Short Story: Lithisia’s Itchy Shovel

Short Story:
Lithisia’s Itchy Shovel

IN THE SHOVEL QUARTERS in the World Tree Castle, a large canopy bed dressed in red velvet occupied the center of the room. Upon it, Lithisia spotted something unusual: clay. The other day Alan had summoned Fio to this very room, so this clay was probably involved in their “Elf Revival Shovel” techniques. It looked like it had been molded by hand.

The clay’s shape was round, and its soft feel immediately made Lithisia think of a woman’s body. In particular, a substantial pair of breasts.

“W-wait a second, is this…” Lithisia blushed. The princess had pictured something particular in her head, causing her cheeks to redden.

“What’s wrong, Lithisia?”

“Shovel?!”

She whirled to find Alan directly behind her. Since the miner could dig holes and build passageways wherever he pleased, he tended to pop up out of nowhere like this.

“Interested in that clay? It’s for Fio to practice with.”

“Ah, y-yes, of course!” Lithisia continued to blush.

Alan was perfectly calm, but for some reason, Lithisia was growing pinker by the second. As far as the miner was concerned, Revival Shovel was just a codename for sculpting practice, but to Lithisia, it meant something else entirely. Something she couldn’t ever say out loud. In her head, this clay had become a representation not just of any old bosom, but specifically of Fio’s.

The princess covered her mouth with one hand and began to fidget as she imagined the miner and the elf practicing together.

Alan definitely misunderstood this reaction. “If you’re interested, I was just thinking of doing some (sculpting) prep.”

“Huh?! Wh-what about Fio?”

“She’s off in the forest. I figured I’d start without her.”

Lithisia found herself hesitating. If she agreed to this, she’d feel bad for Fio. She knew she should probably decline Alan’s offer, but quite frankly, she wanted to see the miner use his big, gruff hands to mold Fio’s body (or a representation of it). In fact, she super shovely wanted to see that!

“I-In that case, I’ll gladly take you up on your shoveffer! I mean, offer!”

“Then let’s get started.”

The miner took up his shovel and then started doing something Lithisia was altogether unprepared for.

“Eeek?! Y-you’re using the head like that?!”

Alan had begun to drag the head of his shovel along the curves of the clay. He traced its hard surface, checking to see that it had hardened properly. This was the kind of prep work Alan had referred to, but Lithisia interpreted it rather differently. She could feel her chest tighten up.

“Um, ah, I, it’s like a big fingernail… Eeek!”

I mean, how else was she supposed to react? The head of Alan’s naughty shovel was scratching at the sculpted swells. It was almost as if Alan were picking at scabs or something. Fio’s tremendous chest… Well, not exactly. A clay representation of it. But to the princess with nothing but shovels on her mind, it was all one and the same. In that sense, she felt like her own body was being shoveled.

That was why she felt like her own…tips, were being delicately scratched at.

“Ah, oh my gosh, don’t do it so quickly… Ah!” Lithisia had gone bright crimson, sitting on her knees. She couldn’t take her eyes off of Alan’s shovel. It only got worse as Alan sped up. “Eeeeeeeeeeeeeek!”

Soon, Lithisia was soaking wet with sweat and breathing heavily. “Haaah, haaah, haaah…”

“All done. Lithisia, are you okay?” Alan couldn’t help but be concerned.

“I-I’m okay… Shovel… The shovel was…amazing.”

She definitely isn’t okay. Especially in the head.

Aaaah, oh, wonderful shovel! Fio, I’m shovely sorry! Lithisia’s eyes looked like glistening shovels as she silently apologized to Fio in her heart. The Itchy Shovel just felt so good! “I’m shovel shorry for stealing this moment from you!”

***

And so Lithisia learned about a brand-new form of shoveling that day.

Oh, I should teach Alice all about it, too!

Needless to say, she would certainly share what she had learned with the hapless undead king, but that’s a story for another time.