ROYAL REWARD: From Teyvat to Tits (Absorption, Body Part TF, Genshin)

Princess Yuri of Planet Yuri leapt from her saucer with a cry of delight, summoned a big, springy rafflesia to catch her, and, bouncing off it, shot high into the air. Landing on all fours, she stood and looked around, her eyebrows raised and her tail flexing curiously as she took in the city at the bottom of the mountain.

The guidebook had called it ‘Fountain’, which made sense because it was full of water. As the Bakeneko’s foremost gardener, Yuri loved water–you couldn’t have plants without water! Unless they were Kazanic Lava Plants, in which case you couldn’t have them without lava. (Or succplants, which you couldn’t have without–)

Activating her ninja-field, she dropped back to all fours, tensed her legs, and casually leapt from mountaintop to city. Striking the middle of the shopping district like a meteor in a sundress, she brushed herself off and looked around, her head cocked and her tail twisting playfully. Fortunately, her ninjutsu-field kept anyone from noticing her. 

One thing she couldn’t help but notice as she skipped through the city, flowers springing from the cracks in the plaza where she stepped, was how well-endowed everyone in this place was. They were so well-endowed, actually, that it made her feel a little underdeveloped by comparison. Pouting, she cupped her petite bust and sighed. Well, there was certainly one way to solve that problem. 

No sooner had she started looking than a high-pitched voice threw its hook through her ears and tugged. It was coming from the other side of the shopping district, so she bent her legs and leapt there in another giant leap. Landing outside a little café, she found herself studying two women: one blonde and elaborately dressed, and the other…

“Nya?” The other woman had ears just like her. Creeping closer, Yuri took advantage of her ninja-field to sniff her–she even smelled a little like a Bakeneko. She couldn’t be though, could she…?

With a frown, Yuri stepped back and examined her afresh. Wait, no. This catgirl had two tails. Bakeneko typically only had one. And, as Princess Futanari had taught her, when they claimed to have two, they typically had one tail and something other.

Curiosity sated, she scratched her chin in thought. I suppose these two will do, nya~.

*

Biscuits crunched between bouts of friendly gossips. The kettles hissed. Cups clacked against their saucers. 

“And no matter how many hints I dropped, he simply refused to leave,” said Navia, picking up her own cup. “In the end, I had to kick him out by force. It rather spoiled my afternoon, frank–” 

Before she could finish her sentence, something like a wave of dough burst past her, blocking her sight. It happened so fast, she didn’t even have time to drop her teacup, let alone figure out what was happening: all she could think was that there’d been an accident at the bakery. Oh no, the dough has escaped! Quick, call the fire brigade! 

Thick, sticky tendrils of the stuff slammed into her, slapping her arms and making her squeal as they coiled around her. “Wh-what is–?!” On the other side of the table, Kirara cried out in similar terror as more of the awful things grabbed her: wrapping around her limbs, they wrenched her out of her seat and into the air. It wasn’t long before Navia followed her. 

Furious, she struggled against them, but it was like trying to fight a man made of mochi–the tendrils either absorbed the impact or warped and reformed, refusing to take any damage. Finally, some common sense asserted itself, and her eyes slipped from the tentacles around her to the source: to her shock, she found herself staring at a young, cat-eared woman in a sundress, flowers in her hair. The tendrils extended from behind her bodice and under the hem of her skirt, and to her horror, Navia realized they weren’t dough but flesh. She screamed, fighting even more furiously. “R-release me!” 

“H-help us!” cried Kirara, squirming even harder. 

“Sorry, nya,” said the catgirl, “but I nyeed to boost my curves a little.” 

“B-boost your curves?” Navia didn’t even understand what she was hearing. “Y-you can’t do this–? You–!” She’d intended to say that someone would come to save them, but as she looked out across the street, she realized no one had even taken notice. The other citizens of Fontaine were passing them by as if they were invisible. 

“Sorry,” repeated the catgirl with a shrug. “Nyow, in nyou go, nya.” She shook herself a little, as if shaking off the rain, and like rubber bands, her tentacles retracted. Squealing, Kirara slammed facefirst into the other catgirl’s breasts, face sinking into her cleavage as if it were a puddle of deep mud. 

Navia herself was whipped around and brought face-to-face with the catgirl’s pantyless butt. She had an instant to stare at it, her eyes widening in horror, before–

Schlup! 

*

Yuri shuddered, biting her lip and shivering in delight, as the blonde and the catgirl sank into her assets. Already they were in halfway, leaving their legs to kick in feeble protest, and with every inch farther in they slipped, the pleasure they brought her grew that bit greater. 

“Don’t worry, nya,” she said, massaging the other catgirl’s thighs. “Nyou’re going to have a lot of fun as part of my body, nya.” Giggling, she pushed down on the girl’s feet, and with a plop, she vanished, disappearing into her breasts. It took several seconds of rippling before they were still again. 

Now Yuri reached back and, twisting herself, grabbed the kicking legs sticking out of her butt. Pulling them back, she tickled their toes, which soon stopped their kicking and made them thrash instead. Finally, with a smirk, she pushed them into her as well, freeing her sundress’s skirt to fall back into place. 

For several seconds, her curves continued to jiggle with unearthly energy, as if something inside them were fighting to escape. Every few seconds, one would lurch sharply to the side, but soon enough their movement came to an end. Settling down, they swelled instead, inflating like four fat, fleshy balloons, till her sundress was stretched taut around them. 

Running her hands along them, Yuri giggled at how good it felt. She could tell her new assets were enjoying it as well, even if they weren’t quite ready to admit it yet. 

“Nyow,” she said, purring in delight, “let’s see what kind of fun we can have together…”