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"I still can't believe you, Nonoba." Arnar looked at the lalafell with an annoyed expression as they walked back towards Limsa. "We'll be lucky to get paid at all."
The lalafell girl at his side returned his glare, before giving an indigant sniff. "Those damned beasts deserved it, trying to eat me! Setting them all on fire was the least they deserved!" The pale skinned lala's massive tits bounced with every step she took, the wizard's robe she wore barely containing them. The staff on her back was topped by a blue gem that stood in stark contrast to her red hair, and her green eyes were full of anger. "Not my fault they don't like flames."
Arnar could feel a headache coming on, not sure if it was from Nonoba or from the smell of burnt lichen. They'd been hired to collect moss from the back of goobbues, a simple enough task massively complicated by Nonoba's eagerness to burn anything that earned her ire, regardless of the situation. It had been nice at first: He'd barely had to do any work against the massive plants. However, it'd quickly become clear she was burning all the moss they needed. But the lalafell had refused to relent, still pissed that the first goobbue had tried to swallow her, and she'd hit every further creature they managed to track down with a fireball before Arnar could bring it down normally. They'd run out of goobbues before the irate Nonoba had run out of mana, so now they were stuck handing over charred materials and hoping they would be acceptable. "You really need to learn to control that temper of yours, you know. It's going to get you in real trouble one day."
"Hm?!" The mage swung out in front of him, hands on her hips and staring him down. It didn't seem to matter that he was almost three times her height, she gave the distinct impression she was trying to tower over him. "And just what do I need to change about my attitude, huh?! What, you think I should be all docile, like your little "treasure"?" Nonoba's finger poked at his leg, pressing into the dark skinned flesh of the lalafell who hung from his belt. The naked, limbless girl squirmed and squealed, the sound muffled by her thick gag, but her blue eyes were wide as she watched her fellow lalafell focus on her. Arnar's free hand slapped Nonoba's arm away, and he felt his own anger boiling up.
"Don't be rude. She's the only reason we can do these jobs at all, you know. Her healing magic certainly accomplished a lot more today than you did." Undeterred, Nonoba's finger thrust out again, poking at the girl's own massive tits. Nonoba pressed hard enough to send the limbless girl swinging by the collar and chain around her neck, which resulted in more squealing.
"She's just meat, nothing but a mana battery. If you expect me to consider her anything more than that, one of those goobbues must have knocked you stupid."
That was the breaking point for Arnar. He dropped the burnt bag of moss, bending down to look Nonoba right in the eyes. "She's sure as shit more valuable than you are, and you know it. Six hours of work today, and we've got nothing to show for it. Because you can't control yourself." There was real anger in the mage's eyes at his words, and they glowed like embers. Arnar normally would have backed off: he was hardly immune to Nonoba's hair trigger temper, but he'd had enough of the uppity lalafell's outbursts. "Maybe you'd be more valuable as meat."
Nonoba went entirely still, as if frozen. Then she drew her staff, holding it out in front of her. "...you take that back."
Arnar cracked his knuckles. "Make me."
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"Look, Arnar, I know things got a little heated, a-and I'm sorry I said all that too you. C-could we just call this water under the brid-eep!" The now naked lalafell didn't get to finish her sentence as he gave her tit a slap, the breast smacking into her face from the force. Her staff and robes in a pile next to her, Nonoba was staked to the ground, ropes holding her limbs spread eagled so wide she couldn't move an inch. She could only lean her head forward, and she cocked it to try and look past her own quivering mounds. "C'mon, please? I promise I'll be more careful next time..."
Arnar ignored the begging as he fished out the wand from his pack, turning to the squirming woman. Without even acknowledging her, he began to cast the spell, and he saw Nonoba's eyes bug out as she realized what he was doing. "Nononono, wait!" As the spell finished, four blades of pure magic sliced through her arms and legs, leaving the limbs flopping around from the impact. Nonoba's now limbless body didn't even have a scratch on it, the spell having sealed up the wounds near instantly with grown skin. Squirming and flopping around now that she was no longer bound, the lalafell's eyes were wide with panic. "Oh gods, oh gods, oh gods. C'mon, Arnar, I'm sorry! I shouldn't have been so short tempered! Please, I don't want to be meat!"
Arnar gave her begging no mind as he grabbed the last set of items he'd need: a thick dildo gag and a metal collar with a short chain. The thick plastic dick pressed against the mage's lips, and she screwed her mouth shut, refusing to let him push it into her throat. Undeterred, Arnar reached out and gave one of her nipples a hard twist, and when Nonoba gasped in pain and pleasure, he pushed it past her teeth and deep into her throat. Buckling it tight against the back of her head, Arnar finished things off by working the collar around her neck, snapping the metal closed, then lifting her up by the chain.
"Mmph!" Her entire body weight on her neck, Nonoba was clearly struggling, her eyes rolling in their sockets, but she was entirely helpless. Arnar knew from experience that her own weight wouldn't be enough to actually strangle her; it'd be uncomfortable, but the lalafell could remain suspended like this indefinitely. Looking her dead in the eyes, he slapped her as hard as he could right on her pussy, and she screamed into her gag, her eyes rolling. Grinning, he attached the chain to his belt, and instantly felt the rush as the collar did it's work.
It only took a second of concentration to manifest a ball of fire in his hands, and he felt Nonoba struggle as her own power was siphoned off to do it. With a wave of his hand, he dismissed the fire, then he reached down and gave one of Nonoba's tits a squeeze. "I think we'll do far better with you just like this, eh? No more blowing up anything that annoys you and ruining our reward. Should have made you "meat" ages ago."
Taking a second to adjust his gait to the new weight, before setting off for Limsa. Each pump of his legs sent one of the two bouncing, something he'd long gotten used to, but felt far more natural now that it was even. Arnar took one last look back at the four severed limbs, then shrugged. He'd leave them for the scavengers.