A Royal Rescue Adventure

A blissful stretch and a yawn started the morning of Pyana Apimana as she awoke in her hammock. She turned to the opposite side of the hammock and noted that it was devoid of a usual presence, her nocturnal angel who would likely remain sleeping for several hours. She thought it peculiar that her girlfriend would be absent from the hammock and assumed she had visited someone else during the night and fallen asleep there.

As Pyana climbed out of the hammock, an object that had been on the hammock with her suddenly slipped off. “Ah?” She uttered in puzzlement as the sound of it hitting the ground caught her attention. Once she was standing firmly on the ground she examined the spot where this object had landed and found it to be a large, yellow envelope.

She picked up the envelope and saw that not a word of written text was printed on it, but a small drawing of a pineapple was all she needed to see to know that it was for her. “Ehe~” She found it amusing that this was used to address her specifically, rather than her own name that she could at least recognize in written form.

Not wasting another second, Pyana opened the envelope and examined the contents. The only thing she found inside was a single photograph, one that sparked a noticeable reaction from her.

Clad in her royal best, Princess Lurella Atelier was depicted in the photo, suspended in the air by a vine coiled around her waist and securing her hands behind her back. She was looking directly at the viewer of the photo with an expression of distress on her face, as if urging whoever would see this picture to rescue her.

Directly beside the captive Lurella was the cause of her captivity, sitting slouched in a chair that seemed to be carved from the wooden wall behind her. A single vine emerged from Azalea's signature dress, providing the restraining and suspending of her catch. Her coy expression was locked on the viewer of the photo, taunting them with a playful wink as if urging them to just try to rescue the princess.

As she closed the photo inside the envelope again, Pyana took a deep breath and prepared herself, knowing what she would have to do. First she needed to properly dress herself. A satisfying breakfast was in order afterward, followed by a light jog. She considered even working in some surfing time.

In the realm of the human race, the tower holding the young princess within took the form of an enormous tree. It broke proverbial ceiling of treetops around it, standing out among them. Its mighty trunk was wide enough to neatly arrange at least four cars within its parameter.

“Mwahahahaa!” With an exaggerated flair, the evil queen of this castle sat upon her throne, feeling very amused with the antics she was stirring up. “Soon the little firefly will come rushing in to save you, and then I will have my revenge!” Azalea let herself spin in her seat, coming to a stop with her head slinking back across one arm rest and her legs dangling over the other.

Sitting on a small cushion beside Azalea's chair was the bait Azalea was using to secure her revenge. Princess Lurella's dainty hands did not bother fighting the black shackles locked onto their wrists. The purple jewels embedded in each cuff ensured that her magical abilities were suppressed. Her legs were extended out in front of her, with identical restraints locked on her ankles.

“Oh no... You fiend. How could you do this? You won't get away with it.” The most utterly deadpan tone wafted from Lurella's lips as her eyes remained locked on what WAS worth the attention of her hands. With a sleek black design and two screens, her little video game system was receiving the most of her attention at the moment.

A groan emerged from Azalea as she locked her eyes on her captive. “You could at least pretend to be interested. Don't you want to see your little girlfriend rush in here all heroic-like?” She grinned with amusement at the thought of Pyana doing just that, only to fail and be imprisoned alongside her precious princess.

“Not really.” Lurella responded flatly, her eyes just barely scrolling in Azalea's direction. “It's not like you're going to kill me, or her.” She turned her gaze back toward the screen and ruthlessly sent one of her in-game opponents careening into a bottomless pit. “Besides. You're dealing with beings of elemental magic, fire and ice respectively. You'd have no chance to capture us if you were truly a threat.”

“Ugh.” Azalea sat up and thrust left arm out, commanding the vines around her waist to move. “You are the complete personification of “no fun”. In that case, I suppose we'll just have to motivate your little prince to get here faster.”

Lurella's eyes shifted off of the game system as she detected the presence of vines moving toward her. “...Oh no.” She mumbled as she watched them coil around the chain linking her ankles together. She clutched the electronic device securely as her legs were pulled into the air and her body was turned toward the castle ruler's throne.

“Now then, little princess.” Azalea began as she commanded her vines to secure Lurella's ankles onto the left arm rest of her seat. “I think you could should lighten up a bit.” Her hands worked to undo the ribbons of Lurella's sandals as she spoke these playful words. “Have some fun. Maybe a few laughs.” With the elegant footwear cast aside, Azalea set her sights on the dainty little feet now bared before her, eager to have some fun herself.

“Are you still playing that thing?” Azalea questioned incredulously as she witnessed Lurella remaining focused on her favorite racing game despite the situation she was in.

“Oh no go on, it's fine.” Lurella's stoic little voice emerged from behind the system. “I can use you to test my skills.” A little smirk crept onto her face as she paused the game just shy of the start of a race, waiting for Azalea to do as she pleased with her feet.

With an annoyed scoff, Azalea slumped in her seat, glaring over at the small girl who was now lying on her back beside the throne. “You're not making this fun for me at all.” She muttered as she moved to take Lurella's delicate feet into her hands. The mere touch upon them seemed to wash away any irritation that had been bubbling within her. She let her hands gently sweep across them as if strumming a harp.

Almost immediately a flaw in Lurella's plan emerged in the form of a sputtering sound from her lips, which resulted in much saliva spraying onto her skin. “Ohffwahahahaaa!” Her lips quickly gave way and began to spew laughter as the sensation persisted. “Nihi~ Iihihi~ I-I-Iiihi~” Tiny squeaks of laughter began to bubble out of her lips as she did her best to remain focused on the race despite the distraction and screen obstruction.

Lurella's dainty feet nuzzled together nervously, the left blocking access to the right as Azalea's fingers gently fluttered across them. The plant girl let out a content coo as she seized the largest digit of the former and moved it aside. She giggled playfully as she let her fingers wiggled across the now unobstructed appendage, only for its twin to pull out of her grasp to protect it. “My my. It seems someone wants to be the center of attention.” She grasped the left foot in the entirety of both hands, placing one on the top of the foot while the other cradled, caressed and lightly tickled the sole.

“Ee-eehehek!” Lurella's entire body bounced the exact moment the left set of toes spread about. “Ehehehe~” Her lips were curled into a permanent smile as she struggled to keep her attention locked on the game before her. She was determined not to let herself succumb to the sensation to the point that it would interfere with the victory. “Ngheeeheheeee!”

Azalea's eyes were locked on the helplessly quivering feet resting before her, which her nails gleefully skittered across, while she enjoyed the sound of Lurella's squeaks and squeals the entire time. “So tell me, does your little girlfriend do this for you very often?” Her slender fingers wiggled playfully up and down either sole at random while she posed this question, not stopping despite expecting an answer.

Lurella's fingers gripped the electronic device firmly as her quivering lips struggled to produce an answer for her captor. “W-Well ahactuallehehee-W-Would you stahahaha!?” A loud jingle emerged from the shackles on the princess's wrists as her body produced a spasm of motion expressing how difficult it was speaking while her feet were being tickled. “I cahahahan't! I-ahahahaaa!”

Amber eyes admired the glistening water before them as Pyana's surfboard carried her across the waves. She was fully relishing the joys of life, without a care in the world and a content smile on her face. As she turned away from the shore of Apimana Island, she caught a glimpse of a figure that snagged her attention so deeply that she found herself greeting the sea face first.

The moment Pyana washed ashore, she lifted her face off of the sand and was greeted by a pair of enormous feet garbed in only a pair of wooden cuffs. “Aha!” She uttered in confirmation, realizing she wasn't crazy when she recognized the figure on the beach. “Ai~” She cheered as she waved her hand cheerfully at the figure standing before her.

“Are you alright? You seem to have fallen off of that... thing. Was the objective to stay atop it?” Jineerra's eyes were locked on Pyana's surfboard, which she had seen the latter standing upon for only a few seconds before the wipe-out.

With a gleeful nod, Pyana lifted the board up and planted it nose-first into the sand. She turned her attention back toward the girl before her, wondering what she was doing here.

“So... did you by chance... find anything interesting in your room?” Jineerra's index fingers tapped and nuzzled together as she bashfully posed this question.

In that moment, Pyana could feel the truth of what this shy expression was hiding. Her eyes caught the faint curling of a smile on Jineerra's lips, as well as a subtle shudder that suggested excitement was bubbling inside this girl. “Aha~” She nodded in affirmation, the letter and its contents having remained well in memory.

“So you're... going to go, right?” Jineerra's eyes shifted toward this magical world's sun. Ever since she donned the attire of ivy vines networking across her otherwise bare body, sunlight had become one of the only necessary nutrients for her. Though she did miss the savory warmth of a freshly baked doughnut, she was perfectly happy with this change in diet. “You realize, she's probably being tortured right now, right?”

The brightest of grins plastered itself onto Pyana's face as she formed a heart with her hands. “Hee~” She had actually considered not going too early specifically because of this, wanting to leave her girlfriend some time to squirm.

This gesture provoked a giggle from the slave of nature, whose green-colored lips curled into a smile. “I'd think you'd want to be the one torturing her, rather than someone else.”

Pyana's eyes scrolled skyward as she pondered Jineerra's words. She knew that she was one of the gifted ones, one of only a select few who were granted the power to tickle Lurella without provoking disdain or a tantrum. She wondered if it would make her girlfriend miserable to be kept in Azalea's hands for so long. A weary sigh emerged from the little redhead as she decided she had best be on her way to fetch the princess.

Lurella's feet rested motionless on the arm rest of Azalea's seat. Silent and still they remained until the moment when a soft, bristly object began to sweep up and down their gentle textures. “Nihihihi-ahaha! Nohoho please! Ahahahaaa~”

Lurella rocked about as felt the tormenting sensation of Azalea's trademark feather-grass across her bare flesh. No matter how many times she received this treatment, it never failed to agonize her. “Ni~ N-Nihihiiiiihi~!” Her shoulders bounced up and down and her head rocked side-to-side, all the while her delicate feet wobbled frantically for just a measure of peace from this instrument.

“My my. It seems your little champion has arrived at the entrance to the forest.” Azalea said aloud as she relished every second of Lurella's powerless feet squirming about, and every sound spewing from the small girl's lips. The vines produced a soft stretching sound as those delicate appendages struggled to free themselves, but they were kept right where Azalea wanted them.

The feathery tool caressed the sole of Lurella's left foot, while Azalea's nails playfully skittered across the right. “EEEEheheheeee~!!” Lurella's head flung back as a powerful squeal of hysteria burst from her lips. “Ohmystahahahaaaa! No no! I-Ihehehe-beg-you! I dem-m-mahahahaaaa!!” Behind the chair, Lurella's little hands were balled into fists, tugging against the sturdy shackles keeping them in place. “Ahahahaa! Pleeeeehehehease!”

“Awww, such a cutie~” Azalea cooed as she playfully let her fingers walk and dance across Lurella's helpless feet. “Hopefully she won't get here too soon. I don't want to put these down.” She giggled contently as she took much delight toying with the ticklish tootsies of the captive princess. She pinched and wiggled the delicate toes, producing high pitched squeals from their sensitive girl.

A swath of vines coated the interior of the forest, blocking access by the populace. The only one able to access Azalea's lair was the wild child who made a living out of scaling trees and swinging from vines. Pyana was absolutely elated by this sudden transformation of the forest into a jungle of adventure. It was like an obstacle course built especially for her, providing a test of her athletic abilities that seldom received such a workout.

She could see that the vines were moving, changing form as she approached them with the intention of halting blocking or snagging her in order to halt her progress. She managed to slip her way through a narrow opening in the wall of vines ahead of her. She let out a sigh of relief as the wall of vines sealed behind her. She quickly decided that she needed to keep moving, and eagerly continued on her way through to rescue her princess.

It soon became apparent that the ground would not be a viable method of travel anymore, as the path ahead was swarmed by vines, all moving about, waiting to attack. She was left with little option but to scale the nearest tree and traverse the terrain from above. “Ah?” A tiny squeak of surprise emerged from the little redhead as she spotted a vine dangling in front of her upon reaching the top of the tree.

“Hee~” She grinned with excitement as she realized that it was put here for the use of the adventurer, and grabbed hold of it. She kicked off of the tree and let out a cheer as she swung past the array of obstacles on the ground and reached the next tree. “Oo~” Such elation filled little Pyana as the rush of the experience flowed within her, as well as an eagerness to keep the fun going.

As she moved from tree to tree by way of the vines, she found that there was no longer a mass of vines along the ground keeping her from walking freely across it. She prepared to leap out of the tree when she glanced back at the next vine. Deciding it would be more fun to simply continue swinging, Pyana seized the vine and let it carry her across instead.

The vine gripped between Pyana's hands suddenly began to slip out of her grasp, swiftly slinking around her waist before she fell to the ground. “Aa-” She gaped in shock as the ground suddenly stopped inches away from her. Just as quickly and abruptly, the ground began to speed away as she was pulled into the leafy shelter of the tree that had served as her departure point.

“Ah? Ah!” She uttered in surprise as she found herself in a veritable nest of these vines, which promptly began to coil around her limbs. Her knees, elbows, wrists, ankles and waist were a snared. Even her upper arms and thighs were constructed by the green rope of nature, ensuring that she was completely trapped.

“Ahaha.. I knew you couldn't resist.” Azalea whispered to herself as she sensed Pyana's actions from the safety of her abode. Her pointed nails gleefully fluttered across Lurella's helpless, squirming feet while she mentally commanded the vines to punish the young adventure for her hedonistic actions.

“Eee-Ee-Ehehee-R-R-Rehehehesist wahahahaaat!?” Lurella cried out as her body rolled side to side on the floor beside the throne. Her feet danced and wiggled frantically in place, unable to escape the playful swishes and scratches that reduced her to this mess of high pitched giggles and squeals. “Aahahaaa-aaa!”

Azalea produced a small chittering sound from her lips as she shook her head slowly. “Not you dear. Your would-be rescuer has fallen into a trap and is being justly punished for it.” She explained as she cradled one of the princess's feet in one hand and rapidly skittered her nails across it.

“Aaaeehehehee! I seeheheheeee!” Lurella replied as she tried to pull the tortured appendage out of Azalea's grasp. As soon as her attempts were noticed, the other foot came under fire, and quickly attempted to squirm behind its partner only to find itself blocked by the very hand holding it in place. “Eee! Eee! Eeheheheeee!!”

“BAHA-!!” Pyana's head hung back as a bark of sheer hysterics shot from her lips. Her red sandals hung from the very vine that nuzzled into the sole of the firmly restrained left foot. The tip of a second vine performed the same action on the opposite foot, while more of her surrounding exploited the sensitive areas in her thighs, stomach, ribs, and underarms all at once. “EHE-EHE!!” A large grin was plastered across her face as she frantically shook her head side-to-side.

Every fiber of her being frantically tugged and thrashed for freedom, only to find that not even a limb could be freed nor a ticklish spot could be spared. “AAAH! AHA! AHAHA! E-EHE!” Tears quickly began to form in the corners of her eyes as this powerful sensation coursed through her body in so many places she couldn't believe what she was feeling. “AA-AAHA! AHA! EHE! AAAH!!” Loud split-second cries of agony flowed through the forest as Pyana's entire body jittered and rattled frantically, desperate to escape the intense ordeal she was being put through.

“You poor thing.” A gentle voice devoid of sympathy entered Pyana's ears as she turned to witness Jineerra seated on one of the branches of the tree she was confined to. “You can't get serious for even a second. Not even in the name of love.” Her signature pointed teeth protruded from the smile on her lips as she casually observed Pyana's torture. “Now, the only question is, should I bail you out of this?”

“AAAHA!!” Pyana's head flung forward and back frantically as her gaping, maddened eyes locked on the woman who was pleasantly enjoying the display of her suffering. “AHA! AAAAHA! EHEHE! E-EHE!”

Jineerra's smile widened as she picked up on this obvious response to her question. “I dunno... I kinda like this. I only wish I had some of that fluffy corn people eat when they're watching a movie.” She grinned playfully as she leaned forward and skittered her nails across Pyana's right foot.

“I'm sure you'll just get captured again.” Jineerra snickered to herself as she extended her arms forward and commanded the vines to set Pyana down on the ground. Perhaps she'll punish me for interfering? She thought to herself as she watched Pyana reclaim her footwear and move on.

A gasp of immense relief emerged from the young adventurer as she decided to play things Azalea's way and follow the path along the ground.

“Aww.. I would have let her go in just a second.” Azalea said aloud as the index and middle fingers of both of her hands contently toyed with Lurella's toes. The shrill shrieks and squeals coming from the captive princess were the reward for this action, as even the digits themselves were quite ticklish.

Pyana came to a stop in front of yet another blocked off path, forcing her to take to the nearest tree to get a better view. She quickly found herself regretting her previous desire to swing from the vines, as they were now the only way to get across. A massive network of horizontal vines obstructed her path toward any further trees she could reach, leaving only a jungle gym of vines that she would have to swing and jump from.

“Aahhah..” Pyana let out an exasperated sigh as she steeled her nerves for what would likely end in another dose of agony and took a flying leap toward the closest vine. She grasped one and immediately kicked forward, looping her leg over a second and pulling herself onto it. As soon as she held this vine in both hands she climbed on top of it and jumped, grasping another that was just close enough to be reached this way and this way alone.

She found herself somewhat nervous, noting how extreme this situation was getting, and wondered if Azalea might have been having too much fun.

She seated herself on one of the horizontal vines, grasping it from either side in a manner similar to a swing as she attempted to plot out her path ahead. A loud rustling behind her sent a chill down her spine as she accurately deduced what was transpiring. A wall of doom was closing in, forcing her to hustle otherwise she might be captured again, and this time she doubted Jineerra would bail her out of that.

She let out a yelp as she jumped to the next vine and hurriedly grasped one after another, pulling along yet never getting farther away from the encroaching wall. She thought to her self that as long as she could stay a certain distance from it, she would be fine.

Azalea's purple nails swept across the squirming soles snared before her, while she took in the sound of the little princess's utter hysterics. “Ehehe! Eeeeehe! Ehehee! N-No more! Ahahahaaaaa!!” Lurella cried out as she swung her shackled wrists down against her lap as if throwing a tantrum. “Iiihehee! I-Iiihihi-c-can't take iiiit-iiihihihii~!”

Utter contentment was plainly expressed on Azalea's face as she fawned over the delicate feet she was toying with. Their silky-soft textures were as much a joy as the sound that teasing them provoked. “Ah yes... I do remember you having incredibly pitiful stamina when it comes to this sort of thing.” Azalea said aloud as she nestled herself against Lurella's feet, nuzzling a cheek against one and peppering the other with little kisses.

“These poor little feet are so soft I can't help myself!” An exaggerated pout adorned her face as she swirled a single index finger across the bottom of one of the dainty feet fastened in place before her. “Are you really telling me you don't enjoy this? I can see it on your face. You love having attention paid to your feet. You're just like your mother.”

“MmMM!” Lurella's lips quivered as she tried to resist this little sensation that swished across a single appendage. “M-M-My mother? Kihihii~ I-I would threaten that she will hear of this, b-b-but-ahaha! I'm certain that would only doom her t-t-toohoohoo the same f-fa-hehe-te!”

“That it would.” Azalea said aloud as she wondered how soon she would be able to make another notch in her record with that woman. “So many times she has tried to capture me, and it has always ended with her tasting her own medicine.” Azalea cooed as she performed the same swirling action on the other foot, while using her free index finger swished up and down the sole of first foot.

Back on the outside, Pyana let out a gasp as she descended safely onto the ground and watched the wall of vines come to a stop. She flopped onto a seated position on the grasp and began to question if this was all worth it. After a momentary breather she stood back up and turned to greet the face of Azalea's grand tree. The final showdown was upon her, and the only question on her mind was how badly would she fail in rescuing her princess.

Hefty panting emerged from Lurella's lips as her torment came to an abrupt stop. Her feet lay limp on the arm rest of Azalea's seat as the plant girl stood. “She's here.” Azalea said aloud as she released Lurella's ankles from the arm rest.

The moment the young princess was able to sit up again, she let out a sigh of relief before catching sight of a piece of paper that had been lying against the side of the wooden throne the entire time. She quickly reached over and seized it before Azalea could grab her. She clutched the paper in her fist as her shackles were repositioned to secure her hands behind her back, and her royal sandals were fastened on her feet again.

Pyana let out a gulp as she eyed the enormous tree that held her girlfriend captive within. A doorway began to slide open, inviting her inside. She hesitated for a moment, before making her way inside.

“Welcome, little hero.” A soft voice greeted her immediately upon entering. She followed the sound and found Azalea observing her from a balcony far above the ground floor of the hollow tree.

“Ah!” Pyana called out as she spotted a particular ceiling fixture. One adorable princess secured in a harness of vines, suspended above even Azalea's standing position.

“...You actually got here. And without burning down this entire forest. I'm impressed.” Lurella muttered as her somewhat wear expression told Pyana of the torment she had gone through in the time it took the latter to reach her. Her view of Pyana began to decrease as she found herself being carried into a trap door in the ceiling. It seemed that her presence on the scene was only a final motivation for Pyana to rescue her.

“If you want her back, you'll have defeat me!” Azalea declared as she jumped from the balcony toward the ground below. Before she even reached half of the distance, an uncountable number of vines suddenly surged into the center of the tree and formed a cocoon around her.

Pyana staggered back in surprise as she witnessed Azalea using what seemed like all of the vines that had served as obstacles, to create one final test for her. A twenty foot tall green monster now stood in the center of the hollow tree's interior, looming over her. It swung a mighty hand in her direction, which she immediately evaded, rolling as she hit the ground.

She noted that the force of the swing was not enough to injure, and that the hand had come down in a manner similar to a cage intending to trap her within, rather than crush her.

Not wasting another second, Pyana rushed toward the stairs that spiraled along the interior of the tree. The green beast released vines that plunged into the wall, creating obstacles for her to duck under, jump over and swing above. All the while she needed to keep going otherwise the creature would seize her.

She was nearly halfway up the path when a careless leap caused her foot to snag on a vine, sending her tumbling onto the flat path just shy of the next set of stairs. She grabbed the vine closest to her and turned to witness the enormous hand converging on her.

“Aha! Gotcha!” Azalea said as the hand consumed Pyana's form. “Too bad little hero.” She giggled as she pulled the hand back to confirm that the adventurer had been lifted off of the path. She created an opening through which she could observe her catch as she brought the hand and its contents within gloating distance. “Looks like you-no!” She gaped in surprise when she realized that she had not caught Pyana, it was the other way around.

A cheeky grin was plastered on Pyana's face as she fastened the vine she had grasped moments ago around those that had intended to snare her, allowing her to ride the arm of the creature all the way to the convenient opening Azalea had made. She let out a cheer as she flung herself into the opening, tackling Azalea and coiling around her.

“Ahahahahahaa! Alright-Alright!! Y-You win-ahahaaa!” Azalea cried out as Pyana's playful hands skittered across the area of her flowery dress that concealed her stomach, while occasionally poking into the underarms. “Ahahaa! Y-You've bested mehehehee!”

With a cheerful hop, Pyana backed away from the vanquished villain, who released the last few giggles as she lay across the floor, supported only by her hands. “Aha.. You'll pay for this... Next time.” Azalea raised her arm and summoned a vine from above.

As soon as Pyana seized this vine, the great beast began to break apart. Pyana found quickly found herself on the outside again, watching as Azalea disappeared beyond the collapsing vine creature, leaving only a brief swarm of them along the ground. Once Azalea had made her escape, they slunk away as well, all but the one Pyana was now dangling from.

She let out a sigh as she realized that her journey was over. She swung to the balcony that she had first seen Azalea standing on and walked up the steps.

Another door slid open and allowed the light of outside to beam into the tree from above. Pyana stepped out and found herself on the roof of the tree. A wooden pedestal was positioned in the middle of the roof, with a large wooden pole sticking out, standing at least twenty feet tall.

Standing with her back to the pole was the princess herself. Her eyes immediately locked on Pyana as she arrived on the scene. The shackles adorning her wrists and ankles were looped around the pole, keeping her in place against it.

“You... actually did it?” Lurella said aloud as Pyana approached her. “I mean she actually let you win this. You didn't threaten to roast her, did you?” She questioned as a smirk graced her smooth face.

“Ehe~” Pyana shook her head as she found herself completely overjoyed to see Lurella again. After an ordeal such as that one it felt like such a reward knowing that she went through all of that to rescue her beloved and succeeded.

Lurella's eyes scrolled up to the top of the pole as she spoke. “The key is up there. You'll have to climb up, or fly, and get it.”

Pyana smiled brightly as she locked eyes with Lurella and stepped back. “Ah-?” She question as she moved her hands behind her back and quickly slipped them forward again.

“That should be obvious.” The princess responded, glancing aside bashfully as she admitted she was trapped. She turned back toward Pyana when the little redhead leaned in real close, smiling brightly at her. “...What? I'm serious. Even you couldn't escape these.” She said as she shook her wrists and allowed the metal chains to jingle.

“...Hee~” Pyana grinned gleefully as she locked eyes with the captive princess, once she was absolutely certain that the latter was completely defenseless.

“What?” Lurella questioned as she noticed Pyana wasn't yet making an attempt to free her. “I'm telling you I can't get out. You need to get the key from up there.” She reiterated sternly as she directed her nose toward the key, then turned back toward Pyana again.

“...Oh no.” She suddenly muttered as she recognized the mischievous nature of the grin on Pyana's face. “No no no! Don't you dare! You wouldn't! You can't!” As Pyana drew closer, Lurella's eyes locked onto her hands, extended forward and playfully wiggling. “No-no! Pyanaaaa please!” She whined as she bounced helplessly in place. “Eyaahaha! No-ahahaa! Ehe! Eeeeeeeheheeeeeee~!!”

Such a gleeful grin was plastered on Pyana's face as she seized this once in a lifetime opportunity to scribble away at her girlfriend's sensitive tummy. The poor girl could sway to either side but those wily hands would not miss a beat. “Eeeehehee! Aha-Ahahaaaaa! Pyyyy-hehe-ya-haha-na-ahahaaaa!!” Feet clad in elegant black sandals occasionally bucked forward, trying to forcibly eject Pyana from her personal space bubble only to immediately come to a stop just shy of the parameter of the pedestal she was standing on. “Nihi! Iiiihihi~!!”

A lopsided, weary smile adorned Lurella's face as she panted softly, locking eyes with Pyana once the latter had had her fill of the royal belly. “You are... so cruel to me.. you know that?” She gasped softly as she slumped back against the pole she was bound to.

“Aa~” Pyana cooed as she put on a playful pout and cradled Lurella's face in her hands. She fixed the captive princess a glance that questioned whether or not she was still loved as she moved in to exchange a few kisses with her sweetheart.

“...I'll let it slide this time.” A visible rose swept across Lurella's cheeks as she coquettishly side-eyed the girl whom she didn't want to admit had the power to sway her emotions so easily. “Just get the key already so we can go home.”

Lurella watched as her vastly more athletic girlfriend scaled the pole and coiled her legs around it. Removed the key and let it fall at Lurella's feet before flopping back and hanging upside down for a brief moment. “Stop showboating and get down here..” Lurella grumbled as she let her foot come down on the key as if afraid it would get swept away otherwise.

She admitted some surprise when Pyana suddenly dropped down in front of her. The little redhead stooped down and gently lifted Lurella's foot off of the key. She placed a delicate kiss on the exposed area of the sandal-clad appendage while retrieving the key from underneath it.

“Oh stop...” Lurella muttered with a smile as she leaned on the pole, feeling the warmth of Pyana's lips lingering on her foot while she was being freed. She stepped off of the pedestal and let out a sigh. “Hopefully she'll let us go home.” Lurella said aloud as she brought her hands forward, with one balled in a fist.

“Ehe..” Pyana giggled as she placed her palm on the fist and lowered it, not wanting her sweetie to deck Azalea. Fortunately she had no such intentions, and instead uncurled it to reveal the paper she had snagged earlier. As Lurella examined it, Pyana curiously leaned in to see what it was. “...a-” Her heart stopped as she caught sight of the little drawings covering the paper.

“...It was you...” Lurella whispered as she looked over the paper again and again. Drawings she recognized as being Pyana's signature style conveyed the entire set-up to the events that had taken place. Arranging the kidnapping, leaving the photo for Pyana to find and setting up an obstacle course for her to traverse, all of it was staged, and Pyana was the mastermind.

Despite Lurella trying to exude calmness, Pyana could sense the storm brewing inside, and knew that it wouldn't bode well for her.

“Hmph. I'll forgive you this time. Both of you.” Lurella said aloud as she seated herself on the wooden throne beside Azalea. A teacup was clutched in her hands, used to shield her smile from the eyes of all. “This will more than make up for it.” She said aloud as she was given a front row seat to the punishment of the one who masterminded the game. Caught in a swath of vines, Pyana was receiving her just deserts, but she wasn't alone.

“And you..” Azalea cooed as she commanded her vines to nuzzle more firmly against the tender spots of the young woman restrained beside Pyana, forcing much louder shrieks from her. “Don't think I didn't notice your meddling.” She said as she swirled a matching teacup filled with pure water about.

“AHAHAAA! I-I'M SORRY!! AAAAHAHAAAA~!” Jineerra bellowed as the tips of the vines wiggled vigorously against all of her most sensitive spots at once. “AAAAHAAHAAA!!”

“EEHE!” Pyana's head hung back as she remained suspended by the vines. Loud shrieks poured out of her lips with momentary gaps between them, her inability to speak in no way understating the pure torture she was being put through. “AHA-AAH!! EHE! E-EHE-HEE!!”

Lurella's rarely seen smile was in full bloom as she basked in every second of the display before her. “Maybe we should let go... in three hours.” This proposition was responded to with the gesturing of Azalea's teacup toward her own. She reciprocated the offer and let the two cups softly strike, producing a chime. “All things considered, it was worth it... just for this moment.”