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The warmth of the water enveloping Centorea's weary body was like the kiss of liquid heaven. It worked its way into her fur, into all the nooks and crannies of her figure, as no other lover could, until it covered her in her entirety. She sighed long and loud. Bath time was becoming the best part of her day. And the worst. Whenever she sat naked in the water she'd feel that familiar rush, an uncomfortable urge fingering at the strings of her mind.

She should have been alone, allowed to enjoy her privacy. But there was another with her. He always was. No matter where she went she'd feel the warmth of his presence. She'd picture his face and imagine the reassuring sound of his voice. She'd feel his hands running through her long golden hair, over her fair white skin, meandering around her sizable bust, which was large even among others of her kind. Then he'd move on to the equine half of her centaur body, letting his fingers flow through her chestnut fur, brush her flanks, playfully run down her lengthy spine, rub circles over her large rump cheeks... and caress the sweet spot between her thighs...

"Centorea, can I come in?"

"M-M-M-Miia? Wait! Hold on!"

"What are you saying? It's okay, we're both girls, right?"

Before Centorea could utter another word of dispute the bathroom door had flung open and a near naked Miia was slithering over to the bathtub. There was no doubt it was big enough to hold the both of them but the activities she had and mind (and had begun to indulge in) were more suited to a performance without spectators.

Miia easily climbed into the tub, clutching the towel that covered her ample breasts... and the other embarrassing parts that could be found when deviant eyes ventured lower. Not that Centorea was looking there on purpose. 'Of course not,' she told herself. It just caught her eye. That was all. But for all her denial she couldn't help but gaze at the girls alluring form whenever she found herself around her. She looked a thousand times more entrancing as she eased into the water, flinching at its heat at first, before sinking into its pleasant embrace. She watched the rest of her lengthy tail slip effortlessly over the rim of the tub into liquid heaven, foot for enamoring foot, until the ruby red of its shimmering scales was completely submerged.

"Ahhhh!" Miia sighed, her sweet voice ringing in Centorea's ears. "God, there's nothing that beats a good bath! The heat always recharges me like nothing else can!"

"I know what you mean," Centorea giggled. "One doesn't need to be a lamia to enjoy it, though I imagine it probably feels a hundred times better for you, what with you being cold blooded and all."

Miia grinned back at her. For some unearthly reason Centorea could feel those tingles between her thighs again. The lamia shimmied out of her towel, not the slightest bit bothered to reveal her gorgeous figure to another woman, and tossed it over the bath railing. She raised her arms high to stretch the tension out of her weary muscles, putting that sleek figure on full display.

Centorea didn't want to stare, but how could she not? Every inch of Miia's body was a delight to look upon. From her silky cherry hair wrapped up in loose bun, to her bright amber eyes, to the soft satisfied smile on her rich pink lips, made all the more alluring by the fangs that would peek out from behind them when she laughed. Her slender body flowed so wonderfully into the base of her tail it was small wonder that lamias were so highly praised for their beauty by men of the world.

Centorea's gaze crept lower now, finding itself glued to the pretty pink circles that were her areola, their shade about as subtle as a strawberry's and their nipples delectable enough to have her licking her lips. Even the delicate curve of her navel had something to add, hiding as it was in her flat stomach. Her eyes rolled over those tempting hips, a flawless example of a lamia's greatest weapon in all of its lascivious glory. They were wide, well-rounded and perfect for the seductive belly dances that her species had become known for. Centorea could almost picture Miia draped in a scandalous garment of dangerously thin lace that would loosely fall over her figure, just barely covering her naughtiest parts, her arms flowing in the hypnotic motion of the dance, her tail swaying through the air as smoothly as silk, her hips shivering to stir her pelvic jewelry into a rattle that would signal out her evocative message, 'Lie with me if you think you can handle me, take the challenge if you dare!' It was easy to see why Miia valued those hips as her best feature. And then she realized all she had to do was go a little lower. She'd see that part of her, the part that had her giddy just thinking about it! Just a little bit lower. Just a little bit... lower...

"Geez, Centorea! What are you staring at me like that for?"

"W-W-What? I-I'm not staring at all!"

"Yeah, sure! Then why's your face all red like that, huh?"

Centorea's mind scrambled to think of an excuse, an emergency escape, anything. "Its...its just the bath water. The heat is responsible! Yes, that it! The heat!"

"Relax!" Miia laughed. "I'm just joking! We're both girls, right? There's nothing I have that you haven't seen before!"

"Well... that's not exactly true," she half whispered.

"What was that?"

"N-N-N-N-Nothing!" Centorea fumbled. She felt like an imbecile. She had no idea why she was getting so flustered around Miia but she knew it had to stop. She sank lower into the tub, subconsciously trying to hide her shame beneath the water.

"Hey, Centorea? You ever feel like you could stay in this bath forever?" Miia asked, leaning back on the wall of the bath with her arms relaxed on the railing.

"All the time," Centorea answered. "Who wouldn't? It's the one part of the house that's always perfectly silent. Well, most of the time anyway. I don't think I've ever heard anybody complain about reclining in the water and letting the day wash over them."

"Yeah, yeah! That's the stuff! That's exactly how I feel! When the heat soaks into my body I can't help but get lost in it, you know?"

"But I suppose what makes a bath so great is the fact that you can't be in all day. You wouldn't have any troubles to get away from if you did."

"That's true too, isn't it?" she chuckled. "In that case I guess all the stuff we have to endure out there is kind of worth it in the end, at least if it means we get to enjoy something that feels this amazing. There's nothing that beats it! I'd bet it's even better than sex!"

"Miia!"

"What?" She giggled. "I'm just messing around! You really need to lighten up, Centorea!"

"It's more likely that you need to cleanse the impurities swimming about in that brain of yours."

"Impurities? You make it sound so evil! Everybody has a dirty thought or two every now and then."

"Considering its you, I think a number as low as two is a tad optimistic."

"Oh, come on! It's not as if you don't think about stuff like that too! We're not children. There's nothing wrong with it."

"You think chastity makes one childish?"

"You think being stuck up makes you pure?"

The bathroom suddenly became a void of silence. It was so quiet the sound of the smallest drop of water hitting the bath would ring out like a megaphone. Not even the liquid's gentle ripples spreading throughout the massive tub would break to echo out a demure splash.

"I'm sorry," both of them said at once. They looked up at each other and smiled.

"Forgive me," Centorea continued. "It was not my intention to start an argument. We're supposed to be in the most comfortable place in the world and I went ahead ruined it."

"No, no! It's my fault. I get so stupidly competitive about being right sometimes. I agree, this is supposed to be our place of relaxation. I won't argue about something so silly again."

Centorea felt guilt come over her. Miia was hardly wrong. Far from it. Everything she had said, even in jest, was true. How could she expect to lecture others on their inappropriate behavior when she couldn't even reign herself in?

"You were right, Miia."

"Huh?"

"Everything you said... you're right. I'm just like you. No, I'm much worse. You manage to accept it and make light of it. All I do is suppress it and it drives me insane!"

Miia regarded her for but a second, one that felt awkwardly long nonetheless. She waded towards her and spread her arms to wrap her into a warm hug.

"Miia! What are you doing? We're...We're..."

"Poor girl. You've been suffering too, haven't you?"

"Suffering?"

Miia pulled her closer and tightened her hug. Centorea was suddenly extremely conscious of their breasts squeezing together. The baby softness of Miia's skin was like nothing she'd ever felt before and she could feel the lamia's nipples lightly caressing her own.

"I don't like admitting that I have rivals for Darling's love... but for me to just forget that you guys are people with your own desires is really stupid."

"Miia, what are you trying to say?"

Miia loosened her from her hug, holding her by her shoulders now, their faces mere inches apart. The tightness in Centorea's chest was almost suffocating. She could feel the blush scorching her cheeks.

"You think about Darling a lot too, don't you? You know, in that way."

Every part of Centorea screamed for her to run away and pretend this conversation had never happened. But that was what she always did. She was trying to apologize to Miia, to let her know that she was wrong. She was no coward. She'd bear the embarrassment, even if it killed her. She was at fault and she'd be damned if she would tuck tail and scamper off without letting Miia know it.

"You... you're right, Miia. I do." She noticeably trembled as the words passed her lips. It felt so wrong to say out loud. Her stomach churned at the thought.

"There's no need to be ashamed. Darling knows how to be handsome when he wants to be. It's perfectly natural to think about the one you love that way. But..." She could feel Miia's eyes inspecting her body, lingering on the features of her figure, even going so far as to look behind her human half to stare at the horse that made up the rest of her.

"What's wrong?" Centorea asked, her voice cracking anxiously. "What are you looking at?"

"Centorea... how do you... you know..."

"How do I what?"

"How do you... do your thing?"

"My thing?"

"You know... Oh, come on, you know what I mean!" The most girlish smile suddenly appeared on Miia's face. Even she seemed flustered now.

"I'm afraid I don't."

"How do you... play with yourself?"

"Play with myself?"

"Yeah! How do you... relieve yourself?"

Centorea was horrified. "Are you asking me how I use the bathroom?"

"No, no! Oh, dammit! How do you masturbate?"

As if a cog in her mind's machine had suddenly stopped turning, Centorea froze up, motionless, speechless. Slowly the question played back her mind, over and over, like a broken record. For a long moment her brain denied the inevitable connection it had to make until finally she could deny it no longer. At last it all clicked... and a blazing fire shot through her veins. Adrenaline and arousal soured through every cell in her being. This was ridiculous! Admitting she had dirty fantasies was one thing. Divulging the most secret of her secrets was another altogether.

"I-I-I don't want to say."

"Oh, come on! It can't be easy for you. There's no way your arms can reach all the way back there, no matter what you tried. Maybe the reason you're having all this trouble is because you can't service yourself."

"Service myself? I'm not a-"

"Yeah, yeah! I get it. Bad phrasing. But you get what I mean. If I was frustrated because I couldn't rub one out every now and again, I'd be pretty uptight too."

"I have no trouble alleviating myself, thank you very much!"

"Oh, so you do have a way! Won't you tell me? I'm really curious now!"

"Absolutely not!"

"What? Why not? There's no need to-"

Centorea's shrill cry suddenly pierced the entire household. She covered her mouth, realizing how loud her moan had been. She looked down to find that in the heat of the moment Miia had accidently grabbed one of her breasts. 'No wonder,' she thought to herself. Miia always got handsy when she was excited.

"Woah," Miia gasped, staring at how erect Centorea's nipples had become. "Centorea, you're..." She gave her breasts another squeeze. It was much softer than last time but was still more than enough to have Centorea squealing again.

"Centorea, are you okay in there?" she heard her Master calling through the bathroom door. "I heard shouting."

"It's nothing, Darling!" Miia cried before she could respond. "Me and Centorea were just having a little fun!"

"Oh, okay then!" He answered. "Well, don't make too much of a commotion then. And try not to break anything!"

"You worry too much!" she shouted back.

'Well, that was to be expected,' Centorea thought to herself. As shocking as her outcry might have been, it was relatively nothing compared to the chaos that ravaged their household on a daily basis. They heard his footsteps receding away from the door and Miia turned back to her with a grin so fiendish it looked misplaced on her pretty little lips. She gave her breasts a few more squeezes, giggling at the whimpers and moans she got in response.

"So this is your weak point huh? Tell me, Centorea..." she whispered, bringing their faces closer with every word, "when you're all alone in your room in the middle of the night... thinking about Darling taking off his clothes... and then taking off your own... when you think about him kissing you... and touching these big, soft boobs... telling you that he loves no one more than he loves you... and holding your body tight as he slips into you...how do you relieve that need you feel? Centorea... how do you masturbate?"

She was so close now. Too close.Their lips were just barely apart. Those big amber eyes stared deep into her crystal blue ones and she could smell the sweet chocolate Miia had snacked on after dinner.

"I don't want to say it out loud."

"Whaaat waaas thaaat?" Miia hummed as she pinched Centorea's nipple. The rush of electricity that jolted though her chest was like a sadistic whip spanking her brain until her pain melted into pleasure. Just as she was about to cry out again, Miia sealed her lips with her own. Still she moaned, but her lover did as well, turning her outburst into a pleasured chorus between the two of them. The kiss was glorious, though she hated to admit it. Miia's long, agile tongue snaked its way into her mouth, dexterously coiling itself around hers to powerfully suckle on it. All of her senses fired like crazy but she could only barely catch all the sensations flooding her mind. Miia's soft skin, her hardening nipples pushing against her breasts, her silky hair unraveling from the bun to tickle her face, and the strong taste of cocoa coating her serpentine tongue, it all became an overwhelming force that had her heart hammering and her body trembling.

Miia parted from her suddenly leaving nothing but the length of her tongue to bridge the gap between their mouths. She chose to unwrap it from hers slowly, allowing its moist musculature to caress hers, wreaking havoc on any inhibitions that had managed to remain intact. Centorea watched the long fleshy licker take its time retracting back into her mouth. Miia pouted as its tip slipped inside before giving her lips a satisfied lick.

"Next time I won't stop you," she teased. She groped both of Centorea's tits and let her fingers sink into their heavenly plumpness. "You get what I'm saying? I'll squeeze these things so hard you'll bring the house down!"

"Fine!" Centorea conceded at last. "Fine! I'll tell you. Just...don't laugh."

"Of course not! Of course not!" She yipped. Excited sparkles danced in her eyes.

Centorea sighed heavily, knowing full well how shameful what she was about to do was. "I don't... touch myself down there. I couldn't even if I wanted to. Instead I... I do what you're doing to me right now."

Miia's face descended from glee to distress. She studied her hands cupping Centorea's boisterous rack, hardly taking note of the unbelievable pleasure she was causing the centaur or the lusty moans she was trying so desperately to stifle. "Really? You just play with your tits? That's the saddest thing I've ever heard! Not to knock your tits, or anything. Don't get me wrong, they're really amazing! They make me pretty jealous, in fact. But you can't tell me you get satisfied with just that."

"Please! No more touching!" Centorea cried at last, grabbing Miia's hands to stop them. "They're really sensitive! Fondling them is more than enough for me."

"I've never once gotten off from just my tits, Centorea."

"Well I have plenty of times so stop using them as your play thing!"

Miia seemed satisfied. "I see," she said, cupping the impressive mounds more gently now. She fondled them about, paying careful attention to Centorea's reactions this time. "So it really feels that good to you, does it? Then they're kinda like my tail, aren't they." Her face twisted as if she had just realized she had done something terrible. "I'm sorry for being so careless! If someone was grabbing my tail like that I'd probably lose it too."

"As long as you understand your mistake... I suppose its fine." Centorea was a little shocked that Miia understood so quickly. Usually she was thick headed and difficult to communicate with in times like these. Then again, if any species could relate to a centaur's heightened sensitivity it would surely be the lamias, even if the actual anatomy was very different.

"So you've never had an orgasm down there yet, have you?" There was genuine concern on Miia's face. "Then...would you like to feel one? A real one, I mean? If you want I can... help you out."

Centorea barely had time to process what was said before she felt something large and slick rubbing against her flanks. She knew that sensation anywhere. It was the tickle of Miia's surprisingly smooth scales inching across her fur.

She understood.

She raised her body onto her knees and felt the thick tail envelope her. It sensually wrapped its coils around her large horse body, snaking its way around her figure and between her legs until the animalistic parts of themselves were completely enveloped in one another. Miia pulled her human half closer to hers so that their bodies met again and drew her into a long, succulent kiss. Centorea wrapped her arms around her and parted her lips to let the probing tongue in again. She knew this wasn't like her. She knew her chivalrous ancestors would shun such depravity. But Miia was soft. Miia was warm. Miia could relieve her of the fireworks crackling inside her, exciting intimate areas that were forever out of her reach.

Her lamia lover was in a league all her own. She ran one hand through Centorea's golden blonde hair and expertly massaged her breast with the other. As their lips delicately merged she allowed Centorea to probe her now, curling her tongue within her mouth to form the perfect home of moist softness for her to explore. Centorea let her palms travel down Miia's back to the subtle rise of her curvaceous ass. She went lower still, meeting those scales now slickened with the bath water to form a unique sticky feeling, as if her hands were glued to her body. Elsewhere, Miia grabbed a bottle of shampoo with her tail and poured it out over their bodies. She shuffled the coils of her serpentine body over her lover's equine features to work a foamy lather into her silky brown fur. Centorea's blonde tail jerked whenever Miia's soap covered scales caressed a hidden sweet spot, uncovering erogenous zones she never even knew she had. It was pure heaven to feel so wrapped up in another.

"Why are you so good at this, Miia?" Centorea moaned. Her breaths quickened and the sparkle that had plagued her lower regions was spreading through her body like wildfire. "You seem awfully practiced!"

"I'll take that compliment," Miia replied. She looked a little flustered herself, her wet breasts slipping over and between Centorea's with their rise and fall, with a ripe redness spreading over her cheeks. "I've been practicing with my body pillow a lot recently. Don't tell Darling, but I thought it would be good to lean to control myself a little better when I hugged him. I always get a little caught up in myself and end up hurting him. He shouldn't have to fear for his safety when I want to get comfortable with him."

"You're a little more considerate than I thought," Centorea smiled. "I'm a little proud of you."

"Geez, Centorea. You're just like a mother, aren't you?" Miia squeezed Centorea's bosom together and buried her face in it, latching her lips to both nipples. A surge of pleasure shot through her as she felt Miia's practiced tongue twirling around them, nursing her relentlessly. A strange sensation gathered at tips of the erect buds and cocktail of embarrassment and ecstasy flooded her mind like torrent of a bursting dam. It drew closer. Her nipples became sizzling little live wires. The heat was intense. She saw Miia's face turn shocked through her teary blue eyes, saw the little drops of white nectar beading on the corners of her lips. But Miia didn't stop. Not even for a second. More and more of her lactation flowed into her lamia's mouth and she drank it up without hesitation, suckling her like a hungry newborn.

At last Miia parted from her, panting as she wiped away the freshly squeezed milk that had dribbled down her chin. "Centorea! You sexy little centaur! Here I am joking about mothers and you actually start giving me milk! You startled me, you know!"

"S-Sorry," she whimpered. "I should have told you but... I didn't want you stop."

"Naughty girl!" Miia teased, beaming as she lapped the last drops of sweet milk off of her fingers.

Centorea felt the tip of Miia's tail curling around one of her legs, creeping its way to her wanting sex. Whenever it burned for release this badly, she'd consider rubbing it against a table edge or bed post before shaking herself back to her senses. She was hardly proud of the idea but she'd do anything for relief. But perhaps, if she was lucky, she wouldn't need to. She pictured that tail, that long, muscular, flexible tail wriggling right in front of the winking teardrop that was her slit, poised and ready to delve within. And how badly she wanted to feel it inside her! She clutched Miia tighter as her imagination got the better of her.

Centorea knew Miia could read her desires like a book. She felt that delicate tip poke and prod her labia and gasped as the coils that had wrapped around her sizable rump cheeks tightened and relaxed, tightened and relaxed, over and over to grope her equine backside. She smirked naughtily. There wasn't a human alive who could fully cup her ass. Not like Miia could. Perhaps laying with an extraspecies girl wasn't such a bad idea after all.

"Do you want me?" Miia rose to whisper into her ear. They were long and furry but that didn't stop her from lapping at them all the same. She nibbled the sensitive erogenous zone to coax an answer out of her.

"I do," Centorea whispered back.

"Where do you want me, girl?"

"Over here," she replied, slipping her fingers down Miia's taut stomach, gently caressing her navel and settling on the trimmed bush of fine red hair that grew on her mound. She edged a finger over the length of her slit and lightly stroked her clit, making her sexy lamia jump suddenly." Right here!"

The pressure of Miia's tail tip suddenly squeezing her own large, swollen clit had fire charging up Centorea's spine. "Here?" Miia teased. She laughed girlishly and pressed harder to hear more of her partner's blissful sighs. "I bet even if we weren't in this bath, you'd still be soaking wet. I can feel it twitching! Do you want me that badly?"

"Don't tease me, Miia! Just... do it! Hurry!"

"Maybe I'll do it...then again, maybe I won't!"

Centorea had had enough. She pushed her fingers into the cleft between Miia's lower lips and eased herself into her inner softness. Bath water splashed about as Miia jerked, the penetration overwhelming her, consuming her, becoming her. Though she bucked and writhed and tightly squeezed Centorea's arm she did nothing to stop the invasion, letting her fully bury herself to the knuckle.

"Who's the wet one now, huh? Now you know how it feels!"

Miia clenched her jaws as she succumbed to the fingers darting in and out of her pussy. Her squeals were pure delight, music to Centorea's ears. She felt the lamia tightening her coils again, and her tail, which hovered near her rear, began to rub its length over her moistened pussy. Slowly the smooth, subtle bumps of her underbelly ran across her vulva. The tail tip aligned itself with her entrance and gently pushed itself forward, inward, parting her fleshy folds to delve into sweet nirvana.

The both of them cried out, gasping, holding each other tightly as orgasm neared. Sensitive tail and pussy writhed alike and Miia pushed herself deeper, wriggling her appendage as Centorea's walls contracted around her.

"God you're tight!" she cried, trembling.

"And you....you're so big!"

And big Miia most definitely was. The more of her tail she slipped into Centorea, the thicker it got, spreading out her equine pussy far better than a cock ever could. The tail twisted about in her scalding hot depths as Miia thrust it in and out of her, stimulating every inch of her folds just as her muscular walls convulsed to massage the appendage in return. Centorea felt full but strangely satisfied, as if she was reclaiming something that had been missing for all her life. And, God, the wet tune of the rapid pounding was a mesmerizing suite if she'd ever heard one! Still, Miia delved deeper. She wouldn't stop, not until she had reached her very core, tickling her cushiony cervix with her dexterous tip, prodding its tiny orifice and worming its way inside.

"Don't! If you go in there I'll..."

"It's even tighter here! This is crazy! Oh, God! Centorea! Cerea! I'm... I'm cumming!"

Every synapse in Centorea's virgin body fired away as Miia thrust herself into her womb. Orgasms roared to the surface, ravaging their minds before smashing them to pieces. The explosive vaginal climax, her very first, devoured her body, tensing muscles within her she never even knew existed, matched only by the sensations sizzling in Miia's sensitive tip. She felt Miia's pussy tightly clench her fingers just as she convulsed around the lamia's tail. They pulsed in each other's arms, with neither daring to let go of the other.

She was awestruck. She felt like she understood why Miia was so upset. To deny this pleasure, this paradise, to anyone was surely the gravest crime one could commit.

XXXXXX

"You know, your ass really is huge!" Miia teased as she worked the bubbly shampoo into Centorea's rear with her scrubbing brush.

"What's this? Are you jealous, perhaps?" Centorea chuckled.

"Maaaaybe. I catch Darling staring at it all the time."

"You're not serious!"

"Oh, but I am! He gets all giddy when you flick your tail around, following it like a pocket watch on a chain. Sometimes he gets so distracted by it I'd wonder if you had actually hypnotized him with it! And here I thought if anybody's tail was going to win him over it would be mine!"

"Ha! It's good to know I get anything positive out this big body at all. You'd be more than happy with that slim figure of yours the moment you see me struggling to get through a door."

"Says the girl with all that power behind her. A bigger body means a stronger body. It sucks to admit it, but you've definitely got me beat if we were ever in a sticky situation where he needed some protection. Have some confidence in yourself!"

Centorea smiled. It was rare to hear so much praise from any of the other girls in the house, least of all Miia. Sometimes they were so busy being rivals that they forgot they had become friends as well.

The spastic contractions in their bodies had subsided but their afterglows were still in full effect. Centorea hadn't quite managed to shake of her newfound interest in Miia's body. She wanted to touch and admire it just a little longer so she had devised the scheme to offer her assistance in bathing. She fully expected rejection. It was strange for two grown women to wash each other, after all. But, to her surprise, Miia agreed with the condition that she'd get to do the same and though hesitant at first, she allowed her the privilege. Miia grasped how huge that was for her. A proud member of the centaur race would never allow someone to touch them so intimately, not unless they meant a great deal. A satisfied grin crept onto Centorea's face. She felt dirty, immoral even, but was overcome with bliss. A sense of womanhood grew within her and she felt uniquely appreciated. It was good to share such a close moment with someone, even if her lover was another girl.

"It probably doesn't hurt that it looks so sexy either!" Miia gave Centorea's tail a tug, making her whinny in surprise. She flicked water in her face in response and their playful giggles echoed between the bathroom walls, out of the windows and into the night.

"All jokes aside," she said trying to retain some sensibility, "You've surprised me, Miia. This type of thing... it's not exactly normal, is it?"

"Who cares?" Miia answered, smacking her rump with the brush. She squealed like a mouse and the both of them laughed out loud. Miia slithered back to Centorea's human half to gift her with a sweet peck on the cheek. "Living in this house is stressful. Anyone would get exhausted after a while. So I'll tell you what. None of what happened here tonight leaves this room. The minute we go back out there everything goes back to the way it was."

Centorea's heart sank. She loved her Master, that much was true, but her flirtation with Miia awoke something new in her. It felt almost shameful to let all of that dissipate into nothingness.

"But," Miia continued, reeling her heart back in, "when bath time comes around, it'll be just me and you, right here in this tub. You can tell me anything you can't say out there. You can touch me anyway you want that you can't out there. Any stress or frustration or unhappiness... Bring it all to me. And I'll do the same for you. We can kiss each other's troubles away."

Miia's smile was genuine, more real than any emotion Centorea had seen from her before. "Okay," she said, taking Miia's hand in her own. "That sounds lovely!" Her cheeks flared red again. She really needed to get over her embarrassment. "For the record, when you say anything... you do mean..."

"Absolutely anything!" Miia beamed. Centorea felt her scaly tail curling over her rump again, its tip flicking against a puckered hole it wasn't supposed to go anywhere near. "Including a little something to do with this spot here. I felt it twitching a whole lot earlier. Don't deny it! If you do... well, no fun for you!"

"You really are a lecher," Centorea giggled. Her voice went small and mousy and her eyes hesitated to meet Miia's. "But maybe... just maybe... I'll take you up on that offer."

Authors note

Whew! There goes my first true monstergirl story! I've wanted to write one of these for so long but I've held off on it for all this time. I honestly couldn't give you a reason why. But monstergirls have always been a fetish of mine, and at last the urge became irresistible. This was a lot more entertaining to write than I thought it would be! Hopefully it was as entertaining to read. With the horde of cute girls in this franchise I'd be spoilt for choice if I chose to write another one, which I'm definitely considering now that my first one is complete. What do you guys think? Are Centaurs the sexiest? Or are you Team Lamia all the way?