Chapter 167: The Big Day

Ann’s body hurt. It was a good hurt, though. Like she’d been working out for hours. She felt Kat and Rosalyn next to her, still snuggled close in the bed. Honestly, she didn’t remember when she’d fallen asleep the previous night. She was pretty sure Kat was pounding her pussy while Rosalyn was on her face, or something like that, but the details were hazy. Her girlfriends had succeeded in their goal of absolutely sating and exhausting her. Huh, that was a first. Not that Ann wasn’t satisfied with any of their previous encounters, just that she always seemed to have more in the tank. They’d obviously cleaned up, since she wasn’t covered with a thick layer of crusted cum, so that was nice.

Cracking her eyes open, she saw Rosalyn’s sleeping face to her left. The Druid was half buried in the pillow next to her, clutching at her arm. She always tried to have as much contact as possible when she slept. Like Ann was her big stuffed animal. Not too far off. Rosalyn’s face scrunched up adorably in her sleep, drawing a smile to Ann’s lips. The woman was far too cute.

To her right, Kat lay in a far more chaotic manner. It was good the princess kept her hair in braids. Otherwise, it’d be a tangled mess every morning. Braids lay flying everywhere, one over Ann’s forehead. The woman herself was sprawled on her back, loud snores escaping her wide open mouth. The picture of proper royalty, she was not. Still, it was cute in its own way. She let down any walls when they were in bed. Sleeping or otherwise, Kat just let herself absolutely relax. One arm had hooked under Ann’s neck and over to Rosalyn, while the other was hanging off the side of the bed. Kat hardly ever kept her blankets on for the entire night, so Ann was treated to a lovely view of her burly girlfriend’s body.

A bell chimed from the clock. It was early. Six in the morning. Four hours until their appearance was scheduled to start. Ann felt her nerves start to bite at her mind, but she pushed them away. She could afford a little more time in this peaceful bed.

A knock at the door disagreed.

Ann groaned and pulled herself out of bed. Her legs faltered. They really had done a number on her. Walking on paws like a newborn deer, she pulled on a shirt and wrapped a kilt around her lower body before cracking the door.

“Good morning, Holiness. Apologies for the early intrusion, but I brought breakfast.”

“Mornin’ Rowena,” Ann groaned, scratching her ears and opening the door wide. “Come in. Kat and Rosalyn aren’t up yet. We had a good night.”

“I can tell by your state of attire, Holiness,” Rowena said, eyes devouring Ann’s dishevelled look. The Mother Superior looked hungry herself. “Help me with the cart?”

Ann helped the woman pull the cart of food into the room and busied herself with setting it out.

Rosalyn wandered in from the bedroom and yelped as she saw Rowena. “I’m so sorry, let me go get dressed! Oh nonono.”

“Calm down,” Ann beckoned her over. “Not like it’s anything she hasn’t seen before.”

“I mean, yeah, but still, it’s awkward.”

“It bothers me naught,” Rowena shrugged. “Like Annita said, I have seen all three of you far more compromised. I will respect your wishes and withdraw if you would like.”

“Um… no, it’s… it’s ok,” Rosalyn stammered.

“Aw, you’re so cute when you’re flustered,” Ann giggled, then groaned as her muscles complained at a stretch.

“Oh my. I thought your voice was harsher than I remember it being. Are you in good health?”

“Yeah, just had these two really go to town. Might have been rougher than we initially meant to go.”

“Would you permit me to restore you? I have several spells and benedictions that will heal your body and restore your energy,” Rowena proposed.

“Nothing lewd?” Ann raised an eyebrow at the priestess.

“No, no, not these,” Rowena shook her head. “Sadly,” she added under her breath.

Ann chose to ignore that last bit. “Go ahead. Kat’s probably going to need it, too, but she’s still in a mild coma. We might need to toss her in the bath again, Rosalyn.”

“After we get treated,” Rosalyn groaned. “I don’t think I can lift a fork.”

“Let me begin, then,” Rowena said, standing. Purple light radiated from her hands and eyes as she channelled the first spell. Ann felt the effects immediately. Her tiredness vanished, and her mind was far more alert. She still needed her morning cup of coffee, but the brain fog was gone. “That was an aura spell, so Princess Katlyn will have benefitted as well. My healing requires physical touch. If I may?” Rowena reached out a hand to Annita.

Taking it, the same purple light enveloped her body in a soothing caress. Due to the nature of Ann’s physical state, the touch was far from chaste, reaching into her depths to heal her well-used body. Once it was done, the sensations retreated with a lingering touch. Almost like a lover saying goodbye.

“That was… wow,” Ann gasped. “Thanks. I feel a lot better.”

“You next, dear,” Rowena offered a hand to Rosalyn.

The Druid took it and shivered as the healing took effect. “So different from Bren’s healing. That was so gentle and warm. Bren’s is really clinical and does its job well but doesn’t have a soothing effect. Is that some kind of modified heal for Orenous or is that just a you thing?”

“That is a spell I was blessed with by my Goddess,” Rowena confirmed. “Each clerical path has its own style of healing. Bren being more of the scholarly type, his would be closer to those of the Qu’Sella temple. Like you said, they are clinical and efficient, but lack in bedside manner.”

“Let’s go get Kat up and get a bath before we have breakfast,” Ann decided.

“Should I wait here, or would you like my assistance bathing?” Rowena asked. She looked innocent, sounded innocent, but Ann knew what she wanted. Closeness. The opportunity to touch her more. It was a little awkward, but also maybe she was fine? Seemed like a kind of service someone in the Orenous temple would offer.

“No funny business,” Ann commanded. “You’ll bathe us and instigate nothing further. I see you so much as squeeze a bit too hard, you’ll be out here again until we’re done.”

Rowena nodded eagerly. “As you wish, Holiness. I will perform my duties to you and your lovers perfectly. No advances will be made.”

“Good. Come on, Rosalyn. We’ve got an Alfhindur to dunk.”

Kat, as always, was fucking heavy. They got her in the blankets and lugged the still slumbering woman into the bathroom. Once in position, they unceremoniously rolled her into the bath, and handed Rowena the blanket. As Kat sputtered into consciousness, the Mother Superior did as she was bid and returned.

“Oh, shite, mornin’ Rowena,” Kat said, now standing in the warm bath. “Didn’t expect ye tae pay a visit. Or for ye tae be in the bath wit’ us.” The princess shot Ann a look.

“Relax. She just wants to help us wash up. She does anything skeevy, and she’s out. Right?”

“Yes, Holiness,” Rowena bowed. “I will even remain clothed, if you so wish.”

“Eh, all women here,” Kat shrugged. As long as it’s a bath, ye’re fine.”

“Thank you, Your Highness.” With that, Rowena disrobed.

Ann took a minute to appreciate Rowena’s fit body and glistening green skin. The older woman was still insanely attractive. If she weren’t so thoroughly drained from the night before, Ann might have been tempted, but now wasn’t the time. Kat would also probably not like it, so that was another barrier to keep her libido in check.

“Well, guess this is the day to do this,” Ann sighed, then activated Minor Cosmetic Mutation. All of her hair fell out in a giant flumf.

“Gods, ye look weird bald.”

“Your tail is so skinny!”

Ann craned her neck over her shoulder and grimaced at the appendage. “Yeah, not a fan. Time to be purple!” Itching covered her body in waves. Hair grew rapidly from her scalp, falling in its usual shaggy mane. Her ears, legs, groin, and tail were next. Purple fur sprouted and grew just how she imagined it. Looking back, she grinned at the golden tip of her tail and the glorious purple fluffiness. All the hair had a slight gradient to it, going from a true purple near her skin to a lavender. Ann pulled her hair up to check her scalp. Yeah, the darker purple looked good against her already bronze skin. She might have been a bit distracted, since it was slightly fluffier, but not enough to be a problem. She’d also taken the liberty of growing out Orenous’ symbol in the fur on each of her thighs. The public wouldn’t see that, but it was more to see if she could do it. Apparently, she had that much control. Patterns might be fun later

“Woah,” Kat and Rosalyn gasped.

“By Orenous. You’re gorgeous.”

“Not done yet. Eyes next. Time for a headache.” One headache and a little longer to grow in her new eyes, and Ann was holding her normal green orbs in her hand, the optical nerves pooling wetly around them. Grimacing, she put them aside to chuck into a fire. She turned and found the mirror, inspecting her work. Her eyes were a shimmering gold. Pupils were a normal black, she couldn’t modify that without affecting her vision, but the iris and sclera were a different matter. She had hearts in her eyes. It was dumb, and she felt stupid for doing it, but it might work. The sclera she’d changed to a deep royal purple, nearing black. It made her irises pop even more than they would if they were pure gold.

“Looks like someone’s goddamn fursona,” Ann grumbled to herself. “I need an opinion on this. Is it too much?”

“Hearts?” Rosalyn giggled. “They’re so cute!”

Kat pulled herself to the edge of the pool and took a look. “I think so. Though no one in the audience will see that, so ye don’t need to change fer now. Gotta agree with the lamb, though. They’re feckin’ cute.”

Ann groaned and shook her head. “Fine, I’ll keep them for now. Critiques, Rowena?”

“Well, with the dress we have prepared for you, the marks on your hips are perfect. I quite like the extra fur length. Though minor, it makes you look softer and more approachable. The touch of your tail-tip is beautiful. The gold and purple go well together. I agree that the eyes are a bit ostentatious, but you are making a statement in this form, and want to stand out. I approve wholeheartedly, Holiness.”

“I am suddenly more concerned about the dress,” Ann chuckled. “Cool, then I’ll at least keep the gold and purple eyes. Yeaaah, no. I’m dropping the hearts. I hate them now that I can see them.”

“Boo!” cried Rosalyn, drawing laughs from the rest.

As her eyes changed, shedding their outer layer to modify the colour, Waheela decided to pipe up. You wear her colours. You sicken me, pup. Black or grey are the greatest colours of a wolf. Wear them with pride.

Wasn’t asking you. Quiet, Ann chided Waheela. The warped monster snarled in her mind but did as asked.

Ann and Rosalyn joined their girlfriend in the bath and started their morning routines. Rowena took over the general washing, scrubbing each of them down thoroughly. Ann had a moment where she could relax and watched the Mother Superior going about her work. She was respectful, as commanded, but there was an extra sense of reverence with which she treated the women. An extra touch here or there, lingering just slightly too long, but never crossing any boundaries. It was a delicate balance she was striking, but she did it expertly.

“So, everything’s set up at the venue?” Ann asked, sinking back into the bath.

“Yes, Holiness,” Rowena nodded, currently in the process of washing Rosalyn’s hair. “Finishing touches are being applied as we bathe. Once you have eaten, we are scheduled to depart. A section behind the main stage will be available for the royal family and your radiant presence. Pardon me, Rosalyn. How do you manage this hair?”

“It’s finicky,” Rosalyn sighed. “You have to pull it into all these sections after getting it wet, then start soaping from the scalp. Like this,” Rosalyn started to demonstrate.

“I sometimes like to curl my hair. I do not think I could manage caring for such dense hair daily,” Rowena chuckled as she watched Rosalyn. “Mine has waves, and I’ve helped Sisters with curls, but never something so dense.”

Ann remembered a black girl she’d known who had complained about her hair, lamenting that it wasn’t as easy to deal with as others. Ann had always loved her style, but never found the courage to say it. “The tangles can be a bitch and a half.”

“No kidding,” Rosalyn grunted as she hit a snag. “Takes so much combing to get all the tangles out, and it’s tangled again as soon as it dries. It still looks good, just a lot more work.”

“Wouldn’t know. I’ve had either this wild mane or straight hair all my life.”

“Same,” Kat said, having completed her soaking and now washing herself properly. “How the feck did I get cum in me hair when ye weren’t even the one with the dick?”

“Did you miss some last night?” Rosalyn chided. “I thought I got it all.”

“Base o’ me neck. Easy tae miss.”

“That’s probably my fault, then,” Rosalyn shrugged. “When you were getting Ann to eat you out, I probably slipped out. She was kinda a massive mess.”

Rowena had paused, and was looking at them all in a mix of hunger and confusion.

“We have a talented enchanter,” Ann explained. “Got a fun toy, so it was a good night.”

“I… excuse me, Holiness, Annita. I am curious as to the, um, details?”

“Nah, that’s between us three. So did you get sleep like I told you to?”

“I did as much as I was able,” Rowena nodded eagerly. “I got a short nap as soon as you left, then longer later that night. It has been a trial to tear myself away from preparations, but I will do as you command, Holiness.”

And there’s the puppy girl energy, Annita sighed. Couldn’t maintain the decorum forever. “You did good. Seriously, take care of yourself. Not just for me.”

“It will be as you say,” Rowena half bowed, her tusks dipping into the water.

“When ye’re done playin’ wit’ the pet, come here an’ do me braids. Ye’re really good at it,” Kat said, pulling herself out of the bath. She preferred to have her hair done wet, so she could get it all sorted before it dried and doubled in volume. Ann, dutiful as ever, set about the process. It really was a process, but her Deft Hands skill made things much easier.

Rowena, meanwhile, helped Rosalyn. The Druid directed her where to help, and together they got her hair combed and clean. The wooly mess would poof up properly once it dried, but for now Ann enjoyed the look of Rosalyn with longer hair draping down over her eye. It reached down to her mid-back when it was wet, but the insanely tight curls pulled it back up to just above her shoulders when dry. Ann was momentarily distracted from her task as she and Kat both watched Rosalyn’s butt bouncing as she got out of the bath.

“I’m so gay for that woman,” Ann said wistfully.

“Aye,” Kat agreed. “Just… that shite’s not fair.”

“You’ve got a better one, though,” Ann said, making sure to give Kat’s toned ass a smack. “Round, soft when relaxed, firm when flexed. It’s as close to perfect as I can describe.”

“An’ Rosalyn’s got the best tits. Girl is stacked like no one else, an’ it somehow fits ‘er frame perfectly.”

“Aww, you two giving compliments?” Rosalyn said, coming over to sit next to them at the mirror. “Cause I think we know what Ann’s best part is.”

“Cock,” Kat and Ann guessed in unison.

“Definitely. I mean, your boobs and butt are great, too, and your face, your hair, your lips… but yeah, definitely this thing.” Rosalyn reached down and gave Ann’s sheathed member a gentle pat.

“She’s still recovering from last night. Call back later for further service.”

“You bet we will.”

“So, Rowena,” Rosalyn said, bringing the Mother Superior into the conversation. “You’ve got preferences. What’s your opinion on us?”

“Annita is perfection, being so blessed by my Goddess, I cannot see her as anything but. I agree with her assessment of you two, though. Lady Losenska, your chest is amazingly endowed, while Princess Katlyn’s rear is a thing of sculpted beauty. Should I be so fortunate to have a portion of either.”

“Perfection,” Ann scoffed. “Still on that. Can’t be perfect. Pretty sure I misremember stuff all the time.”

“Fine, then as close to it as one can be,” Rowena conceded. “There. You should be ready, Lady Losenska. I love the contrast between your hair and skin. I hope that my hair is as healthy as yours when it turns white.”

“Thanks,” Rosalyn said, fidgeting with her hands. “Hope it’s like that, too. So, uh, you all done with things? We ready to eat and get dressed?”

Kat’s stomach took the opportunity to let the room know its opinion. “Well, can’t argue wit’ that,” Kat laughed. She stood, hot water steaming off her chiseled body. “Let’s eat an’ get in these ridiculous outfits.”

“You say that about anything that isn’t pants and a shirt,” Rosalyn said, jabbing the princess with an elbow.

“Cause they’re practical. I’m wearin’ some armour, fair warnin’. Can’t have Ma’ be the only one.”

“We can work with that,” Rowena nodded as she dried off with the rest of them. “Now, food! Please do not dally, for we must get on our way soon, and I want to have you all presentable.”