Magnet

TITLE: Magnet
AUTHOR: WotanAnubis
DISCLAIMER: I don't own these characters and am not making a profit.
RATING: R
PAIRING: Pratty/Sugar; Sugar/Sanary; Pratty/Razzy


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Part 1


The blade of the sword caught the light impressively as Pratty held it up into the air. But then again, it was forged to look impressive. Her client had been very specific about that.

"It looks very good, Master Pratty," Sugar said, hovering near the forge.

"Yes," said Pratty. She experimentally swung the sword through the empty air a few times. "And you can also use it for fighting."

Sugar smiled. "You're always willing to go that extra mile, aren't you?"

"I don't know about that," said Pratty, putting the sword away. "I guess I just don't like the idea of a useless sword."

"I think that's what makes you the Craftlord of Iron."

"Sugar..." said Pratty. "Anyway, thanks for the help."

"I didn't really do much," Sugar said. "You've become skilled enough to forge without my help."

"Hah, maybe that's true. Still, thank you," Pratty said, kissing Sugar on the cheek.

A red blush spread all over Sugar's face and she raised a hand touch the place where Pratty had kissed her. "M-master Pratty..." she whispered.

"Well, I'm covered in soot and dirt. I'm gonna go take a bath."

"Y-yes," Sugar stammered. "All right."

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One of the nice things about being a Craftlord was that one got free use of the facilities of Wystern's Central Tower. And one of these facilities was a bathroom larger and more luxurious than Pratty had ever seen. White and blue carpets and tapestries hid the fact that the walls and floor were made of steel and the large bathtub in the floor looked as if it had been chiseled from the finest white marble. Pratty didn't know if it actually had been chiseled from the finest white marble, but it certainly looked like it did.

Pratty turned open the water taps and began taking off her clothes, starting with the layers of protective leather. Pratty loved her work as a blacksmith, but she was always happy when she could take off that armour. She felt a lot freer without all that stuff. After the leather landed on the floor with a dull thud, the rest of her clothes soon began following it. She was in the middle of taking off her bra when a sudden thought flashed through her brain, freezing her on the spot.

She'd kissed Sugar!

OK, so it had just been a friendly peck on the cheek, but the Guardian Beast was bound to misinterpret it. And things had been going so well lately. Sugar hardly ever voiced her intent to marry her any more. Maybe she'd finally moved on. But now that she'd kissed her, Sugar was probably going to get her hopes up again. But because it just wouldn't be fair to let Sugar live with that delusion, Pratty decided to carefully explain things to her as soon as possible. But first she was going to take her bath.

Casually flinging her panties onto the heap of clothes, Pratty slipped into the hot water and felt herself relax, her whole body unwinding.

OK, so she'd explain to Sugar about the kiss. But what would the explanation have to be? Not that that little peck didn't mean anything, because that wasn't true. It was just, you know, a token of Pratty's appreciation. A symbol of close friendship, not romantic affection.

Right.

Just friendship.

Pratty sighed happily, enjoying the bath. She really ought to start reaching for the soap or something, but it felt so nice just sitting there that the whole cleaning up thing could wait for a while. She closed her eyes and let her mind drift to nowhere in particular. Before she really realised it, she had one hand between her legs, lightly touching herself with her fingertips. Once she did realise it she was briefly shocked back to reality before drifting away in a cloud of contentment again. After all, like the bath, her hand too felt nice. And because Sugar was with her almost all the time, Pratty rarely masturbated.

Deciding not to bother with some silly fantasy, Pratty leaned back slightly, spread her legs a little further and touched herself. The warm water made everything feel a bit different, but nice all the same. She leisurely stroked her slit and moved up to circle her clit with her middle finger. A soft moan escaped her lips and her juices began mingling with the water. She began using two fingers to stimulate her clit and as she did so her movement became less leisurely and more urgent. When she'd just started experimenting with masturbation she'd soon learned that playing around with her clit could either give her a quick and powerful orgasm or masses of frustrating lust.

Her fingers working more and more rapidly, Pratty's eyes screwed shut even tighter, her teeth clenched. The smouldering embers of her arousal were flaring up, no longer content to lazily enjoy her body, but desperately needing, demanding, an orgasm. She began moaning with every breath she took, her body tensing for an orgasm she could feel coming, but never came. Pratty started stimulating her clit with her left hand, freeing up the fingers of her right hand to enter her own soaking pussy. She moved in and out of herself with two fingers, knowing that that wasn't quite enough, but also knowing that three was just two much. Working herself with both hands, Pratty could feel herself teetering on the brink of her release, but she... just... couldn't...

... master pratty...

Suddenly Sugar was there in the bathtub with her, one hand on Pratty's shoulder, the other between her legs.

... allow me...

Pratty groaned as her body shuddered, orgasm washing through her. She pulled her fingers out of herself, but kept fingering her clit as she rode the ecstacy. With one last gasp, Pratty fell still as her orgasm passed, leaving intense satisfaction in its wake.

Pratty sighed and opened her eyes. Sugar was nowhere to be seen. Of course, that wasn't all that surprising since she had never really been there in the first place.

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Pratty's room was mostly dark when she got back. But someone who ventured into the Labyrinth almost daily didn't need much light to see by. Sugar was already asleep in bed. Their bed.

Pratty stood in the door opening and looked at Sugar's sleeping form.

Their bed. It had never really struck her as weird. Sugar was the Guardian Beast bound to her, so it made sense that she was always with her and that included sharing a bed. And anyway, even though Sugar could be a bit... persistent... during the day she had never tried anything while they were in bed together. The most intimate they ever got was Sugar holding her in her arms, or her holding Sugar in her arms. And there was absolutely no reason tonight would be any different.

Except that before tonight, Pratty had never impulsively kissed Sugar, and had certainly never thought of her as she masturbated.

So things would not be any different for Sugar. But they would be different for Pratty. And for some reason, that just didn't freak her out. Weird, really. She'd spent a lot of time dodging Sugar's affection and now she just wouldn't mind not dodging them.

Pratty walked through the darkness of her room, carefully taking off her clothes until she was only wearing her bra and panties and slipped underneath the covers. Sugar hardly stirred, but then again Pratty knew from experience that Sugar was a very deep sleeper. Pratty put an arm around Sugar and pulled her close until her breasts touched Sugar's back. The warmth and feeling of Sugar's body so nearby was familiar and pleasant and a little arousing.

Pratty's lips brushed Sugar's shoulder.

"Good night, Sugar," she said and closed her eyes.