Sneaking in through the vents seemed like such a good idea at the time, before Vert found herself deep within the catacombs that brought air flowing through Neptune's basilicom. The emerald-clad goddess found herself stuck in more places than she'd ever be willing to admit, unquestionably on account of her... larger endowments. She had to squeeze her body through the tight shafts that were likely designed for people nep-sized, but that didn't stop the Leanbox CPU from powering through, all the way to her prize. When she finally thought she was above the room IF was staying in, she busted open the panel covering the air ducts, and without looking or thinking, dove right down from there.

As Vert landed, a shout could be (somewhat) heard from under her mountains. "What the Hell!?" came the cry from a familiar CPU's voice. As Vert gazed downwards, she saw Blanc's face perfectly positioned into her cleavage. As it turns out, Vert had missed her targetted room. As it also turns out, Blanc was over at the Planeptune basilicom to negotiate some trade agreements. Moments after Vert had looked down and lightly giggled at her far less endowed friend she was tossed out of the window by her (still less endowed) stronger friend.

Alarmed by the sudden chaos outside of the room she was in, IF opened her door and investigated. As it turns out, Vert was a few feet away from being in the room IF was in. IF had half a mind to ask Blanc what happened, but seeing her stomp angrily down the hallway grumbling something about, "thundertits" near a broken window explained itself fairly well. Sighing to herself, IF returned to her room and sat down at her PC, booting up the Guild's website again and starting to look for quests to do.

Normally, IF would prefer to go in person to the Guild to browse quests, but she had recently been trying to avoid Vert for her own personal reasons. Despite her efforts to stay away, Vert always found a way to track her down. She just needed a bit of a break.

Never one to be deterred by IF's evasion or the (not so)occasional smothering of the wrong friend in her cleavage, Vert quickly got to working on her next plan. This time, she skipped the vents and just climbed in right from a window, quietly making her way through the Basilicom until she once again reached the room she believed was IF's. No one was in there, but that didn't change what the goddess thought. She came up with a masterful, cunning plan to catch her dear friend, and immediately got to work setting it in motion. After taking a brief time to set up her trap, she hid herself in the rather alarming pile of stuffed animals in one corner of the room, burying herself but leaving just a wide enough gap for her to see through, without raising any suspicion towards her ingenious plan.

Vert waited for a bit, intently staring at the box. It was a simple trap, being a box held up by a stick attatched to a rope. She wanted to make sure she saw the trap being sprung so she didn't accidentally catch Blanc again. Though, something caught Vert's attention for a moment and made her look away. When she looked back, the box was down and someone had fallen for the trap.

Pleased with her successful capture of Iffy, Vert stood up from the pile of plushies and walked over to the box and lifted it. Unfortunately she was soon displeased with her unsuccessful capture of IF. It turns out that pudding is effective bait for Planeptune goddesses, not humans. What Vert did find under the box was a very uncomfortable sight to behold. "My, my, Vert. You're not my type, but if you're just going to beg for punishment like that, I can't help resist but punish you like the begging, cowardly dog you are~". Disappointed that the pudding was a trap, Plutia had transformed.

Well that went poorly. Thankfully however, Vert was able to get away when a certain blue-haired hero jumped in before things could get messy, which the goddess promptly took as her opportunity to leave the building as quickly as possible. NISA was left to deal with Iris on her own, leading to... Well, we all know what that lead to. Regardless, the emerald-clad woman made her way quickly through the building and planned to leave before anyone could ask any questions and catch IF another time... Until she found her standing at the front door with Neptune and Nepgear, ready to embark on a quest of some variety. Vert and IF locked eyes for a moment as they both realized how close they were, and for a few moments, simply stood frozen as the grave look on the goddess' face made it clear something was not okay. After a moment of awkward silence, the CPU shuffled over to her friend, gently lifted her up into her arms, and carefully tucked the girl under her arm, stiff as a board, before barreling clean out of the building as fast as she could, transforming and flying off the moment she was out the door.

Nobody knew how to initially react to Vert grabbing IF like a cardboard cutout. However, as Vert started to run out, everyone started yelling and IF flailed a bit. The yelling got quieter as Vert went HDD and flew away, but IF's flailing intensified a bit. "V-Vert! W-What are you doing?!"

"Getting both you and me as far away from the Basilicom as possible, IF," the CPU replied, still mortally terrified of the wrath of Iris that was handed off to NISA. "Let's just say my attempts to surprise you failed and I ended up catching a Sadie. Not fun." Even as Planeptune started to grow distant, the sound of Iris giving out punishment could still be faintly heard, prompting Vert to go even faster, and fly right to her Basilicom. The mere mention of Iris Heart, let alone the sounds of terror, made IF glad she was being brought away from Planeptune. Though, along the way to the Leanbox basilicom, Vert attempted to keep IF's flailing from becoming unmanageable by pulling her up and closer to the goddess, wrapping her other hand around the brunette and bringing her up so her chin rested atop Green Heart's large endowments.

With her chin right above Green Heart's bust, IF couldn't help but let some blood trickle from her nose. Soon realizing that flailing would only lead to her fall and untimely death (dying is unhealthy, y'know), IF stopped her resistance and tried to recollect herself. Said recollection proved difficult with the presence of Vert's massive mounds of pudding right beneath her.

Turns out Vert's pudding is actually very effective bait against humans, but more specifically, IF. Regardless, the two flew fairly smoothly after that, as the goddess began to calm down and slow her pace, ultimately reaching the Basilicom of Leanbox before IF's nose bleed too much. Some of it did however drip onto the massive breasts of Green Heart, as she turned the two of them upright, and hovered in front of one of the windows to her room. Shifting her hold on IF so she was in more of a bridal position in one arm, the CPU used the other to open up the entrance to her room, before carefully gliding the two of them inside. Once in, she flew over to the bed, and with a sigh of relief, came out of her HDD. The two then fell a couple inches onto the soft mattress, IF getting a good dive in between her friend's large mounds before they bounced slightly, bringing her head up so only her chin dove between the massive valley in between. Following this, Vert drapes her arms against Ify's back.

Now resting on solid ground, IF could squirm again. As she squirmed and tried to escape the CPU's hold, more blood ran down from her nose and she called out, "V-Vert!"

After a few moments to rest, Vert finally released IF from her tight hold, her body stretching out over her bed as she took the time immediately after her flight to rest. She looked down at her friend though, noticing the clear trail of blood running down her nose. She giggled a bit, before she gave the assassin an adoring pat on the head. "Need a tissue there, Iffy~?"

IF tried to answer the question, but accidentally glanced down at Vert's mounds, resulting in more blood loss. Eventually, her losses became too great and IF felt a little light headed before collapsing onto Vert. Really, asking if she needed a tissue was rhetoric here.

After more than a bit of panic on Vert's part, she got IF off of her, setting her down on her back onto the bed with the pillow under her head. With that keeping it elevated, the goddess quickly searched for something to clean both her and the girl off, wiping away all the blood that had spilled out of the assassin. When the girl finally came to, her big, heavy jacket had been removed and wasn't in the room anymore, though fortunately for her health, the rest of her clothes seemed to still be on. Same went for Vert, who sat beside her friend at the edge of the bed, her hand absentmindedly running through the brunette's hair.

As the girl's eyes flickered open and she saw Vert, she had to question why she was in bed as she had seemingly not remembered passing out. Did they snuggle? Did they spoon? Did they do THE MOST LEWDEST THING EVER- KISSING? Still feeling a bit weak but strongly curious, IF asked her question, "...Vert, what... Happened?"

Vert didn't seem to realize the smaller girl had awoken until she heard her voice again, causing the goddess to bring her hair back quickly. She partially had to stop herself from outright hugging the girl tightly, lest she unintentionally cause another explosive nosebleed. "You... You passed out, Iffy," she explained, tapping IF lightly on the nose. "One moment it was just a little trickle then your nose just erupted into a nosebleed. I had to go send your jacket off to get washed before the stains sank in."

IF sighed and rested her head back down before staring blankly at the cieling. All she had wanted to do for a bit was be distanced from Vert for a bit. Such a desire was crushed fairly easily. A slight look of despair brought itself upon her face as IF mumbled to herself.

Vert's expression darkened a bit, IF's own sour look saddening her. "Is something going on, Iffy?" She finally asked, leaning over her smaller friend. "You've been avoiding me for a while now, and you look so sad... Do you not like me anymore, Iffy?" For once, Vert found herself not teasing the girl when she asked that.

IF stared at Vert blankly for a moment before waving her arms around and freaking out. "W-W-What!? N-No! It's nothing like that Vert!" After she stuttered out her worried response she managed to calm herself down for a bit. "It's just that..." IF blushed and looked away before continuing, "With all my nosebleeding... It's been unhealthy." IF's head turned back to see the goddess surpressing a laugh. "N-No! Seriously! You saw what happened, right?"

Vert managed to keep her amusement contained, though she was obviously relieved to hear it wasn't an issue related to IF's affections. Well, it was, but not in the way she first thought. "No no, I think I understand, Iffy," the goddess reassured her, her expression having lightened up to its normal glow. "Though, if I'm not good for your health Iffy, we'll need to think of something to fix that..."

With the issue lightened, IF had let out a calm sigh before looking back to Vert. "Do you have something in mind, Lady Vert?" If there was something that could stop the blood, IF was all ears.

"Well..." Vert's fingers tapped her chin slowly, as she glanced to a nondescript corner, thinking. "If memory serves, you don't seem to be so prone to blood loss when we're... 'in the act', as it were. Even less so if you're getting into the swing of things." She smiled reassuringly, despite the issue she was somewhat dancing around. "Maybe if we condition you to find these kinds of things okay, you'll be less likely to lose a few gallons of blood?"

IF let out a "Hmm" sound as she took in the information. When what Vert meant finally hit her, the usual blush IF had when around Vert appeared near instantly. "Y-You don't mean-!?" IF tried to sit up, but the goddess who was already towering over her naturally prohibited that.

"H-Hey, Iffy, just calm down," Vert kept her friend from getting up out of the bed, gently keeping her down as she tried to explain herself. "It only happens when you get too... excited, right? Well, if that's the case, we just have to condition you to keep yourself cool when you know what's coming. And I think I just might have an idea for how to do it..."

"T-That's why I'm getting nervou- exci- UNCALM!" IF stumbled through her words as she tried to respond without sounding like she didn't like Vert, was a pervert, etc. The assassin took a deep breath, gulped, and looked up at the goddess above her and spoke a line similar to one that belonged to a fairly large father whom happened to be a legend. "Well... What is it?"

Vert's smile widened, and she leaned in to whisper what she had in store for her assassin friend. Some time later, and the goddess guided her companion into the basilicom's hot springs, the two of them clad in matching outfits. Said outfits just happened to consist of a set of cat ears, tail, maid-esque swimsuits, and nurse caps adorning their head. Clearly, an amalgamation of all that Vert knew IF had more than just affection for... Though, perhaps the cut outs on her swimsuit were a bit much, displaying fully her sensitive nubs and her two lower entrances.

By this point, IF's face was stained a permanent red, fortunately from blushing and not blood. Well, blushing is blood rushing to one spot technically. You get the point. Sitting next to the goddess proved difficult for the nervous girl, the swimsuit fitting tightly on Vert and her nubs fully visible. She wanted to look, but she tried her hardest not to peek. While they were silently sitting together, the question of why Vert had this this rather... "Unique" cosplay in both of their sizes crossed her mind but was quickly tossed away in favor of trying to fight against her temptations.

Really it was obvious why she had the matching pair of cosplays, but that wasn't what was important. What was important was the next phase of Vert's plan. "Alright Iffy, the hardest part is over. Let's get into 'phase two'~" While IF did her best to avert her gaze, the goddess' hands took hold of the girl's head, gently turning it so her view encompassed every inch of Vert's breasts, nipples displayed and the rest of her flesh visible through the slightly transparent cloth. "Remember, it's perfectly okay for you to look... And do more~"

With her head positioned towards the two giant hills on the front of Vert, IF glanced up to Vert. There, she saw what seemed to be a patient, yet alluring smile that oddly complimented her near seductive tone. With her eyes now looking back at the breasts of importance, IF took a deep breath before hesitantly moving her right hand onto Vert's right breast and giving it a squeeze.

A swift, approving moan resonated from Vert's mouth, her hand leaving IF's head to guide the girl's other hand over to her free breast. From there, her arms wrapped affectionately around the assassin, gently pulling her closer with a seductive, reassuring smile. "Go on Iffy~ Don't hold back, it's all perfectly fine." With another hesitant glance to Vert, IF squeezed the mounds before starting to massage them. The proximity brought the blushing assassin mere inches from the CPU.

With her low, pleasured moans coming in steady supply and urging IF on to continue forward, it seemed Vert's plan was slowly but steadily working. The goddess' soft hands roamed around the assassin's small back, sending shivers through her as her fingers gently traced her spine. Vert leaned her head in, her tongue extended out, and began to slowly make her way from IF's collarbone to gliding up the side of her neck. She paused occasionally to gently nibble at the smaller girl's exposed flesh, before she brought her tongue along the girl's chin. Her tongue then came up and circled Iffy's lips, teasing her a bit by not taking it any further; waiting and making her need to initiate the make out.

IF's lips trembled as she watched the CPU lick her, making it obvious that she disliked the teasing. With Vert's lips so close and inviting, IF pressed her own set of lips onto the goddess', just according to keikaku. (Author's note: Keikaku means plan)

Seemingly seduced into action, IF quickly took dominance in Vert's mouth as her tongue quickly entered and started exploring the goddess' mouth.

With everything falling into place, Vert followed along with IF's movements as she took the initiative, letting the smaller girl lead. Vert's hands of course weren't being completely idle, as they finally came around to the assassin's front, and one took a nice handful of Iffy's much smaller breasts. They fit just perfectly in the goddess' palms, and without any hesitation she gave her a nice, approving squeeze. The other wrapped around the girl's wrist, gently pulling her hand away from her massive, jiggling mounds, and took it lower, guiding IF's hand down south.

The assassin quickly followed up on that initiative, her hand moving just where Vert wanted it to. Two of the small girl's fingers prodded at the entrance to the bustier girl's womanhood, before slowly sliding in. Then, they pulled back and pushed in again, starting the cycle of thrusts at a moderate pace.

The moans that echoed into IF's mouth grew noticeably louder, prompting Vert to encourage the girl by grinding against the digits exploring her womanhood. Not one to leave things completely one-sided though, Vert took her own initiative on Iffy, the hand that guided the girl to her womanhood now wrapping around the assassin's waist. She gave the soft flesh of her ass a good, firm squeeze, before a pair of fingers suddenly slipped into her rear entrance, mirroring her companion's own movements as she pumped in and out.

IF moaned into Vert's mouth in response. Not wanting Vert to take away her dominance, she upped the ante and thrust in four fingers now. Trying to make the goddess reach her orgasm as soon as possible.

Vert's body shook with pleasure at that, her legs suddenly coming up and wrapping themselves around IF's waist. Her grinding grew more intense, and she followed up by mirroring the number of fingers the smaller girl drove into her womanhood. She pumped her fingers in and out with precision and grace that quickly eroded from dancing into fervent thrusts, rewarding Iffy for every action she did right. But, it would be counterproductive if she took control and threw out her plan, so the goddess didn't restrain herself at all; the moment she approached the edge, she let IF send her right over, her legs holding the girl tight while she threw her head back, breaking from the kiss to scream out in pleasure. Whether this worked or not, Vert was perfectly fine with just having a bit of this for the evening.