[Commissioned by a friend. The sequel to the previous chapter, "RED Alert".]

A cool, refreshing breeze flowed gently through the air. The light winds caused leaves to rustle and float ever so slightly, drifting slowly across the terrain. However, the soft current had goaded more than just a handful of leaves out of their rest.

"Hmmmnnnh…?"

A tired voice let out a cute groan. Awoken from her slumber by the climate, the self-proclaimed gust of beautiful wind, IF, slowly began to open her eyes, the lids slowly fluttering open. As she began to scan her surroundings, her attention was quickly brought to where she was. She was in Leanbox, and there was no doubt about what building she was standing right in front of: the Leanbox Basilicom.

"What the hell...?" The guild member wondered aloud. Her confusion and curiosity went with a question well warranted. The last thing IF remembered, after all, was that she was snugly comfied into bed, exhausted beyond measure after Red's… nighttime visit. How in the goddesses' name did she even get here? She could only think and theorize on the matter. Had she been sleepwalking? Did MAGES. mess up some teleportation spell? Great Scott, could Neptune have shattered the fourth wall to such a great extent, thus creating a massive anomaly in the space time continuum?

Regardless of any tin foil hat theories IF's chuuni mind could dream up, the Basilicom's doors swung open, and the small girl's train of thought was abruptly stopped as the grand construction of the governing building left her sight. The girl's vision was now entirely obscured by two large, soft tan orbs, covered partially in an emerald colored dress. In accompaniment to the change of scenery, two slender arms found themselves wrapped around the girl tightly, and a mature yet giddy voice happily rang out, "Iffy, you're finally here!"

The voice, the loving hug, and the vision-blocking breasts in IF's face were of course distinctly familiar to the smaller girl. A pinkish red tinge of blush began to paint her cheeks as she tried (and failed) to stutter out words. "M-mradee Mmurt!" She nervously sputtered, her voice muffled by the gigantic squishy mounds that her face was so lovingly pressed against. Not that she minded.

"Hmm?" Vert sounded curiously, wondering why IF wasn't speaking up. The goddess opened the eyes she previously had closed and brought her dreamy gaze down upon the guild member, seeing her own hand holding firmly on the the back of the smaller girl's head, essentially forcing IF to drown in her cleavage. "Oh," Vert spoke, moving the hand down so that the maker could look upwards and return the favor of looking at one another, "My apologies, Iffy. I was just so excited to see you again, after all! You were gone so long, working long hours into the night, I couldn't help but worry about you and remind myself just how much I need my Iffy by me 24/7." As she spoke that last word, she once again absentmindedly thrust IF headfirst into her shapely cleavage, but caught herself a few moments later. "Oh, sorry again, Iffy." Finally releasing the girl from her affectionate hold she began to invite the girl in, ushering her forward and saying, "Come in Iffy, I insist. I was so excited for your return I could hardly stop myself from preparing something for just the two of us!"

"Oh?" IF curiously acknowledged, "T-That's very sweet of you, Lady Vert, but you really didn't have to." And yet, despite the guild member saying it wasn't required, she still felt extremely warm and fuzzy on the inside; a feeling she often felt whenever Vert had thought about her dearly.

Vert giggled softly, noticing the less than subtle stuttering in IF's voice. They'd been close for quite some time, and yet the devoted maker was still nervous around her, with all of her stutters and "Lady Vert"s. Trying to nip the buds of IF's embarrassment and uncertainty, the CPU took one of IF's hands between two of her own, holding it softly. "Iffy, don't you worry. I wanted to do this for you; for us. If I had not wanted to prepare something, I wouldn't have done it, or I would've gotten some of the Basilicom staff to. Now, let's go together, Iffy." With her words of comfort said, Vert tugged on IF's hand as she continued to hold it- albeit with only one of her own- and began to guide the guild worker down the hallway.

An uneasy sense of joy began to well up inside IF as her hand was held oh so scandalously by the green CPU, but she ignored any uncertainties she had and simply accepted it. Needless to say, IF had completely forgotten her earlier confusion about how she got to the Basilicom, her mind fully happy to not question the circumstances behind the occassion. With her hand being held by Vert's own, the maker followed the goddess with a strong sense of glee.

The two traveled for a minute or two through the Basilicom as they headed towards the still unknown surprise that the CPU had prepared before finally stopping their course right in front of the door to Vert's room. Naturally, IF was confused, wondering what Vert could have possibly set up. Her curiosity was short lived, as Vert opened the door with little haste to reveal what she had spent so long setting up: a lovely and romantic candlelit dinner. The maker blushed, surprised by what Vert had set out for them. With the grace of a maid or butler, Vert stepped forward into a room and pulled the chair intended for IF back before motioning to the girl to sit down. With rosy cheeks but joyful thoughts, she kindly accepted the offer to sit down.

Having had her drinks and food served to her, IF had used the time she was waiting by pondering about things. She really was surprised by what Vert was doing; after all, it was Vert who was the one to fantasize about being served by a butler the most. Even then, she was shocked that the surprise wasn't a 24-hour grindfest for the new Galeblood expansion that came out for one of Vert's favorite MMOs, Last Fiction XIV. Maybe the game was bugged, or a story-critical NPC wasn't properly putting players in instances. In the end, Vert chose a perfectly normal romantic dinner to bond and talk over. IF certainly wasn't complaining

The maker began to happily indulge in the event with Vert, happily munching on the Leanbox specialty, Dried Shitake, that the goddess had made herself, followed by sipping up some of the tea that was one of Vert's secret concoctions. She always thought it was silly that of all the things the CPU kept secret, she would choose her tea recipe. No one besides her knew, and she wouldn't even let anyone in the kitchen while she was preparing it.

Dinner went as anyone would reasonably expect. The two ate and conversed, sharing tidbits of what happened while away from each other between bites of their meal. Vert lamented to the maker about how sad she was after not being able to get the Super Santei skin for Ginje or the Moon Dance for Mia in Overlook's anniversary event, while IF spoke about her duties in Planeptune and recalled a strange dream she had where Neptune turned into a ghost and possessed her bike. Then, the two had imported Frozen Tangerines from Lowee for desert. They were good, naturally, but IF did have to admit the taste was a bit flat.

"L-Lady White Heart? What seems to be the matter?"

"I heard someone say flat."

"B-But Lady White Heart, we're currently the only two in the Basilicom. Everyone else is at home playing with their Swotches and-"

"Financier I'm going to the Leanbox Basilicom, dammit! I'm gonna pound that snarky Thunder Tits so hard into the ground I'll be laughing about how flat she is!"

"But Lady White Hear-"

"Shut your hole! If I'm not back by tomorrow and you aren't blind damn fools, deploy the the garrison- no, the entire army on that bitch!"

Euuoough. IFfelt shudders running down her spine after thinking that. She felt an odd, menacing feeling just from mentioning the titular fruit. Deciding to redirect her attention, the maker noticed Vert seemed to be uneasy as well. She had always shared a similar opinion with Vert on the delicacy. After a few moments of awkward silence, the pair shrugged it off and proceeded to finish their small desert.

The short remainder of the meal went without interruptions. Vert stood up to begin cleaning the dinner set, picking up the dishes and making IF blush by licking the leftover tangerine juice off of her lips. The CPU stopped herself before she made more of a mess by making IF nosebleed, leaving the maker alone in the room as she went to finish putting away the dining wares.

IF, now sitting in the room by her lonesome, waited calmly and patiently for Vert's return. She wondered about what else the goddess would want to do today. Perhaps she'd want to just calmly snuggle? Maybe they'd go and watch a movie? Going out for a walk sounded good and-

"Wha-?!"

IF's face turned pale and began to grow paler as she felt a familiar sensation growing on her. She looked around the room to ensure nobody was around before moving her hand downwards to confirm her fears. Gently rubbing her own crotch, her suspicion was stiffly confirmed. Between her thighs rested a firm length, not unlike the one she had last night as a side effect from one of Compa's medicines. Embarrassed beyond belief and clueless to how she had (again) grown a cock, IF began to run through a list of excuses she could make to leave, wanting to leave before Vert got a chance to see her newly formed member.

Unfortunately, the moment she made the decision that jumping out the window would be her best method of escape–-it was only the second story, so she wouldn't get injured–-was the exact point in time where Vert opened the door and reentered the room. "Sorry for the wait Iffy, Yvoire was giving me some trouble with paperwork." The goddess moved to stand at the other side of the table. Perhaps it was just her imagining things, but IF could have sworn that Vert's breasts seemed to bounce moreas she walked.

IF smiled nervously, trying to pretend that everything was fine, dandy, and normal. "Y-Yeah hahaha, Yvoire is being a stickler for work just like always, right?" She stuttered. There is no way in hell that this looks genuine, IF thought, knowing fully that her act was unbelievably laughable. To the guild member's surprise however, Vert seemed to buy into it, completely oblivious to the girl's embarrassment and fears; that, or just pretending to be.

Yet, Vert failing to acknowledge the girl's "big problem" was the least of IF's worries. "So, Iffy, anything you'd like to do? Perhaps we could play some rounds of Nepgeardamfall 2? I hear they added a new mecha unit to the game." With an intentful gaze, Vert continued to look at IF, leaving the girl in a position where she wouldn't be able to stand up without showing the CPU the recently pitched tent she had.

Despite how swell playing a game sounded, that would require IF to move over to the couch, and by extension, stand up. Trying to make an excuse to keep herself seated, she stuttered the first thing that came to mind. "H-How about a board game?"

The girl's suggestion only earn her a laugh from the goddess. "Silly Iffy, you know I only have card games and some tabletop RPGs." Vert began to move behind the girl before continuing. "Are you feeling alright? Your face looks a bit pale and you're starting to sweat a bit…". The woman finished her sentence by resting her breasts on top of IF's head, only helping to further enlarge the tent in the girl's shorts.

"Nononono! I'm fine! Perfectly fine! N-Never felt better, really!" IF stammered. It was requiring all of the girl's willpower and sanity to not jump out of the window or throw Vert on the bed and start pounding her.

However, it seemed that just when Vert seemed to be getting doubtful of IF. "Hmm…" she pondered, looking down at the maker. Then, suddenly, she grabbed IF and picked her up. "Well, if you're not going to tell me about your health, then I'll have to check your iffy condition, Iffy!"

"W-Wait!" stammered IF as she rose into the air. But alas, it was too late. Forced to stand by the goddess behind her, her stiffy was on display, bulging against her shorts as the CPU looked at it. The maker looked away in shy embarrassment. It was all over for her. This was the moment she would die, forever remembered for the embarrassing incident that unfortunately occurred.

At least, that's IF thought until… she heard… giggling? The smaller girl looked back upon the woman that had brought her to stand. Vert was starting intently on the bulge with… a smile? A-and why was she licking her lips!? Why was Vert staring at her like she had something planned for the new member that grew on her!?

Oh.

Ooooh.

IF's eyes widened slightly as pieces of the puzzle began to fall into place, one after another. The tea Vert served had tasted slightly off. She figured out that Vert wasn't wearing a bra earlier when she hugged her, which would explain why they seemed bouncier (something IF was happy to notice). That also explained why Vert was no less than two inches away from the girl's face as she licked her own lips-

"Wo-Woah!" The maker exclaimed as she jumped back before falling over backwards, having been too busy putting together the puzzle that was the day she was having to notice Vert approaching her. Fortunately enough, it seemed the emerald goddess had planned for this in full, as the landing pad that the maker fell on was nothing other than Vert's bed. After taking a moment to recover from the shock, IF finally looked back towards Vert.

The CPU began to approach the bed and let out a hearty laugh, clearly amused with seeing the typically composed girl turn into a fumbling mess as a result of her teasing. "I see you've figured out what the true surprise was, Iffy?"

The maker had no response to offer her other than a wide variety of stunned mumbling. She was given no time to re-collect her composure, Vert moving over the girl swiftly to ensure she wouldn't be able to sit back up, effectively pinning IF to the bed. Rather than allow the maker to recover, the CPU simply kept up her lewd offensive by pressing her large, soft breasts into IF's own. The maker could feel Vert's lustful, heavy breaths, the tempo of the woman's heartbeat racing as a result of being over top of the small girl. The feeling of dominance wasn't the only emotion making the girl's heart rush, as the submissive act of being pressed beneath the goddess kickstarted her own desire.

"My dear Iffy," Vert started to speak, her lustful gaze never straying from the maker's eyes, "Did you really think I wouldn't hear about the shenanigans you and Red got up to last night?" IF was surprised that she had somehow known about the rather awkward encounter that had occurred, but ultimately was too horny to think straight and question it. "I didn't want to be left out from what you've been offering, so…" The green CPU began grinding her crotch against IF's, humming a satisfied note as she felt the member become stiffer and longer. "I took matters into my own hands, called in a favor from a friend to borrow some medicine, and changed up my typical mix for my tea."

A favor from a friend? IF pondered for the slightest fraction of a second if Compa was that friend, but her attention was too far devoted to Vert to continue wondering. "So, Iffy? Are you ready for your surprise now?" Vert said as she began to lower herself down the maker, allowing her breasts to rest right on top of IF's cock.

With nary a moment of hesitation, IF nodded furiously. If she was going to have a member- one that Vert craved so much apparently- then she might as well try to enjoy it. Vert was quick to act on the maker's eager compliance, pulling down the small metal zipper on the girl's shorts and tugging the clothing down to her knees before she could even react. IF simply watched as Vert stared for moments at her excited member, that throbbed against the soft fabric of her lower undergarments. Then, as the goddess pulled down the last obstruction between her IF's nethers, the cock sprang upwards into the air, stiff as a rock. With the anticipation weighing heavily on her, IF's erection began to pulse almost painfully with desire as the CPU took her time stripping the girl's garments. Beginning to become impatient, IF's lustful body began to thrust her hips forward, as if her small movements would prompt something to happen.

At the very least, it seemed to inspire Vert to quicken her pace, pulling down the clothing covering her own breasts without the delicacy she had shown IF's clothing. With a lick of her lips and some shuffling of her position, Vert's bare breasts rested no more than an inch away from the firm shaft on IF's hips. The maker, so eager to get started, had begun to have her sanity impaired, evidenced by a small stream of drool dripping down from her lip as she watched Vert. The goddess giggled at the sight, and decided that it was finally time to give what both she and IF wanted. With one slow, careful movement, she gripped onto her excessive chest and wrapped it around the small girl's sex-deprived cock.

IF let out an unsuppressed moan as the soft mounds of flesh enveloped her stiff member, the breasts sending immense waves of pleasure through the girl just from her fidgeting hip movements. The maker's empty hands seized up, and instinctively gripped onto two handfuls of the cushiony bed. "V-Vert!" Called out IF, her mind too addled by pleasure to say anything coherent to the goddess. She grit her teeth and winced in pleasure as she tried to handle the delightful sensations now coursing through her body.

However, her method of coping with the good feelings soon proved to be unreliable as Vert proceeded to move on with her lewdness. The woman, still holding onto her own chest, began to move the pair of mountainous breasts around to massage the cock trapped inside. The resulting waves of pleasure that flowed through IF caused her to shudder and shiver in pleasure, unable to keep still as the goddess kept toying relentlessly with the shaft.

Vert smiled almost smugly as she continued to play with IF, beginning to lower her own head some to lick at the tip of the member that poked through her cleavage. The maker's mouth went agape as she mewled loudly in response, her eyes beginning to glaze over as her mind went blank with pleasure. As Vert began to bob her head up and down to suck at the cock in with moving her breasts, the guild member couldn't help but yell out in ecstasy, crying out the only thing she could muster the will to say. "V-Vert! Veeeert!" Gasped the futa girl being pleasured. More and more her new, overly sensitive, stiff member was played with and pleasured and more and more the girl screamed out her excessive enjoyment. As she felt herself coming close to the edge of her limits, IF managed to sputter out the words, "V-Vert… I-I'm g-gonna…!"

However, just as it seemed Vert was going to bring the girl to orgasm, she stopped. She moved away from the girl, pulling away her breasts and mouth from the cock she was pleasuring. It took IF's lust-addled mind a moment to snap back to her basic senses to realize what had even happened. Vert was teasing the girl so nearly close to her edge, the woman laying on her back with her legs stretched out. What Vert wanted was obvious: she wanted IF to pound her senselessly before finishing.

Clearly, an action the maker wouldn't mind doing. With all the eagerness of a pack of rabbits, IF pounced on top of the goddess and gripped onto her outstretched legs. She began to move into position to mate with the green CPU, aligning her shaft just above Vert's womanhood and meeting face to face with the woman. Vert was hardly given the time to smile smugly about her personal victory of having the futa IF fuck her before the aforementioned girl slammed into her forcefully, shaking the bed as she thrusted forward.

Once IF had made her initial thrust, it was clear she had no intentions of stopping until she was finished. After a hasty pull backwards, the maker began to pound into the CPU with a steady rhythm. Loud, sloppy sex noises filled the air, forming a chorus with the sound of Vert's moans as the goddess cried out in pleasure with each heavy thrust. The CPU smiled excitedly as she took in the sight of IF fucking her as if she were afflicted by an animalistic lust, and took in the sensations of the stiff, throbbing cock sliding in and out of her tight womanhood. Feeling the already teased member pulsate more inside of her, she could tell that IF was close to her climax.

Both the CPU and the maker held each other closely in preparation of the futa's orgasm. IF silenced Vert by placing a kiss upon her lips, enjoying and playing with Vert's warm, submissive tongue roughly and eagerly. Meanwhile, Vert brought up one of her legs and wrapped it around IF's waist, pulling the smaller girl into a firm leglock.

After much time was spent crashing their hips together, sending massive surges of passionate ecstasy with each thrust, the futa maker finally reached her climax. She pulled her lips away from Vert's to allow herself to moan freely into the air, her cute sounds competing with the noise of the sex. IF kept her hips connected to Vert's as she came, ensuring that her cock was hilted down to the very base as she shot burst after burst of her warm seed into the goddess holding onto her. Vert too reached her climax, her sensitive womanhood gushing with her own juices. Even after both of them finished cumming, the maker kept her cock inside the CPU for some time, savoring the pleasant feel of the warm folds of the goddess' womanhood wrapped around her member. Only when Vert began to grumble mildly in protest did the maker acknowledge the woman and pull out, causing the accumulated cum to pour out of her hole, staining the bed as she watched it flow out. Normally Vert would clean the sheets right away, but she was far too tired to do anything. Besides, she was sleepy, IF was sleepy, they were both within arms reach, and they were already in bed. The green CPU moved over slightly, wrapping her arms weakly around in embrace of IF before they both fell asleep.

"Mmhmehmhmmm… Lady Vert…" Mumbled a maker, laying in their own bed, with no green CPU near her as she relished in her lewd fantasies during her slumber. However, those happy dreams were likely to change soon, the door to her bedroom creaking open slowly to reveal an intruder. "Awww, Iffy looks soooo cute when she's sleeping… I'm gonna join her…!" A slow, sleepy voice echoed throughout the room. A short, purple-haired girl walked into the room before shutting the door behind her. As Plutia got into bed, she set aside her plushie bear and began her low impact non-consensual snuggling with IF.