caught sight of me. Before I knew what was happening, she had tackled me to the bed and was raining kisses down on me. The girl was FAST.

“EIR!” She cried with delight.

“Mmmmmph!!” I said, coolly, casually.

“You called!” She squealed. She was positively singing with joy. “You called, you called, you called! You said you would and you did! You wanted me back! You must have really liked bonding me. Should we do it again?! I didn’t know you would need me to bond with you again so often!”

She did not sound the least bit disappointed about that.

With reluctance, I pushed the enthusiastic, and very naked bunny girl off of me. She knelt on the bed, bouncing rhythmically. It caused some very distracting movement in her chest area, which I had to stop.

I grabbed her tits in both hands and held them still. Still-ish. By playing with them. They were just so damned bouncy and soft. And she made such diabolical noises when I played with them. A girl shouldn’t get to sound both adorable and utterly lewd and sexy at the same time.

I scowled and squeezed.

“What’s wrong?” Lucy asked, eying my frown. “Why are you wearing things?”

Her gaze got sultry. “Do you want me to take them off for you?”

She started crawling towards me.

“Wait!” I said.

She stopped, tilting her head curiously.

“I actually called you because I’m going to school tomorrow and you’re going to need clothes.” I indicated my own.

She frowned. “But why?”

I blinked. “Cause I might need you during a class or something.”

“But what do clothes have to do with that?” She asked, tilting her head the other way, causing her long rabbit ears to flop over adorably.

I sighed, and tucked her shoulder length hair behind one of her human ears so I could see her face better, and kissed her perfect squishy cheek.

“People don’t run around naked. You’ll see when we are there. But it is important that you don’t show yourself to anyone who doesn’t specifically consent to it. In fact, maybe for now, also run it by me first. Actually just don’t show people yourself naked. Until further notice.” I said.

She covered herself with her hands, looking hurt.

“Except me.” I clarified, drawing her to me for a long kiss.

When her tongue started probing my lips, I broke us apart.

“You’re very distracting.” I muttered.

She perked up.

“Yes!” She said, “That's my role! I distract and evade! I can also beat stuff up!”

She threw some shadow boxing at me. Her cutesy expression of ferocity was at complete odds with what looked to be a ton of real expertise.

I raised my brows, and whistled, impressed.

She grinned her little lopsided grin.

“Wait til you see me in action, for real!” She gushed. “I’ll make you proud.”

“I’m sure you will!” I said, truthfully. “But before that– clothes. Come here.”

I led her to my closet.

Though our heights were fairly similar, our builds were not.

She was all curves and mile-long legs and softness, whereas I was more lanky and androgynous.

Luckily, much of my wardrobe was either stretchy athletic wear or of loose cuts.

I let her lead, making little suggestions and adjustments for my world’s sensibilities, as we went.

She’d started with lacy lingerie panties and wanted to leave it at that. And watching her stuff herself into my few pieces of girlie lace was… very fun.

The high waisted lace thong did less to cover and more to accentuate her lush hips and ass. The front formed a feminine V leading my eyes straight down to her plump lips, easily visible against the flimsy fabric.

She twisted and posed for me as I gawked open mouthed.

I instantly gifted these and the others like it, with all my heart. I would make do with my boy shorts. Especially with my new, and currently swelling, equipment.

“Are we done?” She asked, hopefully, slipping up against me and running her fingers over my growing arousal.

I groaned.

“Clothes.” I insisted, cursing myself internally for pushing her away. “You need at least one full outfit, until I can get you things of your own.”

Eventually, I coaxed her into stuffing herself into one of my sports bras, the only one stretchy enough to have a chance. It was a tight fit, and the resulting look was more spilling cleavage than the bra had ever handled before.

I self consciously gave my own modest chest a consoling squeeze, which she noticed and joined me in a much more enthusiastic massage of both my tits through my shirt, as she kissed my neck and made happy little sighs that I could FEEL myself getting addicted to, already.

After that I managed  to get her into a white tank top. Then a pair of yoga shorts that were comfortably snug on me, and looked like she had been poured into. She turned and gave her ass a little jiggle with her hands, lifting and dropping it repeatedly while watching herself skeptically in a mirror.

“It looks better without.” She complained. “Or even with just the panties?” She suggested.

“No,” I said firmly. “Bad girl. Stop trying to be naked in public.”

“But we’re not innnnn public.” She whined.

I sighed.

It had been difficult to get the willful bunny girl into any clothes at all. Skimpy, she could tolerate.

Fuller coverage, she’d been visibly uncomfortable in.

My boxy, masculine-cut daily wear? She had outright refused, unless I was willing to order her, which I was not.

“You’ve been very patient.” I acknowledged. “This is normal in my world, but I can see it’s quite foreign for you.”

She nodded, looking sulky, but I could tell she was glowing from the praise. Her grin concealment dimples were even more pronounced than when she actually did it.

I stepped close and wrapped my cross armed rabbit girl in my arms. She doe-eyed at me, through her rakish auburn hair.

“There’s probably going to be a lot more things like this, as you get introduced to my world’s culture.” I warned her. She looked tremulous.

“But.” I held up a finger between us. “You did great. I ask that you continue to act flexibly when we run into friction like this. And I will do my best to meet you in the middle. When it won’t get us arrested. Does that sound ok?”

She nodded dutifully.

Truthfully, I was pretty sure that she had a better sense of things than she let on. She just wanted….

“You’ve been very good for me. And you look very, very pretty.” I murmured, leaning in closer till our noses were almost touching. “You deserve a reward.”

“I do? I have?!” She squeaked.

“You do.” I smiled fondly. “You have.”

“What kiiiind of reward?” She inquired, squirming in my embrace, rubbing her thighs together.

I ran a finger down her spine from her neck to her hips and then cupped her pert ass and jiggled it softly.

She purred, wrapping her arms around my neck, and grabbing a fistful of my hair by the roots.

“What would be a good way to reward you, when you’ve done something considerate for me?” I asked, enjoying her scalp massage, and running my hands over her back with pressure in return.

“Cum!” She answered, instantly.