Slave Kid: Teasing the Prince (Patreon)

After thirty minutes of hearing those three bimbos tickle each other silly in the dressing room, the blonde, black, and brown haired women walked out of the store, without buying a single thing. This left Kid to once again clean up the mess left by inconsiderate customers.

“G-god...I legit thought they were never going to stop. Oh well, better them than me.” They exhaled a cute sigh, turning back the curtain of the dressing room in horror. It looked as if a bomb had gone off in there; shirts, pants, bras, and panties were scattered all over the place, and a lot of them felt wet.

“O-oh, god! Oh, god! It’s everywhere!!! I’m not paid nearly enough for th-this crap!” Regardless, the tired femboy tied back their hair and got to work. The last thing that was needed was the boss coming back to a mess. Kid didn’t think for a second they could last another “performance review” with her. Not with those nails...

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Luckily, it was a slow day, giving the gorgeous lee plenty of time to put everything back as it was. As for all the moist clothing? That was for someone else to deal with. The job was done in Kid’s eyes.

It was just about time to head out for a smoke break when something on the floor caught their eye. Calling it shiny didn’t even begin to describe it. It was a ring, glimmering like gold. One of those girls must have dropped it during their little session.

Kid peeked out of the dressing room, making sure there was no one in the shop. The coast was clear.

“F-finders keepers…~” Kid snickered to themselves, heading back to try on this new bit of jewelry. Upon further inspection he noticed it was a toe ring, a really nice-looking one.

Excited to see how it looked, Kid sat down on the dressing room bench and kicked off their right shoe to reveal their pale perfect foot. No doubt tired and sore after being on them all day. Well, now they were going to be tired and stylish!

Carefully, the femboy put the ring on their pinky toe; it fit like a glove! It sparkled so beautifully in the light. Mesmerized by the sight, they continued to wiggle their toes and watch the lights dance.

“Ooooooooooo!!!! Th-That’s ho~t!” Kid gawked, really taken aback by how beautiful it looked on them.

Then came the lightning, and lots of it. It shot out of the ring like pro wrestling pyro, destroying the room that Kid had just cleaned. Then came a flash of light, blinding the pretty lee’s eyes. Then, darkness.

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When Kid awoke, they felt as if they had been sleeping forever. Their body felt heavy...and immobile.

“H-hey! Where am I!?”

“Silence, heathen!”

Kid looked up, a tall, muscular man on either side of them with a firm grip on their arm. Their black robes swished along the ground, only their eyes visible through their hoods.

“H-Hey, what’s going on!?” asked Kid, trying to pull out of the grasp of the strange men. But they held firm, dragging them down a grand, unfamiliar hallway of gold and polished marble. “Lemme go!”

“Silence, witch! You’ll speak when spoken to, and not before!”

Kid was sure they hadn't heard correctly. A witch? They had to have been joking. They weren’t a witch! Well, just that one time a few Halloweens ago, but that was on a dare! “I-I’m not a witch!”

“Explain your otherworldly dress, then! The emperor is sure to have a great many questions for you, and we have just the ways to make you talk. First, we will put you in garbs more fitting of your status.”

“I-I-I’m telling you, I’m not a witch! This is just a big misunderstanding, lemme go!”

The guards said nothing further, continuing to pull Kid down the halls, towards an uncertain fate...
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