Twilight Baker

Chapter 2: The Alchemist and the Shop Keeper

 

 

Tiffani wasted little time in securing her quarry in her grasp, making use of her superior size she pulled the small girl into her arms. Tiffani reached out to pluck a fresh slice of pie from the table, holding the struggling girl to her chest with her free arm. “You look hungry” Tiffani held the tasty treat before Roronas lips. “Come on, just a little bite. It’s good for you”

 

Rorona refused to taste of the forbidden pie, her lips pursed in silent defiance of the offered sweet. What Rorona had yet to realise was just how cunning and decisive this new Tiffani could prove. While Rorona was consumed in resisting the womans frontal assault the fingers of her left hand slipped stealthily around her side to strike where she had least anticipated. Tiffani’s long agile fingers touched and caressed Roronas side, tickling and preying upon her most vulnerable points within her reach. The ruse succeeded as she had anticipated, her young captive bursting into fits of barely contained laughter. Tiffani pounced upon the opening as it appeared, forcing the tainted treat past Rorona’s lips. Acting on instinct Roronas sense followed several seconds behind the rest of her, ensuring that the tainted cake had already been bitten off, chewed and swallowed before the reality of the situation finally dawned upon her.

 

“That’s a good girl” Tiffani’s motherly tone calming Rorona even as her mind panicked. Rorona could barely comprehend what was to come, her fear lead to panic, her panic helped to spread the magical essence through her body. How would she know when the infection took hold, was there even a hope of maintaining any lingering memory of who she was-

 

“Is it just me?” Tiffani asked. “Or is it becoming rather warm in here” Tiffani reached up to caress the tie of her apron around her waist, a single pull was all that was necessary for the two strands of fabric to come apart, lifting the light, frilly material over her head she cast the unnecessary garment aside.

 

With her apron removed she reached up to the top clasp of her sea blue top between her fingers, beginning to release the small clasp holding it in place, descending one by one down her front. Without a thought or hesitation Roronas hands lunged forward to hold the released clasp in place before it could fall open, clearly some small sense of prudence still remained. Tiffani leapt at the opportunity to clasp at Roronas chest in her hands while she was detracted, squeezing and rubbing the soft mounds in her palms. “You’re so soft; I wish I was still young”

 

Rorona felt herself being swept up in the moment, leaning forward Rorona pressed her face into Tiffani’s heaving bosom. “You’re very pretty Ms Tiffani” Rorona cooed softly, listening the soft beat of Tiffanis heat in her chest.

 

“You’re so sweet little one” Tiffani passed her free fingers through Roronas cherry pink hair in a gentle caress. “Never surrender that sweet innocence of youth” Tiffani sighed softly, taking in the serene silence of their surroundings. “We’re all alone now, I think it’s time for…” she purred. Her free fingers drifted down her front, her deft fingers releasing the tie of her skirt. With no support the light fabric fluttered to the floor. “Oh, there it goes”

 

Roronas breath caught in her throat. The very idea that she would be standing in front of Miss Tiffany while she was dressed, or not dressed, as she-

 

“I loved my husband with all my heart” Tiffany said. “But in his absence I’ve found there is nothing better left in this world than the touch of a young girl”

 

Tiffani wrapped her arms around Roronas shoulders, leaning forward to caress her lips against Roronas. “Come here you” 

 

Tiffani pressed her lips to Roronas, Rorona fought to maintain her composure as the combination of alchemetical pie and pleasure circled through her… 

 

 

 

 

Roronas eyes flickered open. The warm glow of morning sunlight pierced through the fluttering curtains across the workshop. As her mind returned to reality she pulled herself up on her sofa, having unknowingly been redressed into her clothes. In the back of her mind she promised herself she would never use the magic of the pie again.

 

 

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Several months had passed Roronas discovery of the Twilight Pie and she continued the long struggle to maintain her workshop. In her travels Rorona had met a travelling performer in the town square, the girls name was Lionela Heinze, but Rorona had simply nicknamed her Liona. It seemed despite her profession Liona’s social anxiety confined her circle of friends to her two performing puppets. When she performed she was so confident and graceful like a proud lion, but the moment the performance ended she became a mouse once more.

 

After some persuasion and encouragement Lionela had agreed to come and hang out at the workshop for the day. Rorona hoped that by spending some time together with her friend would help her come out of her shell and overcome her anxiety.

 

Shortly before Liona arrived Rorona finished preparing an array of fresh snacks for the two of them. However unbeknownst to Rorona her Master had chosen to secrete a sample of freshly made ‘pie’ amongst the assorted snacks. Her master considered it something of an experiment as well as another opportunity to psychologically manipulate her young pupil in equal measure.

 

 

Lionela and Rorona sat in the alchemy workshop, nibbling idly on snacks as they talked on varied topics of travel, alchemy and their time shared together. Lionela took an innocent bite of pie and began to fall uncharacteristically quiet, her gaze descending into her lap.

 

“Liona?” Rorona asked with deep concern twitching in her voice.

 

“You know” Lionela looked up, a devilish glint in her golden eyes. “You really are cute”

 
“Oh no” Rorona sighed.