Coye Vol2 Ch 4 (Patreon)

Going to be focused on Coye content for a few days. I'm inspired for it and there's a lot of ground to cover if I want to put out a new volume by the end of the month.

-

Coye had himself a hearty lunch prepared by the Guild's kitchen staff, and he enjoyed it alone save for Shayla at a round wooden table. The Pixie wasn't what he would call endearing company, not when she wouldn't stop making passive-aggressive comments regarding Dorothy as he ate. Still, it was preferable to eating alone like he was used to.

When he was done with his steak and potatoes, Coye went up to his current dorm room on the second floor. He locked the lock Shayla created for them behind him so he could change in private and walked over to the chest sitting at the foot of his bed. He knelt down, opened it up, and studied the contents as he rifled through everything he had.

Inside this chest was a handful of casual clothes he wore whenever he was lounging around the Guild or was out on the town. Mixed in were more of the pointless adventuring gadgets that Miss Whittle had talked him into buying- ones that he couldn't fit in any of his pouches or didn't serve much practical use. He ignored these, focusing instead on his wardrobe and its lack of variety. At best, there were three or four combinations of outfits he could wear. An eye for fashion was another trait that Coye lacked from his Elven lineage.

What he ultimately ended up going with was simple. He donned a pair of brown, loose cotton trousers and a tunic the color of the sea. His tunic was held in place by a leather belt, and a white emblem depicting a stylized crab was stitched on the middle of its chest. Coye didn't know if this emblem meant anything or not. He just thought that the crab looked funny because he had never seen such a design before. Lastly, he tugged on a pair of cheap, casual brown boots.

There was a single mirror in the dorm room, and Coye used it to study his appearance once he was finished suiting up. "Maybe I should go with another pair of pants," He remarked, frowning at what he saw.

His tunic went past his thighs,  and the lower half starting from the belt downward almost looked like a skirt to him. Meanwhile, the pants in question only went down to his knees. This resulted in Coye unintentionally showing off his lower legs, which were graceful, sleek, and, to his dismay, girly. He didn't have a single strand of hair on him anywhere on his body that wasn't his head, least of all his legs.

"I think it looks cute," His emotional support Pixie chimed in, sitting on top of the mirror's edge and smirking down from above at the sight of her cute little femboy playing dress-up. "But we definitely need to get you some more clothes soon."

"W-What's wrong with my clothes...?" Coye stiffened his posture as his self-consciousness increased.

"They're boring, bland, and tasteless," Shayla rattled off. "Seriously, you're a cute piece of ass, and we should be trying to capitalize on that because what you got just ain't working for you, big guy.

"Um... thank you, I-I guess," Coye didn't figure Pixies knew much about fashion, either, but Shayla's clothes were pretty stylish. Maybe it was just a girl thing? He decided to ask her opinion just to be sure. "What do you think would look good on me, then?"

Shayla smiled, her glowing eyes giving Coye an uncomfortable feeling of dread the more she looked at him like a piece of meat. "Why, I'm glad you asked! There are so many things we could try. The possibilities are endless, really. Just off the top of my head, we got short-shorts, hot pants, thigh-highs, tight-fitting tank tops, frilly ski-"

"A-Absolutely not!" Coye blushed as he cut it off before Shayla could suggest he start wearing skirts. His brain frazzled at the thought, and he began to pout- his tunic was bad enough, but an actual skirt? There was no way she could get him to do that.

Coye crossed his arms and looked away. "Maybe we'll go clothes shopping sometime, b-but I won't pick up anything like that!"

"Your loss," Shayla narrowed her eyes at him and smiled, pretending to cede the point while, in truth, she was already scheming to do whatever it took to get the boy to wear some cuter clothes. To distract him from her plots, she threw out some honest advice. "You should at least get a few more hats or a trendy bag or something that I can hide in, though. The hat you're wearing doesn't go with those boots, like... at all."

"You think?" He looked down at his shoes, a frown growing on his face. Even more reason to doubt himself, he thought.

Shayla knew she might be making him nervous over nothing, so she sped things up and moved on. "Eh, you're fine, don't mind me. Anyway, you ready to figure out today's game plan?"

It took Coye a moment to settle himself down from all the embarrassing thoughts he was having over his wardrobe, but once he did, he walked over to the bed and sat down, propping his head up with his knuckles as he pouted. "Yeah, we might as well..."

"Great!" Shayla flittered through the air until she landed on the headboard. The Pixie put her hands on her hip, took an assertive posture, and exuded confidence. Seeing how sure of herself Shayla was almost inspired trust in Coye, even though she was only grandstanding to get his attention.

"To put it bluntly,s I've been watching you really close every time we're out and about. We've been over this before, but I've seen it for myself. Girls drool whenever you walk by, even if you don't think they do. Understand?"

"I guess so..." Coye was anything but convinced. He found it hard to believe, and even when she tried pointing out specific examples to him, he didn't see what she saw. He thought that girls were just being nice to him. Maybe it was true that they were suspiciously so, yes, but Coye was inexperienced and didn't know what to be looking for.

"Well, whatever," Shayla sighed. Knowing that trying to convince him was a moot point, she resigned to the fact that he'd just have to find out the truth for himself. "The point I'm working toward is that I want you to do me a favor and close your eyes for me."

"Uh, ok...?"

"Good. Now, picture one of the girls in town who are really nice to you. Any of them will do, so long as you think they're attractive."

Coye nodded, and Shayla watched as the boy's imagination unfolded. He was deep in thought, so she gave him a few moments before asking, "Got one yet?"

"...Yeah," He smiled in a way that ticked the Pixie off.

"Good for you," she snapped, "Now stop thinking about that Guild Mistress and tell me who the next one is."

Coye opened his eyes to stare in wonder at the Pixie. "How did you-"

"Because you're too predictable," Shayla rolled her eyes as her brows furrowed. "Now spill it. Who did you think of next?"

"Hold one, w-why can't I... um... with Miss Whittle-"

"Because I said so," Shayla gave him an irritated look but then decided he probably needed a real excuse as to why she didn't want him going after Dorothy. "And it's not like you have the balls to go hitting on her, right?"

Coye tried to visualize himself creeping on Dorothy, only to realize his partner was correct. He didn't have it in him, and he doubted he ever would. "N-No..." He stared at his shoes in shame. It was somehow easier to imagine flirting with Britni of all people than it was to picture himself doing the same with the woman he respected.

"That's what I thought," Shayla grinned, satisfied to keep her boy away from the Guild Mistress's clutches. "So go on, tell me. Who else is there?" She continued to pester him, urging Coye to think of all the potential girls he could make a move on in the town of Cransmere.

Coye closed his eyes a second time and thought about the question. By Shayla's account, he could pick just about any girl in all of Cransmere. Even though he was still somewhat flustered, he would admit readily that the thought excited him and even made his blood boil.

In his mind, Coye ran through all the girls he was both friendly with and attracted to. He let their names and faces come naturally until he could adequately fixate on the right one. Out of all the options, a certain one kept coming to the forefront.

This woman was not only overly friendly with him, but Coye was also immensely attracted to her. This met both of Shayla's prerequisites, so all he had to do was tell the Pixie and be done with it. Coye found that it wasn't so simple. He struggled to vocalize it since just saying the words would be admitting how he wanted to be with the woman in question.

Just as Shayla's patience was beginning to wear thin, he beat himself up over it enough to speak. "Mrs. Lillis," Coye said aloud.

Shayla blinked and looked down at her partner. The mischievous girl wanted Coye to think big, sure, but she wasn't expecting him to become a homewrecker quite so soon. "Uh... Mrs. as in... this chick is married?" She laughed uncomfortably.

"Oh," Coye's eyes opened up as he understood how things sounded without clarification. He quickly settled the record. "N-No, it's not like that... Mrs. Lillis is a widow."

"A widow?" Shayla cupped her chin until she understood and then smirked once she got it. "Ah! Is this the woman that I'm thinking of, or...?"

"Probably," Coye blushed, looking away from the Pixie's inquisitive gaze.

When Shayla noticed how much the town seemed to thirst for Coye, an older, milfy-looking woman with dark hair and tremendous breasts was among the first to approach him. The woman in question all but propositioned him on the street, making sure to remind Coye that her husband was very dead and that she was very lonely. She also tried to get Coye to visit her store, but he moved on before anything could come of it.

At the time, Shayla was impressed by the widow's forwardness. This respect grew as the woman- Mrs. Lillis- continued to greet him every time they rolled back into town. She didn't seem to miss a beat, always poking her nose out of her shop whenever Coye walked by. Even today, Mrs. Lillis stopped Coye to remind him of her ongoing rations sale.

To Shayla, the woman's actions seemed less of a passing fancy and more of an ongoing, dedicated effort to catch Coye's attention. In other words, she was the perfect candidate. Coye didn't know it, but he saved Shayla the trouble of having to suggest Mrs. Lillis herself. On top of the widow's general interest in the boy, Shayla saw the way Coye stared at those heaving tits of hers and knew there was potential.

This development pleased the plotting Pixie to no end- all roads led to milf.

"Can't say I blame you," She chuckled. "That woman has got one hell of a rack on her."

"T-That's not why I thought of her!" At least not the only one, but Coye kept that part to himself.

"Sure, sure..." Shayla smirked, prepared to let him get away with it. A surprise awaited her when she saw that Coye was sincere about his denial. She figured that the boy really did have a more profound reason for singling out Mrs. Lillis other than 'boobs' and became curious as to why.

"...Alright, I'll bite. If it's not because of her massive breasts, then why?"

Coye grinned as a pang of nostalgia came over him. "It's kind of a long story, but the first quest I ever did was for Mrs. Lillis."

"No shit?"

"Uh-huh. When I first got to Cransmere, I didn't know what to do with myself. Miss Whittle suggested I go on an easy quest to get acclimated with the area, so I picked one off the board leading to Darkwood General Store. Mrs. Lillis had problems with a Frothing Squirrel that kept breaking in and stealing lots of packaged nuts off her shelves. I tracked it down, killed it, and brought back a bunch of the stolen boxes."

Shayla listened with interest, smiling at the chance to learn more about her partner's history in this town. "That's sweet. Even better, seeing as how you helped Mrs. Lillis through her nut problem, then it's only fair for her to help you through yours!"

Coye's face reddened as the Pixie's joke fully sunk in. He chose to continue speaking and ignore her comment altogether. "...After that first quest, Mrs. Lillis was so grateful that she started helping me out around town. She taught me how the street layouts and where to find everything, and she even offered special rates at her store."

"You don't say," Shayla raised an eyebrow.

"Mhmm. Mrs. Lillis would even offer to have me over for dinner or give me food that she accidentally made too much of, and-"

Shayla bemoaned as she felt a second-hand cringe take hold of her thanks to Coye's inability to realize when he was being hit on. "Yeeeeaaahhh, I'm gonna stop you right there, big guy. She didn't

'accidentally' make too much of anything. This busty widow of yours was probably cooking extra food on purpose so she could spoil you and have an excuse to keep talking to you."

Coye looked at Shayla funny, like he didn't comprehend her. "W-What? No... that's-"

The Pixie shook her head and cradled her forehead in her palm. "Stop what you're doing and think about it for a second, you naive little himbo."

The half-elf himbo in question squinted his eyes, and the few gears that made up his brain began to turn and grind together like clockwork as he processed the facts. As he did, he started to find it suspicious why a widow would continually keep making extra food by total accident. Then, there was how often she tried to invite him for dinner.

Coye had always assumed she was just a lovely and kind older lady who was trying to take care of him, given how small and cute he looked, so he turned her down more often than not. Why? Because he didn't want to be a burden on Mrs. Lillis. Sure, she told him upfront that she was lonely and could use the company, but, fool that he was, Coye figured that was an excuse to make him not feel bad about taking up her offer.

There was a growing sense of guilt eating away at his stomach. If Shayla was right, Mrs. Lillis was genuine when she told him how lonely she was. Whether or not her interest in him was romantic or not, Coye hated himself for being so dense that he didn't understand how bad she wanted his company.

Every time he turned her down, he made Mrs. Lillis feel even lonelier without even knowing.

Coye felt something that he hadn't before. Until now, he'd never really understood how stunted he was when it came to the thoughts and feelings of other people. Coye figured it might be due to so many years of living out in the wilderness while training with his father, but the reason didn't matter. Other people were hard for him to understand, and Coye wished he was better at it.

Now that he had Shayla to point out how stupid he was, he was more aware of his faults than ever before.

"Gods, I'm stupid..." Coye frowned as he hunched over the edge of the bed, defeated.

Shayla was studying him carefully as Coye thought to himself, and she correctly guessed most of the conclusions he had reached. It hurt her to see him realize the hard truth of the matter, but it was good for him to go through a bit of pain. It would help Coye learn how to stop being so oblivious in the future with any luck.

"A little, yeah, but if you feel bad about it, then you should suck it up and work on making it up to the poor woman."

The boy looked to his partner, desperate for the answer. "How can I make it up to her?"

"You just leave that to me," She smiled and pointed at herself with her thumb. "I'll be supporting you all the way, and together, we'll make it happen!"

Coye felt optimism rising up within him, but it was held back by a few lingering doubts. Shayla was not a human. As helpful as she could be and as much as she understood the emotions of others, Coye understood that his partner was a prankster at heart. He was worried that she would interfere somehow and make things worse.

"A-About that... you keep saying you're going to support me, but... how exactly are you planning to-"

"Easy," Shayla waved her hand at him and dismissed the notion. "I'll be sitting up in your hat the same as always, and I'll give you advice on what to do any say. Whether you take that advice is up to you, but it's not like I'm gonna try and fuck things up just cause it'd be funny."

"You promise?"

Shayla gave him a strategic pouty face, saying, "What, you don't think I have your best interest at heart?"

"N-No, I- um... s-sorry..."

The Pixie smirked as Coye hung his head. The truth was, Shayla was convinced she didn't need to interfere for things to become entertaining. Coye would manage that by himself, she thought. Not that he needed to know that.

"Good. Other than advice, I might use my magic here and there if I see a chance to help out. For the most part, though, this'll all fall on your shoulders." Coye was skeptical of her using her magic to aid his seduction, but Shayla quickly clarified. "I'm not talking about anything creepy, chill. I already figured that hypnotizing girls isn't exactly your speed."

The boy slinked away from her at the ugly thought of mental manipulation. "W-Wait, you're saying you can do that sort of thing?"

"I do know a couple of charm spells, but I'm not gonna go breaking 'em out. Where's the fun in that?" Shayla had only ever used the spells in question to play harmless pranks, for the most part. A while back, there was an incident involving a pair of knights she witnessed in the forest, but Shayla pushed this from her mind to keep a pervy smile from appearing on her face.

Coye nodded, glad that Shayla intended not to mess around in ways that would make him too uncomfortable. Still, this led to a different feeling welling up within him. He wondered if it was possible to hook up with a woman as he was now without the aid of such magic.

A lot was riding on this, so it was natural to worry.

If he couldn't manage to sleep with another girl, Coye's lust would continue to rise. Shayla couldn't help as much as he needed, meaning he would be forced to give in and just see the Guild's healer or some other doctor. There was no guarantee having sex with someone else would quell his needs, either, but it was their only shot.

At least with someone bigger, they'd presumably be able to take a pounding for a lot longer than the Pixie.

"Don't look so glum," Shayla figured out the reason he was pouting and was quick to offer a remedy. "It's not like I don't have a backup plan if things don't go the way we want them to."

"Really?" Coye's eyes sparkled with gratitude and respect. Shayla always thought of everything, as opposed to him.

"Yup. Cransmere's got a couple of brothels, right?" Her reassuring smile became pervy despite her previous attempts to stop it from happening, and Coye shrunk back in response.

"U-Um..." He stuttered at the thought. There's no way he could go into such a place- what if someone saw him and word got around? Would he be teased about it? His face reddened, and his motivation wavered.

"I'm just joking," Shayla snickered, leaving 'mostly' unsaid. "If you're so worried about it, then just do your best to make sure things don't come to that, ok?"

Coye took in a deep, long breath of air before agreeing. "You're right. I can do this... I can do this...!" He balled his fists tight together to show his resolve, inspiring Shayla to pump her own fist in the air as she flew toward him.

"Damn straight! Now, then... are you ready to snag some big-tittied milf-pussy, big guy?"

"Yeah, I think so, I-" Coye's eyes pried wide open in shock.

It was as if he had forgotten until now that they weren't talking about casually hanging out with Mrs. Lillis. He wasn't heading to Darkwood General Store to have dinner or to chat but to attempt to take the older woman to bed.

To fuck her.

He imagined it as his mouth started to slack. Coye imagined so many things at once- what Mrs. Lillis would look like naked, what it would be like to have sex with someone bigger than Shayla, and what it would feel like. Just as saliva began to pool in his mouth, the Pixie snapped her fingers.

The mattress beneath him contorted, bucking Coye off before he could get carried away with himself. Just in time, too, any longer, and he would've become uncontrollably hard.

Shayla was disappointed if amused. "I'm sure you're all excited and can't stop thinking about it, but I promise you that the real thing will feel way, way better than whatever you're imagining. Do you wanna sit around here all day and think about naughty things, or do you wanna go try and make naughty things actually happen?"

Coye nodded, stood up, and brushed off his clothes with an embarrassed frown on his face. He summoned his courage and blushed as he called the courage to answer, "I-I wanna go and try to make naughty things actually happen."

Shayla folded her arms and smirked with pride. "That's my boy."