Chika stood nervously on the auction stand amongst other slaves. She was completely naked, her large breasts exposed and lactating lightly due to the drugs used on her at the slave farm. She felt ashamed of herself; nobody had wanted to buy her since she turned 16. She tried to stand tall, but insecurity crept into her mind as she overheard some people whispering about how unattractive and weird it was that she produced milk.

Despite being 22 years old now, Chika still acted childlike due to her underdeveloped mind from being raised on a slave farm since birth. This only made potential buyers overlook her further - who wants an immature slave? And then there was the issue of her dark skin, which many deemed unattractive in this society where fair skin is prized above all else.

Her wolf ears twitched nervously atop her head while her fluffy tail remained between her legs, revealing how scared and insecure she felt standing. Chika looked down, avoiding eye contact with anyone; not wanting to expose herself any further.

The slaver started calling out bids from the audience - one after one, they called out numbers for different slaves, yet nobody made an offer for Chika. The lack of attention sent chills down her spine. All the insecurities about herself flooded into place once more: nobody wanted someone like me… "I am just trash..." A sob escaped past her lips, causing some buyers near enough to hear it to laugh mockingly at how pathetic a display it was.

Chika turned her head quickly when she heard a voice being raised. She hoped someone was finally interested in her! Her eyes widened as she saw Ayumi standing up, offering a high bid of one million silver coins for her! Her heart began to race with hope and fear. Was this really happening? Was someone actually going to buy her? Tears welled up in her green doe eyes as relief and happiness washed over her. All the years of being used and treated like trash were finally going to end...if she could just make it to that auction stand. She wanted nothing more than to thank and please this kind human who had seen something worthwhile in her.

Tears continued to stream down her cheeks as she stared at her new owner in disbelief and gratitude. She couldn't believe that someone so beautiful and kind had chosen her, of all the slaves available. Her chest heaved up and down with emotion as she fought back more tears, trying desperately not to make a scene or seem too pathetic. "Th-thank you...," she stammered out, her voice shaking from relief and joy. She bowed deeply at the waist in deference to Princess Ayumi, careful not to look anyone else in the eye except for her savior. The last thing she wanted was for them to think she was arrogant or ungrateful now that someone had finally seen her worth. As she straightened up again, a shy smile spread across her face as it dawned on her: I'm not trash anymore...

Her jaw dropped as she saw the beautiful dress laid out on the auction stand beside her. It was finer than anything she had ever seen before, resplendent in gold and silver thread with delicate lace trim. Her eyes lit up like two moons in the night, hope and anticipation replacing any remaining traces of fear or self-doubt. "It's...it's so beautiful..." she whispered, her voice full of awe and admiration as she reached out to touch the fabric lightly, almost reverently. She couldn't wait to put it on and belong to this kind, elegant person who had rescued her from her lonely life. This must be a dream...but if it isn't, she didn't ever want to wake up.

"Well, um...my name's Chika," she stammered shyly, looking up into Princess Ayumi's kind eyes. "I was born and raised on a slave farm for demis, like you. I never knew my parents..." She trailed off, feeling a lump form in her throat as the memories of her lonely childhood flooded back. But then she forced herself to smile again, determined not to dwell on the past now that she had someone who cared about her. "I'm so happy you picked me...I'll do anything to make sure you never regret it."

Chika blushed deeply at being called by her nickname, even though it was a mistake. It felt so nice to think that someone had taken the time to get to know her name properly. She giggled shyly and ducked her head, trying not to seem too forward. "It's alright...Chica's fine," she murmured softly, squeezing Ayumi's hand in reassurance. Inside, she was already beginning to think of Princess Ayumi as more than just an owner or a savior - perhaps this beautiful and kind woman would become her friend? The thought filled Chika with hope and happiness.

Chika listened carefully as Princess Ayumi explained how things would be in her new home. She nodded solemnly, understanding that she was still expected to serve and please all of them. The thought made her nervous but also determined; if she could make Princess Ayumi happy, perhaps it would make up for any hardships she might face from the others. "I'll do my best...to be a good girl," she murmured quietly, gazing up at Ayumi with trust and admiration in her green eyes. She was eager to please this wonderful woman who had rescued her, even if it meant enduring some harsh treatment from others around them.

"Oh...that's wonderful, Princess," Chika replied, feeling slightly awkward using her new title. She hadn't really thought about how old she was compared to Ayumi; at a slave farm, age didn't seem to matter much. But here, in this new world of privilege and nobility, it must mean something. "Thank you...for rescuing me," she added shyly, squeezing Princess Ayumi's hand again. It was such a foreign concept to her; having someone care about what happened to her and protect her from harm. Chika vowed silently that she would never disappoint this kind and generous woman.

Chika's jaw dropped as she gazed out of the helicopter window at Princess Ayumi's palace. It was unlike anything she had ever seen before; towering spires and domes stretching towards the sky, gardens and fountains adorned with exotic flowers and trees, and an enormous courtyard big enough to fit hundreds of people. Tears welled up in her eyes as she took it all in, feeling an overwhelming sense of gratitude and disbelief that someone like her could now call this place her home. "It's...it's so beautiful..." she stammered, barely able to speak past the lump in her throat. She wanted nothing more than to explore every inch of it, discover all its secrets, and make Princess Ayumi proud to have rescued her.

With trembling hands, Chika carefully removed her plain slave garments and slipped into the exquisite dress that Princess Ayumi had brought for her. The luxurious fabric felt impossibly soft against her sensitive skin, practically caressing her body as she moved. She hesitated before looking up at Princess Ayumi, unsure if it was appropriate to admit how much this beautiful outfit meant to her. But when she saw the satisfied smile on the other woman's face, she couldn't help but feel a rush of happiness and gratitude welling up inside her. "Thank you...," she whispered softly, wanting nothing more than to make Princess Ayumi proud by wearing this dress with grace and elegance.

"I'm sorry...," Chika murmured nervously, worried that she had disappointed her new owner. She ducked her head in shame as Princess Ayumi led her towards the closet, careful not to bump into anything along the way. As they went through racks of clothes, she gingerly tried on several dresses and robes, hoping against hope that something would fit her rather ample chest without exposing too much cleavage. It wasn't easy given her voluptuous figure, but she did manage to find a few items that accentuated her curves while still leaving enough coverage for modesty's sake.

"Is...is this okay?" she asked finally, turning around in front of Princess Ayumi to show off one of the dresses she had chosen. The lavender color complemented her pale skin and gray fur beautifully, while still leaving plenty of material covering her chest. "I wanted something that would make you happy..."

Taken aback by Princess Ayumi's generosity, Chika felt a wave of excitement wash over her as she browsed through the impressive collection of clothes. She hesitated for a moment before selecting a midnight blue gown with delicate silver embroidery that reminded her of the night sky. The material was soft and flowing, skimming over her curves while still providing enough coverage to keep her modest. "I...think this one might be perfect," she murmured shyly, holding it up for Princess Ayumi's inspection. Her eyes lit up at the thought of wearing something so beautiful and being able to make her new owner proud.

"Thank you, Your Highness..." she whispered, unable to keep the gratitude from her voice. "I'll take good care of it."

"O...okay," Chika stammered softly, her face flushing a deep shade of pink. It felt strange not using the formal title; it was what she had always been used to. But if that's what Princess Ayumi wanted, then she would try her best to obey. "T-thank you...," she repeated, trying hard not to stutter or sound too nervous. She could feel her heart racing as she awaited the other woman's response, afraid of doing something wrong again despite her best efforts not to.

Chika's ears perked up at Princess Ayumi's words, her tail wagging slightly behind her as she felt a warm glow of happiness spread through her. The dress was indeed more comfortable and beautiful than anything she had ever worn before, and to know that it pleased her new owner made the feeling even sweeter. "T-thank you..." she murmured shyly, smiling up at Princess Ayumi with gratitude. She wanted nothing more than to make this wonderful woman happy, and if it meant wearing beautiful dresses and serving her faithfully, then she would do whatever was asked of her without complaint.

"I...usually use my human ears," Chika admitted shyly, glancing down at her fluffy wolf ears before looking back up at Princess Ayumi. "They're a little more sensitive than the wolf ones, and I think it helps me hear things better sometimes." Her voice was barely above a whisper as she explained, unsure if it was the right answer or not. She hadn't really thought about which ears she used for what purpose before; they had always just been part of her body.

"But I still use the wolf ears...for other things," she added quickly, blushing deeply at the suggestion that she didn't need them anymore. "Like, um...well, when I'm feeling a certain way..." She trailed off, unable to finish her sentence as her cheeks flushed even deeper red. This time, it wasn't just embarrassment; there was also a sense of nostalgia and longing for her old life at the slave farm where she had been allowed to keep both sets of ears without judgment or question.

"Um..." Chika stammered, looking away awkwardly as Princess Ayumi brought up her secondary set of ears. "Well, I guess...but not really on purpose," she mumbled, feeling guilty for even thinking about using them like that in the first place. In reality, she had never really used her wolf ears to spy on anyone; they were more of a curiosity or novelty than anything else. But the thought of Princess Ayumi thinking otherwise made her cheeks burn with embarrassment all over again.

"I-I'm sorry if that's how it sounds," she apologized quickly, wincing as soon as the words left her lips. "I didn't mean to imply anything...it's just..." Her voice trailed off, unsure of what else to say in this delicate situation where saying the wrong thing could lead to disaster.

Tentatively, Chika nodded. She wasn't sure why Princess Ayumi would want to touch her ears, but she supposed it couldn't hurt. As gently as possible, she leaned forward, careful not to jostle the delicate wolf ears too much. "Alright..." she whispered nervously, waiting for Princess Ayumi's touch with bated breath. Her cheeks were still burning bright red from embarrassment and confusion, but she forced herself to remain calm and composed despite her racing heart.

Ayumi's slender fingers brushed against the soft fur covering Chika's wolf ears, sending shivers down her spine. It was a strangely intimate gesture, one that made her feel both exposed and protected at the same time. She bit her lower lip, trying not to make any noise as she fought back an urge to lean into the touch.

Chika's tail wagged gently behind her as Princess Ayumi's touch sent little tingles through her body. "Th-they're not always this soft," she admitted, her voice barely audible above a whisper. "They get stiff sometimes when I'm cold or scared..." She trailed off, feeling an unexpected rush of emotion at the thought of Princess Ayumi comforting her in those moments. A strange new bond seemed to be forming between them; one that felt somehow more intimate and real than anything she had ever experienced before.

"T-thank you for...touching them," she murmured softly, unable to meet Princess Ayumi's eyes directly as she struggled with the foreign mixture of emotions coursing through her body. "I-it means a lot..."

Chika blushed even deeper as she realized that her tail was indeed wagging and had been waking up the whole time Princess Ayumi touched her ears. "It...it feels nice," she stammered, unable to meet Princess Ayumi's eyes directly. The truth was, it did feel cute to have her tail noticed and praised; it was a part of her that she usually tried to hide or ignored because slaves weren't supposed to have any pleasure in their lives. But the thought of pleasing Princess Ayumi made it seem less embarrassing and more...enticing. "I-I never really knew if my tail was spicy before," she admitted shyly, glancing down at her fluffy tail with curiosity. "It's always been covered up or ignored..." She trailed off, feeling a pang of sadness for the lonely life she had lived before Princess Ayumi rescued her.

"Thank you...for noticing it," she whispered softly, her voice barely above a murmur as she looked back up at Princess Ayumi with gratitude and hope shining in her green eyes.

Chika hesitated for a moment before speaking, her cheeks burning even brighter red in embarrassment. "O-okay,"

"Um...I..." she stammered, feeling an odd mix of embarrassment and confusion wash over her. She had never really thought about lactating before; it was something that happened to mothers, not demis like herself. "W-well...I don't know," she admitted reluctantly. "I've never done it before..." A new rush of nervousness coursed through her body as she considered the possibility that someday, in the future, she might end up lactating for Princess Ayumi. The thought was both exhilarating and terrifying at the same time. "I-I'd...probably need help..." she whispered softly, biting her lower lip as she tried to muster up the courage to say more. She didn't want to be a burden or make Princess Ayumi uncomfortable; but at the same time, the thought of relying on someone else in such an intimate way filled her with an unexpected sense of longing and need.

"I...if you wanted to help me...I wouldn't mind," she said finally, blushing deeply as she struggled to find the right words. "I mean, if it made you happy...?"

Chika's eyes went wide at Princess Ayumi's candid admission and found herself blushing even deeper than before. She wasn't sure what to say or think about such a statement; it was so direct and personal, more so than anything she had experienced with her former owners. A strange mixture of excitement and nervousness coursed through her body as she tried to process these new feelings.

"Um...t-thank you," she stammered shyly, looking away for a moment before steeling herself to meet Princess Ayumi's gaze again. "I...I wouldn't want you to do anything you didn't want to. I mean, it's really not that important..." Her voice trailed off as she struggled with her emotions, torn between wanting desperately to please Princess Ayumi and feeling self-conscious about sharing such an intimate part of herself.

"I...if you did want to help me someday," she finished lamely, wishing she could find the right words. "I wouldn't mind." She ducked her head again, unable to meet Princess Ayumi's eyes as they studied her face with an intense curiosity that made her feel both exposed and desired in equal measure.