When she woke up at the crack of dawn, Momo was in a fantastic mood. She charged ahead with her morning exercises, her muscles feeling like a million dupla. The hard physical labor she had done the day prior stressed all her body, from the largest muscles in her arms to the small ones in her feet. Yet all it took was a deep night's sleep to give them the rest they needed. As thanks, they were primed and ready to go.  

The sit-ups came to her faster, and she crushed the record to complete her five sets by two minutes. It was the same with her push-ups, and she couldn’t believe how her body had grown and acclimated to this workout. Even if she did miss a week or two, it was astonishing how fast her body got back in the groove of things.  

Just a month ago, I would’ve died if I tried doing this… I guess Singi are naturally flexible, so if I think of everything as a stretch...? That makes sense, right? Though I don’t know if push-ups can count as stretching.  

The strenuous motions caused the naked Singi’s body to become drenched with sweat. Her face remained calm, and she used what breathing techniques she learned from Dineria to keep oxygen steadily pouring through her lungs. Still, it felt mighty strange, maybe even somewhat erotic, to work her body in such a way while her nakedness was on full display. Of course, the room was empty except for herself, and the door was locked and shut tight.  

The sweat from her face and neck dripped down her blossoming chest, tickled her stomach, and made its way past her bare snatch. Then when it was time to work on her balance, Momo transitioned into a handstand. She spun in place to try to cool down. That only made her dizzy, though, and she tumbled across the wooden floor in a medal-winning slide. In her grogginess, she stared at the pretty Servis that danced around her eyes.  

“Ouch… Okay, so that’s something I gotta work on. Alright! Time to get back to it!” She wasn’t deterred at all, and a little setback was washed away with a hand through her slick hair. Standing up, Momo walked forward while leaning over with her hands outstretched. It was a perfect transition into the handstand stance.   

She pressed her legs together until she was like an arrow stabbed into the ground. When she spread them open, her feminine slit faced the ceiling. But being in this position caused a familiar itch to well up in her crotch.  

Should I… Should I try to touch myself like this? I wasn’t planning on it, but… Thought the girl who was currently upside down. She had nearly mastered the art of one-handed balancing, and her tail was there to provide some fine control… 

“What the heck…” she whispered. A cute tongue gathered up the sweat around her lips, and a few fingers entered her mouth. Since she was going to take a shower right after this, whatever mess she made was going to get cleaned right up. She slid her hand from her chest down to her stomach, her wet fingers lightly scratching her skin. When they went over her abdomen, the Singi realized she was getting just a bit muscular. It was barely there, but there it was all the same.  

Grampy did say that he was once the striking figure of muscle, and he said he could even wash his clothes on his abdomen because he said he had ‘washboard abs.’ Is that gonna happen to me? 

“I guess I kinda hope I do. I think? I—Ooh!” The goofy girl was engrossed in a one-sided conversation she didn’t even notice her own thumb glancing against her clitoris. The sudden overflow of pleasure nearly knocked her over, but she extended the arm she balanced on and hopped into the air. That quarter of a second gave her time to rebalance herself. But since her legs were open to the ceiling, her sense of weight was slightly off. Momo surprised herself with how easily she recovered from it all, even returning to a basic stance with her legs closed and pointed to the sky.  

“Okay… Let’s try this again…” Sweat dripped down her face, leaving behind a faint salty flavor upon her lovely lips. A playful tongue lapped it all up as she opened her legs for a second time. With this new chance, Momo made sure to focus on the pleasure. Instead of making the long journey down the front of her body, her fingers immediately set off on the attack. Once the pesky middle finger had started to wander around her warm port, Momo moaned while biting her lip.  

I can’t… I can’t believe it’s that hot inside of me… Is every…everyone like that…? Wha—what about… Mmnnnnn!!! 

When she removed her middle finger, it was drenched all the way to her knuckle. She went to insert it again, but her juices splashed over, coating her thighs in a glistening sweetness. She was already sweaty from the workout, and her heart was beating a kilometer a minute. With these two things combined—the tiredness from the workout and the pleasure from her crotch, it all took her breath away.  

I’ve… I’ve never been this wet down there before… But it feels so good when I’m touching myself… 

Momo tried to gasp for some much-needed oxygen, but whatever she swallowed wasn’t enough. The blood started to drain down, away from her feet. No blood meant no oxygen, and that meant there wasn’t any heat being conveyed to her feet and toes. 

The super unnatural feeling was the reason why her mind was forcibly snatched away from the growing pleasure. It almost frightened her to the point where she couldn’t keep her balance. Momo’s hand gave out, and her head bonked the ground. She groaned out in pain, then groaned a second time when her backside flipped down onto the wooden floor. The collective love juices spurted out of her crotch, but she didn’t focus on that.  

Momo leaned up and rubbed her legs as fast she could, then scrambled to her feet. “Ouch ouch!!! Ouchie!!!” A second tumble was almost in her future as her feet slipped on her own liquids, but her cat-like reflexes rescued her in the nick of time. It felt like pins and needles were stabbing into her legs, but it wasn’t anything new. All the Singi had to do was walk it off until the blood came rushing back down to her adorable toes. And speaking of those, her toenails were getting a tad too long.  

“But my toenails can wait,” said a slightly woozy Momo. “Besides, I now know that just because I feel comfortable with my handstands doesn’t mean I’m an expert at them. Wait, but isn’t it kinda perverted to say that playing with myself while upside down is a form of training? Ehh!!! Does that mean I’m a pervert?!” 

A drastic realization made itself known on her surprised face. Momo, a pervert? In an exaggeration, she stumbled to her bed and fell to her stomach on the soft blankets. Then happiness took over, and she rolled around like a dog that had just gotten a bath. The gentleness of the blanket softly rubbed and warmed her pristine skin. Without any warning, she flipped to her back and tenderly started to finger herself. A hand danced to her lovely breasts, which seemed so tiny when compared to Servi’s lovely bosoms. But that size difference didn’t mean Momo’s boobs were any less sensitive. The way her nipples became stiff and hard, and the shocks surged through her body when she pinched them between her fingers… 

It was divine. Absolutely divine. Momo rolled to her stomach and buried her head in a pillow while raising her hips. Even as her fingers were hugged by her immensely warm folds, her juices squelched out when she couldn’t hold back her voice. Her lovely moans were absorbed by the pillow. It took the sweet drool dripping from the corners of her delicious lips.  

Her soft thighs quivered, the sweet, sweet lustful whispers purring from her mouth cried out the name of her best friend. The strength left her lower body, and she just collapsed to the mattress as her love juices gushed out of her glistening crotch. The lovely girl gasped, her fingers still thunderously pounding into her pussy. Slowly, they came to a stop when her hasty breathing settled down.  

That… That was the strongest one yet… Even Momo's thoughts flowing through her mind in short spurts were representative of her current physical exhaustion. The blissful afterglow of such an orgasm, right when the pleasure surged throughout her body, was the best part. For Momo, at least. When she finally had the strength to touch her crotch, she confirmed it was as wet as water. Slippery and slimy, she wondered if she was other girls.  

I keep saying it might be wrong for me to feel this while thinking about her, but I just keep doing it. When she’s all better, I’m definitely going to have to apologize. But what a conversation that will be, huh? ‘Oh, by the way… I hope you don’t mind that I touch myself when thinking about you…’ Really? Momo, just how ridiculous does that sound to you? But… 

Her thoughts transitioned from simply being in her head to being spoken aloud. “I love Servy for who she is. And I know she’ll love me for who I am. And that includes the things I don’t yet know about myself,” Momo whispered into her pillow. Then came the singing of songbirds, which signified that it was about time for her to get ready for the day.  

And I know I’m not getting ahead of myself. I can’t just keep going through life expecting the bad outcomes. And I don’t want to get so full of myself to just expect the good things, either. There’s always gonna be the good and the bad, and it isn’t wrong for me to hope that some particular things come out good. 

There’s a difference between being cocky and being hopeful, right?  

After getting dressed in a simple pair of shorts and a t-shirt, Momo dragged herself and her bag to one of Warden’s many shower rooms and set about scrubbing the sweat off. More than once did her eyes sharply glance to a waiting table, but Momo just wasn’t in the right mood to masturbate so soon after having done it. Well, it was that and she was still kinda rightly embarrassed about falling over when she touched herself while in a handstand. She sure was glad no one but her was witness to such a blunder. Still, even though such a tumble was humorous in hindsight, the fact that she was able to do all that was nothing short of a miracle.  

The truth was this: Momo was growing stronger, and the results of her efforts were staring at her in the eye. The muscles all over her body were being tested, day in and day out. Even as the sprinkle of warm water doused her head, the waterlogged Singi formed a muscle with her left arm. A smile curled across her lips, and she spent a few moments admiring her muscles like a bodybuilder would.  

“Hehe! It’s a good thing I chose a shower with a mirror, or I would’ve looked like a complete fool… A strong fool at that… Now, I got a scrub-a-dud-dub and get to my Servy! It’s time for our morning hug!” As Momo said that, the fruity smell of citrus tickled her nose as the soap-covered cloth brushed over her arms. It was a tad bit expensive, but paying the premium was worth it since it left her smelling so good. The water soon battered the suds away, leaving behind skin that was refreshed and willing to take on the challenges of the day.  

“Hey! How’s my favorite Human in the whole wide world doing?!” said an excitable Singi as she opened the door to Servi’s room. Her boot-covered feet skipped their owner in without waiting for a reply. An invisible presence slowly closed the door after her.  

Since the plan they had for today didn’t involve anything especially physical, Momo had chosen a rather casual outfit, which consisted of a red shirt tucked in a pair of brown shorts and her favorite pair of pink socks. She decided not to do anything fancy with her hair and let it be. Of course, Momo wouldn’t be Momo without her trademarked messenger bag and longsword, both of which accented her outfit very nicely. She was certainly dressed very cutely, but that wasn’t strange because she was quite the adorable Singi.  

“Eh? Servy? You do know I mean you, right?” Momo was rightly puzzled when the girl she saw staring out of the window didn’t turn around. With as much progress as they were making with the obvious situation at hand, she expected something. If not a small glance backwards, maybe a simple fidget of the arms or hand. But no... Servi had chosen to remain incredibly still, like a stone statue.  

No, that wasn’t true. Servi's upper body made very slight movements. Momo’s fluffy ears picked the quiet murmur of a cry, and she walked ahead with patient haste. Her tail cautiously danced behind her.  

“Servy, what’s wrong?” Momo asked. She hugged her very best friend from behind, wrapping her lovely hands around her friend’s stomach. The Singi’s palms were met with the texture of coarse, blue overalls. Her head rested flat against Servi’s back, her cheek nuzzling a little spot right near her neck. She had to stand up on her tippy toes to reach it, though.  

The whimpers of a pained heart continued to flow as the pair stood there. Connected together, they just remained as one being. Then when the sobs died down, the traumatized Human turned around to stare down at her support Singi. She had the bluest eyes—deeper than the harshest sapphires or the strongest waves—and they held nothing but admiration, kindness, and love.  

“This isn’t the first time we’ve done this…” Momo’s lips parted as words flowed out. She thought long and hard about what she wanted to say. “Do you want to go lay down? If you still need to cry, that’s fine with me. Just let it all out, okay?” Momo went to walk backwards to the bed, but her lovable friend refused to move. “Or we can stay right here if you want to,” Momo added on. She adjusted her arms, which were wrapped around the lower part of Servi’s back, right above the hips, and just slowly swayed from side to side.  

When Servi suddenly shifted, Momo went along with it. She absolutely refused to fight against any movements her friend made. Like the leaves in the breeze, their simple dance carried them to nearly every centimeter of the room. When it brought them to the bed, Momo leaned backwards and fell on it, with Servi landing stop of her. Her arm shot out to prevent her from smothering on her friend.  

But was it Servi who did that? Or was it Itarr? 

“Eeh!” cried the Singi as Servi’s whimpers started to increase in volume. Momo stared up at those beautiful red orbs, observing the sadness that captivated her attention. Fat tears dropped down, wetting her cheeks. 

Their faces were so close to each other that the tips of their noses were almost touching. Momo felt Servi’s exasperated breaths warm her lips. 

 As if the strength abandoned Servi, her arms nearly folded into themselves as her whole weight became supported by Momo. Her head was buried in the Singi’s neck, where her muffled moans were coming out at a choked rate. It was highly likely the fantastically clean shirt she was wearing was about to become soaked with tears and snot.  

Well, she thought that was fine. It was nothing a quick wash couldn’t get rid of. 

“Servy… What’s wrong? Let me help you… Please…” Momo whispered. Her voice had come out as a garbled mess, and she joined in with the crying.  

It was an auspicious sight—one that could have been taken as an expression of love and not friendly friendship—of one tender-hearted girl supporting her best friend. The most Momo could do was lend her body as support. The hands she had wrapped around Servi’s back moved upwards to her shoulders. Rubbing them affectionately, they came back down and stopped right at her waist. She held her tightly and inhaled, taking in her friend’s scent.  

I hope Servy’s liking how I smell. Was that weird…?  

This little impromptu snuggle session came to an end when a hungry stomach couldn’t live without food for a moment longer. Apparently, that was also a sign for Servi to calm down. Her sudden sadness and crying simmered off like a pot leaving a stove. She flipped her body over until she lay parallel with Momo. It all happened so quick that Momo herself was nearly taken for the ride. She managed to unhook her arms and instead locked her fingers around a waiting hand. Using the other to push herself up, Momo gazed downward at her friend.  

Servi wasn’t sleeping, but she wasn’t doing much of anything other than stare at the ceiling. For a brief moment, Momo wondered if all of that excellent progress had been lost. If so, then what was the cause? What happened after she went to bed? A million little questions traveled through Momo’s overactive imagination, yet they were scattered to the depths when she felt a single squeeze.  

“Servy, wherever we’ll go, we’ll do it together. Just keep squeezing my hand, and I’ll keep squeezing yours…” Momo whispered. She didn’t expect the day to start off like that, but deep down, she was kind of happy she was able to hold and caress Servi. Especially since the girl was the one to initiate it, whether she knew it or not.  

“Hehe, and you know what? It felt kinda nice when you had your whole weight on me… You’re lighter than I thought too. Wha—I mean, I didn’t think you were heavy or anything. Remember when I had to carry you before? When I slapped you on my back and walked all weirdly like? Yeah, that’s a thing of the past. I’m back in tip-top shape! Don’t believe me? Well, stand up and see for yourself!” Momo stood up and gently escorted Servi along for the ride. “Now, you stand right there, okay? Good! Now, be ready to hold on to me, okay?”  

Momo slowly turned Servi in a circle until she was standing the right way, then placed one hand across her back. Her other hand went found a nice spot under Servi’s knees, and Momo, quite literally, swept Servi off her feet. It was a flawless princess carry, and the Singi said a quiet prayer of thanks to her muscles. “Now that I’ve got you like this, I can do all sorts of things!” Momo said those words and slowly spun in a circle. Servi kept a blank look on her face, but she wrapped her arms around Momo’s neck. It was a bona fide show of trust that she didn’t react in any other way.

“You see? I have gotten stronger. Strong enough to carry you like this. That means I can handle any little thing that might happen… Your safety is rest assured, my lady… Hehe! I’ve always wanted to try saying something cool like that.  Now, why don’t we go get some breakfast? Does that sound good?” Momo smiled as if a flower was blossoming into the springtime of romance. But if she was cool, calm, and collected, then she wasn’t ready for what came next.  

Somehow, the depths of Servi’s mind thought it appropriate to raise her hand like a queen. Her palm slid across the warm cheek of her knight in adorable clothes, causing the breath in her throat to become trapped. Suddenly, it was like time slowed to a snail’s crawl. Servi began to lean in, the locks of black hair coming closer and closer to Momo’s forehead.  

Was it happening? Right here? Right now? Entirely within the confines of a simple room at Warden? Before either of them had eaten breakfast? Were they finally going to go past being best friends and into something official? 

Momo’s unsteady heart filled itself with determination…for something that didn’t come. Servi did lean forward, but her head tilted down at the last second. What would have become a lovely first kiss for the romance-filled Singi still turned into something to remember. Just touching their foreheads together, staring fondly into each other’s eyes… Allowing the warmth from both of them to travel freely from one to the other… 

It was enough. It was more than what Momo’s poor heart could take. She let down her ‘princess’ and gently clasped her hand around hers. Her tail kicked into overdrive for a second or two, then mellowed out as Momo tapped her growling stomach.