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Aine’s satisfied smile waned as Clara and Carissa’s first meeting did not thaw. When they had first come face to face, the combined beauty of her heart’s desires was dazzling for the faerie. With them this close by each other, she was no longer able to keep images of the pair being sensual together from flooding her mind. The hedonistic goddess of growing mammaries knew it was selfish, but she very much hoped that the two people she currently loved most could develop an appreciation for the other, but that was seeming to be a retreating goal as the moment of confrontation stretched on. 

Carissa, who was somehow larger than the night prior, was displaying a level of aggression the young fae had kept hidden. Clara, for her part, was trying to smooth things over. Even so, she was slowly being pushed back by Carissa’s presence alone and that was starting to visibly irritate her. They were rapidly becoming like a pair of wet cat-snakes who were not interested in doing anything beyond hissing at each other. 

When Carissa tried to push Clara into the tub, Aine felt like she had to intervene. Except that the human girl fought back. As she began to tumble backwards, she had reached out reflexively to pull the other faerie off balance. It was inevitable they were both going to fall into the tub. Aine spread her wings and leapt to catch them, but the faerie queen was not fast enough. Both women vanished before she even came close to grabbing an outstretched hand. Without so much as a ripple, all trace of them had sunk below the purple-pink surface of the water.

It was likely that the duo had fallen through to The Far Shore. Hopefully they surfaced close to her villa on the lake which this water was from. Although she could have followed the pair of women with ease, she wanted to avoid returning home just yet. Besides, this was a way better situation to let them work things out between them. Her being around would only complicate things.

Trying to stop in mid-air, however, was far more difficult when human-sized. Even as she tried to alter course or transform back and lose two feet height, she was drawn inescapably towards the tub. With a great thud, the queen of boobs hit the curved side of the acrylic claw-foot basin. The air rushed from her lungs and her great, firm tits splashed into the warm fluid. Unlike when Clara and Carissa vanished, the impact of her bust spattered the both her and room with the water from a more magical world. Her dress now soaked through, Aine sighed. This was hardly befitting nobility such as herself. Now she was going to have to change without anyone to behold her body. 

Resigned to tragically being naked alone, the goddess put her hands on the tub’s rounded edge to haul herself out of the water. She did not budge in the slightest. Her attempt to transform back and avoid the impact meant she had shrunk from a six foot tall human back to a four foot tall faerie, leaving her standing on her tiptoes against the side of the tub with no real power to leverage.