[ENF] Isha of the Gerudo, My First ENF Story

[bor2]

Hello, been a fan of ENF for a while now and I made a first story on a video game character not long ago. It's my first one and it ended up being kinda long, so I'll post it here once and then the second part as a reply. I also have these on my DeviantArt, bor2, if you would rather read them there. It's 2 parts but 1 story. Please let me know any thoughts or ideas you have if you end up reading it. I've made 2 or so after this which are shorter and a bit better in some ways, still learning though. Thanks, and have a good one. (Picture is the game character)

Chapter 1: A Bare Start

Gerudo Town was home of the Gerudo, a tall desert tribe that consisted of only women in the great land of Hyrule. Though the environment and surroundings could be rough, the people made a wonderful life for themselves and their community among the sands. Their ample town housed many women; Gerudo, Hylian, Zora, and even some Koroks with the establishments and security they managed. Inns, food vendors, bars, training barracks, and more could be found. But there was one spot here that could seldom be found anywhere else in Hyrule: A Jewelry Shop! This shop sold a commodity most valuable in different types of jeweled accessories, some smithing, and even the rare raw ore of diamonds, topaz and more. The shop, Starlight Memories, was owned by none other than the beautiful Gerudo, Isha!



Isha had been a merchant for some odd years now, cultivating experience and a reputation that shined as bright as her wares. Starlight Memories was the grand milestone for her as she had made her dream a reality in this humble yet popular store. It had been a rough and difficult ride for her with many bumps and accidents along the way, but she was proud of how far she had come. She had an employee and lifelong friend in Cara who had started working with her 2 years ago.



While many people came for the store’s goods, few could deny Isha’s lovely presence as something to return for as well. Despite denying claims of such, Isha often visited the oasis spa for beauty sessions weekly and it showed in her beautiful and young looks. Her mantle as a jeweler could be seen well in her daily wear, adorning accessories and beautiful gems that would make nearly any woman jealous, including the likes of Riju and the Princess herself. Her toned and well defined body as common with Gerudo was a sight to behold as well, especially with her abs and back that were almost always visible. Her chest, while kept well confined by her plated and fabric top, was one of the bigger ones in town. They were always kept pointing up and enough for anyone’s hands to enjoy. While Isha sometimes wished they were bigger, she and many others took great comfort and enjoyment in her butt.



While seen by very few in the town on some lucky nights or spa days, Isha’s rump was by far the best in town and one of the best in Hyrule. Her curvy hips and strong thighs gave way to a bubble butt that would make any voe a happy voe. The large moons were perfectly sized and not too big compared to some others in town, and still had a perkiness that any could admire. Isha was also able to dance, throw, clap, slap, and more to astonishing degrees, even if she felt like she could do better. It was a wonder how it fit into her wrap skirt without a sound to be heard during the day. Although, rare grunts could be heard by the merchant in the early morning as she prepared for the day and fit into the bottoms. A lucky few could find their eyes into the gap of her skirt, past her thighs, into the shadows of her bottom to find panties of different colors and styles, next to none having seen what lies at front barring some specific nights. All of this coupled with her bubbly yet easily embarrassed demeanor made her a delight to converse and do business with.



A new and windy day had risen for Gerudo Town as Isha was asleep in the early morning, having stayed up late perfecting an ornament for her shop. She let out a light snore as she rolled over in her big bed, her legs opening slightly revealing a look at her tender lower regions. Isha loved to sleep in nothing but her jewelry since she was able to get her hands on it reliably, her beautiful statuesque body glimmering lightly from the peaks of sunlight in the higher parts of the window.



Isha slowly rose as she rubbed her eyes and checked her surroundings, having fallen asleep rather suddenly. She yawned once again wanting to sleep in more but found the motivation to get up, after all, she had a shop to run. “Ok Isha… yaaahh. No time to sleep…just get up and get moving.” she said, stumbling out of her deep bed and into her bathroom. Using some water to wash her face, she had a look in the mirror at her lovely figure, smiling knowing how good she looked even without makeup or her hair done. She waltzed around her home, boobs and ass bouncing greatly, as she prepared for the day with her hair clothes…except she could not find her clothes. Bending over squatting looking through all her drawers, she came up empty except some dust and miscellaneous clothes. “Wait what? Where are all my clothes? They should be right here…wait. Oh shoot, don't tell me.” she grimaced. Her feet brought her to the laundry room where her worries were confirmed, she had failed to do her laundry last night from overworking on the accessories.



Chapter 2: Making Do



“Crap…crap I can’t believe I forgot again,” a sour look appeared on her face as she thought out her options. “Ok, well most of this doesn’t look wearable after the past week. Too much sand and dirt built up from all the recent winds, and I don’t have enough time to properly clean any of this. I can’t just go out in dirty clothes for my own shop so…eugh. I’ll have to see what CAN work in this mess,”. Isha bent over to scrounge through the dirty laundry being disappointed often at the outcomes until she got a lucky break and remembered a spare skirt she had in her closet.



She rushed over not noticing the sound of her feet and ass filling the room and exclaimed with delight finding the skirt to the side, and then a weak “oh” having seen the garment properly. It was a plain white skirt with green swirls spread around it haphazardly and about four mid-thigh cuts that would reveal some of her legs. It was also unusual from her typical skirts as it lacked a sturdy belt and bands that went over her hips to secure itself. When had she even gotten this? At the very least, the cloth felt oddly heavy so maybe any winds would have trouble blowing it up. “Disappointing but, I’ll have to work with this,” she said as she examined the skirt more closely. “Now let’s just hope it fits me without issue,”.



She stepped into the skirt and raised it up, immediately struggling to fit it over her bubble butt. With some grunts and effort, her ass finally succumbed under the skirt along with her front. It hung rather loosely on her hips as she swayed and jiggled slightly through it, but walking around briefly made it seem passable. Doing this she noticed she had forgotten something though; “Why does my butt feel…oh my panties! I can’t keep forgetting these things.”



Scampering around again for any panties, she ended up with two poor options. First was a lower swimsuit piece that was currently separated from the top half. It had six gems tied on its strings and while it looked nice, it would be far too apparent through the white skirt. It would also be too weighted without anything to hold it in place properly outside of her hips, so it was an extra risk. The other was a small pink thong from a few years ago that she loved to wear for how it felt and looked.



This also showed through the white skirt, but not nearly as much and not without looking very closely. It also failed to cover all of her bush, which she had let grow out a bit to see how it looked, much to her delight. The unkempt scarlet hairs highlighted her lower lips greatly as they spread like wildfire. She could get away with being behind the counter for most of the day anyways so it shouldn’t be an issue. Happily reuniting with her forgotten undergarment, Isha went to go and find a top for her sizable breasts.



Having been unable to find her usual plated top, had to get creative on what to wear to cover her breasts instead. After some searching the best she could find was another spare, discarded wrap from a drawer that would normally go on a skirt/dress that was a light pale yellow color. Holding it in her hands she pouted, having realized why it was left alone for so long; it was rather small for someone of her figure and rather light in material. Her ass, while not massive, was large and shapely enough for this dainty wrap to barely cover half her cheeks. Her hips also made it a problem to cover her front, with it likely exposing her bush and more in various angles. And Hylia forbid a gust of wind appear, it would certainly leave her lower half exposed for anyone to see. Despite this though, it could just maybe work as a tube top for her upper half. Her boobs were in the upper tier of the town's notability but small enough to not have to worry about what to wear. This was pushing it though.



She worked the wrap around her well toned back and tied it there with little issue and went to her mirror to see the condition, the result making her blush a little. It covered her breasts enough, but left some lovely cleavage exposed. Pacing back and forth on how to combat this, she found two new issues. The cloth’s weak material left her breasts enough space to bounce and jiggle with vigor. Small slow steps were mostly fine but anything larger or quicker made them look like hydromelons. This movement also pushed the top in ways that made her dark areolas slip out on some bounces, with them needing adjustment to not be seen after some continuous walking.



“Oh come on, come on. I can’t work like this, I’d become more of a spectacle than the accessories I sell,” Isha complained. Her grievances aside however, she had to appreciate how hot this looked. If she ever found a voe or vai she fancied, this would definitely be on the table for a return. The thoughts of which led her to a final issue she failed to notice; her proud nipples jutting through the wrap. The fine dark purple nubs made a stand for but a brief moment, and then went unnoticed as Isha removed and re-adjusted the top to try and fix any of her issues.



“Ok, so if it ends up showing too much cleavage then shifting it up a bit should be fine right?” She thought to herself. While a sound theory, this led to a notable exposure of underboob instead. Sighing in disbelief, she returned the cloth to its original position deciding that cleavage would be the lesser of the two evils here. Isha was already above average height for a Gerudo woman, but the heels would make her even taller. There were very few other women in town that were taller than her, so she saw it as the better call. Although, this would mean less sitting down for her unless she wanted to change the position every time someone entered.



With that, Isha gathered her heels, hair ornaments, and quickly finished her makeup, taking one last look at herself before she nervously exited for work. “Pheww, ok Isha it’ll just be for a few hours and then you can run…walk! You can walk straight home to make sure nothing gets shown. People will understand if I close early, I can blame it on the weather or something,” she said, motivating herself. Before stepping out, a quick glance at her clock(?) made her eyes and mouth widen in surprise. “I’M OVER 15 MINUTES LATE?? No No No I can’t be that late!” she exclaimed, rushing and locking the door with a key she kept under her mat.



Chapter 3: Brisk Rip



Isha didn’t live far from Starlight Memories, maybe a two-minute jog at most, but remembering her current wardrobe she took caution to take it slow. Her sudden burst out the door threw her breasts more than the top could handle and already started showing much of her supple cleavage. She tried to adjust while briskly walking but had to stop prematurely when she noticed two neighbors, Pyra and Perda.



“Sav’otta Isha! I love the outfit today!”

“Very nice, trying to make some extra sales today, yeah? Haha, good luck at the store!”

“Sarqso, Sarqso…” Isha said with a shade of red covering her face as she went by. Isha was always a looker but never tried too hard for it. Her clothes showing as much as they did of her thighs and breasts was something she never did publicly, but she was still flattered at the compliments. The two took extra appreciation of her walking past as her ass looked even better than usual in the white skirt, unable to keep some snickers from escaping. The jiggles were fairly noticeable and some winds brought it up nearly enough to see the end of her cheeks.



Isha was about half a minute out from Starlight Memories now, the store visible with a small line of people in the shop. She started rushing a little more from that sight but did not watch out for the children running around at the time.



“Oof,” she heard as they both stumbled to the ground with the kid falling past her and a jewel piece off of Isha. She realized that her legs were somewhat spread open to a vendor next to her shop and that she was getting a very good luck at her pink thong. The older Gerudo gave her the side eye as Isha picked herself up and gave a very embarrassed smile. Looking down to check on the child, she instead found one of her whole breasts had spilled out of the top with the other on its way. Letting out a sharp eep, she used both hands to cover her breasts while the child picked herself up.



“Oh, sorry about that Miss Isha,” she said as she went back to running off somewhere.

“No problem, no problem,” Isha lied as she walked to the side of her store and fixed her top again. She then went to bend down pick up her jewel and suddenly heard a short;



“RIIIPPP” from her side. Quickly standing straight to where her breasts bounced again, she checked the skirt and noticed that one of the cuts on her left side went farther up than it should be, exposing even more thigh and a hint of the top of her pink thong.

A grimace appeared on her face as she looked around her wondering if anyone saw. The older Gerudo woman from earlier watched as she did so and simply smirked and closed her eyes as Isha walked behind her shop wearing a red scowl.



“Great, just what I needed today,” she groaned as she tried to doctor the skirt rip. She did most of her work with her hands making and handling jewelry and accessories so a skirt shouldn’t be too bad right? Well, her best option was to tie part of the skirt in a knot near the rip, which resulted in it being even higher than it was initially. Now any real movements would show the bottom of her cheeks and the ripple effect the heels would have on them. Sighing and composing herself for doing the best she could, she finally entered her shop for the day.



Chapter 4: A Hard Day’s Work



Isha walked into Starlight Memories happy and worried to see about three customers in at the same time. While this seems low, it was quite nice for a jewelry shop out in the desert. The business was good, but Isha was worried about the impression she was making by being late and being dressed like this. Her employee and friend, Cara, finally noticed her walk in and was taken aback from her dress and top.



“Ah, Sav’aaq Is- Oh Sa’oten!” she exclaimed. Her reaction garnered the attention of everyone else in the store who stared at the merchant in surprise and delight. Isha blushed with a light smile and held her arm as the customers went back to their browsing, stealing occasional glances at the beautiful women.

“Sav’otta Cara, very sorry for being late.” Isha said as she met Cara behind the counter. “I uh…had unexpected troubles this morning and-”

“You forgot to do your clothes again because of your work, right?” Cara interrupted and finished for her.



“I… ugh yes, yes I did. I couldn’t go to my own store in dirty clothes so I had to improvise. This isn’t too bad, right?” Isha finished as she did a slow 360 for Cara to examine her.

“Hmm, well I’m pretty sure I’ve seen you wear less around Town before so I don’t see much issue with this,” she joked while raising the front of the skirt revealing her pink thong and bush to her before Isha slapped it away swiftly. This caused her top to slip a bit and her cleavage to grow once more as her areolas peeked out at Cara. She chuckled while Isha made sure no one else noticed.



“I think you’ll be fine as long as you don’t get excited or carried away with your movements, that skirt might not hold itself too much longer though. I’d advise standing behind the counter but I need to use the bathroom now so you’ll be busy in and out for a few minutes.”

“Oh now? Well ok, but hurry back please? I’ll try to close up early today depending on how my outfit holds up,”

“I’ll try, the bathrooms have been busy and piled up with sand lately. Take care Girl,” she said as she left Isha alone behind the counter. Isha prepared herself for the time being as a perky voice met her ears.



“Excuse me, Isha?” Jules said. She was a Hylian that worked next door for at the inn, often coming in to look and ponder at the accessories but rarely buy. In truth, she was rather infatuated by Isha’s lovely looks, figure, and personality. She did not know how to tackle her feelings though and instead hung around to try and make small talk with her.



“Ah Jules, yes. How may I help you”

“Yes, I had a question about the sapphire accessories you had? I believe I saw some earrings before but I can’t find them now”

“Earrings…ah right ok. I believe I moved them to the back, give me just a moment please,”

Isha slowly walked to a warm and busy storage room of the store, happy to be out of people’s eyes for a moment. The sapphire earrings were kept in a drawer out of the way of the usual materials, you could never be too careful with such valuables after all. Isha found a singular pair left and went to mark it down as something to restock on at the door, but ended up dropping one as it tumbled beneath a shelf.



She finished noting the restock and carefully placed the other on a desk before looking down to see just how far back it had landed. The blue light made it easy to spot thankfully as it was just an arm’s reach away, but the cluttered section of storage made it difficult to reach out for.

“Right, now I remember how the rest of my clothes became so dirty. Let’s get this done,” she remarked to herself. Isha made enough room for her to get down on her knees and slide her top half deep enough under the desk for her fingers to nearly touch it. She naturally wiggled her body to try and shimmy closer to it, unknowingly making a spectacle that no gem or accessory could match. The white skirt was no match for her ass moving in such a way that made it ride up to her lower back, full cheeks out and her sex covered by the pink thong. The movement ended up forcing the hot garment deeper and deeper into her as it imprinted itself tenderly against her mound, with a few stray strands of red hair peeking out with each sway.



After riding up more for half a minute, Isha finally grasped the earring, exclaiming in delight as a familiar sound was made unbeknownst to her. She pulled herself out and breathed a sigh of fulfillment holding the sapphire earring. She looked down to brush herself off and noticed that her boobs were completely out in the open, with the top being pushed down to her stomach from all the movement. She blushed and laughed to herself, beyond thankful she was alone while fixing her top once more. This led to her top and breasts being very dusty as she entered a cycle of sweeping some off the breasts and top only to readjust it seconds later.



Having gotten what she came for, she returned to the main store not noticing the subtle change in movement from her ass and skirt. She handed the pair of earrings to Jules who held and tried them on with great appreciation.

“Wow Isha, these are really great. Oh I’ll be sure to save up for these down the road haha,” Jules said as she took them off and began handing them to Isha. In that moment some of the remaining dust from the storage room tickled her nose resulting in a sudden sneeze from the tall woman. She had enough time to turn away from Jules and apologized for startling her.



“Huh…oh no problem. Bless Boobs, I- I mean Bless You!” Jules replied as she hurried off out of the store. The other two customers being together looked at Isha in awe, mouths wide open as they started to laugh and whisper to one another. Isha looked at them confused until she realized what had happened; she looked down in horror at her supple, dust-free boobies as they showed to the room. She let out a cute scream and quickly turned around and bent down fixing her top, holding her breasts carefully. She was completely dazed from the moment but soon rose up to the desk again, wearing a blush that would resemble a voltfruit.



Chapter 5: Cold Winds



Isha struggled to stay still in her chair behind the counter, nearly an hour had passed and Cara still had not returned from the bathroom. Were the winds and sand really making that much of an issue today of all days? Thankfully the merchant was able to relax mostly as there was little business after her sneeze and the two patrons left soon after, waving a lewd goodbye and kisses to her. She spent the quiet time making sure things were clean and checking the inventories, along with her top of course. Another sneeze was let out and almost led to her face colliding with her breasts as they swung youthfully, thankfully to no one’s view.

Going outside to get some air and try to attract customers, Isha saw the approach of someone she really did not want to deal with right now: Ashai.



Ashai has pink hair and a lighter complexion than most Gerudo, along with being one of the few to wear pink consistently. She was the teacher of cooking and relationship classes, which were very popular as Gerudo were not permitted to meet Voe until a certain age. The two had a spicy history as they were in a love triangle with a cook for some months, Aurie Taamu, which ended in everyone being single and Aurie moving on. Isha and Ashai learned a lot about each other in those months, such as Isha’s real name being Jewel or Ashai’s experiences with both sexes, but ended up with spite towards one another for the outcome. Whenever they met, a hot tension was bound to form as they tolerated the other’s presence.



“Well Well, if it isn’t Isha looking about as scandalous as ever. Although I have to respect you for showing even more skin than usual, you’re on your way to the fashion of a Bokoblin!” Ashai laughed as she looked her up and down. Isha sighed and rolled her eyes at her snide remark.

“Hello Ashai…despite my circumstances, I can’t say I’m surprised that I still look better than you do with those colors. Honestly, do you ever think of branching out and trying something new?

“Like you are now? No thank you, I like to keep my modesty and not take everyone’s attention in such an unrefined manner. Are you so desperate for a lover to skimp around town, or should I expect to see this more often as your fashion?”



“Oh hush, it’s not like that. I just had to make do with this since my clothes need to be done. Now did you come here to shop for accessories or just make fun?”

“Oh right, I nearly forgot. Cara got backed up helping Buliara and some others with business clearing out sand so she’ll be held up a while longer,” Isha grimacing at the news, she was really hoping for the extra help today to minimize her exposure.

“Aww don’t worry” Ashai continued grinning. “I can keep you company until she returns. I imagine your day has been slow anyways despite your wear,”



“Tch, I think I’d rather walk to the bazaar and back in this messy weather than hear you-” Isha was interrupted mid-sentence by a sudden rise of wind coming through the people’s stands and hair, knocking fruits and meats off their tables. Before either of them could react, the breeze lifted Isha’s skirt far up her body and onto her face, obscuring her vision as Ashai and anyone else nearby got a prime view of her thighs and underwear. A vendor behind Isha saw the effects of her thong still being wedged far into her ass with her moons being completely unobscured. The gust was strong enough to make some light waves and improve the sight further.



Ashai herself was very surprised at the moment, her view gave way to seeing much of her grown bush and the innards of her thighs beyond that. The exposed Gerudo began to fumble with her skirt trying her best to bring it down in vain. The glorious view persisted for a few moments until the wind finally died down, even then the troubles remained as she had to push the skirt back down to her hips. This resulted in some lovely jiggle and quaking through her body, including another sight Ashai had all to herself being in front. The wind went above and beyond and was able to blow her top above her tits as they also bounced in her panic. Isha finally got herself together and heard Ashai snickering from the show.

“Well then, shall we go inside before you reveal even more? Or would you like to just throw it all away at this point? Your call,”



Chapter 6: The Coming Eve



Ashai walked into Starlight Memories as Isha lagged behind, patting her clothes down to remove any sand she could and making them proper. Ashai took a look around the store gazing and picking up certain accessories with mild interest, keeping a closer but hidden eye on Isha. She walked to the counter once more, still flustered from a moment ago as Ashai took notice of something. The little situation just now dealt yet another blow to the skirt’s durability, which resulted in it slowly sliding down her smooth butt with every step she took. Currently the upper band of her thong was visible along with a nice ass crack. Ashai smirked and took mental note of this for the future while the scantily clad Gerudo remained oblivious.

“Ahem, well is there anything you had particular interest in looking for?” Isha started, deciding to keep things civil with her for the moment. “If not, I’ll just be over here crafting products. Please make sure to be careful with the merchandise.”



“Yeah sure, I’ll let you know if I need anything,” she responded as Isha took a tired sit down on her work counter and got busy. She tended to stay very focused once she started, not paying attention to things like the time or her surroundings. Ashai knowing this decided to scope out Isha’s garments more critically and see if she could play with her a bit. After a moment or two she walked to the front of the counter and peered down at Isha’s makeshift workstation.



“So, what exactly are you working on now?” She asked with feigned curiosity. Isha looked up briefly and responded with “Oh I’m restocking on some Sapphire Earrings right now. Jules was in earlier and I noticed I had only a pair remaining. I should’ve figured since they’re a popular pick for the desert. You know how certain gems in Hyrule emit different energies right? Sapphires tend to-” continuing to explain in detail as Ashai adjusted her position. Her butt sticking out from the counter in her sirwal (Gerudo pants), Ashai looked on blatantly into Isha’s cleavage. The yellow top had settled lower than usual exposing the deep cleavage of her brown breasts as they stood firm. Looking closer, she also spotted the ebony circles of her areola escaping the top’s coverage. They helped emphasize the final note of this view; the bulge of her nipples through the yellow. Ashai was not sure if the exposure or the winds made them stand proud against the fabric, but she appreciated the view regardless.



As Isha continued her talk of gems and forging, Ashai strolled around behind her for another view of the wrap. She noticed that the knot forming the makeshift tube top looked loose for what it should be, explaining part of how her breasts bounced so fervently. Feeling satisfied with the information gained, she lowered her gaze from her back through her muscles to the top of her ass.



Ashai was one of the few people who knew how truly great her behind was and was endlessly jealous of such. Her own butt was nice, but it just couldn’t compare to the figure and curves of Isha’s. The top of which still had the crack visible from earlier along with the pink slip of her thong. She peeked at the store front and the Isha’s side to make sure no one was entering or Isha was paying particular attention. With both being in the clear, Ashai leaned down a little to the seat of the chair facing the large moons, and began to raise the white skirt slowly. It felt surprisingly weighted in her hands, the material was strange but felt nice to touch at least. A quick cautionary glance showed Isha still focused on her earring, oblivious to what was behind her. Ashai raised the feeble skirt flap as high as it could naturally go and pouted with envy and arousal at the sight.



“O Sa’oten, has it grown even more since I last saw it those months ago? What do you eat Vai…,” Ashai thought in disbelief. Her tush indented onto her thighs making them look fat and jiggly. The plump derriere expanded beyond the edge of the seat’s rim, standing firm with the brown sheen of her skin in the dim lighting. The view nearly made Ashai forget about the underwear, which was deeply wedged into the cleft of her ass and barely visible until you reached the crack or her lips. The urge to slap her cake or pull up on the thong grew exponentially with every second, but Ashai resisted, deciding to bide her time for something better and more influential in the long run. A shame as she let the flap settle down to its original position, half of her cheeks still in view of the pink haired vai. The imagined sound of the slap in her head could never compete with the real thing.

Standing up and taking note of Isha and the still empty store, Ashai had a thought come through her head that prompted a devious grin.



“Isha dear,” she interrupted the jewel smith who had still not finished yet “I couldn’t help but notice how poor this yellow scrap was tied to your back. Do this yourself, I take it?”

Isha looked up finally and registered what she had heard, turning around in her seat to see Ashai standing behind her.



“Oh, well yes that was me of course,” she replied defensively “Is something the matter with it? It should still be fine I think,”

“Hmm, maybe, but I think an adjustment is in order. The poor thing looks like it could slip and undo itself at any moment. I could help do that for you if you wish,”

As she finished her offer, Isha reflected on the day so far and realized with a light burn on her face just how many times her tits had slipped out or bounced. Somewhat skeptical, Isha looked her in the eyes and replied “You-, You’d honestly do that for me?

“I wouldn’t mind, no. Unless you want to keep up your incidental exposures. Something tells me that you enjoy them, and many others in town like the show you’ve put on today,” Ashai teased.

“Absolutely not!” her face turning a deeper red. “This is all just another case of bad luck. Anyways, I’ll take you up on that offer. Let’s go to the storage room for it,” she suggested while standing up next to her.



“Oh no need, I’ll be sure to make this quick and effective,” Ashai said as she spun Isha around quickly making her breasts swing for a moment. Without notice, she then pulled on and unraveled her top in a single tug, leaving her melons to fall and rest with the empty store to see without obstruction. A small shriek left Isha’s mouth as she felt the sudden movement in her bosom and went to cover them, only to be beaten by Ashai’s own hands that couldn’t even cup them fully.

“Hmm, you never stop growing so nicely, do you Jewel? I’m positive they’re bigger than the last time I properly held them when Aurie was in town,”

Isha was now blushing like the rubies she held in storage, lowering her arms as Ashai beat her to her chest first.



“First of all,” she started “You will refer to me as Isha like everyone else. It may be my real name but not the one you should know me as. Second; do NOT bring up Aurie, I’m still annoyed at how you made things go for everyone. Third; can you let my breasts go? I see no reason for this,”

“Alright Alright sure, and this part is actually important. I just need to get an idea of your rack size before I start tying,” she explained. Isha let out a defeated sigh to the ceiling as Ashai started to feel her bosom more and more intimately, for research of course. She started with some simple tossing of them in her hands, meat spilling out over each one as they bounced up and down and up and down. Following this, her hands moved to the front with her arms to their sides as she lightly clenched and released, and then again with feeling. Isha couldn’t help but flinch at such and gave Ashai a stern scowl, only to be met with her happy smile. Next, her fingers closed in one the ends of her areolas to pinch and push in on them continuously. Isha’s mouth failed to prevent a moan escaping as her knees buckled into each other slightly.



“Still one of your weak points eh Isha? Such fragile jugs you have, their milk must be a delicacy if you ever become a mother. You could even sell it with your other wares,” Ashai continued to tease.

“S-shut up already and tie the top,” Isha pleaded. She silently prayed no one would walk in to see her like this, she could never face them again. Ashai finished her fun and grabbed the wrap to begin tying. “Now hold still for me until I finish, nearly there. And don’t look down until I’m done,” she said. Confused, Isha did as she asked, regaining her composure in the meantime. It did not take long until it was finished, but she felt rather odd with the result.



“Ta-Daa!” Ashai said as she finished her wrapping. With a confused face, Isha went to a nearby mirror to examine the results and gasped in shock. Ashai decided that the best way to fix this and enjoy herself at the same time was to make a tie-front shirt, or tube top in this case. Tube top at this point was generous too, as the garment was wrapped so many times it appeared more as a ribbon. While far from a bad job and better than what was there moments ago, it had the opposite effect that Isha desired this morning and showed far too much.



The tie being below her breasts resulted in them being pushed up to a degree Isha didn’t even know was possible for her. The cleavage became more abundant and overflowing compared to the deepness it had prior. The tie was also much tighter than the original which led to not only consistent peaks of her areolas, but her nipples poking through the wrap at all times. A close view or the right lighting could make their deep purple color show through as well. Isha turned to Ashai with haste and anger in her eyes, not noticing her knockers moving abundantly without care.



“Ashai! This is not what I meant by you fixing my top, this is even worse than before!”

“Hmm, are you sure? It works well with the rest of your outfit with how much you’re showing. Besides, it looks cute. You pull it off better than any Hylian women I’ve seen do. This is also far more secure than the other, you should be thanking me!” Ashai finished but thought again quickly. “Well, maybe you’d find a way to slip out of it seeing what you’ve done so far today alone. Maybe the better option would be to just leave it all hanging hmm?”



Isha almost considered what she said until those last remarks, bringing her anger to a boiling point.

“Alright, I’ve had enough of you and your insults for today. Either buy something or you and your shabby fashion can get out of my store!” She exclaimed with passion and a jiggle throughout her body as she stomped her foot down, not noticing the feeling of the air across her skin. Ashai glanced down briefly beyond her “jewels” and saw what Isha had not. She wanted to stay but decided she had pressed her enough for the day, this was the most enjoyment she’s had in weeks. She moved the stool slightly as if it was in her way and turned around.



“Fine, fine, my bad for sticking out my hand to help you. I have a book club I need to prepare for anyways,” she replied with a fake sense of regret in her voice walking away from her. “Oh and one more thing my friend, you may want to trim that garden of yours if you want to wear something so small. Great choice in colors though!” she remarked as she left the building with a laugh. Isha was puzzled for a moment until she realized what she had meant, and looked down past her chest. That stomp of hers was the last movement needed to finally make her skirt slide past her trunk, leaving all of her toned thighs, ass, and panties to the jewelry in the store. An annoyed breath leaving her mouth, she bent forward to pick the garment up quickly, failing to notice the stool upon one of its flaps.



A “RIIIP” resounded through the near empty store as Isha’s eyes widened realizing what she had just done. “No no no, oh please don’t tell me I just did that,” she begged to herself. The truth laid out to her in her hands as she held the skirt’s remains up and it’s completely ripped side opposite of the rip from earlier, and new rips like the original throughout the top.



To Be Continued

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Chapter 7: Closing Time



Isha retreated to the cramped storage room and pondered worriedly about what to do now, moving back and forth through the room. Each step now made small waves through her upper thighs and ass as it swayed side to side, barely contained by the pink thong which was near irrelevant now having been wedged up her ass for some time now outside of making her feel more clothed. It still held some movement back from her bottom and covered most of her pussy, but not nearly enough for what she had. Ashai’s top had done its job thus far of keeping her twins contained, while showing plenty of areolae and cleavage of course.



Isha looked down again at the torn skirt and wondered how she could go the rest of the day with it in this condition.

“I shouldn’t just ditch it completely, I might be able to still make it work. I just don’t know how well though…,” she thought to herself. For a moment, she wished Ashai were still here to at least offer an idea or two, but after what she did to her top, Isha considered it best she was away. Cara would be even better, being able to go home and maybe get her a sharwal or skirt to cover her more properly. Even a jacket or a duplicate of the top she wore would be nice.



“Ok Isha, come on. You’re a Gerudo merchant who makes accessories and weapons. Making something useful from this crap is possible. You just need a bit of time to thi-”

“Helloo? Is anyone here?” Isha’s train of thought was interrupted by a customer. “Nooo, Damn it!” Isha thought to herself.

“Um, Y-yes I’m here.” Isha replied hastily. “I’ll be out in just a moment, I’m…taking note of the inventory. Who’s there?”

“Ah, Isha. I was wondering if you were here. It’s me, Ramella. I’m back in town for a bit to drop off some earnings and wanted to see how your store was doing. May I come in?”



“No! No no, just give me a minute or two and I’ll be out to see you!” Isha replied with nervousness as she had to hurry and make a move. Ramella was a traveling Gerudo merchant, she often did trade with Gorons and Hylians as they often appreciated gems and Gerudo accessories more. Ramella had a partnership with Isha and Cara, doing trade and giving tips on bargaining or pricing with each other.



Isha let out a breath as she picked up the cloth’s remains and began to tie it around her curves haphazardly, anything was better than nothing at this point. Her original use of the skirt would no longer work as the rips were too deep and left too much exposed. Even when something did seem ok, the skirt seemed to move down with a mind of its own leaving her near bottomless.

She suddenly had a risky idea enter her mind, a gamble for sure but it was the best she had. Adjusting her thong for the first time since this morning, Isha weaved enough of the skirt under and over it so she could tie it together like her top was. Four ties later and she had made a skirt that didn’t immediately fall down and covered her intimates. The Sides of her thighs were left open, but at least her front and ample behind were covered well enough.



At least, she felt they were. Her breasts still bunched up as they were made it difficult to see all of her bottom front, making her not notice that a few stray strands of her muff greeted anyone who looked down long enough. Isha always had a hard time viewing her entire ass properly without a mirror, and now was no different with her doctored skirt failing to cover the sides of her cheeks and barely revealing the bottom of them as well. One last rushed look at herself and Isha sighed with relief and nerves, proud she was able to make anything out of what she had. She wanted to feel out the areas it covered more properly but was running out of time and did not want to potentially mess with it further, so she finally stepped out to greet Ramella.



“Vasaaq Ramella, sorry for the wait. I hope your travels treated you well” she said casually with an awkward smile and blush on her face.

Ramella was taken aback by the lovely and well exposed Vai before her, especially having never seen Isha like this. She wasn’t sure if her breasts were about to jump scare her with how they looked in the front tied yellow scrap, and she had never seen so much thigh before apart from her own. Ramella almost stared longer but caught herself before she could get lost in her finer features.

“Sa- Sav’saaba Isha. I um, did not know you had such a diverse wardrobe. Did you pick this up recently?”



“Oh no no, I had several mishaps today with the laundry, then the winds, and then Ashai, came by and, oh it’s a very long story ahaha,” Isha replied while unintentionally laughing forward. The lean showing more of her overflowing cleavage and areola well. Ramella unknowingly started to lean forward a bit as well before catching herself and standing straight.



The two women engaged in casual conversation for a few minutes, both sitting down behind the counter. Isha tried to keep her cool knowing she probably looked ridiculous while Ramelle tried her best to not stare too long at her thighs or bosom.

“Ah right, before I go,” Ramella started while pulling out a gem from her pocket. “I found this opal fragment for cheap when in some wetlands. I was wondering if it was useful at all but I wanted to check with you first, being an expert and all,”



“Aw, why thank you!” Isha gratefully said at the compliment. “Sure thing, let me get one of my smithing tools,” Isha got up and started moving without any tact for her wear. Feeling delighted from her friend’s presence and the opal, her hips swayed vivaciously in the brief steps it took from her seat a drawer. Ramella could do anything but not take notice of her friend’s huge rump in the skirt’s remains. Her eyes widened as she subtly leaned forward to see waves made in her cheeks with each step as the cloth barely covered anything of significance. Isha then started humming and bent forwards to open a drawer to find the tool she was searching for, not knowing of the magnificent view she was showing.



Ramella was baffled at how big her ass looked when not contained by a real skirt or anything. Her tush lightly shaking to the left and right as she searched hypnotized Ramella immediately, it was practically begging to be grabbed or slapped. Eyes wandering and looking more carefully, Ramella noticed a pink slip highlighting the tear of Isha’s bottom, nearly mistaking it for something much more intimate. This sight only lasted about 10 seconds, but it would remain in Ramella’s mind for the next 10 weeks at least.



“Aha, there you are!” Isha finally exclaimed, breaking her spell on Ramella and bringing out a small chisel perfect for the job. Ramella made sure to sit back up straight before Isha turned around, feeling oddly disappointed that she had found it so soon. Isha remained standing while observing the small piece of opal still contained some rock as Ramella scooched closer.

“Hmm, ok this should still be usable for an accessory at least. Let me teach you a thing or two before you leave,” Isha started. Ramella knew she was in for a long session but she never really minded her friends talking so passionately.



“Ores or Gems like this, while small, still contain some elemental properties within them. I hope you don’t run into any trouble out there, but throwing or breaking something like this could be helpful as a distraction or some fire power,”

“Even something small like this? Some Zoras were playing with it dropped down a few times with nothing happening,”

“Oh it can still happen, this one in particular has a lot of earth around it so impacting and getting a reaction from it would not come naturally” Isha continued while picking away the earth effectively from the opal. She was getting into a groove with it as Ramella continued watching with interest.

”Hey you should take a jab or two at this, could help you make some extra rupees along your travels quickly,” Isha said while handing the chisel and fragment to Ramella.



“Oh, uh sure I can try I guess. Just have to clear out the earth from the gem right?” she assumed while picking up where Isha left off, her movements starting clumsily while getting a proper hold of the thing.

“Just be careful to not mistake a part of the opal for earth, or strike too deep. Something like that would cause it to react and exp-”



CA-CHINK



Isha’s warning was interrupted by the sudden crack from Ramella in the opal, which then exploded with water, dousing the two women in water. The two screamed in surprise from the boom leaving Ramella top’s half soaked and Isha wet from head ornament to the end of her heels. Being a smaller opal, the reaction was not large enough to hit anything more than the ceiling and some walls with light splashes of water, leaving all the products and wares intact.



“Oh my goodness, Isha I am so sorry about that,” Ramella said while clearing her hair out and top from the water. Gerudo clothing had some particular design flaws when introduced with water, usually soaking up much of it instead of repelling. Ramella’s top now formed nicely over her standard breasts as it stuck closely.



“You didn’t get too wet as well, did you?” she asked before looking at Isha in a state that nearly made her jaw fall to the floor. Isha’s hair, ornaments, and accessories had clearly been hit but took the impact well, looking somewhat slanted at worst. The real sight to behold began at her chest and the yellow top. Despite hating it, Ashai’s front tie remained intact surviving the blast, hardly exposing more than before, position wise that is. The weak yellow being soaked resulted in the top being 90% see-through, her deep purple nipples now poking as fervently as they ever could. It stuck to her like a second skin and was hard to notice it even existed in the first place. Water continued to drip to the end and off of her nipples while lightly hitting the floor.



Having been standing when the boom occurred, her white skirt was also hit in both the front and back, along with her underwear. The white skirt with green swirls was akin to a soaked napkin sitting on one’s lap for dinner. Not a spot had been missed across her figure, and not a thing would be left to anyone’s imagination of those who wondered and dreamed “What does Isha look like in only her underwear?” With the skirt being essentially invisible, her thighs were bare and nothing was left to properly cover her buns. The wet skin of her junk made them an even better spectacle than before, shimmering and dripping in the store’s dim lighting. The last line of defense, Isha’s Pink Thong, stood no chance against the water, but did the best out of the 3 articles she maintained for better and worse. The hot pink was cooled greatly to a lighter shade, but was not as simple to see through like the others. While her vagina could only be seen up close, the many dampened scarlet hairs surrounding and covering the area were instead beyond visible with virtually no covering now.



As Isha finally wiped some water out of her face, the cold sensation and realization of her situation came crashing down on her like a waterfall as she opened her eyes and looked downward. In her mind, a great scream occurred with her mouth opening for it, but her body was too stunned and cold to let one out. She sent one hand down to her sex and breasts, with the latter making an audible squish as one breasts slid out into the open against her wishes. She looked at Ramella with a stunned expression from her seeing her so bare, neither knowing what to say for a few moments.



“I, I’m so sorry. I didn’t mean,” Ramella tried to comfort her friend but her words were lost at the situation and in the view of the beautifully wet Gerudo.

“I know, I know. I’ll be ok, but I think you should go now. I’m going to close up shop for today and you have somewhere to be, right?” Isha said understanding but with an annoyed implication.

“Yea, I do, yes.” Ramella said defeated. “I hope you have a good evening at least and a safe trip home,” Ramella said while heading out. Isha remained covering herself until those last words properly reached her mind. She stumbled near the store front wanting to call her back, but it was too late. She now had to find a way home with her wet remains.



Chapter 8: The Town’s Jewel



Isha turned off the outside lights for Starlight Memories to prevent anyone from coming in for business. While the store now seemed empty, Isha still remained inside contemplating her situation. She regretted turning Ramella away so quickly without at least thinking to ask for help like a spare set of clothes or even a towel! Needing ideas and privacy, she once again returned to the storage room. She figured her best bet at this point was to let the things dry as best they could while thinking of a plan. The Gerudo Vai slipped off her top as her globes settled naturally, in a erotic layer set by the water. She lowered her panties and skirt slightly before simply clicking her heels together and letting them fall naturally with a plop. The little trick brought a light smile to her face. She laid out the garments wherever she could find along with a ruby ore close by to try and help the process. Walking around the room as nude as she sleeps, Isha had to look back and just laugh at the situations she had been through today.



“Oh Hylia, what did I do to deserve this? I’ve been a good enough Vai to not have this happen to me right?” She said to the ceiling in disbelief. Thinking of what to do next, Isha came to a conclusion; she’d just have to risk it home. It was approaching the evening and most people would be taking a class or closing up shop as it got darker. On the other hand, some people enjoyed the night hours with it being cooler and more quiet. A run home in the clothes as they were would quickly devolve into her streaking with her cover slipping or falling off remarkably fast. She could easily envision her humps swinging beyond her control as the top maybe slid down to her abs, if at all. And her ass.



Oh Hylia, they would be as loud as BONGOS once the thong stopped holding them back, as if it did already. A sense of warmth enveloped her thinking of this more, but she knew it was the worst option. The fewer people that see her, the better, and that was best achieved from taking it slow and steady. Looking down at her chest, pussy, and then her ass (as best she could), she accepted the situation and made her peace.



“Phewww, I hope too many people don’t see me…at least they’ll be enjoying me and my natural charms,” she reasoned to herself while holding her perky, damp breasts. The thought of such gave her a slight warmth down below which made her blush and feel like a crazy person.



After about 35 minutes passed, Isha’s clothes had finished drying as best as they could. She could wait longer but the changes would be minimal, she summarized, so best to rip off this embarrassing band-aid. Checking the clothes, they all still felt heavy with water and dripped slowly. Disappointed but not surprised, she tried to wring them out and put them on as best she could.



“Goddess, I hate to admit this Ashai but your idea is best for this scenario. Hope you’re happy,” she said to herself as she performed a front tie on the damp scrap of a top. She then grabbed the skirt and thong combo’s soaked remains and slipped them on, feeling a tingling sensation as she got the thong as deep into her as before. Letting out a quiet purr, Isha walked around the storage room briefly to see if any good adjustments could be made and getting accustomed to the upcoming struggle. Everything felt as cold and heavy as before, her melons and moons bouncing rhythmically with each other as water bounced off or dripped from them. Leaving the storage room, she viewed herself from the mirror once again, fixing what she could of her outfit. She tried to reason with her top specifically, attempting and failing to raise it up and show less of her circles or hide her nips.



As Isha thought of a route to take home that would avoid most people, her stomach swirled with thunderwing butterflies with dread and excitement. A smile crept up on her face as her teeth bit down over her lips, but she quickly batted it away to stay focused. “Ok…Ok Isha, here I go!”



Isha peeked out of the store’s front door to the left and right, scouting which way seemed busier and fastest. It was now dark enough for it to be difficult to see normally without torches or street lamps to her benefit, and becoming darker by the minute. The left was more direct but contained a mother and daughter buying fruits from a vendor, meanwhile the right had an empty vendor that was more out of the way, the same one who saw Isha’s trip up earlier today. Past that were some avenues with little lighting, so it may end up being the best option she figured.



“Augh, of course you’d still be up this late. Well, guess you get a second serving of me then,” she admitted begrudgingly. She began her adventure home in a brisk walk similar to when she left home, only this time with cover 100 times worse. The clack of her heels against the stone felt far louder than ever before, along with the feeling of motion from her legs to her ample chest. Passing by the vendor, she stole a quick glance at her to see a surprised expression on her face. This made her use a hand to try and cover her face as she sped up, unknowingly giving her a better show as she increased the waves and droplets from her posterior. On top of this, it also lowered her bottom garments more to reveal a generous amount of ass crack and the top of her garden.



Continuing through the alley way already embarrassed, she poked her head around the corner of the homes to make sure no one was there. Seeing her chance, she progressed at a standard speed so her drums didn’t start to make any noise. About halfway through, a door behind her suddenly creaked open and a lamp light appeared! Startled, the Vai began to book it as she stepped out and closed their door, turning to see someone running with a big behind but not identifying anything more. She stopped at the next corner to calm herself and check her clothes. Her bottoms were fast approaching the rims of her ass and revealed most of her bush, she pulled them up quickly but was dismayed to see them slide down a fifth of the way upon doing so. “Damn it,” she whispered to herself, having to accept their gravity and them likely not lasting much longer. She was about to check and adjust her top as well before she started to see a light on the floor approaching her slowly. That person probably heard her curse and wanted to see what had happened!



Not wanting to explain herself, she returned to making her way home through the town streets. The next corner had a dead end and what seemed to be someone approaching her position with a lamp. She wanted to let them approach as there was another avenue in between them, but the light from behind turned into her direction. “Oh Hylia, why does this have to happen like this?” she mentally complained and cursed her luck. Not having the time to wait, she made her way down the avenue, dreading whoever she might see with the lamp.



“Sa’oten! Isha is that you?” a familiar voice called out a few feet in front of her. Isha recognized it as Pyra and was surprised, at least she had seen her already today.

“Hiii Pyra, listen, I can’t talk right now. Busy day at work and I’m itching for bed, you know? Ok bye have a good evening,” She blurted out trying to keep the conversation short. Pyra was still surprised at the view though and could not let it go so easily.

“Oh My, are you a streaker?! I had no idea someone would be daring enough to do so. Must be a good feeling huh?”

“W-what? No I am not! I just,”



“Ah I get it, that’s why your clothes this morning looked so daring. You’re trying to practice! I used to streak around my house a bit but wow, I never figured we’d have a town one. Gotta say, I’m glad it’s you of all people. I can never get enough of your lovely figure and certainly your great ass. Perda and I were jealous this morning.”

Isha had to stop for a second and look at her in disbelief from what she had just heard, feeling flustered among confusion and surprise.

“Well, I’ll let you keep on your little streak. I think I’ll nickname you “The Jewel of the Gerudo”! You’ll get up to ditching those clothes soon, as nice as they look on you. Sav’orr!” she said, looking her up and down with a smile and leaving a nice firm smack on her bongos as she passed her. Isha let out a small yelp from the feeling as Pyra walked past her letting out a small laugh. “What just happened??” she thought to herself before remembering her condition.



Moving forwards, Isha’s luck was on her side as few people were on the same streets as her. This good feeling led her to neglect her clothes once again however as her thong skirt was halfway down her figure and her top made her breasts sag greatly from the water. Her body continued to jiggle and bounce in a way that people would pay thousands to see in the coming moonlight. About one minute from her home, Isha stopped in an alley briefly, happy about her progress. She was almost home and almost having a decent time of this, until a sudden current of winds came through with a chilled air.



Isha barely had time to brace herself before the winds reached her and blew against her barely clothed body. Being as strong as the ones earlier today when she saw Ashai, the winds were able to blow her skirt up and out of her hand's controls. Fearing a repeat of earlier, Isha quickly pulled down hard on the dress to make sure it would stay in place. Unfortunately, she did this as soon as the sudden gust was leaving and was the cause of the garment’s damage this time. Thinking she did alright, her face quickly changed from confident to appalled seeing the tatters of her skirt now in her hands and at her feet. The thong remained in one piece, but was stretched beyond its design and loosely hung at her hips. The damp skirt stood no chance for such opposing forces and crumbled under the pressure. In denial, Isha bent down on all fours to retrieve what she could of the skirt. “No No Nooo, you just needed to last a little longer,” she cried out in despair.



Her senses returned slowly and too late as she heard a door creak open behind her and quickly whipped her head around as someone was stepping out.



“Hey is everything alright out her- OH MY HYLIA!” The Hylian Jules reacted as she caught the mythical sight of Isha down on all fours in front of her. She couldn’t believe everything she saw in those few seconds but what she did would be burned into her mind like lightning. Isha’s exceedingly damp and loose pink panties for once failed to cover her grown lips with the light breeze causing the hairs to wave in her direction. The peaks of her ass seemed like whole moons as they reflected moonlight off of them thanks to the fallen wet skirt. While she couldn’t see her breasts, Isha’s expression more than made up for it looking like a deer facing a fire. A red burn marked her face as her mouth was in an adorable O shape. Both frozen in fear held their positions for maybe 20 seconds before the sounds of a neighbor jumped Isha’s reaction time.



With speed akin to Riju’s Lighting, Isha began sprinting towards the next corner in her heels as her big ass clapped with every step of the way. Jules remained in her position seeing and hearing the moment with the pink panties acting useless and decorating the disappearing sight even more. Jules’s neighbor finally came outside and asked what the commotion was about, only to hear her say “There was a beautiful angel…,” before she collapsed.



Mortified about what just happened, Isha continued to run and run, not paying attention to where. It didn’t matter to her, not after how she had just completely flashed Jules in the way she did. Her mind was running more than she was thinking about their next encounter, it just made her want to faint! Isha continued her stride until she had to catch her breath near a small tile spring they had in town. Her heart was beating so fast, her body felt so warm, it was all so dangerous yet exciting. Isha felt her panties at her feet and pulled them up subconsciously, making sure to go as deep as possible within her but to no avail. They were completely spent and loose on her hips now, and far more wet than before which she also did not notice. Catching her breath and gathering herself again, she tried to make sense of where she was now.



She realized that she had overshot her home by about a 30 second walk. “Well, I’m at least closer than I was before,” she at least gave herself. Underwear somehow still clinging to her figure, Isha continued with a wet feeling between her heavenly thighs and a change to her bosom. That last sprint and the heaving she did loosened the top up greatly, now her nipples were exceptionally visible and on the verge of release again. Against her better judgement, she decided to leave it be and just take it slow to avoid another encounter. Isha continued to patrol carefully and keep her senses sharp for anyone coming by, this became particularly difficult as the sporadic clap of her ass cheeks distracted her often.



Finally having made it to the alley with her home, Isha breathed a sigh of relief glad to see her doormat, although it was a little crooked from the heavy winds throughout the day. With no one appearing in the alley, she made her way down the doors to her own. She was practically skipping with excitement letting everything she had swing, bounce, jiggle and shake in delight of how far she had come. She walked up in front of the doormat, opened the door, and stepped inside, immediately sliding against the wall side of the door as it closed next to her. With her legs open, she stretched up to the ceiling and sighed letting out a chuckle from the day she had.





“My oh my Isha, that garden of yours really is huge now. I appreciate the view,”



Her comfort being her downfall one final time tonight, Isha’s eyes widened in horror as she saw Ashai placing several teacups on a saucer on a wood table. “...I don’t own a wooden table,” Isha’s mind suddenly solved as one of many questions she had right now. She looked around more carefully and realized that this house wasn’t hers at all! Neither did she leave her own door unlocked this morning. Isha looked at Ashai one more time standing before her, taking in her beautiful body as she sipped some tea and did a light wave to her. She rocketed up not noticing that the end of her top was caught in the door, causing it to unravel and her headlights tumble out once more in natural bliss. Ashai could only smile at the view and embrace the moment, while Isha was stunned once again.



Not caring to engage with her again today, Isha spun around on her heels and tried to open the door. But it stayed shut, only causing a noise to rattle through the house as Ashai admired the waves and quivering of her absolute dump truck, adorned with the loose pink thong.

“Hey Ashai, is everything all right down there? What’s with all the noise?” A voice from upstairs yelled throughout the house making Isha stop in her position and look up in fear. She then spun around again to Ashai who wore a devious smile across her lips.



“Please Don’t,” Isha silently mouthed with a begging look in her eyes. Ashai strolled up to her and held a finger over her lips, holding the same expression.

“I’m all right girls, just thought I heard something scampering outside” she replied while looking Isha in her eyes. “I’ll be up with the tea in just a moment, still pouring some for everyone,”

“Oh alright, can’t wait to start your book club. Thanks again for organizing it,”



“And thank you for hosting us! I won’t be long,” Ashai finished as she removed her finger for Isha’s lips. “Stay right here, I’ll be right back, alone of course,” She said as she went to take the saucer of hot tea cups upstairs, looking down at her while moving up. Isha had mostly calmed down but was still in shock at everything happening. She remained in place as Ashai instructed, mainly not to cause any noise and raise suspicion from the book club upstairs. Ashai returned downstairs a moment later and got close to Isha so they could whisper and talk.



“I see you took my advice to heart and got rid of those clothes on you. Having fun?” she asked in a sultry tone.

“Of course not, this is awful! She replied in a hushed whisper.

“Mmhmm, you sure seemed happy to walk in and show me your flower wide open like that. Not to mention, I saw you kept my top tie from earlier. I knew you’d like it. I must say though, your style of panties is surprising to me. Or rather, the style you wear them,” Ashai hooked her index finger in the thong at the end of her sentence and tugged it high into Isha, getting a sensitive expression to appear on her face along with a blush.



“Again, shut up! You’re completely wrong about all this, now let me go already,”

“Oh don’t worry I plan to, just one quick condition to that,” Ashai said as she relinquished her finger from the poor undergarment.

“Sometime in the future, I need you to do a favor for me. Whatever I ask with simple compliance. Do we have a deal?” Isha looked at her skeptically and considered her options. What she could cook up could be worse than today, but maybe she’d be lenient?

“Hmm, you know, I’m sure my club would like to know why a nude Vai tried to break into her home, especially after flashing someone so obscenely!”



“Alright alright, fine. I accept your terms for the favor,” Isha said begrudgingly with a pout.

“Good dear, now why don’t you head home now and have a good rest, I’m sure you must be overcharged from the excitement,” Isha simply glared at Ashai while she finished speaking and opened the door properly. Stepping outside, Isha spotted her doormat and instinctively bent down to inspect. “Oh, Thank Hylia!” she said aloud, happy that her luck turned around for this as the key remained under the mat still.



“Thank Hylia indeed,” Ashai muttered as she let off a fast and sharp SMACK to Isha’s cake. It jiggled better than jello and the sound reverberated through the quiet night for all to hear. Isha jolted up at the sudden offense and glared daggers at Ashai, who had a light kiss to blow her way as she finally closed the door and twirled her forgotten scrap of a top. Hurrying to her REAL door with the doormat in tow, Isha placed it down and used her key to walk inside her home finally.



She let out an exasperated sigh while waddling to her bathroom to clean herself up. Reflecting on the day and all its moments, Isha was surprised to admit to herself that she didn’t hate every single second of it. While some parts she could look back on and laugh, she would never want to experience something like this again. But who knows how her luck will turn out for her in the future, or what Ashai might have planned.



For now though, Isha took a nice and hot shower and stayed in a towel for the night while eating some creamy mushroom soup leftovers. She made thorough plans to tackle her laundry early tomorrow morning, having washed two full outfits tonight to prevent this from happening again so soon. With a heavy yawn, Isha shed her towel and decorated herself in her most liked jewelry and nothing else before crawling into bed. Under the covers, her lovely body sunk into the bed as she had a well-deserved and restful sleep.



The End