Eranor yawned, stretching as she started to wake up. Her hands hit the bars of her confined crib. Despite her sleeping arrangements, she had slept unbelievably well. Probably because it was the first “bed” she had slept in after several days. She could probably have slept for the rest of the day if not for a certain Naga waking her with a grin.

“I’m glad you slept well,” Tialla said donning a large grin.

“Yuh esh,” Eranor stopped before realizing why her speech sounded so warped. At some point during the night the pacifier clipped to her onesie had made its way into her mouth and obviously she had enjoyed suckling it. She let the pacifier fall from her mouth and get caught by the clip as she blushed.

“Aww I thought it was cute,” Tialla said with a smile. “How’s your diaper doing?”

“It’s fine,” Eranor blushed while Tialla had opened the crib up for Eranor to step out. “It’s not like I actually wet the bed anymore.”

“Well, I’m sure you’ll be ready for a change when we get back,” Tialla said opening Eranor’s closet looking for a suitable outfit.

“When we get back?” Eranor questioned concerned.

“Yes. I do have a small errand to run. Replacing rosewood’s collar. Won’t do to have her in some cheap replacement when general Castor gets here.” Eranor involuntarily stuck out her tongue at mention of his name though Tialla didn’t notice.

“And I suppose it’s a chance to show off your new slave too,” Eranor guessed with a sour tone. Tialla sighed as she had found an appropriate outfit. It was a purple dress with white accent frills and a distinct heart shaped keyhole around the chest with an enticing white frill.

“Yes,” Tialla said matching Eranor’s sour note. “Rose thought it would be a good time for me to go,” Tialla paused with discomfort, “walkies with my slaves.” Eranor sighed in frustration. “I’m just as annoyed by this as you are.”

“Are you really?” Eranor questioned raising an eyebrow.

“Ok fair enough, you are probably more annoyed,” Tialla admitted defeat. “Look, just bear with me for this ok. If you’re a good girl we can have ice cream when we get back.” Eranor rolled her eyes at being called good girl, but it was clear Tialla was waiting for an appropriate response.

“Yes Nana,” Eranor sighed petulantly. With a smile Tialla finally unlocked the crib Eranor was in, and Eranor crawled out.

“Do you like the dress I picked out?” Tialla asked hopefully.

“It is,” Eranor stopped searching for the right word. Really, she didn’t want to caught dead in the thing. It was overly childish, would be not nearly long enough to cover her diaper, and showed entirely too much cleavage. This was all likely the point though. “It’s cute.” Eranor settled on a harmless compliment.

“I know,” Tialla said sympathetically. “You should see what Rose is wearing though,” Tialla continued unsnapping Eranor’s onesie.

“Yeah, but she isn’t going to care,” Eranor countered. “It’s all her idea.” The onesie was brought over Eranor’s head and put away.

“True enough,” Tialla sighed replacing the onesie with the dress. Eranor was right, the thing did nothing to hide the childish print diaper she still had on from the night before. “She is being just as frustrating about this,” Tialla sighed zipping up Eranor’s dress. “She even went back to pick out an even skimpier outfit then what I had picked out.”

“She was probably going to do that no matter what you had picked.”

“I know that now,” Tialla huffed. She was looking into Eranor’s changing table until she retrieved a pink leather chest harness. Eranor looked at the thing and grimaced.

“It’s better than dragging you around by your collar. Be a good girl and quit pouting,” Tialla huffed, in a bad mood from the conversation, and started fastening the harness onto Eranor.

“Did you get the baby ready to go?” Rosewood said entering the nursery.

What Rosewood was wearing could barely be describe as clothes. The top she was wearing was just a small piece of cloth leaving half of her breasts exposed and threatening to reveal the part that would be kept covered. Similarly, her skirt wasn’t even that. It was a half foot long skirt, that was open in the front giving an unblocked look at the tight panties underneath it.

“Good god,” Eranor said under her breath.

“Tell me about it,” Tialla sighed finally getting Eranor’s harness on snuggly.

“You look cute Eranor,” Rosewood commented happily.

“You look revealing,” Eranor chastised.

“Listen,” Rosewood was about to go off into a rant but she was cut off.

“I don’t wanna hear this again, Rose.” Tialla stopped her. She had clipped a pink lead onto the back of Eranor’s harness and moved quickly to Rosewood attaching a black lead to the temporary black leather collar around her neck.

“Right sorry master,” Rosewood said giving a respectful bow. Eranor shot Rosewood a look that could kill.

“Let’s go you two, out in front.” Tialla was donning a faux domly persona. Eranor and Rosewood both obeyed. Eranor hoped that the ruse would last for their trip out to wherever market they were going.

It was an embarrassing trip for Eranor. The three had ridden a train from the royal pyramid to one of the two more public ones and were currently on the second market floor walking around. Of course, all eyes were on the three of them, and Eranor could feel it. She knew that everyone could see and was likely looking at her diaper, and the childish chest harness and paci clipped to her dress only cemented her position. They were just as much so taking in all of Rosewood that was on display. Even Tialla, who was the most modestly dressed with a blouse and some cloth trousers, did not escape stares. Anyone would notice the owner of two loudly dressed slaves even if they weren’t a new queen. Tialla happened to be both.

The only thing that kept Eranor going was, somewhat ironically, her sympathy for what Tialla was going through. She wasn’t the one degrading herself, but it was clear she didn’t agree with, and wasn’t a fan of, this practice. What’s more, the second-hand embarrassment she was feeling from Eranor, and especially from Rosewood, was obvious. To make things worse Rosewood seemed to be completely unaffected by it. Eranor might have thought that the whole thing would be a little better for both her and Tialla if Rosewood were a little more affected by her situation, but she, by all appearances, wasn’t. This was just a normal day to her.

“We’re here,” Tialla said with a sigh as the group approached a medium sized shop. “Thank god,” Tialla said under her breath. “Well go on in girls, no time to waste.” Eranor moved in out of embarrassment and Rosewood out of obedience.

The shop was a cluttered blacksmiths shop. The only part of the shop that wasn’t covered with swords, or axes, or shields was the counter, behind it was a forge giving off the only light in the room, but it was bright enough to have to room well lit.

“Well princess Eranor,” a smooth voice greeted the three. A tall Naga lady made her way from behind the forge to the counter. She was tall and slender, wearing a simple shirt and pants with a blacksmith’s apron. Her exposed arms were completely covered in the Naga scales, a rather unique trait, and one the served her well smithing. “What interesting toys you’ve brought with you.” She said particularly looking at Rosewood.

“Don’t remind me,” Tialla said quietly, but followed it up more confidently. “And it seems one of my toys has lost the nice collar that I’ve made for her. I was hoping to get a replacement. Today if possible.”

“Of course, my queen,” the Naga gave a small bow. “I do wonder what adventure caused our scantily clad Rosewood to lose something so valuable.”

“I do as well, but she isn’t telling.”

“She seems to be keeping no other secrets,” Rosewood silently pouted as the Naga was clearly talking at her disapprovingly. “Of course, my forge is yours my queen. I do have a small sample of the metal remaining. I assume you will want to meld it yourself like you did last time.” Tialla glanced at Rosewood.

“I suppose I will. It is important to her after all.” Tialla answered with a small huff. With a gesture, the Naga blacksmith led the group toward the forge, and placed a small ingot of a black iridescent metal into the hot forge.

“You still know the proper magics? You will have to make it with magic if you still want it to be properly reactive.”

“I am a bit out of practice,” Tialla said, but she confidently removed a slender wand from a pouch at her side. The shaft of her wand, like most wands, was made from magic focusing crystal, much like a crystal one might find at the top of a staff or in a magical glove like Rosewood used. “I think I can manage.” With a nod the blacksmith removed a large bowl from the forge that had the liquified metal inside of it.

“Be quick before it cools. If you need me to do it for you, I am nearby.”

“I won’t.”

“I’m merely offering my queen,” the blacksmith bowed and calmly returned to the counter.

Eranor and Rosewood watched, both standing a distance away that was about as long as their leads, as Tialla readied her wand and focused it on the bowl of molten metal. As the wand glowed the metal rose out of the bowl and started swirling around until it formed itself into a molten metal ring. Tialla squinted as she started to grab some water from a nearby bucket with magic while still holding the metal in a ring shape. As she started to form the water with magic into a similar ring shape as the metal she gave a grunt and the water lost its shape splashing onto the table. The same almost happened to the metal but Tialla managed to magically funnel it back into the bowl it came from.

Eranor and Rosewood looked on in concern.

“Do you need help dear?” Rosewood asked.

“No no I got it. Just gotta go again.”

“Tialla you’re going to have less mana than when you started," Eranor pointed out. "It’s only going to be harder.”

“I just need to focus more,” Tialla said trying to brush off Eranor.

“You need to stop being stubborn,” Eranor huffed and approached Tialla, holding onto the wand with her own hand resting above Tialla’s.

“Eranor!” Tialla barked angrily.

“Be mad at me later,” Eranor fired back. “But for now, just let me help you. The metal is cooling.” Tialla sighed in frustration. “I’ll do the water ok.” Tialla nodded and repeated her trick before, magically grabbing the hot metal and spinning it into a circle. At the same time Eranor, using the same wand, focused on grabbing more water and forming it into a ring, spinning in the opposite direction from the metal.

“Ok,” Tialla spoke through gritted teeth. “Now pull em together.” Eranor nodded and the two moved their spinning rings until they met in a cloud of steam until the water was mostly evaporated. Mostly. A few droplets of water remined, and had arranged themselves into a complex pattern inside the solid ring, the thin droplets looking like a spider’s web on the inside and making an alien yet familiar pattern. It existed for only a moment before the water evaporated and the now completed collar fell to the table. Sticking on its side for just long enough to be unnatural before falling over.

“Did you do that?” Tialla asked shocked. “That thing with the water?”

“That wasn’t me,” Eranor said just as shocked. Rosewood had approached the collar while the two were talking and picked it up. She was amazed as with only a little bit of magical energy; she was able to make the collar levitate a few inches off her hand. Without even needing a proper magical focus.

“Tialla this is incredible,” Rosewood said in shocked happiness. “I dunno what you two did but this thing is amazing.” She held up the floating collar to the other two girls. “This is way more reactive than my last collar.” Tialla took it from Rosewood and was also amazed at how easily she could get it to float. With a tap of her wand the single solid piece of metal flew apart into several puzzle-like pieces that still floated in the loose shape of the original, only expanded.

“That is impressive,” the blacksmith said entering the room. The sudden entrance shocked Tialla, and the pieces of the collar all flew back into their original shape and the collar landed gently in Tialla’s hands. “Even for me. My queen, I do believe you’ve made something special there.” Tialla looked at Eranor who blushed and looked away.

“Well,” Tialla said shaken a bit. “I take it you’ll be more careful with this one Rose?”

“I ...” Rosewood paused for a second, looking at Tialla and then to Eranor. “I think maybe you should give that one to Eranor,” Rosewood said with a smile. “She did help you make it after all.” Eranor and Tialla both blushed.

“I mean if you’re sure,” Eranor said quietly.

“But what are we going to do for yours?” Tialla protested.

“I’m more than happy to make her one,” the blacksmith offered.

“Yeah, you’re too beat to try again dear,” Rosewood said shrugging. "You should let her do it."

“But I did this for you,” Tialla said quietly. “I …” she trailed off.

“It’s ok dear,” Rosewood said with a genuine smile. “You’ve done enough for me. This one was meant for Eranor.” Tialla turned to look at Eranor, as she did the collar started floating listlessly in her hands. Eranor and Tialla slowly approached each other.

“Well,” Tialla gulped nervously. She didn’t know why but the moment seemed to be heavy for her, and she could tell Eranor felt the same. “Sit!” Tialla commanded shakily, though Eranor obeyed all the same, getting on her knees in front of Tialla. Tialla tapped the collar with her wand and it flew off into its expanded puzzle piece shape. She knelt with Eranor and guided the expanded loop over her head until it was roughly around her neck. Then the collar shut itself hanging only a little loosely around Eranor’s neck.

Eranor held the collar with her hands. It was unbelievably light, yet she could feel it’s weight around her neck. She had the distinct feeling that this moment was an important one, but at the same time, that wasn’t a bad thing.

“I think it looks beautiful on you,” Tialla said quickly.

“Yeah,” Eranor agreed. “It does.” Tialla and Eranor locked eyes again. The two both blushed but they didn’t break eye contact. Rosewood and the blacksmith shared a brief look of acknowledgement.

“My queen,” the blacksmith interrupted the moment and Eranor and Tialla shook their heads as they came back down to Earth. “Would you like to come with me and pick out Rose’s collar?”

“Y-yes,” Tialla cleared her throat and she and Eranor quickly stood back up. “Let’s go over that.”

AUTHORS NOTE: Here's the next chapter everyone. We get a fun little trip out with our three girls and we get a very fancy new collar for Eranor. As a little behind the scene thing, I'm thinking of making this collar a legendary artifact in the lore, though at the moment I'm not quite sure what I want it to do. Maybe it'll just be a piece of really reactive metal who knows. Anyway I hope you all enjoy this. If you want to read the next chapter right now head over to my patreon at patreon.com/bigred0603 otherwise stay tuned for the next chapter.