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Coming up from the Slums (morag x Yummy)

It was a world of wonders and place for living of different races. But this world was not alien to a violence, wars, oppression, racism. Powerful were taking what they wanted and weak could only to adapt. And humans were pretty powerful. They had advanced technology and tactics, as well as no moral obligations towards other races. They annexed large portion elvish lands, as they preferred more peaceful existence together with nature, learning its secrets. But knowing how to brew potions or how to cure an animal didn't help much in their conflict with humans. To control newly conquered territory giant city-fortress was built. Humans lived in the upper district, in good conditions and were respected by the government and guards. And elves lived in slums, they were treated as second-class citizens, humans could own them if they want and treat almost in any way they wanted. Instead, it was forbidden for humans to show them respect in compare to the equal citizen.

Vanrad lived in this city, he had a decent house, but his business was slowly dying, as he was responsible for selling equipment for war, and conflict stopped for a while. He was thinking about other ways to stay afloat and the idea came in his mind - trying to smuggle potions from the slums, they were very expensive and were either forbidden or were heavily taxed. He was 25 years old, with brown short hairs and blue eyes of 180cm height.

He put on a cloak to hide is identity and ventured to slums for his first time. He got the information from one of the owned elves in the upper city where to find the nearest alchemist and went there. He thought he would find some kind of presentable-looking shop, but it was just a dirty shack. Looking the same as everything else in this district. Shabby shacks made with mud and rotten planks.
He entered this "shop" and seen ash-haired girl doing something with flasks on the other side of the room. He came went to the counter and greeted her, while looking on fascinating flasks and potions arranged around this dirty room.
 
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Celica had only ever heard stories of what things had been like in the olden times, before the humans had suddenly become a technologically advanced race, harnessing first the power of steam and then electricity. Before any of the other races realised it humans were practically unstoppable, their technology and numbers giving them a sense of superiority and nobody could really stand against them to prove otherwise. Of course even before those times things wouldn't have been great for Celica, thanks to her being a Dark Elf she was considered inferior by the other elves even before then, so now she was seen as inferior even by the inferior, really the lowest of the low. It was only her skill in potion making that allowed her to eek out some kind of existence. Now she lived in the lowest levels of the city slums, far from sunlight, where the electrical lights flickered at best and where the rule of law was little more than a fairy tail, but her reputation as the best potion maker in the district at least meant she was generally left alone, after all nobody wanted to cause trouble for the only person capable of making healing potions that were in high demand by the criminal underworld.

As she was working Celica heard someone entering the barely standing shack, looking up as she saw the cloaked figure coming across, passing the various bottles full of liquids of virtually every colour imaginable, as well as some colours that human eyes wouldn't even be able to pick up. Whilst he was wearing a cloak it was obvious he wasn't an Elf or a Dragon at least, the ears or horns were always noticeable even through the hood...still, she didn't much care what he was. Business was business and she was hardly in a position to turn it away.
"Hello, are you looking for something in particular?" Celica stood by her tiny counter, one of the few spaces left unoccupied in the little cabin. She was wearing little more than dirty rags, and even calling them rags was being generous really. Money was far too scarce to be spending on luxuries like decent clothes, not when there was food and water to pay for. "I have a large variety of potions available, and if I don't have what you're looking for I'm sure I can make it, no matter what you're looking for" Celica was no stranger to making potions that would be considered illegal even by the lawless standards of the slums, they were her biggest sellers after healing potions truth be told, so it was unlikely any potion request would phase her.
 
She looked at her, she was skinny, probably because of starvation, her eyes looked like as she didn't sleep for few days. Her clothes looked as bad as her shack.
He took the hood down, as there was no one else to see him, he took a potion when he thought about what he would say, toying with it in his hands. He looked at her face, carrying years of miserable existence here as a mask.

"I am not looking for potions. Rather for a person that can create it. They are pretty expensive in these days, especially in upper district. And I can't believe that someone could live in these conditions. Especially such a skilled and good looking woman like you."

He tried to show his best manners in case if she would be scared to see a human there. Humans were never a good sign in the slums, most of the time it was guards trying to raid criminals. He put the vial back on a shelf, waiting for her answer.
 
Celica was mildly shocked when he removed his hood and revealed himself as a human. Sure he wasn't her first human customer, but he didn't look like the usual kind. Normally the human customers she saw were clearly criminals of some kind, but this guy....this guy looked well kept, well groomed, completely out of place in the slums. No wonder he was wearing the cloak, it was the only way he could've gotten through the slums without being mugged at best, murdered brutally at worst.

"Hm? So you're looking for a supplier?" Celica raised an eyebrow. On the one hand having a more regular customer was probably a good way to secure income, on the other hand it often invited trouble from any potential rivals. She looked up at him when he complimented her on her looks, well that was unusual. Normally customers were just wanting to be straight in and straight out. The closest she got to compliments on her appearance were guys just outright staring at her letchfully while making their purchase, though they all knew better than to try anything. Half of the contents of these bottles would have potentially horrible effects if cracked over someone's head.
"So just what exactly is it that you had in mind?" She was going to at least listen to his proposal if nothing else, maybe he'd be offering enough money to make the potential trouble worth her while.
 
She looked very skeptically, seeing such a guest out there, proposing big deals. He understood it and realized he needed to reassure her.

"I think just the fact that I got there, risking my life, proving that I have serious plans. I need to build a new fundament for the business and I hope I will achieve it with you. You see - Potions are quite popular among humans but no one really knows how to craft them. This knowledge belongs to your people and that's probably something that my race won't ever manage to steal from yours."
He thought how better to explain it, knocked with his fingers few times on a wooden counter and continued his talking.

"You see - getting staff from there to other district is very inconvenient. I probably wouldn't be able to bring 80% of your potions and other 20% are almost giving now profit with its taxes. So I propose you something you may be like. Or utterly despise. I offer you a chance to leave this shithole and move to my home, I will I will allocate a room dedicated for you and for alchemy. And as a result, we will be able to get money without worrying about smuggling process. But that's up to you. It's a shame what my people are doing with your kind. But I promise to treat you normally. At least when no one around."
 
Ok, so maybe he did risk a lot coming here, and it certainly did show he was serious about whatever he was planning. No sane human would come down here if they didn't have to, certainly not to just make some plain old business proposition that was for sure. He was right about one thing, moving potions from the slums to the human upper city would be incredibly difficult even in small quantities. Any large quantity would likely end up getting confiscated, the only way to avoid that would be bribes to so many people that there'd be no money left for profit. He was also right that humans would never learn the elven secrets of potion making....even if an elf attempted to teach a human it would be pointless, there was more than simply mixing up ingredients, there was something special about the Elven species themselves that allowed them to brew their potions.

"Hm? A proposal...?" Celica blinked, her eyes going wide as he mentioned leaving the slums and going to his home. "Now wait just a second. I know exactly what happens to non-humans up there. You treat us like nothing more than pets and property. Hell, regular elves have it bad enough up there. I don't even want to think what you treat Dark Elves like" She folded her arms beneath her impressive chest. "You're going to have to offer me a little more than just 'treating me normally' when nobody is around. That's not enough to make me put up with being treated as your pet whenever we're alone. Your sympathy is one thing, but you don't know what it's like to feel like you're someone's property, what it's like to be nothing more than a pet for someone, what it's like to be inferior and someone else superior. You're already at the top of the chain after all"
 
Her reaction was very obvious. But what she was asking for... Isn't it too much? But what's the alternative? Few more months and he won't be able to pay the rent and buy food. This will mean he would be sent to slums. And humans never live long in slums. I think it was time to show down his situation. He looked at her, coming a bit closer.

"Look, I am in a very desperate situation. If you won't accept my offer soon we both will be there. Or you can help me and we will be both live like any other person deserves. ...I am open to any conditions and ideas that would help us to come up with a compromise. If there anything I can do that would compensate terrible treatment that our government enforces on your kind - I will accept it."

He blinked, looking straight into her tired eyes, waiting for a response. He probably wouldn't be able to find any other alchemist there. Going around and asking people will be a suicide. Damn, even alchemist when she sees me may call for help so I would be killed by elves here.
 
"Yeah? Well I'm already here remember? So 'both of us being here' doesn't exactly change anything for me now does it? It's not like I'm going to have any sympathy for a human being thrown into the slums. It was your kind who created this place after all, once you were done stealing the land and resources of every other race on the planet. 'Our' government treats us terrible, not you humans so long as you pay your bills. The rest of us have to pay our bills and still get treated like scum" Celica could see he was desperate, he really wasn't joking around...normally even the human criminals or outcasts were still sure of their racial superiority, so for him to be talking like this...hm, yeah he must be serious.

"Oh yeah? So you're open to conditions huh?" She looked him over, an idea starting to form in her head. Maybe it would be good to get even just a little bit of revenge. "....Alright, how about this. I'll go with you...but when we're alone in your home....then you get to be my pet. You get to be the inferior one, you get to learn what it's like to be nothing more than property" She was sure he'd decline, sure that his superior human stubborness would never allow him to accept such a deal no matter how desperate he was. Still, it felt kind of nice to make such a demand, just a little way to vent her frustrations.
 
He gulped saliava, hesitating to answer it. But there was no other way dor him.
"I... I accept that. It's hard for my pride to agree on this terms, but it's fair. And just by looking on your body I can feel a fraction of misery that you experience from living there. And I will be glad to ease fate for us both."
He seriously felt bad for people living here. But there wasn't much he could do. He took off his glove and put his perfectly manicured, gentle hand on her palm, that was showing her rough life in slums. Not a living but rather a survival.
"I promise that I won't lie to you on that."
 
"Huh?" Celica's expression changed as she blinked in confusion. Had he...had he just accepted her offer?! Had a human seriously just accepted an offer to, even temporarily, become inferior to an Elf? A Dark Elf at that! Hard for his pride huh? Well she couldn't give a damn about his pride. When he removed his glove and put a hand on hers she was even more sure she couldn't feel sympathy for him....so clean, so manicured, his skin so soft, not rough at all. "...Alright, well it sounds like we have a deal. Though you'll forgive me if I don't take a human at his word, so if you do try to betray me then...well...just know that I can make you regret it. Potions aren't the only thing I can make" Any Elf alchemist was no stranger to making poisons as well, and it would be a simple matter to poison him if he tried to double cross her.

"Well....I'm hardly in any hurry to stay around here, and I doubt we can carry this stock back with us....so I suppose I'll just leave it here for the looters. Let's go shall we? I haven't eaten in three days and I'm assuming your home has enough food to feed this entire district twice over"
 
He glad that she accepted his offer, but still, the compromise was very hard for him.
"You would be surprised, but I don't have much food left, maybe for this evening. And you can leave stuff there, but grab few potions to sell. I am really short on money and we need something to start with. Considering that most of the money will go to pay for a guard to ignore that I am taking an elf with me. Normally, I am supposed to buy someone of your kind from a market instead to pay taxes. We will go together with cloak on me till entrance and after that I will let you wear it."

He got lost in thoughts for a moment.
"And thank you for giving me a chance. Let's get out of here quickly."
 
What he considered 'not much food left' would still be a feast down here in the slums. To her 'not much food' would be quarter of a slice of stale bread, not the fresh food he probably had in his refrigerator. He was right about grabbing a few potions, so she grabbed the few valuable ones she kept on the shelves, though most of the ones worth much of anything she only brewed on request. "These should be enough to cover the cost of a guard bribe, this one is an extremely powerful healing potion, whilst this one is a suggestion potion. Slip this to someone and they'll say, do or think anything the first person they sees tells them to" She tucked the bottles into a tattered satchel she had for gathering ingredients, before turning to leave with him, taking one last look at her tiny shack, though it certainly wasn't a look that said she was going to miss the place, before strolling out through the rag covering the door and not taking any further looks back. It seemed she was all too happy to get out of there quickly.

"I'm Celica by the way. Figure you should at least know my name if you're going to publically 'own' me, and I'd rather use my Elven name than some human one like your kind normally like to give your pets, thinking it makes us feel special"
 
He watched she was prepearing to go. It should be easy to get through a city as long as it's dark outside.
"And my name is Vanrad. Yes, Celica, these potions will work well. Maybe we will be even able to give it to a guard instead of money. Lead the way, you probably know this place better than me, all the safe routes. Bring us to the northern path to human district, there is a guard that supposed to let us in."

They exited a shack and he followed her, as she was taking weird ways to get to a destination. He hoped she didn't think about leading him to a trap after she heared about money for a guard's bribe. Her rags were barely hiding her sexy body, that he was clearly observing from behind, as her firm ass was a pleasant sight, especially in a movement. And her skin tone looked magically in the moonlight. When they got to a guard's post they stopped.
 
"Well I'll leave getting the guard to actually drink the potion to you, somehow doubt he's going to accept any bottle a Dark Elf gives him" Celica glanced over at him, then started to lead the way towards the Northern gates. It was true she knew the safer routes, though normally she'd probably lead a human through the most dangerous routes simply out of spite. Not this time though, this time she really did take the safe routes, making sure his hood stayed up to keep his identity concealed, as far as anyone was concerned he was just some nobody non-human resident of the slums same as most others, just looking for a place to spend the night or one of many who'd make an ill-thought attempt to sneak into the human upper district for whatever reason.

As he watched her ass he would occasionally notice almost something like a bulge coming from around the front, but it could easily have just been the movement or bunching up of the rags, from behind it was impossible to be sure. As they approached the guard post she tugged out the suggestion potion, slipping it to Vanrad. "Just tell him it's booze or something, as soon as he takes a sip just tell him to wave us through and that we were never there. If I give it to him then he'll think it's poison. After that...give me your cloak and then lead the way to your mansion or whatever"
 
He took the potion and went to a guard. He took the hood down so he would notice fellow human.
"Hello there. Remember me? You let me inside about an hour ago."
"Yes, I remember you. Are you ready to pay for your way back?"
"Sure, but first I wanna give you something special as an appreciation for your cooperation. Elvish boose that I took from elvish scum that tried to rob me. Wanna taste it? It's in the little vial because it's strong, it will strike your head like a thunder!"
Guardsman looked sceptically on this vial, but he was thirty and haven't drink anything in a while.
"Yes, I would be happy to drink something now, thank you."

He uncorked the vial and sipped the fluids from there. His mind got hazy and soon he looked like in trance.
Vanrad told him - "You will let us in and forget about this."
Guardsman slowly repeated it and continued to stand at his post, not showing any movement.
He went back and gave cloak to Celica.
"alright, we are clear to go."

They went past him, now he was leading the way. He led her through a valleys to a cozy-looking house with two floors. House had about seven rooms and a basement. He opened the door and welcomed her inside.
"Okay, we are here. We can finally breathe freely. Come in."
 
Celica's eyebrow twitched as she heard 'elvish scum' come out of his mouth...oh god the urge to just turn around was rather strong, but she managed to resist it. She'd told him to keep to their deal, and she needed to do the same, her honour as an elf needed her to keep her word. She glanced over as the guard looked at the vial, then took a sip, the effects obvious as they took effect. If nothing else it was proof of her work, that her potions were good quality and worked exactly as she said. As promised the guard was an obedient puppy for Vanrad after the potion.

"....Thanks" It felt strange to be thanking a human, but Celica did so as she took the cloak, slowly pulling it on. She winced slightly as it covered up her ears, pressing them down. Hopefully it wouldn't take too long, this hood was incredibly uncomfortable. Still, they passed the guard and headed through to the human upper district. It was so different....no crime, no litter, no people begging and starving in the streets....it was a different world. Celica couldn't help looking around in wonder, though eventually she found herself at Vanrad's home. To her it really was a mansion.
As she stepped inside and the door closed she quickly pulled down the hood, her ears springing free. "Finally. Ok, first things first, get me some food" It seemed she was already 'taking charge' now that they were in his home, and Celica just went to look around the rooms. "So then what? I guess you have to go and take me to get 'registered' or something...?"
 
He thought abour registration. It will be a problem.
"Yeaah... Glad I didn't give guards any money. Because we will need to bribe a market owner ro registrate you, like I've bought you there. But we will handle with it tomorrow. For now, you should certainly take a bath, eat and have some rest. Also tell me what kind of clothes you would like. But I can't promise that I will have everything since it's my wardrobe. We can buy something later. Won't tease you with what kind of food I will bring, you are certainly too hungry for that. Just give me a second."

He put his clothes for the outside away and weared simple shirt and pants for a home with slippers. And went to prepare food for them both. He had about a 1.5 portions of mashed potato with chicken. He warmed it up, took third of the portion protion for himself and everything else to her. It was warm inside the house, wooden floors were covered in rugs and comfortable furniture was placed aroundnthe house. It was certainly ready to invite more than one guest, but some of the stuff he sold out because he needed money for food and rent.
 
A bath....god when was the last time Celica had been able to take a real bath? She couldn't even remember it....the best she normally got was to wash herself in a broken drain or in the falling rainwater. "Clothes? Hm...well...I guess you just mean I get to pick what to wear when we're here and alone...." She knew that out in public, or even when Vanrad had guests over to his house, she would have to dress in ways the law dictated....and quite possibly how Vanrad dictated. It was going to be strange....having to obey his orders no matter what if they were out of the house or had company....but still...when they were alone the tables would be turned, she couldn't help but smirk at the thought. She was considering putting him in his place right now but....the temptation of food, a bath and a bed was too great. Besides, maybe it would be a good idea to let him have the 'first turn' so to speak, no reason to give him a reason to want payback right off the bat.

When he brought the food she couldn't help lick her lips, and didn't hesitate to dig in. The food was heavenly. It was cooked! Oh god she'd never eaten food like this before! It didn't take long at all for her to completely clear her plate, not even scraps remaining. "Oh by the gods...that was...I don't normally eat that much in a whole month" She licked at her lips. "Alright, just show me where the bath is and where I can sleep. Then tomorrow....well....I guess tomorrow we'll see exactly how this is all going to work won't we?"
 
Seeing her eating food that eagerly made him feel bad, he even offered his portion to her. When eating happened, he decided it was time to show her a bath.
"Follow me, it's on the second floor."
He already started filling it in and when they got up bath was full. He turned off the water, bath was full of hot crystal-clear H2O.

He put some soap there and let her enter it. While she was busy clearing herself up he went looking for clothes, talking to her, since door was open.
"I can give you my pajamas. Never actually used them, it was a gift and I have my other pair. But there is an issue. We have only one bed there, because I've sold other one. To pay for this place. So I hope you don't mind that."
 
To think that humans used pure clean water in this way....wasted it on bathing rather than drinking! They really took such amazing things for granted, things that the other races could use so desperately.
Once he was gone she removed her rags and slipped into the water with a relaxed sigh, sinking down just enough that it meant even with the door open Vanrad would be unable to see anything over the side of the tub.
"Hm?" She glanced up, his pajamas? The top would never come close to stretching around her more than ample chest. "....I'll wear my rags underneath them then I think, that shirt will never close for me" Her brow furrowed when he mentioned there was only one bed. ".....Well for my first night here I'm not sharing. I'll take the bed for tonight and you can sleep on that comfortable chair downstairs. At least let me have one night knowing how humans get to sleep"
 
"But..."
Then he realised that they had a deal.
"Alright, I will sleep on a chair, as you say. Anything else you wish to know or maybe you need something?"

He asked, as he went downstairs, prepearing chair for somewhat comfortable sleeping after he finished making his bed. Or rather her bed now. He was tired after his adventures, but wasn't really slealy. Probably will need some time on that chair to be able to fall asleep. Then he went around rooms, cleaning stuff up and washing dishes.
 
Celica heard his initial protest, but it didn't take him long to remember their deal. A noticeable smirk crossed her face for just the briefest moment, giving an order to the human felt so good, just that tiny bit of revenge for something so simple. Even his chair would have been heaven for her to sleep in, but a real bed....oh yes, that would be even better. "Hm...no I think that'll be pretty much everything for tonight..." Once Vanrad had gone downstairs Celica got out of the bath, savouring in the pleasure of drying herself with the big fluffy towels, then tugging her rags back on, adjusting her breasts and tucking away her cock carefully, before pulling on the Pyjamas Vanrad had left her. Though the top was more like an open jacket than anything else.

Once ready she went through to the bedroom, though almost as soon as she was laid upon it and under the covers she fell asleep, the deepest, most wonderful sleep she had ever known.

It wasn't until late in the morning that she awoke, yawning and stretching slightly, before heading downstairs. "Vanrad? You're awake right? As much as I hate to say it, we should probably get this registration thing over with before anyone who saw you bringing me here yesterday decides to report you for having an....'unregistered pet'.....and I'd rather not get hauled off to one of your infamous markets"
 
When he heard that she finished cleaning up and quietly snuffled on the bed he turned off the light inside the bath tub and closed the doors. He went down to the first floor, too, the most comfortable position as it was possible on the chair and after 5 minutes fall into slumber.
On the next morning he woke up a bit earlier than Celica and decided not to awake her. He decided to go out and buy the leash, as without it they would certainly have problems in public. When she awakened and asked him he was already back, ready to go out.

"Yes, Celica. But now for the rules. You will have to wear this collar that i've bought. I think I can address you with your name, I have an idea for it. But you will have to call me master. When we won't be going anywhere waiting - you will have to be on your knees, trying to please me somehow or atleast show some attention. For now that's all, but I think that market owner will give more information how to avoid problems."
He presented her a collar with her name on it.
"It was a bit expensive, but I think you would appreciate having your name instead of "slave"."
 
The rules...Celica had heard plenty of rumours but it was difficult to know what had been fact and what had been fiction. She frowned as she saw the collar, but just gave a slight nod at having to wear it. At least she was fortunate enough to only have to wear it when out in public, or when there were guests over. When they were alone at least she could rip it off and toss it to the floor. The idea of calling him Master...for some reason that sat even worse with her than wearing the collar did. The idea of calling anyone 'Master', especially a human, almost physically hurt. But still, she'd expected that when she made this deal, it was the price she had been willing to pay from the beginning. Being on her knees though, trying to please him or show him attention...well...she'd figure something out at least.
Celica reached out and took the collar, sighing slightly as she looked at it, before slowly pulling it on. "Alright....I suppose I'm as ready as I'll ever be so....just lead the way"
 
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