Draco wasn't entirely sure what she was doing.

Well, at present she was shooting corks at prizes to hopefully win a challenge from Layah…and a kiss from Miia. But what confused her was why she had jumped at the chance to show off to Miia. Her feelings for her were gone, like a fog in the wind. She supposed that old habits die hard. Besides, though she didn't love Miia anymore, she was still gay, and Miia was still hot; A kiss from her wouldn't be anything unwelcome. As Draco looked to her side, seeing Layah focused intently on the targets, smirking with confidence, she knew this would be fun either way.

The pair continued to shoot at the targets, Layah had less experience, and thus hit fewer targets than Draco. However, when Layah did hit a target, it was normally a larger and better one. On and on this went, until the booth clerk insisted they let other people have a turn. The pair collected their prizes, each about the same mass but in different quantities, and they continued on to the next game: goldfish scooping.

After having the rules explained to her, Layah took to it naturally. Her movements were so precise and swift, yet with the exact amount of restraint one needed to succeed. Though she did fail a number of times, mainly through jests and jeers from Draco, Layah still walked away from the game victorious. Draco on the other hand, had won only a meager pencil top eraser. However, Draco did not despair, for the next game was skee ball, a game Draco had mastered long ago. Once the pair set down their massive hauls, they took their balls and began. Draco winked at Layah and said with a cocky smirk, "if you need a shoulder to cry on after Miia gives ME that kiss, I'll be here for you."

Layah blushed, then rolled her eyes and tried to appear angrier, and more confident. Rolling her shoulders back she huffed, "You'd better get some tissues. I'd hate for you to get snot on that nice outfit after I win."

Layah's bravado was shortly followed by an absolutely terrible roll, to which Draco snickered and began her domination of the field.

Miia, Mero, and Smith watched on with amused intrigue. That was, until Smith turned to her right as something caught her eye. With a smirk, she discreetly grabbed Mero's chair and pushed her in the direction of her query, leaving Miia to watch the competition, unaware of their departure.

Miia giggled as she watched Layah struggle with the game, not grasping the concept of the distance. It wasn't out of cruelty she laughed, but memory; she could remember the games the pair had played as children, in the village festivals every fall. Layah had a knack for things that required a close eye and attention to detail, with swift and precise movements, whereas Miia was far better at feats of strength, distance, and accuracy. Once more now, watching Draco excel at the game, Miia was reminded just how similar the two were. She began to feel a warmth in her chest, similar to what she felt when she was with Mero. It was a gentle fluttering that comforted Miia, though she knew it wasn't identical to her love for the Princess. This, she surmised, was a love of friendship. She was enjoying herself, while watching two of her friends compete over her affections. She smiled and let the feeling in her heart grow, and remembered the lesson she and Mero had told Lala: love doesn't always have to be romantic, you can feel love for your companions as well.

Miia turned to smile at Mero, but saw her gone from her side. Spinning around, she spotted the bobbing head of pink curls a few yards away, seemingly at another game with Smith. She shrugged, then looked ahead to the still struggling Layah and sighed.

Layah groaned as another ball utterly failed to make it into the target, Draco now leading her dramatically. She was nearly ready to quit the game until a cool and familiar hand landed on hers.

"It's all about the distance," Miia said from behind Layah, as she put her hand around Layah's throwing hand, "and figuring the force necessary to make it."

"M-Miia!" Layah squeaked, her face burning as Miia nestled against her back.

Miia smirked as she put her mouth closed to Layah's ear, then began to move their arms in tandem. "Here, let me guide you." She swung Layah's arm back and forth a few times, giving her the rhythm as she picked up force. "Aaaand let go…now!" Layah followed her command and released the ball. It sailed up the ramp, and want directly into the center pocket, finally putting Layah on the board.

Layah gasped and giggled with cheer, turning now to Miia, "I did it!" She exclaimed, now giddy as her tail thrashed.

Miia giggled and smiled. "I knew you could."

Draco had stopped playing her game, simply watching the two Lamia with envy. Though she felt no pang in her heart for Miia, so she was unsure if the envy was of Layah…or of Miia.

Miia looked to Draco before winking, then returning to her spectating position.

Layah tried once more to roll a ball, this time mimicking what Miia showed her. Still though, the ball missed only by a bit, sailing over top of all the targets. Layah turned around to Miia with a pout, but before Miia could react, Draco was at her side.

Draco didn't really know what she was doing, her instincts driving her movements. She picked up one of Layah's balls, saying, "You've almost got it. You finally got the proper movement, now you just have to master the amount of force to use." She demonstrated her swing a few times before handing the ball to Layah, then taking her arm the same way Miia had. "Okay. Try it now, just a little softer than the last time."

Layah couldn't stop blushing. She didn't have any words to say, and if she had, she was certain her mouth wouldn't have let them out. She simply followed Draco's instructions, feeling the Dragonnewt's strong, scaly hand on her own. The two swung together and Layah released the ball, once more landing a hit, with less aid from Draco than Miia. Layah smiled again, then turned to Draco awkwardly. "Why…help me…?" She asked, reverting a bit to her quiet, reserved demeanor. "Isn't this…a competition…?"

Draco shrugged, blushing some herself now. "Well…uh, I dunno. I guess I learned from Miia's boyfriend the best way to show off to her is through random acts of chivalry and kindness."

A shimmer began to grow in Layah's eyes as she looked at Draco, then she gave a subtle side glance to Miia. "That's so…? Well then, Sir Draco, I'd say you're plenty chivalrous." Layah giggled.

Draco smiled, but couldn't tell just how sarcastic she was being. Not to mention "Sir" was a little odd. Was that another jab at her outfit? For such a shy Lamia, she sure had some strong fashion critiques, Draco noted.

By the end of the game, Draco walked away once more ahead of Layah's loot, but only by a little now. Hey good fortune didn't last long however as Layah pointed out the next game. "Katanuki? Are you kidding me?" Draco groaned at the sight of many kids all hard at work, scraping away at the sugar carvings.

Layah smirked, already picking up her shaving tool, "What's the matter, scared?"

Draco growled before sitting down and taking up her tool as well. It infuriated her just how attractive Layah was when she was confident.

Layah started on one of the hardest drawings, an intricate Sakura tree, and began chipping away at the slate. Draco on the other hand, had the simplest little flower carving. Though they matched each other in time, Draco was visibly more nervous, as well as claiming a far lesser prize than Layah when done. Next, Layah got a beautiful sailboat, and Draco a little rubber duck shape. As Layah blew through hers, Draco became increasingly frustrated and her hand became snakey, her sugar slate beginning to crack. As she growled and cursed at herself, she nearly jumped at the sensation of Layah's soft hand atop her own. Looking up, Draco saw Layah blushing intensely, biting her lip and leaning toward Draco. "H-here…" she said quietly, gently guiding Draco's hand. "It needs to be slow, precise cuts. Don't let yourself get scared or frustrated; it's all about the steadiness of your hands." Layah leaned down closer, putting her mouth next to Draco's ear and speaking in a low and breathy tone, "Relax yourself."

Layah's voice sent a shiver through Draco, her voice hissing coldly in her ear. Despite the chill it gave her, having Layah so close did ease Draco. She let her shoulders down as she began to carve away again, now slower and calmer. A smile slowly spread onto her lips as she finished the picture.

Once more claiming their prizes, Layah now grabbed an intricate drawing of a traditional asian dragon, smiling as she set it in front of Draco. "Let's do this one together."

Draco blushed and nodded, sliding over to allow room for Layah.

Once Layah sat, the pair began to work on the picture, on opposite sides. As they carved away, their shoulders touched, both of them blushing but both just focusing on their handiwork.

Miia smirked with incredible glee as she watched on. She knew they were both being polite for the sake of impressing her, but that didn't matter. The pair grew ever closer, and hopefully more competitions like this would take place. Miia wondered just how many times they'd have to play this game before they realized that she intended them to be each other's prize.

After finishing the dragon, Draco and Layah finally slid apart from one another, letting out sighs of relief. Layah hadn't realized being chivalrous would involve being so close…

The pair collected and then evenly split the final prize money. Looking around the boardwalk at the setting sun, the growing crowds, and lastly their massive pile of spoils, both girls agreed to end their contest and let Mika declare the winner. The group, Mero and Smith now returned, went to a picnic table to count out all their winnings, Layah and Draco doing their best to make their mountain look more appealing.

"Ok Miia," Draco said, standing proudly with her chest puffed out.

"Who did better?" Layah asked, leaning forward with intrigue and excitement, unintentionally giving off a nice view of her cleavage.

Miia smirked, looking over the piles. "My my…you both did so well!" Turning slightly to her left, and taking Mero's hand, she said, "I think I've chosen a winner now."

Draco and Layah both looked on, Layah biting her lip with anticipation.

Miia, with her signature smirk, pulls Mero into her, making the pinkette squeak. The other three women are agape as Miia passionately and dominantly kisses Mero.

Mero squirms just a bit in surprise, but very quickly relaxes and returns the kiss, to the further shock of the group.

After the kiss escalates and carries on for a few more moments, Draco looks to Smith with bewilderment. "Shouldn't you stop them? Isn't this…illegal or something?"

Smith takes another look at the passionate lovers before turning to Draco with a shrug. "No humans are involved. Not my business."

Layah and Draco's jaws both fall with frustrated shock. Another second later and with a suctioning pop from Mero's lips, Miia pulls back. She smirks and puts her hands on her hips as she looks at the competitors again. "Good game all around though!"

"I didn't even know you were competing!" Layah whined indignantly, crossing her arms and pouting.

Draco tried not to focus on Layah's cute pout as she inquired, "How'd you even get that many?" She looked at the massive piles of stuffed snakes and fish, all of varying color, held between Mero and Smith. Miia was currently holding a multi-toned red snake and a shimmering pink koi in her arms.

Smith smirked and adjusted her glasses. "Claw machines, of course. I'm an ace at them."

Draco and Layah both blinked and stared for a moment before groaning at their blunder.

Miia went to move toward them, but Mero caught her hand after seeing the intent in her eye. They both knew that any attempt at consolation would reverse what Miia was trying to do for them.

Draco sighed and let her shoulders slump a bit. Then, turning to Layah, she chuckled, "I guess we'll have to cry into each other's shoulders then, huh?"

Layah blushes, now noticing how close she was standing to Draco. Slithering to the side a bit, she clears her throat, seemingly losing all the confidence she had in the competition. "Um…yeah…probably not…"

Draco looked at the ground in defeat, but managed to hold a good natured smile.

"Oh come on!" Smith exclaimed as she slapped the two on the shoulders, "buck up, you two! You had fun at least, right?"

Draco shrugged. "Yeah…I did."

Layah slowly nods, blushing more and trying to avoid Draco's eyes. "Yes…I'm quite tired now though. Fun as this was, I'm ready to go get some sleep."

Smith nodded, "Well then, I'll drive the both of you home. Miia, Mero, I don't have room in the van for everyone. Will you two be okay walking home?" Smith subtly gave Mero a wink.

Mero smiled and put her hand on Miia's, "Yes Miss Smith, we'll be just fine. Thank you very much."

Miia gave Layah and Draco a hug, the bid them both a goodnight, the pair trudging off in defeat with Smith.

Once the trio was out of ear shot, Miia smirked at Mero, "I don't like how conspiratorial you and Miss Smith are becoming."

"Why, I don't know what you mean, Mistress," Mero flipped her hair and smirked arrogantly.

Miia rolled her eyes and kissed Mero's cheek. Conspiring or not, Mero was still too cute.

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Draco and Layah sat in the back of the van, the silence palpable. Both stared at their hands, folded in their laps. Their minds shared the same thought: Miia, albeit in different subject matter.

Draco could feel the space in her heart where she used to regard Miia as the ideal bride, now a slot that could be fit by anyone…and why not Layah? Miia had suggested it, and Draco was certainly attracted, so…why not give it a shot? By the time Draco had worked up the courage to say something, Smith had stopped the van at Layah's hotel. Silently, the Lamia opened the door and prepared to exit. Draco bit her lip, then squeaked out in an embarrassing sound, "Layah! Uh,"

Layah turned to Draco with a raised and somewhat impatient brow. Swallowing, she continued, "I, uh, I had a lot of fun tonight. Fun…with you. I'm kinda glad neither of us got that kiss from Miia…so there's nothing to be jealous of. I'm glad we did this." Draco hoped the dark of the night hid her intense blush.

Layah's face lit up bright red, but her face did not change. She turned again to leave, making Draco's heart drop. Then she turned just a bit, and said, "I…actually had fun too…you…weren't terrible. I might even wanna do this again…"

"Th-then how about next week?!" Draco spat out before she could think, "We could go to the arcade! Or…a movie."

Layah paused for a moment, then in a voice just a bit more shrill, she said, "that sounds nice."

Her tail quickly slid out the door and it closed. Draco's heart sank a bit…but she still got a yes. She made progress. She smiled to herself and relished in the satisfaction all the way home.

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Miia and Mero arrived home late. The house was silent, save for the tv running some baking competition show, Rachnee and Darling both snoring away in seperate web hammocks. The girls giggled quietly, and surmising that Darling seemed plenty comfortable, went off to bed themselves.

The girls entered Miia's room, slow with fatigue as they undressed and prepared to slip into the bed. Mero looked upon Miia with lidded and lustful eyes, her voice dipping into a moan as she said, "I want you Mistress…what do you want to do to me?"

Miia giggled as she fell back onto the bed, pulling Mero with her. "Oh Mero," she whispers slowly. "I want to pin you arms above your head. I want to slither on top of you, wrap my tail around yours, and…and then…and…" Miia's voice grew slower and quieter until eventually she nodded into sleep.

Mero couldn't help but pout, her heart and loins aching with need. But, her Mistress was tired. There was always tomorrow. Snuggling into Miia's lovely breasts, Mero let herself eventually drift off to sleep as well.

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The morning sun rose, warm and red, casting a gentle crimson glow into Tanner's bedroom. Cerea grumbled as the sunlight hit her eyes, rolling her head over to avoid its sting. Another groan broke from Cerea's throat at she felt a pressure in her skull, no doubt from her drinking with Tanner. The cursed devil liquid! Cerea lifted her head slowly off of Tanner's bed, rubbing her eyes. As Cerea lifted herself upright, she slowly shook the sleep from her head and took stock of herself. The memories of the evening trickled back to her mind, although most of them were blurred or incomplete. Finally opening her eyes and looking down at herself, Cerea regained her senses and saw that she was completely nude. Gasping, Cerea's arms instinctively went to cover herself, only for her to wince and twitch as she rubbed against her insanely sensitive nipples, sending ripples through her nervous system. Cerea looked around more, taking note that her shawl was off as well, in the corner of the room with her shirt and Tanner's clothes, however she couldn't locate Tanner in the room. That was, until she heard a long, exasperated, and pained groan from under the lumps of pillows and covers next to her.

"Ceerreeeaaaaaaa…" came Tanner's muffled voice, "I can't find my way out…"

Cerea giggled, despite her headache, and began to pull apart the tangled nest of sheets and blankets. As she unraveled Tanner, she pulled one of the blankets up to cover her chest just before Tanner finally emerged. With his curly hair a scruffy mess and his bright eyes bleary, he turned around and looked about the room, looking like a drunken groundhog. Cerea couldn't stop herself from cooing at how adorable he was.

Tanner turned and met Cerea's gaze, and instantly his delirious expression of confusion melted into a blissful smile, "good morning, malady."

Cerea shook her head and put a hand on his warm cheek, smiling back, "good morning, my handsome lord."

Tanner blushed intensely and finished pulling himself out of his nest. "I take it you're decently hung over. Not to worry though my dear, both fauns and satyrs are great fans of booze, and as such over time have developed a myriad of hangover remedies. Allow me to prepare us some along with breakfast," Tanner hopped from the bed, surprisingly nimble, but still obviously hungover himself.

Cerea now saw that Tanner was in only his underwear, and blushing even more grabbed his hand before he left the room. "T-Tanner…" she said hesitantly, her eyes cast down to the blanket around her chest. "We…we didn't…did we..?"

It took Tanner a moment, but then seeing Cerea's full nudity, his eyes went wide. "Oh, Cerea, of course not! I could never, would never do such a thing, even if I was drunk." His gaze cast down as well and his noble bluster dispersed, "however…" he spoke with trepidation, "I do remember very clearly…we kissed, for quite some time. Then we came to the bed, and simply held each other, before you…took your shirt off, and…" Tanner's blush erupted even brighter, and Cerea had a terrible hunch by the way her nipples felt, that she knew what he was going to say. "You…insisted that I…suckle…on you."

As Tanner paused, Cerea remembered just how much Miia and the others had influenced her to enjoy when her nipples were sucked. At the thought of her, Cerea imagined a little devil-Miia appearing on her left shoulder and smirking triumphantly.

"Don't mistake my meaning though," Tanner went on, "I hardly needed any convincing to comply, but…that was all. I do not remember when we both removed our other garments, but I know for certain that we went no further." Tanner leveled a warm and reassuring smile at Cerea. "And…for what it's worth…I regret nothing of last night. What we did and didn't do. You were right; we just had to let ourselves be free."

Cerea let her hand loosen around Tanner's, allowing him to slip away and trot off to the kitchen. For a while, she just stayed where she was in silence. The memories of the night became clearer with Tanner's details, and she reflected on them, she too came to the same resolution as Tanner. She was certainly glad they hadn't gone any further than they did, but she was overjoyed that she finally had the courage to at least do something. Cerea looked to her shoulder again to see the tiny Miia smirking and giving thumbs up. Looking to her other shoulder to see if there was an angelic Mero perhaps, she saw only Miia's coils spooled up, having wrapped around her neck to let her tail wave. Cerea shook her head as she realized she was getting a bit too deep into her imagination.

As she thought, Cerea let her arms relax a bit, resulting in the blanket rubbing down and lighting up her nipples with sensitivity bordering on pain once more. Looking down at herself, she heard the little shoulder Miia voice an idea. A terrible, lewd, dishonorable, uncouth, totally Miia idea.

Dropping the blanket and slowly getting to her feet, Cerea walked past her pile of clothes and into the living room. Watching Tanner work on cutting food from behind, she inquired, "What does this remedy include?" Her voice soft, so as not to worsen her headache.

Tanner replied, his voice as silky smooth and soothing as always, "A banana, ginseng, and pear smoothie, and some toast and egg-OH MY, CEREA YOUR CLOTHES!" He yelled as he turned to see Cerea's nude breasts before his face.

"Shhh," Cerea hushed, one hand on her head and a finger on her lips, "not so loud, please." She bit her lip and blushed, but stopped herself from covering her breasts. She wasn't even really sure why. "My…my nipples…th-they're…too sensitive to put anything on at the moment…and I…perhaps this is still the alcohol speaking, but…I like having you appreciate them…" Cerea couldn't believe her own words. Had the impish Miia in her head not been cackling with glee, she would have thrown herself out a window.

Tanner's face had become a nearly unhealthy shade of red as he attempted to avert his eyes from Cerea's erect pink nipples almost exactly at his eye level. "If…if that is…what you wish. I shall…refrain from staring. But I…I do beg your forgiveness should I fail to stop myself…"

Cerea matched Tanner's blush and smiled. "There would be nothing to forgive. You've seen them already, so stare as you wish."

Tanner made a small squeak as his eyes very slowly trailed back down to Cerea's breasts, before he then spun back around. "I-I'll just finished breakfast, and, and hopefully, uh, your chest will feel better by then."

Cerea chuckled. She finally understood why Miia enjoyed making Master so flustered; it was positively adorable. Another devious idea popped into Cerea's addled mind, and she didn't even think before leaning forward. Letting most of the weight of her chest land on Tanner's shoulders, she wrapped her arms in front of his neck and hugged his head between her breasts, letting her chin rest on top of his head. She took a slow and calming breath in through her nose, reveling in Tanner's scent, even as she felt him tense underneath of her. Cerea certainly did appreciate all the time Tanner must take to keep his luscious curls looking and smelling immaculate. "I…love you, Tanner…" Cerea couldn't stop herself before the words slipped out on her exhale.

Tanner seemed to ease as the words hit his ears, and even with Cerea's massive mammary masses cupping his face, his heart simply fluttered as he replied, "I love you too, my lady Cerea."