Willing Participant

It was hours into the trip with quiet companionship when Mally couldn't take it anymore, and everyone started to talk to each other. I just held Emily as the ladies talked. It turned into a lecture on mechanics that I started to unfocus on Emily and started to focus on Tina as she explained the use of this world's mechanics. It was only really in the Dwarf kingdom where this craft stood at the moment. This was a shame as I thought this is something our country could use to elevate the average person.

In Bunny-kin culture, the average person was unremarkable and should just bring up the strong offspring. This was something I shamelessly used if I was being honest with myself. I didn't really want to be either. This was something that I believed needed to be changed, though. I knew, at this point, I was the Heir to the Bunny-kin culture and cities. I was going to be the leader at this point. In my head, I still want to avoid that but should I? If it wasn't me, who could legit get the credentials needed to come to power? The only thing I had going for me, though, was my race being superior and who my father is. That's it, I know I could make use of knowledge from my previous incarnation, but that was marginally better at best. I screwed up hard on my first try. Maybe I could do better, but something still shied away from it for me.

I listened to how Tina talked about steam power and its use with energy and mana. This was directly on how Mally asked if she could make less of a mess on the battlefield as it could affect our ability to maneuver. I had to admit she had a point. I had blood in my fur from her, and she was a literal mess at the end. Emily was drenched even when she was being super clean in her cuts to avoid.

To my knowledge, this created a mess that could only be cleaned up with time decomposing or a fucking powerwash that didn't exist in this world. I could clean it up with mana, but that would take a lot of mana and work to do. It wasn't worth it unless in certain circumstances. This was understandable, though. This was a new invention of Tina's, and it worked well and did what it was supposed to do.

The talks and subsequent debate afterward with Tina getting to the point of saying 'It just doesn't work that way' became a staple. It turned into good-hearted fun with everyone included, but the bandit sitting in the corner looked peeved. I couldn't care less, though.

The carriage continued, and I told the Coachmen to stop at a travelers lodge if there was one along the way. I would love a hot bath and a soft bed filled with my beauties. I turned to the Cow in the room per se and looked at Betsy.

"Why are you still here?" I asked flat out, not apologetic at all, and she turned slightly pale at that and surprised.

"What?" I continued to pet Emily's head as she cuddled into me, resting on my lap. I knew she was milking my comfort right now. I did not mind, though, as I had been neglecting her a bit recently.

"I asked why you got in the carriage. I never said you had to get in or stopped you from leaving in the night. I raped you, and now you are clinging to us as we travel. That begs the question now. Why are you still here?" I asked point-blank after explaining. I had a pretty good idea that she didn't know herself why she had followed us into the carriage and has been working on staying as small as possible.

"Fine, I don't know, okay? I followed you on instinct. Something tells me I should and that I will regret it if I leave." She crossed her arms under her large breasts and sighed. "I just have that instinct, and I cant shack it, so I got in. I also no longer know where I am after that fucking you gave me. It's not as if I can just walk back to my old crew."

I laughed at the bullshit spewed, "Look, Betsy, I don't care about you or your feelings. You lost all respect from me when you became a bandit; they're the scum of civilization, and that disgusts me. So you will have to earn every little bit of respect here. I won't tolerate your bullshit here. You have a nice body. I liked to play with that, was it? The rest of the ladies here realize what scorn I have for bandits and have the same scorn. You will not find sympathy here, Betsy. Here you are scorned for your choices and looked down upon. I have an offer, though."

"Wow, Straight up judging me like a Noble. What's this gracious offer?" She said, sarcasm thick.

"I don't care for your opinion Betsy or how you feel about nobility even though I am technically not a Noble. My offer, though, is I need a willing participant in some experiments. I need a test subject to use mana on, and they must willingly accept it. I will modify your body with it in greater grasp to reach the knowledge of how to transform someone's race." I heard gasps in the room and my girls looked at me, startled. "What?"

"Chelsea, that is a knowledge that most races have forbidden. The reasons are not clear, but they state that it is absolutely unacceptable knowledge." Tina piped up.

"The Knowledge is even illegal in the demon lands by all," Mally pointed out, and I smiled.

"There is no evil knowledge; there is only misused knowledge. What I am seeking is not to change races merely to see if I can unlock the genome of our bodies to allow further Rage, Mana, or energy, or any type to modify the body and strengthen us. This means, though, that I need subjects to test on ladies. If we encounter Bandits from now on, I would like to test some new theories I have come up with. I have taken a liking to biology lately expressly because I feel mana can further enhance us than we have started."

Betsy looked at me for a while looking at me before she sighed. "This is interesting; my gut tells me to say yes to your testing. I will gamble like many Bandits to strike it rich under you than to receive nothing from this endeavor. I would like though that you treat me with more respect than you have so far as a willing participant in your experiments by you and your ladies."

I was honestly startled she accepted so easily. I wondered how that gut reaction told her. I wasn't going to do anything drastic as I wanted her as a test platform for any unwilling participants we come across. I will admit I regretted letting her previous partners leave so that I could use them in experiments.

I felt something twinged at the back of my head that I ignored. Betsy has agreed, and I thought about it. "Fine, you will get basic respect. I will give you basic privacy too if you wish for it. I will start later when I need a baseline for your body later. My only regret is I don't have more subjects of your race to start off with a baseline. Hopefully, we reach Elven territory soon, and I can see if they reject the practice as well."

The carriage pulled to a stop shortly after, and the coach told us that we were at a traveler's Inn, and I smiled. I wanted to bathe in some hot water. We all piled out and went into an old Inn on the road. It looked busy, though with many wagons about, and I was surprised at the activity.

We went inside and ordered two rooms, one for the coachmen and one large room for the rest of us. I asked if they had a bath, and they told us that they did, but it cost fifty silver and took an hour, I paid upfront for it all, and the innkeeper looked happy as he got his workers to get to work.

It wasn't long before a hot meal was put in front of us, and I smiled as all of us dug in. It was a nice conversation with my ladies, and the coachmen were starting to warm up to us. He knew he had no chance with any of the women there as it didn't take much to notice how well endowed I was.

As we were sharing a meal, that was when the door to the Inn opened, and I saw my first Elf. The Elf had long green hair with two pointed ears poking out and some type of leaf pulling the bangs out of her eyes. She looked sharp, and many other races surrounded her and went to order her room. She had a great body with small tits. I noticed before I realized it Kate was on her knees under the table working on me, and I smiled.

That just so happened to be when that Elf spotted our table. Her cheeks flushed, and she looked outraged. Kate just started to work on me, and I was rapidly hardening when she approached our table.

"Excuse me, there are bedrooms for these types of activities, and I would like to ask you to take it there." She said poshly, and I laughed as I stopped a moan from escaping. Kate was getting very good at her craft on Doorknocker. She became more and more familiar with him; I grew more aroused for her.

"Yes, I do mind. If you wish you could join us in another place that isn't the bedroom. I think you look beautiful and would not mind at all if you would join us. We have a bath; you can join us." I said back, smiling as Kate did her work, starting to make it more auditable, slurping on Doorknocker and gaging.

She looked pissed and embarrassed at the same time. I was not expecting her to join us; I just think she should mind her own business or enjoy the show. If not fuck off.

"Why, this establishment is not a brothel, and you should be cleaner, you barbarian. Please take this somewhere else while in polite company." The flush n her face was deepening, and she turned to walk away. I looked at the ass as she walked away. I think she has never had a partner, in my opinion, and it was a small tight ass that I wanted to spread open.

'God damn, I think I might be addicted to women now,' I thought, and I really wanted to open up that ass to the fruit she had hiding. "Well, you know where I am if you want to add a larger stick up your ass," I called out to her, and the red face turned a deeper red. I laughed and heard a couple of my women laugh as well as she stormed off two more feet, clearly wishing for more distance to eat.

I finished laughing and tore into my food as Kate worked on Doorknocker until I gave her her dessert. I was looking forward to our bath as Kate left under the table.