Dawn came. Jasmine was about to roll out of bed, but then she remembered that she wasn't in a bed, and also that there was a fairy sleeping between her enormous tits, which she now had.
She lifted the bedroll slightly and peeked at her chest. Chamomile was still fast asleep, and she was curled up between Jasmine's boobs.
Wake her up, or not? Jasmine had work to do, apparently; that prophecy wouldn't fulfill itself. But Chamomile looked so cozy... This world was truly a place of difficult moral choices.
In the end, Jasmine decided to lay still for a little while, and if Chamomile wasn't awake in about an hour, Jasmine would wake her up.
Roughly half an hour later, Jasmine heard a deep yawn coming from between her boobs.
"Oh... That was the best sleep of my life..." Chamomile mumbled.
"I just woke up myself," Jasmine lied. "Ready for a day of adventure?"
Chamomile fluttered her wings and flew out from Jasmine's boobs.
"I wonder what we'll find in that outsider village?" Chamomile wondered out loud.
"Who knows?" Jasmine said. "But let's go find out!"
They packed up their things and moved on.
~~~~~ ~~~~~
The terrain past the river grew hilly. As the trees thinned out, the hills grew larger and rockier. Chamomile had no problem ascending them with her flight, but Jasmine started to tire of either going around the hills or climbing them. She hoped the obstacles didn't throw off her sense of direction.
"Chamomile, can you fly up and see if that town's anywhere nearby?"
"Sure!"
After a minute or so, Chamomile came back down.
"I see it! Big houses, hills, people, farms, piles of rocks... It's that-a-way!"
Chamomile dramatically pointed in what Jasmine thought was North. Good. They were close. They crested one last hill, and the town finally came into view.
It looked to be a mining town, with a few hundred buildings nestled between two enormous, bare hills. The buildings mostly seemed to be made of pastel painted stone, as well as orange clay tiled roofs; it was quite the charming sight, especially the huge clock tower that stood as the tallest building in town. A third hill off to the East seemed to be partly mined out; was it being quarried for stone or something else? Jasmine wasn't sure. To the West were several farms full of fruits, animals, and grains.
"Well, what are we waiting for?" Jasmine said. "Let's see if we can get familiar with the place."
"I wonder how they'll treat a fairy? I hope nicely."
Jasmine was about to go downhill to the edge of town, but she paused. How would they treat her? She was a large breasted girl with bunny ears. Did these miners discriminate against people like her?
There was only one way to find out, so Jasmine worked up the bravery to carefully climb down the hill.
~~~~~ ~~~~~
They made it down and walked the smooth paved stone roads. The first few townsfolk were ordinary humans, but then she saw an incredibly jacked catboy--more of a catman, to be honest--pushing a cart full of stone towards the East edge of town. Then there were some orcs, along with a few ordinary-looking cat people. All were dressed in basic fabrics in a wide variety of hues. A lot of the men and an unusually high number of women were glaring at her, and Jasmine wasn't sure if it was racism, horniness, or just the plain weirdness of seeing someone in an outfit like that walking next to a fairy.
"So where to?" Chamomile said.
"I dunno. I guess we could take our time, walk around, have a snack? We brought plenty of food, so the only thing we really need is a place to sleep."
Chamomile giggled. "We could always just sleep on a rooftop."
"I don't think they would approve of me sleeping on a rooftop," Jasmine said as she looked up at the hard roof of what looked to be an apartment building.
She spotted families playing near houses, men and women moving bags and wheelbarrows of things around, and horses and mules pulling bigger carts of things, though that jacked catboy looked like he could out-pull those farm animals easily. He and his cart were gone now, off to do whatever it was people with his musculature did: probably John Henry-esque feats of excellence.
In the center of town was a town square containing little parks and a lovely marble fountain; Jasmine was relieved to know that the plumbing around here was advanced enough to allow for that kind of construction.
Jasmine's attention was drawn when she saw a bunny woman, tall just like her, and with blonde hair that contrasted with her own. She too was wearing a leotard and fishnet stockings, although she had high heels.
"Hey, finally, another bunny girl!" she said in a seductive accent. "What brings you here? Looking to service the locals like me? Lemme tell you, I can barely keep up with the demand around here..."
"Ah, no," Jasmine said, "It's nothing like that... I'm Jasmine, by the way."
"And do my eyes deceive me or is that a real life fairy?"
"I, uh, hello outsider!" Chamomile said.
"Um, Chamomile," Jasmine said, "You're not in that forest anymore. You're the outsider."
"Whoops! Sorry miss."
"Uh-huh," the bunny woman said. "I'm Charlotte. Honestly, you two don't have to linger around, I was just happy to meet another bunny girl. Haven't seen one in months since I moved to the East."
Jasmine wanted to know more; the brief run-down on the world she got from the Guardian was rather vague.
"And why'd you move over to the East?" Jasmine asked. "I assume it's a lot better out here, right?"
"Oh, I planned on making a killing out in the frontier doing some kind of mining work and then retire to a life of comfort, but on day one I got so sick of it that I just decided to just bang the miners instead of chipping with them. Turns out that's more profitable than chiseling blocks out of hillsides, or gold panning up North. I still have the pickaxe scar I got on that day six months ago, look!"
Charlotte pointed to a dark patch of skin on her exposed thigh.
"Gnarly," Jasmine said.
"So what brings you here?" Charlotte asked. "Talking to you two, you look like you're girls on a mission."
"Well, we're actually here to--" Chamomile said before Jasmine shushed her.
"I wanted to explore the world with my fairy friend here. Long story short, I haven't gotten much of a chance to go out and learn about everything for myself, and neither did she."
"Ah, so just passing through? I assume you've been doing something to keep yourselves fed while traveling, right?"
"Well..."
"No shame in it. People can't get enough of bunny girls! Our cute ears and huge bazonkas just make everyone go wild. If you're looking for a place to stay, the Glimmering Star is looking for someone to do pole dancing tonight. I was gonna do it, but then like ten dudes booked appointments with me this evening."
Jasmine thought about it. Was stripping for burly mine workers really what she had in mind when she came here?
But it was a tantalizing opportunity. And she did need the money. Why not try it? She finally had a chance to make men hard. To be seductive. To be sexy. She never got a single opportunity like that in her old life. The closest she ever got to making people horny was once in college when a girl thought she was good looking.
Why not be confident? Why not go all in?
"I volunteer!" Chamomile said just before Jasmine could.
"I don't think they'll say no to you. But tell me something, are the rumors true? Can fairies really fit a twelve inch dick in them?"
"Uhhh... I knew another fairy who's special power was being elastic enough to swallow and regurgitate an entire watermelon, but that's about it, sorry. He could probably do it with dicks too..."
"Well, if you ever invite him over to town, tell that fairy that plenty of people will pay good money for that. I'd also pay to see a perfectly spherical fairy."
"I'd also like to make some cash," Jasmine said. "I'll go talk to the strip club owner."
"Oh, we're not fancy enough for a proper strip club, it's just a little bar."
~~~~~ ~~~~~
After saying their farewells, Chamomile and Jasmine headed to the Glimmering Star.
"Make some cash?" Chamomile asked.
"Yeah. That's how strip clubs work, you strip and then they throw money at you."
"I know you have to make money to live in places like this, since not everything is collectively used, but... ugh, being in a place where money defines everything just feels so weird. And it's even weirder that you're so into this..."
"Well, it's not all hunger for money. I'd also like to try my hand at turning on bar patrons."
"Good point. Just... Don't go overboard with greed."
They soon made it to the Glimmering Star, a windowless one story building on the taller side.
As soon as Jasmine stepped inside, she rolled her eyes. This was definitely more strip club than bar. Either Charlotte deliberately downplayed that element, or bars in this world were all like this. Three silky-smooth polished wooden poles. A currently empty stage, likely for musicians. A big dance area. The actual bar seating--currently empty--and tables made up less than half the building.
The blue lighting intrigued Jasmine; glowing orbs hung from the ceiling on little chains. Probably magic or something.
Jasmine approached the brown-haired catgirl bartender. Her tail perked up when she saw them.
"Howdy! What can I get for ya? I don't see a real-life fairy around here every day..." the cute woman said, purring slightly after she was finished.
