Commission: Stop, Rewind, Regrow - Preview 4

I slipped preview three, it was short and just character development stuff I needed to confirm with the client. Preview four though is fun, teasing, and gives a bit of peek into Matty and the Menagerie.

"After a dozen failed attempts with the belt Matty was beginning to lose faith in it. It seemed no matter what she tried, no matter how she played her cards she was the one who ended up wearing it; or worse, the doctor became disinterested and was ready to walk. Losing a customer’s interest was the clearest sign she was off track.
This was Lessien, why did the disguised vulpine think something so simple would work? She saw hyper hourglassed girls on the daily, and herself had a cowgirl form that made her curvier than that belt could on it’s own. Of course she wouldn’t be interested.
Mulling over her options the witchy woman paced through her little private collection. Maybe trying to appeal to the doctor’s interests was the wrong way to go about it? After all, the whole of their last little date had been about tempting each other. More of the same, a bore. Perhaps she should dip into that “marvelous malfeasance” of hers and force her own favorites on the dark haired beauty?
A wicked grin crossed her lips, and she couldn’t help but drum her fingers together malevolently. There had been a jack of all her favorite trades she'd been elated to initially find, and Lessien would be a perfect subject to use it with. She was mentally settled, reaching for a high shelf where she kept an ornate, slender pitcher. It was nary more than a hand tall, and as she scented the sweet cream within a naughty tint took her cheeks.
“Perfect,” she purred to herself. A parallel to their initial encounter it would be an excellent karmic reversal of the situation.
She had used more time this go around, so quickly the excited vulpine collected up what she would need; a fine china teapot, a pair up cups with saucers, a deep sugar dish, an assortment of teabags, honey, milk, all placed meticulously on a polished silver tray. Last but not least was the hot water, which took her a minute to prepare, but once the kettle was ready she was carrying it all out with a cheery little smile on her scarlet lips.
Lessien was waiting by the time she arrived. “I was wondering where you disappeared off to,” the dark haired woman teased, one arm curled under his bust as she idly juggled the orb she'd been handed in the other.
“Sorry,” Matty chirped with a cheery little grin, jumping back to her little railroad of events. “So, what did you think?”
The dark haired beauty let out a sigh, turning the orb in her fingers. “It was going so well,” she mused, blue eyes watching the scene of the oversized blonde carrying her little futa lover home for more play. “I mean I guess it's a little hypocritical for me to say, considering what I do, but even with the longer term stuff I try to leave my targets satisfied with the results.”
The witchy trickster didn’t interrupt her, instead setting the tea set down on a small table and setting things up while she waited for the doctor to finish.
"Like, I know the whole ‘be careful what you wish for' shtick is your thing. What I don't understand is why you always have to leave them in this final state. I won't deny the results are a sight to behold, but…” when she saw that the redhead was barely listening her curiosity got the better of her. “What are you doing, practicing to be a maid?” she wondered aloud as she watched the girl arranging cups.
With a giggle the golden eyed vixen dipped low, teasing the idea of a maid giving her mistress a nice up view of her skirt as she gave the scientist an eyeful of her plump rear. “No, but I'd definitely rock the dress,” her mouth curled into a coy smirk, as she stepped around the table with heavy clacks of her heels that echoed around the large room. “I was wondering if maybe you'd like some tea?” the disguised vulpine offered innocently.
That caught the lab coat wearing woman off guard. “I thought you said this place takes care of that stuff, that you don’t get thirsty,” she pointed out, walking over cautiously.
“Plenty of people eat when they’re full,” Matty pointed out, pouring the steaming hot water into the fancy little teapot. “Zyanya still drinks coffee and eats suckers while she’s here, Kasumi takes long baths to de-stress. You can do things for the simple sake of enjoying them. After all,” she puffed out her chest, mocking Lessien’s massive bust as she mimicked the woman’s tone, “’eating is a fun, pleasurable experience'.”
Even though the witch was making some fun of her, the buxom woman couldn’t help a small laugh. “It is,” she stuck by her statement, coming to sit across the small table from her friend and crossing her legs to get comfortable. “Tea sounds lovely, what types do you have to pick from?”
“A small gambit,” the witchy woman replied, spreading her pre-made tea bags with her fingertips. “There’s green, white, black, oolong, chai, and my personal favorite, matcha,” you could tell just from her face that were her tails out they'd be dancing about excitedly.
The excitement was infectious, making Lessien's little laugh break into a more pure hearty one. “Well, you are the host,” she offered with a small dip that gave a teasing look down her top. “Who would I be picking anything but your favorite?”
With a giddy little wiggle the disguised vulpine drew up two of the little bags, filled with a soft, green powder, and popped them into the pot to steep. “An excellent choice,” she cooed, moving to lean on her elbows while she waited.
Despite having practically filled the air with chatter before, Matty was taking the time to simply admire her guest. Her golden eyes drifted over the curvy woman’s form, undressing her and realizing that she had never actually seen the doctor naked. The closest she'd gotten was being less than a foot tall and riding along in the cowed up woman’s cleavage; which, while nice, when measured against her distinctly remembering losing a dress she rather liked, there was a discrepancy in what they'd seen of one another. If anything though, it added a bit of mystery and excitement to it.
Just relaxing as she was, the dark haired woman was breathtaking. Raven locks poured over her shoulders, clipped out of her face by that iconic red pin to let you take in those jewel like blue eyes, and the confident way she smiled. Her bust was a prominent feature, bigger than the redhead’s by a good number of sizes, and definitely deserving of attention, but it was not the only one that contributed to her beauty. Her pale skin was flawless, you could follow the inward curve from her ample bust to modest hips. Dressed in a lab coat and casual slacks tucked into boots she was one of the most radiant people Matty had the pleasure of taking in. It was almost a shame for the greedy girl to be trying to alter such perfection. Almost.
“’See something you like'?” the scientist teased, mimicking the vulpine as she had done her earlier.
“Maybe,” the coy witch replied, poking her tongue out between her painted lips as they curled into a naughty little grin.
She took a moment to check the pot, warm steam wafting out to coat her face in a soft glow. “Seems ready,” the excited Madam cooed, looking into the opaque green tea. “So how do you normally take your tea Lessien? Matcha is very rich, fairly sweet,” she recited it less like a tea enthusiast, and more like she was repeating someone she heard say something about it once. The illusion of knowing what she was talking about.
“Fairly sweet you say?” the doctor tapped her chin, clearly seeing through the ruse. “Well then if that’s the case I'll take some milk and a sugar.”
With delicate hands the witchy woman poured her guest’s cup. She was slow and deliberate with her actions, carefully holding the lid as she watched it pour right up to an imaginary line. Then, in spite of Lessien’s request, she took up the cream.
She had never declared which of the two containers was milk, and which was cream, and luckily the sneaky fox liked both in equal measure. She could simply take the opposite and her victim would be none the wiser. Until the first sip, but that’s all it would need for an explosive effect.
With just as much delicacy she poured in the tainted cream, turning the surface of the matcha into a swirling mix of green and white. The final touch was a single sugar cube, dropped in without a splash by a pair of red painted fingers. “Your tea,” Matty offered with a cute little smile.
Drawing up a small stirring spoon the dark haired woman set about mixing her drink. “Why thank you,” she offered back politely as the redhead went about preparing her own.
The same tender meticulousness was present in her motions, but the drink she was crafting would have had any proper tea drinker turn up their nose in disgust. She filled her cup just shy of half way, and filled the rest with milk. The rich green turned pale, barely able to overcome the creamy liquid dominating its vessel. The witch then plucked up a fistful of cubes, dropping them one at a time into the ruined drink until she counted out four.
“Some tea with your slurry?” the doctor commented, wondering if perhaps the “rich sweetness” her friend described might simply be her own tendency to overdo it.
Her slender fingers picked up her teaspoon, mixing the sludge together. Across the table you could hear the grainy sound of all that sugar moving about the cup, making the dark haired woman visibly flinch. “I have a bit of a sweet tooth,” the disguised vulpine stated matter of factly.
That was an understatement. “I’m surprised you have any teeth,” Lessien mused, watching Matty take her first sip, leaving a quaint little red lipstick mark on the side of her cup. “Is this how you always eat, or ate I guess would be more accurate?”
It was foreign to her to have someone pressing her for life details. Normally things were the other way around, with the witch being the one asking questions to solidify her upper hand. So naturally she had to pause to think about it, and in those pauses her deceptions were thinnest, leading her to give honest answers from the heart.
“Pretty much,” the redhead tried to shrug it off, taking another gingerly sip of her oversweet beverage. “I’ve had to fend for myself for-“ using time as a form of measurement, when she had been in the timeless Menagerie for an indeterminate amount of time, was a bad idea she realized. The best she could do was wave it off and try to correct the statement. “Since I was like, twelve.”
“And how old are you now?” the dark haired woman inquired further, resting her chin against her hand.
Matty replied with a sly smirk. “Don’t you know it's rude to ask a woman her age?”
“Hard to tell if you’re a woman or just a girl sometimes,” Lessien teased in reply.
The vulpine was obviously ruffled, straightening up and shifting in her seat. “I was twenty four when I first walked into the Menagerie,” she answered, idly running her finger of the lip of her cup. “My timeline has been stopped since then, so I'm still twenty four,” her golden eyes drifted to her guest's untouched cup. “Are you going to drink your tea?” she asked, raising a brow as she took a third deep sip of her hot sugar slurry and set it down to let her fingers cool off.
“I like to wait until it’s cooled a little,” the scientist answered, swapping her crossed legs around. “So that means you've been taking care of yourself for twelve years, not including however long you’ve spent in this time prison. No wonder you’re so underweight.”
The witchy girl bristled up defensively. “I’m not underweight, just look at these,” she pouted, showing off her bountiful bust with a bounce.
And look the doctor did, it didn’t change the facts however. “It’s most noticeable in your fake hands, your fingers are too slim. I assumed it might be part of the illusion, but with recent discoveries, well…”
The disguised vulpine couldn’t help looking at her hands, and in particular her scarlet tipped fingers looking for this imperfection.
“Remind me to bring some real food with me for you next time. You're a new friend, I need to take care of you before you rust your taste buds,” Lessien muttered with a nod to herself.
The redhead scoffed in her attempts to stifling a laugh. She really thought there would be a “next time” once the witch had managed her perfect payback. “We’ll see,” she chuckled, drawing up her teacup and taking a sip.
Immediately she knew something was off. Her tea tasted wrong, not sweet enough, not creamy enough. Looking down into it Matty saw the vivid green colour of the matcha, showing back her startled expression. Once more a sense of betrayal overwhelmed her a she looked up at the dark haired trickster, currently holding up her host's lipstick stained cup to take an experimental sip.
She couldn’t help wince. “Oh god, far too much sugar,” she shook her head to try and get the sickly taste out of her mouth before smiling and turning to the shocked witch. “The milk is nice though.”" - "Stop, Rewind, Regrow" by Madam Materia