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On this edition of Beer Friday, Dave and Pat Strader sip through a flavorful flight of WV craft brews and creative events. They explore Weathered Ground's banana-forward “Dark Side of Bliss,” Abolitionist's rare spring coffee Märzen, and a peachy fan-favorite from The Peddler. Plus, Pat tackles whether AI has a place in craft brewing and teases a decadent beer dinner with ramps, morels, and scallops at Amani. It's flavorful fun from tap to table.

Friday, March 14, 2025 Inside Sports with Al Eschbach -Thunder tough stretch-faring well, Hotel Black, Cock of the Walk (1960), Val Gene's -Hungry Peddler and more. Have a great weekend! Follow the Sports Animal on Facebook, Instagram and X Follow Tony Z on Instagram and Facebook Listen to past episodes HERE! Follow Inside Sports Podcasts on Apple, Google and SpotifySee omnystudio.com/listener for privacy information.

Send us a textReturning from the sunshine of Florida to the frosty embrace of home brought a mix of joy and challenges, a journey Adam and I, Michael, recount with warmth and humor. Ever wondered about the true fashion crime of bucket hats? We tackle this hard-hitting issue, fueled by listener feedback, while also sharing heartwarming stories from our leisure community, like Rob Menser's update on the RAIN event and Armando's inspiring comeback story. We keep the laughs going with a spirited debate about whether you "call in sick" or "call out sick," driven by your opinions.Our exploration takes a detour to Millsboro, Delaware, a town known for its weather extremes. From its origins as Rock Hole Mills to its current identity, Millsboro's story is a fascinating blend of history and climate trivia that kept our listeners guessing until the reveal. Shoutout to everyone who engaged with us in this segment and successfully identified the town. Your participation adds richness to our episodes, and we love featuring your guesses and opinions.Joining us on the mic are Jimmy and Dave from Padre's Cycle Inn, sharing the origins of Padre Cycling Charter, founded by a retired police officer and minister. Their insights into the camaraderie and logistical genius behind cycling events are as refreshing as the wind on the trail. From tips on baggage handling and tent setups to the joys of early registration, we cover it all. Whether you're aiming to join the Peddler's Jamboree or contemplating a new cycling adventure, we've got you covered with the latest registration timelines and a cheeky new tagline: "Get registered, and let someone else put up your tent! Support Michaels coke Adams Coffee Jersey StoreSupport the showEmbarking on a journey of camaraderie that spans years, Adam and Michael have cultivated a deep friendship rooted in their mutual passion for cycling. Through the twists and turns of life, these two friends have pedaled side by side, weaving a tapestry of shared experiences and good-natured teasing that only solidifies the authenticity of their bond. Their cycling escapades, filled with laughter and banter, are a testament to the enduring spirit of true friendship. Whether conquering challenging trails or coasting through scenic routes, Adam and Michael's adventures on two wheels are a testament to the joy found in the simple pleasures of life. If you're on the lookout for a podcast that captures the essence of friendship and the thrill of cycling, look no further. Join them on this audio journey, where they not only share captivating stories but also invite you to be a part of their cycling community. Get ready for a blend of fun tales, insightful discussions, and a genuine celebration of the joy that comes from embracing the open road on two wheels. This podcast is your ticket to an immersive and uplifting cycling-centric experience. and Remember,It's a Great Day for a Bike Ride!https://www.facebook.com/cyclingmenofleisurehttps://cyclingmenofleisure.com/http...

03/27/2022

Pat Strader joins MetroNews Hotline for another Beer Friday! This week, Pat and Dave dive into local craft beer highlights, including Cacapon Mountain's Ales for ALS Double IPA, The Peddler's winter lager "Darktoberfest," Greenbrier Valley's Dream Sickle Sour, and more. Plus, they discuss smoky pastrami, nostalgic beer memories, and Pat's dad's famous homemade pickles. Whether you're a beer enthusiast or just love a good food and drink chat, this segment is packed with flavorful stories and exciting local brews!

Blake and David take a look at several significant developments in the accounting world, including Trump's controversial IRS Commissioner nomination of former Congressman Billy Long. They also dig into updates on the Macy's accounting scandal and explore Square's potential move into accounting software with their new head of Product Accounting Solutions hire. They also share insights from the AICPA's 2024 CAS benchmark survey showing significant growth in client accounting services practices and much more!SponsorsRoboDebit - http://accountingpodcast.promo/robodebitRelay - http://accountingpodcast.promo/relayCloud Accountant Staffing - http://accountingpodcast.promo/casTaxBandits - http://accountingpodcast.promo/taxbanditsChapters(00:28) - Welcome to The Accounting Podcast (00:40) - Digital CPA Conference Highlights (01:17) - CAS Practices on the Rise (02:22) - IRS Commissioner Nominee: Billy Long (03:42) - Employee Retention Tax Credit Controversy (14:45) - Macy's Financial Misstatements (28:30) - Intuit Assist: A Closer Look (29:48) - The Evolution of Bill Scanning with AI (31:25) - AI's Impact on Accounting Tools (33:06) - AI and Tax Returns: The Future of Automation (34:54) - Relay: The Ultimate Small Business Bank (36:19) - Supermicro's Accounting Scandal (40:48) - Square's Move into Accounting Solutions (57:21) - The Rise of Client Advisory Services (01:00:55) - Closing Remarks and Future Insights  Show NotesHe Promised Huge Tax Refunds. Now Trump Wants Him to Lead the I.R.S.https://www.nytimes.com/2024/12/06/us/politics/billy-long-trump-irs-tax-credit.html Brainsky Unleashed (Instagram) – Billy Long – December 6, 2024https://www.instagram.com/brainskyunleashed/reel/DDQS_GjRn4P/ Macy's employee who hid $151 million in delivery expenses was trying to mask initial mistake, sources sayhttps://www.cnbc.com/2024/12/11/macys-m-earnings-q3-2024.html Macy's Probe Found Employee Acted Alone in $151 Million Accounting Scandalhttps://www.wsj.com/business/retail/macys-m-q3-earnings-report-2024-c7363662 LinkedIn – Andy Schwartz – Profit Labs Update – December 6, 2024https://www.linkedin.com/posts/andy-schwartz-233b359_profit-labs-update-i-am-excited-to-share-activity-7269157016051298305-rYAW/ Amazon integrates QuickBooks for sellershttps://www.accountingtoday.com/news/amazon-integrates-intuit-quickbooks AICPA and CPA.com Benchmark Survey: CAS Practices Report 17% Growthhttps://insidepublicaccounting.com/2024/12/09/aicpa-and-cpa-com-benchmark-survey-cas-practices-report-17-growth/Need CPE?Get CPE for listening to podcasts with Earmark: https://earmarkcpe.comSubscribe to the Earmark Podcast: https://podcast.earmarkcpe.comGet in TouchThanks for listening and the great reviews! We appreciate you! Follow and tweet @BlakeTOliver and @DavidLeary. Find us on Facebook and Instagram. If you like what you hear, please do us a favor and write a review on Apple Podcasts or Podchaser. Call us and leave a voicemail; maybe we'll play it on the show. DIAL (202) 695-1040.SponsorshipsAre you interested in sponsoring the Cloud Accounting Podcast? For details, read the prospectus.Need Accounting Conference Info? Check out our new website - accountingconferences.comLimited edition shirts, stickers, and other necessitiesTeePublic Store: http://cloudacctpod.link/merchSubscribeApple Podcasts: http://cloudacctpod.link/ApplePodcastsYouTube: https://www.youtube.com/@TheAccountingPodcastSpotify: http://cloudacctpod.link/SpotifyPodchaser: http://cloudacctpod.link/podchaserStitcher: http://cloudacctpod.link/StitcherOvercast: http://cloudacctpod.link/OvercastClassifiedsForwardly - https://www.forwardly.com/Client Hub - https://clienthub.app/Want to get the word out about your newsletter, webinar, party, Facebook group, podcast, e-book, job posting, or that fancy Excel macro you just created? Let the listeners of The Accounting Podcast know by running a classified ad. Go here to create your classified ad: https://cloudacctpod.link/RunClassifiedAdTranscriptsThe full transcript for this episode is available by clicking on the Transcript tab at the top of this page

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Today, the West Virginia Beer Roads podcast takes you to Huntington, WV, for a visit with folks at The Peddler brewpub. Charles and Erin have fun interviewing head brewer, Jay Fox, and assistant brewer, Jamal Carter. The Peddler excels in… Continue Reading… The post Masters of sours, expansion planned appeared first on BrilliantStream.

Listen to The Flesh Peddler, a crime thriller from the golden era of radio.  We visit the seedy underbelly of the carnie in the latest episode of The Shiver Show, where DeForest Kelly takes the lead role.  In addition to stellar performances from the voice actors, The Flesh Peddler has superb sound effects which will draw you in. Mary and Greg agree that there are few things creepier than a ventriloquist's dummy and even share some Star Trek trivia. Tune in and let the mystery unfold!Thank you for listening! If you like the show, please share us with your friends and family AND give us a review!Follow The Shiver Show https://www.facebook.com/theshivershowhttps://www.instagram.com/theshivershowor check out our website at https://www.timewarpstudios.com https://tiktok.com/@timewarpsoundstudios https://www.facebook.com/timewarpstudios Other podcast platforms: https://linktr.ee/theshivershow

Today's guest is Derek aka Tat Peddler on YouTube. Derek is well known in the community and peddles most of his tat on eBay. He recently undertook a monumental task in rebuilding his barn for his business, in doing so very nearly met an un-timely end....Derek's YouTube - https://www.youtube.com/@TatPeddlerMy YouTube Channel - https://www.youtube.com/@CookieTheHaydens?sub_confirmation=1Thank you to our podcast sponsor Selleraider! If you are interested in learning more about the benefits of Selleraider or want to give it a try there's a discount on your first month (affiliate link) - https://selleraider.com/?via=carbootchrisSend us a Message!Thanks for listening and don't forget to rate this podcast!Youtube - https://www.youtube.com/@CookieTheHaydens?sub_confirmation=1Whatnot - http://whatnot.com/invite/carboot_chriseBay - https://ebay.us/hKy4sWAll Car Boot Chris Links - https://carbootchris.comAll Business. No Boundaries. The DHL Supply Chain Podcast Welcome to All Business. No Boundaries, a collection of supply chain stories by DHL...Listen on: Apple Podcasts SpotifySelleraider - Cross List & Sell SmartInterested in learning more, or want to give it a try there's a discount on your first month!Disclaimer: This post contains affiliate links. If you make a purchase, I may receive a commission at no extra cost to you.Support the show

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A discussion of encounters people had with landed UFOs while alone in the woods, a Pennsylvania Bigfoot encounter in 1975, and the story of Jost Folhaber, a Jewish peddler who was the first recorded murder victim in Schuylkill County, Pennsylvania. Folhaber's grave can be found on a lonely dirt path near a reservoir on the North Mahanoy Mountain in Pennsylvania. Links/Sources: The Strange History of Peddler's Grave (paoddities.blogspot.com) Oct 17, 1999, page 26 - Standard-Speaker at Newspapers.com Check out my YouTube channel: Trump COMPLETELY DERAILED by Kamala's BRILLIANT Mind Game (youtube.com) Extraterrestrial Reality book recommendations: Link to ROSWELL: THE ULTIMATE COLD CASE: CLOSED: https://amzn.to/3O2loSI Link to COMMUNION by Whitley Strieber: https://amzn.to/3xuPGqi Link to THE THREAT by David M. Jacobs: https://amzn.to/3Lk52nj Link to TOP SECRET/MAJIC by Stanton Friedman: https://amzn.to/3xvidfv Link to NEED TO KNOW by Timothy Good:  https://amzn.to/3BNftfT Link to UFOS AND THE NATIONAL SECURITY STATE, VOLUME 1:  https://amzn.to/3xxJvlv Link to UFOS AND THE NATIONAL SECURITY STATE, VOLUME 2: https://amzn.to/3UhdQ1l Link to THE ALLAGASH ABDUCTIONS: https://amzn.to/3qNkLSg Link to UFO CRASH RETRIEVALS by Leonard Stringfield: https://amzn.to/3RGEZKs FLYING SAUCERS FROM OUTER SPACE by Major Donald Keyhoe: https://amzn.to/3S7Wkxv CAPTURED: THE BETTY AND BARNEY HILL UFO EXPERIENCE by Stanton Friedman and Kathleen Marden: https://amzn.to/3tKNVXn --- Support this podcast: https://podcasters.spotify.com/pod/show/james-quirk/support

A discussion of encounters people had with landed UFOs while alone in the woods, a Pennsylvania Bigfoot encounter in 1975, and the story of Jost Folhaber, a Jewish peddler who was the first recorded murder victim in Schuylkill County, Pennsylvania. Folhaber's grave can be found on a lonely dirt path near a reservoir on the North Mahanoy Mountain in Pennsylvania. Links/Sources: The Strange History of Peddler's Grave (paoddities.blogspot.com) Oct 17, 1999, page 26 - Standard-Speaker at Newspapers.com Check out my YouTube channel: Trump COMPLETELY DERAILED by Kamala's BRILLIANT Mind Game (youtube.com) Extraterrestrial Reality book recommendations: Link to ROSWELL: THE ULTIMATE COLD CASE: CLOSED: https://amzn.to/3O2loSI Link to COMMUNION by Whitley Strieber: https://amzn.to/3xuPGqi Link to THE THREAT by David M. Jacobs: https://amzn.to/3Lk52nj Link to TOP SECRET/MAJIC by Stanton Friedman: https://amzn.to/3xvidfv Link to NEED TO KNOW by Timothy Good:  https://amzn.to/3BNftfT Link to UFOS AND THE NATIONAL SECURITY STATE, VOLUME 1:  https://amzn.to/3xxJvlv Link to UFOS AND THE NATIONAL SECURITY STATE, VOLUME 2: https://amzn.to/3UhdQ1l Link to THE ALLAGASH ABDUCTIONS: https://amzn.to/3qNkLSg Link to UFO CRASH RETRIEVALS by Leonard Stringfield: https://amzn.to/3RGEZKs FLYING SAUCERS FROM OUTER SPACE by Major Donald Keyhoe: https://amzn.to/3S7Wkxv CAPTURED: THE BETTY AND BARNEY HILL UFO EXPERIENCE by Stanton Friedman and Kathleen Marden: https://amzn.to/3tKNVXn --- Support this podcast: https://podcasters.spotify.com/pod/show/james-quirk/support

#korea #folktale Ever wonder how writing came to Japan? Listen to this hot propaganda track about how the Japanese people came to Korea and took people of learning. Source: KOREAN FAIRY TALES BY WILLIAM ELLIOT GRIFFIS Narrator: Dustin Steichmann Music: 해.품.달. 커버영상. (피리.생황) kim bo ri Sound Effects: Rain too by Dustin Steichmann Photo credit: "Peddler merchants of Joseon Dynasty" by KOREA.NET - Official page of the Republic of Korea is licensed under CC BY-SA 2.0. Video by Headliner Podcast Shoutout: The History of Georgia Listener Shoutout: Indianapolis

Ollie Schwartz is the founder of Pushcart Judaica, which offers accessible Jewish ritual objects, books, zines, and art that reflect liberatory values, handcrafted beauty, and queer brilliance. Schwartz joins Dan and Lex for a conversation about the power of Jewish objects, reflections on why “people of the pushcart” might be as good a moniker as “people of the book,” and their dreams for the future of Judaica.Access full shownotes for this episode via this link. If you're enjoying Judaism Unbound, please help us keep things going with a one-time or monthly tax-deductible donation -- support Judaism Unbound by clicking here!

Join us on this inspiring episode of “From The Ground Up,” where host Taylor Loyal sits down with Josh Beasley, a Superintendent at Dow Smith Company who brings a unique blend of craftsmanship and leadership to his role. With a background as an entrepreneur crafting custom tables and a lifelong passion for construction, Josh's journey is a testament to the power of merging creativity with structural expertise. In This Episode: • Artisan to Superintendent: Dive into Josh's fascinating backstory, from his days as a custom table maker to his evolution into a key player at Dow Smith Company. • Recognition of Excellence: Celebrate Josh's recent achievement of winning the “Caring Award” at Dow Smith Company's annual ceremony, a recognition of his dedication and impact on the team and projects. • Behind the Scenes of The Peddler: Josh discusses his role as Superintendent for the new location of “The Peddler,” a beloved local furniture store in Murfreesboro. Learn about the challenges and triumphs of bringing this iconic project to life. • Building More Than Buildings: Explore Josh's approach to being Superintendent and how he incorporates both his hands-on skills and his ability to inspire and manage teams, ensuring that every project not only meets but exceeds expectations. This episode offers listeners a look into what makes Dow Smith Company exceptional—its people. Josh's story highlights how diverse backgrounds contribute to innovative projects and a strong company culture. Tune in to this episode of “From The Ground Up” for an engaging conversation with Josh Beasley, where craftsmanship meets leadership in the world of construction. Discover the intricate details of building a landmark and how passion and dedication are the real foundations of any great project.

BANG! @southernvangard radio Ep404! Summer time is here Vangardians, at least in our neck of the woods - and what that means is this is our last show before a 4 week summer break. Meeks delivered as he always done by coming through with a Playmate cooler full of those Hamm's brewskis - from the land of sky-blue water, of course - and neighborhood friend of the show C.O. Tha Don also showed up to kick it. We wrapped with a mind-melting Twitch Only set to start the summer right - if you're not checking us during the live stream on Twitch you're missing out. Last but not least - we still have a few wobble whiskey glasses available , hit SOUTHERNVANGARD.BIGCARTEL.COM to cop it. We sure do appreciate your support…THAAAAANK YAAA and YOU WAAAAALCOME!!!!! #SmithsonianGrade #WeAreTheGard // southernvangard.com // @southernvangard on all platforms #hiphop #undergroundhiphop #boombap --------------- Recorded live June 10, 2024 @ Dirty Blanket Studios, Marietta, GA southernvangard.com @southernvangard on all platforms #SmithsonianGrade #WeAreTheGard twitter/IG: @southernvangard @jondoeatl @cappuccinomeeks --------------- Pre-Game Beats - Knowsum / The Grand Hova "Southern Vangard Theme" - Southern Vangard All-Stars ft. Bobby Homack Talk Break Inst. - "Ship 'Em Out" Emskee & Jake Palumbo "Ship 'Em Out" - Emskee & Jake Palumbo "Inspired By Pumpkinhead" - CyMarshallLaw & Slimline Mutha "Barmitzvah" - Fashawn, Cap Kendricks & DJ Access "Thank You" - Homeboy Sandman "Trick Cards" - Mondo Slade ft. Syd Vicious "Victorious" - Rhymestyletroop x DJ Ordane x DJ Fingaz Talk Break Inst - "Afternoon Nap" - Elaquent "Going Back" - Doza The Drum Dealer "Walk Out (MiLKCRATE Remix)" - Prodigy x DJ Premier "Freedom Wave" - Navi the North & Ayoo Bigz ft. Reef Hustle & Tone Spliff "Heard And Seen (Eu And Rope)" - Nowaah The Flood X The Architect "Psilocybin Prophecy" - Asun Eastwood & Wizdome Bunitall "Kismet's Vestibule" - Left Lane Didon & JLVSN "Where The Sidewalk Ends" - Fashawn, Cap Kendricks & DJ Access ft. Lord Apex Talk Break Inst. - "Wilderness of the North" - The Quarter Inch Kings x Che Uno "The Slap" - Doza The Drum Dealer "Rudeboy" - Estee Nack x BoneWeso "Abracadabra" - Mondo Slade "The Peddler" - Asun Eastwood & Wizdome Bunitall "Hell Backwards" - Rome Streetz & Futurewave "Sosa Fortress" - Spanish Ran ft. Madhattan & FastLife "Alchemy In The Trenches" - Ty Farris (prod. Futurewave) "If You Can" - JayKin Talk Break Inst. - "Best Life" - K-Rec & 4-IZE ** TWITCH ONLY SET ** SUMMER BREAK DJ PREMIER SEND OFF ** "In Closing" - Eddie Meeks & DJ Pocket "Come Clean" - Jeru The Damaja "Crush" - Big Shug "Tha Realness" - Group Home "Brownsville" - M.O.P. "Ten Crack Commandments" - The Notorious B.I.G. "So Ghetto" - Jay-Z "A Million And One Questions (DJ Premier Remix)" - Jay-Z "Nas Is Like" - Nas "Code Of The Streets" - Gang Starr "Dwyck" - Gang Starr "Mass Appeal" - Gang Starr "The ? Remainz" - Gang Starr "Return Of The Crooklyn Dodgers" - Crooklyn Dodgers '95 "My World" - O.C. "Unbelievable" - The Notorious BIG "Kick in the Door" - The Notorious B.I.G. "Full Clip" - Gang Starr "Rappaz R. N. Dainja" - KRS-One "Mc's Act Like They Don't Know" - KRS-One "Extra, Extra" - Paula Perry "Devil's Pie" - D'angelo "The 6th Sense" - Common "Pho No Bich" - Eddie Meeks & DJ Pocket

The Bloody Good Film podcast is finally putting a bow on the entire theatrical Star Wars franchise... For now. We know Daisy Ridley is talking about returning to the franchise sometime in the future and if that happens we'll probably talk about. This episode Josh and Kelly were lucky enough to get Jesse to appear on the podcast. That's a find considering how hard it is to book him.This episode we will be focusing our discussion on The Last Jedi and the Rise of Skywalker. By the end of the episode we will let you know if these two movies are in fact... BLOODY GOOD FILMS!All of that doesn't matter though because Josh and Kelly are more than enough manpower to talk about Solo and the Force Awakens and let you know the age old question... are... Solo... and The Force Awakens... BLOODY GOOD FILMS?We encourage everyone to watch along while you listen and make sure to comment and let us know what you think. If you haven't already please follow us on Facebook, TikTok, "X" and Instagram @bloodygoodfilmpodcast and remember...Keep it bloody buddies!!!https://linktr.ee/BloodyGoodFilmPodcast...#starwars #solo #finn #rey #kyloren #jessewasbeatenupbyascarecrow #harrisonford #markhamil #netflix #newepisode #newpodcast #action #Horror #ActionFilm #ActionMovie #ActionMovies #HorrorFilm #HorrorFilms #HorrorMovie 

The Peddler & the Fairy: Part 10 A night of drinking at a most unorthdox establishment. In 10 parts, by Scholarly Mori. Listen to the Podcast at Explicit Novels. The temperature rapidly fell as the sun set behind the horizon. A light snow had begun to fall, muting the steady click-clack of the carriage as it meandered under garlands of holly leaves and colored lanterns. "Why's it look so festive, Herd-mate?" Asked Reina, poking her head in the window. [[MORE]] "Hard to say. Depends on who's celebrating what. There are holidays the whole city engages in around the winter solstice, but it's not uncommon to see communities enjoy time amongst themselves to honor the end of a productive year with family and friends." Humans and demi-humans alike were huddled in warm clothes, their breath mixing with the steaming mugs they held in mittened hands. Not dressed in her warm winter clothes, Suvi crossed her arms. Jeni, wanting to be helpful, wrapped her wing around the shivering ratgirl. "This one has body heat to share. Friend Suvi should feel free to request it whenever she needs." Suvi snuggled into the warm owl girl's feathers, surprised by how small she felt underneath all the fluff. "That's, uh, nice of you. I'm not used to being so close to people, but I'll try." Devin smiled at the two girls' growing friendship. He was especially happy to see Jeni opening up to someone besides himself and, more recently, Azalea and Reina. Since her return from the academy years ago, he had seen her interact with customers, but it was always curt and brief. Azalea popped her head out from Jeni's other wing. "What's your favorite time of year, Suvi?" "Hmm, other than the cold, this is my favorite time of year because all the warm drinks are free." "Agreed! Warm drinks are wonderful," the fairy voiced as she made eyes at Devin, "especially when it's freshly made and enjoyed with loved ones." "You'll specifically enjoy tonight then," hinted Sable. "Not the one you're probably alluding to, but our girls are skilled in a wonderful assortment of beverages." Reina trotted up next to the driver's seat. "How long have you worked at Whitegold, Miss Sable?" "This is my tenth year." "What do you do there?" "I fulfill all the managerial work: finances, menu coordination, and act as scout and recruiter for potential new hires. Our turnover rate is rather low, though. The boss used to be more involved, but now she takes a very hands-off approach, but you are in luck tonight. She is gracing us with her presence this evening." "I look forward to meeting her." Sable hid a smile as she turned down a side street tucked away from the more festive pockets of people. She pulled back the reins, stopping in front of a three-story building made of dark walnut. Below a balcony jutting from the second story hung a giant cast iron sign embossed with two pitchers pouring intertwining liquids. The building was wider than it was long, and several brick stairways ascended to a tall set of double doors in the middle. Sitting on the bottom step stood a familiar figure. Azalea darted out of the cab window and into an open embrace. "Mama Sanna!" "Hello again, little Azalea." "What are you doing here?!" "I run the bakery during the day and work here part-time at night." Sable slid down from the driver's seat and opened the cab door. "She's security. Also does a bit of the heavy lifting when we get shipments in." "So you knew you were gonna see us tonight!" the fairy exclaimed. "I hoped so. I didn't know when you were coming, so I wanted a chance to at least say hi before I go about my duties tonight. You are in for a lot of surprises tonight." Azalea jumped up and down in the grizzly woman's large, clawed hand. "I love surprises!" Sanna laughed. "Some of them, I'm sure you will, others; might be a bit harder to swallow at first, and a few," she commented while looking specifically at Devin, "might take some getting used to." Before Devin could ask what she meant, she was already leading the carriage away and offered, "You folks have a good evening." With a wave, she and the carriage disappeared behind the far side of the building. Sable climbed the stairs and held the doors open. "Now, since we are here," she cleared her throat to continue, "welcome to 'Whitegold,' a finer dining experience than you'll find anywhere in the western half of the kingdom." The group entered the lobby, led by Devin, who stopped in front of a 'please wait to be seated' sign. "This is quite the opulent waiting room." A five-tiered chandelier made of old antlers, with pine-scented candles hung from the arched ceiling entryway, the light reflecting off a gold and alabaster stained-glass wall. Somewhere behind it were moving, shadowy figures holding lutes, pipes, and a tambourine and playing a relaxed and light-hearted melody. Sable moved in front to address them. "We are a somewhat exclusive establishment with many noteworthy individuals, influential business folk, and city administration as members. While the general public can make an unsubscribed reservation, the wait time can be rather long." "We wanted to create a relaxed but classy atmosphere and provide uncommon services to those willing to spend for it. While it's more common amongst smaller businesses, we do house most of our employees on the third floor." "Looks like you've done well for yourself," Devin suggested. "Our success is due to the accumulated effort of all our girls. This way, please." She led them through the left of two arched passages. "We have twin wings on each side, allowing us to seat around forty individuals. We designed the main dining room to be circular. To that end, we've positioned the tables for larger or more uniquely shaped demi-humans around the outside and smaller ones toward the middle. We've found it makes diners feel like they belong. It also gives an unobstructed view of one of our centerpieces." She motioned to the middle of the room. A tawny fountain with five sandstone likenesses of two satyresses and a human girl were arrayed in a circle. In the center, taller then the rest, posed a rarely-seen holstaur. Each statue stood naked, poised with chest thrust out and nipples spraying wispy streams of water into the collecting basin below. "Makes quite the first impression," Azalea mused. "It was an impromptu addition." Sable waved toward a pair in topless uniforms. "The flirty saytresses are Eija and Hija. They mainly serve tables. Our holstaur, Janina, runs the milkbar. As far as I'm aware, she's one of only three in the city. A real sweetheart." The two goat girls were laughing and bantering jovially as they served customer-filled tables. At the bar against the wall, a huge-breasted cowgirl busily mixed her breast milk into customers' drinks. Sable produced a small set of chimes from her pocket and flicked one of the metal tubes causing a sudden squeak from Suvi. Simultaneously, a human girl standing next to Janina and draining her own milk into a pitcher jumped. She looked up from her work and searched the crowd until she spotted Sable. Whispering to the other two, she trotted over with a big smile, her perky boobs bouncing. "Hello, Mistress Sable. You called? Shall I prepare a large group table?" "Not this time, Kirsi. We are headed upstairs." "The private room, eh? Too bad; they looked like a fun group to serve." Addressing Suvi, "Are you ok, miss? You look a little flustered." "Y, ya, I'm fine." Suvi flashed a suspicious look at Azalea, to which the little fairy held up her hands innocently. Devin caught the exchange between the two. "Did something happen?" "Our toys activated for a second, life-mate. Perhaps Miss Sable's device?" "Toys?" Sable looked at the chime. "Wait, did you girls feel that?" "We did." "Maybe they know Eitri," Kirsi suggested. "Yes, we know her, and her cousin!" Azalea proclaimed. "We went to their store during our shopping earlier today." "I see. She must use a set number of sounds for her merchandise. All the tables are given a bell to call a serving girl to their table if they need anything." Sable held up a small tablet of twenty tubular pipes split into top and bottom. "This is the master set. I can call each girl using it should I need to get their attention. Depending on how I hit it, I can relay instructions." Kirsi turned around and pulled up her dress, revealing an assplug decked with a five-petaled white flower with a yellow center firmly nestled in her apple-shaped bottom. Azalea swooped down to get a closer look. "Oh! How cute! A plumeria?" "Oh, is that what kind of flower it is?" "Yes! They grew all over the fields near my home," Azalea divulged before flashing her own. "We got one too!" "How lovely, like a little cut gem. It does a good job of catching the light. I've never had anything in my ass before, so I'm still getting used to it." "You and me both," mumbled Suvi. Sable patted the peppy girl's head. "Kirsi is our newest full-time employee." "That's me! This is my third week. I'm mostly waiting tables and providing supplemental milk when needed." She pinched her nipple, letting a few droplets fall onto her finger to show everyone before sucking it clean. Kirsi felt a tug on her sleeve. "This one couldn't help but notice the uniqueness of your uniform, especially the way it draws the eye to your mammary glands." "You like it? It's woven of high-quality sheep girl wool." She raised her arms and performed a little spin. "Designing it together was such fun, but we had a hard time deciding because we all wanted different things. The sisters like to flirt and flaunt their bodies, so they wanted a lot of cleavage showing, but Janina wanted it functional -- also, her boobs are enormous -- so no tight clothing. We opted for a full cutout to let our boobies hang free." "Since all our customers love our milk, I thought we should represent that?' I suggested the boob window be heart-shaped and framed with lacey bows." Stable straightened one of the ribbons. "The proprietress and I wanted to make sure they felt they had a say in how they presented themselves. The girls comprised three groups, so each was responsible for their group's base design. After two weeks tossing around ideas back and forth to the manufacturer, this is what was settled on." "Do you normally not wear the same uniform, Miss Sable?" Asked Reina. "Only when we are at full capacity and need more hands helping out." "Which is almost never because she thinks customers don't want to see a woman with small boobs. She's only one size smaller than me, and I keep telling her size doesn't affect how much milk she produces," Kirsi explained with a giggle. "You girls produce more than enough." "You're making your customers sad! She has a small handful of regulars who love how she tastes," retorted Kirsi. "They don't miss me that much." "Yes, they do!" Azalea peeked behind Sable. "If Sable also has a uniform, does she have a plug, too?" Caught off guard by the question, Sable stammered, "I, er, yes, all employees wear one." "She has a special one only the boss has a bell for," Kirsi snickered. Sable coughed. "We've spent enough time gabbing. Don't you have tables to attend to?" "Yes, I just got buzzed! Enjoy your evening, everyone!" She bowed before trotting to a far table. Sable led the company around the room's edge and to the base of a broad, curving stairway that led up to the second floor. "The balcony seating is for overflow or reserved for special guests and events." Jeni placed her wing on Devin's arms to steady herself as she hopped up the steps. He lauded the owl girl, "I haven't had a chance to see you really interact with anyone outside your shop. You've come a long way." She flapped her wings slightly at the compliment. "This one has been most appreciative of big sister Mavis' tutelage before going to the academy and of her fellow students for allowing the social interaction needed to communicate more effectively." Reaching the top of the carpeted stairs, Sable pushed open a small set of double doors and ushered everyone inside. A long, carpeted room stretching the length of the tavern formed a semi-circle at the far end. In the center, underneath, and behind the stained glass they had seen at the entrance, was a parrtly-curtained-off stage. Half-obscured in the dim light sat a woman in a white and blue gown, legs crossed and her talons idly clicking. She gracefully stood up and bowed. "Welcome, eagerly-awaited guests, to an evening you won't soon forget." Devin squinted. "Mavis?!" Sable crossed the room and lit the sconces on the wall. "Hello, little brother!" The smirking raven harpy crossed the room in three strides, embraced him in a light hug, and kissed him on the cheek. He hugged her back, glad she wasn't going for the mouth. "What are you doing here?" "I maybe should have mentioned I'm a major investor in your negotiations tonight." Devin frowned, "You are?" "I am. I have a lot riding on this, actually." "That's worrying." She looked serious for a moment. "Yes, but not entirely in a monetary way." Devin looked at her, puzzled. Mavis glanced over Devin's shoulder, "Jeni! Is that you?" Jeni peaked out from behind Reina. "Greetings, older sister Mavis." She pushed Devin aside, grabbed the fluffy owl, and spun her around, squeezing her tightly. "It's been too long! I'm so happy to see you!" Jeni hooted happily. "This one is also joyous at our much-delayed reunion." "You live in the same city. You should go see her more than once a year," Devin muttered. "But that's what you're for when I'm too busy, silly." "You know she loves you just as much as me." "Not entirely accurate, little brother. Look at this face." She held Jeni out in front of her, "This is the face of a girl who wants to join your harem." "Since when do I have a harem?" Devin challenged. "You have three girls with you. Surely, you have room for your childhood friend." "Um, " Suvi raised her hand. "I'm not really part of their, er, family." "You're not?" Mavis asked, surprised. "She was a guide I hired for the girls," Devin corrected. "And then she became a friend!" piped in Azalea. "Well, a friend is just a wife you haven't gotten together with yet." Devin blinked several times, trying to unravel her logic. "In any case, since you only have two, now you have no excuse," Mavis declared while leering at him. Jeni, still being displayed like an auctioned item, spun her head backward to look at Mavis. "This one is currently involved in a joint venture with Young Patron in the hopes he will see the benefits one day of being this one's nestmate." "See Devin? Don't let all this girl's effort go to waste." Devin sighed. "Can we shelve this for the moment? Don't we have important business to conduct tonight? Speaking of, where is the other party?" "Everyone's here." "Eh?" "I am the other party." Devin stared at the smug harpy. "I'm also the owner of this restaurant." Devin's expression changed to dumbfounded. "Oh dear, Reina, you should help Devin to his seat. He's looking a little unsteady. Come, come, please be seated while Devin comes to terms about my little surprise! I'll sit here on the far left, Jeni can sit next to me, and you, my dear, ?" "Suvi." "Suvi can sit in the middle with Devin. Reina should sit on the far right, and Azalea can sit anywhere." Suvi sat down. "Are we going to watch a play while we eat?" "Not exactly, but it is what makes our little establishment unique, as you'll see shortly." Devin, finally collecting his thoughts, thanked Reina for her momentary care. He took a deep breath, "Mavis, can you please answer a few questions plainly and simply?" "I will," she said, amused. "Just to make sure I didn't mishear, you're the mysterious person who arranged this meeting so you could negotiate with me to be a long-distance liaison with an unknown person that I need to find?" "Yes." "And you just so happen to be the owner of this expensive-looking restaurant for I don't know how many years." "Correct. Mine in every sense of the word: originator of the idea, negotiator for the land, designer, and purchaser of the building materials. The only thing I didn't do was actually build it, though I did lay the first brick and hammer the first nail as symbolic gestures." Devin looked at Sable. "What Miss Mavis says is all correct," she verified Devin slumped back in his chair. "Why do you enjoy shocking me with stuff like this?" "Precisely because you're the type of person who likes to know everything beforehand, and that's no fun! I was planning on telling you someday. I was waiting for the right opportunity." The harpy justified. Suvi put a hand on Devin's shoulder. "Given the rumors I've heard, it could have been a worse surprise." Mavis, in an overly-dramatic gesture, raised her wings, "ah yes, the rumors, given shape by overactive imaginations and our exclusivity. Orgies? Debauchery? Rich old men bathing in breast milk while virgins feed them grapes and lick honey off their bodies? Or are you referring to a place where mothers and daughters of the affluent come to get gangbanged by well-endowed demi-humans?" "Uh, I guess they were along those lines," Suvi tentatively spoke. Mavis snorted. "I can assure you, nothing even remotely like that has or ever will occur here." "I want honey licked off my body," whispered Azalea. Devin shushed her with a glance. "Although, as I hinted to Suvi about, this is what we are best known for, " Sable rang her master chime. The curtain parted. On the platform were three similarly-clothed barmaids. Their dresses had been replaced with short skirts hugging and barely covering their hips. Tiny white aprons did their best to cover their fronts. They were each lined up in front of their matching statuary counterpart in front of another fountain. The most eye-catching of the three was a wolf girl with attentive ears, a bushy tail, and a little fang sticking out of her mouth. The chiseled facsimile behind her was squatting with knees splayed, a smug smile upon her lips, daring all to watch her pee into the pool below. "Didn't imagine they could get more outlandish than the fountain downstairs," Suvi murmured to Azalea. The wolf girl stepped forward, "Good ev'en, honored guests. Your host would like ta thank'ya for accepting her invitation to dine with us. This evening, we have been asked to be your exclusive servers to provide you with an experience of such quality you won't find anywhere else in the northern realm! Allow me to introduce your hostess', starting with myself." The wolf girl took another step forward. "My name is Eeva -- eager to serve and ready to please my alphas, that being you folk, and I'm supposed to tell you something about myself. Well, I suppose I like to wrestle with this pint-sized goblin here." She motioned to the green woman seated to her right." The she-goblin uncrossed her legs and stood up. "And by wrestle, she means having me pin her down and bully her." "She exaggerates! She couldn't pin clothes to a line," Eeva retorted. "Said the girl who denies getting turned on when her face ends up underneath this thick goblin ass!" The she-goblin jumped up, pulled Eeva back and took her place. "Hey, all! Name's Truulté Gress, or shortstuff, or sexy, or cutie. I'll respond to most anything. I'm the resident shortstack. Second-oldest employee after the housepet here. I love to serve people; in all kinds of ways. Especially when it comes to cuddling our cute, little snowshoe hare, " "Hallie!" interrupted Azalea. "Oh, you know each other?" Truulté asked, surprised. "Yes, we met earlier today at Mama Sanna's bakery for lunch." Hallie took a small step forward and bowed. "H, hello Azalea, everyone! I look forward to servicing you; I mean, serving you again!" "Oh ho?" Truulté sidled up to the taller girl. "What kind of service did you provide?" Did it involve bouncing with these strong bunny thighs or handling things with these squishy pawed feet?" She pushed Truulté away. "Not that kind!" "She did flash us," disclosed Azalea. "Ah, typical Hallie things." Truulté put an arm around the bunny girl's slim waist. "We treat her as the little sister in our cozy work family. She is so soft and warm and we often take work breaks to fluff her fur and stroke her ears. Hey, wanna hear a secret? If you feed her her favorite food, her ass twitches." "Truulté! That was a secret!" Hallie cried. "If you tell a secret, it's not a secret anymore," the goblin cackled. She flashed a sharp smile, her eyes lively at Hallie's embarrassment. "Maybe I should go get a carrot and show you." "Noooo!" "Relax! You know I only bully those I love. I wouldn't dream of making my fluffy bed cuddler sad." Eeva joined Truulté in hugging Hallie from behind. "And there you have it. That's all of us. Though, I should also introduce our girl-in-training." Sable reappeared from the kitchen with a disinterested deer girl adorned with a gaudy amount of jewelry. She approached and placed two small buckets of ice on the stage, seemingly more preoccupied with checking the state of her nails than introducing herself. Noticing all eyes on her, she rolled her eyes. "Name's Tuuli. Eighteen. I'm only here because my herd wants me to learn manners or work ethic or somethin'." "She's very bratty," snickered Truulté. "M'not a brat; and you're one to speak; walking around with lewd drawings all over your body!" "These are decorative displays of my marsh goblin heritage. My social status, skillset, and availability. It's common amongst all the tribes." "Hmph! Looks like a display board for a broth, " "Now, now," Eeva abruptly interjected. "Tuuli is staying with us for a time to gain valuable life experience. And hopefully a little maturity. She'll be assisting Hallie this evening if she runs dry." "Whatever. Can I assist her sooner? I'm about to burst," she sassed. Suvi regarded the deer-girls chest. Her meager sized breasts didn't look particularly full, or even lactating. After thinking a moment she swiftly glanced at the fountain again, and back to Tuuli's belly. With a hint of trepidation, "So, you don't only serve milk here?" "We were originally called 'The Thirsty Maiden,' Sable responded, 'but we changed it. Now it has a dual meaning. Most people think it stands for the gold-quality milk we offer, which you already saw we do serve. The girls' milk is rich and sweet and is our number one ordered thing. The second most ordered item would be the golden liquid these lovely young ladies are going to share with you tonight." Mavis smiled amidst the sudden silence. "We are going to drink their pee?" Azalea queried. Devin rubbed his forehead. "I should have guessed with you in charge there was bound to be something outlandish about this place. Dare I ask why, and what led to you coming up with, " Devin waved his hand toward the fountain. ", what these girls are offering?" "Of course you may. It's a bit of a funny story. It originally started as a joke. But maybe I should start at the beginning? Shortly after Jeni left for the academy and you became a full-time merchant, I felt a bit listless with you two gone. One day, during a walk through town, I overheard a group of girls complaining their milk bar wasn't giving them enough hours and their chests were sore with all the excess. It inspired me to try my own attempt at it since the city was offering incentives to start new businesses." Mavis placed her wing on Sable's arm. "Sable was my first hire." The weasel woman crossed her arms. "You kinda manipulated me into it." "'Manipulated' is such a strong word. I delicately tantalized her into saying yes."Mavis uncrossed and recrossed her legs. "You see, after I made the decision, I was headed to the administration building when I spotted Sable in an alley. Poor thing was a horny mess." "I could have handled myself." she huffed. "I believe you, but wasn't it so much easier getting to the sex shop with a supportive shoulder to lean on?" Mavis turned her attention back to Devin. "You might have heard before, but when weasel girls go into heat, it can actually be life-threatening if they don't mate after a period of time. Or at least make their body think they did. So, one dildo and thirty minutes of orgasm denial later, I was rewarded with a yes and she received an orgasm she has yet to forget." "What was I supposed to say in my condition?" "Mavis, I'm disappointed in you," Devin chastised. "It's alright, Mr. Ebonplume. What's done is done and I'm not actually mad. I wasn't in immediate danger, yet." "Still, " Mavis stroked Sable's hand affectionately. "I know I have many attributes that could use ; self-improvement, and I can be pushy at times. I hope I've gotten a little better?" She fluttered her eyes at her co-worker. "Your teasing nature could be toned down." "It's how I show my affection to those I care about. Just making sure you know I'm always available if you need my special touch. I don't want you to end up so needy, again. You are my closest friend, after all." Sable exhaled and squeezed Mavis' wing affectionately. "Anyway," Mavis continued, "we recruited Eeva shortly thereafter, and since then, the business took off, but it's hard to reach the top when you're like every other tavern. It was during our third year. We had two regulars who had come from another pub who were tipsy. I was drying glasses while they gushed to me about how pretty Sable and Eeva were, how much they enjoyed their milk, and the warm welcome they always received, etc., etc." "Lady Mavis, your placsh alwaysh provide the bwst milk and servish than anywhere else in the sshity." Mavis bowed her head. "You know we are just a humble establishment like any other. Though I'm happy we are able to please you." "No, iisssh true, other placises drinks taste like piss compared. In factsh, gives piss a bad name. I bet your girl's piss would taste better then what they offer." "It was meant to be a joke, obviously, but for an unknown reason that night, I kept thinking about what they said. I know a lot of demi-humans use urine for displaying their physical and social status -- basically advertising. So I thought, in the right situation, perhaps we could use it to advertise and enhance what no one has ever offered before. For humans, well, we probably wouldn't get many of them ordering unless they had a certain kink for it. But I don't mind a challenge, so we presented the idea to Eeva." Eeva rocked back and forth on her heels. "I thought the boss's idea was crazy, but if she wanted me to pee in a mug for customers, I didn't have a problem with it." Sable passed out utensils as she commented, "We wanted to keep our new drink category low-key, so we didn't display it on the front page of the menu. Several days passed before anyone even asked about it. We were sure the first customers to order it were going to be demi-humans. Imagine our surprise when it turned out to be two young human lads with too much bravado." "After explained what it was, they dared each other to try it. Coincidently, that just so happened to be a time when Eeva was in heat," Mavis chortled. "Mistake number one," laughed the wolfgirl. "While they themselves didn't notice, others did. Word quickly spread, and I had to swat down overtures all week. It was great for business, but with the wrong kind of advertising. Soon after, we hired Sanna to impose if the people got too pushy." Sable handed out white linen napkins. "It gained popularity, but Eeva's bladder can only hold so much, so Truulté was hired to meet demand." "I'm wondering, Mavis," Devin interrupted, "if this place was doing so well, why did you take the delivery job?" "Simple. I wasn't satisfied. I believed we had the potential to grow, and I wanted to push us into serving more upscale clients. I called a meeting after we closed one night, and together we hatched a two-step plan: form a partnership with import merchants and appeal to a new demographic of customers who might have an interest in more exotic fare. Clientele with too much money, willing to spend for the rare oddity or novelty." "The delivery business was only to establish the second part of the plan. I worked my way up to my current position to gain access to the upper echelons of society. You'd be surprised how far a little hint here or a little suggestion there to the right person will go when they are grateful to you for delivering their important things. "Once we had a wide selection of drinks on the menu and the clientele to support it, we introduced memberships and used the funds to renovate, allow the girls to live here, and reinvest into the business you see today." Devin looked down at the customers having a good time on the bottom floor. Typical Mavis -- capable and ambitious but with a tinge of reckless brazenness. She was the type of person who worked hard in the beginning so that later she could leave it in others' hands. "Well, dear brother? What do you think?" Devin looked up. "I'm still a bit overwhelmed by all of this. I don't know what to say." Eeva eyed Devin and Reina. She smiled predatorily and crouched down. "How about looking at the menu and telling me what you want to order for starters?" She flapped the poor excuse for an apron alluringly. "I'm sure you'll like at least one of our drinks. My bladder is full, and you have exclusive access to all of it tonight." Before Devin could make up his mind, Reina timidly raised her hand. "I, I would like to give it a try." "Excellent." She leaned back and stretched the apron taut. Pinned to the fabric was a small paper menu. "Depending on what drink you order, we have a categorized list of appetizers designed to match." Without missing a beat, she flipped the apron up, revealing her lack of undergarments. "On the back, we have the drinks available from me specifically. Of course, you're free to order from any of us. They come in three grades: grade one: light, grade two: middling, and grade three: strong." "If you just want to dip your toes in, I recommend grade one. Hallie's drinks tend to be sweeter. If you're feeling a little daring, you should go with grade two. Truulté has a pretty unique earthy flavor and is a bit more potent, but If you want the full experience, I suggest three. A deep, rich taste with plenty of me mixed in." "What determines the difference?" "Time. Grade one is easy, chug a bunch of water and wait about thirty minutes. Middling maybe an hour or two. Truulté and myself are usually the only ones who supply grade three because we can hold it for a long time. "I think I want to try the strongest." "Going all in! My kind of girl. And how bout you, sir? Dare to follow in her hoofsteps?" Devin looked at Reina. "She did offer to let me try her own once." "Oh? And didja?" "No, but; I guess it might be a bit rude, given all the work you put into setting this up. I'll try yours as well." "Perfect. So which one would ya like me to make ya's? Or do you want it straight and pure in a glass?" Devin ran his eyes down the menu. ---------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- Dark 'n' Uriney grade 3 ginger beer Golden Honey Rye grade 3 rye honey syrup tangerine juice dash of bitters "Piss" co Sour grade 3 lime juice sugar syrup dash of bitters harpy egg white ---------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- He tried focusing on the list of drinks but the closeness of her cunt and the smell of her musk was too distracting. She pushed her hips forward a little. "I don't mind you staring. It's part of the enjoyment. Unique, isn't it? Quite a bit different than most other demi-humans. Looks like a little triangular cookie, huh?" Devin looked to Reina. She was staring as much as he was. "It is quite a peculiar shape," agreed Devin. "Isn't it hard to not make a mess?" Asked Reina. "It was at first, but I've managed to make it work." "This 'Piss'co Sour looks interesting. I will try that. What about you, herd-mate?" "I'll have the same." Eeva wagged her tail. "And how would you like for me to pour'em?" Reina looked up questioningly. "What do you mean?" "Probably easier to demonstrate," suggested Sable. "Why don't you show your most requested way?" "Alright." Eeva took the tray Sable handed her and set it to the side. "Oh, I should probably add, these are nonalcoholic since many demi-humans have a hard time handling it." "I don't mind. I prefer my head to be clear during business negotiations." Devin confided as she set out two crystal glasses. She crushed ice into each glass and set them aside to chill. Then she unscrewed a metal mixer and separated the halves. Holding up a green fruit, she said, "Betcha never seen one of these!" Devin thought for a moment. "I can't say I have." Reina shook her head. "It's called a lime and comes all the way from the southern continent." She picked up a knife and gave it a spin. "Slice it in half, place it in a vice, and squeeze one ounce of juice out. Then we add half an ounce of simple syrup. Next, a harpy egg, laid just this morning." Devin glanced at Mavis. "No, it's not mine, but maybe it should have been," she smirked. "We place the yolk in a strainer and separate the egg white into the mix." Eeva dug out ice from a bucket and scooped it into the mixer. "I like using bigger chunks, so it whips up the egg well." "And lastly, the main ingredient." She got down on all fours, turned sideways, and lifted her leg. "Before, I used to make drinks in the kitchen, but customers requested to watch the whole process often enough I considered making it more exciting, experimenting with different positions to make a show of it." Running her fingers around the edge of her oddly-defined, plump lips, she splayed them, making sure everyone could see. Taking a deep breath, she relaxed her bladder. Her pee hole quivered as a steady stream arched into the glass. Eeva carefully crooked her finger, stroking a small protruding nub near the bottom; panting as the pressure in her bladder lessoned while the pleasure increased. With the two glasses nearly full, she clenched the stream, put her leg down, and wiped her fingers clean. After screwing on the mixer top, she shook the contents vigorously. "Then we pour it through another strainer into each glass and add a few drops of bitter. Kirsi suggested I drag the drops together to form small hearts, saying it looked cuter. And for the final touch," She slid her fingers between her folds and traced the rim of the glass with her arousal before serving it. "I usually only do this when I'm in heat -- when my pheromones are strongest. Drives the demi-boys crazy. I hope you don't mind." "Not at all." Reina seemed to be more into this than Devin felt, but in the spirit of the moment, they clinked their classes and took a sip. Reina nodded her approval. "I am quite taken by the silky tartness of it. I am inclined to try one in every grade now." Eeva's tail wagged happily. "Told ya you'd like it!" "I have to admit, it's surprisingly good." Devin agreed. "Never tasted these combinations of; flavors before." "I'm proud of our girls and their mixology skills," Mavis effused. "Would you like to try one, Jeni?" "This one's curiosity is piqued, older sister Mavis. This one would like to try Truulté's." "Of course, little bird." The she-goblin flipped up her apron. ---------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- Wee Sting grade 2 spoon of runny honey pressed apple juice splash of ginger ale lime or apple garnish ice Cosmo"pee"litan grade 2 lemonade cranberry juice syrup squeezed lemon ice Mo"wee"to grade 2 sugar syrup soda mint leaves ice ---------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- Jeni bobbed her head as she read her options. "This one would like to try the cosmo'pee'litan." "Exquisite choice, and I have a fun way to 'pour' it! Let's move things out of the way so I don't knock them over, and roll over onto my back. Place this here, and; up we go." She raised her hips pulling her short legs over her head. Running a finger across her pee hole, she pressed down on her bladder with her thumbs. With her satisfied exhale, her golden stream arced up, landing in the container perched between her breasts." Jeni clapped her wings. "This one is impressed with your flexibility and coordination. Would it be impolite to compliment the orderliness of your genitals?" Truulté laughed. "Not a compliment I've received before but thank you. You must not have seen too many naked girls. This snatch aint dainty, but I've been told many times I'm fun to eat, and to that end, I keep myself as smooth as can be." Patting herself dry, she righted herself, arranged the tray before Jeni, and held up an orange and yellow fruit. Jeni thought for a moment. "This one would guess they are limes but different colors?" "Close. They are all within the same family of sour-flavored fruits. This yellow one is a lemon, and this is an orange. Not the most original name but tastier to eat alone." She squeezed the fruits' juices into the cocktail. "The lemon is used in many of our other drinks. The orange brings more sweetness." Adding premade cranberry juice with lime juice, she shook the contents before finishing with crushed ice. Pouring the mixture into a shallow glass, she garnished the edge with a wedge of lime and served it. "Here you are! A refreshingly tangy, sweet drink with a delightful pink color." Jeni brought the drink to her lips. Her face scrunched at the un-used to acidity. "It has exceeded this one's estimation and this one is pleased. Thank you." Truulté placed her hand over her bladder. "Plenty left if you want more." Azalea poked Suvi. "Are you going to try one?" "I'm not, er, that adventurous. I think I'll just order milk if that's ok." Looking at Mavis. "Of course it is." Mavie assured. "Ask Hallie for her milk," encouraged Azalea. Suvi eyed Hallie's perky chest. "You certainly enjoyed it at the bakery. I suppose I should give it a try?" Hallie knelt down, gingerly squeezed her milk into a glass, and served it. "I hope you enjoy." "Well?" queried Azalea. "Creamy and warm." Hallie fidgeted. "I'm glad you like it." "And which drink would you like, Azalea?" the bunny girl asked, raising her apron. The thirsty fairy took a moment to admire the well defined and neatly closed, pink bunny puss for the second time that day. She made a mental note to sketch it in her notebook and wished it was on the menu. ---------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- Pee Daiquiri grade 1 lemon/lime soda lemon juice pinch of sugar Ice cubes "Pee"na Colada grade 1 coconut juice pineapple juice pineapple wedges crushed ice Urineade grade 1 lemonade ice ---------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- "This is a kink i've never dabbled in and and I don't know what most of these ingredients are, but let's give the 'pee'na colada a try." "Good choice. It's my personal favorite. It especially tastes good in summer. Unfortunately, I don't have a special pouring method. I'm not good at controlling it." "No need to feel bad. I'm not either." "Then, if you'll allow me," Hallie faced away and squatted in front of the expectant fae. Running her hands down her sides, they met between her legs where she spread herself. "Ca, can you see?" "Every part! Your cunt's so cute. Hallie's puff-ball tail twitched as she filled the mixer. Azalea unconsciously licked her lips as she watched the clear and water-like stream. "I'm curious, Hallie. You seem so shy, what made you take up this job?" "I, I like to be helpful, even if it is embarrassing." The flow abated with a few final drops. Wiping her hands, she turned around and took two of the strangest fruits Azalea had ever seen. "What are those? Are they edible?" "Of course they are. This one's a coconut. It's a pain to open, but the milky sap inside is worth it." She took an awl, placed it against the eye hole at one end and tapped the other end with a mallet. Then she poured the contents into the mix. "Can you do what Eeva did at the end?" Hallie blushed hard. "I, I, no one has ever asked me before. I, I'm not wet enough, so I don't think, " "Sure she can," said Eeva, volunteering Hallie. "The customer gets what the customer wants if it's reasonable. Come on, lass, you can do it. Just like all those nights we cuddle together." The taller wolf girl embraced her friend from behind and stroked the fluff around her neck as her other hand wound down between her legs. "Super easy for her. Eeva's fingers worked to coax the slippery sweetness from the panting bunny girl. Just have to stir up her little bunny pot. See what I did there? No. Ok, bad puns aside, want to hear another little secret about Hallie? Careful when putting your head between her thighs. When she climaxes, it's like a vice. Nearly took my head off." Hallie flushed a deeper shade of red. Between having her embarrassing idiosyncrasies exposed and Hallie's skilled digits burrowing through her crotch, she leaned into Eeva's body and resigned herself to the pleasure. With the squelching sounds getting louder, Eeva removed her hand. "That should be enough." She pulled her hand away from Hallie, feeling her thighs clenching around her hand, reluctant at the absence. "I'll finish you off later tonight if you want." She whispered. She held up the viscid lubricant clinging between her fingers, tracing it around the rim of the glass. "Here you are Azalea. Sorry, we don't have a smaller glass. You are our first fairy customer ever." "I am? I'm honored, and it's alright. I can tilt it." She brought her head down, inhaling Hallie's scent as she took a sip. Another drink followed, and then another. Her wings fluttered as she swallowed the syrupy fruit drink. "This is delicious! You should try it, life-mate! Reina!" Devin took her glass and tried it before handing it to Reina. "It definitely seems like your type of drink." ------- The rest of the meal passed with several more drinks complimented by decoratively arranged plates of hors d'oeuvres and finger foods. Sufficiently full, Devin leaned back in his chair. "Thank you for dinner, Mavis." "Yes, thank you," came several other voices. "And for the girls making tonight lots of fun," Azalea added. "You are most welcome. It was our pleasure," answered Eeva. "If you need anything else, please don't hesitate to buzz us." The barmaids gathered the empty dishes and left the room. "Now, let's hear what commission my older sister went to so much work to set up." Suvi stood up. "I'm going to take this opportunity to leave early. This doesn't concern me, and there is someone I need to check on to make sure they are ok. Before I go, Miss Ebonplume, are you perchance hiring any more girls?" "Are you wanting to work here?" "I need a more stable job." "I'm sure Sable can find something for you to do, although we have no rooms available." "I don't mind commuting." "Come on in the day after tomorrow, and Sable will set you up." "Thank you, I'll be here! And thank you for the, interesting evening!" With a wave of her tail, she left. Mavis began to preen her feathers pretending not to see Devin awaiting her reply, "Instead of telling you what this job entails, it'll be more fun to let you experience what I need you to find." Mavis rang her private bell, summoning Sable with a singular drink on a tray. She placed it in front of Devin and took her position behind Mavis. A profoundly floral scent emanated from a golden liquid. "It's not one of the girls' drinks; in case you're wondering." Devin held the warm mug to his lips and took a sip. He was instantly surprised by the explosion of sweet, mellow flavor. "Can you name the ingredient?" "Honey?" "Yes! But not just any honey; bee girl honey." "Impossible. No one's seen a bee-girl in the north for generations." "Precisely. Because of its scarcity and cost, we could only offer it to customers at a very high price. A little goes a long way, but you are drinking the last of it. I've had several individuals attest to its authenticity, and they are offering a significant amount of vol to acquire more." "You know I mainly transport goods already available. I have no experience with searching out new markets. If you're asking me, then I'm guessing you have an idea where to get more." "Yes, but the only lead we have is that it was bought from another merchant, who bought it from a different merchant, outside the country." Devin passed it for the girls to try. "I've never been outside our borders before. I've always wanted to visit the southern kingdom." "Unfortunately our contact is not there." He sat up. "I hope you're not suggesting I sneak across the border to the middle kingdom. "You wouldn't be sneaking." "his mind sifting through all the information he knew about their neighbor. "Method aside, you want me to find a nearly impossible commodity in a country that is not, to mockingly put it, on amicable terms with ours?" "Relations are a bit icy, yes." "And for good reason. Raiding your neighbor's population doesn't help make friends. Frankly, I'm a little disturbed you would even consider this given their treatment of demi-humans." "Yes, I am fully aware their society runs on conscripted labor." "Slave labor you mean. What about Reina and Azalea's safety?" "No one would bother them. With the right paperwork anyone would just think they were your slaves." "I refuse to even pretend they are my slaves." "I think you should take the offer, herd-mate." "Reina, you should know as much as I do, maybe even more, considering your first hand experience. Even after the trauma you suffered, you still want to go? She gave an ernest look. "I will ultimately abide by your wishes, but yes, I do." Devin frowned. He ventured a guess what Reina's motivation was. She was probably hoping she might run into her sister. He'd ask her later to make certain. "And how do you feel about all this, Azalea?" "She kissed the back of his hand. "I'm already a slave to your love life-mate. I'll go where you go. I trust your judgment." "I don't think you understand what we'd be getting ourselves into." "Reina wants to go and that's good enough for me." Devin looked down and ticked off different ideas on his fingers as he thought of them. Personal reasons aside, there are numerous logistical concerns. We'd need to convert all the money we'd use. Do we even know the exchange rate of the Zingar? Not to mention enough provisions for a five week trip, one way, and assemble spare parts in case the wagon breaks down. Will we even make it through the mountains before the snow gets too deep? I was planning to convert my wagon into a sleigh for snow travel but I'm skeptical it'd survive such a brutal trip over the pass?" "I wouldn't be sending you three alone." Said Mavis, interrupting his calculations. "You'd be going with an experienced group of individuals who've made the journey before. They'll assemble the bulk of provisions you'll need. They also have a friend halfway between here and the capital you'll be stopping at. We'll dispatch someone to inquire as to the conditions. And your guild membership should offer you some immunity. There's a branch office in the capital, isn't there? You'll just need to acquire visas and the proper documentation. We are not at war and technically, you are not doing anything illegal. It's not a lawless country. You're just going to inquire of information, discreetly." "Our milk money can go to help buy or build a new wagon life-mate. I'm sure we can find someone who'd pay a lot for a rare and delicious delicacy as these two lovelies will be producing." She pushed her breasts together. All eyes were on him as he processed all the information. Even Sable was peeking out from the door to the downstairs kitchen curious what'd he decide. "I won't believe you're doing it just for the money or merely fulfilling your patrons desire for a rare ingredient, Mavis. Are there other reasons? Mavis tensed, hoping he wouldn't guide the conversation back to her. "Aside from some personal reasons. I'd hoped if you found the producer, you could buy her freedom. Or if she's hiding out, entice her to come back with you." "I'll make a note of it. And what are your personal reasons?" "They aren't important. Just trivial feelings." He folded his arms. "Devin wasn't going to agree to anything till he knew every single detail. She locked eyes with Reina, hoping she would pick up on her hesitation to speak plainly." Reina, guessing she wanted some privacy alone with Devin, abruptly stood up. "We've drunk a lot tonight. If you would excuse us, Jeni, Azalea, and I need to visit the outhouse. We'll be right back." "But I don't need to pee." "Yes, you do." Reina plucked Azalea from the table and took Jeni's wing. Jeni, quicker on the uptake but slow on the reason, stumbled to her feet., "Is this the bonding ritual girls engage in when visiting the lavatory?" "I'll tell you later," she whispered as they left Devin and Mavis alone. Devin watched them exit. He didn't need his merchant sense to pick up on what just happened. Whatever reasons Mavis was hiding was obviously for his ears only. "Alright, just us dear sister. Let's hear it. Based on the expression you let slip in your office, I'm guessing it's something you didn't want me to know about in the first place." "No. I told you it's just silly feelings that shouldn't interfere with business." "So it's about me? Not to sound self-centered but a lot of stronger feelings you have are usually about me." Mavis stopped preening. The soft murmur of voices and muffle of clinking glasses became audible as Mavis held the silence. I'm just scared you won't come back." "That's it? That's your big reason." "Pretty much." "I was torn between offering you a lucrative adventure and feeling responsible for you." "You know I'm an adult right?" Devin relaxed. "For crying out loud Mavis. Why must you be so melodramatic? Why didn't you just say that. You had me concerned it was some big thing." "I don't like anyone, especially you seeing me unsure of myself and vulnerable." "I don't know how you got it in your head but i would never think less of you." When you first moved in with us, I told myself I needed to be the big dependable older sister who you'd look up to and help you take flight." "So the real reason you check in with me all the time flying your routes, ?" "To make sure you're safe and checking if you need anything."I'm sorry I'm such a clingy, flirty big sister." "Why don't you find some male harpy." "Don't you even dare suggest such a thing. You're all I need." She fluttered her eyes at him and laughed. Devin wasn't sure if she was teasing him again or not. Either way, she was providing him with a chance at breaking well out of his norm. "If I'm successful, I'll have quite the tale to tell when I return." "Does that mean you'll say yes?!" "A tentative yes. There is still the issue about a new wagon. "We're back!" announced Azalea. "Are we interrupting?" "No, I only needed to clear up a few misconceptions. Where's Jeni?" replied Mavis. Reina placed two drinks in front of Devin. "She's downstairs filling out a membership form." "What's this? Two drinks we haven't tried yet?" Devin inquired while reaching for one of the glasses. "Yes! Compliments from us, life-mate!" "You and Reina, ?" "Uh-huh!" One was light, almost like water, with a wedge of lemon on the rim. The other was darker in color. Azlea had her hands together in barely suppressed, excited expectation. "Tart with a familiar sugariness. You made this, didn't you?" Devin asked Azalea after taking a sip. "I did. Do you like it? I actually did have to pee shortly after we left. Eeva suggested I try making the urineade as a surprise." "So this must be Reina's then." "Dark 'n' Uriney. I know you declined my first offer, maybe with some added ingredients you'll be more inclined to try it." Reina offered. "It's made from ginger beer and myself." "That aspect of your culture is important to you isn't it?" "It makes me happy to do all I can to share myself with you, in every way." "I thank you for thinking of me," he praised. He sipped to bitter draught. "It's flavorful. I still don't know if I could handle it raw." "I understand. Reina returned to her seat. "Have you finished making plans for our trip?" Azalea landed on the table and sipped Reina's drink. "Yes, are we going life-mate? To satisfy our craving for adventure and profit?" "Profit is only valuable if you're free and able to use it, and you, Reina; you hope to find your sister, don't you?" "Yes." "Mavis, this group we are going with, how many times have they, " "Spy? Sneak? Clandestinely infiltrate? This will be their fourth. They are made up of a mix of humans and demi-humans. I can't disclose which of their group is going till the day they leave." "So I guess we are all in agreement?" Devin questioned his ladies. "I would have tried to persuade you if you had said no, herd-mate." "Well, regardless, before any of that, we have to make a run to Merport to fulfill that order for Jeni. We should be ready in a week or two." Mavis stood up and responded to Devin, "That works! They need time to prepare, as do you, I'm sure. Since you are doing this in winter, it will be harder to get there, but since you have Reina, it should be doable. When you return from Merport, I'd like for you to come back and meet them." "I'll send a notice when we do." Mavis embraced both girls and Devin. "Thank you for doing this. Let's just hope this venture proves successful." Mavis led them down the stairs and toward the front entrance. At the doors, Jeni placed her stamp on a document and handed it to Sable. "This one has found the older sister Mavis' establishment's services to be conducive to relaxation and useful in social improvement and wishes to frequent this place." He lightly ruffled the feathers on her head. "I will be comforted to see you getting out of your lab more frequently." She happily pushed her head into his hand. Mavis held the door open. "We'll see you in two weeks then!" "I'll bring the coach around," offered Sable. Devin shook his foot, which had fallen asleep while they were seated. 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The Peddler & the Fairy: Part 9 The girls continue their shopping. In 10 parts, by Scholarly Mori. Listen to the Podcast at Explicit Novels. "Now to go get new clothes!" Azalea sang as they exited the goblin smith's shop. She was happy and a bit amused, watching Chitchat walk unsteadily trying to acclimate to her new accessory. "Yes, we've had enough distractions for one day," asserted Reina. "We have a bit of a walk," groused Chitchat. "This way." [[MORE]] The job Chitchat had anticipated to be simple was proving more than she and her rear had bargained for. She rubbed her temples. Friendship assplugs? Really? Who even thinks of something like that? I've never even put my fingers in there before. Thought I was gonna pee myself. This should have been easy -- answer some questions, follow two rural girls around, watch them window shop, and make some money. Easy and simple. You can do it, Chitchat. Just a few more hours, and you'll be eating good and plug-free.' "Hey, Reina, look!" Chitchat's introspection was interrupted. She looked over her shoulder to see Azalea pointing from between Reina's breasts at a large bronze statue of a young arachne woman operating a loom. Reina surveyed the plaza. "They sure do like their urban sculptures." Lanterns placed strategically around the outer edge of the plaza aimed their light at the arachne woman's tapestry which reflected the colors back, bathing the surrounding area in variegated hues. "They are more than just decorative pieces," answered Chitchat. "They help people know which plaza is which since they are all designed the same. This one was erected in front of the tailor and seamstresses' neighborhood." Halfway down the street, Chitchat stopped at a storefront with an unusually wide set of double doors and a hanging sign of two crossed bobbins. "Here we are." "The Silky Loom," read Azalea, wiggling free from Reina. Chitchat leaned against a wooden post holding up the awning. "I'll wait out here while you two conduct your business." "Why?" asked Azalea. She looked down at her tattered cloak. "I'm usually not welcome in nice places like this." Azalea grabbed Chitchat's hand and pulled her past Reina."Then, I'll speak up for you if they don't like you." Reina gave an apologetic look as Chitchat was dragged once again by Azalea. Being the last to enter, Reina closed the door against the outside noise. Shelves of wool, hemp, muslin, and silk were neatly sorted by material, hue, and size on three walls. Hanging from the ceiling were nets filled with balls of yarn. Behind a heavy curtain lining the fourth wall, the patterned sound of a long clack followed by two short ones was heard. Reina took a step forward and felt the floor give slightly with a small creak. The clacking stopped. She looked down curiously. The carpet she stepped on had white threads extending out from it and underneath the veil. "Coming!" called a cheerful voice. A worn hand pushed aside the curtain, and out stepped an older arachne woman with an apron stuffed with needles and scissors. Her salt-and-pepper hair was tied in a bun. Her mature face had telltale crow's feet beginning to develop around her kindly eyes. "Not often do I get so many cute dearies wandering into my shop! Welcome!" She re-adjusted the black and gold shawl over her shoulders. "My name is Gertrude, one of the oldest shop owners in the city! How can I help you today? If you're just looking, you're welcome to browse as long as you wish, or if you have a specific request, I can make everything from formal to loungewear, made with any fabric you find in the store, including my own silk." Reina stepped forward. "We would like a price estimate for formal wear for a business meeting and two winter coats." "Three," Azalea corrected. "Three?" "Yes, something for Chitchat." Chitchat, who had been studying a display mannequin, looked up in surprise. "One gift was already more than enough. No need to trouble yourselves." The large arachne shook her head and marched over, looming over the younger girl. Chitchat slunk back. "Now, sweetie, none of that. I can't rightly feel good with such a young an' sweet thing such as yourself catching your death out in the cold this winter. Granny Gertrude will get you girls properly attired." She ushered them into a side fitting room, fawning disapprovingly over the tiny flaws in their current clothes: "The stitching on this cloak is abysmal! How do you even make clothes out of flowers? The hems on this blanket are way too low -- they'll fray them in no time!" She stopped mid-complaint. "When did you need these completed?" "The formal attire we need by tonight," replied Reina. "That doesn't give us much time. I think I can modify some pieces I already have. I should also have some doll clothes left over I'll be able to modify quick-like. Won't take any time at all! Any particular pattern or cloth you want them to be made out of?" Reina looked at the other girls. "We'll leave it to your judgment." "Splendid!" Gertrude effused and then regarded each girl's overall build and height. "I have a few ideas. I love when my customers give me creative freedom! I'm going to need to take some measurements. Who'd like to go first?" "I will." Azalea landed on a nearby table and assumed a T-pose, standing straight with her arms held out parallel to the table surface. "My name's Azalea, by the way." "And you certainly remind me of one!" Azalea fluttered her wings happily. "Just let me get something to jot some notes down." As the seasoned arachne turned around, Azalea's eyes were drawn to the darkened entrance to her silk hole at the back end of her abdomen. She wondered what it'd feel like to stick her arm inside. Shaking her head at the impolite thought, she jumped as a thread of silk shot out, clinging to the table edge beside her. With paper and chalk in hand, Gertrude snipped the thread and started sectioning off lengths with black marks. "Are you ok, dear? You look a bit red." "I'm sorry. I didn't mean to stare. I was just startled." "Good heavens, that was a bit improper of me, waving my bottom in front of your face like that. Technically, I'm supposed to get consent before I do that since some people get hot and bothered seeing me do that. Though I find it rather odd since my unmentionables are actually under my thorax. My memory isn't what it used to be." "We had to sign something like that at the last shop we visited," acknowledged Azalea. "If I sign it, can I see you do it again?" "I don't see why not." "Azalea, isn't that a little rude?" "It's alright, Reina, dear. I'm more than happy to indulge a healthy curiosity" She handed the girls a list of past signees. Upon receiving and nodding approvingly at their signatures, she turned around and reintroduced her abdomen. "All arachne produce silk, but not all use it because they either don't need to, due to their fast running speed or jumping prowess, or only use it sometimes. Take a look." She back up to the table. Azalea helped spread the opening as Gertrude relaxed her hole's entrance and peered inside. Seven little spinnerets were nestled in the shallow, moist cavity. "Arachne silk is a versatile substance; very strong yet light. We produce seven different types of silk: one for raising our young in, a thick one for web scaffolding, a sticky one for making the core part of a web, a strong and non-sticky one we can use like a rope, an intricate one for connecting threads to other threads, and one for creating little sticky droplets we can place along specific parts of a thread." "What's the last one for?" Azalea queried. "For wrapping up things, but male arachne have an alternative use. They don't have that organ humans use for mating, so they use it to hold their seed when they wish to mate." "Was your husband human?" "Yes. He was the most charming and sweetest man I've ever met. He didn't properly know how arachne conducted courtship, but he heard a rumor that male arachne give gifts of their seed to females. So he went out of his way to ask a male arachne for their special webbings just so he could deposit his seed into it and use it to propose to me." She put a hand to her cheek. "He misunderstood the meaning, but I found the attempt very romantic." "What did you do with it?" "I ate it." "You; ate it?" "Normally, when a male gives us that kind of gift, the two are already mates. It just means they want offspring, but I'm infertile, so I ate it. It's not uncommon. Silk-making takes a lot out of an arachne body, so they often eat their silk to recycle it." "My husband may have gotten the particulars mixed up, but it turned me on so much! Before he realized what was happening, I dragged him back home and spun a little suspended-web bed since he was a fair bit smaller than me. I accepted his offer, if you know what I mean. Was my first time mating human style. I quite liked it; but here I am just talking about myself." She set about measuring Azalea with the marking thread. "Are you three from around here?" "Reina and I aren't, but Chitchat is. I'm from a little fairy village in the north-central region. Reina is from the northeast. We both met Life-mate and arrived in town just today to live here with him." "How lovely! Let me welcome you to Iceford. It's a bit noisy at times but a safe place to live. Always lively and innovative. Ok, Azalea, I'm going to need to measure your chest next." Azalea lifted the flaps covering her chest, proudly displaying her breasts. "Ah, to be young again! Such soft, clear skin. I was quite a looker when I was your age. All the young men used to compliment me when I wore lacy stockings or very short skirts that barely covered them." She stroked the glossy black exoskeleton of her thigh and pedipalp. "And for some odd reason, a few wanted me to tie them up and do lewd things to them." "Really?" "I didn't really understand it but always found it amusing." "I'm sad for you not being able to have children," lamented Azalea. "I appreciate your feelings, deary. I do have regrets, but I'm busy enough where I don't get lonely much, and I'm content dressing up all you youngins in pretty clothes." "Well, if I ever see you around town, I'll definitely come say hi!" "That's very sweet of you. So, you are all together with the same special someone?" "Just Azalea and I. We both met Herd-mate very close to each other, time-wise. Chitchat is acting as our city guide for the day." "Does little Chitchat have a special someone?" "Not in the way you're asking. She's; more like someone I take care of." "I bet she appreciates you a lot." "In her own unique way, yes." "Well, that should do it." Gertrude patted Azalea on the head. "Shall we measure lovely Reina next?" Upon hearing her name, Reina tensed up and looked away, Gertrude noticed her trepidation. "Azalea, why don't you take Chitchat into the front room, choose some colored palettes you like, then take her to freshen up in the bathroom upstairs while I measure Reina. There should be a large, hot kettle you can use to heat up the water." "Sure thing!" Reina was still unsure whether it was the sheer force of charisma or confusion, but seeing a ratgirl being dragged away by a fairy a fraction of her size was something she wasn't getting tired of seeing, and she smiled. "Now, my dear, I noticed you seemed a bit uncomfortable. It's alright. No need to feel shy around granny. These old eyes have seen it all." "I'm sorry, it's just, " she hesitantly started as she removed her coat to reveal her scars. Gertrude frowned. "Good heavens! Who would do such a thing to such a lovely young woman? Brutes, I'd wager. People who wouldn't know refinement and beauty if it clobbered them over the head. You don't have to tell me how you got these, but I just want you to know that it's here that beauty continues to mature and blossom," she declared while pointing to her heart. "Take it from me. The outside matters less and less as you get older." "Life-mate k, kissed them the first time he saw them." "Sounds like you found yourself a keeper with a good head on his shoulders." The old weaver stepped back and looked Reina up and down. "This old seamstress knows a few tricks, so let's see if we can't turn your blemishes into something beautiful. My old grandweaver had a strong belief that even the messiest and most lopsided webs could be made beautiful with creativity." "There's really no need for you to go out of your way. I keep them covered well enough." Gertrude stood up straight. "As the foremost seamstress in the city, I'll tell you now! Us craftsmen don't apply our trade just to subsist on. We take pride in making new and more creative facets of beauty when applying our craft. I take great delight in tackling this challenge, so there is no reason we can't boost your self-image a little as well." She smiled warmly. "Now, please raise your arms." A sudden squeal, followed by giggling and a sudden splash, erupted from upstairs. "Sounds like those two are getting along well," Gertrude laughed. Reina sighed. "I'm sorry for all the mess Azalea is probably making." "It's perfectly alright. You youngsters' youthful energy is a delight to these old ears." She wrapped the measuring tape around Reina's chest. "Such lovely breasts. I'll have to make something special for them. While I can't make many large pieces, my specialty is making lacy lingerie from my silk. I'm sure you probably couldn't guess that." "May I make a small request?" asked Reina. "Of course!" "I'm going to be lactating soon, " "Oh, you're expecting?" "No, no, Azalea put the lactation crest on us so we could help Herd-mate with expenses. Could you make it so, " "So It's easy to gain access to suckle from?" Reina blushed. "So they don't stain the clothes." "Sure thing." Reina had redonned her coat when Azalea and a much cleaner but worn-out-looking Chitchat returned wearing only a towel. Azalea struggled to stay airborne while carrying several examples of colors she wanted, and Chitchat brought the rest. "I decided I want some combination of these colors! I heard the word lingerie. What is that?" demanded Azalea in her typical high-energy style. She set the spools on the table. "It's an undergarment worn primarily by humans to increase their sex appeal." "But how do you see it if it's under your clothes?" "Some outfits give little peeks and glimpses of the lingerie. Think of it as clothing that titillates or accentuates what's underneath. Oh, I can't wait to show you what I'm envisioning!" she bubbled. "But first, now that Chitchat looks freshened up, I'll take her measurements." Chitchat removed the towel, still not believing she was exposing herself twice in one day. Gertrude worked her way around, appraising Chitchat's petite form. "Such slender legs and arms you have, and these tiny hands we certainly must make some mittens for." Gertrude turned Chitchat around. "Your tail is so expressive. Please bend over a little." Chitchat did as she was asked. "Oh, this is a pretty little accessory!" Gertrude commented. "Yes, we just got them from Eitri's shop. Friendship assplugs! We all got one!" Azalea exclaimed. She turned around and bent over. Peering back between her legs, she pulled her ass cheeks apart. "Such a sunny color, isn't it?" Gertrude laughed. "Young people have such imaginative ways to express themselves these days." Finished with her measuring, she compiled all her notes and furiously drew up plans for the girls' outfits. Once the plans were complete, she handed them to Reina for review. "I don't know if we can afford all this, Azalea. Herd-mate was rather adamant about not wanting to spend the client's money." Gertrude reached for an abacus and did some calculations. "Taking into account the type of material and estimated amount as well as the number of outfits, we can apply the new customer discount, the cute discount, and the creative-freedom discount." She winked, rewrote a bill of sale, and handed it to Reina. "This should be the final price." Reina looked chagrined but grateful. "Thank you." "Then I'll get to work right away! I should be able to finish your coats before you leave, and I'll have someone deliver your formal attire by tonight." ---- It was late afternoon when the girls met up with Devin, each sporting their new winter coat. They wore matching wool-dyed, bluish-gray cloaks with large wooden buttons and a bunny-fur-lined hood embroidered with images that reminded one of winter. Reina's was different only in its length, extending all the way down her back and over her tail. "Life-mate! I missed you!" Azalea beelined into Devin's chest, giving him a big hug. "It's only been a few hours, but I missed you two as well. How'd it go?" "We had a very; full yet productive shopping trip," Reina replied. "We had so much fun, Life-mate! I can't wait to tell you all about it! How do we look?" Azalea did a little twirl. Devin nodded approvingly. "Adorable as always!" Azalea squealed in delight. "And Reina, equally as majestic. Though I doubt the cold bothered you much." "No, it doesn't, but I'm glad you like it. I can't wait to show you our new dresses tonight and; what's under them," she expressed with a slight blush. He kissed her. "I'll look forward to it." He turned his attention to Chitchat. She stood there awkwardly in her new coat. "I see you all got matching ones." "Y; yes, though I tried to tell them I didn't need one. Reina mentioned something about not spending a lot." "Sometimes it can't be helped. How does it feel?" Devin checked. "It is quite warm," she mumbled. "What's this, what's that!?!" cried an excited Azalea buzzing around the packages in Devin's arms. Reina's stomach growled. "Let's eat somewhere, and then I'll show you," he laughed, trying to dodge her closer inspection. Reina looked to Chitchat for suggestions. "Where should we eat?" "I know!" enthused Azlea, waving her hand. "I saw it before we went to the toy store." "Toy store?" asked Devin. "We'll tell AND show you after we eat,." shouted an impatient Azalea, already several paces away. Devin wondered what she meant as he followed the girls back to the corner with the fenced-off street, causing Devin to pause. Raising his eyebrow at Reina, he challenged, "You went down this street?" Reina pointed at Azalea. "Of course she did. That explains the toy store." "I didn't let her buy anything, Herd-mate," she affirmed. "I wouldn't have minded even if she did, but thank you for looking out for my coin purse, Reina." Chitchat lagged behind, trying to make sense of her feelings. She had set her mind on doing what she had to do to survive. It wouldn't be her first time swindling someone, but it was exceedingly rare for someone to be kind to her, much less give her things this nice or brand new. These chumps were too generous for their own good, and it was causing pesky feelings to arise, making her resolve falter. She pushed the feelings aside and quickened her pace when she saw they were getting too far ahead. "Found it!" Azalea shouted, nearly a block ahead. She pointed to the store-length sign above the window. "Bear Buns Bakery," Devin read aloud. Azalea peered in the storefront window. "I'm loving this street more and more!" she moaned and drooled, face plastered to the window. "They know how to set up an eye-catching display!" "The baker of such; risque confections such as these could almost have drawn inspiration from your special art collection," observed Reina. Arrayed behind the front window, on a slightly tilted display table, were cookies artfully shaped in a multitude of human and demi-human genitalia, surrounded by gingerbread men and women in adorable acts of love-making. Along the periphery were an assortment of similarly-themed pies and cakes with fruits, nuts, and glazes strategically placed to enhance the bawdy display. Azalea smiled smugly. "You're right! Great minds must think alike." This is your opportunity Chitchat! She thought to herself. Now, while their backs are turned! The bag of money hung from Reina's side. With them all huddled around the display, deft fingers and speedy legs would make for a successful grab-and-run before they even knew what had happened. However, for some reason, a tiny piece of her made her hesitate, and she derided herself over her weakness. The fleeting moment was lost. A bare bear ass smooshed against the glass door, causing a bell to ring as it pushed open. A tall woman with a physique that was undecidedly either muscular or plump backed out onto the street. Round, brown ears topped her head, sticking out from under a baker's hat. She was naked, aside from a light yellow apron with a bee pin in one corner covering her human parts. Thick fur covered the rest. She held a wooden folding sign in her fearsomely long-clawed hands. "Oh, hello there!" greeted the smiling portly grizzly woman. "Welcome to Bear Buns!" Everyone looked at her naked, stubby-tailed ass. "Just perusing, or can I entice you with supper tonight?" "We were deciding that," coughed Devin. "If it helps in your decision-making, pastries and baked goods are what we are mostly known for, but we also offer a more dinner-type fare." Devin looked at the girls. He was met with two nods and a grumbling stomach. "I suppose we will." "Wonderful! You may call me Sanna, or Momma Sanna, or Momma Bear -- whichever you like!" The merry woman opened the door and let them in. The interior matched her apron. It was bright and warm, and the ceiling was painted a gentle sky blue. The walls were a mural of flowery fields with scantily-clad bee girls engaged in playfully suggestive acts with aluranes, dryads, and several other plant demi-humans. Potted sunflowers dotted the room to add their cheery faces to the ambiance. "We mostly serve takeout, but we do have a few places for sit-down dining. Please feel free to sit anywhere. I'll go bring you some fresh milk," Sanna said, disappearing into the kitchen. There weren't many options for seating, about five tables in all. Still, they were designed to accommodate the wide assortment of body types found in the city. They chose a table in the corner, near a window, with a prominent flat-padded bench in a corner that allowed Reina to lie down next to the table. Devin sat next to Chitchat on the opposite side, and Azalea perched herself on the table nearest the window. The grizzly woman returned and placed several glasses on the table. "A little something to warm you up from the chill outside." "Hallie, how long are you gonna hide back there?" she shouted behind her. A bunny girl hopped out. Her lower half was covered in soft chestnut brown fur. Her human upper half was covered with an apron identical to Sanna's. One of her long ears stood tall and erect while the other hung loosely. As she rounded the front counter, it smacked her in the face, causing her to trip over her feet and fall face-first in front of everyone. "And here is my mascot and cute ditzy assistant, Hallie. When she's done flashing her dainty bits at ya, she'll be taking your order." The head-under-heels bunny girl took a suspicious amount of time to collect herself, giving ample time to appreciate her poofy tail and prim pink vulva. She jumped up and rubbed her sore button nose. "I'm so sorry! I'm a little clumsy at times. As you heard, my name is Hallie. It's nice to milk you! I mean, it's nice to milk me; You; it's nice to meet you! I'll be taking your orders today!" she stuttered. For some reason, Devin noticed two small wet spots at the top of her apron. He looked at the milk he was holding, then saw her looking intently at him, he guessed maybe waiting for his opinion. He took a sip. "Is this your milk!" queried Devin. With a hint of shyness, she returned, "Yes, it is! Ho; how is it?" "It's delicious. Refreshing with a hint of sweetness." She relaxed. "I'm glad. Normally, momma provides it, but since I'm her brand new hire, it frees her's up to use in baking." "Can I have some more?" inquired Azalea after downing the rest of hers. "Um, I might have a little more left. I only just recently received my milkmaid license, so I don't produce very much yet. I can make just enough for about four glasses." Azalea held out her glass. "Oh, so are we! I mean, we will be lactating soon, too!" Azalea rubbed her lower belly. "I gave Reina and I the lactation crest, but Life-mate needs to hurry up so he can help me fuel Reina's." "I'm making progress. In the meantime, we still have to get your citizen IDs and guild cards before we get your licenses. Maybe, if we have time after we eat, we can get the ball rolling," added Devin. "Ok, but I'm waiting to activate mine since I want to experience it together with Reina." "How delightful," said Sanna returning with menus and passing them around. "Hallie doesn't have any affinity, so we had to induce her the normal way. She was so eager, she massaged her boobs every day till the first drops started to appear." "Saaaaanaaa, don't tell them that! It's embarrassing!" the bunny girl cried. Sanna laughed. "You lucky folk are the first customers to try her milk, so enjoy." Sanna returned to the kitchen, leaving Hallie to her job. Hallie pulled her apron to the side and took Azalea's glass. Lightly milking her breast downward, she squeezed the soft, pink nipples, sending spurts of milk into the empty container. After milking both breasts, she handed a three-fourths full glass back. "I'm sorry. That's all I have left." "No, no! Thank you for letting me enjoy it." Azalea's wings fluttered happily as she drank. Hallie recovered her breasts and played with her hair nervously. "So c; can I get you to eat me? I mean, what can I get you to eat?" Devin hid his smile behind the menu. "What sounds good to you, girls?" Reina ran her finger down the page. "Soup or stew might be nice since it's cold. I'll probably go with this garden vegetable stew with sourdough bread." "Agreed. This summer squash soup with rye bread sounds appetizing to me," mused Devin. "I like sweet things, so maybe I'll try this sweet potato soup," Azalea added, setting the menu down. Chitchat perused the listed dishes. "I've never had food this fancy before." "Might I recommend the melted satyress cheese sandwich and potato leek soup?" Hallie suggested. "Alright! I'll try that, I guess." The bunny waitress took the menus and left to fulfill their orders. Chitchat remained mostly silent, only half-listening to the other three chatter away about their day. She brooded more on why she was not herself today. Stupid rat! You missed a prime opportunity earlier. You just had to let these people and their stupid kindness make you feel guilty, As she took a sip of Hallie's milk, she admitted that if she had done what she had planned, she wouldn't have been able to experience the amazing food she could smell from the kitchen. The smell intensified as Hallie returned with their orders. She placed the bowls in front of their respective hungry customers, bowed, and returned to the kitchen. Chitchat picked up her spoon and took a bite. The fare, albeit simple to her, was some of the best she'd ever had. She felt her chest tighten with emotion. Reina looked at her fairy friend. "Looks like you got a complimentary side salad, Azalea. If it's too much, eat what you can, and I'll finish the rest." "I should be able to finish it, but I'm not happy about it. Mom used to always get on me about eating vegetables and table manners: 'Azalea make sure you eat everything on your plate; stop letting your wings droop; don't slouch; stop masturbating at the table." "At least now you have another reason to eat your vegetables! You want to have a healthy body to produce as much milk of the highest quality as you can." "I know, I know, but they are so bitter." "Looks like they also added some pine nuts as well," Reina attempted to soothe. "Not the kind I like. Life-mate has the only kind of nut I really like." She turned up her nose while taking a bite. "But Herd-mate's tastes bitter too. What's the difference?" "Completely different!" she asserted. "This is plenty bitter. His is warm and creamy and makes me feel all warm and tingly between my legs." "Well, maybe this will distract you a bit from the taste." Devin laid out the things he had bought from Antoris on the table. Azalea jumped up. "Present time!" He unwrapped the cloth containing the remade jewelry box and pushed it toward her. "I had this made for you so you can hang your clothes, store your drawings, and whatever else you want." "Thank you, Life-mate! I love it, and I love you!" She flew up and kissed him all over his face. "But that's not all! There's another surprise inside." Azalea grabbed the honey-colored box and shook it gently. She heard not one but several things rattling. Upon opening the twin doors, the sweet scent of fresh-cut cedar hit her. She looked up at Devin excitedly, seemingly at a loss for words, and back inside the box. "Well, don't leave us in suspense, Azalea! What's inside?" laughed Reina. Azalea pulled out many phallic-shaped dildos, from small fairy size up to Devin's size. "I think these will help stretch you out over time," Devin concluded. "I can't wait to try them! But I suppose I'll have to wait till after we go out tonight! Thank you again, Life-mate. Your little soon-to-be-cock-sleeve couldn't be happier!" "You're welcome, but make sure you do it slowly. Remember how painful it was the first time we tried." "I will." Turning his attention to Reina, Devin confessed, " I'm sorry, but your gift will take a bit more time. It's going to be part of the wagon, and he didn't have enough material. Also, it was quite big and would have been awkward to carry around." "It's alright, Herd-mate. I will look forward to it with growing anticipation." "And lastly, Chitchat, I had a little something made for you. Consider it a small bonus for taking care of my girls, especially the handful one." "Hey, I resemble that remark!" Azalea quipped. Chitchat looked hard at the cloth-covered object. She put her spoon down and unwrapped a wooden dagger sheath, intricately wrought with engravings of a line of dancing rats. "T; thank you," she said, barely above a whisper. Sanna and Hallie returned. "Each of your dishes comes with a dessert." They passed four plates out. In front of Azalea, she placed an impressively elaborate, womb-shaped gingerbread structure filled with a white pudding. Reina was given a plate of four different cookies, each shaped like a different demi-human penis', topped with cream. Devin received a small tart layered with peach slices, shaped like a human cunt, topped with a cherry and fresh cream at the bottom. Lastly, Sanna smiled as she placed two round, jiggly puddings with a cherry placed in the middle in front of Chitchat. The ratgirl took a bite. As the mellow, sweet, fruity flavor spread over her taste buds, a lump formed in her throat. She looked down at the dagger case again, then at her new coat, and finally at the trio animatedly voicing their positive opinions to Sanna. "Chitchat? What's wrong?" Azalea asked, suddenly concerned. "What?" "You're crying." She put a hand to her wet cheek. "I, " She wiped the tears away. "I just, " The more she tried to dry her eyes, though, the more the tears fell. "I'm sorry!" she suddenly blurted out and broke down crying. Azalea zipped over and tried to give her a consoling hug. "Sorry for what?" "For deceiving you!" Everyone looked at her, startled and puzzled. "I'm not really a guide. I'm a thief and pickpocket. I only took this guide job because I thought I could get paid on top of stealing that bag of money you were carrying with you." She paused and bawled. "But; but you were so nice to me. You didn't look down on me like dirty street vermin, and then you started giving me presents and calling me a friend and; and; I'm sorry!" She put her face in her hands, weeping. Everyone looked uncertain about what to do with this revelation. Everyone except Sanna. She stood up to her full height, grabbed the little ratgirl right out of her seat, along with Azalea, and embraced her in a full bear hug. Azalea continued to rub and pat Chitchat's head. "You didn't in the end, and no one got hurt. I still consider you my new friend!" Chitchat sniffled, calming down a little. "You're too trusting." "Maybe so, but I'd rather be wrong in the attempt than not be trusting." "I've raised two girls who got into all sorts of mischief and trouble. While there may have been consequences, I don't believe it's ever too late to change for the better," added Sanna. "Yes, yes! You can start over as the adorable girl who went along with all my selfish requests today!" Sanna put down the puffy-eyed ratgirl. Hallie lent the edge of her apron to dry her tears. "Today was kinda fun," she sniffled. "But I'm still not so sure about the friendship plugs." Several eyebrows raised while Azalea laughed. Devin eyed the girl. "I am glad to see my instincts are still sharp since I thought something was off about you." At that, Chitchat hung her head. "But coming clean about your intentions makes me want to give you a second chance." Devin handed her the other half of the guiding payment and placed the knife sheath in her hands to reaffirm his words, "So you don't cut a hole in your new clothes." She gave a little smile and looked toward Reina. "Well, you haven't done me any harm, and I feel no ill will. I thank you for your guidance during our shopping today." "Um, I should probably tell you something else. My real name is Suvi." Azalea crawled between her ears and hung down over her face. "Chitchat was cute, but Suvi fits you more!" She glanced to Devin. "I still feel bad for Suvi's situation. Can we raise her standard of living somehow?" "Maybe this Whitegold place is needing another employee?" "Whitegold, eh? I'm quite sure she'll be able to find a job there," stated Sanna. Suvi put her knife in the sheath and pocketed her payment. "How can you be sure?" "I know the owner, and should it not work out for some reason or another, you would be most welcome to help Hallie prep my kitchen in the morning. I don't know how many bowls of flour she's broken." "It was only five," demurred a fidgeting Hallie. "Five too many!" Sanna laughed. "I won't be able to provide a place to sleep, though, like Whitegold could." "What kind of place is this Whitegold." "It's a place that server food and drinks. The employees there are all girls and are well taken care of." "If I worked here, would I have to wear only an apron, too?" questioned Suvi. "Not if you don't want to, but before Hallie's ass-flashing loses its novelty, our customers might enjoy seeing a new one. But I would encourage you to try Whitegold first. I think you'll enjoy the perks there more." Once everyone had finished eating, they all thanked Sanna and Hallie and filed out. Sanna called out a "see you again!" from the door. Just a block from the bakery, Devin suggested, "I think we have enough time to stop by the admin office and get you girls your guild cards." "You said it'd be as pretty as yours, right?" asked Azalea. "Yes. They are costly but worth it in the long run." "Let's do it!" With Devin leading the way this time, they walked briskly toward the middle of the city. Abruptly, he slowed and asked: "So what was that about friendship plugs?" "Oh, that! Well, now would be a great time to show you. Let's go over there." Azalea led them down an empty side alley. "I suppose I have to show mine as well." "Pleeease, Suvi!" Azalea begged. "Fine," she sighed, turning around. Reina and Azalea followed suit. She pointed at Devin with her tail and shared, "Consider this a thank you for forgiving me." Azalea called out. "Ready? One, two, three!" All three girls pulled their coats up over their asses. Suvi pushed her belts aside while Azalea spread her cheeks wide. Devin looked at the three citrine-gemmed plugged holes. "You three got matching sex toys?" "Not just matching, they are a physical manifestation of our friendship!" Azalea chirped. "An odd way to express it, but ok." "She's way too proud of them!" complained Suvi. "Can I stop now?" "Not yet! There is a special feature Eitri told me about." "Special?" Suvi hesitated. "Feature?" swallowed Reina. "Yep!" Azalea touched a finger to the gem in her own till she felt a click. She did the same to Suvi's and Reina's and then placed both hands on their hips. Both girls jumped as the plugs buzzed to life. Suvi tensed. "What is this feature!?!" "Eitri said when you turn it on, as long as you stay within physical contact, it vibrates! Two or more friends could all hold hands, mutually basking in the emotional and physical manifestation of their friendship. Doesn't it feel amazing!" "It's surprisingly strong," noted Reina. "Too strong!" squeaked Suvi. "I wonder if I touch you in different places if it changes the intensity?" Azalea traced her fingers down Suvi's ass and circled around until she touched her plug directly. Suvi's legs buckled. "I'm not sure I'm ready to start out with this level of friendship!" Azalea took her hand away. Suvi was red-faced and breathing heavily. "Thanks to you, I'm all horny and wet now." "I'm an expert at fixing that. May I help you cum?" Suvi regarded Reina and Devin. "I'm not sure I can with an audience, but you've already seen every part of me, so I guess I'll try." "I'll help make it a bit more discreet." Reina relocated so she faced the street and blocked the view from there. "Ready, my cute little rat?" Suvi, still squatting, spread her knees. Azalea re-positioned herself behind, admiring her swollen, red cunt. Azalea placed her tiny hands on the slick folds. Immediately, the vibrations returned. They were still focused around her anus, but with Azalea's ministrations, pleasure was steadily building throughout her body. "Azalea, don't get your new clothes wet," Devin warned. "Oh yes, I forgot. You're not a squirter, are you, Suvi?" Her eyelids fluttered open, and she began panting. "A what?" "Do you squirt when you cum?" "No, but this is more intense than anything I've ever felt!" "Well, just in case, I'll stand beside you." She moved to the side of Suvi's bottom. She rolled up her sleeve and busily started working her hand into the entrance of Suvi's vagina. From that angle, she could still push her small arm up into the tight, velvety insides. With her free hand, she pushed and prodded Suvi's plug, slightly changing its angle and depth. "I; I'm close," Suvi moaned. "I can see that. Let me hear your cute cries!" Suvi felt herself peak. Her body contracted as the first dry orgasm washed over her, but the second had loosened her bladder. During the third wave, she squirted a little. The post-orgasmic relaxation left her forgetful of her surroundings, trembling, and unable to control herself. She fell back against Devin's leg and emptied the rest of her bladder as Azalea backed away, licking the juices off her hand. As Suvi came back to her senses, she saw Azalea nodding her approval. Devin handed her a handkerchief, and she suddenly became self-conscious, quickly wiping herself dry and hesitantly handing it back. She re-dressed in silence. "Post-lunch orgasms are the best!" Azalea stated. "Did you have one?" asked Reina. "No, I wanted to make sure Suvi got the best one she ever had." "It was certainly that," the ratgirl acknowledged. "I can do it to you again whenever you want." "One, I think, is more than enough." With Azalea and Reina continuing to enjoy their new toy, Suvi made an effort to ensure she didn't accidentally bump into the large Whitehorn. Once the ladies were sated, they cleaned up, redressed, and continued on their journey with Devin in the lead. Upon reaching the center of town, they crossed an expansive arched bridge to the central council building. "Never been here before," Suvi confessed, looking up at the high-vaulted ceiling inside the reception room. After waiting in line, they approached the receptionist, to who they explained their purpose. She brought the appropriate forms and explained, "This one's your citizen ID. It's mainly to let the bureaucracy know that you are a family." Azalea whispered in Devin's ear on her way to an open spot on the counter. He answered for them all to hear, "If you two girls could fill out these Guild entry forms, I'll help fill out Suvi's." "Which is this?" Azalea held up the paper and squinted. "Is this my Guild entry? Why do I need it again?" "Well, you technically don't, but if you are going to work in any official capacity, it gives you some weight behind you as a potential employee. You also get discounts and perks depending on what rank you're in. Sapphire: 5% discount; Emerald: 10%; Amethyst: 15%; Ruby: 20%; and Diamond: 25%. Amethyst and up gives you access to certain guild functions, parties, festival events, etc., to network and make connections. Since you girls are new, you'll start in Sapphire." "Good enough for me." After she finished filling out all the blanks and signing her name, she handed it to the receptionist. With all the paperwork filled out, the secretary looked it over approvingly. "Everything looks in order. Since your ID and guild cards are two sides of the same badge, it'll take time to craft them, and they should be ready in a few days, but here is a rough idea what it'll entail." With that, she showed them sample cards she had prepared. Reina D. Ebonplume Weight: 500 Lbs | Height: 8.5 Feet Birth date: Autumn 34, 3608 Year of the Dryad Citizen of Iceford Merchant Guild Member Sapphire Rank Milkmaid ---------------------- Azalea Ebonplume Weight: 150g | Height: 7 Inches Birth date: Spring 15, 3605 Citizen of Iceford Merchant Guild Member Sapphire Rank Milkmaid ---------------------- Suvi Norvetica Weight: 70 Ibs | Height: 4' 7" Birth date: Summer 2, 3596 Year of the Dryad Citizen of Iceford ------- The sun was setting when they returned to Jeni's. At some point before they returned home, someone had left the girls' new clothes with her. They found the little owl abuzz in her typically mechanical way, examining the girls' new clothes and catching snippets of their adventures throughout the day. She was a little shy of Suvi at first, but her charisma soon disarmed any hesitancy the little owl felt. "Young patron and friends, are you leaving this one again tonight?" "Yes. We have a business meeting to go to." Her wings drooped. Azalea, striking upon an idea. "Life-mate, can Jeni go with us?" "I don't see why not." Jeni perked up. "I do not know what purpose my presence would be, seeing as I know nothing about economics. Wouldn't my presence be a hindrance?" "The girls also have no reason to go, but it's a chance to get out of your workshop and spend time with everyone." "This one did not go clothing shopping with the others." "Do you have any formal clothes?" Jeni thought for a moment. "My graduation robes from the academy." "That should be fine. Perfect, and since Life-mate already gave us our presents, it's time for us to show him his!" All four disappeared into the back room to get changed, leaving Devin alone. "Guess I should get changed, too." He found an empty corner and dug out his outfit reserved for guild functions with the more well-to-do business owners. A high-collared lace vest, a long sash tied around his waist, and pants tucked into high boots completed the ensemble. As he changed, he played back the events of the day, occasionally hearing a giggle and the murmur of chatter from the adjacent room. The girls' door opened just as he finished buckling a cape over his left shoulder. Azalea came in first, pretending not to notice him. Her hair was unbraided and done up in a bun, held together by a butterfly hairpin. She fluttered around, exaggerating the flow of her one-piece, white and violet kirtle. She acted surprised to see him, coyly coming close, then she crossed her arms, exemplifying the upside-down 'A' cutout showing a generous amount of under-cleavage. While it covered more of her body than her flower dress, it was opaque enough to see an undergown. The undergown was embroidered with crocus, snowdrops, leucojum, and other winter flowers tactically placed to hide the parts of her normally kept private while, at the same time, drawing the eye to those tantalizingly censored parts. "Here we are -- your two presents, Life-mate!" Reina entered right behind. Her demure movements were further dignified by her gown of arachne satin dyed midnight blue and interspersed with snowflakes matching the silver filigree on her horns. A lacy choker set with a sapphire-encrusted brooch of a snow-covered mountain peak, an heirloom of the matriarchs of her family, was clasped about her neck. Devin's eyes wandered down over Reina's womanly figure. A black bodice laced with ribbon hugged her torso, making her already large breasts spill over slightly. She strode to the middle of the room, making the glossy material ripple and giving the illusion of falling snow. With long white gloves, she played with the end of her hair which was done up in a braided ponytail and draped over her shoulder. Whoever the seamstress had been, Devin approved of their taste. Reina's lips curled slightly upon seeing Devin's engrossed assessment of her. Azalea landed on her composed friend's antlers and whispered into her ear. "Must we ruin the moment?" "You mean enhance! Ready, Reina? Aaaaand, go!" Both girls attempted a seductive pose. Devin tried to stifle his laughter but failed. "See? I told you Herd-mate would find this silly." "But it was fun." "Silly or not, you both are lovely, and I love you very much." He pulled them both into an embrace and kissed each of them. "I wanted Suvi to do it with us, Life-mate, but I couldn't persuade her." Suvi poked her head out the door. "I have to draw the line somewhere." "Come on out and show everyone," Azalea summoned. Stepping out from behind the door, she raised her arms and looked over the simple red wool tunic with soft leather-laced jerkin. It was decorous, so it maintained her tomboyish appearance. "It's quite easy to move in it." She tightened the belt around her waist and adjusted her twin tails. "I guess that leaves one more," Devin noted. "This one is still uncertain if this is appropriate attire for an outing," she complained, but Jeni drew everyone's attention as she entered the room last. She was, in every sense, dressed as an academic. A flat-topped scholar's hat set low over her head with a feathered quill sticking out from the top. An open-front, hoodless cowl, held together with two gold chains, laid on top of a heavy, pine green, sleeveless robe. Four polished, inkwell-shaped brass buttons decked the robe which hung to her ankles. She flapped her wings experimentally. Devin reached for her hat. "If you leave this, I think it'll be fine." "Jeni is so smart looking!" praised Azalea. "I'm so glad you're coming with us!" "We were supposed to wait for someone to escort us, yes?" reminded Reina. Devin smoothed down Jeni's feathers. "Around eight, if I recall." As if on cue, they heard a knock at the door. Devin rose and opened it. In the lantern glow of the front porch stood a slim-tailed weasel woman. She wore masculine, form-fitting breeches and a ruffled white shirt. Looking over the merchant with beady black eyes, she bowed and introduced herself. "My name is Sable, Stewardess of Whitegold." She pulled out a monocle and looked them over. "Mr. Ebonplume and guests, I presume?" "Yes, that is us," he declared. "Very good. I am here to escort you to a meeting at our establishment tonight." Devin looked over his shoulder. "We are ready." Sable held open the door to a sleek, white and gold gilded, enclosed coach. Jeni and Suvi hopped in along with Azalea. Devin turned apologetically to Reina. "I'm sorry, Reina." "It's alright, Herd-made. I am not fond of enclosed spaces, and a brief walk will feel refreshing." Sable closed the door as soon as Devin stepped in and climbed into the driver's seat. With a flick of the reins, they set off into the night. To be continued in part 10, by Scholarly Mori for Literotica.

The Peddler & the Fairy: Part 8 Shopping adventures. In 10 parts, by Scholarly Mori. Listen to the Podcast at Explicit Novels. The trio made their way back to the bustling ring of the shopping district, stopping in front of a statue of what must have been some iconic blacksmith when Devin turned to the girls. "I have a shop I want to visit. I thought of a few presents I wanted to buy the two of you. Do you mind getting a head start and finding a seamstress? Oh, and Azalea, can I borrow the drawing you did of; my; er; me?" [[MORE]] Azalea gave him a quizzical look. "You mean the one of your penis? Sure." She dug around her bag, found her notebook, and handed it to him. Fluttering around his head excitedly, she demanded, "Does it have something to do with our presents? Does it? What is it? Tell me!" "Azalea, dear. Herd-mate probably wants to surprise us, or else he wouldn't be going alone," interrupted Reina. "Ahhh, okaaaay; fine, but in return, we'll surprise you with our new outfits!" "Won't you need formal attire too, herd-mate?" the female Whitehorn asked. "I have an outfit from when I attend guild banquets. I'll wear that." Devin handed Reina two pouches. "I know I said I wasn't going to spend the money from our potential client, but I don't know the current market price for formal attire, so if possible, try to haggle or negotiate a lower price." She put the pouches in her belt. "I'll try. Should we meet you here in three hours?" "That's a good idea. We can have a late lunch together and then go back to Jeni's to change," Devin suggested and then waved, disappearing into the crowd. "Shopping time with Reina! I want to wander around and window shop for a while," the fairy announced, flitting ahead of her fellow mate. "Alright." —---------- As a native, Devin knew most of the shortcuts between all the major city blocks. He was calculating the time he'd need to get to the workshops he had in mind when he had a sudden realization. Mavis said a carriage would be sent for them, but he had failed to mention where they were staying. He hustled back to the post office to inform the nonplussed secretary of the forwarding information for their inn. She informed him she'd take care of it personally, and he left, dashing back across town. Nearing the western gate of the city, he slowed his pace, taking a moment to lean against the corner of a building near an alley to catch his breath. "Lovely day for a walk!" said a rough, squeaky voice. He looked over his shoulder to spot a pint-sized individual with arrogant, ruby eyes leaning against the opposite wall. Not sure if they were talking to him or not, Devin ignored them. The mystery figure pushed back its mud-stained hood. Two substantial, rounded ears covered in gray fur with a soft pink interior twitched in expectation. One of the ears was missing a chunk. She brushed away her matted auburn hair. "Are your girls going to be ok with you not around?" He put a hand on his dagger. "Is there a reason I should be aware of why they wouldn't be ok?" She slunk back. "Hey now, let's not get hasty. It's not that I'm interested in them specifically. I'm more interested in what I can do for you or for them." She made a little bow, and the edges of her cloak fell open to expose her bare midriff. A thick belt covered her small chest. A narrower belt wrapped around her waist. On the lower belt was a run-down pouch with a broken button and a rusty dagger attached. Two thinner belts crisscrossed around her hips, meeting between her legs and leaving the rest of her undernourished frame uncovered. "I've been following you; sorry, no, that came out wrong. I noticed you enter the city and saw a curious sight: a rare Whitehorn, and an even rarer fairy, both together with a well-to-do merchant. I have an eye for opportunity and wondered if you might be in need of a guide." "I'm a native of this city." "Oh." She seemed a little taken aback. "Well, then; how about I guide your companions around; seeing as you seem to have other errands?" "I usually don't make it a habit of entrusting things I care about to those I haven't established trust with," Devin stated with little emotion. "Now, now! Don't be like that. I'm just a hungry ratgirl who's trying to make some coin. Trust needs to start somewhere, right? How bout my name?" She opened her arms placatingly. "The name's Chitchat. It's what most of my clients know me as. I'm sort of a rat-about-town. I take all kinds of jobs. Sometimes I'm an information trader, other times a guide. I'm pretty confident in my knowledge of most of the stores in town and where to find them." Seeing him ponder her request, she added, "You don't want your friends getting lost or taken advantage of while you're away, do ya?" The offer was tempting, but the person making it gave him pause. She looked trustworthy enough, but anyone could throw on some dirty rags and rub some dirt on their face. Her gaunt features were not so easy to fake, however. While violent and major crimes were fairly rare, there was no lack of theft, bribery, and petty crime in a city where merchandise, and often times cut-throat commerce were common trades. Merchants were no strangers to risk. What required skill was knowing how to manage it and, if possible, use it to your advantage. That didn't apply to his girls, though. As his treasure, he felt it unlikely to be too cautious with them. Yet, it seemed in bad taste to be so miserly with someone as down-and-out as this girl. "I won't be gone long. I'm sure they'll be fine." "Then how about I offer my help to you. Wherever you're going, I might be able to suggest a cheaper alternative." Chitchat worried he was taking too much time to decide and tried to press him. "Please, sir, it's been a long time since I've eaten." She tactically gripped his arm, pressing herself into it. Devin expected her to smell worse than she did. Something between sour wine, wet fur, and perhaps desperation? It was, at the very least, a sense of urgency. He wasn't averse to helping someone in need. He often tossed a few coins to the most needy-looking. She squeezed his arm. "Isn't it better to earn one's bread by being industrious instead of begging?" Devin decided to test her a bit. "I won't be gone long, and the girls should be fine." With a curt brusqueness, he dislodged her from his arm and walked away. Chitchat looked startled at the sudden shift in attitude. She was going to make another offer, but he was already several strides away. Devin ducked behind a corner and looked back toward the alley. Chitchat fell back against the brick wall and sank to the ground, pulling her knees up to her chest. 'Doesn't look like she has any accomplices, nor is she asking anyone else. In his experience, charlatans tended to immediately move to another target if their first victim didn't prove fruitful. Guess I'll take a chance.' He returned to the dejected ratgirl, but she didn't look up until he was right in front of her. "What are you doing back?" "I changed my mind." He showed her five vols. "Half up front and half when I return. Give this to them, so they know I hired you." Wrapping the coins into his handkerchief, he held it out to her. Warily, she held out her hand and took it. "But that is way too, " "I'll be back in three hours. They should be wandering around the clothing ward." Before she could say anything more, he left again, leaving her bewildered. Without further delay, Devin arrived at his destination in the southern half of the city, on the border of the old-town district. 'This can't be right. It's too small!' Devin stood in a vacant alley, nestled at the end of an empty street. He thought this was the address to the craftsman he was seeking. Rumors told of a woodworker who took unusual commissions, but he had never been to this part of town. All that stood before him was a marble wall with an elaborate limestone door deeply inlaid with runes. The runes he used to keep his goods cool or used in everyday life were from a branch language, a dialect of the original. The runes in front of him, while similar geometrically, were older. Devin had no idea what they meant, and few people probably did due to their baffling complexity. Aside from syntax, the timing could also change the meaning, depending on the time of day or even the season. Thankfully, he didn't have to worry about any of that. A frayed cord hung to the side of the door with a sign that read: Ring once: pickup Ring twice: order Ring thrice: delivery Ringing twice, he felt a slow rumble, a grinding of stone-on-stone, under his feet as a crease appeared down the left edge of the door frame. From the blackness, an unnaturally strong and rocky hand grabbed his shirt and yanked him inside. The entrance sealed shut, leaving them in darkness. He put out a foot to steady himself but felt only air. As he stumbled, the strong grip held him up while simultaneously pulling him down what he quickly realized was a stairway. "Uh, excuse me? Could you stop tugging on my clothes?" His escort remained silent but paused. He felt his shirt let go, and his wrist was grabbed instead to continue with their slow, lumbering footfalls. "Er; if it's not too much trouble, could you tell me if this is the workshop of Antoris the woodsmith?" Silence. The unusual reception had him a little on edge, but a Dwarven workshop being underground most certainly wasn't unheard of. Reaching out his left hand, he felt a stone railing. It felt curved, and by the way the faint gleam of light below them kept rotating without passing behind them, he guessed they were on a circular stairwell. The air, aside from being cool and dry, was surprisingly fresh. A faint draft issued from beneath them. He lost track of their descent after the fiftieth step, but they soon passed through an entrance in the floor. The room opening below them was the same as the one above, only this one was lit with purple and orange crystals sticking out of the rock walls. Calling them a wall would have been an injustice to the creator. Hewn from the rock were massive pillars shaped like leafless trees with expansive branches holding the stairway and the ceiling aloft. Between the pillars were murals -- illustrations of rocky figures planting trees and maybe flowers. He could now see his silent chaperone in the light. The most noticeable feature was her height. She towered over him. He guessed she was nearly nine or ten feet tall. Initially, he thought she was a gnome since they were known to be a quiet type of earth elemental. However, he dismissed that idea since her movements weren't quite fluid or natural. The smoothness of her skin and the massive, spherically cut rubies acting as joints were too unnatural. She was naked; naked as a white marble statue could be. She didn't possess any of the finer details one might find on a completed work, namely nipples or genitalia, and he wondered if maybe she was an unfinished or trial design. Whatever the case, the creator seemed to appreciate large breasts and long hair. He didn't expect an answer but attempted, "Are you a golem? Can you take me to your creator?" For the first time, she stopped and regarded him. A pair of rough-cut ruby eyes stared down at him, processing his request. Golems had varying levels of intelligence. Most had at least basic commands they accepted or understood even if they couldn't speak. She obliged, though not in the way he expected. Feeling himself go weightless, she scooped him up in her arms. He wasn't feeling very princess-like, despite being in the cliche carrying position, and he flailed a bit as she set off with a faster gait down the stairs. Devin calmed down and appreciated the faster speed even though he couldn't appreciate the wall murals at leisure. She looked down over her generous chest, squeezed him tight against it and jumped the rest of the way to the floor below. Neither the floor nor her legs were soft, so he felt a big jolt from the landing. She made a sharp turn upon landing and passed through one of four archway exits from the room. Plunged into darkness once more, they passed swiftly through another archway. As she slowed her pace, Devin's jaw dropped. They were in an extensive cavern with cerulean-colored pools separated into square, uniform sections. Inside each pool was a singular, tall, and narrow rock-like structure, each of a different color. "What is this place?" She pointed at herself, then at the pool. "This is how you were made?" Leaving his question unanswered, she passed through a wide door on the opposite side of the room and unceremoniously deposited him in the center of a brightly-lit room that smelled dry, dusty, and yet sweet. He stood up, brushing sawdust and woodchips off himself, and beheld the magnificent master carpenter's dream that lay about him. Planks of varying trees, cut and sanded, leaned neatly against three walls surrounding large workbenches. On the left and right tables were hand saws, chisels, planes, and adzes were neatly arranged around half-finished products. Through a hole next to the door frame he had entered, water flowed from the previous room. It wrapped around the edge of one wall and down through a hole in the floor. It likely powered the vertical saw that adorned a corner. At the center table, a red-bearded dwarf sat whittling on something Devin didn't recognize. Without looking up, the dwarf bellowed, "Ruby! Why in the name of the Great mountain did ya come through the pool room?" The golem, Ruby, made no attempt to answer and instead took her place by his left side. Without receiving a greeting or introduction, Devin stood awkwardly and said, "You must be Antoris the Dwarf!" "Is that what yer eyes be tellin' ya's, or do you just have a gift for compulsively stating the obvious?" "Sorry, I meant no disrespect. I was unsure if this was the right place, given the; um; abrupt greeting by your assistant and the location of your workshop." "Woodworking is my profession. Gems and golems are my hobbies. Expensive hobbies, I might add. I don't like going above ground -- too many people to deal with! Introductions, especially so. I'm also not overly fond of talking about most things or answering questions, so place your order and don't ramble." Devin handed him a slip of paper with Azalea's drawing. The dwarf looked at it for a moment, frowning. "Yer wants me to make; these?" He sighed and slumped on his stool. "My first customer in weeks and they turn out to be a pervert." "It's not for me. It's for a fairy friend." "I don't care who it's fer." I can make these tiny; toys, but I don't have any ravishwood big enough to make the big'un. You want the same wood for all of them?" "Does that mean you'll make it?" "Are ya daft on top of having poor eyes? I got a reputation for being reclusive but won't be havin' one for turnin' down a customer." Devin thought for a moment. "Cedar for the box, white oak for the knife-sheath, and ravishwood for the others. I've heard the last is a bit rare and hard to find, so I'll pay double the normal price." "Ya bet yer coin purse yer will. I hope you don't mean to stuff your fairy with this!" "The big one is for someone else." The dwarf showed no surprise. "Should take me about two-and-a-half hours. Ya can take a seat over there." He pointed a stubby finger to an overly-decorated stool in the corner. Turning to Ruby, he whispered something into her ear, and they both separated: She went into a back room while Antoris disappeared into a side room and then returned with several choice pieces of lumber. Devin watched him measure, mark, cut, and repeat until he grew bored. "Go ahead; ask yer questions." "Excuse me?" "Questions! Everyone has them." "But you said, " "My hobby is the small exception. Now, go ahead before it starts leaking out ya ears. Ya have the same look ever'one has when they see ma girls." "Oh, then; um; do they have names?" "The one er'brought a here, as you already heard, is Ruby. She's the third of four I've built. Sapphire and Emerald were the first and second rudimentary prototypes. They are out digging a new tunnel." "Who's the fourth?" "Diamond." Antoris rang a silver bell on the corner of the desk. From a different side room entered another golem. Earlier, Devin considered Ruby to look quite advanced, but she barely held a stalactite to her sister. Diamond was more normal in height and also naked, except for a craftsman's apron. Meticulous attention was given to her features. Her face was expressionless, fixed with either a neutral or gentle smile, depending on the angle. Her skin was glossy and smooth, with a glassy opaqueness overlaid to protect the milky white, tan and light-brown wood pattern underneath. Very fine veins of red-opal, and malachite-green just under her skin connected to the diamonds acting as her digits and joints. Her hair was chiseled to be long and wavy, a portion covering her left eye. She gracefully glided across the room on slender legs, her movements precise and willful. Assuming a demure position slightly behind and to the right of her creator, she faced Devin, bowed, and gave him a generous view of her cleavage. "I have an owlchemist friend who's working on her first golem," Devin commented. "What's 'er name?" "Jeni-feather, over in the manufacturing district." "Why does that name sound familiar? Oh, of course! Old man Nílo's assistant. I heard a rumor he took someone in. I thought it false since he's even more of a recluse than I am -- does all his business transactions via proxy. Maybe he felt he was getting too old for everything. How far along in her work is she?" "She's never showed me." "Poor friend who doesn't ask about their friend's hobbies -- especially those that involve pouring a large amount of their money, time, and life into it." "I can't argue with that," Devin lamented. "Diamond is my latest and first fully-complete construct," revealed the older dwarf proudly. "She's a masterful-looking piece of work," Devin agreed. "I'm especially proud of her eyes; multifaceted semi-precious gems." "They remind me of some insect demi-humans. Does she have, " The dwarf pulled Diamond's apron aside, revealing two pink nubs. "Rose quartz for her nips. Interchangeable cunt." "I like the amethyst clematis you have in her hair. My fairy friend has a dress of the same flower." "It's slow, delicate work carving flowers from gems but well worth it." "Is her body from stone or wood, and what are those veins?" "You saw those things in the other room, under the water? It's petrified wood -- more specifically, petrified dryad wood. Spotted a branch from an exotic merchant. Bought it for almost nothing since he thought it was just a pretty rock. It was a small piece, so I couldn't do much with it. I regrow and graft on bigger parts." "Why not just use regular stone or wood for all of them?" "because certain materials are more conductive to affinity. The grandfather of golemancy discovered a way to infuse one's own affinity, into inanimate objects. I ain't sure why it works, but things that were once alive conduct better, but other things can be used. My girl's core uses a chunk of amber," he explained while tapping a honey-colored teardrop embedded under her clavicle. A lot also comes down to what's available and what can be afforded." "Rarer materials; high cost. Makes sense." "And lastly, what the creator knows how to work with. Since I know a thing or two about mining, gems and rocks are easy enough for me to work with. All depends on the creator, but you can find a bit of a pattern depending where you go. There are very roughly three kinds. The middle kingdom's are generally made from clay, porcelain, and clockwork. Down in the desert lands, I've heard they use the flesh of their dead or some such morbid thing." "Feel free to pass any of this to your friend, though she probably knows most of it. Now let me get back to work." Devin took a seat. Not knowing what else to do, he decided to practice more with his glyph. —------------ Chitchat was usually more on her game when playing the poor, needy ratgirl, but it'd been a significant period since she'd eaten, and it was starting to affect her charisma. 'Thought I'd blown it with that clueless merchant. Can't believe he actually came back. Now, if I can just find those girls. Pretty sure I saw him give that Whitehorn some money. If I play my cards right, I can get paid and pick their pockets. That should feed me for maybe a few months!' Her nails gripped the cobblestone, expertly weaving and dodging through the forest of legs in the streets and alleys. Standing barely five feet on tiptoes, she decided to jump up on a barrel to search the many heads and ears for her quarry. —----------------------- "Reina! How do I look?" Azalea turned around to show off the hairpins holding together twin-tails. Before Reina could comment, "What's that smell? Roast corn! "Azalea dropped the hairpins in the bemused merchant's hands and zipped off toward a stall with a grill. "I wonder what spices they use! Trade secret? Understandable. So much delicious-looking food! Sweets I've never seen, fruits I've never tasted! Oh, what are those over there? They are what? Snowglobes? How do you get the snow in them? Are they edible? Speak up! I can't hear you!" Reina was feeling a bit overwhelmed. Aside from being in a new place, she was doomed to act as fairy herder for the day. 'How does such a small body have so much energy? She can't seem to focus on anything for more than thirty seconds.' She was happy to see her friend thoroughly enjoying herself but was afraid the endless distractions would delay them from their responsibilities. "Mmmphthigsgood!" "Azalea, swallow first, and where did you get that food?" "That nice man over there was selling some bread filled with jam. Said I was cute and gave me one. Try some!" Azalea bit off a generous portion with jam, pressed her petite lips to Reina's, and used her tongue to push the morsel in. Normally, Reina wouldn't have minded, but they were in public. She blushed as the few passersby failed to hide smiles. "You're so adorable when you're embarrassed," Azalea teased. Feeling a little indignant at her own awkwardness, she swallowed, scooped the hyperactive fae close, and licked some jam off her cheek. "Careful! I might end up eating you instead." Azalea face lit up. "Once, Life-mate put me in his mouth when I was covered in his cum, to clean me. I was pretty out of it when it happened. I wouldn't mind experiencing it again when I'm more lucid. Or maybe I should smear some jam in a very particular place that's more fun to lick," she whispered. "But for now, here, you can have the rest. I wanna go look at other food stall." She stuffed the rest of the pastry into Reina's mouth and flew off. Reina was about to follow when she felt something on her foreleg. "Finally found you!" squeaked a small girl gasping for breath. "Why are there so many more people than usual today?" "Is this an unusual amount? I'm new to this city." "I know. Where'd your fairy friend go?" "Um, she was looking at candles, but now where'd she go? Oh, there she is. Do we know you?" "Hey, it's you!" exclaimed a returning Azalea, nibbling on a piece of honeycomb. "You know her?" "No, but remember I mentioned someone watching us. Same eyes." "You were watching us?" "I, er, " the ratgirl stammered. "Did you need our help with something?" "Help? Help, yes; yes, I came to offer my services. Your friend hired me to guide you around till he got back." "Herd-mate did? He didn't mention that earlier." Reina glanced at Azalea. "He thought of it after he left. Here's proof!" She held out Devin's handkerchief. Reina took the handkerchief and sniffed it. "Smells like him." "Oh, I want to smell, too! I miss him already!" Azalea declared as she dived into the handkerchief in Reina's hand. "He's only been gone twenty minutes, Azalea, and try not to get it sticky." Turning back to the ratgirl, " We are glad to have your guidance, Miss, ?" "Chitchat." "That's an interesting name," commented Azalea as she licked her fingers clean. "It's my working name." "Nice to meetcha. This is Reina, and you already heard my name. We were just wandering around looking for a seamstress." "One of us was. The other was stuffing her face," Reina teased. "It's not good to shop on an empty stomach," Azalea shot back. "That only applies to grocery shopping!" Reina countered. Chitchat put a hand to her chin. "Seamstress, eh? I know one nearby." "Oh good! We are quite ready, aren't we?" urged Reina, cupping Azalea in her hands and hugging her to her chest so she wouldn't fly off again. Chitchat took the lead. "Then off we go!" "Have you lived in this city all your life, Miss Chitchat?" asked Reina. "Yep, all nineteen years of it. When my parents died, I spent the rest of my childhood in an orphanage. When I turned eighteen, I decided I had enough of being told what to do, so I left." Chitchat continued to rattle on about the city and her many observations about its inhabitants and peculiarities. Azalea was content to be held between Reina's soft breasts until she spotted a fenced-off street entrance. Wiggling out of her pillowy cocoon, she poked her head over Reina's shoulder. "Why's that street blocked off? And why is it pink?" Chitchat looked where Azalea pointed. A tall, wooden fence, engraved with a depiction of naked shoppers covered with strategically placed leaves, separated the two roads. "Have you noticed the edges of some streets have colored cobble?" "No, " "Probably because someone was too enamored with window shopping," Reina jested. "It's a decency indicator. Numerous demi-humans have different feelings toward modesty. As a compromise with the more prudish nature of humans, the city council implemented a color system to indicate which sections of the city you're allowed to expose which parts of your body. Green, you have to be fully clothed. Yellow is for topless regions, mostly centered around the milking quarters. Pink allows full nudity, and red areas allow public sex but are strictly regulated to the nightworker parts of the city. Independent businesses may have a separate set of rules, so they'll have an indication by the door." "Can we go take a look, Reina? Pleeeeaase!?! Then we can go straight to the seamstress." Chitchat didn't say anything. She didn't visit these adult areas unless she was in haste for a shortcut, and even then, she didn't linger. "You know it's tough to say no when you give such pleading puppy-dog-girl eyes." Reina opened the pedestrian gate and passed through. The landscape on the opposite side was exactly as the other, except the leaves were removed. "Where are all the people?" wondered Azalea "These neighborhoods tend to cater to very specific merchandise and customers. Also, it's winter. Not too many people are gonna take their clothes off when it's cold." "Well, there might be one, " Azalea shimmered out her dress and handed it to Reina. She floated a few feet forward, her breasts heaving with nervousness. "This is more embarrassing than I thought it'd be." Reina folded the dress away. "I never imagined I'd hear you say that, considering you fly around without undergarments." "Of course, I get embarrassed, but have you noticed I fly under eye level all the time when we are not alone? Sneak peeks are only for you and life-mate." "And me, I suppose," observed Chitchat, trying not to look too closely. Uncharacteristically for her, Azalea made an attempt to cover herself. "Sorry, Miss Chitchat. I've been a little brazen today. "Now look who's adorable when she's embarrassed!" chuckled Reina, offering her dress back. Azalea waved her hands to decline. "It's alright. I don't personally visit these kinds of places, but a job is a job. I have to wonder, though. Your dress doesn't look especially warm. Aren't you cold?" "A little," Azalea admitted and lowered her arms. "My nipples are most certainly stiff, but if I get too cold, I'll just hug my little Whitehorn for warmth." She winked. "I feel so, exposed. Is this what Jyora felt like?" "You seem to be getting a thrill out of it all the same." Azalea rubbed her thighs together to highlight her dripping. "Maybe it is a little exciting." Azalea, feeling bolder, picked up the pace, peering into different storefronts. She was about to move on from a brick-lined building when the door caught her eye. "Let me guess; you want to go in there?" discerned Chitchat. Azalea nodded. "This is definitely an interesting shop! Just look how amazing this handle is!" "I am looking. Any place with a door handle shaped like a centaur penis, paired with a centaur mare vulva lock; Public nudity aside, I have a hard time imagining it as a place you'd like to investigate," Chitchat stated with slight embarrassment. Azalea floated up to Chitchat and put a hand on her shoulder. "I cannot leave an establishment with such eclectic taste unexplored, can I? Surely, this is the work of a forward thinker! Besides, it's good to have a healthy curiosity." "I think you've gone well beyond sexual curiosity into connoisseur territory." Reina grasped the shaft, surprised at the feel of realism, and pulled. Out billowed the acrid smell of metal and coal. Azalea grabbed the hand of a surprised Chitchat and flew in. "Sorry for the smoke. I'll be done in a second," boomed voice from somewhere in the building. "Look at this place! It's, " "Organized chaos?" Reina suggested. "Amazing! I never dreamed that a big city sold these kinds of things!!!" Floor-to-ceiling shelves, stuffed with sex toys, lined the walls. Some toys were familiar, others incomprehensible. Azalea's eyes sparkled as she darted here and there, taking in all the merchandise. "Reina, there are so many dildos! Even more than at Grandpa Gylan's farm!" Azalea had swiped her dress back and put it back on. She was gleefully looking over the display table. "Centaur, wolfman, I think this is a bunny boy's, and this is a catboy's?" She pulled a screw-shaped dildo from a drawer. "This one reminds me of mom's husband's, very porcine shaped." She pushed it through her circled fingers. "Momma said the thickness is mediocre, but the way the tip pokes at her cervix really turns her on, especially when it pushes it in." "Oh! Look what we have here, Reina! Recognize this?" Azalea picked up a skinny black toy and held it up. "A Whitehorn! " She rubbed it against Reina's cheek. "I bet you'd like to try it." "You're sweet, dear, but I should probably tell you. Male whitehorns don't provide much stimulation. Mating is a very quick affair." "Ah, that's too bad," she said before returning the toy. "It is what it is. That's why herd-mate's fis; ministrations felt so good." Azalea held up some colored glass beads connected by a string, turning them over in her hands. "What are these for?" Chitchat peeked around Reina. "How do you not know what anal beads are?" "So you put them in your ass? I bet that feels interesting. Why are there whips and ropes here?" "Some people like being tied up and given a little pain." "Really? Huh; interesting." From somewhere in the back, beyond the haze of smoke, a sudden clink of metal, followed by a sharp sizzle, interrupted them. They could just make out the store's proprietor against the billowy flames of a forge. A light-green woman, with black hair haphazardly tied out of the way, squinted through a pair of magnifiers. Her strong arms vigorously polished a human shaped dildo. She got up from her work stool, leaving a glistening dildo where she had been sitting. Wearing only a front-facing smith's apron, she turned around, and a garnet-colored, heart-shaped assplug peeked out from between her ass cheeks. She stood on tiptoes and twisted a knob on the chimney, opening a flue to dissipate the smoke. Previously hidden within the haze, a bundle hanging from the ceiling was revealed. The goblin smith stepped over, rotated the bundle, and stuffed the dildo in one end, causing the bundle to moan. "How's that feel? I smoothed out the rough spots next to the vein." "Mphhfmmg!" "So it's good?" "Mhmmp." "Excellent! Another prototype finished. Now, let's see who our guests are." She pushed back an ear that had flopped over her shoulder, pulled the bandana off her head, and wiped her brow. "Looks like we got some rare customers! Welcome to Forging Pleasure. Sorry for da smoke. Sometimes the flue gets clogged. I'm de owner of dis here shop. Eitri Tehdä's ma name, and dis is ma toy tester and cousin, Avu." "Mmmppshh." The bundle called Avu had a gag stuffed into her mouth. She was suspended from the ceiling in a harness that held her torso. Her arms and legs were tied behind her back, cutouts allowed access between her legs, and her ample chest could hang freely. "What can I help you girls with? Let me guess; looking for something to spice up a threesome. I've been working on a three-sided dildo if ya feeling adventurous. No, wait, before you say anything, I forgot ma spiel." She cleared her throat. "Feeling a bit overwhelmed and in need of some de-stressing? Have an emptiness that needs satiating or a deep itch that needs scratching? Filling holes is our goal!" Azalea clapped her hands. "What a wonderful motto! My holes were definitely made to be filled! We are new, just arrived today, and were out shopping. I noticed your door and was intrigued." "Liked that, didja? Copied and replicated from a centaur couple who visited us last year. We pride ourselves on makin' 'em as realistic as possible. Well, as real as we can using metal or wood anyway." "You made a copy of them?" "Aye! Saves a lot of time, instead of craftin' by hand. Supposedly, there is a soft, springy substance hidden away in the southern country, that feels more like the real thing, but so far, we haven't been able to get our mits on any of the stuff." "They definitely felt life-like enough already. I noticed all the bumps and veins," commented Reina. "We always look for new and different for a wide variety of shapes and sizes. We pay 'em. They get one free copy, and the rest go on the shelves. Don't tell anyone, but I think they also secretly get a thrill out of imagining a stranger using 'em for personal time." Azalea pointed to the display table in the middle of the room. "So all these are from someone in town?" "Most of 'em. If you're secretly looking for someone in particular, we have many of the more notable folks." "Do you make girls, too?" "You mean vulvas? They are a lot trickier, so very rarely. Mostly decorative pieces." "I wish I could watch you make one," Azalea expressed. "Well, we should have a customer coming in any minute now. It's not as exciting as you might think. Takes about an hour." A small bell rang above Avu. "Punctual as usual. If you really want to watch, I just need to read you a disclaimer." She placed a parchment on the table, pointing to the first paragraph. "Do you consent to seeing real depictions of sexual imagery for the purpose of education and/or mercantile exchange? If you do, please sign here." "Most definitely!" Azalea signed her name with flare and an unnecessary winky face. "I'll sign, but I'm going to peruse the shelves some more." said Reina. "I guess I will. Just to expand my knowledge about such things, you understand, but; I don't know how to write," Chitchat mumbled. "I can help you! Just give me your hand, and we can do it together. C-h-i-t-c-h-a-t." She handed the scroll back to Eitri. "Everything looks in order. This way, please." Eitri led Chitchat and Azalea behind the front counter to the nook where Avu hung, pulling a curtain closed behind them. Azalea regarded the suspended goblin. "Miss Eitri, I was wondering why Avu is all tied up." "Cause it was her idea, as was toy testin'. Says it gets her creative juices flowin'. "Not just her creativity it looks like." Observed Chitchat, noticing a pile of damp straw beneath her. "Normally, she's tied up with ropes, but today she's demonstrating a new idea: The Shortstuff Carry-all! It's still a working name. We were thinking of manufacturing them for portability purposes." "Why would anyone want to carry a goblin around?" "It's not just for goblins. It can be used for any smaller demi-human race. Like most of her ideas, she gets 'em when she's horny. This time, it stemmed from her imagining being treated like a cock-warmer, ready for use, so she built it for herself, but then we started thinking of more practical consequences. Like, they can't just be used anywhere in the city because of the modesty laws. Though, I suppose it depends on how the user is dressed. Maybe during journeys, short legs can't walk or run as fast or as far as longer-legged people. At least, I can't. Or perhaps at certain festivals or gatherings." "I can somewhat understand that," asserted Azalea. "Fulfilling your partner's random bouts of horniness by being stuffed is the most fulfilling feeling for me! Or it will be when I can stretch wide enough." Eitri rapped on the wall near where four waist-high holes of differing sizes lined the wall. Out of the far-left one popped a penis. "A wolfman!" exclaimed Azalea. "That he is. He's a young man, very polite. Been a regular for a number of years. I asked if he wanted to be one of our models. The first attempt had a few errors, so today is a redo." "Why don't you make it with them in the same room?" "Some customers like to remain anonymous. Others get a bit shy if they see someone watch 'em. A few like the thrill of not knowing who's doing what to them." "I've never seen a canine demi-human up close. He sure is red." "His kind can be both difficult and easier to make a mold for. Their knot keeps them fixed in place nicely, but they usually start pre-cumming right away, which can make the plaster take longer to dry. Fortunately, we have a simple solution." Azalea cocked her head. "A metal tube?" "Aye! First, we put a little linseed oil on it and carefully insert it into the tip, not far, mind you, just long enough so we can get the casing around the glans. "Now we gotta swell 'em up. Normally, Avu does this part; tis why I 'ung her over 'ere, but I don't mind demonstrating today. I like working my way from the head toward the back." With stubby fingers, she encircled his glans. "Then we add a little more oil to get him all slick and start jerkin'." "How cute! He's humping your hand." "He's quite a horny boy. See his knot starting to swell?" "Can I touch it?" "I doubt he'd mind." Azalea wrapped her tiny hands around the small bulge. "Warm and squishy. I thought it'd be bigger and harder." "Oh, it will. Grab his shaft and push back on it. Keep up a constant pressure. Try to make it feel like he's prodding a tight cunt. Yes, like that. Do it a few times and then squish it through." Azalea squeezed and pushed back hard, popping it through her encircled hands. "Oh wow, he's swelling so fast! Here's the size I was expecting. It's as big as an apple!" "You can let go now. It'll be about thirty minutes before he deflates enough to pull out." A spurt of liquid splashed her hand. "Oh, is he coming already? Can I drink it?" Before Eitri could answer, Azalea's lips were already around the metal tube. Eitri raised an eyebrow. "Uh, well, ok, go ahead, I guess, and no, the first watery bit will be pre-cum. When you notice a thicker, coppery taste, then you'll know when he's cummin' proper. You also might get a bit more clear, watery fluid at the end." Eitri grabbed a flat metal tray. "While you handle that, I'll show you how we make the mold. We slide it into these grooves on the wall, so his penis is resting on it. Then we slide in the sides, creating a little box, and pour in some warm plaster roughly halfway up. Lastly, we lay this square wax paper frame around the edge, so we can easily split the two halves, fill in the rest to the top, and let it sit till it hardens." Chitchat sat down on a stool next to Avu, not finding the molding process as interesting as she had expected. Her libido was normally very low. The rare times she masturbated were usually to distract herself from being hungry or to help her fall asleep. Putting her chin in her hand, she disinterestedly watched Azalea sip her unexpected treat, wondering how she could do something so lewd so naturally. She peeked out the curtain at Reina."What do you think she's thinking about?" she said out loud to Avu, not expecting a response. "Think she's imagining how many dildos she could stuff into that huge body of hers?" "Mgpmh" Avu shrugged. She let the curtain fall back. "So uh; do you hang around here often?" Avu rolled her eyes. "That was pretty bad, wasn't it? I went for the; lowest hanging fruit," Chitchat giggled. Avu gave a low groan. "Alright, I'll stop." Typically, Chitchat was adept at small talk, hence her nickname. For some reason, though, she was really off her game today. It all started with meeting that merchant. "So, I'm guessing by the red ochre pattern painted on your body; you are from one of the marsh tribes?" Avu nodded. "And the whole tied-up thing; you're a masochist?" Avu nodded enthusiastically, her eyes lighting up. "I'm not really interested in this sorta stuff." Avu looked sad. "What? Oh, come on, don't look pleadingly at me. I already have been escorting someone who begs the same way. Ok, fine, but just a warning; I've never done anything you're probably hoping for." Avu smiled around the gag and tried to swing her body closer. "You're definitely a little horny, well-endowed goblin, aren't ya? Your belly and thighs were certainly blessed with ample pudginess." She cupped one of Avu's hanging breasts. "You have some curiously white nipple piercings." Avu let out a long moan as Chitchat rolled the tender flesh between her fingers. "I'm sorry! Did that hurt? Wait, maybe you'd actually like that?" Chitchat spun Avu around, stopping with her between Avu's legs. "Clean-shaven, I see. Makes sense if you are testing a lot of toys." She parted the fleshy lips. "Such a girthy dildo planted in ya! Sure does push your clit out." Chitchat flicked the fat little nub, instantly getting a whimper. "Interesting! You also have those little crystal bead piercings surrounding your clit and in a line down your cunt lips. Well, guess I'll just experiment and see whatcha like." Chitchat's actions got the attention of Eitri, who was leaning against the wall waiting for the plaster to harden. "If you're going to do that, could you aim her toward the straw, please?" Chitchat spun her again, aiming her ass toward the pile of previously damp straw. She experimented with rubbing the squirming goblin girl, trying to mimic the things she liked. With needy huffs and sharp cries, Avu's body jerked as a pearly stream of girl cum splashed over Chitchat's hand. "You came fast. Does that mean I did a good job?" "Mmmmpssh." Avu breathed heavily through the impediment in her mouth. "You're, uh, welcome, I guess. Hmm, I'm reminded of a little rumor I suddenly got curious to try." Avu tipped her head questioningly. Chitchat scooted very close and pulled her close till they were nose-to-nose. Smiling mischievously, she took hold of both of Avu's ears. Avu's eyes widened as Chitchat started to caress, massage, and stroke the floppy appendages. "Careful, you gonna make her get all melty-brained," laughed Eitri. Avu's eyelids sagged, and she started drooling profusely, making little gurgling sounds. "She's really getting spoiled today." "Is she?" Chitchat asked thoughtfully. "A goblin's ears are highly sensitive, sometimes even more than our sexy bits. It's like a direct connection straight to our brain. We become super relaxed and floaty-headed. Also, and I probably shouldn't say this, she becomes very impressionable. You could tell her to do just about anything, and she'd do it." "Is that so?" Reina pulled the curtain aside and poked her head in. "Sorry to interrupt your fun, but I was perusing your wares and was wondering what this curious device was." She held up a wooden object curled in the shape of a giant comma, carved from cedar and polished to a lovely sheen. Several taut strings stretched across it, anchored in place by brass knobs embedded into the surface. "Oh, I wondered where that went! Stroke your nail along the strings, and you'll see." Reina did as she was told. Raking her middle finger across the strings emitted a pleasant sound. Almost immediately, a throaty cry erupted from Avu. Surprised, Reina hesitantly stroked the strings again, leading to Avu straining and fighting against her restraints. Her cunt spraying cum again. "Am I doing that?" Reina buzzed in awe. "Indeed, you are! I named it the Sonorous Pleasure Acoustic Sex Machine, or S.P.A.S.M for short. Those studs in her nipples and cunt lips ya's was lookin' at, Miss Chitchat; each stud resonates to a particular cord. Depending on the tone and pitch, they vibrate softly or strongly. So, if you're musically inclined, you can literally make her feel the music." "Can I try?" begged Chitchat.Chitchat Reina handed her the device. Chitchat placed it on her lap and played a simple song she remembered growing up. Avu mewed and whined, jerking and twisting to the pleasure dancing through her nerves as the notes soared and dipped with the melody. Her body was the orchestra, and Chitchatt was the conductor. The song Chitchat chose was something you might hear at a tavern -- something with a quick tempo that caused Avu several body-clenching orgasms back to back. The song was only a minute long. With a flourish of her hands over the cords, she caused Avu to give one more short, erratic squirt before her body went limp, exhausted, and soaked with sweat. "Sorry, I kinda got carried away. Was that too much?" the ratgirl worriedly inquired. "Nah, she'll be fine. Though, maybe should have eased her into it first," snickered her cousin. "I should probably put a warning on it, for first-timers, about the intensity." "Dinner AND entertainment!" Azalea expressed, swallowing the last remnants. "He tasted pretty good." "Careful! Herd-mate might make you run laps around the back of the wagon if you get too heavy." Azalea stuck out her tongue playfully. "I think it should be hardened enough," Eitri pronounced while tapping the plaster lightly. She carefully lifted the top half. "Perfect separating! Look, you can see all his unique details." The girls looked at the impeccable inverted recreation. Its knot, shaft, and head all exhibited the minute veins accurately. Waving her hands around the mold, Eitri stated, "That pretty much sums up the process. I will make a clay copy later and recreate the mold out of brass, so it can be reused." "Thank you for showing us. That was fascinating!" Azalea cheered. "My pleasure." "And I know you can't hear me, Mr. Wolfman, but thank you for the snack," she praised, kissing the tip. "And thank you, Miss Chitchat, for playing with Avu. She gets bored when I'm working sometimes." "Mmmmpphfffmmph." "What's that? You want to give one to each girl? She wants to give each of you a present. Friendship assplugs." "Eh?" Reina and Chitchat replied in unison. "We'd be glad to accept them," beamed Azalea. "I don't know about this." fretted Reina. "Please, Rei-Rei. It's free and a present!" "Do we really need that level of friendship, though?" "Yes! It's a physical manifestation of our friendship!" Reina sighed. "Fine, " "Yay! Chitchat can go first." "Oh, no; you need not concern yourself with me. I doubt I'll even see you after tod, !" Azalea was already dragging her by the arm to a table where Eitri stood waiting with a multi-pronged measuring instrument. "We are totally gonna be friends from today onwards!" "I can't believe I'm doing this," Chitchat muttered. 'Calm down Chitchat. Just think of the money and all the food you can buy after you bleed these fools dry.' She separated the two belts that covered her intimates and lifted her cloak. Leaning low against the wall, she stuck her ass out. Azalea floated lower for a better view. "Look how cute and pink your anus is, Chitchat!" "That's not something I want to hear," she retorted with a red face. Eitri coated the pronged device with oil and carefully inserted it, making Chitchat clench her teeth, feeling herself opening before everyone's eyes. Eitri jotted down the measurement. "About average," she noted. "Next." Chitchat hurriedly covered herself as Azalea took her place. "Me!" Azalea sang, landing on the table and waving her rear at the bemused goblin. "Hmm, gonna need a super tiny one for you." Upon getting Azalea's measurements, she pointed out, "Color me surprised! You sure can stretch for someone so small." "Thank you! Training myself to be the best cock-sleeve I can!" Reina stepped forward. "I guess I'm last." "I'm dying to know how wide Reina is gonna be!" Azalea wondered. "Don't make me rethink this, Azalea." Eitri brought out a giant version of the probe. "Rarely get girls as big as you, so I don't use this one often. ready? I'm putting it in." Reina felt the three prongs enter her and start to expand. Eitra wrote down the numbers. "Despite being scaled up, yours is actually fairly average as well. Should take me about an hour for Reina's and Azalea's. Fortunately, I think I have one for Miss Chitchat's size already made up." Upon completion, she presented all three assplugs on a tray. Reina's dwarfed the other two. "Here you go. Three assplugs with a layer of silver over a brass core, and I embedded yellow citrine on the end to denote friendship between you all. Ready to try'em?" "Me first! Me first!" Azalea yelled with her usual excitement. She landed on her hands and knees on the work table. Spreading her cheeks, she stated, "Just stuff it in." Eitri applied some oil and pushed. Azalea hugged herself. "That's nice. Love that full feeling!" Chitchat had hers inserted next. "This feels; weird, " "Good weird or bad weird?" asked Azalea. "It doesn't hurt, but it definitely doesn't feel as good as you made it look." "You'll get used to it!'' The fae consoled as she rubbed the ratgirl's ass cheeks. "Reina's next. Can I put it in? Can I, Reina!?" "You're way too excited about all this." "Of course I am. My first time shopping for things with friends!" "Well, as long as your happy. Go ahead." Reina swung her tail aside and presented her ass. "Careful, it's heavy." Eitri handed it over, making sure Azalea had a good grip on it. "Let's put a generous amount of oil on." Azalea placed the tip against the Whitehorn's anus. "Ready? I'm pushing it in now." Bracing her shoulder against the base, she shoved, fluttering her wings vigorously. With some grunting and straining, she managed to push the widest part past Reina's tight muscle. Soon after, they both felt it slide in, firmly lodging in place. Azalea floated back to admire the accessory. "I can only imagine what that size must feel like." "Let's keep it that way. I don't care how much stretching you do. You're not fitting this in you." "I know, I know. How's it feel?" "I think I could grow to like it," Reina commented with closed eyes. "Glad you girls like 'em. Azalea, could you come over here for a second? I want to tell you something." Eitri whispered something into her ear, bringing a worrying smile to her lips. "We should be heading to the seamstress now, Azalea," reminded Reina. "Yes, off we go! Thank you, Eitri, Avu! I had so much fun!" Azalea raved. "Hope you see you girls back again sometime." Eitri walked the friends to the front door. To be continued in part 9, by Scholarly Mori for Literotica.

The Peddler & the Fairy: Part 7 Devin introduces the girls to the big city. In 10 parts, by Scholarly Mori. Listen to the Podcast at Explicit Novels. More mountainous and nearly impassable compared to the eastern half of the kingdom, the western region of Lindone was a natural fortress fortified by the jagged peaks of the Snowsquall mountains to the south. This natural border, running the entire length of the country, was intersected only by the Frigid Fingers Peaks that curved northwest. [[MORE]] Along with three valleys that were the only feasible means of travel in the region, the peaks formed a T-shape. Nestled in one of these valleys was Iceford, the second largest city in terms of area but first in population. It was too hilly for farmland and lacked any valuable resources aside from stone, so all other raw materials had to be imported. Its value lay in it's strategic location, being the only practical access point connecting the two halves of the north, allowing them to share their industrial endowments. —---- "So you're telling me your eyes change color in winter, giving you scotopic vision?!?" wondered Devin as Reina led their wagon through the valley leading to Iceford. Reina nodded. Her previously-amber eyes were now sapphire. "It's an adaptation that helps us Whitehorns see better in dim light." Even though it was late morning, the light waned this far north, becoming darker as the sun's warming fingers loosened its seasonal grip. "Whichever color they are, they are lovely." "Thank you, herd-mate." "If I ever add color to my sketches, I'll have to remember that," commented Azalea, sitting next to Devin and working on drawings of everyone they met during their recent escapades on the farm. Devin stretched, glancing at Azalea's progress. "Was Ryna's chest really that big?" She cocked her head to the side. "They were big enough that I couldn't wrap my arms around them, so considering the scale of the drawing, yes. Speaking of which," she grabbed one of the gifted milk bottles. While offering Devin one, she heartily downed the other. "So thick and creamy. Do you want to stop and have some, Reina?" "I appreciate the offer. I will later. I have a good pace going." Reina seemed to have become accustomed to being the sole puller of the wagon. She glowed with healthful vigor as she thoroughly enjoyed the exertion. Azalea returned the bottle to the basket and resumed her work. "I had so much fun at grandpa Gylan's, life-mate!" "Grandpa, huh?" "Yes, grandpa. I've never had one, and he acts like it, or so I imagine what one acts like, and Ellyn was so kind to let me help with the farmwork. I learned a lot about how to milk the satyrs. Which reminds me -- life-mate, we need to have an important talk. "Reina and I were discussing a few things last night, and we decided we want to do more to help, especially me, since Reina is already assisting with the wagon." "What do you mean?" Devin asked. "Food and things." "What did you have in mind?" "Well, we wondered if you could sell our milk," she replied, lightly cupping her breasts. Devin took a swallow of Cyna's milk, considering Azalea's idea. "We could. I don't know what your milk would sell for. I don't think anyone has even considered fairy milk as a possibility, let alone sell it at a market before. We can check the records for any past transactions.'' "I can't speak for the taste as I've never tried it. Also, I'm worried I won't produce very much -- by big people's standards, anyway." "It's not always about quantity. Quality plays an important factor. Connoisseurs will pay a lot for rarity or novelty. We could take a sample and get it appraised. Who knows! We might have discovered and cornered a new niche market, but the first major hurdle is that you're not currently making any." Azalea jumped up. "Not to worry! Two lactation crests coming right up, but we'll have to adjust our affinity-sharing with Reina. I don't have enough for both of you, which means you're going to have to learn how to use the glyph I'm going to re-paint on you." Devin dug around in his pocket. "I asked Jyora to jot down some pointers before we left. Let's see what she wrote." Perusing the neat and stylish penmanship, "Huh. It's not very detailed." 1. Focus (helps to relax) & Visualize 2. Sense & Feel 3. Manipulate & Adjust *Ask Azalea for Assistance "Different people have different approaches, life-mate, so you'll have to find a way that works for you." Azalea got on all fours, her ass swaying happily as she rummaged in her pack for more of her painting tools. Finding what she needed, she sat cross-legged and laid out various accoutrements between them: a small bag of charcoal, a vial of some clear liquid, several darker liquids, and a pestle and mortar set. She poured some charcoal into the mortar, grinding it into a powder with the pestle. "Maybe think of it as something you can touch and move. You kinda have to visualize a stirring motion to both see and use it." In demonstration, she measured some of the charcoal powder into her inkhorn followed by several drops from the clear vial and what might have been a cruse of oil. Then she stirred it with quick motions. "It also helps to be a little horny," Azalia added. Her breasts spilled forward as she bent over to reach for more charcoal. As she sat back, the leaves of her dress parted slightly, giving Devin a peek of her puffy vulva squished against the wagon seat. Unless she was blatant about it, Devin was never sure if her seductiveness was intentional or coincidental. "What do you visualize, Azalea?" She smiled sweetly. "It's changed since I met you." She pumped the handle of her brush suggestively. "I find it easier to imagine a liquid, so naturally, I picture lots of delicious cum, specifically yours, and stirring my fingers through it so it coats them thoroughly, so I can slowly savor every slimy drop." After wiping the drool from her mouth, she checked the consistency of her ink. "I had to make a double batch since Reina might take a larger crest. Are you ready, life-mate?" "I guess," he responded reservedly. "Could you remove your shirt for me, please? You're giving me the 'why' look. Well, aside from enjoying looking at your topless body, I'm going to remove the supplementary crest." She reached into a pouch and rubbed iridescent, flecked powder onto his arm and chest. To Devin's surprise, the markings of the supplementary crest flaked off. "I've been wondering for a while -- won't this come off in water or fade over time?" "If it was left without activating, yes. When you pass affinity through it, it inscribes itself in and on you." Azalea brushed away the last remnants. "Now that I've seen a real glyph in action, I can paint the proper one on you." She straddled his leg, loosened the string on his pants, and pulled them as low as she dared lest she become too distracted. Devin lazily watched her work as she dipped a brush in the ink, and then stiff bristles tickled his skin. He enjoyed her closeness, the weight on his leg, and her body's warmth. "Azalea, you're going to get my lap wet," he teased. "Huh? Oh, sorry, I was so absorbed I didn't notice I was humping you." Devin cocked an eyebrow. "It's true! I kinda just do it when something is between my legs." "I didn't say I didn't like it." He grinned. Azalea playfully ground her hips with a bit more exaggeration. Their playful banter helped to pass the time. Before long, Azalea brushed some hair behind her ear, smudging her cheek with ink. "There we go! All finished," she declared. Devin looked down. Under his navel, a decorative glyph, slightly taller than it was wide, was meticulously painted in the shape of his internal reproductive organs. "Now you just need to learn how to use it. I'll leave you to it. I'm going to start on Reina now." Reina's ears swiveled upon hearing her name. "Do you need me to stop?" "I should be able to manage." Flitting her way under Reina's belly, she ran her hands through the cold, resistant fur. She ascertained a rough idea of the dimensions, but there was another issue -- painting while flying was a hassle. "Life-mate, do you have some rope?" Feeling around the bed of the wagon, he pulled out a frayed coil of rope and held it up. "Will this work?" "I think so." After retrieving the rope, Azalea returned to Reina and wrapped several loops around the Whitehorn's midsection. She left them loose to form a makeshift hammock to support herself. Then she gathered up her tools and carefully laid on her back across the loops. Reina adjusted her gait, attempting to minimize Azalea's swaying. "I've never done this before, and as far as I can remember, no one in my herd possessed any affinity. What's it going to feel like?" "What? The crest or lactating?" "The crest." "It won't feel like anything when it's not active. When it actually starts working, if the girls on the farm are any indication, it will probably feel quite nice." She placed the ink bottle on her tummy, patted down some unruly tufts, and proceeded to paint. Meanwhile, Devin was puzzling things out. Taking a deep breath, he closed his eyes and relaxed his body.'Ok, now what?' He flexed and tensed various parts of his body, trying to detect anything remotely magical. Nothing. "I'm going to need more to go on, Azalea." "Try to paint a picture in your head, something significant or important to you." A hand extended out from under Reina, making broad strokes in the air. 'A picture, huh?' Closing his eyes again, he retreated into his mind:'Let's try envisioning a lake; a tranquil lake, still as a mirror, reflecting the starry sky.' Still nothing. 'What if I add Azalea into the scene, flying just above the water, skimming and frolicking over the surface in an elegant dance, arms swaying gracefully while performing pirouettes?' From there, his imagination took liberties: with crest aglow, she danced amongst the shadows of a cloud-obscured moon. The more she danced, the darker the color of the moon became until it blazed a fiery crimson. Skipping and flitting closer to him, she stopped at eye level with her freckled face flushed, her breath heaving white in the moonlight. A few droplets fell from between her legs, causing ripples as they broke the lake's surface. 'There; what's this feeling? It's warm but very faint. It's barely enough to be called an impression, but now that I'm aware of it, I think I just need to bring it to the surface.' Focusing on the lake, he dipped his mental hands in the warm ripples. The lower he submerged them, the hotter and more viscous they became until he hit something and couldn't reach any deeper. Everything but the water faded into the background. If only he could go just a bit further. He tried digging through the barrier, scooping out the imaginary liquid, but it all just trickled through his fingers. "Basic outline is done," announced Azalea, disrupting his concentration. "Also, you really create a lot of heat, Reina. Some cold night, we should snuggle!" She buried her face into Reina's belly and hummed. Reina had grown increasingly antsy within the last hour. "I; I wouldn't mind doing that. My kind's body temperature increases the colder it gets, s, so our faces get flushed," she purred as she bit her lip, trying to stifle a gasp. "It has led to some rumors t, that we are always a, aroused." "Oh? You mean kind of like now?" "Y, yes, but not from the cold. Azalea, Yo, your feet, " "What about my feet?" she feigned innocence. "They are; are rubbing me down there." "Rubbing your what?" Azalea giggled. "My; my udder." Azalea pressed her small feet into Reina's udder. Her tiny toes kneaded and massaged. "I remember you being sensitive down here and how much I enjoyed playing with this squishy plumpness. Does it feel nice?" "Y, yes, but shouldn't you focus on painting?" "I can do both," she reassured her. "Remember when we first met, how I flicked your cute little teats like this? I'll take those shivers as a yes. I can't wait till they are full and heavy with milk," she cooed. ------------------ As they neared the mountains, their steady progress west saw the terrain transform from milder green valleys to rocky foothills. A narrow mountain ravine stretched out before them. Stocky trees and stubby bushes climbed the edges, giving way to jutting peaks freshly powdered with snow. Reina continued to experience Azalea's full attention as the hours whittled away with each brush stroke during travel. Azalea added the finishing touches and smiled satisfactorily. Wriggling out from under Reina, she flew onto her shoulder and shared, "Definitely the largest crest I've ever drawn, but it looks great. Maybe, if we can find a mirror in the city, I can show you. Now, we just need life-mate to figure his glyph out so we can activate it." Reina leaned her head onto Azalea's and accused, "you love teasing me, don't you?" Tensing, Azalea hesitantly asked, "Did I go too far?" "No; I'm getting used to it, and; I'm kinda liking it," she encouraged her. Azalea, feeling relieved, nuzzled into her. "Only because I love you, you tell me if it's ever too much, ok?" "I will. After it's active, how long before I start producing?" "Depends. For smaller races, a few days. I'd guess maybe a week for you." Azalea nibbled Reina's ear and whispered, "I love warm milk before bed. These tiny fingers are going to have lots of fun extracting it." Reina's heart fluttered at the mental image, but before she could comment, Azalea gave her a swift but passionate kiss on the lips. "I'm going to go check on life-mate. Looks like he's been trying really hard." With that, she flew off, landing on Devin's head. "Making any progress, life-mate?" Devin opened his eyes and looked up at the cheery face looking down. "Sort of. I think I felt something but can't quite grasp it." "Keep trying. I'm sure you'll figure it out. That's more progress than I made during my first time." "What was your first time like?" "Such boldness, life-mate, asking about a girl's first time!" She put her hands to her cheeks, acting embarrassed. She dropped to his thigh and flipped onto her back, her head toward him. The flaps covering her breasts fell to the sides. Walking her fingers up his chest, she hummed, "Maybe I'll tell you about it sometime. I'll just say it was with a girl who needed some; inspiration and first-hand experience." She made a V with her fingers and licked between them. "But for now, life-mate, just keep practicing. The sooner you figure it out, the sooner you get to see these lovely beauties bigger and fuller." She puffed out her chest, squeezing her breasts in her hands. "I wonder how big they'll get? More interestingly, I wonder how much Reina will produce since she has two pairs?!" Reina looked back. "Whitehorn young are considerable eaters. Sometimes we need wet nurses. Some herds make the excess into a drink." "Have you tried any?" "I have not, but I think I remember the recipe." "Maybe we could sell that, too, life-mate!" "Possibly. Some of the local pubs or brewers might be interested." —-------------- The late morning sun was nearing its zenith. It smiled coldly down upon Snowhush Vale. Cut from what the locals called Mammoth Trees, the lofty, double-palisade wall girded the great metropolis that sprawled before the travelers. Lashed together with great bands of iron, the walls slanted sharply inward. It was hewed with a thicker base than the top. Its purpose was the same as most walls -- to keep unwanted things out. Instead of invasion or attack, however, it was a defensive measure against avalanches. Devin shielded his eyes from the sun's reflection off the snow. A line of people serpentined outward from the gate, waiting their turn to enter the city. "What's with the line, life-mate?" Azalea asked. "Just a routine checkpoint for non-citizens. It shouldn't take long." The trio took their place at the back of the line with the wagon, behind a pair of gossipy-sounding ant girls. "Oh, life-mate, don't they look cute with their pickaxe and miner hats?" whispered Azalea. She flew over to land on Reina's antlers to get a better look. Partially armored in a glossy black carapace that matched their pupil-less eyes, they were harnessed to massive wagons laden high with ore. Strapped to their backs were shovels. Each of them had one of their four limbs holding a mattock against their shoulders while two limbs rested on the runners of their wagon. Their antennae animatedly pointed at different people in the line as they held each other's free hand, giggling between themselves. "Antabelle, see that gorgeous unicorn with the silky white fur and jeweled coronet over there? The one next to the handsome Griffin women bodyguard; do you think she's a princess from the royal family?" "Maybe? What could they be doing so far from the capital?" her friend replied. "I don't know. Maybe they secretly eloped and are fleeing the country to escape an overprotective family member." "Such a romantic adventure would make a great bard tale, wouldn't it? Can you imagine if our princess did that, or worse yet, the queen? There'd be chaos! I'd have to find a new colony. Smearing your scent to all your new co-workers can be such a chore too." "I can sorta understand from the queen's perspective, though. Her highness has so many attendants it looks a bit smothering. Sometimes you just want to get out of the nest for a while and stretch your legs." "Don't you mean spread your legs?" her friend tittered. "Well, that too, but sometimes don't you crave the excitement when digging a new tunnel, hoping to find something amazing? And suddenly discovering it?" "Not me. I'd love to be a queen, just lazing around all day, pumping out eggs while all the girls fawn over my body." "You always did like a good fingering after work." "I won't deny that, but also smearing my scent all over you, so everyone in the colony knows what we did, just feels so naughty." "You have plenty to spare, even after dripping your scent trail all the way from home." Devin looked below the wagon. An evenly-spaced trail of droplets stained the ground. "I know a store in town that sells toys to stuff that slutty hole. Should we go check it out?" Azalea couldn't hear what the one named Antabelle whispered to her friend, but it was enough to make her friend blush and lick her lips. Losing interest in the two, Azalea smoothed Reina's hair. "Reina would make a lovely queen with a crown and flowing dress." "She doesn't need a crown. She's already our queen," complimented Devin "That she is, life-mate, and I love pampering her." "I think your idea of pampering is different from most," Devin taunted. "Nu-uh. Pamper is gratifying tastes, appetites, or desires. We both know Reina can't reach back there and is usually too shy to ask, so when we are on the road, it falls to me to take care of her sexy-time needs." "But you just end up teasing her without the gratifying part." "I'm building up her tolerance for edging, so when she does cum it'll be all the more satisfying," she said smugly. "You know I'd rather be the one pampering you two," interjected Reina meekly. Azalea stroked Reina's hair. "When the opportunity presents itself, I'll let you to your heart's content." Returning to people-watching, Azalea enjoyed her front row seat to everything she'd only ever read in books. "I've never seen so many humans in one place!" "Nor so many different demi-humans. How many people live here, herd-mate?" "Hmm. The last census put the population at around a hundred thousand with a split of three-to-one, with demi-humans outnumbering humans." "How do so many people manage to live together in one place?" Reina asked. "Sometimes not easily. Iceford's early history was tumultuous. Its rapid growth was very chaotic and disorganized, almost to the point of anarchy. Some semblance of civic management was needed, but how do you go about finding a form of hierarchy everyone is ok with?" "You'd need to find a common basis point," suggested Reina. "Correct. They formed a council with select representatives from each species. Initially, there was concern this wouldn't be welcomed by those who lived in swarms, herds, colonies, and other large-group-oriented races since they have a more monarchy or top-down hierarchy, but this turned out to be a moot point since those demi-humans felt Iceford was too confining and opted to live elsewhere. They do retain relationships through trade and consultation, though." Devin reached into his vest and pulled out a small, flat metal plate attached to a chain around his neck. "What's that, life-mate?" "It's my citizen and guild membership identification." "Can I see?" Azalea flew over, and she held it up to the light after he handed it to her. She marveled at the craftsmanship. It was double-sided and gold plated with embossed silver filigree twisted in interweaving vines along the edges. Written in liquefied obsidian was his citizen information: Devon Ebonplume, Human, Male Weight: 158 Ibs | Height 5' 8" Birth Date: Spring 24, 3610 Year of the Dryad Citizen of Iceford On the opposite side was the same decorated border. Etched on the right half was a cart loaded with cargo. Amidst the cargo, standing tall, was a pair of scales chiseled from an amethyst. Resting on one plate was a stack of coins, and on the other, a milk jug. In glossy text, on the left half, was written: Merchant Guild Member Amethyst Rank Subsidy Commodities & Milk Distributor Azalea's eyes sparkled as she commented, "It's beautiful!" "I'm glad you think so because you and Reina will be getting one." "We will?! Why?" "It'll be useful for skipping the obligatory guard checkpoints, and they imply a degree of trust that you are a person who'll maintain the laws within the city, so certain government employees might be more generous with their time." "Also, it'll denote we are a family, though maybe we should wait. If we really can sell your milk, we might register you with the merchant guild at the same time. It'll give you discounts at certain businesses." Azalea held it up to her body. "I won't be able to carry it if it's this big." "I'm sure they'll make one for your size. There is no small number of craftsmen available." Finally next in line, Devin flashed his ID to the guardsman. His hauberk was emblazoned with a sundial. In each quarter of the sundial were the emblems of the city's prosperity: an anvil & hammer, needle & thread, saw & plane, bread & milk. Recognizing the well-traveled merchant, the guardsman waved him on, giving the two girls inquisitive looks. They passed under the massive, arched gateway and ventured past several chiseled statues, each engaged in a specific craft. Reina leaned over and scanned a placard: Bruni Leadfoot, Guild master "Who are all these statues of herd-mate?" "Guild masters, crafters of renown, experts in their field who contributed greatly to the city who helped found the different guilds. Since the cities founding, there are statues and monuments all over the places." The entryway of statues widened into an expansive plaza with people milling about, chatting, relaxing, and some enjoying an early lunch. "Everything is so huge!" exclaimed Azalea. She darted every which way, attempting and failing to take in everything at once. "I want to know about everything, life-mate!" "Everything is a bit much," laughed Devin. "Well, there are four main districts: the Entertainment District in the northwest, the Manufacturing District in the southwest, old town in the southeast, and right now, we are entering the northeastern gate of the Commons District." Great lodges with steep A-frame roofs lined the road. Azalea noted many of the two- and three-story buildings' top floor possessed a door stepping out onto a very unsafe-looking porch. "Why do most of these buildings have a door up there, life-mate? They seem very inaccessible to anyone who can't fly." "That's precisely who they are for. There is a large population of winged demi-humans in the city who make homes up there." "They look cozy. Does Mavis live in one?" "No, she still lives at home with her parents; says it's more cost-effective." "Are we going to see her today?" "Yep, her office is in the entertainment district on the other side of the city." The trio ambled along the well-tended cobbled street. It gently sloped upward until they were above even the tallest building behind them. A trestled stone bridge came into view that was wide enough for three of Devon's wagons to cross side-by-side. "Reina, when you get to the bridge, try to stay on the left side. This is one of the best views in the city." In silent response, Reina angled the wagon, pulling up alongside the parapet near the center, and halted. The grand manufacturing capital of the north stretched out below. Wisps of smoke gently rose into the sky from the many cottages lining the busy streets. Comparable to the rings of a great tree, avenues and alleyways separated by homes and businesses encircled the city. Three of the largest thoroughfares, running parallel to each other, were paved darker and appeared better-maintained than the innumerable other connecting roads. The two outer roads were wider and sandwiched the narrower middle one. "Breathtaking," voiced Reina with awe. Azalea eye's sparkled. "I can't believe people could build all this!" "Then, would it surprise you to learn that the lake in the center was dug manually?" Azalea's jaw dropped. "It's called Chill Mirror Lake. The original river was fed by runoff from the mountains. Over time, the river was widened and deepened as a way to tame the waters during the spring melt until it became that lake. Now, the river and its tributaries double as a way to ferry goods between the various craftsmen within the city. "Centuries ago, there used to only be a small village here, surviving mostly through tolls ferrying people across during late and early winter when the waters were high." "And what's that above it?" asked Reina, pointing to an opulent complex of buildings. "That's where the city council and administration reside. I guess you could say that is where the city leaders physically and metaphorically keep an eye over the city." In the center of the lake, sitting atop mighty granite pillars sunk deep into the lakebed, were a cluster of ice-covered edifices surrounding a monumental tower. Clock faces pointed in each cardinal direction at its peak. Four arched bridges extended in the intercardinal directions, connecting to each district. Another set of bridges, running north and south, connected to H-shaped warehouses on the shores. Azalea tore her eyes away from the vista and fluttered to the edge. Far below was an unnaturally smooth ravine with a strong, flowing river. "Are those mermaids, life-mate?" she queried excitedly. "Describe them for me." Azalea set her hands on the stone guardrail and squinted, "Gills on their neck, some near their ribs. Scales on parts of their shoulders and partially around their stomach. Some look to have a big fish tail, others look like they have two." "The ones with a single tail are merfolk. The others are sahagins. They have a pair of legs with fins and can walk short distances on land. Under this bridge is the lake's exit point. Loaded barges are sent north downriver, where they'll merge into one of the fjords before finally meandering to the ocean. Once unloaded, the aquatic demi-humans bring it back." Azalea jumped back aboard the wagon, unnecessarily scrambling up onto Devin's head to make as much physical contact as possible. There, she laid flat on her belly and stroked his cheek. "Hi, life-mate," she sang. "Hi, Azalea. Having fun?" "More than I can say, but it's only extra fun because I get to experience it with you two!" Reina stretched her arms. "I feel the same way, Azalea. Even though our meeting was unorthodox, I wouldn't be here if not for you two. I'd probably still be with my herd, wondering if I'd become an old spinster mare. What are we going to do first, herd-mate?" "Let's see; we should stop by the guild since it's closest. Then we can drop the special order off with the alchemist and collect the money to give Mavis to deliver to Gylan. Depending on the request that Mavis received, we might have time for some shopping." Reina set off again, descending the arched bridge. With Devin's guidance, she turned onto a connecting road, carefully threading her way downhill. Less distracted by the sights and more self-conscious, she noticed many curious glances from passersby. Before they even exited the side road they were on, the murmur of countless voices met their ears. Reina came to an abrupt stop, almost colliding with a river of people flowing to and fro among the various stalls, storefronts, and each other in an organized cacophony of bodies. Sharp barks from vendors, shouts from customers haggling over goods, and the hollering of advertisers formed the general din of the middle ring of the city. Reina motioned, 'this way?' to avoid yelling over the noise. Devin responded with a nod. Soon after crossing the deafening street, the noise faded into the background. They continued even further down the slope they were descending, arriving at the inner ring. Two burly dockworkers carrying lumber hustled past them. They were followed by a small, brown-hooded figure with a long, hairless tail. "This is arguably the busiest ring of the city. Here, all the freight and shipments are ferried around to their respective clientele," Devin related. A moment later, a large bell tolled, causing ripples over the water as it echoed throughout the city to alert residents it was noon. Presiding near the clock faces above the bell were six stone gargoyles. They were female in design, and their large, stone, bat-like wings acted as cloaks around their muscular bodies. Four sets of horns, one pair smaller than the other, adorned their heads. They perched on fearsome-looking claws gripping the tower's ledge. Most noticeable were creepy calligrapher's brush-stroked marks, unseen during the day, glowing orange along portions of their bodies. Rumors and mysteries abound about whether the gargoyles were alive or not. On more than one occasion, Devin had felt eyes on him when he visited the council building. Once, he swore that one had changed position. Due to the height of the tower, though, he couldn't be sure. "Is that where we'll receive our ID?" "Yes, Reina, for citizenship. The other side of the ID is done at one of the two guilds -- those two buildings there." To their right was one of the H-shaped buildings they had seen from the hill. A weathered sign hung above a smudged glass window: Merchant Guild Headquarters. Approaching it, she realized it was more storage than an office building. Surrounding the many multi-story warehouses were colossal wind and watermills powering equally immense cranes. "It's a very impressive building," Reina observed. "It is. The merchant guild handles distribution orders of raw materials to the various artisans and tradesmen around the districts. The craftsman guild is on the south end. They manage the exports of finished goods to places outside the city. "Reina, pull the wagon around to the side unloading dock. I'm just going to step inside and let them know we have cargo to unload." "Ok, herd-made." Azalea sprawled on Reina's back. "This place is amazing, isn't it? I haven't even seen a fraction of it, and I feel exhausted." "It certainly does feel a bit overwhelming," Reina remarked. Amidst the flurry of activity, Azalea noticed two beady red eyes peeking at them from between two crates. She sat up to get a better look, but several people passed by blocking her gaze, and by the time they crossed, the mysterious eyes were gone. "Reina, what would you say if I said someone was watching us?" "I'd say there have been many people staring at us since we arrived. You know we are a rarity in these parts. Was this particular person different in some way?" "I guess not, though I couldn't really see anything but their eyes." "Probably just a curious townsperson wanting a look." Devin returned a few minutes later. "We can leave the wagon. They'll send someone to unload it later. Shall we walk?" Azalea jumped to the ground, strutting a few steps before exaggeratedly heaving for air." I disapprove of this suggestion," she joked, acting silly. Devin scooped her up, cuddling her. "The view under your dress is much better when you're flying, anyway." Azalea did a little twirl in the air. "And when you're tired, then you are always welcome to ride on me." "I can? I know something I'd love to ride someday," She said in a husky voice. "One day, my little nymph." He kissed her forehead and put her on Reina's back. "I'll unharness you, Reina." After grabbing their belongings, they retraced their steps, arriving back at the thronged shopping district. There, they altered their course and made their way counter-clockwise around the city. "This area looks different than the other, life-mate, even though it's the same street," Azalea observed. "Different neighborhoods have their own unique flare to them. Also helps to differentiate where you are. This one likes to feature lit lanterns and colored paper streamers over the street. Gives it a warm, inviting ambiance." With Devin leading the way, they zigzagged their way through back alleys and disorienting pathways, arriving at the more subdued edge of the manufacturing district. Making a final turn, they arrived at a dead end. Eroded brick and vines ornamented a heavily-knotted walnut door. A faded metal sign read: Owl Things Potionary. "Is that supposed to be a pun, life-mate?" "Yes, it was all I could come up with." "You came up with it?" "This Is where my alchemist friend lives. She couldn't think of a name, so I offered some suggestions." "Maybe we can persuade her to change it," chuckled Azalea. "I'm not a spur of the moment type of thinker," Devin admitted and shrugged. "Just a heads up, my friend has had a secluded upbringing, so she talks and acts a little; odd." At that, Devin reached for the handle. The hinges complained loudly as he nudged it open. They stepped into the dimly-lit room, and his nose was assaulted by the familiar, pungent scent of sulfur, preserving agents, acids, and others he couldn't identify. Long, short tables, covered in a hodge-podge of jars, bottles, beakers, and all manner of tools and apparatuses, ran the room's perimeter. Hanging over a square fire pit were several cauldrons, some bubbling actively and others slowly simmering. Azalea was the first to notice a figure standing at one of the tables, looking very engrossed in their work. Tugging at Devin's collar, she pointed to the corner. "Life-mate, " Upon hearing an unexpected voice, the figure spun its head backward. Azalea nearly fell off Devin's shoulder in surprise at the unnatural movement. The head's body soon joined in facing their way. The odd figure proceeded to walk-hop over to the trio. It was a rather cute-looking motion until they tripped over their long robe in the process, landing face down on the floor. Springing back up, they closed the distance, in the same manner, as if nothing had happened. Stopping within a comfortable, conversational distance, they pushed their hood back. Two wide, piercing eyes blinked at them from within a feathery, saucer-shaped face. The short, little boreal owlchemist adjusted her brass magnifiers. She rummaged through her apron pockets, bulging with corked beakers, bundles of dried herbs, and other paraphernalia. She pulled out a worn notebook, glancing at it. With an earnest voice, seemingly at odds with her expressionless face, she stated: "It has been 30 days, 12 hours, and, " she glanced at a wall clock, "7 minutes since the Young Patron last visited. This one is joyful you have returned safe." Bobbing her head curiously at Reina and Azalea, she fluffed her white and brown feathers, exemplifying a very thick physique. "This one's name is Jeni-feather, alumna from Queen's Tundra Academy. Minor field of study: alchemical fluid dynamics. Major field of study: practical applications for golemantic peripherals. Latest hobbies: interactive, experimental studies in cross-species mating, and soon to be Young Patron's semen extractor." "You're gonna be my what?!" Devin asked, startled. Azalea jumped up into the air about to barrage Jeni with questions when Devin grabbed her. "Now hold on Azalea, I'm pretty sure I know what you're thinking, but before you start wanting to ask to join in, let me get some clarification." Azalea clamped her hands over her mouth. Devin took a deep breath. "Jeni, would you like to elaborate on what you mean by that and why the sudden change in hobbies? Last time I was here, you were completely infatuated with documenting all of the tiny things you saw under your magnifying device." "Young Patron is not wrong. The recent investigation into the world of things too small to be seen with the naked eye was most curious. The surfaces of many objects, including blood and organisms in water, were insightful, but of particular interest was semen. The variation in smell, the gelatinous consistency, as well as the power to create life, has stirred a particularly strong desire for further academic understanding!" Jeni's statement was accompanied by short motions of her head to look at each of her visitors, but primarily Devin. "Wait; is that why you special-ordered from Gylan's farm?" he exclaimed in realization. "Partially. As the major ingredient for affinity replenishment tinctures, funds are needed to subsist during the interim until this one can collect her own samples to further her hobby. As the second most trusted and only male friend, this one has chosen Young Patron as the primary donor," she declared matter-of-factly. Devin mouth hung open, speechless. Jeni continued, "But this one lacks the necessary knowledge to extract such a precious substance, so this one has attended establishments and gleaned material about human courtship to learn human's complicated mating rituals. She has practiced with her egg hole almost every night to learn skills and techniques she is certain Young Patron will find pleasing during the extraction process. "In order to encourage Young Patron's participation, this one listened to lectures from professors in the oratory arts of human romance and attended interactive lessons in order to better learn efficient methods for extraction." Azalea, no longer able to contain herself, blurted out, "Hi, Miss Feath, " "Jeni," she cut in. "Young Patron's companions may call this one Jeni." "Jeni, my name is Azalea, and this is Reina! I, too, am very interested in the study of interspecies mating! I'd love to hear more about what you learned!" Jeni, pleased that another was interested in her research, hopped closer. "Choices for establishments were based on popularity and strictly-human participants. At first, this one was given many strange looks, possibly due to being the only demi-human attending." "A few of the patrons inquired as to this one's purpose for being there. After informing them, she received several solicitations for assistance from several males, but they were ultimately declined as this one was interested only in observation and note-taking." "Further prompting and encouragement finally led this one to accept the offers for extra samples. The process was disagreeable, though, and led this one to theorize that human males have poor hand-eye coordination as they kept expelling their semen all over this one's feathers instead of the collection vials." Devin sighed. "So, in short, you listened to licentious bardic songs to learn how humans have sex and then went to a brothel known for orgies and got tricked into being covered in strangers' semen." Jeni nodded. Azalea had pulled her notebook out from somewhere and was rapidly drawing rough sketches of the scenes as she imagined them. "What else did you learn?" she asked excitedly. Jeni blinked several times, searching her memory for a response to Azalea's question. "This one was startled by the extensive number of positions humans possess for mating as well as made confused over the particular appreciation given to the fatty lumps female mammals possess on their chests." Jeni stared at Reina's and even Azalea's more-than-modest bosoms. Placing her wings against what appeared to be a very voluminous and pillowy chest, she applied a little pressure on her feather down, deflating the trapped air. "This one does not possess such an attribute. Additional observation of a large percentage of the participating males indicated a preference to insert their breeding rod into the excretory hole in addition to the breeding hole. This one theorizes that her egg-hole might be viewed as superior as it is multipurpose and can satisfy both desires at once!" she posited, sounding strangely proud of this theoretical revelation. "The recollection even now makes this one salivate from her lower hole in intellectual curiosity." As if to drive home the point, she spun around, lifted her tail high in the air, and pushed aside her downy feathers revealing a tightly-closed cloaca. "Jeni, you might just be aroused?" suggested Reina. Devin stared at her wrinkled opening. From between her legs, Jeni's unabashed expression was ascertaining his reaction. "This one is ready to collect Young Patron's samples at any time." "Jeni, aren't you embarrassed in front of strangers?" Devin asked. "This one can smell the arousal from little Azalea, and Reina's body language suggests she is shocked but not averse to observing more." Devin looked at Reina, who shrugged bashfully. "Does Young Patron not like this one's egg hole?" "No; I mean, yes; I mean, it's a very beautiful shade of pink." "This one has read of distant lands where spectacles are performed for those who wish to see the egg-laying process. This one is more than willing to present a close-up example of how it is done in exchange for Young Patron's samples." Devin was losing this battle and quite a bit of his composure when Azalea flew to the floor, landing between Jeni's legs. She admired the inviting orifice above her head. Looking into Jeni's upside-down face, she offered, "Your egg hole is very pretty." Then she lifted up the leaf covering her own cunt. "Thank you, small one. Your breeding slit is also very aesthetically pleasing." "Might I suggest spreading your hole a little for added motivation?" "This one is unable to due to the limited dexterity of her wings. If this one had an apprentice, " "I'd be more than happy to be your assistant! In fact, I've recently had some experience! May I?" Jeni nodded. Azalea stood on her toes and spread her wide. "She's really tight, life-mate. Such a rosy color, not quite wet enough, but that shouldn't be hard to fix!" Devin, by now, had his face firmly applied to his palm. "Azalea, Jeni, we have many errands to run before nightfall. Maybe we should continue this at a later time?" coaxed Reina. "Yes," they both said in unison. Azalea reluctantly stepped away, and Jeni put her tail down and turned around. "This one, as per previous arrangement, ordered the mating secretions and milk from a female sheepgirl and a satyr male." Devin handed her the wooden box containing her order. Lifting the lid, she extracted the phial of semen and vials of pre-cum. Then she pushed her goggles down and held them up to the light. "These are most adequate. This one thanks you for your continued patronage and is glad for your support in furthering her livelihood." She pulled out a small purse. "Ten vols, as per the current market price." Devin took the square coinage and remarked, "You know you are more than welcome, Jeni." He pulled the little owl in a warm embrace. "It was good seeing you again. We have another appointment, so we must be off." Jeni didn't let go. "Thi, this one would like to request another order." "Of the same thing?" "This one requests an order of mermaid caviar." "Coastal goods, huh? Sure. Any time limit?" "No time restraints." "Alright. I'll be heading up there in a few weeks," he said. Jeni squeezed harder, looking like she desperately wanted to say something but hesitating to vocalize the words for a few moments. "This one would like to inquire how long Young Patron and company is going to remain in the city." "Maybe about three weeks," Devin replied. "Has reservations been made at any place of lodging?" "Not yet." "Is everything all right, Jeni?" asked Azalea. "This one rarely interacts with others and has a strong desire to offer you lodging until you are ready to leave," she blurted out. Devin looked at Reina, who smiled and nodded. Azalea hovered behind Jeni, nodding enthusiastically as she stroked the feathery head. "Alright, we'll try not to get too much in the way." Jeni's eyes lit up. "This one will be a good host and will prepare rooms for everyone." He added to her head pats. She closed her eyes, relishing the affection. "We do have another appointment. Can we leave our bags here?" Jeni held out her wings. They all handed over the bags they wouldn't need in town. Struggling to carry the load, Jeni waddled over to an open corner of her work table and set their things down. "We'll be back," Devin announced. Leaving Jeni's, the trio headed northwest toward the entertainment district. "Your friend is so cute and has the most interesting hobbies, life-mate!" "I'm sure she would be happy to hear you say that. She doesn't get much of a chance to share her interests with others. She was adopted by an eccentric golemancer who shunned the public, so her only friends growing up were golems he had created. Mavis and I met her when we were younger. She was insatiably curious about the world, very observant and quiet, but when she did talk, she lacked any tact or delicacy when conversing with people. She didn't do it maliciously; she just lacked experience. Mavis devoted herself to helping her acclimate to society as best she could. She left for academy a few years after I became an independent merchant, so we lost contact until she returned and opened up her shop." "She seemed rather insistent we stay with her. Is she lonely, life-mate? Why not bring her with us on our journeying?" "Several reasons, really. She's well-established here and has a successful business. While being a traveling merchant is a lot of sitting, the stress of traveling in all kinds of weather and unforeseen circumstances does take a toll. She doesn't have the strongest constitution, so it would be hard on her. Most importantly, she has her dream of creating her own golem." "Is that hard to do?" "I don't know the details, but the materials needed are not cheap. Actually building it, I hear, can take years or even decades. She wouldn't be able to accomplish that if she traveled around with us. I do feel bad that I can't be around more often to spend time with her," Devin admitted. "How about we do something fun with her while we are here?" Azalea proposed. "Like what?" asked Reina. Azalea rested her chin on her hand. "I don't know. I'll think of something." "Returning to the rest of our errands, are we going to see Mavis now, herd-mate?" "Yes, her office should be about twenty minutes from here." "Which way?" "Turn right and head north." With the exception of Reina, the trio had a chance to stretch their legs and wings. The clumped groups of stores and endless throngs of people became more sparse as they went farther north. The road and walkways became cleaner and spacious houses, decadent with costly cedar and intricate engravings, lined the more expansive streets. "Is this the right district, herd-mate?" "Yes. Locals humorously divide it up into two sections: the quiet and the loud. The quiet area is where the affluent live -- government officials and other high rankers in society -- and the loud area is coming up." Passing under a nondescript archway, lively music and laughter drifted through the air. "Oh! Musicians!" cried Azalea. "And a great many street performers," added Reina. Humans and Demi-humans, dressed in colorful regalia, gathered around the many entertainers and food stalls lining the streets, enjoying the gaiety and festivities. Azalea looked around, a bit mystified. "Mavis works here, mate?" "Yes. That building in the distance." Devin stopped and pointed up to a spire of white and blue that rose five stories above them. On each level were small porches with doors, similar to the residences they had seen earlier. They approached the tower and entered a set of double doors, triggering a sharp ringing to announce their entrance. Inside, smartly-dressed foot couriers were sorting through boxes and letters. "Why are they all wearing different colored uniforms, herd-mate?" "To differentiate between the delivery categories: blue and white is for regular mail, yellow with purple trim for express, and purple with yellow trim is for priority. For a slightly higher fee, express is a favorite option. Only a handful of applicants qualify for the last one." "Doesn't Mavis wear those colors?" asked Reina. "Yes, she does. To be ranked a priority deliverer, a large degree of trust and discreteness is required. Most of the items being delivered by these few are very costly or rare items that require speed and special care to get to their destination." "Mavis doesn't seem like a discreet type of person." "Despite her very airy behavior, she takes her job quite seriously. She is one of the elite delivery harpies who has never lost or been late delivering a package." Devin stepped up to the front desk. Without looking up, a stern old-looking looking secretary with tired eyes requested, "Send or receive?" "Appointment," was Devin's response. Pausing her wax sealing, she looked up over her glasses. "With who?" "Mavis Ebonplume." "And you are?" "Devin Ebonplume. Brother." She looked him up and down dubiously. Devin held out his ID car, anticipating the need. She shook her head and directed, "Top floor; NOT the roof; room E20." "Thank you." Heading to a circular staircase on their left, Reina tentatively put a hoof on the first step. "Can this support me?" "It should be able to. There are certain standards for civic buildings to allow accessibility for all types of demi-humans, including the four-footed ones." She added more weight, still tentative. When nothing happened, she slowly took several more steps. "Seems alright." Without any incident, they arrived on the fifth floor. Searching for Mavis' office, they found it near the northeast side. Devin knocked, but not hearing an answer, he pushed open the door. That yielded a surprisingly organized room, aside from a pile of clothes in the corner, void of Mavis. As Devin stepped in, Mavis was exiting a co-worker's office down the hallway. Seeing Reina standing in her office doorway, she sidled up to her, and gave her a quick hug. Motioning for her to be quiet, she snuck up behind Devin as he turned around. Giving a cry of joy, she jumped into his arms. As he grabbed her shapely thighs, in surprise, to support the sudden weight that landed on him, she wrapped her wings around him. Then she tilted his head back and locked her luscious lips over his. Making good on her promise from when she had met them on the road. A firm tongue requested access to his mouth. Knowing it would be futile to resist, he granted her access. Their tongues danced around one another as her familiar scent washed over him, conjuring nostalgic memories of sad times when he was alone, and her family took him in, of happy times when she complimented his cooking, and even of confusing times when he was unsure what her underlying feelings were, under all the teasing. Mavis broke the kiss. Their breaths were heavy as they stared at each other. She normally wore her mask and armor of confidence and self-sufficiency well, and she had the talent and foresight to back it up, but the mask slipped ever so slightly. Giving him pause, her sharp ruby eyes showed concern. The way her wings grasped him as if she wanted something of him but was afraid he would disappear at the mention of it reminded him of a similar time thirteen years ago, when he was eighteen, and she had turned twenty one. She was procrastinating on certain life decisions. Her parents and family were putting pressure on her about her future, but the feather that finally broke the harpie's back was the suddenness of her first egg-laying. As far as Devin could remember, that was the first time she had shown him that his older sister, while much less than most people, sometimes wanted someone to just be there and to know that he had her back when she needed it. Surprised by how intently he was looking at her, as if reading her thoughts, she released him and straightened her hat. The mask was firmly back in place. "Now that's a proper family greeting," she cooed. Azalea flew up, twiddling her thumbs, "Um, can I have one too?" "Of course, my new little-sister-in-mischievousness." Parting her lips, she let Azalea take the lead. Her tiny tongue lapped happily at Mavis'. The kiss didn't last nearly as long as with Devin, but Azalea was happy, nonetheless, at feeling included. "I originally started this to tease Devin, but maybe we should make it a family tradition," she laughed. "Well, that's two of three." She turned her attention to Reina out of politeness at not excluding her. Believing her being shy and more reserved than Azalea and that she would turn her down, she was taken aback when Reina actually nodded shyly. It wasn't often Mavis was thrown off her game. She stepped toward the tall Whitehorn, unsure how to proceed. Reina bent down. Their kiss was tentative at first, letting their lips feel each other out. As they warmed to each other, Mavis prodded with her tongue, looking for Reina's comfortability limit. Soon, the two women were going at it passionately. Azalea had recovered and flapped up to her usual perch on Devin's shoulder. "I didn't expect Reina to actually do it, too. That's actually pretty hot." "I wasn't, either. I think she'd show a formidable personality if she were just a bit more assertive." "I do love the shy, passive Reina, but if she ever wants to do anything to me, I'm totally letting her." "Once she becomes fully comfortable with you, she might just do that." The Whitehorn and harpy finally came up for air somewhat reluctantly. They let the feeling linger a second before pulling away from each other. "It's very rare when someone can get me hot and bothered, my dear. You certainly know how to kiss!" "This was only my third time." "Really? Must be a natural talent. Who was your first?" "Herd-mate." "And your second?" "Azalea." "I'm glad to see you three are getting along so well, but enough playing. We should probably get to the business at hand, or Devin might chastise me for taking work too lightly again." She winked at him. She went to her desk. Sitting down, she opened a drawer and withdrew a scrap of parchment. Then she handed it to Devin, pulled out a small pouch of what sounded like money, and set it on the desk. Devin scanned the note. "This says they would like to discuss the possibility of me being a broker for a long-distance trade negotiation between two parties, and they would like to discuss the details over dinner at Whitegold." Mavis pushed the bag toward him. "What's this?" Devin queried, making no motion to take the pouch. "A foreshadowing of what kind of profit this deal could lead to. Also, since the meeting place requires you to dress up, a reimbursement for formal clothing." "What's wrong, life-mate?" "Few things are scarier to a merchant than money given before a job is finished." Mavis pulled the drawstring

Are there people peddling bad theology in your church? Today, we'd like to express our heartfelt gratitude to Michael Forte from Astoria, OR. Michael, your support through purchasing materials from our website is invaluable to us. We honestly couldn't do this without you! Let's dive into our scripture for today, a thought-provoking verse from Galatians 5:10. I have confidence in the Lord that you will take no other view, and the one who is troubling you will bear the penalty, whoever he is. — Galatians 5:10 One Bad Apple Continuing with yesterday's lesson, Paul points out that the bacteria of legalism stems from one bad person. He assumes that this guy, whoever he is, is the peddler of all the bad theology that has infiltrated the churches in the area. If you are a new believer, you need to know that sometimes people peddle bad theology. Some people and pastors peddle bad doctrine that is harmful to the Gospel. Usually, it stems from one charismatic person peddling a charismatic idea and spreading it to numerous churches. In my lifetime, I have seen this spread, just like it did here, through the churches in Galatia. So, how do we respond to bad theology? Here's a clear, three-step process: Three Good Responses First and foremost, you need to know that not all theology is good theology. Bad theology exists, and it's harmful. As we discussed yesterday, it's like a bacteria that will infect and alter the composition of the truth. Second, make sure you are listening and learning from people who teach from the Bible. The people and pastors that you listen to need to be people who open the Bible. They should be people who read the Bible, reference it, and live according to it. They will have a rich understanding of biblical truth and teachings because they don't skip over texts and subject their life to the text. In the case of the Galatians, Paul was that man. Paul's intention with this letter was to guide them back to the purity of the Gospel. Fortunately for the churches there, he had enough sense to engage with the issue and point people back to the Bible and the pure Gospel. In the same way, we need to listen to proven teachers like Paul, not simply the ones with the latest and greatest charisma. So, seek out great biblical teachers. Lastly, the most effective way to detect bad theology is to raise obvious questions when something seems off and wait until you get a logical, biblical answer. When I hear something from a teacher that raises a red flag, questions usually start firing off in my mind, like: What was that again? How does that work? You want me to do what? For example, suppose you are listening to a teacher who declares that all the men ready to go to the next step in their faith need to line up at the altar for a circumcision ceremony, and Pastor Richard is going to lend a hand. In that case, some questions should be firing off in your mind. Questions like: Pastor Richard is going to do what? Even this suggestion might seem absurd to you, but that's precisely what happened in Galatia, and men were lining up to do it. They lined up to do it because false teachers had manipulated the Old Testament Law to prove a point that wasn't valid, and it appears people lined up without questioning it. Their explanations failed to account for the fact that everything in the Old Testament Law pointed to one man, one birth, one death, and one resurrection accomplished in Jesus—not by the rite of circumcision. Therefore, if you detect bad theology and it doesn't prove itself in Jesus' accomplished work on the Cross, then it's time to ask Pastor Richard that question that is stirring in your mind before you unbuckle your pants. #GuardAgainstFalseDoctrine #BewareThePeddlers #PureGospelTruth #SpottingRedFlags #DefendTheFaith ASK THIS: How can you actively discern between sound biblical teaching and potentially harmful theology in your own church community? Reflecting on your own spiritual journey, what steps can you take to ensure that you are rooted in the truth of the Gospel and not swayed by charismatic but erroneous teachings? DO THIS: Ask questions when you encounter questionable doctrine. PRAY THIS: Father, grant me wisdom to discern between truth and falsehood, and the courage to stand firm in the purity of your Gospel amidst the noise of deceptive teachings. Guide me to seek out and learn from faithful teachers who faithfully proclaim your Word, so that I may grow deeper in my understanding and application of your truth. Amen. PLAY THIS: Yet Not I But Through Christ In Me.

The Peddler & the Fairy: Part 6 Azalea helps with milking. In 10 parts, by Scholarly Mori. Listen to the Podcast at Explicit Novels. After dinner, Devin retired for the night. His footsteps faded up the stairs and left the girls alone with Ellyn and her father. Ellyn sat down after having finished cleaning up dinner, sewing kit in hand, and set to work mending some shirts. Without pausing, she asked Devin's ladies, "So, how'd you two enjoy your day on the farm?" "It was so much fun! I'm sad we can't stay longer," Azalea replied as she unbraided her hair for the night. [[MORE]] Reina sipped her after-dinner tea. "It was a most enjoyable experience. Thank you for your hospitality." "Glad you two enjoyed yourselves. Aside from Jyora's little show, things are normally quite boring around here." "She looked like she had a lot of fun," Azalea observed. Ellyn looked up at her comment, "I hope she did. I'm a bit concerned that maybe I teased her too much. I'll talk to her tomorrow and apologize if I got too familiar with her." "I'm sure she'll be fine. Maybe just the intuition of an old man, but I think she especially enjoyed the attention from you, Ellyn," Gylan countered. "You think she has feelings for me?" The husky farmer put his feet up on the table. After pulling out a knife and a block of wood, he started carving. "I believe she admires you, or at least looks up to you, though she might be experiencing more complicated feelings now." The candles flickered in their sconces as Ellyn mulled over her father's words. "What are you carving, grandpa Gylan?" inquired Azalea, snuggling against Reina. Gylan smiled at his new title. "A gift for you two." Suddenly sitting up, "Presents for us?!" Thank you!" What is it?" "I'll answer that before you leave tomorrow," he uttered, then went back to work. Azalea tried to pout, but traces of a smile kept leaking through. Gylan flicked some shavings off the table. "So, how's it been traveling with young Devin?" "Well, we actually haven't been with herd-mate very long. I've only been with him two days, and Azalea's been with him three," Reina offered. "Only that long? I got the impression you were together much longer. So you essentially just met?" "Yes. It's been so much fun! Both life-mate and Reina have been wonderful! I love them both very much!" gushed Azalea. "I'm glad to hear. He's very conscientious, though -- and this isn't meant to be an insult to either of you -- we are just a little surprised he has two companions," Gylan revealed. "What do you mean?" Reina quizzed. "Devin does very well for himself, but being a merchant means always chasing after profit, and sometimes profit is elusive. You might have noticed your meals have been fairly basic. Or how worn his wagon and personal belongings are?" Gylan pointed out. "I hadn't really paid attention to herd-mate's lifestyle," replied Reina with contemplation. "Neither have I," admitted Azalea. Ellyn put down her sewing and interjected, "We tell you this not to make you feel bad but to make you aware of the situation he's in. The life of a merchant is hard. Business is good while the weather stays amicable, but come winter unless you are desperate or reckless, money gets tight. We were Devin's first customers when he started out. He's become somewhat of an extended family member to everyone. Every time he visits, we try to give him a little extra in the way of food or other things he might need or be able to sell." "Do you have any suggestions on how we can help herd-mate?" "Unfortunately, no, but just doing little things and emotional support never hurts. I was glad to see you were pulling the wagon, Reina. I don't have any spare horses to lend, and the current one doesn't look like she'd last through the winter if he kept her working that hard," advanced Gylan. Ellyn leaned over the table and took both of the girl's hands. "I'm so very glad he met you two. We can worry less about him knowing he's not alone out on the road." The girls squeezed Ellyn's hand in return. "Reina and I are dedicated life-mates. I swear upon my love crest we'll look after him." "Seeing how you three interact together, I have no doubt." Ellyn yawned suddenly. "It's getting late, and I have to be up early. We should probably head to bed." ---- That night, amidst the chittering of crickets and creaking of the barn, Jyora laid on her cot, thinking back on the events of the day.'I can't believe I did that. To think I was aroused enough to let, no, want Ellyn to do those things to me, and in front of people, no less.' The thought of Ellyn's eyes and fingers roaming over her body caused a small tingle in her belly. Her fingers drifted down between her legs.'I wonder if she'd do it again? She sighed.'I never used to be interested in this sort of thing when I lived at home or during my time at the academy.' Jyora had grown up far to the north of the capital in a patch of forest considered ancient, even by old growth standards. She was never very outgoing and preferred to have her nose in a book. Some of her peers would have described her as unsocial, but she didn't mind. At the time, learning was more interesting than anything. When she was old enough to attend the academy, all her previous book learning had borne fruit as she excelled in all her classes. She bit her lip as she inserted a finger, stirring her insides to make room for a second.'If I hadn't checked the job listings board on the school grounds a year ago and saw that request for a small farm near Iceford looking for a mage to test their demi-humans for magic affinity and possibly some basic training; I probably would have been mentoring a senior crestologist right now.' It had looked like an easy enough job, and it was. Mr. Kiveläson's farm wasn't a bad place for her first internship. Gylan and his daughter had been quite happy at the revelation of several of their farmhands possessing affinity and that crests existed to boost milk and wool production. She curled her fingers, searching for her favorite spot. Her time on the farm had let her observe many things: particularly how the farmhands interacted and flirted. This stirred a small corner of her heart to wonder what it was like to be desired. She considered herself very average. She didn't have the energetic vibrancy of an athletic body or the soft sensual curves of natural beauty. Did others find her attractive? That particular night, before Gylan had asked her to start testing the farmhands for affinity, a thought popped into her head. As she reviewed her notes, she flipped through to the sheet she used as a reference for infrequently-used, miscellaneous crests. Her finger meandered through her listed definitions, stopping at the gaze crest. She didn't know much about it, except it was a crest with very little practical application. The only info she had written was that it made the user tingle when someone looked lustfully at them. She had weighed the pros and cons of using it on herself. Its effects wouldn't be a permanent thing, and her curiosity grew the more she wondered if anyone ever looked at her in that way. Throwing caution to the wind, she drew it. It had been simple enough and had barely taken any time, but it was tricky drawing upside down. It was the first time she had applied a crest for personal use, and the novelty was exciting. She'd infused a bit of magic to put it into the 'active' state. That night, she almost didn't sleep, wondering what would happen the next day. Eventually, sleep did find her, and she drifted off. That next morning, she had forgotten about the crest, dressed, and went to search for Gylan. "When she was halfway across the yard, an unexpected vibration startled her. Remembering the crest, she thought it was going to be a slight tingle, but the significant buzz was making her legs weak. It was impossible to tell who triggered the magic effect. It could have been any of the demi-humans who were busy going about their tasks outside. A simple stare or quick glance from anyone was all it took. She never figured out who it was, but from then on, she ventured further into exploring this new hobby. Jyora went so far as to forgo undergarments since she often ended up soaking them. Her intense orgasm brought her back to the present. Her back arched as it washed over her. Her vagina quivered as she fingered the last pleasant waves from her tired body. 'When did I become such a licentious girl?' was her last thought as she fell asleep. ------- Azalea shifted uncomfortably in her bed. Contrary to her wishes, her body was demanding immediate attention for her full bladder. Begrudgingly, she got up and left the warmth of Devin's nethers. Throwing her clothes on, she wondered how she would get to the outhouse behind the lodge. As she exited the bedroom, she spied Ellyn walking out onto the porch. She zipped to the door and exited just before it slammed closed. Azalea was curious where Ellyn was going so early in the morning. Through the chill mist she saw the redhead approach two figures leaning against the milking barn wall opposite the outhouse. Finding a way to kill two birds with one stone, she dove into a nearby bush and listened in while she watered the plant. "Good morning Ailean, Erinnah!" "Mornin," mumbled the sleepy sheepman. "Good morning, Ellyn." Erinnah yawned. "Sorry to call you two out so early." "It's no problem. We're always happy to help. Though, some are more eager to help than others." Erinnah pulled her hand out of her brother's pants, "see?" Sticky strands of precum glinted between her fingers. "I edged him last night to activate his glyph, but I might have overdone it. He couldn't fall asleep, but after some of my milk, he finally relaxed." Gingerly massaging her milk-laden breasts, Erinnah added, "I can't wait to relieve some of this pressure. Also, it's freezing!" She wrapped her cloak closer about her and motioned to the barn door. "Shall we?" Ellyn opened the barn door and ushered the two inside. Azalea, having thoroughly drenched the plant, poked her head out of the bush, doubly curious about what was going on. "Good morning, Ellyn!" Ellyn turned to see Azalea hovering right outside the door. "Oh, good morning, Azalea. Everything alright?" "Everything's fine, I had to pee, and I saw you three and was curious what was going on." "We are going to milk Ailean for Devin's customer's order." "You are? Can I watch?" Ellyn ducked her head in the door. "Ailean, do you mind if Azalea joins us?" Upon Ailean's assent, Ellyn invited Azalea, and the four entered the barn, headed to the two middle stalls Cyna & Ryna had occupied yesterday. Ailean started to undress while Erinnah hung her cloak by the door and went to choose her toy. "Hey, Ellyn, what size do you think Devin is?" Erinnah called from across the room. "I know!" Azalea raised her hand as she flew over. Examining the selection, she compared a few next to her body. "He's about this big," she claimed, handing Erinnah a medium-sized toy. "Thank you, Azalea. I was curious what a human his size felt like. I met Priscilla in the hallway last night and she said it was a tight fit." "Maybe you'd like to try the real thing. I can ask him. I'm sure life-mate wouldn't say no to such a beautiful cunt as yours. Even if he did, I can be pretty persuasive," she aired with a wink. "That's very sweet, but we agreed next time he visited." "Can I be there when you two do it?" "If you want." Erinnah crossed the barn and entered the stall next to where Ailean was standing naked. "Oh, Azalea, I should introduce you. This is Ailean, my younger brother." "Nice to meet you! Thank you for letting me watch!" Ailean nodded. Erinnah brushed her hair behind her ear. "He's not much of a talker, and he gets a bit timid during milking." "That's alright. Oh! And since you're letting me see yours, I'll show you mine!" Azalea stated giddily, then lifted her dress and made a little pose. Erinnah asserted, "Well, aren't you lucky, Ailean! Not every day a fairy offers a view of her intimates. Look how smooth her tummy is; and luscious thighs! They look delicious, don't they?" Azalea floated over, stopping right in front of Ailean's face. She put her fingers together in a heart shape around her vulva. "Give my life-mate lots and lots of cum, and maybe I'll reward you with a sweet treat, ok?" she teased, smiling innocently. "Do your best little brother. Sounds like a win-win!" She encouraged as she climbed aboard the table. Ellyn set up the machine and lifted Erinnah's tail out of the way as the sheeplady scooted back. With a jerk and shudder, the machine came to life, introducing the foreign shape to Erinnah's depths. Erinnah sucked in her breath.'Definitely a snug fit.'. Tiny thrills coursed through her body, kickstarting her crest. Beginning with slow, steady pulses, the glow brightened until it glimmered strongly beneath her. Lowering her breasts through the holes in the table, she guided them into the glass cups, feeling the seal form. Then she hummed in pleasure as the first couple of tugs caused small beads of milk to appear. Each tug teased out a micro orgasm as the liquid was forcefully drawn from her dark nipples. Droplets turned to spurts, and before long, rich, frothy milk splashed into the container below. Once Erinnah was settled and moaning softly, Ellyn threw a blanket over her woolless body. "Aight, time for a different kind of milkin'. You can be my assistant this morning, Azalea." "I can?!" "Yes, I'll need you to help me carry some things." Ellyn led the way to a workbench. "Ok, Azalea, grab that bar of soap and that vial of lube next to it.; oh, and some of those rags over there." While Azalea flew off to accomplish her task, Ellyn filled a pail with water from a nearby barrel and grabbed several phials of varying sizes. Together, they entered Ailean's stall. Azalea had never seen a naked sheepman before. He stood slightly hunched over. Long bangs covered his eyes, and a bell clanged softly around his neck. Similar to his sister, he had two fuzzy ears below a pair of curled but grander set of horns adorning the sides of his head. His wool was soft and dense, having had the summer and autumn to grow thick and warm for the winter. It made him look more cuddly than the sinewy and more muscular satyrs. Most noticeable, though, and of much interest to the curious fairy, was the bright purplish-red glyph below his belly button. She had seen pictures of them in books, but this was her first time seeing one like this in person. As Ellyn laid out the equipment, Ailean climbed atop the table, his large balls swinging heavily as he aimed his sheath through the small hole. Erinnah saw Azalea gawking. "Big, aren't they? He's the only male in the valley to have magic affinity," she boasted. "Nothing looks little about them! Is that the glyph's doing?" "Yes, this process increases their size, marginally," interrupted a familiar voice. Their morning activity had disturbed Jyora. She was standing at the banister, looking down groggily from the loft, her hair unkempt. Alighting on the floor, she adjusted her glasses. "How is he, Erinnah?" "Extremely horny and probably feeling very full. He wanted to raise the glyph's potency to the highest level, but I argued against it. After some debate, we settled on stage three." "I think even that was too much. It's only been half a year, and his body isn't used to that level of demand just yet." Jyora scolded, squeezing his tender balls and eliciting a groan from Ailean. Azalea listened intently but appeared oblivious. Jyora sighed and started caressing the oversized sheep testicles as if in apology. "We are talking about his glyph, Azalea. You are already aware that modifying the substructure of a crest or glyph changes what it does, correct?" "Yes." "This is the hyperspermia glyph. It was designed specifically to aid the body to rapidly produce pre-ejaculate and increase quantities of semen in a short amount of time by enhancing the testicles, prostate, seminal vesicles, and cowper's gland." Azalea joined Jyora. She hefted Ailean's swollen sack, which appeared even larger in her tiny hands. "They sure are heavy. Must be a lot inside." An intricate pattern ran vertically from the main body of the glyph down to the underside of his scrotum. She traced her thumbs over the patterns, memorizing every detail. "His body is working hard to produce three times the ejaculation he'd normally have." Azalea's heart fluttered. She salivated at the thought of so much yummy cum.'I wonder what he tastes like!' She nuzzled her cheek against a prominent vein. His heartbeat, working hard to supply the extra blood to create all the tasty cream inside, felt strong.'I wonder if Ellyn will let me try some?' Jyora stepped back and leaned against the wall. "All crests and glyphs have some kind of cost or side effects, as I'm sure you well know given the very interesting crests you flashed me yesterday." "And I intend to add more in the future," Azalea exclaimed proudly. Jyora cocked an eyebrow. "The hyperspermia glyph, in particular, is complex and has varying side effects. It's a four-tier glyph, meaning the amount of affinity, up to four times normally used, will yield greater results. In simpler terms: more affinity, more semen." Azalea wrapped her arms around the enlarged orbs. Her cunt moistened as she inhaled his musky male scent. Ellyn pulled Jyora to her, almost knocking her off balance. She rested her substantial chest on top of the reserved squirrel mage's head. Jyora cleared her throat. "Tier one generates slightly above normal semen volumes, with the expenditure being akin to a vigorous sex session. Tier two will produce double the amount, and the user will feel exhausted. At tier three, he feels faint and might pass out. Tier four; well, I have not seen it used personally, but I heard it's used only with those of exceptional stamina and abnormally high libido. For everyone else, it's too much strain on the body and starts yielding diminishing returns." Azalea protectively hugged his balls. "You said his body isn't used to it. Is he going to be ok?" "He'll be fine. Most males wake up after a few hours, but he might feel a bit 'hollowed-out' afterward. At least, that's how some describe it. There is one additional cost I didn't mention. Each tier increases replenishment time by a week." "So; since he's using tier three, he won't be able to cum for three weeks?!" "Correct. He'll be able to orgasm, but they will all be dry." Erinnah held her brother's hand. "It's not bad. He'll be able to safely have fun with any of the girls when they are not being milked. Isn't that right? Oh, but wait, you only have eyes for a particular girl, don't you? One who you think has no clue she knows how you look at her. Or that you like to stealthily rub your penis between her thighs at night." Erinnah brushed a strand of hair behind her ear. "Why do you think I sleep naked most of the time, little brother? You don't have to be so shy. I'm well aware of you sneaking some fun time when I'm being milked, and you think I might be too horny to notice the feel of my brother's penis. You should properly come out and say it. 'Big sister, I want to bend you over, grab your horns, and plow you hard and fast for hours till your legs give out.'" Ellyn laughed. "Erinnah, rubbing your clit so frantically is making me think you should have taken the initiative instead." "I was giving him the honor, but I don't mind taking the reins," Errinah retorted. "Azalea, when you're done cuddling his balls, can you get him fully erect for me, please?" "Yes, Ellyn!" She saluted eagerly, then zipped underneath the table where Ellyn had placed a tall stool for her to stand on. With experienced hands, she peeled back a bit of his sheath, coaxing the tip out of hiding with a few flirtatious licks. With her fingers encircling the tapered head, she planted kisses around the crown before feeding a generous amount into her mouth. 'The tip oddly reminds me of a scorpion girl's tail.' She swirled her tongue a few times against it. 'Or maybe more similar to a wolfman's penis, except not as blunt.' Azalea noisily slurped the growing member. 'Oh? What's this? Precum already? I haven't even gotten started!' She sucked a bit onto her tongue. 'I can never get enough of this texture. So smooth and syrupy!' She tilted her head back and pushed the tip to the back of her throat. Taking a deep breath, she pushed forward, triumphantly ignoring her gag reflex. She swallowed both to help ease more in as well as to massage his shaft. Her body shivered as she reveled in her throat's fullness. It was so rare to find someone she could deepthroat. The last time was a male fairy many years ago, but his size was nothing compared to this. Out of all of Azalea's kinks, being used like a sex toy was highest on her list. This was second only to maybe being used as a cumdump -- a vessel for males to deposit their seed until she was stuffed and oozing from every hole. She wanted nothing more than to have her belly pumped full of thick morning cream, but she was quickly running out of oxygen, and Ailean's cream was already claimed by another. Reluctantly, she sloppily extracted his manhood, and long, gooey strands of saliva and precum spanned the gap before she pulled them into her mouth. "Ellyn, he's rea, " Her voice trailed off as she saw Errinah, Ellyn, and even Jyora looking at her wide-eyed. "What? Did I do something wrong?" "Not at all! I think we were just a little surprised and impressed at how much penis someone your size could take." "It's been a long time since I've done that. One day, I'll be stretchy enough for my life-mate to fill me up!" she announced proudly. "I'm sure that will feel wonderful for both of you," Ellyn assured. Crouching down beside Azalea, she explained, "Now, we clean him a bit with some soapy water to make sure we collect a clean product." Soon after, she handed Azalea two glass vials. "I want you to fill these with precum." "Will do!" With glee, Azalea set to work mashing out the clear, slippery liquid until the first vial was full. After handing it to Ellyn, she worked the shaft until the second vial was half full. "Looks like he's about dry, Ellyn." "Let's see. I'd guess about twelve milliliters." "What's normal?" asked Azalea, sucking some off her fingers. "About four." Azalea looked away, trying to avoid the temptation of the erotic liquid. "Now what?" Jyora placed a vial on the stool. "Now for the actual milking. Ellyn, " "Yes, Jyora?" "I would suggest a slow, manual milking at first. His seminal vesicles will be very full, and I'm concerned his body isn't trained enough to suddenly release so much, right away, through a normal orgasm," Jyora clarified. "Sure thing." She scratched Ailean's ears as she whispered to him, "This will be a bit different than what you're used to, but you might end up liking it." She trailed her fingers seductively down his side while moving behind him. A large dollop of lube was applied to Ailean's puckered hole, causing it to clench nervously. "Don't worry! Some guys really like it when I do this." She gently massaged her way inside. Ailean grunted as her middle finger glided over her target, a telltale bump on the front wall of his rectum. Her slender digit circled the bulge several times. She purred, "This spot right here is going to get my extra special attention today." Azalea peeked from under the table. "Can I feel?" "Sure you can." Ellyn held out her hand for Azalea to land on so she'd have some leverage. While holding out a wooden bowl, she pointed out, "This is a special lube we order, made from the secretions of the kelp-girls in the coastal city of Merport." "That explains why it smells a little fishy." Her much smaller hand coated, Azalea wiggled it inside. "What am I feeling for? "It's a large bump toward the bottom with a slight groove down the center." Ailean stifled a moan as his anus quivered around Azalea's wrist. "It's very delicate, so please be gentle." "I think I found it!" Azalea giggled, prodding the squishy gland. "Try reaching farther in and press downward as you pull your hand back." Azalea did as Ellyn told her, pressing and kneading until the sheepman was squirming and panting for relief. After several minutes of that, she withdrew her hand. "This is more tiring than it looks." "It's probably a bit more effort for someone your size. You want to go back to holding the jar?" "Yes, please," Azalea acknowledged. She took an offered washcloth to wash her hand and then reclaimed her place on the stool. "Alright, Azalea. Don't be surprised if he loses his erection. You might also see a bit more precum before the milkier fluids." Ellyn reapplied lube to her fingers and inserted her index fingers into Ailean's loosened tailhole. Crooking her fingers, she pushed down and pulled back, spreading and loosening her fingers in a steady rhythm around the edges of his prostate. Azalea re-adjusted her grip several times as Ailean's erection diminished. An idea flashed through her mind. She flew to a table against the wall, grabbed a small stack of clean rags, and folded them several times. Once back at her stool, she placed the rags behind her. Like that, she could lean back and grip his fully-flaccid penis in a body hug, nestling his shaft between her breasts and on top of her belly, placing her directly under the slick cock. Wrapping her legs around the jar, she pulled it snug against her ass. Azalea wasn't sure if this reverse boobjob would feel good, but she was going to do her; breast! She smiled at her own cleverness. 'Life-mate would definitely groan at such a bad pun. I'll have to be sure to use it in the future.' For nearly an hour, sister and brother filled the barn with their duet of pleasure as they were milked. Erinnah was working toward filling her third jar. The pressure in her breasts had greatly diminished, but in its place was a constant tingle that kept her aroused. Those and the painfully delicious slowness of the dildo kept her just on the edge. Coating her fingers in her juices, she sucked on them naughtily as she watched her brother. His penis was cradled against Azalea's cuddly fairy body. "Look's like you coaxed enough out of him to cover the bottom of the phial. Ellyn?" Ellyn paused her efforts. "How's that, Jyora?" Jyora looked underneath the table. "That should be adequate. He can cum if he wishes." "Are you ready for some relief, Ailean?" Ellyn asked. She cupped his aching balls and massaged them with her free hand, tugging them in a steady rhythm. "He should be about ready, Azalea." Ailean wasn't so sure. He suddenly had a strong urge to pee. Since the source of his pleasure was so close to his bladder, he mistook the sensation for his impending orgasm. He cried out in surprise as his body jerked stiffly. Being used to penile pleasure, he was unprepared for the full-body spasm that radiated out through his torso, arms, legs, and of course his penis. Each pulse made his vision blur. Azalea steadied her grip as the sheepman shuddered, expecting cum to spurt out like usual. Instead, she frowned in disappointment with the result. "Jyora, is this normal? It's coming out really slowly." Jyora peeked under the table. "Yes. Some guys don't even ejaculate with this type of orgasm since it's focused on a different pleasure center. I suggest you assist him if you want to get it all out." Azalea grasped his shaft with both hands, doing her best to milk between each spasm. While the intensity was underwhelming, Ailean's volume was not. Azalea's disappointment turned to delight when he showed no sign of stopping. Minutes passed with the sheepman trapped in a loop of euphoria. He laid there gasping for air between each convulsion as the two girls drained him for more than he was normally worth. The phial was just nearly overfull when his balls were finally spent. Exhausted more than he'd ever felt, he lingered just on the verge of fainting. Azalea carefully removed his penis from the glass and licked the ejaculate-smeared tip clean. Handing it to Jyora, she corked the top and inspected their results. "Good, thick consistency; a healthy white coloring; adequate amount, i'd guess around twenty milliliters -- a successful milking." Ellyn patted Ailean for a job well done and set about cleaning up. Azalea, hoping for another taste, managed to suckle a small mouthful as she licked his glans clean. She hadn't forgotten her promise of rewarding Ailean for his effort and had an idea. "Can you roll him over, Ellyn?" With some effort, Ellyn and Jyora managed to get the limp sheepman onto his back. "Jyora, can you catch me if I fall?" "Ya; what are you going to, " Azalea dropped her dress, flew up, and sat on Ailean's mouth. Parting his lips with her hands, she masturbated, activating her crest. Stunned, Jyora asked, "Is that the siphon crest? Are you going to do what I think you are?" "Yep! He's earned something yummy, and I want to make him feel a little better." Azalea, thoroughly wet from having rubbed her cunt on the glass during the milking, wasted no time digging her fingers into her honey pot. Sweet drops fell onto Ailean's tongue, prompting him to start lapping directly from the source. Azalea was used to being played with by a certain life-mate's tongue, so she greedily humped her hips as he lapped the delicious liquid. Jyora moved closer. "Have you done this before?" "Yes!" She passionately shouted. "Sorry, I mean, yes, once, but I learned my lesson not to overdo it." Jyora bent down to get a closer view. "I've never seen someone actually use this crest, so I'm quite intrigued to see it in action." Azalea looked back over her shoulder at the barely conscious sheepman. "Open wide! Here's your reward!" With a few impassioned flicks of her clit, she went over the edge while her crest pulsed erratically. A light in her abdomen grew rapidly as her belly expanded slightly. Biting her lip, she doubled over as she came. She clutched her stomach as the light in her abdomen lessened. Where their skin met, the light flowed from her body to Ailean's, infusing energy into his weakened form. At the same time, a gush of highly-concentrated fairy cum squirted into Ailean's mouth. Azalea reached out for something to steady herself, finding Jyora's hand already there, just in case. Jyora scooped Azalea into her hands. "Are you ok?" "Yes, I needed that. Just a little lightheaded." "Fascinating. It looked like a direct transfer of energy -- not from your ejaculate, but directly from your core." "If you say so. I don't know how it works. Just, when I cum, my physical energy transfers to whoever I'm touching when I orgasm. I hope it helped Ailean a little." Feeling somewhat rejuvenated, Ailean sat up. He took Azalea from Jyora, cradling her while patting her head. "I'll be right back," Jyora suddenly announced, excusing herself out of the barn. "Well, little brother, quite the eventful morning, eh?" Erinnah got down off the milking table and stretched. "I feel three-and-a-half jars lighter. Ellyn, I know you have things to do this morning. Let me finish cleaning up." "Alright. Thanks, Erinnah." Ellyn placed the siblings' milk in a basket and exited the barn. The sun was just peeking above the mountains, burning off the the lingering mist. It was still cold but less bone-chilling. Stopping in front of the well, she removed her shirt and let the sun's rays splash across her body. Then she hauled up a bucket of water and gave her face a quick splash. Droplets trickled down to her nipples, causing them to stiffen. Nearby, a door closed, followed by the sound of boots on wood. Devin descended the lodge stairs, pausing midstep to notice Ellyn's topless state. "Uh, good morning, Ellyn." "Mornin Devin." Devin averted his eyes. "Don't need to act so shy. You can look all you want. They aren't good for much else if there's no milk in 'em. We just finished milkin'. Here's your order." She held up the basket. "Thank you for all your hard work." "We had a good milking session. Ailean put in a lot more effort today, so your alchemist friend should be quite happy." "I'm sure she will. Have you seen the girls this morning?" "I haven't seen Reina, but Azalea was help'n us with the milking." "I bet she had fun." "She did. She's resting up with Ailean and Erinnah." Ellyn replied while pointing to the barn. "I'm gonna go find your father and help him load up the wagon." "Sounds good, but before you do, might I suggest you peek around the side of the storage shed? I think I heard something interesting going on." With that, she ascended the stairs and into the lodge. Devin watched her go. Turning his attention to the smaller storage shed, he seemed to hear the sound of heavy breathing. He quietly walked over and peered around the corner. On a stack of old burlap sacks sat Jyora, eyes closed, legs splayed. From her profile and her wings, he couldn't see what she was doing but had a very good idea. His gaze lingered over her body. Forgetting that certain intentions, imagined or otherwise, would activate her crest, his thoughts of what her cunt would feel like awakened her mark. That caused familiar but sudden vibrations to ripple through her already sensitive vagina. She squeeked and clenched her knees together; her eyes flying open to search for the cause. When her gaze alit on Devin, they both stared motionless at one another. "Uh, Jyora, hi." He paused. "Ellyn said I should take a look at something back here and, " Her eyes narrowed. Thinking she was mad, he was about to apologize when, instead of scolding him or trying to hide herself, she twisted her body, offering a full frontal view. Her cunt was indeed drippy and swollen. It was stuffed with some kind of whitish-tan phallic-shaped object. "Since you activated my crest, I take it you wish to watch, Mr. Ebonplume?" "Sorry, it was kinda unintentional. Are you comfortable with me being here?" "You've already seen me naked, and after yesterday, I noticed I become more aroused when someone is watching, so you may stay." As she resumed her masturbation, wet squelches and labored panting seemed all the louder in the still air. Devin walked forward and squatted down, enjoying how the cute mage's self-pleasuring caused her perky breasts to bounce. She groaned, clutching her belly. "Your proximity; crest; very strong; cramping," she stammered. "Oh? Sorry." Devin took a few steps back. Relaxing, Jyora pulled the sodden object out and held it up. It appeared to be a very large mushroom with a smooth shaft, thin head, and two bulbous protrusions at the base. "The strength of the vibrations usually isn't a problem, but," she squeezed the spongy shaft, demonstrating it wasn't as rigid as it looked, "I'm not used to the thickness of this Matango spore just yet, " "I think I've heard the word Matango before. They are a plant demi-human if I recall." "A common belief, but an incorrect one: they are fungi demi-humans. Unlike plant demi-humans who receive their nutrients from the sun, Matango receive theirs from a fibrous underground network. They live in colonies in the more shaded and damp parts of the forest. When they are ready to reproduce, they mate via their mycelium network, resulting in this mushroom." "I should correct myself in that this isn't the spore itself; they are stored in these pouches at the base." She fondled the ball-like protuberances. "My kind has a long history of mutual co-dependence with them. In exchange for cultivated edible mushrooms, we assist in spreading their spores to new locations or other colonies since they are unable to move. They germinate optimally in dark, warm, wet environments." Jyora emphasized. She caressed her tummy thoughtfully, staring hard at Devin's pants as if trying to see through them. "Do you find me attractive, Mr. Ebonplume?" she asked suddenly. Devin had a strong sense of deja vu. "I think you're a lovely young woman." He said neutrally, unsure where this line of inquiry was headed. "Lately, whenever a girl asked me that, they propositioned me shortly thereafter." Jyora smirked, looking him up and down. "You seem like a dependable person, and your girls seem quite attached to you, but you're not my type. The reason I ask is I'm curious if you are needing release. Also, you might be aware my profession involves; handling a lot of male demi-humans, but I rarely have the opportunity to see a human up close." Devin dropped his pants, his penis saluting her cuteness. "You are certainly eager. Just a moment." She squatted, placing the base of the mushroom on the ground. Her folds dripped hungrily as she worked it back into her cunt. "Come here," she commanded. Not one to argue, he stepped forward. She whimpered as her vagina was once again inundated with pleasure and some cramping. Massaging her belly with one to lessen the effects, she gripped Devin's penis with the other and gave a few test pumps. "I'm always amused how a human penis looks similar to a mushroom." She gave a long, slow lick from base to tip. "Does your semen taste like one, I wonder?" Swirling her tongue around his glans once, she suckled the tip. Devin looked for a place to put his hands. "Do you mind if I touch your ears?" Jyora shook her head. "They are so cute," he mused, tenderly caressing and scratching them. Despite her flushed face, she blushed. Replying with mews and melting further into his hand, she felt the need to justify it, "What? A lot of demi-humans can't help it when you touch our ears like that." She pushed the end of his penis against the silky smoothness of her inner cheek. Unfortunately, she did not possess the chubby cheeks you'd expect in a squirrel-girl, but that didn't stop her from making full use of what she did have. She bobbed up and down; her calm, serene, almost-bored, brown eyes fixated upon him. She let him guide her head where he wanted as she fully seated herself, once more, on the mushroom. Her orgasm had been nearly there before Devin interrupted. Increasing her pace, she slammed her hips harder and faster. Before long, she smashed down one final time, impaling herself literally balls deep. She clenched and squeezed the base, manually ejaculating the Matango seed deep into her womb as she silently shuddered her climax. Pulling off Devin, she squeezed out any remnant and then collapsed onto her back. There, rubbing her belly and looking satisfied with herself, she grunted, "I don't normally orgasm that hard when I do this." Jyora took a moment to collect herself, then tossed the now-spent mushroom away. She shakily got up and knelt in front of Devin and admired his penis glistening with her saliva. She wasted no time picking up where she left off, stuffing him back into her mouth. Bending over her head, he thrust rapidly into her small mouth until he felt the pressure building. "I'm going to cum" he announced, then gripped her head and filled her mouth. She coughed once but managed to retain it all, carefully opening her mouth to show him. "You don't have to swall, " She gulped it down, mulling over the flavor. "An acceptable taste and it does vaguely remind me of the bitterness of mushrooms. Thank you for letting me taste your seed. I hope you also received satisfaction." "I did, you were too cute not too." Jyora looked away, trying to hide her happiness from the compliment. "So, um, how many times have you spread spores?" "This is my fifth time -- twice before joining the academy and three times since my internship here. It was about four months ago that I caught the scent of mushrooms. I followed it to a small colony." She waved her hand in an easterly direction. "A satisfactory mutual exchange was reached." She held up a basket of mushrooms near her that Devin failed to notice earlier. "How long before you; plant them?" She rubbed her belly, feeling the last of the crest vibrations fade away. "About three or four days. I'll find a suitable environment some distance away where they can put down their mycelium." "Do you, I don't know, form some kind of attachment to them; like a mother?" "No. They are already fertilized by their parents. I'm just an incubator." "That's very generous of you." She grabbed a mushroom from her basket and nibbled on it. "I like all mushrooms," she stated matter of factly. With a coy smile, she added, "Though, I might have found an especially flavorful one." "I noticed you don't have a glyph and are sharing a crest with Azalea." "I am." "So you don't possess affinity?" "Azalea says I do, but I don't know how to use it." "Would you like to learn?" "Do you have time to teach me?" he asked curiously. "Not anything in depth and I don't have my measuring tools to test your volume. I'll just tell you the quick basics and write you some additional notes for you before you leave. Females have larger affinity pools, and without outside assistance, take roughly a full twenty-four hours to replenish. Males have a smaller pool and take roughly half the time. It was originally thought that after you depleted your supply, you'd have to wait the full time span to regain it, but impatience and industrious minds found an alternative." "As a merchant, I'm sure you're well aware of the different products that mages buy to get around the time restraint." "I do. If you're talking about six grades of tinctures. The lesser graded ones are hard to find and don't sell very well." "That's because the higher grade ones are the most effective. Grade one contains affinity collected from filtered sweat. Because it contains the least affinity, it's mostly ignored unless there's an emergency or extreme poverty. There are some who have a fetish for the unfiltered variety, though. Grade two is from saliva -- not much better due to low volume, though there are exceptions if collected from lamia or bee girls. Urine is grade three. It's readily available in large quantities, easily filtered, leaving a more concentrated form, but still, it's not the best since it only contains residual affinity." "Male precum and female lubricant are grade four. They're very concentrated compared to the others. At grade five -- milk, and maybe not so oddly, honey, also from bee-girls, as well as pollen and nectar from plant-girls contain the second-highest density. Lastly, the most popular and containing the highest density is male semen and female ejaculate. Its processed form has become a staple used by nearly all mages. ----- Several hours later. Gylan was just about finished loading crates and securing them with rope in the back of the wagon. Devin had finished switching out the old mare's tack and harness for one that fit Reina and remarked, "She'll have a wonderful retirement here." Gylan took the lead. "That she will, m'boy." Patting the old horse's muzzle. Azalea was sitting on the edge of the driver's seat, kicking her legs. "Hey, everyone! Come to see us off?" The three satyr sisters -- Cyna, Ryna, Iryna -- along with Ellyn, Jyora, and surprisingly, Priscilla walked up. "We did." Iryna wrapped her arms over Devin's shoulders and gave him a kiss on the cheek. "This is from the four of us. Something to drink on your trip." She placed a basket of four bottles of milk in his arms. Next to say goodbye was Cyna. She pounced on him, giving him a tight squeeze. "Don't forget our promise!" She grabbed his hand and placed it on her bare mound. "I'll be wet and waiting, so let's play next time you visit! You too, Azalea!" "We most definitely will!" Ryna, more calmly than her sister, embraced Devin from behind, squishing her large chest against him. "I wouldn't mind some play time, as well, or a personal milking session," she whispered. While the sisters were giving good-bye hugs to Reina & Azalea Jyora shuffled up and handed Devon a few scraps of paper. "Some instructions to get you started. You are one of the more agreeable humans I've come to know. I don't know if we'll ever meet again, but if you are ever in the capital, you can find me at the academy's research department." "We'll be sure to stop by and say hi." "Also, here!" She pushed a small covered basket of mushrooms into Devin's hands. "Oh! Thank you. I'll cook these up tonight." Priscilla stepped up next, arms folded. No longer the pleasure drunk girl she was in the barn. She came across a bit prissy. "Your mating performance was adequate. Here." She shoved a pink handkerchief into his hands. "For you, and a flower band for each of your girls." Ellyn grabbed her from behind. Locking her in a hug, kissing the top of her head. "That's her way of saying she likes you. You made her feel really good, and she'd probably like to experience it again." Priscilla turned several shades of red at being read so accurately and looked away. "That's not what I'm saying at all!" She pouted. "But, but I wouldn't say no if you wanted to -- only because it helps when I get sheared and not because I like it, you understand!" Devin smiled knowingly. "I understand. It was nice to meet you." She folded her arms and turned her nose up haughtily. Despite herself, a brief smile crossed her lips before she caught herself and resumed her prideful visage. "Oh, I almost forgot. Here is my present for you girls." Gylan handed Reina and Azalea two carvings. Only the barest hint of a likeness was seen in each. "They are you. I know it doesn't look like much. We have a small superstition -- no, maybe it's more accurate to say custom: give a partially-done carving to someone to make sure they come back safe, and upon their next visit, I'll carve more detail into it." Reina bowed her head. "That's very sweet. We'll definitely bring them back to be worked on." Azalea flew over and hugged the old farmer. "Thank you, grandpa Gylan!" The last to say goodbye was Ellyn. She hugged each of them in turn. "We enjoyed having you all stay with us! We love you! Safe travels." Devin climbed aboard the wagon. "Take care, all." With a jerk and a shudder, the wagon began to move. Imparting a final wave goodbye, the trio set off to the grand manufacturing city of Iceford. To be continued in part 7, by Scholarly Mori for Literotica.

The Peddler & the Fairy: Part 5 Devin kills time waiting for sheepgirl shearing. In 10 parts, by Scholarly Mori. Listen to the Podcast at Explicit Novels. Gylan exited the barn to find Erinnah while Ellyn took Priscillia's milk, which she had set down earlier, to a work table to process and document. "Um, Life-mate?" "Yes, Azalea?" "I'm sorry. I sorta made a mess of your clothes," she said bashfully. Azalea stood up, revealing a large wet spot on his shoulder [[MORE]] Devin ran a finger across it and tasted it. "I don't know how you manage to produce something so sweet, but maybe we should find a way to bottle it," he chuckled, then reassured her, "Don't worry about it. It'll dry, and I'll wash it later." Perking up at his words, she hugged him. "That was so fun to watch, wasn't it, life-mate? I wonder how long she's wanted to do that! I don't mind people I know seeing me naked, but I don't know if I even have the courage to display myself to strangers, but would you want to see your horny little fairy expose herself to a bunch of people? Would it excite you to watch my cheeks redden from embarrassment as I try to keep myself from covering places originally meant for family eyes only?" She lifted one of the petals of her dress playfully. "If you ask me, I might consider it. For now, though, I'm going to go talk to the satyress sisters a bit more." With a quick kiss, she flew off. Devin was having a hard time conceiving of Azalea looking embarrassed about doing anything sexual, but there might be something. He imagined Azalea flying naked next to him in a busy town when he felt a tug on his sleeve. "Herd-mate? I was wondering; could I perhaps, maybe, try,  She motioned to the empty stall in the corner, at the same time she stepped aside showing a support beam she had been backed against was stained with a generous amount of moisture dripping down it. "You want to try the piston machine?" Reina nodded shyly. "You don't need to ask me. Oh! You want me to ask for you?" Devin guessed. She nodded again. "Hey, Ellyn, can Reina try the piston machine in the empty stall?" "Sure she can. Jyora's little show got her all hot 'n bothered, did it? I don't blame 'er, I'm a little damp myself. Go choose a toy from the wall, Reina, and come over here," Ellyn directed while patting the gate to the stall. Reina perused the wall a moment and gasped. "What's wrong?" hollered Ellyn. "These are all made from ravishwood!" came Reina's subdued response. "Oh, you know about it? So you must know its special properties." "I, er, am aware of it, yes." "What's so special about it?" inquired Devin. Reina fidgeted. "It's, um; useful to certain members of my herd when it gets wet, Jyora, having recovered slightly, propped herself up. "She means the females of her herd. They peel the bark away to expose the inner layer and rub, or 'ravish' the wood with their vulvas," she stated matter-of-factly. "When enough moisture is applied, the tree thinks it's exposed to the elements and creates a layer of extended defensive nodules." Reina continued, avoiding eye contact, "What Miss Jyora says is correct. Since we can't reach back there; the bumps help alleviate our needs if we can't find a partner." Ellyn paused her work to interrupt, "This stall will eventually have a table, but it hasn't been finished yet. Just back yourself in; yes, just like that. Picked the large centaur one, did'j ya? Adventurous lass!" She screwed the dildo to the piston and extended it to its maximum length. "This is as far as it'll push into you." Ellyn dipped behind Reina, coating the dildo with her saliva. Reina gasped in surprise as Ellyn gave a few teasing licks to Reina's cunt, for good measure, emerging a moment later with a glistening mouth. "Sorry, it's kinda become a habit for me with the other girls." Reina blushed profusely as Ellyn rubbed her slit open, helping guide the toy into the right hole. Wiggling and pushing, the Whitehorn accepted a bit more than half of the dildo. Ellyn patted her haunch and attached the missing gear, jolting the machine to life.With a satisfied sigh, Reina settled into a comfortable position, letting the bumpy toy work its magic. Azalea, meanwhile, seemed to have taken an interest in Iryna's milk. She was sitting on the table, kneading the satyress' large mammary, sucking enthusiastically while Iryna stroked her head with motherly love. Devin stood there, taking in the relaxed atmosphere of everyone enjoying themselves when he saw Priscilla motioning him over to her stall from his periphery. "She wants your hand," Iryna filled in, seeing his questioning look. He approached and offered his hand, which she placed on her head. She then took his other hand and started sucking on his fingers. A moment later, a low, drawn-out moan issued from her throat, and she started squirming on the table while haphazardly licking his digits. After settling down a bit, she lay there, eyes unfocused and breathing heavily. "Sometimes, she likes something in her mouth when one of the larger males is giving her anal, or she's expecting a particularly intense orgasm," Iryna explained. Devin petted the pleasure-drunk sheep-girl, brushing some of her hair out of her brown eyes. "She seems comforted by it. Is she really ok in this state?" "Yes. as Ellyn said, she doesn't come down from her orgasmic highs because of her crest stealing her post-orgasmic feelings. Once she gets a full night's sleep, she'll be back to her temperamental self. Normally, she's a bit snooty, so it's cute seeing another side of her. I think that was her eighth male today, so she's a bit worn out. Thanks for indulging her little idiosyncrasy." "No problem." "Also, I couldn't help but notice. Do you need some attention? I hear it gets uncomfortable if left unattended," Iryna proposed. Devin knew she was looking at the tent in his pants. "Priscilla probably wouldn't mind you mating her if you want some relief," she hinted. Priscilla perked up upon hearing the word 'mating' and started licking more suggestively, her slightly more lucid eyes looking up at him with hope. "Are you sure? You look pretty tired." Priscilla nodded. "She's never had a human partner. She's probably curious how the real thing feels. You should have time for a quickie before papa Gylan gets back," Iryna answered for her. "How do I get into the room?" Devin asked. "There's a door on the outside, around the back. Also, she won't mind you using either hole. Most of the boys seem partial to her cunt, though," came Iryna's reply. Exiting the barn, he went around back to find a small door. The newly-sanded plank room was clean and empty except for a couple chairs. Between two handles on the wall was Priscilla's ass on full display. He positioned himself behind her, straddling the sizable pool of arousal on the floor. He didn't get too many opportunities to get a close look at the sheep-girls intimate bits. He ran his other over her velvety swollen lips, which were scrunched into a tight teardrop shape.The many males she must have serviced today have certainly left her with a sizable gape. It's odd, though, that there is almost no cum leaking out. Maybe it's due to her crest? Figuring he should take Iryna's advice, he lined himself up, rubbing his glans through her sticky lips. She had more than enough lubricant to slide in easily, but her passage was built for the more narrow penises of her species. He felt her vaginal walls trembling as they struggled to accommodate the girth of her latest guest. Starting slow and shallow, he gradually loosened her up with each push. Anal had its own perks, but the unique grooves and silken folds of a girl's vagina have few equals. I can't believe how hot her insides feel -- much warmer than Reina's. Does her wool give her a higher body temperature? Devin closed his eyes, thoroughly enjoying this rare opportunity. "That looks fun. How's she feel?" A surprise voice asked. Devin slammed into the wall in surprise, jamming into Priscilla and causing her to moan loud enough to hear -- even through the wall. "Sorry to startle you. I thought you heard me come in," laughed Ellyn. "Uh, Ellyn, hi. Iryna suggested that Priscilla wouldn't mind, so, you know,”  Devin stammered, shaking a little with the exertion and the scare. "No need to be bashful. The sheep-girls are pretty insatiable the day before shearing. Mind if I stay and chat for a moment, or do you want some privacy?" Ellyn asked. "Uh, no, it's alright," he said, slowly thrusting again, wondering if he actually felt comfortable. "Great!" she said, pulling up a chair and leaning it against the wall. Crossing her legs, she watched Devin plow the sex-hungry sheep girl. Devin changed his pacing to quick, short thrusts. Then he huffed out, "I've heard your oral skills are second to none." "No one's complained yet. The secret is to be eager and show that you're actively interested in their pleasure. Also, not having much of a gag reflex helps." She winked. "Do you enjoy it?" "Aye, very much. The girls get quite sticky during their estrus cycle, so I get to have extra fun lapping up their juices." She flashed a mischievous smile. "The one's who can squirt get all embarrassed and fidgety when I make a show of relishing their cum. The boys, in contrast, love it when I savor theirs. I sometimes think they save up just so I have to spend more time on them. More than anything, though, I'm happiest when they are happy. Speaking of happiness, Azalea and Reina sure are darlings. They seemed to be enjoying their visit today." Devin slowed his pace, probably to the chagrin of Priscilla, who was likely trying to encourage him to go faster by humping her hips against him. However, he wanted to savor this feeling longer while talking to Ellyn. "I hope they did. Meeting both of them was very sudden, so I'm a bit worried that maybe what they imagined this relationship to be in their head might be lessened by reality. Being on the road all the time isn't the most exciting, but they have been a joy to have around. Azalea is so full of energy and curiosity. Reina seems to still be a bit shy around strangers, but she's slowly opening up more, especially with Azalea." "Call it a hunch or maybe intuition, but I don't think you have anything to worry about. Just be you, and talk through any problems that might arrive, and try to see things from their perspective." "You're probably right, and I'm just over-worrying about things again." "I was more worried about you alone on the road all the time. I'm relieved you met them," Ellyn shared with a gentle rub of his shoulder. "Traveling isn't as dangerous as you imagine." "I know, but like your sister, I feel it's safer when there are at least two or more people to depend on should something occur." "I'm not sure how dependable Azalea would be in an emergency." "You might be surprised." She smiled playfully. "I bet, when you're having trouble thinking straight or overwhelmed with concerns, she'd give a lot of emergency attention to your penis. Have you done it with them yet?" Devin smiled back. "My penis is definitely her favorite thing to snuggle with in bed. Azalea and I have masturbated with each other. She's too small to penetrate, at least right now, but she's sure it's possible, so we are exploring options. So far, Reina and I have only tried anal. We weren't ready to be tied down with a family yet." "Must be exciting just beginning your life-long adventures. I might start looking for a partner in a few years." She glanced at Priscilla's tail, swishing in annoyance. "I'll have to apologize to Priscilla later for monopolizing your time. I'm sure she wanted a more vigorous partner instead of just being a cockwarmer." "Sorry, Priscilla." He wasn't sure she could hear, but he obliged and picked up the pace when he felt her grinding her ass to seek more stimulation. Even though they had known each other for years, this was Ellyn's first time seeing Devin's penis. She still felt horny from helping Jyora get in touch with her exhibitionist side. Hence, the slapping of Devin's hips and the heavy breathing prompted her to indulge a little. "Seeing you two go at it, I need a little relief too! Since this is my first time seeing yours, I think it's only fair that I show you mine." Ellyn hiked her dress up. She ran her hand through her trimmed bush, which matched the color of her hair. With a few test rubs, she peeled her lips open and offered Devin an unimpeded view. Ellyn gave her cunt a few warm-up strokes. "Would you believe I rarely masturbate and that I'm still a virgin?" "A little, given all the things you do for everyone." "I hope you don't think I'm slutty." "No. I never considered you that type of person," he said with a quick glance at Ellyn. "I'm not too into anal, but I make an exception once a year. The boys don't give my ass any rest when I do." She laughed. "I mostly give oral and handjobs. I think I've given so many of them I've started seeing it as less sexual and just a healthy thing I can do to assist everyone with if that makes sense." "It does a little. I'll be sure to enjoy this rare moment then." Ellyn adjusted her posture. Next, she fingered her moistening cunt in quick little circular motions, flicking her clit periodically. "Pull her tail a little. She likes that," she panted. Devin grabbed the stumpy tail and gave it a little upward tug causing her vaginal muscles to spasm. He noticed her tail-hole was also quivering from the rougher treatment. He massaged his thumb into her little whitish-pink orifice, and she squeezed his thumb welcomingly. From the feel of it, her ass was quite popular. Unlike her cunt, she had quite a lot of cum in this hole. For several minutes, only the sound of heavy breathing and the squelching of Priscilla's and Ellyn's cunts were heard. "I hope you don't mind if I climax before you," Ellyn suddenly announced. She rapidly plunged her middle and ring fingers into her hungry love tunnel, using her palm to mash her clit. "Watch me cum, Devin!" she cried. Her eyes fluttered as she arched her back, and her thighs jerked closed around her hand as her body shuddered its pleasure. She took a moment to breathe before removing her hand and shakily getting to her feet. Stumbling behind Devin, she pushed her bounteous chest into his back and leaned on him for support. "Nothin' like a good orgasm to help clear yer mind. Want a taste?" she solicited, holding out her drippy fingers. Devin considered a brief moment before sucking her tangy sweetness off them. "That was hotter than I thought it would be!" she remarked. Devin grinned. "Lately, I, too, started to enjoy the subtle flavor differences of girls." Ellyn wrapped her arms around Devin's middle, peering over his shoulder. "Priscilla definitely has one of the cutest cunts on the farm. She is very particular and fastidious about her appearance, so it's a little amusing to watch the males mess up her cute little privates all day. She seems juicier today, too. Wonder if you have the magic touch." "Probably because I'm stretching her out more than she's used to." "When I was hooking Reina up, I noticed she has some of the thickest juices I've seen from any girl. I bet you could lick her for hours," Ellyn encouraged. "She does. Azalea's is thinner and sweeter, but Reina would have a contender for sheer drippiness if Azalea were of equal size." "Is that so? Maybe next time, I can ask her if she'd let me quench my thirst." Ellyn pulled away from Devin. "Da should be getting back soon. Are you close?" "Yes, sorry. I was just trying to enjoy this for as long as possible. I don't know when I'll have another chance to enjoy vaginal sex." "If you're worried about knocking Reina up, I know of a person who might have something you may find useful regarding that. If you ever head up to Merport, you might want to think about stopping by a certain place. I'll write down their name and location for you later. "Now, let's see if I can assist one of my best friends in pumping all his cum into our little sheep-girl's belly." She reached between his legs and cupped his balls. Her hands weren't the softest, being used to rough farmwork, but they were well-versed in how much pressure to apply and the right amount of tugging. "The way Priscilla is coiling around me feels like she wants it more than I do." "Make sure you cum as deep in her as you can." Feeling the pressure building in his loins, he thrust twice more. Ellyn pushed his hips forward, lightly milking his balls as he erupted, painting Priscilla's insides white. Priscilla's crest began to pulse sporadically. "That's her crest pulling your cum into her belly. Looks like you gave her a lot. She'll be drinking it all up during her shearing tomorrow," Ellyn explained while milking his balls. "What do you mean?" he asked. She smiled mischievously. "You'll see when Erinnah gets here." To Devin's quizzical look, she just said, "Let me clean you up." She pulled him out of Priscilla and stuffed his penis into her mouth to suck off their mixed fluids. She then slurped Priscilla,"Much cleaner! Shall we go see if Da is back with Erinnah?" Devin and Ellyn re-entered the main room. Aside from that brief moment, Priscilla was back into her lust-induced haze. Her front half sprawled over the table, tongue lolling, eyes droopy. Devin bent down and kissed the sheep-girl on the forehead. He whispered, "Not sure if you can hear me, but thank you, Priscilla. You felt amazing!" "Looks like you exceeded her expectations," smirked Iryna, cradling a sleepy Azalea in her hands. "I tried to give her a good time, and it looks like you've been keeping my fairy fed." Iryna stroked Azalea's head with her thumb. "I didn't know such a tiny belly could hold so much milk. She was also teasing my nipples the entire time. The naughty girl gave me two orgasms!" Devin laughed. "That sounds like her. Never passing up a moment to do something sexy." Reina was still leaning against the stall wall, enjoying the untiring thrusting of the piston. "We're back!" announced Gylan. He entered from the other end of the barn with a quiet-looking sheep-girl in a pink dress. Her hazel eyes were peeking out from behind long bangs. Twin braids tied with pink ribbons draped over her shoulders, leaving most of her hair cascading, mantle-like, down her back past her ass. She shuffled nervously, fists clenching the hem of her white apron. "Hello, Erinnah," Devin spoke gently but happily. "Ha, ha, hi, Devin. I didn't know you were va, visiting. Uh, are you here to watch me get sheared?" "Yes, is that ok?" "Na, no. I mean, no I, it's ok if you wah, want to watch. I, I'm sorry you have to see me like this, sa, so nervous and sca, scared." "I don't mind. I know you can't help it, right?" Devin extended. "The, that's right. Even though I, I know there's nothing to be afraid of wah, whenever I think of those sharp tools. So I, I'm thankful for Miss Jyora's treatment, even if it is very embarrassing." Ellyn took Erinnah by the arm and soothingly guided her to a corner of the barn reserved for shearing. While helping remove Erinnah's dress, she added, "She definitely has it worse than the other girls. She has outright panic attacks. We tried everything we could think of, even doing it when she was asleep, but she had too much anxiety and only fell asleep when she was exhausted, so we just gave up. Thankfully, Jyora arrived when she did." Devin wasn't sure she needed a dress. Her arms, legs, chest, and crotch were modestly covered by her softer inner wool, leaving her milky-white tummy and the barest hint of inner thigh exposed. Gylan busied himself prepping the shears and made sure to keep them out of sight while Ellyn collected the things needed for the preparation for the first phase. "You ready to activate your crest, Erinnah?" asked Ellyn. "Ya, yes." The skittish girl assumed a squatting posture, closed her eyes, and placed her hand on her belly in concentration. Ellyn spread the sheep-girl's hind legs wide. Guiding her tail out of the way, she combed back the wool covering her crotch. Her anus was more pronounced and her lips a little looser than Priscilla's. "We have a bit to do before she can be sheared comfortably," she explained to Devin. "First, we give her cunt a little wash and rinse to make sure we collect a clean product." "Product?" "Aye! Well, more a byproduct, really. She gets super horny during this part. She'll be feeling similar to when she's being milked in the wall, including not being able to orgasm as long as this is in her." She pointed at the small lump in her abdomen. "We'll collect her fluids so you can make a little extra profit." "You really didn't have to," he deflected. "We might as well, or it'll just go to waste. You have more mouths to feed, and I'm sure your alchemist friend won't complain about having more affinity-laced liquids to use. Erinnah suggested the idea a long time ago. She, like all the farmhands, is more than happy to help you out, you well know." "I appreciate it." "Ok, Erinnah, slow deep breaths, just like Jyora taught you." Erinnah steadied her breathing, placed her hand on her belly, and closed her eyes. Ellyn began playfully massaging the focused sheep-girl's shy clit out of hiding and cajoling her tense body to relax. "Like most crests, her's needs a little stimulation to start it up." Devin turned to see Jyora sidle up to him. "Hey, Jyora, feeling rested?" "Yes, I have regained my energy, Mr. Ebonplume." "That's good. I'm eager to see how your crest works." Jyora furrowed her brows when she saw Erinnah lose focus and start wringing her hands nervously. "Erinnah, remember what I mentioned you try when you felt like doing that?" "Ya, yes, Miss Jyora, you, you suggested I ma, massage my breasts." "That's right. You've done this before and know how good it feels. Just focus on the pleasure and diverting affinity to your crest." Erinnah scrunched her face in concentration, placing her right hand back over her crest while the other kneaded her chest. This caused a bit of milk to leak from the stiffening nipple. "Ellyn, ya, your fingers feel so good. A tiny buh, bit left. Right there! A, also a little harder, puh, please!" Erinnah had just begun to settle into the mood when she suddenly clutched her stomach. A faint pink glow started to emanate from beneath her hand. Ellyn immediately placed a glass jar between her legs. Erinnah moaned as she tried reaching for her clit, but between the pleasure and contractions, she couldn't coordinate well and almost knocked the jar over. Ellyn grasped her hand and placed it back on her stomach. She was quite familiar with how this sheep-girl liked to masturbate. Unhooding the needy little pleasure button, she pinched and tweaked the sensitive nub directly until sticky strands dripped into the jar below. Erinnah moaned in appreciation as Ellyn switched to a flicking motion. With the other hand, she spread the juicy lips, keeping them out of the way to better facilitate the collection. For the next twenty minutes, Erinnah alternated between moaning and groaning while looking like she wanted to orgasm so bad but couldn't. She rubbed her stomach as the contractions came more frequently. Each one caused the slight bulge to move lower until her opening started to widen. "About half a jar," noted Ellyn, "Not bad." She set it aside and placed a cloth over her hands, ready to catch what was about to emerge. Devin watched in fascination as the sheep-girl went through what he knew was similar to the experience of the harpies. Since this species didn't naturally do this, he was curious about the ultimate purpose. With one final push, the egg-like object tumbled out. Ellyn delicately caught it and started wiping off the excess moisture. Meanwhile, Erinnah gasped for air as her body twitched and spasmed, utterly enjoying her long-awaited orgasm. Ellyn handed the whitish object over to Jyora for inspection. "As you can see, Mr. Ebonplume, it's smaller and rounder than what a harpy would normally lay. I glossed over a lot of details earlier. If you are interested, I can explain the process more fully." "Please do. It looks like Erinnah hasn't quite collected herself yet." Erinnah smiled with heavily lidded eyes. Ellyn supported her with one hand under her abdomen while busily wiping her cunt clean with the other. Devin thought he saw a small gleam of excitement enter Jyora's eye. She cleared her throat. "Normally, when a harpy ovum is expelled from the ovary, it passes down the oviduct where different layers form around it till a fully-formed egg emerges. There is a rare occurrence where a yolkless egg is laid. We believe it might be because a harpy hasn't finished maturing, and her body isn't yet ready for the full egg creation process, or some reproductive material enters the lower egg canal, triggering only half the process. These eggs are called by several colloquial terms: wind egg, fairy egg, and, no, they have nothing to do with actual fairies. It's essentially just a sterile egg. "I designed the crest to mimic this process. All the semen she collects naturally seek out an egg to fertilize. They swim up to the lower portion of the fallopian tube. Using the high calcium content of her body, the crest artificially replicates a shell around the semen." When she held the opaque, semi-transparent object up to the light, Devin could see the semen sloshing around inside. "It takes nearly a full day for the shell to form. Since most of the sheep-men can ejaculate about three or four times a day, there's probably almost a cup of semen inside this one." Having regained some of her strength. Ellyn helped Erinnah onto a stool. "The, this is my fourth time doing this, a, and I still have a hard time believing Miss Jyora's crest helped me make that thing." "And now for the 'why'; the main purpose of all this." Jyora handed the egg over its 'mother,' and Erinnah cracked the top open. For a moment, she gazed appreciatively at all the donations her partners had made yesterday before gulping it down. At first, it seemed nothing was happening, but as she licked the cloying seed from her lips, the frightened look in her eyes slowly dimmed. A languid expression spread across her face. The limbs that had been trembling just a moment before went limp. Ellyn caught her body as she slumped forward. At the same time, Jyora took the empty egg from the listless sheep-girl. "She is feeling the resolution phase of all the orgasms she had yesterday and today; all at once." "Is she aware of what's going on?" Devin wondered. "It varies between individuals. You'll have to ask her when she wakes up." Ellyn held Erinnah tenderly while scratching her ears as her father deftly worked. After fifteen minutes of snipping and trimming around her body, her wool coat came off in nearly one large piece. Switching to a finer pair of shears, he worked his way around her limbs and sensitive places, leaving her crotch for last. He snipped the silky wool between her legs and tail with a fine-toothed comb and scissors. Ellyn gave Erinnah a sisterly kiss on the cheek before explaining, "The outside, coarse wool is used mostly in larger articles of clothing, blankets, etc., and the finer wool is used for making undergarments and lingerie." If it wasn't for her horns, tail, hooves, and genitals, Devin wouldn't have any clue Erinnah was a demi-human in her newly-sheered form. "All done, Erinnah. You did very well!" After wrapping a nearby blanket around her, Ellyn picked her up and handed her to a surprised Devin. "Could you take her to her room?" "Uh, sure." He carried the cute, bundled sheep-girl princess-style out of the barn and toward the building where most of the farmhands roomed. After asking around for directions, he found her chambers. The room was simple and showed signs of having two occupants. Both sides were neat and orderly but were very different in furnishings and decoration. One side contained a work table with various knives, awls, and other tools for wood carving. Figures of trees, people, and small animals decorated several shelves. The other side, he guessed, was Erinnah's. He glanced at the papers on the desk. Looks like she enjoys writing poetry, and these look like pamphlets or town fliers of actors and playwrights tacked to the wall. Wouldn't have guessed she was into performance art. I wonder how many she's watched. He placed her gently on the bed and unwrapped the blanket from around her. His eyes wandered to her chest. Her breasts certainly are bigger now they aren't covered. She was one of the milkmaids, after all, so it was to be expected. The shift in position stirred her awake. She reached around his neck before he could straighten up and gave him a peck on the cheek. "Thank you, my prince," she whispered and giggled sleepily. "You're more than welcome." He pulled the blanket over her and sat on the bed. She timidly fiddled with the blanket. "I hope you didn't find it too strange." "Not at all. I've seen harpies lay eggs before. It was fascinating." "Miss Jyora did say she got the idea from that, so I guess I know what they feel like a little." "What's it feel like?" Devin inquired with a smirk. "Which? Laying the egg or drinking it?" "Both." "Laying feels similar to very intense edging but with a dildo penetrating me from the inside out. It makes me want to cum so bad, but I can't, and just when I think I can't stand it anymore, it pops out, and I cum harder than any other way I've ever experienced. As for the taste," she tilted her head in thought, "It's not really any different from drinking a whole bunch of boys' cum all at once. But afterwards; it's hard to explain. You know the feeling you get after you have a great orgasm, and you just want to lay there and do nothing? My brain feels super floaty, as if I'm in a dream or when I'm laying in a grassy field under the warm sun, looking up into the sky. I feel so peaceful and listless." "I'm glad it helped with your shearing." "Me too." She snuggled further under the blanket. "It also made me happy to have you there." She started blushing. "I; may have got a little more turned on with you watching. Hopefully, next time you visit, you can; mate with me when I'm in the milking wall -- if you want to, I mean." "You're a very lovely, young sheep-girl, and I'd be more than happy to," he replied. She pulled the blanket over her nose, hiding her giant smile. "The other males are great, but I want to know what a real human feels like." "You're not the only one. Priscilla wanted to know as well." "Oh, she did? She was being milked today, wasn't she?" "She was. I had some time waiting for Gylan to go find you. I think I was a bit more than what she was used to," Devin answered with a bit of mirth in his voice. "I'll have to ask her how it felt later." She yawned. "I feel super sleepy after I'm sheared. I have to be milked in the morning, so I'll come see you off before you leave." "Sounds good. Sleep well." As soon as Erinnah turned on her side, she was fast asleep. Devin exited the sleeping quarters and returned to the barn. Priscilla was gone by the time he got back. Ellyn was busy cleaning up the stalls and documenting the sisters' milk collected for the day. The sisters, meanwhile, were busy cleaning each other. Cyna, seeing Devin enter, bounded over, still naked except for her vest, and her slightly less milk-filled breasts bounced as she ran. With hands behind her back, she leaned over slightly and looked up into his face. "I don't suppose you have the energy to mate me right now; I need it hard and fast after that dull piston." "Sorry, Cyna. Priscilla kinda wore me out. I promise next time, ok?" She looked disappointed. "Ok. Guess it'll just be vigorous fingering." Ryna came up behind her. "Cyna, not now. I just wiped you clean. Here's your clothes. You're always running around half-naked." "I didn't mean I'd do it right now, and so what? They get in the way, and all the boys like looking at my boobs." "They like looking at any girl's boobs, but that's not the issue. You know you get cold easily." "Fine, " Cyna whined, scrambling into her dress. Iryna joined her sisters. "We are gonna go bathe, eat and head to bed. We'll see you off tomorrow morning, Devin." "I'm gonna go check on Reina. You three have a wonderful night." Reina was standing off to the side, acting as a substitute bed for Azalea, who was curled up on the Whitehorn's back. Reaching her side, he gave her a kiss. "How was the piston, Reina?" "It was a wonderful experience, herd-mate! It was the perfect speed. It was so filling and stretched me in just the right ways, and the bumps; every time it pushed in, it caused tingles up my spine!" she expressed with enthusiasm. "Hope you didn't feel neglected. Things got a little busy." "Not at all! It was a nice way to relax after a long day, and while I was not fully attentive to everything that was going on, I enjoyed watching everyone interact with each other." "I'm glad you had fun." He intertwined his fingers with hers. "Looks like Gylan is just about done." The large farmer sauntered over. "Well, Devin, ma'boy! Just finished puttin' things away. Erinnah's fleece is nicely packed in the crate along with the other sheep-folk's for the woolclassers to go through." "They are hard to impress, but they always comment on how exceptional your materials are. Thank you for all the effort," Devin said. "All in a day's work! Certainly pays to keep our sheep-folk in good health. Gettin' to be close to dinner time. Shall we head in for the night?" "I'm not sure about Azalea, but I am quite famished," replied Reina. "Working on a farm definitely builds an appetite," Devin added while rubbing his stomach. "That it does, ma'boy. We are gonna treat you to some wonderful home-cookin', Reina! Ellyn, we are gonna head in and start prepping for dinner!" "I'll be there in a bit, Da. Just need to finish documenting how much the girls produced today." The rest of the night passed uneventfully. Father and daughter prepared a wonderful dinner of leek, onion, and barley dumplings with steamed vegetables from the garden. Rounding the meal off was bread pudding mixed with wild fruit drenched in the sytresses' sweet milk, and it satisfied all appetites. To be continued in part 6, by Scholarly Mori for Literotica.

The Peddler & the Fairy: Part 4 The trio make a stop at a friend's farm.  In 10 parts, by Scholarly Mori. Listen to the Podcast at Explicit Novels. Another morning dawned bright and clear, dissipating the last wisps of fog lingering over the ground. All was silent except the crackle of the fire. Thinking it odd the fire hadn't died down, Devin squinted open an eye. Reina sat serenely, her legs tucked under her nursing a steaming mug. [[MORE]] He was about to wish her a good morning when he felt a familiar pair of arms and thighs. Lifting the blanket, he was not particularly surprised his morning wood was sandwiched between his stomach and a limp, drooling fairy. He tucked some of her hair behind her ear. She looked so peaceful compared to when she was awake. It was hard to imagine so much energy in such a tiny package. Her optimism was contagious, always so bubbly and cheerful. Every time she'd laugh or giggle, her nose scrunched up adorably, and dimples appeared. As he stroked her freckled cheek, he became aware of the squishing of her breasts against him with every breath she took. That gave him a naughty idea. He gently grasped her between his fingers and slowly stroked himself with her warm little body. Her nipples were much softer than when she was aroused, but they still pleasantly stimulated him as they dragged over his skin. It wasn't going to be enough to make him cum, though, so he rubbed against her a few more times and then let her be. He didn't want to wake her up. Out of Devin's periphery, he noticed Reina watching him. He mused, "It seems to be her favorite sleeping spot." "Looks to be. I admit I'm a little jealous of her size." "I'm glad you're not as small. Would have made what we did last night a bit more difficult." She swished her tail and took a sip of her drink, attempting to hide her blush. "I'm still a bit sore back there, but I would be up for it again sometime." Clearing her throat, "I hope you slept well, herd-mate. I have stoked the fire and prepared you something warm to drink." "Thank you, Reina. Getting out of a warm bed when it's cold is not one of my favorite things." "That explains why you snuggled into me so much last night. Kept on laying your head between my breasts." "Did I? Couldn't have asked for a better pillow!" "You did. Maybe that's why you are in need of some attention this morning. Can I relieve it for you?" Devin looked down at his erection. "I would love that, but don't feel obligated." "But I want to. You've made me orgasm so many times since we met. I want to do the same for you." "If you insist, then." After taking the drink Reina prepared for him, he got to his feet as Reina knelt in front of him. He gently disengaged Azalea from his morning wood and placed her back under the blanket. She tried to suppress her eager smile as she settled into a comfortable position. With her long, slender fingers, she gripped his twitching member. "I can feel the pulse of your heart, herd-mate," Reina exclaimed with reverent awe. "I hope so! I'd be concerned if you couldn't," he chuckled. Having no prior masturbation experience, either mutual or personal, she attempted to clumsily jack him off with no cadence or particular pattern. In the past, she had stealthily watched girls from other herds pleasuring their mates, but watching didn't necessarily equate to knowing what to do. Reina grew a little apprehensive, seeing he was not eliciting the response she desired. She dared a peek into his face, thinking he might not be enjoying her efforts, but his eyes were gentle and didn't convey any sense of urgency or boredom. "I'm sorry for my inexperience, herd-mate." With a gentle smile, he laid his hand over hers. "I appreciate your earnestness. Grip it like this; that's right; a little tighter, it's not that delicate; and pump up and down. Try to think at what speed you'd want someone to rub your cunt and try to mimic that, and don't be afraid to try slight variations once you're comfortable." As she became accustomed to her task, he let her take over. She experimented with overhand, underhand, and sometimes both hands, listening for indications that he liked it. After several minutes of practice, she wondered what to do next when a droplet of clear liquid appeared. This must be that pre-cum Azalea & Mavis mentioned yesterday. She scooped some onto her fingers and stretched the sticky substance between them. I thought only females got wet, and the males just stuck it in when things were slippery enough. I guess this means he's feeling good? As her hands became slicker, she wondered if she should use her mouth. Leaning forward, she sniffed. Hmm, not as strong a smell as a male Whitehorn. I suppose humans bathe more often. Such an odd shape too -- thicker, but not as long. No wonder my herd-mate was worried he wouldn't be able to satisfy me. He shouldn't worry about trifling things like that. Her eyes slightly crossed as she inhaled again, more deeply, letting his scent etch itself into her memory. Then she planted a polite kiss on the tip and daintily fed it between her lips, nibbling on the spongey gland. With a few swirls of her tongue, she lapped up his pre-cum while continuing to jerk him off. "Ar youf feeing guud, her-mae? Wan me go faser, or harer?" "Deeper," Devin panted. Smiling around his penis, she watched his eyes go momentarily vacant as she started bobbing, feeding more into her mouth with each descent. She felt butterflies when Devin groaned from the warm wetness enveloping him and her silky tongue bathing his nerves in ecstasy. Her physical size was smaller than the males of her species but large by human standards, and her mouth reflected this -- quite able to accommodate his length. Devin was entirely in her mouth and could just barely feel the back of her throat. He was about to lose himself in the sensation when he remembered the drink he was holding. He looked at the yellowish liquid skeptically. "Whash ong her-mae?" "What is this?" Replacing her mouth with her hand, she continued to pump him to not lose the tempo. "It's just a tea made from the leaves of fireweed herbs I gathered this morning." "Oh." He put the mug to his lips and lightly burned his tongue as he took a sip." "What did you think it was?" He took another sip, avoiding eye contact. "Nothing specific." She studied him for a moment. "No, it doesn't contain any of my urine; if that's what you were worried about. Although, among some herds, I've heard there are males who enjoy drinking their females' first pee of the morning when it tastes strongest. I can do that for you if you wish." "No need to trouble yourself. With the brief experience I had using Azalea's magic, I can understand, somewhat, why they would like it, especially if they're in season, but I'm quite content with this," he said hurriedly, fearing she might insist. "This," he stated as he swirled the tea around, "is relaxing. It's a bit tart but has a hint of sweetness, a bit like you, now that I think about it. Your personality, I mean." "My personality, hmm? I'm sure that wasn't the only thing you remembered just now that tasted sweetly tart." She smirked. "Still, I'm happy you found it to your taste, my love. I enjoy it every morning, as well. It clears my mind and helps me focus." She gulped his member down once more. Her sucking grew louder and more lewd as more precum was added to her saliva. She placed his hands on her antlers to let him guide her as he pleased. With how well she was doing, she didn't need any guidance. Instead, he scratched behind her ears, wondering if this was a bit demeaning, like petting an animal, but she nuzzled her head into it, seemingly wanting more. Reina increased the suction, so her cheeks constricted around his tongue-cradled shaft. Noticing his balls start to contract close to his body, she kept milking his glans with her throat, not realizing what this signified. Being too close to climax to warn her, she squeaked in surprise when his first spurt went down her throat. She backed off a bit and massaged his balls as he filled her cheeks. It was at this moment that Azalea stirred. She sat up, rubbing her eyes while stretching one arm in the air, causing her boobs to jiggle. As she scratched her bed hair, she looked around and suddenly locked half-lidded eyes on the scene playing out nearby. She took in Reina's eyes darting between her and Devin's penis, noting her embarrassment to be caught in such an awkward position. Azalea fluttered over and plopped down on Devin's thigh. Scrutinizing Reina's gradually filling cheeks, she nodded to herself, affirming Reina was doing a good job. She gave her a loving peck on the cheek, yawned, and started idly rubbing her nipples as she waited until the two finished. With Devin's final spurt, Reina slowly pulled off, careful not to spill. She sat back and was about to swallow when Azalea grabbed her chin. Reina was unsure if she had done something wrong, and the two stared at each other until an audible stomach growl broke the silence. As if on queue, Azalea pressed her small lips to hers, causing Reina's eyes flew open at the sudden intimacy. The kiss wasn't passionate, but it was hungry and seemed to convey a 'let's enjoy this together' feeling of playfulness. With her eyes, Reina begged Devin for help as Azalea flicked her tongue across her lips, seeking admittance. However, Devin enjoyed the surprise show too much to curtail what he reasoned was a good bonding experience between them. He urged Reina to go along with it. Giving him the poutiest face she could manage, she loosened her lips, allowing Azalea's to dart in, and their tongues entwined in a gooey embrace. I didn't realize this kind of kissing felt so good. Her tongue is so small. She smells so sweet, so floral. As they continued their oral wrestling, Azalea occasionally scooped some of the creamy treat into her mouth, humming with its deliciousness. She continued until just half of Devin's load was left in her flustered friend's mouth. Breaking the kiss slowly, she lingered on the feeling of Reina's soft lips, savoring the thickness of her life-mate's early morning cum. She licked her lips in satisfaction after an audible swallow. Looking a little more alert, Azalea flew to her bag, pulled out a comb, and re-perched on Reina's shoulder. "Thank you, life-mate, for the morning treat, and thank you, Reina, for sharing!" she said, excitedly hugging and nuzzling Reina's neck before organizing her unruly hair. Reina swallowed twice. "Yo, your welcome, Azalea. The, that was my first kiss with a girl." "It was?! I'm happy I could be your first, and we definitely shouldn't make it the last!" Taking a sip of her cold tea, Reina tried to calm her fluttering heart. "Did I do an adequate job, herd-mate?" "Once you got the hang of it, it felt amazing!" He wasn't sure she could take any more kissing, but he did anyway to further emphasize his appreciation. "I'm glad it was to your liking. I'll service you whenever you need it." After an unexpectedly fun morning, the trio got dressed, had a quick breakfast, and set off to Gylan's farm. --- Azalea sat on Reina's antlers, kicking her legs. "Are we almost there, life-mate?" "It should be coming into view now," was Devin's reply. As they topped the final hill, a large valley spread out before them, dotted with a patchwork quilt of colored fields, and a wide, slow-flowing river meandered down the middle. Homesteads with sturdy, timbered buildings clustered here and there around the valley. "Which is your friend's farm, life-mate?" Devin pointed to the southeast corner. "The one with the water wheel." "I can't wait to meet him! What's he like?" Devin stretched his shoulders. "He's a practical man but very jovial. He, his wife, and his daughter work hard to provide a home for all the demi-humans on the farm." "Is his daughter hot?" asked Azalea conspiratorially. "She is attractive, yes." "Have you mated with her?" inquired Reina. "I didn't think about sex so much before I met you two, so no." "Are you implying my presence has made you more licentious? I am a prim and proper lady," Reina contended with a haughty air. "Yes, properly allowing public access to your ass, you mean," Azalea giggled. "It was ONE time, under uncharacteristic circumstances," Reina huffed. Azalea flitted over to Reina's back and patted her rump. "We could make it two." Reina just snorted and flicked her tail. Descending the hill, the trio approached the main lodge. A large, burly man opened the front door as they approached, wiping his hands on a towel. Peering into the distance, he scratched his dark red beard, and his eyes lit up in recognition. "Hoi, young Devin! Good to see you're still kickin', and I see you found folk to kick it with!" he shouted. Devin circled the wagon, brought it to a halt, and jumped down. "I did. Some interesting events happened recently. I see you haven't overworked yourself to an early retirement yet." "Sometimes I feel like it. Hard to keep up with all the young'uns around here." "Did you finally hire more workers?" "Aye, a few temp workers, and only till the first snow. We weren't expecting you for a few more days." "The weather was favorable, and my horse had some additional assistance," Devin offered while gesturing to Reina. "Let me introduce you to my companions. This is Reina Virtsa and Azalea Ó Gallchobhair." Reina extended her front hoof and bowed while Azalea curtsied. "No need to be so formal. It's a pleasure meet'n both of ya's. Glad young Devin found traveling companions. It's said strangers are just friends you haven't met yet. Wouldn't settle for anything less than two, eh?" he laughed, smacking Devin on the back. "As you probably already guessed, I'm Gylan Kiveläson, one of ten farming families in this valley. I manage this one with my wife 'n daughter. Unfortunately, my better half isn't here to greet you. She's over at the neighbor's, help'n set up a roost for some harpies. I'm not sure where that daughter of mine has wandered off to. "We haven't finished harvesting your order yet. We'll have you stay with us tonight, and we can load up the merchandise tomorrow afternoon." "Sorry to intrude like this," confessed Devin. Ruffling Devin's hair, Gavin countered, "Don't be silly, ma'boy! You're like the son I never had!" "Well, then, we'll be in your care." Gylan shielded his eyes from the sun. "Still sometime before sundown. Would your companions like a tour? We've made some changes since your last visit." "I'm intrigued. It sounds very educational," affirmed Reina. "Yes, yes! Show us everything!" exclaimed Azalea, landing on Gylan's shoulder. "Such energy and excitement makes me wish I was young again, little Azalea!" Gavin complained. "Nonsense! You look like you're in the prime of life!" "Plenty of work and being around youngsters like you keep this fifty-year-old going!" Unhitching Reina, Devin clasped her hand and followed Gylan. Gylan led his guests around, commenting here and there about the buildings and fields, what grew in each, and how they rotated crops. "You certainly employ many people, Mr. Kiveläson," Reina commented as she watched the various farm hands go about their duties. "We employ twenty-five demi-humans. Sixteen live here full time. The other eleven are temporary workers from other farms and help out if we are shorthanded at the end of the year." "You only employ satyrs and sheepmen?" she asked. "You could say we employ them, but we consider them more like family. Initially, we just planned to grow produce and grains, but shearing sheep-folk so often made us wonder if there was a market for their wool on this side of the kingdom. We asked young Devin to find out if there was a market for it. "It was challenging to find a buyer at first, but now, the demand for Gylan's 'all-natural sheep-girl' wool is in some demand. Townsfolk say it breathes better and is warmer than other textiles. We shear them around spring. Relieves them of their old coat, helps keep them cool during summer, and also gives them a chance to regrow it in time for winter. Additionally, we sell milk from the satyresses almost year-round. We make enough from the land's resources, so anything the girls produce is their own spending money to buy things they want during trips to town." "I bet they have a lot of fun when they do," commented Devin. "The hustle and bustle of Iceford is exciting to them. For me, it's just nostalgic. Would it surprise you to know I wasn't originally a farmer? We used to live in Iceford. I was a carpenter by trade, and my wife was a seamstress. I'm sure you all remember the drought fourteen years ago." "I do," recalled Devin. "Took a massive toll on everyone across the kingdom. Many parents starved to keep their children alive." His voice trailed off. "That they did, young Devin." "It affected many outlying demi-human tribes, as well," added Reina. "I remember being very hungry. My family's herd had to migrate much further than we normally did, and we had to ration a lot of food and water." Azalea included, "We fairies don't normally need to eat much, so food wasn't as much of an issue as finding water was." "That was the catalyst that motivated me to be a farmer; too many orphans. Broke ma'heart to see them homeless. Because the effects were so far felt, the local guilds offered a large incentive of money, seed, and building assistance to anyone who wanted to become farmers. I talked it over with the wife, and we decided to try our hand at it. "It took half a year till we were established enough to think we might be able to offer some orphans a home. We inquired at a few orphanages and were further encouraged when we learned that we'd receive a year-long monetary stipend for each orphan we adopted, so we did. They are all grown up now, and we consider them as our children; as my own blood-kin." "That was very noble of you, Mr. Kiveläson, to give them such an impressive establishment to call home," commended Reina. "Thank you. Can't say I can take much credit, though. I just acquired the land and built the buildings. They are the ones who turned it into a home." Gylan ended their tour at a building with a large, mossy waterwheel turning lazily in the river. He motioned toward the new-looking barn. "And now, for the biggest change we made. The wheel isn't new, but we did have to rebuild the main structure for our latest addition." Nearing the large double doors, they heard the clacking of something mechanical, punctuated with an occasional low moan, issued from within. Devin glanced at Azalea sitting on his shoulder, wringing her hands in unsuppressed excitement. Gylan opened one side of the double doors and ushered them inside. Gylan exclaimed proudly, "This, here, is the newest addition! Our automated milker!" The interior was spacious and well-ventilated. The wall to their left had neatly organized shelves with buckets, pails, drying racks, stools, crates, and several empty labeled jars. On the right side, extending along the length of the building and spotlighted by the afternoon sun shining down from windows in the ceiling, were seven waist-high, partitioned stalls. All but one contained an oddly-designed table. The far stall was slightly different, with a wall sectioning off the back half. The moaning they heard earlier came from a sheep-girl facing the visitors. Her walnut-colored dress was pulled over her back. She was bent over a table, lying on her arms, eyes closed, panting, and her face was the picture of pure bliss. Her backside was stuck through the wall and jostled quite energetically, making the ornamental jewelry gilded to her curled horns twinkle in the light. Next to the sheep-girl were three lively satyresses chatting, seemingly undisturbed by their noisy neighbor. They were positioned in a similar manner, except behind them loomed the large axle of the waterwheel. A series of gears and axles connected to it split and powered a piston system that was steadily and tirelessly plunging dildos into their backsides. Another set of gears went to a contraption housed in a wooden box under the tables. All the girls were chest-down on the tables, their milk-laden breasts snuggly cradled in glass containers, allowing a perfect view of their nipples expressing generous amounts of creamy milk into the jars below. "Good afternoon, girls. Look who's come to visit!" "Heya, Devin!" announced a grinning, tomboyish satyress with short orange-red hair and a lithe physique. Like all the satyrs on the farm, she had rectangular pupils and a pair of short, straight horns, angled in a slight 'V,' adorning her head. She was naked except for the coarse fur covering her legs and hips, an open-front vest, and a bell that clanged softly around her neck whenever she moved. "Hi, Cyna! You and your sisters are looking well." "We are! I finally became a milkmaid!" Cyna proclaimed. "I can see that. Congratulations!" "I turned eighteen this year, and Papa finally let me induce my milk! See? I've almost filled up two bottles already, and they threw a party for me, and Ryna ate so much she gained weight!" she rattled off excitedly, poking her plumper sister in the side. "That's not true!" Ryna denied it as she adjusted her glasses and fidgeted with her braided white hair. "Well, maybe a little. Momma and Ellyn make really good food, ok?" "Welcome back, Devin," drawled the oldest of the three, tucking strands of her long, black, wavy hair behind her ear, revealing a beauty mark under her eye. "Hello, Iryna! Are you doing alright? You looked a bit flushed." "I am. I got tested for affinity, and well; I got the lactation crest." She placed her hand on the mark pulsing on her lower belly. "Apparently, one of the potential side effects, besides a larger chest, is milking addiction. My nipples are so sensitive, and every squirt of milk feels like it's pumping a mini-orgasm out of me." Gylan patted Iryna's head. "That's why we added the pistons. At first, it was only one, but the other girls wanted to try it as well, so we installed the others." "But they are too slow," lamented Cyna. Azalea fluttered behind the three satyresses. "Wow, you can take two centaur dildos!?" "Took a lot of stretching, but yes, I love having both holes stuffed!" Cyna replied, wagging her stubby tail happily. "I know the feeling! When you cum, and there's so much in you for your body to spasm around; feels wonderful!" Azalea agreed. "But I see what you mean by too slow." Ryna lifted her ass, pushing back, so her human and satyr dildos reached just a bit deeper. "When there is a rainstorm, they move a little quicker. Cyna likes it fast and rough. She doesn't appreciate the subtle stimulation of edging." "Slamming my hips against a cock and having it bottom out gives me plenty of stimulation!" declared Cyna. "And a bruised cervix," Ryna smirked. Cyna reached back to push her clit down, so it rubbed against the centaur dildo sluggishly stretching her cunt. "Well, it's worth a little discomfort. Iryna knows what I mean." Iryna stretched her arms forward, reminding Devin of a cat stretching. "I like both, little Cyna, but right now, the speed is just right." she purred. Gylan scratched her ears. "Could you lift your belly up, Iryna, dear? I want to show Devin the table. The platform was designed with comfort in mind. The whole thing is padded. The front is wider, so it's more comfortable to lay flat while they get milked." "The back is narrow enough to straddle, and it's equipped with stirrups to adjust themselves as needed." Gylan put his hands in his pockets and rocked on his heels. "Funny story how this came about. A troupe of dwarves came through here need'n some supplies. Thing is, they didn't have enough coin. After thinking for a bit on what to barter, a gruff member of their party asked, 'you produce milk here, yes?' I said we did. 'I could rig up yer water wheel to pump the milk for ya, but y'all have to get the actual pumping device elsewhere.' 'I know a goblin lass named Eitri who could craft one for ya,' suggested another. "Long story short, they built this contraption. One of them still needs a table and a pumping device, come to think of it." "I see two other holes. What are they for?" inquired Reina. "The smaller hole in the back is in case any of the males want a turn, and the large middle one is for―" A lusty moan interrupted Gylan. All eyes turned to the sheep-girl next to Iryna. A tall, stocky young woman in a gray dress and white apron, previously unnoticed due to being obstructed by the sheep-girl, stood up. "Sorry, everyone, I musta tweaked her nipple a bit too hard!" She held up a pail of milk and nodded to the last sheep-girl. "Since Da didn't introduce Priscilla, I'll do it. She is an exchange farmhand from the other side of the valley." Gylan's heavy-breasted daughter exited the stall, her flaming red hair fanning over her shoulders as she set the pail down. She closed the short distance and embraced Devin in a spine-cracking hug. The pillowy softness of her chest helped distract from the pain in his back. "Hi, Ellyn," Devin gasped. Ellyn loosened her grip and looked him up and down. "Are you eating enough? You're so scrawny despite being older than me." "I eat light when I'm on the road. I do try to keep myself in decent shape -- try being the key word." He hunched over, rubbing his back. She gave him a knowing glance. "Good thing you're staying the night. Gives me a chance to get some home cookin' in ya's before you go traipsing across the kingdom again." She pulled him into another hug, this time more gently. "It's good to see you again." "Likewise. Priscilla looks like she's havin' a time of it." "She is. the boys are quite feisty today, so she's getting a lot of attention." She motioned behind the wall. "Are you here for the usual merchandise?" "I am. The usual shipment of milk and wool. Oh, and Jeni wanted another special order." "I'll let Ailean know he's needed, and Erinnah decided she wanted to be sheared late this year, so we can ask her if she's ready. Don't tell her I said so, but I secretly think she was just waiting for you. Also, to answer your question, Reina, the medium hole is for the sheep-girls." Reina looked again and noticed Priscilla's sizable stomach. "She looks four or five months pregnant." "Looks like, yes, but there ain't no little'uns in 'er," Ellyn elaborated. "The breednial crest is what's makin'er belly so big. She also has the lactation crest to help increase her milk production. Sheep-girls produce far less milk than satyresses or holstaurs. However, their milk contains more fat and minerals, making it ideal for cheese-making. Not only her; all the sheep-girls have both." "As you've noticed, they have the side-effect of gettin' the girls all hot 'n bothered, especially the breednial crest. They wanted, or maybe I should say needed, something more; stimulating than a slow piston, so we built the back room. Gives the girls the satisfaction they crave, and the boys get to help out without risk of knockin'em up." "They won't let me have a turn, though, cause I don't have any affinity," huffed Cyna. "Interesting, but why does it make her belly large?" asked Devin. Before Ellyn could answer, a sudden thump, followed by a soft rustling sound, was heard from behind Reina. Everyone turned to see a young woman walking out of one of the hay piles, straw sticking out from all over her dark-green silver-trim cloak. "Speaking of our resident mage; Jyora, come over an' meet some old friends!" Gylan urged. "It's hard to work with so much noise in here, Mr. Kiveläson. That's why I requested my room up there." She annoyedly pointed to the loft. "Jyora, you do enough work for two people. You can relax a bit. Also, you can just call me Gylan." "Time is a precious thing, Mr. Kiveläson. I dislike laziness and prefer to make the most of my internship while I'm here, thank you." He shrugged. "Suit yourself." "Jyora is a soon-to-be graduate of Thawden Magic Academy," Ellyn explained. "She needed some hands-on experience in order to complete her schooling, so we hired her to check the workers for magic affinity. Our current arrangement is a bit tricky. Only Priscillia, Erinnah, Iryn, and Ailean have affinity, so she has to personally milk the other sheep-girls, on top of her other work, until she has fully trained them how to power and maintain the girls' crests." Jyora looked at them through a pair of pince-nez glasses with dispassionate brown eyes while holding her cloak closed with two dainty paws. Large fuzzy ears twitched as she shook free some of the straw still clinging to her head. She was a willowy girl with short fur covering certain parts of her body and tufts of fluffy fur around her ankles and right above her elbows. "What is she?" Devin whispered to Azalea. "I'm a descendant of the ratatoskr; with very good hearing, she answered. "I believe the less-imaginative call my kind squirrels." "Oh, sorry, it's nice to meet you, Miss Jyora. I'm Devin Ebonplume." Devin made the motion for a handshake, but Jyora just looked at it, bowing instead. "To answer your earlier question, Mr. Ebonplume, sheep-folk have an irrational fear of being sheared. Various methods to break them of this phobia have been attempted with mixed results -- from blindfolding to sleep-shearing. Some have even gone to more extreme attempts like using the fearousal crest, which causes the user to associate feelings of fear, hopelessness, and despair as a powerful aphrodisiac. Although, questions of safety and viability were called into question about that one." "Crests and glyphs have pros and cons. The more extreme the change in the user, the more severe the side effect. The side effect of the breednial crest was negligible compared to others, and for some even preferable as is the case with Priscillia exhibiting very little to-no responsive stimuli except from that which causes pleasure." "You're very knowledgeable, Miss Jyora. I wish we would have had someone at the fairy village like you to teach us. I'm sure most of my knowledge is outdated." "You've some knowledge on the subject?" Azalea pulled the top of her dress down a little revealing her lovecrest. Jyora adjusted her glasses and squinted. "You have quite the antique crest. I rarely see this one used anymore. Most users prefer them for a very specific purpose, mostly out of some necessity. Case in point, I invented the breednial crest." "You created it?! I've never met an actual crestsmith before!" "I don't think of myself as one as it's the only one I've crafted. Creating something brand new that hadn't existed is always daunting. For that reason, crestology and glyphology study is the pursuit of improving and bettering old methods. Most just modify what already exists, but a few pursue pushing the boundaries of what might be possible out of curiosity or necessity." "For my graduation project, I wanted to try tackling the problem of finding a way to cure the sheep-folk's idiosyncrasy. I postulated that, since humans and most demi-human species enter a relaxed state after orgasm, there must be a way to concentrate this state of mind to override their phobia. The problem, though, was how to concentrate it and what catalyst to use to attach it to." "The first clue came when I was attending a lecture on more sustainable methods for assisting harpies with egg production. After much trial and error, I eventually structured the breednial crest based on an oviparous, or egg-laying, demi-human's biological process. This crest only works on the female of their species, though. It's designed for whenever a sheep-girl mates with a male, and all the semen ejaculated into her womb will be enveloped into an egg-like structure made from the sheep-folk's bodies' higher calcium content. During the resolution phase, the post-orgasmic relaxation chemicals are released and siphoned into the egg, where it mixes with the semen. The side effect of this process is a near-constant orgasmic euphoria during the egg's formation since there is no decline process after orgasm.' "So, how does it help with alleviating their fear?" queried Devin. "Before we get to that," Ellyn interjected, suddenly appearing behind the little mage, "Jyora, dear, you only told a half-truth about yourself. Would you like to 'show' Devin and his friends more precisely what kind of squirrel you are?" Leaning in close to her ear, Ellyn threw in, "This is the perfect time to indulge in your little hobby to a brand new, unsuspecting audience who have no knowledge of the naughty little thing you like to do." Jyora frowned. Is she talking about what I think she's talking about? She flushed at the possibility. How did she find out? I thought I was discreet, or at least prudent, enough to make it look accidental. All eyes were fixed on Jyora, waiting to see what she'd do, which caused her paws to tremble. Ellyn, noticing her demeanor change, instantly hugged her to her chest. "Of course, you don't have to. I didn't mean to put you on the spot. I know you're a very private person." Jyora knew Ellyn's intention wasn't to embarrass her or be malicious. Her "hobby," as she called it, was something that developed since she'd come to work on this farm. Its root cause stemmed from her work-driven personality. Her single-mindedness at completing a task tended to make her shirk aspects of her life: socializing, interpersonal relationships, and maintaining her health -- especially her sexual health. Those things took time away from study and research. She took pride in this aspect of herself. Yet lately, she felt she was missing out, seeing how the demi-humans, especially Ellyn, interacted with each other. That's why she began to admire the older farm girl. Ellyn was personable and liked by everyone. She genuinely cared about those around her. She managed her work with such an easy-going attitude and made sure everyone around her was as happy and healthy as they could be. Sometimes it was little things -- cooking meals, nursing someone when they fell sick, or just lending a sympathetic ear. Other times it was more intimate: fingering a satyress who needed some relief during milking because she was afraid to use the piston machine or giving a blowjob to a satyr who had trouble sleeping. Once, during the height of the demi-folk's mating season, when they were most distracted from work, she had even observed Ellyn servicing four of the farmhands at once. Jyora couldn't imagine herself, on hands and knees, back arched, simultaneously masturbating two satyrs in each hand while a sheep-man pounded her ass, all while also giving a sheep-girl cunnilingus. When confronted about it later, she said she only did that during that particular time of year, and it was more efficient than relieving them one at a time. Now, though, Jyora was here, in front of a small audience, and Ellyn was giving her a prime opportunity. She could take a step at loosening up and indulging in something that she had only just started dabbling in. With a placid expression and a quickening heart rate, she licked her lips and wiggled out of Ellyn's voluminous bosom. With excited trepidation, she slowly unclasped her hands and spread them wide for all to see. Several eyebrows shot up to realize, aside from her cloak and soft leather shoes, that she was completely naked. "Isn't her patagium a perfect backdrop for such a precious, cuddly body!?" Ellyn gushed. Everyone's eyes followed Ellyn's hands as they stroked and petted what she called the patagium -- the soft, thin, fur-covered skin connecting her wrists and ankles to both sides of her body like wings. "Little Jyora is a flying squirrel and, as I suspected, an exhibitionist. Unlike a regular ratatoskr, she's much more subdued. She's also much lighter and more suited to gliding than climbing. I am a little sad that her long, flat tail isn't curled and bushy." Ellyn seemed to be more animated than Devin was used to seeing. Like her father, she was usually very pragmatic and easy-going, but he'd have to add 'an avid fan of cute things' to his mental image of her. "So you didn't know she was an exhibitionist?" asked Reina. Ellyn smooshed her cheek against Jyora's, stroking her head. "I never caught her in the act; I'd only heard rumors. Given her no-nonsense attitude, I brushed it off as just that, but then I started hearing about more detailed incidents such as incidentally leaving her robe unbuttoned, allowing a sneak peek at her perky breasts." Jyora moaned as Ellyn flicked her hardening nipples. "Or when she 'accidentally' dropped something and coincidentally "forgot" to wear underclothes that day, giving Cyna a nice view of her cute, heart-shaped ass." "It's a very squeezable-looking ass," remarked Cyna with a suggestive smile. In response, Ellyn did precisely that, causing Jyora to squeak in surprise as Ellyn pinched her backside. "So you tricked her into thinking you knew she was an exhibitionist?" Reina submitted for clarification. "Maybe a little. I took this opportunity to find out for certain. I wasn't trying to be mean. I was just curious." "M'not an exhibitionist.," Jyora murmured. Her pride stung a little at being tricked into revealing herself. Despite already fully exposing herself, her pride wasn't quite ready to give in. "Maybe you were only toying with the idea earlier, but your gaze crests seem to imply you wanted to take it further at some point." Azalea pointed to Jyora's lower belly. Everyone, except Iryna, Priscilla, and Devin, had a blank look on their face. Below her navel was a simple (compared to Azalea's) heart-shaped womb crest with two jagged lines on either side and an upsidedown star at the base of the heart. "Only other crest or glyph users can see each other's crests." She explained. "What does the gaze crest do?" Devin asked. "It creates a vibrating sensation inside her when someone looks at her lustfully." Jyora suddenly sucked in her breath. Falling against Ellyn, she squeezed her thighs together as her crest pulsed to life. Rhythmic vibrations reverberated through the length and breadth of her vagina. "Oh, my! Another naughty secret you've been keeping from us." Ellyn cooed. Her finger wound across Jyora's flat belly to where she thought her crest might be. "Oh! I can feel the buzzing!" Her fingers circled the spot. "I bet it feels amazing." Ellyn wrapped her arms around Jyora's shoulders. "I wonder who it was who activated your crest. Are you wondering too? Is it exciting imagining someone having lewd thoughts about you, but who could it be? Should we try and guess!" "Hmm, dad only has eyes for mom, so it can't be him. Perhaps it's Reina! A queenly-looking lady such as herself might feel the need to spank some proper manners into such a lewd girl for revealing herself in public. Or perhaps it's Devin. Have you ever done it with a human before? The shape and thickness might be just the right fit to hit all the right places. Combined with your crest, you might just gush on the spot." "Perhaps it's me!" she said teasingly. "I know my way around a girl." She formed her fingers into 'V' and sultrily licked between them. "As you know, I have a lot of experience helping out everyone on the farm when they need it. Or it could be little Azalea. I bet those tiny hands and tongue would want to tease the pleasure out of even the tiniest nooks and crannies." Devin cast a suspicious glance at Azalea, who looked away, feigning innocence. Ellyn's syrupy words dripped like fuel onto Jyora's fire. Her growing arousal made her want Ellyn to take her and do whatever she wanted in front of everyone. Yet some tiny shred of pride remained, preventing her from coming out and asking for it. Perhaps she actually wanted Ellyn to fan her spark just a little more. "Should we maybe try to tease out what other secrets you might be keeping?" Ellyn hummed. She tried mustering herself, but only a meek, "You can try," came out. "I'm quite competent at deducing things about a person. Shall we start with your reason for wanting a room in the milking barn? You said you disliked interruptions earlier, but that's an odd statement considering how much noise there is in here. Between the gears and the girls moaning during milking, it's anything but quiet. I think maybe you have an alternative reason for wanting to stay here. Maybe, a little alone time on the table." Jyora's expression remained unreadable, but her body was about to betray her. A small bead of moisture glistened between her legs, alerting everyone to her current level of arousal. "I couldn't guess which hole you enjoy it in, maybe both, but I could venture a guess at what type and size toy you use. You're pretty petite, so the centaurs are out. Perhaps one from your own species? No, something tells me you like something more exotic. I'm going to guess a satyr. Maybe medium size?" Everyone's eyes returned to her cunt as if it were some lewd truth-telling machine. Sure enough, her body affirmed Ellyn's guess as more liquid rallied to her lower lips. Between Ellyn's sultry voice, the intense vibrations between her legs, the area above her hand-full-sized breasts flushed red, matching the color of her cheeks. Her clit and labia were fully swollen. In order to cum properly, though, she needed physical sensation to push her over the edge. "I wonder what your audience thinks of your little fetish." Jyora glanced around. Gylan had his arms crossed, seemingly amused by the whole affair. Reina's face didn't betray her emotions, but she did look like she was trying not to be too obvious rubbing up against one of the barn's support posts. Azalea had her hand under her dress, attempting to covertly masturbate. "You look like you are about ready. Who do you want to take you to bliss; or do you want to do it yourself?" Ellyn crooned. Jyora looked down. She felt vulnerable to be so horny and fully exposed in front of so many people. She imagined their eyes running over her body, lingering on her stiff nipples and the juices dripping down her thighs. At the same time, it felt liberating. Her body was doing the work of helping her open up in a way that she didn't anticipate, showing everyone how she felt without words. Tossing aside the last of her pride, she craned her neck to look into Ellyn's emerald eyes. Her unassuming attitude and gentle touch made her feel safe in this girl's arms; safe enough that she impulsively kissed her. "M'want you to," she mumbled. "Want me to what?" "I want you to give me an orgasm," Jyora pleaded. Ellyn smiled. "I'm more than happy to! Let's give them a good show. I'm looking forward to seeing what kind of face you make when you cum." Supporting Jyora in one arm, she started trailing kisses down her neck while her other hand snaked down to her soaking slit. Ellyn slowly burrowed her fingers through her swollen folds, causing her to arch her back and push her hips into the much-needed sensation. After circling the entrance to her vagina several times, her fingers slid effortlessly into her juicy depths. The vibrations felt much stronger on the inside. "I'm a bit jealous that affinity users are able to enjoy such fun magic." With her fingers well-buried inside, Ellyn started to thrust them in and out while circling Jyora's stiff clit with her thumb, flicking it with every other cycle, sending little jolts coursing through her spasming body. Jyora had given all vestiges of control to Ellyn; she was her little plaything. She squirmed around the invasive digits, whimpering her need as the squelching from her cunt became louder. Ellyn paused, holding up her hand to show the audience how soaked Jyora was. She gave the juices running down her hand a quick taste before plunging her fingers back inside. Jyora's breathing came in ragged gasps as she leaned her head back into the crook of Ellyn's shoulder, locking eyes and hoping they conveyed how good she was feeling, how hungry she was, how much she needed this, and how happy she was Ellyn was giving her what she needed. Crooking her fingers, Ellyn searched out the special spot at the top of the vagina she hoped would push Jyora over the edge. She must have found it because Jyora suddenly bucked twice. Her eyes rolled back as her body spasmed, clenching hard around Ellyn's fingers. Ellyn felt a sudden gush of liquid over her hand and small ripples around her fingers, followed by two more jerks of her body before she finally collapsed. Ellyn caught her and hoisted the exhausted girl into a more manageable position. Then she rewarded herself by sucking the savory juices off her hand before giving the limp girl a kiss on the forehead. "You have such a cute, sleepy face after you orgasm! I wish I could snuggle with you right now, but I need to go process Priscilla's milk and help Da shear Erinnah for Devin. I'll lay you down in the hay pile you fell into earlier so you can rest a little." "Well, that was quite the show, wasn't it, Devin, my lad? Never a dull moment around here!" Gylan laughed. "Uh, ya, it was something." "I'm gonna go fetch Erinnah. I'll be back shortly." To be continued in part 5, by Scholarly Mori for Literotica.

The Peddler & the Fairy: Part 3 The trio's idle hours are interrupted by an unexpected guest.In 10 parts, by Scholarly Mori. Listen to the Podcast at Explicit Novels. During the trek back to camp, Reina lagged behind. She felt a little awkward with her new family, but she was also giddy. 'I can't believe I finally found a herd-mate!' she thought. 'He's not what I imagined he'd be; he's not even the same species, but he didn't mind my oddities or disfigurement, and he; he actually kissed them!' She put her hands to her face, blushing at the memory. [[MORE]] 'Speaking of kisses, Azalea kissed me, as well, and on the lips no less. What did that mean? Did it mean anything? Is that normal? What is considered normal for humans and fairies? I guess I can only try to play it by ear and see how things develop.' Arriving at Devin's camp, she assessed her new home. "Your camp looks clean and well organized. I would expect no less from my herd-mate." "Thanks! I try to keep it that way. Food scraps tend to attract wild animals, and I like knowing where everything is." Reina looked toward the wagons. The largest barrels had round stone plates on top and bottom, lashed together with rope. Ice clung to the sides and rim of the barrels. "You mentioned you were a merchant. What do you sell?" Reina asked. "Before I answer that, how much do you two know about human society?" "I have not had many interactions with humans. When I was very young, my parents took me with them to the human capital, but all I remember is a lot of people and tall buildings." She shrugged. "The Northern kingdom is an alliance of demi-human tribes and the old kingdom of Lindone. There are three major human cities: Thawdenn, Iceford, and Merport, with a smattering of smaller towns and homesteads across the region. Because of the poor growing environment, milk is an important staple, especially during the winter months. Because there are very few holstaurs this far north, compared to the Middle Kingdom, sheep-girl and satyr milk have become the primary alternative -- mainly because they endure cold better, and sheep girls have the added benefit of producing wool," Devin explained as he started to break camp. "So you're a milk merchant?" inquired Reina. "Mostly. I buy milk wholesale from Thawdenn and resell it in Iceford or one of the smaller settlements, charging a slightly higher price, plus a delivery and handling fee. I sometimes also barter for other demi-human commodities: lamia venom, sheep-girl wool, spools of arachne silk, pollen from alraune, the occasional order of milt, and caviar from Merport, plus a few other things." "That sounds like a lucrative enterprise." "It's a modest living. Everyone needs something to be moved from one place to another, so I figured the prospects with that as a profession would be stable." "Are these stone plates responsible for this?" Reina asked while tapping the ice on one of the barrels. "Yes. Those specific ones are called chill runes. Think of them as a pre-cast spell. Runes are flexible and convenient for non-affinity users. They can be applied to many different materials for a variety of effects, but they have many limitations, too, mainly duration and availability. I'm not sure exactly how they are made, but I think they take blood as a fuel source." "Impressive you have multiples of these." "Enough for each milk barrel, but they'll expire soon, so I hope you don't mind the hasty departure, but it's almost noon, and we have quite a bit of distance to cover. We'll be heading out as soon as we are packed," Devin announced. When the wagon was fully loaded, and Devin was hitching up the bay, Reina put a hand on his arm. "May I be allowed to pull the wagon?" "You can, but why?" he challenged with a stunned expression. Reina patted the old bay. "I can't, in good conscience, let this elderly horse do all the work alone. I would like to assist her." "That's fine with me, but I don't have a spare harness. I'll have to rig something, and it probably won't be comfortable." "I am not concerned about a little discomfort." A warm smile broke out on her face. Reina positioned herself next to the bay as Devin tied some spare rope into an assortment of loops. Then he placed them around Reina's lower torso and behind her front legs. "How is it? Not too tight?" Devin checked. "It's a little rough, but it will suffice." Devin climbed into the driver's seat, and Azalea took up her favorite perch on his shoulder. He gave the reins a test pull. "Can you feel that?" Reina felt a little tug on her left side, then the other. "Yes." "Let me know if you become too tired," he offered. With a flick of the reins, the wagon jerked forward. Reina watched the bay, timing their movements together. Progress was slow at first, but Reina soon settled into a complementary gait. As they neared the treeline, Devin pulled the wagon to a halt. "How are you feeling, Reina?" "This is quite invigorating," she panted, "although this area is getting a bit sore." She rubbed where the rope was chafing her skin. Devin thought for a moment, then rummaged around the wagon bed. "This might help." He placed some burlap fabric between her skin and the rope. "Better?" "Yes, thank you." Devin stood on the wagon and poked his head above the trees, checking the highway for signs of people. Seeing none, he climbed back into his seat, and the trio made their way down to the road. "What a magnificent example of human ingenuity," Reina commented. "Half right. The king's highway is the cooperation between humans and demi-humans." "I remember my mother mentioning it when I asked her about human culture once," reminisced Azalea. "It was the answer to the problem of particularly harsh winters that would strand many tribes and stymy trade. Though, I think it's mostly taken for granted now," Devin mused. When she was guided to the edge of the road, Reina had to maneuver a bit to clear the lip of the embankment. Its construction was mostly crushed rock overlaid with packed earth, slightly higher than the surrounding environment. She stopped a moment to wipe the sweat off her forehead. "It has been quite a while since I've exerted myself this much. I don't know how this poor creature managed it for so long." She patted the bay's head. "So we are headed to Iceford, herd-mate?" "Yes, but we'll make a detour to my friend's homestead," Devin answered. "I have never been to this part of the region. Excuse me for a moment." She pulled up the blanket covering her backside, squatted, and urinated. Devin cocked an eyebrow. "Do you have a pee fetish or something?" Reina hid a smile behind her hand, "For many demi-humans, urine contains a great deal of information about an individual, but to answer your question, no, I do not. The fact you've seen me urinate so much is purely coincidental. In this specific instance, though, there is a custom among Whitehorns called poronkusema. When we start a new migration into a region we are unfamiliar with, we measure the distance based on how often we need to empty our bladder." "That's one way to do it, I guess." "Maybe I should have done the same thing when I flew here from my village," Azalea quipped. -- The sun was slowly warming the crisp morning air as the trio set off west. Usually, Devin passed the dull kilometers daydreaming of a more exciting life, but now that he had it, he was glad for the long hours. He needed time to plan and think about certain changes he'd have to make in the future. "Reina." Looking over her shoulder, "Yes, herd-mate?" "Is this something you want to do full time, or until I find a new horse?" "If your cargo doesn't get much heavier, I am confident I can fulfill this role." "I don't usually fill it beyond this amount. I'm assuming you are equally confident in snow?" "Yes, more so, even." 'That would lessen my concerns quite a bit. Horses are expensive, and Gylan might not even have a spare to let me borrow or sell.' He thought. For his bay's sake, he never did much winter trading when the snows became deep. This might be an opportunity if Reina was offering and proficient at winter travel. He had to consult with a wainwright about getting a proper harness for her. The rest of the day was uneventful. Reina would stop roughly every seven kilometers and urinate. Azalea passed the time humming or sketching the landscape, but she eventually grew bored and pulled out a separate sketch pad bound with a thick cord. "Hey, Reina!" Reina's ear swiveled backward at the sound of her name. "Can I sketch your ass?" Azalea requested matter-of-factly. "You want to sketch my what, ?!" "Your ass! It's very cute, and I want to preserve it for, posterior-ty!" Azalea grinned at Devin. "Haven't you seen enough of her ass?" Devin solicited. "Can you ever have too much of something that's nice to look at?" challenged Azalea. "It beats staring at trees the whole time," Devin relented. "If it makes Azalea stop making bad puns, then please say yes, Reina." 'Why am I so embarrassed whenever I interact with Azalea,' Reina thought. Aside from the threesome they had this morning, when her embarrassment was superseded by her horniess, she always felt a bit flustered around her. Blushing, Reina pulled the blanket up, giving the two an eyeful of her shapely rump. They didn't say anything, but she could feel their eyes wandering over her. Out of the corner of her eye, she saw Azalea start to sketch. "You have a graceful walk, Reina," Devin extended. "Th, thank you, herd-mate." Each footfall was firm and sure as her legs and haunch muscles tensed and rippled with the strain of each step. She shook her head just as a breath of wind caused the filigree in her antlers to catch the light, scattering the sun across the silky hair fluttering behind her. It definitely enhanced her assumed queenly persona. "I'm done!" Azalea announced two hours later. She handed Devin her sketch pad. He held it up, comparing it to the real thing. Azalea's giftedness was quite evident. Devin was impressed by the way Azalea used shadow to imply the location of her muscles and provide depth to the finer details of her more intimate bits, especially the grooved lines of her anus and slight creases of her labia. The attention she applied to Reina's fur stood out the most, creating the illusion of movement and softness and making the image seem more real than it should. "Subject matter aside, you're an amazing artist," he commended. "One of the few things I'm great at," She said smugly. "That sketchbook contains a collection of all my most memorable and favorite drawings. Flip to the beginning and see!" Devin turned to the first page, and it made more sense why Azalea chose Reina as her theme. "Azalea, your collection is extensively detailed drawings of demi-human genitalia?" he asked, incredulous. "Uh-huh! Well, not all of them, but they are all people I've met, or care about. Aren't they amazing?! Look at all the different shapes and sizes! Isn't this one cute? Can you believe how big that one is? Isn't the shape of this one fascinating?!" Devin shook his head. The sketches weren't sexual in nature. They were so academic that they just needed labels for it to be some kind of indecent demi-human field guide. "Not sure I want to ask if you peeped on all these people naked so you could draw them." "Of course not! That would be rude and creepy. I casually go up to them and ask. It's not my fault if they think I'm a Leannin Sidhe." "A what?" "They are cousins to us fairies, but eccentric and obsessed with art, drawing, composing music, singing, stuff like that." "So you don't clarify that you're a fairy." "Well; not exactly, but it's fine. They were all happy to pose for me." Halfway through the sketches, the theme changed. Devin had to ask, "Is this your village?" "Yes. It's very boring, but quaint enough to live in, I suppose." Very much in tune with the natural surroundings, her village did look cozy. There were tiny doors and windows in trees, fallen logs, and the sides of hills. Its fairy inhabitants looked similar to Azalea, with a wide array of brightly-colored clothing. The scenes looked like what you'd find at any human town: fairies perusing market stalls, some singing to small audiences, all of them going about their daily lives. The last two pages were a panorama. "Oh, that's my classmates after we graduated. They wanted to relax after all our studying, so they went to the communal baths to unwind." "They didn't invite you?" Devin inquired. "No, but I went anyway. It's normally used by the whole village, but it was early enough in the day so we were the only ones there." Azalea pointed to a spot in the upper left corner. "The bath is fed by a large creek diverted into two channels. The first feeds five waterfalls where we wash before going into the main area." Azalea pondered over the picture a moment. "This is Lilac under the first falls, she has a well-rounded knowledge of many topics, especially anatomy. Unlike me, she has no problem remembering all those unnecessarily long names. Next to her is Magnolia, she's soft-spoken and very clumsy, in a cute way". "Any examples?" Azalea put her hand to her chin. "We once went foraging in the forest. She tripped over a root. Luckily, I was behind her, so I had a front-row seat, and it was my first time seeing under her dress. She has a beauty mark on her left cheek. Also, I'm sure she has the biggest clit out of all the girls." "You would notice things like that," Devin commented and laughed. She circled her fingers and looked through them at him. "As an artist, I have a quick and discerning eye for detail, life-mate." "Indeed," Devin said amused. "Where was I? Oh yes, this lovey-dovey couple is Camellia and Reed. They've been together for years. They go everywhere and do everything together. She says her long, golden hair is high maintenance, so she has Reed help wash it, but I think it's just an excuse to feel his penis between her thighs." "I can relate! I appreciate a certain fairy's thighs wrapped around mine." "You did?! I'm glad, life-mate!" She pounced on him, hugging his neck. They shared a kiss before going back to the picture. "The second channel feeds the main bath. I think it can fit twenty-five fairies comfortably, maybe a few more if they sit on these mossy rocks surrounding the edge. "Life-mate, here's a fun little secret. This moss feels really good on a bare cunt. Imagine soft, bunny-girl fur between your legs. This one especially makes it easy for a little stealth masturbation." She leered at an unassuming rock protuberance. "Easy to hide wet spots in the bath," Devin speculated. "That was my exact thinking, too! Too bad it's not a hot bath, or else it'd be easier to hide a flushed face as well." She giggled. "Let's see, who else? Oh, this is Chrysanthemum. She's quite athletic. It's fun to watch her boobs bounce around when she exercises. She doesn't talk much, though. When she's bathing, she just eats the fruits hanging from these vines and people-watches. Unlike these two," Azalea said and tapped the page, "Myrtle and Hazel, they love to gossip, mostly about Hyacinth. They don't do it maliciously, though. "Speaking of which, this is Hyacinth." Devin followed her finger to a fairy with tied-up blonde hair and a pair of alluring emerald eyes. "She's the class tease, always flirting with the boys. She's giving poor Sorrell a handjob while he watches Lily grope Marigold. I say poor because she has a bit of a mean streak. She never brings them to climax, always leaving them with blue balls. I overheard some of the boys say her hands feel amazing, so maybe it's worth the discomfort. Now that I think about it, they do get them more often in the bath. Maybe it takes more work to get them hard in cold water?" "And this is Lily and Marigold?" Devin asked. "Yep, Lily has the flattest chest in the class. She enjoyed groping all the big girls, especially Marigold, who's the largest aside from me." "She never groped you?" "She did. Got my nipples hard on quite a few occasions, but when my little nymphomania secret got out, she stopped." "So, let me get this straight. You went to the baths with your classmates even though they essentially ostracized you for having a high sex drive?" Azalea twiddled her thumbs. "Even if I can't get close to people and they don't talk to me, I still like to be around them." Devin scooped up Azalea and cuddled with her for a moment. "I hope our time together makes up that." Azalea nuzzled him back. "It already has, life-mate! I've been happier than I've been in a long time! It hasn't even been two days, and already I've had so much fun with you. and now that Reina's here, it's been double the fun!" Reina smiled. "I too am looking forward to our future together, Azalea." Devin set Azalea down. "So, fairies aren't normally as horny as you?" "Faires, no; pretty conservative, the bath thing was just them goofing around. Our Leannin Sídhe cousins, on the other hand, are much more so. They express their sexuality through art, so they can get away with the 'its art' excuse. Pixies, though, the little addicts, sex to them is basically saying hello. The one time I went to one of their villages looking for a life-mate, four of them were going at it in the town square while casually discussing what to eat later. No one batted an eye. They'll do anything whenever, wherever." "And that didn't appeal to you?" "It was tempting, but Pixies just love the pleasure. For me, sex is fascinating to study and learn about; the pleasure is just a bonus. Also, they never leave their villages, that sounds boring to me." Devin nodded his understanding and flipped to the next page. "Oh, that one is my mom and her husband when they moved to the orc village!" A fairy with a face resembling Azalea, except a bit older with a smaller bust and short wavy hair, was standing on the open palm of a large, well-dressed orc. "You keep saying husband. Is he not your father?" "Hmm? Oh, no, he isn't." "Oh. I thought it odd you didn't call him dad. Wait, didn't you say fairies can only have offspring with other species?" "Huh? I don't think so? Maybe I didn't explain it well enough. Fairies can mate with other fairies, demi-humans, or humans, but offspring will always be fairies. Anyway, mom remarried and that picture was when she made her public announcement of marriage." The way Azalea hurried away from the topic of her biological father, Devin surmised she didn't want to talk about him. "The adjacent picture is the day after their marriage." Azalea's mom was in the bath, sitting on her husband's erect penis. "He's a bit of a shy sort when it comes to nudity around anyone but mom, but she managed to persuade him, saying she wanted to make sure they were both clean before drawing the lovecrest. "This was the first time we had all bathed together. I was sitting across from them. Mom was scrubbing his penis a little too vigorously and ended up making him cum all over me. He was mortified, but mom and I had a good laugh while reassuring him it was alright." 'I see where her lewd side came from.' Devin thought. "So, your mom has a lovecrest too?" "She does, she is the one who taught me, but her's, has some unique additions." Azalea trailed off. "Anyway, she was able to take him first try, no problem. That's why I thought maybe you'd fit in me." "Well, your mom is, well, a mom. She had you, so that was bound to stretch her out a bit." Azalea sighed. "I hope so." The second-to-last page had a full-page image of a penis. 'This one looks oddly familiar,' he thought. "Azalea." "Yes, life-mate?" "Is this my penis?" "Isn't it lovely! I loved snuggling up to it this morning." "Is that going to happen every morning? "Of course. Who doesn't like breakfast in bed?" she snickered. Devin handed her sketchbook back. "So, what'd you think of my collection?" she buzzed. "It's, um, a very unique way to express your interests." "I can't wait to fill up more pages during our adventures!" she beamed. "I'm gonna go show Reina." She had just landed on Reina's shoulder when a large shadow passed overhead, drawing everyone's attention. Devin instinctively pulled the wagon to a stop. Azalea and Reina both looked back, eyes wide, as two large and glossy black wings enveloped Devin. "Hello, little brother," said a tenderly sensuous voice, "I have returned for my bi-weekly sibling bonding time!" "You know you don't have to, Mavis," Devin replied, nonplussed. "Don't be so cold. Is that any way to treat your big sister who hasn't seen you in such a long time?!" She hugged him tighter, resting her chest on top of his head. "It's only been two days." "Two days is an eternity when I spend all my time alone, flying across the broad swath of empty wilderness." She sniffled melodramatically. Devin brushed some of the feathers aside and looked up into the smiling ruby eyes of a slim woman in her mid-thirties. "Won't you give your lonely sister a kiss?" Devin lightly kissed one of her feathers. "Now, now! That won't do! Give your big sister a proper kiss." As Devin sighed, she shook a few strands of black hair from her face and bent down, pressing her soft lips into his in a not-quite-sensual, but definitely more than familial, kiss. She probed his lips questioningly with her tongue, but he kept them firmly closed. Mavis looked disappointed. "You normally love our little make-out sessions." "M'not today," he muttered. "Is it because you're embarrassed to show how close we are to your friends? Oh well, I guess I can settle for this to stave off my loneliness for a while, but next time it will be full tongue!" she cooed. Azalea, getting over her initial surprise, fluttered up to the harpy calling herself Devin's sister. "Oh, hello, are you a friend of my brother's? Would you like a kiss too?" she proposed alluringly. "He's my life-mate, and I have a hard time believing you're his sister, given the obvious differences." "You don't believe me? Can't you see the family resemblance?" She rested her head on Devin's shoulder so Azalea could compare. "See? Perfect family resemblance!" she chuckled. Azalea folded her arms and rolled her eyes. "She's technically right, Azalea," assured Devin, "though it's more accurate to say I'm her adopted brother. We were childhood friends growing up. I was eighteen when my parents passed away, so Mavis' family took me in." Mavis mussed his hair. "And that's why he has my family's last name. We are just as close as any biological siblings." Azalea mulled over this explanation a moment. "If you're life-mate's sister, then; then that makes you my sister too?!" "I'm not sure that's how it wor―" Devin tried to say. Azalea exploded in excitement. "I've never had a sibling! What do sisters normally do together?! Try on each other's clothes?! Bake sweets?! Pick flowers?! I could make you a pretty―!" Devin plucked her out of the air, muffling her in his hand. "You found a sweet girl, Devin! I like her -- very spunky. She's just what you need to experience the more exciting parts of life," Mavis said. "Actually, she found me." "Is that so?" Mavis stole Azalea out of Devin's hand and pulled her close. "You want to hear some interesting stories about him?" "Most definitely!" She nodded enthusiastically. "He peeked at me several times in the bath." "She complained she couldn't wash her back properly," Devin interjected. "That was the first night I moved in and before I became aware of your hobby of teasing me. I got in trouble with your father for that." "You say trouble. I call it life experience." "He was such a naughty brother, Azalea -- always trying to glance under my tail feathers." "You mean you enjoyed giving me a hard time by wearing next to nothing when lounging around the house," he clarified. "I think you mean hard-on," she teased. "Clothes are such a bother, anyway, when you don't leave the house." Turning her attention back to Azalea, "That wasn't the most daring thing he did, Azalea. He was even brazen enough to sneak into my bed once and spoon me." "She snuck into MY bed, in MY room, and rubbed her ass against me." "You liked it, and I could tell you wanted to cum." "Did not." "Well, technically, yes, I couldn't tell since you had a lot of pre-cum and a very wet dream." Azalea patted them both on the head between laughs. "You two are so cute together, and he does produce a lot of pre-cum. I'll have to try giving him a wet dream sometime, too." Azalea giggled. "Oh, so you know! He was so mean to me that night, Azalea. Imagine it: it's late at night, and you get those tingles, that deep itch that can only be scratched by someone with fingers, but he's fast asleep! So what am I to do but try to scratch it myself with the nearest long, hard object, but the angles are all wrong to get it inside, so all I end up doing is making him get my tail feathers all sticky. Then, when he wakes up, instead of helping me, he leaves the room embarrassed!" she mock-cried. Azalea put her hands on her hips. "Life-mate, shame on you, it's written in the younger brother handbook that he has the responsibility to take care of the sexual needs of his older sister." "First, I wasn't expecting her to be in my bed rubbing up against my morning wood. Second, I wasn't ready to fertilize her eggs, and third, I'm positive and glad no such book exists," he claimed with exasperation. "He can be quite the stick-in-the-mud, can't he, Azalea? I tried many times to wash his penis, to search out his favorite spots, but he always found an excuse to avoid me." "You want me to tell you where they are?" Azalea whispered conspiratorially. "I can hear you when you're right next to me, you know. If you two are quite done teasing me, I would like to know if you have any messages." Reina sighed. "Always business first. Yes, I do, but first, look!" She spread her wings and did a little spin in the back of the wagon. "Brand new uniforms! Doesn't this purple and yellow beret look professional?" She adjusted it smartly. "It even has our emblem of a talon clutching a scroll embroidered on it, and isn't this black leather jerkin with alternating purple and yellow trim fashionable? I still need help to put it on and take off, but it's a lot quicker now since they moved the brass buckles to the sides. "The only thing I dislike are these tight, form-fitting breeches. The short belted skirt over it is cute, but how am I supposed to show off my trim ass if it's being covered?" "I'm sure your ass wasn't even a consideration for your boss." "Sadly, you're right, even though I'm his fastest harpy at Wing and Claw Delivery. Speaking of asses, I thought I eyed you covering yours just before I landed, Miss Quiet Whitehorn." Reina had been silently listening and not in any particular hurry to enter the conversation. "A lady would never do such a thing in public," She deflected. "Is that so? I have a pretty good eye, especially for asses, and I'm positive I saw yours for a brief moment." "I asked to se―" Devin muffled Azalea with his hand again. "How about I introduce you two," Devin cut in. "Mavis, this is Reina D Virtsa. She's traveling with Azalea and I. Reina, as you've already heard, this is my older sister, Mavis Ebonplume." "It's a pleasure to meet you, Miss Ebonplume." "Likewise, Miss Virtsa." "Returning to business matters, I have a client who has a big commission they want you, specifically, to fulfill; if you're up to it," Mavis announced. "Oh? Who, and what's the commodity?" Devin queried. "For now, they would like to remain anonymous but will have the written request completed in a few days. If you could stop by the office, I'll be able to give it to you then." "Alright, I'll be making a detour at Gylan's farm, so it'll be about two or three days." "That's fine. It's not an urgent or time-sensitive request. Anyway, I've used up all my break time and need to be off to deliver the rest of these." She shook the large satchels hanging under her wings. "Love you! I'll see you in a few days!" Mavis spread her wings, did a test flap, and then took flight heading east. "Your sister is fun to be around, life-mate! I can't wait to see her again!" "I'm glad you two got along, even if it was at my expense." -- Managing a few more kilometers before sunset, the trio found a decent place to camp for the night. Devin served up a meal of baked potatoes and wild chives that Reina found. Azalea was the first to finish eating, falling asleep soon after leaving Reina and Devin alone with the fire. "Are you feeling sore, Reina?" Devin broke the silence. "It was a bit more exertion than I anticipated, but I will grow accustomed to it." Again, the two sat in silence for some time around the crackling fire, listening to the crickets' nightly song. "Your sister really cares for you, herd-mate." "She does. She's always been highly independent and proactive at doing whatever she puts her mind to, but she was never too busy to check up on me. She keeps trying to get me to quit being a merchant and come live with her, but I don't know how she could afford me not working. She can't make that much at her job. She keeps telling me she has an alternative income but never elaborates where from." "Even still, you never considered her offer?" "I like being a merchant and love traveling. Besides, if I had, I never would've met you or Azalea." Reina tried to hide a smile. "That's true." Devin got up and joined Reina on her side of the fire. "Wha; what are you doing, herd-mate?" "Just wanting to hold your hand." "Of course, but I've just never done it in an intimate way before, is this part of human courtship? I don't know anything about how humans bond. It hasn't even been a day since we met and things have all happened so fast. I'm sorry if ―." Devin suddenly kissed her lips. She stiffened in surprise, then felt her worry melt away as their lips lingered together. Settling back he squeezed her hand. "There isn't really any 'right way', go at our own pace," he assured her. "How do Whitehorns conduct their courtship?" Reina pondered a moment. "When Whitehorns come of age, both females and males leave their family to join other herds. Most males join together in 'bachelor bands.' During mating season, they will sparr with one another to demonstrate their physical and charismatic prowess to claim the right to be the first to ask potential females. Candidates are chosen based on pedigree, personality, looks, fertility, etc. The female can then either decline or accept to create their own separate herd as a pair or a group. "The male will choose a primary female. Together, they will co-manage duties between themselves: when and where to migrate, who to trade with, and diplomatic-related duties with other herds or other demi-human tribes. The male will eventually mate with all the females of the herd, but the primary female chooses when and sometimes with who. She does that to maintain the resources balance within the herd. Offspring are raised communally, allowing females without offspring to work with mothers to gain experience and allow other mothers a chance to rest." Devin leaned his head on Reina's side. "Do you miss your family?" "I am unsure of my feelings about them right now. My family was never very openly affectionate, and my father was rather stern most of the time. Being the oldest child, they probably had expectations of me, but they never verbalized them or hinted at their wishes. They were probably disappointed that I'm thirty and never found a herd-mate." "Till now." She smiled. "Yes, until now, but I am uncertain how they would view our; unique relationship. I've never heard of another of my kind in a similar situation." "Relationships like ours seem to be rare. In my travels, I've seen only a handful of similar partners. When we first met, you said you were on your way to catch up with your herd?" "I did. This time of year is our bi-annual migration to our winter home. I had many things dwelling on my mind, so I decided to travel alone for a while so I could think about things," Reina mused. "And, " he prodded. "And?" "How did the bramble come into play?" he asked. Reina looked down. "It was a rash decision, and my stress was quite high; and I needed some relief." "Will they miss you when you don't turn up?" Devin pushed further. "I don't know. I've been left to my own devices for many years now. I doubt they would miss me." "I'd like to think, on some level, most parents want to at least know if their children are safe," Devin stated with sympathy. "If you want, you can write a letter and have Mavis deliver it. Might give you some closure." "I'll think about it." Reina started to feel warm near the fires, so she removed her coat. She still felt a little vulnerable removing her outerwear. Out of habit, she moved to cover her scars but saw Devin watching her and folded her hands instead. "Do they really not bother you?" she asked quietly. Reina tensed as Devin made a move to touch them, but with a mischievous smile, he started tickling her. Surprised, she attempted to fend off his attacks but ended up laughing more than defending. He continued his onslaught for a few minutes and managed to roll Reina onto her side before stopping. "Feel more relaxed?" He grinned. She nodded, catching her breath and wiping happy tears from her eyes. "I wasn't expecting that." Devin helped her back up. "It was a spur-of-the-moment decision." After a pause, he continued, "I'm still curious as to how you got them." Reina took a deep breath. "I; my sister and I were kidnapped by slavers." "Wait, you were victims during that slaver attack thirteen years ago!?" "I was. I tried to protect my sister, or at the very least, keep her in the group I was in. They didn't like my protests that much." "So they whipped you," he said bluntly and with a tinge of anger. Reina nodded. They both fell silent, letting the weight of Reina's story sink in. "I'm sorry about your sister." "I mourned for her and had nightmares for several years." Devin pulled Reina into a hug. "I'm sorry you had to go through that." "Thank you, herd-mate. I no longer have nightmares, so these scars are the only reminder of that time. "I'll do my best, and I'm sure Azalea will as well, to make sure you enjoy life from now on." "I am still getting used to Azalea's; unreserved nature, but I know she means well." "I don't know if it'll help, but you might try viewing your scars not as a stigma of your failure to protect your sister but as a testament to your courage and survival. Think if you hadn't. If a few minor injuries were the price for freedom, I'd say it was a pretty cheap cost." "I've never thought of it that way. I'll try to, herd-mate. I suppose the only other good thing that came from that event was my father hugged me for the first time when we returned home." "See! He does care for you." Devin tried to encourage her. Reina just looked into the fire thoughtfully. They interlocked and intertwined their fingers as silence settled over the camp, each attending to their own thoughts. "Reina, I've been meaning to ask about our; mating earlier. I was wondering if we hadn't come along, what was your plan if you got pregnant?" "I hadn't really thought about the repercussions," she admitted. "I'm ok with bearing your offspring if that's what you're implying?" "My preferences aside, I really want to hear your feelings." Reina looked into Devin's eyes. "I'm not against the idea, nor am I particularly eager to rush things. I am already more than happy to spend time traveling with you and Azalea for the time being. Not to mention, the orgasms you two gave me were quite satisfactory," she commended. They continued watching the fire, enjoying each other's closeness. Reina tried to stifle a yawn. Devin leaned against her, imagining no other place he'd rather be than right here, warm and content. "I bet you're going to sleep well tonight with all the exercise you got." "I will, but I am sure I will feel sore tomorrow." "Maybe we can alleviate that some." Reina watched curiously as he straddled her back. Placing his hands on her shoulders, he began a slow, deep massage. "I've found one of the best things in life is a massage right before bed and right when you wake up." "I can see why." She hummed delightedly. "Let me get this out of the way." She undid the clasp behind her neck, and her large breasts revealed their freedom with a slight bounce. She rolled her neck and shoulders, which tossed the fabric to the side. "Wearing clothes feels so confining at times." "Aside from pulling human wagons, you must get sore fairly regularly being so well endowed." Reina weighed them in her hands thoughtfully. "All the females from my family were blessed with a voluminous bust. I have become accustomed to the discomfort." "You shouldn't have to! You can ask me for a massage any time." "Such an attentive herd-mate. I'll be sure to take you up on your offer." Encouraged by her little purrs of pleasure, he tried to focus on the massage but kept getting distracted by her ample cleavage. He thought of how to ask to touch them when Reina took the initiative. "If you are going to be thorough, herd-mate, you are going to have to massage these as well." She smirked, placing her arms behind her head and thrusting her chest out. "As my queen desires." Thinking he was making fun of her, "M'not really royalty, you know." "I'm aware, but I already consider you my queen." Devin leaned in and kissed the back of her ear. Heat flooded Reina's face, and she tilted her head down, blushing profusely. "You're also incredibly adorable when you're embarrassed." Reina took a few breaths to calm her fluttering heart. "When I was very young, two human nobles and their retinue visited our herd." Devin scooted closer, his hands kneading the delicate muscles around the base of her breasts, ready to listen to her story. "Father didn't inform me as to the nature of their visit. I had no interest, either -- that is, until I saw the nobleman's wife, sitting upon her carriage, regal, indifferent as if the mediocrity of everyday life was beneath her." "What'd she look like?" he asked. She closed her eyes to bring back the memory. "Her hair was dark as walnut, braided into a crown around her head. She wore a sapphire-embedded coronet. An emblem of blue roses embroidered the entirety of her billowy dress. She looked so striking compared to what I was used to seeing; I was enchanted by her. "They stayed with us for a week. I wanted to talk with her, get to know her, but I rarely saw her outside her tent. For the first few days, I tried sneaking peeks at her, but I wasn't very discreet, and she shooed me away." Reina was so engrossed in telling her story that she failed to notice Devin's massage transition from a wholesome alleviation of soreness and tension to a more lewd nature. He experimentally cupped the oversized mounds in his hands, enjoying the luscious flesh squishing between his fingers. "On my fourth attempt," Reina continued, "I went at night. She was humming a song while brushing her hair. This time, though, she sighed when she noticed me. She ushered me in. Then she put her brush down, demanding to know why I kept disturbing her. I told her I was infatuated by her, the way she conducted herself, her lifestyle. "Whether she was bored or genuinely amused, I couldn't tell, but she invited me back to listen to her stories about growing up as a noble and how court life was conducted. Before she left, she gave me a book on etiquette. I ended up reading it so many times, I wore it out." "An interesting choice for a role model." He remarked, lightly brushing her large gray-brown areola with his fingertips. "My family and friends thought it cute, at first, but things became rather awkward between us when they realized it wasn't temporary." Devin slid from her back, taking his place in front of her. "People seem to latch on to what they admire, and coincidentally, I'm admiring these cute, little inverted nipples!" Reina looked down at his fingers teasing the slight indentations. "They are from my mother's side. Please be gentle. They are super sensitive." A low moan escaped her lips as he coaxed her left nipple from its hiding place, its stiffness hinting at her arousal. The right one proved less forthcoming, so he placed his lips over the stubborn nub and alternated sucking and pinching until it popped out stiffly. Reina pushed her chest forward, hugging his head in her arms as he suckled." That feels wonderful, herd-mate! Please don't stop." Devin increased the pressure in his mouth as he relaxed in the tenderness of her hug. Her warmth and her smell nurtured his love for this lovely young woman. Like with Azalea, he was going to do everything he could to make her happy and strengthen this bond. After several minutes of their intimate embrace, Reina gently pushed him away. "I'm sorry, herd-mate. That feels fantastic, but I won't be able to have an orgasm just from that. Allow me a few moments to cool down. We should probably get ready for bed. Would you please assist me?" It didn't sit right with Devin -- getting Reina all worked up then leaving her without satisfaction. As he helped remove the filigree from her antlers, he mentally tossed around a few ideas. "Could you attend to my fur, please?" She handed him a well-worn brush made of antlers and etched with trees and flowers. Her coarse outer fur was well adapted to protecting against snow. Her wispy, under-fur was silky and suited to resisting cold. "Reina, until we find an adequate means of birth control, have you ever tried anal?" "You mean mating with, that hole?" She pulled her tail in protectively. "Do people do that?!" "Not everyone likes it," Devin admitted while stroking her flank. She looked at him. "Wouldn't that hurt?" "Not with the right preparations. It might feel a bit more intense than vaginal, though." She bit her lip, wrestling with the idea. Seeing her hesitation. "We'll go as slow as you want, and you can tell me at any point if it's uncomfortable or hurts." With curious trepidation she let him pull her tail to the side. Right away, she shivered at the slight brush against her anus. Unlike a centaur's, Reina's anus depressed slightly inward. Human-like in texture, it was smooth and pale-ish pink. He caressed the velvety sphincter, getting her used to the sensation. "Should I stay in this position, herd-mate?" "Whichever is more comfortable for you," he replied gently. Reina remained lying down. She couldn't see exactly what he was doing, but every time his fingers made contact, little goosebumps appeared on her arms. Knowing her nervousness wouldn't help loosen her up, he considered different approaches to help her relax and have a little fun at the same time. He wondered how much teasing she could endure. Switching targets, he caressed her slit with the back of his knuckle. She was still mostly dry, so he helped her along by giving her a few playful licks. She muffled a squeal at the sudden sensation. "Sorry, I've never had anyone lick me there before." "I'm honored to be the first." Devin took another taste and an extended lick, letting his tongue slowly trail into the smooth recess of her body. He snaked his tongue up and over, staying just out of reach of her clit and vagina. His saliva mixed with her juices as her body began to leak her natural lubricant. His purposeful avoidance of all the places she wanted his tongue the most was making her all squirmy. She kept trying to angle herself to get more of his tongue, but he kept adjusting to her movements. "Are you enjoying teasing me, herd-mate?" "Most definitely. I think you're ready for something more direct." "Please!" She whined. Devin peeled her dripping lips apart. Her insides blossomed into view -- dark red, swollen, and drooling for more. Again, Devin sensuously trailed his tongue, from Reina's perspective, agonizingly slow toward the source of her need. Pausing just above her opening, he waited. "Pleeease, herd-mate!" she begged. With a smile, he plunged his tongue as deep as he could. She issued a guttural moan, and her cunt gushed at the sudden intrusion. He slurped and swirled his tongue, drinking as much of her as he could as he tried to get deeper. The more he lapped, the more she drenched his tongue. Coming up for air, he licked the juices dripping from his chin and admired his handiwork. When she turned to look at him, her eyes full of lust, he challenged, "Ready for more?" "I love what you're doing, but I thought we were; gonna do the other thing." "We are. I just got a little carried away enjoying how you taste." "I'll let you lick me anytime if this is the feeling I have to look forward to," she panted. "Just a little more." He eyed her clit peeking out from the bottom of her vulva, nicely glazed with her juices. He dove back in and swirled his tongue around the engorged nub. A passionate mewl encouraged him to play with it more. Pushing up from the bottom, he popped more of it out of hiding as he took it between his lips and sucked greedily. Her wiggling became earnest enough that he had to push her hips down. He hadn't forgotten the original purpose; he continued to feast as he transferred her lube to her anus. After a thorough coating, he slowly pushed his digit into her tight ring. Her sphincter resisted the initial push before yielding to his digit, and with a little fingering, widened enough for a second. Devin freed his erection and then stroked his length across her slit, replacing his fingers at her entrance. He pushed forward firmly. Her anus was unsure if it was ready and constricted. Momentarily pausing his advance, he checked with her, "Does it feel ok, Reina?" "I feel so full. Please go slow," she pleaded. He pulled back a bit, applying another helping of lube to himself. His next attempt was easier. With the head fully entering her, he held still, allowing her to adjust. He felt her clench a few times. A nod from her gave him the go-ahead. Starting with small thrusts, he gradually switched to longer and deeper ones. "That feel better?" "The pressure feels really intense," she groaned. "Could you aim downward a little? It feels really good when you push in." He had to switch to a crouch to angle downward. He felt his glans rub the bottom of her rectum when he pushed in. "Like that?" "Yes, I can feel it, sorta, in my vagina." Reina's purring made her comfort apparent. He'd have liked to fist her again, but at this angle, he couldn't maneuver his arm properly, so he settled for rubbing her clit with his thumb. "I'm going to be sore back there, but I can't believe how good this feels," she mewed. He responded by thrusting faster and harder, his balls slapping the top of her cunt. "Rub my clit harder! I'm gonna cum!" He felt her orgasm surge through her. Her anus clenched, making his thrusting difficult but adding to the sensation. Her cum gushed over his hand. He waited until she finished. "Reina, try pushing me out." She bore down, and her rectal muscles tightened around him. That is when she felt him grabbing her hips and thrusting hard and deep a few more times before erupting in her. "Oh, I can feel your cum!" she exclaimed, continuing to squeeze her muscles until he collapsed on her back. Following a few deep breaths, Devin pulled out of her and stood up shakily, licking her juices from his hand. Unlike Azalea's, whose was watery and thin, Reina's was syrupy and thick. "Did you have fun?" "You said massages are great before bed. We can add orgasms are great, too!" They both laughed. Devin helped clean Reina then himself before snuggling up against her. "Azalea must be a deep sleeper if she managed to sleep through all that noise," he thought out loud. Reina looked at their diminutive, sleeping friend. "I'm sure she would have joined us if she were awake." "Imagining a vibrating fairy against your clit again?" "I'd pass out again if she did that." They smiled tiredly at each other. "Good night, my queen." "Good night, herd-mate." Sleep prevailed in the camp. To be continued in part 4, by Scholarly Mori for Literotica.

The Peddler & the Fairy: Part 1 Human merchant and fairy journey together.  In 10 parts, by Scholarly Mori. Listen to the Podcast at Explicit Novels. Chapter 1 Along the king's highway, among the edge of the tree line a small fairy flitted her way between the scraggly firs and majestic spruce. At first glance it appeared she had no particular destination in mind. She kept stopping every so often, perched on a branch and looked expectantly toward the road a few moments then then took off again. As she steadily made her way south she soon spotted a dot moving toward her in the distance. Landing once again on the edge of a branch she sat and kicked her dangling legs waiting for the dot to move closer. [[MORE]] Nearing a suitable distance the outline of a wagon soon came into view; a wagon pulled by an old bay horse. Four wheels with thick spokes carried tall sideboards formed an enclosed box. In that box tied down with ropes so they wouldn't jostle were thick kegs, large burlap sacks, few bundles of animal skins, and other things she didn't recognize. In front of this assortment of goods in the box seat of this buckboard style wagon sat a human, male, maybe in his late twenties, early thirties. On his feet were old boots having seen many a rough day of walking or heavy lifting. Above those were some leather breeches tied together with a belt. Dotting the belt was a dagger nestled between pouches of varying size. The belt was attached to a strap of leather running up to the man's shoulders. Wrapped securely were vials of different colored liquids. His lean yet sturdy frame was wrapped in a two piece set of shirts, a soft cotton white undershirt protected by a leather tunic securely tied with cordage forming V of at the neck. Draped along the backrest of the seat next to him was a long thick leathered cloak stained with mud and the cares of travel. Animal fur adorned the hood and shoulders. He gazed ahead unseeing, daydreaming, maybe of more interesting things then sitting slowly waiting for the miles to pass. The fairy looked poised to move toward the wagon, assessing its contents, the man and his horse. Making up her mind she bee-lined straight for the wagon. Feeling slightly nervous but also excited she landed on the seat next to the driver. "Hello human. What's your name?" She asked. Jumping slightly, the driver looked around startled. His eyes soon landed on the diminutive occupant next to him. She looked to be about six or seven inches tall. Four pairs of translucent wings dotted her back, glimmering with each slight movement bending the light into soft rainbow cascades. She wore a small transparent cloak of spider or maybe arachne silk interwoven with green vine patterns. Sitting upon her brow was a wreath of white 'pearly-everlastings'; a type of flower that grows in cold climates. Her hair was black with two thick braids, one behind each of her pointed ears, the rest was free flowing fanning down to her mid-back. Two tiny violet clematis flower petals draped down over her larger than expected breasts like little flaps hiding her nipples but doing nothing to conceal the sides. She had a bare midriff and a dress composed of four of the same type of petals but larger, hanging down to her knees. They covered her front, back and sides but left a gap between, offering a view of her proportioned thighs. She had stockings made of possibly the same material as the cloak but it was dyed slightly white complimenting her skin tone. She wasn't pale; she looked like she enjoyed spending just enough time outdoors to be sun-kissed but not enough for a tan, in other words, ruddy. A smattering of freckles powdered the bridge of a cute button nose. She carried two medium packed satchels under each arm, hanging from her shoulders. Her adorable face wore an expression of nervousness but also intensely energetic inquisitiveness. In short she looked nothing like the stories he'd heard or seen pictures in books. She wasn't fair skinned and twig thin. If he'd have to use three words to describe her they'd be: adorable, hardy, cuddly. Impatient playful amethyst eyes stared at him, awaiting an answer. Blinking several times to make sure he wasn't still daydreaming he reflexively answered her question: "Um, hello? I'm Devin Ebonplume, a traveling merchant." Gazing up at him the fairy broke into a smile and started barraging Devin with what sounded like her life story: "hi my name is Azalea and I finally came of age and left my home on a journey to find a life mate but I'm not so sure how and, " "Whoa, hold on." Devin cut in. "Slow down, start from the beginning at a slower pace please. "Sorry." Azalea said sheepishly. "It's been several years since I've talked to someone so I'm a little nervous." "My name is Azalea Ó Gallchobhair. I've left my village in search of a life-mate. I believe I may have found one but I'm uncertain if they will accept it and how to go about broaching the subject." Still trying to come to terms that a real fairy was having a conversation with him randomly out of the blue, and about her future love life no less; being curious (and insanely bored) a conversation might help pass the time. Devin thought for a moment. "If I may suggest, maybe just start with casual conversation, ask about hobbies, interests, maybe what you or they want out of the relationship. Ya know, get to know them." Azalea sat down cross-legged, her dress fanning out around her. "Good idea!" She exclaimed. "So, what hobbies do you have?" "Well I enjoy," Devin began then paused. 'Wait a minute.' He thought. Maybe it was not talking to anyone for a week or maybe he was just sluggish from sitting in the warm sun all day. His brain suddenly pieced together who this conversation was referring to. "This life-mate you're referring to," Devin began slowly, "it wouldn't happen to be me would it?" "Yup! Who else would it be about, silly?" There was a slightly awkward silence as Devin processed this information. Devin assumed she was talking about a boy fairy. "Is, is this common amongst your kind?" Devin asked. "Hmm, I wouldn't say it's common but it's not exactly rare either. My mother married an orc." She answered as if it was the most natural thing in the world. Another awkward silence as Devin tried to figure out what in the world this conversation had divulged into. How would that kind of relationship work? Thinking of the most blaring and maybe obvious problem first: "Forgive my ignorance." Isn't there, ya know, a slight size problem among, um, a pairing like that?" He queried. "Fairies are pretty stretchy." She answered, rocking back and forth. "If our life-mate is bigger than what we can handle, we have, other ways to please them." She giggled. Devin's imagination was actively trying to decrypt that last statement. "Ok, but why a human, or more importantly why me?!" "Well," She put her pointer fingers together cutely. "Several reasons: I'm very curious about human culture. I've heard they make super big villages out of trees & stone and there are tons and tons of different people who live together and they cook all kinds of tasty food!" "Also, you didn't look like a scary person. Your horse, even though she is really old, looks like she is strongly loyal to you so I figured you couldn't be a bad person if she trusts you." The information about his horse surprised him. He knew she was getting along in years but not that he had that level of rapport with her. Azalea continued on: "you look like you travel a lot. I've spent all my life in my village and really want to see the world." "And, lastly," Azalea continued in a slightly quieter voice "I, like to be stuffed." She rubbed her thighs together looking at Devin's crotch hungrily. "While I've never taken something quite as big as a human, I could fit you, maybe, probably?" Devin raised an eyebrow at this final reason. Maybe she just wanted a free ride with benefits. Taking a deep breath Devin gazed into her amethyst eyes looking for any type of alternative motive or mischievous but she appeared to be very serious. "Let me take a moment to think, this is all so sudden." "Okie." She chirped. Devin had heard of many inter-demi-human couples though never with a fairy. While he wasn't opposed to the idea he always kind of imagined it would be with a human girl, settling down in a town somewhere and, he wasn't quite sure what he'd do afterward. Azalea already said she wanted to travel and see new places so not settling down appeared to be a plus to her. He was also slightly concerned about her lack of caution. Coming right up to a random stranger, especially one much bigger than her and striking up a conversation out of the blue didn't seem the most sensible thing to do. Humans weren't known to always be the most benevolent of species. Fairies supposedly knew magic so maybe she wasn't as defenseless as she appeared. Mulling over the last issue of size; Azalea said it wouldn't be a problem. While sex alone wasn't a make or break decision he admitted he was slightly aroused by the idea of seeing her petite form wrapped around him. Mulling over these thoughts he looked back at his tiny guest. Devin's eyes widened slightly; she had the front petal of her dress lifted, legs splayed and three fingers stuffed into her cunt and her thumb circling her clit. A small wet puddle was beginning to form under her bottom. Her breathing was slightly heavy. She noticed him looking and smiled sweetly. She removed her fingers and spread her lips, offering a clear view of her vagina drooling a generous amount of lubricant. He was slightly impressed how swollen her lips were, they were downright puffy. He hadn't seen them in their non-aroused state so he wasn't sure she was naturally like that or if it was due to her excitement. She was obviously trying to tip his decision to a yes by offering further incentive. Azalea cocked her head to the side as if saying: "well, will you be my life-mate?" Tearing his eyes away from her cunt back to her eyes: "Is this something you really want? We come from completely different backgrounds and cultures?" "I've spent the last ten years looking for a life-mate, not just among humans but many other demi-humans. You're the first one to have seriously caught my fancy." She explained as she pulled the little hood covering her clit back rubbing it needfully. This whole conversation was surreal to Devin and also mystified him. He didn't think he had any particularly outstanding traits or features that made him stand out to a human, let alone a fairy. "Hypothetically if I did say yes, what would this, union entail?" "Well,” she mused, “I'd perform the love crest ritual, then I'd live with you, go where you go, see and experience all the new things and places we visited. You could show me how humans live, and I could teach you about fairy culture. though it's not very interesting in my opinion. When we camped for the night we could satisfy our needs as life-mates and cuddle afterwards around the fire." She said longingly. The pool continued to increase in size below her crotch. To Devin this sounded pretty reasonable. "I must warn you, while the places I stop have many interesting and fascinating things to see, the journey between them is rather dull." "That's fine, I can suck you off, or paint the passing scenery, masturbate, sing some fairy songs for you, ask you about human culture, you know, get to know each other kind of stuff." She said pragmatically. Devin mentally did a slight double take at her choice of activities to do when bored. He felt himself getting slightly hard thinking about the implications of this relationship. But he was still hesitant. The small amount of information they had so far exchanged did help in imagining their future life together but there were still so many unknowns. The offer was very tempting and he'd admit he had thought about having a companion on his travels many times during the moments just before sleep. Maybe he wasn't thinking entirely logical and more with his bottom half as he watched her fingers caress her seed sized pleasure button. Her expectant eyes continued to gaze at him awaiting his reply. It didn't seem like a bad relationship, she was very cute and her bubbly personality wasn't bad either. He had one last question. "Are you always this horny?" She thought for a moment. "Yes? But I'm usually only open about it to people who I trust or want to be friends with. Or, when I'm trying to sway a certain someone's decision." She winked, stopping her rubbing momentarily to flash him another look. Taking a deep breath Devin said: "Ok, I'll be your life-mate or whatever your custom is. What is this ritual you mentioned we have to do? Find someone to marry/bind us, make a magical pact or something?" Stopping her hand mid shlick, Azalea jumped up excitedly. "Basically the second option. We call it a love crest and it binds the pair together and bestows several benefits." Licking her fingers clean of her juices she dexterously removed her cloak, top and dress. Turning around she bent over and started rummaging around her satchels for something. Devin's eye was instantly drawn to her cute little ass, happily swaying back and forth. He made note her hips and thighs had slightly more thickness than would have been expected on such a tiny frame. Finding what she was looking for she turned around holding out two small glass bottles and a brush. Plopping down in a sitting position once again (avoiding the puddle she made earlier) she leaned back on the benches' backrest and started drawing, or more accurately painting something on her lower abdomen. Watching her for several minutes he remarked: "you're very skilled at painting, it must be hard in that position." "Thanks, it's one of my favorite things to do. I like drawing village life, animals, and pretty things. This is the first time I've drawn a love crest though." "After several minutes Devin was getting the impression he had seen the thing she was drawing somewhere before. Searching his memory, he seemed to recollect seeing a similar shaped thing at an alchemist laboratory once. There were several jars filled with different preserved organs. Then it dawned on him. "Azalea, is that perchance, .your reproductive organs?" "Mmm hmm, my womb and those things that make my eggs I think, I'm not super familiar with anatomy. I was only taught the basics, and how to add and subtract crests to have differing effects." She explained. Not schooled in the arcane arts he had no idea what this meant or if this was a common form of magic or not. It did sort of remind him of the runes he used on occasion when transporting commodities that would spoil easily. He looked at the chilled kegs behind him. He wondered if crests were related or if they were some offshoot branch of magic. "Can you explain to me in more detail what this crest does?" He asked. Without looking up she explained: Crests are used by females with magical affinity. When combined with a male's glyphs the two can,” "A male's what?" Devin interrupted. "Male's with magic affinity use glyphs instead of crests." Azalea clarified. When a crest and glyph user make physical contact of any kind they can share any techniques they've learned or any of their natural abilities. For example demi-humans with exceptional strength, or stamina, or enhanced sensory capabilities. Depending on affinity and compatibility it may take time and practice to become attuned to each other enough to share. Certain non-natural abilities also have the potential of having negative repercussions if the person being shared can't handle them." "Does this mean you could share your ability to fly with me?" Devin asked excitedly. Azalea put her hand on her chin. "I'm not sure, my flight magic only allows me to hover, my wings are what actually enable me to move. In theory if you had wings probably but since you don't you'd just float in place. "What other abilities do you have?" Devin asked. Dipping her brush in the ink. "I can detect living auras within a certain radius and sense physiological changes. "If I'm in danger I can produce a hallucinogenic to confuse people." Devin contemplated her words. "The love crest doesn't sound like it fits either of those categories, what makes it special?" "I suppose you could look at it as a sensory and enhancement crest. Two people who use this and fall in love gain a boost to their magical potency and in time an empathic bond. In other words they can sense the emotions of each other, but just the emotions, not physical sensations or anything like that, and they can't read each other's thoughts either. The empathy link I'm told takes a long time to develop so we probably won't notice it for a while." "Is this the type of pact where if one of the two people gets hurt or dies the other does as well?" Asked Devin hesitantly. "No, not unless you want it to be, it would be a much more elaborate crest and,” Azalea trailed off looking up with concern. "No, no I was just curious, since humans don't live very long I'd hate for you to have your lifespan cut short because of me." Devin assured her. "You don't have to worry about that, when we are bonded you'll have a similar lifespan to mine." She grinned. "I'm not very knowledgeable about fairies, how long do your kind live exactly?" "Northern fairies live around three hundred years but the oldest I've heard sometimes reach four hundred; I'm not sure about the lowland fairies." Devin's draw dropped. "So you mean I'm gonna be able to live for three hundred years or does it cut your lifespan and add it to mine?" "It gets added so we'll both have a long time to get to know each other and be all lovey-dovey." She said dreamily. Devin didn't quite know how to react, what would he do for three centuries? Obviously falling in love with someone for that long had its attraction. The prospect of living essentially three lifetimes was a bit daunting. Would he be a merchant for the first hundred then switch to something else? Possibilities swirled around in his head when Azalea announced she was done. She stood up proudly and thrust her belly out showing her handiwork. The basic shape was indeed in the shape of her womb and ovaries but a lot of detail was added then the basic shape he remembered in the jar. "Aside from the basic crest I added two other special crests." She said pointing to the heart shaped womb portion. Devin bent over to get a better look. Below there was a circle filled with three fourths of some liquid. Above that she had drawn several sperm shaped drawings. He only knew this because the same alchemical lab he thought about earlier had a curious device made of several glass lenses. The owner had let him look at several small thin glass plates of several liquids, semen being one of them. Devin doubted such a device was common. How did she know what they looked like? Veering his thoughts back to her explanation, she continued. "I've basically merged three crests into one. This one denotes a siphoning crest." Pointing to the half-filled circle. "Every time you or I orgasm while touching each other will fill you with energy, and I'll feel a decrease in energy. This is physical energy by the way, not magical energy. The crest updates in real time so when the circle looks like it's empty of liquid I won't be able to physically move but can still cast magic. So I'll expect you to keep me topped off." She gave a playful wink. Devin looked again at the sperm shapes. It was pretty obvious what she wanted as a fuel source. She was in full teacher mode, smugly explaining this crazy magic system. "On either side of this liquid circle I've drawn two curved lines representing my vagina and a narrow channel up through my womb, as well as your essence (when it's present)," pointing to the sperm. "These three drawings combined into what I call a deep focus crest. It's essentially a magnification ability. It magnifies my ability to see and feel EVERYTHING down there: cunt, womb, egg making things." "Ovaries." Devin interjected. "Yes, those things. It'll even let me mentally visualize your essence swimming in." Well that explained how she knew what sperm cells looked like. "Why would you need this kind of crest?" Azalea folded her arms in thought. "Northern fairy magic is centered around our life creating organs. If you think about my womb and the crest being linked like a magical machine, it lets me keep a better eye on the engine to make sure everything is functioning ok. Also it lets me feel stronger orgasms, and," she fidgeted a little, "It's kinda hot watching your essence frantically swimming around searching for my eggs,” She giggled nervously. "Is that weird?" "I think it's an oddly specific kink, but if you're looking for affirmation; if you're happy, I'm happy." Azalea internally sighed with relief. She was worried telling Devin too many of her weirder kinks might make him think less of her in some way. It was true she was horny a lot of the time. But she was also highly curious about all the different aspects of pleasure. She had her favorites of course but was willing to try almost anything for new experiences and it was a bonus if she could share that enjoyment with another. She got little thrills teasing Devin with her titillating actions. But it wasn't only that, she was gently prodding his limits to see what he was comfortable with. So far his mild mannered attitude was making her want him as a life-mate even more. "I have some additional questions." Devin said, breaking into her thoughts. "Are you able to get pregnant?" "I've put a pregnancy blocker around my, what you call them, ovaries, so you can fill me up as much as you want without worry. If for whatever reason the blockers fail I can just absorb your essence as energy before they reach my eggs." "So interspecies pairings can produce offspring?" Devin inquired further. "Of course, how do you think new fairies are made? Offspring are always fairies though, never half breeds. I don't know why, maybe demi-human genes are more dominant.'' "And my last question, what if one of the partners doesn't have any magic affinity?" Azalea brow furrowed. This was something she hadn't considered. "You don't know magic?" She asked, slightly taken aback. "Well no, I'm just a merchant, there are some humans that are educated and study it but it's not something everyone learns." Azalea furrowed her brow in thought. "Well," she said slowly. "Depends what your affinity level is. If you have zero affinity I'll have to supply all the magic to keep the crest stable and to be able to supply both of us when we share my abilities. If you have a latent affinity it's just a matter of training and exercise to awaken it or at the very least make your body aware of it. Either way we'll have to get you tested." Azalea wasn't sure how to get Devin tested. Certain lodestone crystals could ascertain that but they were hard to find and process into a usable form. Azalea looked up at Devin with a naughty expression. "It's difficult to find the tools to figure out your exact affinity but the simplest way to find the answer if you have any affinity at all is right here." Azalea made a circle with her finger and thumb and mimicked pumping something into her mouth and pointed to the sperm drawings on her stomach. Devin's body flushed at her lewd implications. "In either case let's just assume you have some affinity. I'll draw half a supplementary crest on you and supply both our needs till we know for sure." She said, looking at his crotch and licking her lips. Devin swallowed at her slight predatory stare. "So, where are you going to draw the crest?" He asked. Her eyes continued drifting to Devin's crotch several times. Devin noticed this but didn't say anything. After musing for a moment Azalea voiced her thoughts. "I could put it in a similar place as mine, but I don't know where humans focus their magic from. Maybe your life-producing organs." Pointing to Devin's balls. Devin's penis twitched at that implication. Azalea noticed and smiled. "But that seems unlikely. Besides, they will be too busy filling me up." She said rubbing her tummy. "The most logical place I can figure is around the heart and the hand, primarily because I heard somewhere human mages use hand gestures or something to cast spells. I'm gonna need you to remove your shirt." Devin hesitated for a moment before removing his vest and undershirt. Bare-chested he was glad it was still relatively warm this time of year. "Put your hand out palm down please." Devin extended his hand. Azaleas flitted up, ink and brush in hand. "Ok I'm going to begin." The bristles tickled Devin's skin as she applied the ink to his skin. "What's in the ink?" Devin asked. "Some powdered crystals, a few flecks of silver, and me." She quipped. "You? what do you mean you?" Azalea stopped painting, ran her pointer finger between her legs showing Devin a sticky strand of mucus connecting them. It's more magically conductive if I make it when I'm aroused. It's doubly so if I make it when I'm producing an egg. I'll leave it to your imagination when you think I made this batch." She said sticking her tongue out between her teeth playfully. While she worked Devin's eyes drifted to her naked body. She was closer to his eye level so he could see her in more detail. Her breasts definitely were more plump then he imagined a fairy would have since most stories and pictures portrayed them as small, perky or almost flat. Her wings were very similar to dragonfly wings in structure but their shape was more that of butterflies and there were an extra pair. Squinting he noticed they were emitting some kind of, magical haze? Similar to when heated air rises on a hot surface; barely noticeable unless you look closely. That must be the magic she used to float. He thought. "Not to sound rude Azalea, but I noticed you have more, substance to you then what stories often depict fairies looking like." Azalea, understanding his meaning, tensed up a little. "You mean how my hips and breasts are bigger and I have a little more body fat? The fairies you're thinking of live in warmer climates down south. It's cold up here so I guess us northern fairies adapted a bit to help us handle the cold better. Why do you ask? Do you prefer fairies with small boobs and a slim figure?" She looked up at him worriedly. "No, nothing like that, I was just making an observation and trying to fill in the gaps of my fairy knowledge. Actually I think breasts are a bit sexier when they look full, and have a little weight and bounce to them." Azalea pushed chest up a bit with her forearm. "Ya know," she said coyly, "If you like them full, there is a crest I might add later that makes them lactate if that's something that would please you." "I,I,wouldn't be opposed to the idea." Devin swallowed. Azalea giggled and returned to her painting. She was at his shoulder now and working down to his chest. "Could you flip your hand over, it's easier to stand on." Devin did so. His thoughts were still lingering on the milk topic wondering how much they'd produce and what it'd taste like. His merchant brain also wondered if there was a market for fairy milk and who would buy it. "Do you mind if I touch you?" "Of course not, we are about to be life-mates." She said pleased. Devin extended his other hand, gingerly bringing his finger tip down on her head. Even though she wasn't like the other types of fairies she still looked so delicate and he feared hurting her so as carefully as he could he started petting her head. Instinctually she crouched down a little feeling the weight bear down on her. She soon realized what he was trying to do and pushed back, rubbing her head against his finger in response as he stroked her hair. A broad smile stretched across her face and she hummed happily while she worked. Feeling a little braver Devin started exploring her a bit more. He felt the softness of her belly and thighs. She giggled a little and he guessed maybe she was a bit ticklish. Moving further down he lifted her breasts and took note of their weight and firmness wondering how much they'd change filled with milk. She stuck out her ass a bit as he moved around to the backside. It was firm enough to bounce, but still plush enough to snuggle into. Moving to the final area of curiosity he gently traced where her wings connected to her back and along the edge to the tip. She shivered a little at the sensation. "Does it feel good when I do that to your wings?" He asked. "I wouldn't consider them an erogenous zone but they are very sensitive so yes." She mewed. He noticed her cunt was once again leaking, forming a puddle on his palm, he wasn't sure if it was his ministrations or whether she was still horny from earlier or both. "Do you need to, um, take care of that?" Azalea looked down. "I probably should, I was enjoying the denial a little but it's getting harder to focus on painting, if you would be so kind as to assist me." "How may I help?" "Can you fold one of your fingers down please." Devin folded his middle finger so it pointed towards his palm with his pointer and ring pointing up. Azalea floated back to the bench putting her brush and ink jar with her discarded clothes. Returning to his hand she walked over to the extended finger straddling it facing away from him. As she settled down, the sudden pressure leaked more of her juices around his digit, lubing it up. Given how aroused she was and how plump her lips were, Devin was reminded of a wet sponge. "This'll satisfy nicely." Azalea said achingly. She started grinding herself on his second knuckle. Settling into a steady pace, she leaned forward, occasionally pulling her clit hood back rocking her hips for maximum sensation. Watching and listening to the cute moans and gasps from his new horny little friend caused his own arousal to increase and with it a growing erection. He swept back some of her hair behind her ear that had fallen in front of her face Noticing this action Azalea opened her eyes, giving a loving smile. She grabbed his finger tip with both hands and pulled it close giving it sweet kisses and rubbed her cheek against it. "I'm going to give you so many more kisses when we find a chance to snuggle." She said between moans. "I look forward to it." Azalea knew it wouldn't take long to reach her climax. She had been edging herself since they met. She sped up her movements, scraping and mashing her cunt seeking sweet release. "Can I watch your face when you cum Azalea?" Azalea turned gazing into her lover's eyes. "I'm, just, about, ready, to, to, cumming!" Azalea cried as her first orgasm washed through her. Her body tensed, her eyes rolled back and her wings extended to full length fluttering slightly. Devin felt a sudden rush of liquid spread over his finger adding to the moderately large pool on his palm. She grabbed onto his ring finger for extra support as she clenched her thighs together. Devin became suddenly aware of several things happening at once. He noticed a strong pinkish glow emanating from the crest on her abdomen. Her stomach then started to inflate slightly as if being filled with something. Grabbing her swollen belly with her left hand she doubled over as her body released its pleasure. The light glow around her lost some of its intensity as it flowed from her crest into his finger, at the same time her belly deflated slightly. The light flowed from his finger down through his hand, up his arm and into the half finished crest. Upon reaching the end of his half finished crest a sudden hot impact of energy having nowhere to go surged throughout his torso and limbs. Looking back at Azalea her body relaxed momentarily then spasmed again as her second orgasm surged through her radiant body. Again the same thing happened, light transferred, belly deflated. Whereas the first impact felt like stepping outside taking a deep breath and feeling a slight exhilarating intake of oxygen, the second surge caused his body to feel lighter. Looking back at his blissful little fairy, her eyes were still rolled up into her head and her mouth agape. As her third and final orgasm crashed over her she gritted her teeth and whimpered. The now much dimmer light and fully deflated belly disappeared entirely as it left her body and flowed into his. This third impact was greater than the other two combined, he felt empowered, like he could run a marathon or race a horse and never get tired. After a few moments his crest glow dimmed. He was a little glad, he was a bit afraid what a fourth burst of energy would feel like, or what it would do to her. Even though the initial intensity of energy wore off, his faculties still felt very alert and his body amazingly light. He thought back to her explanation of the siphoning crest. 'Is this what it felt like?' Then he remembered the consequences of the transfer. He brought her up to eye level to get a closer look at her exhausted form. Like a sail devoid of wind she splayed over his finger, eyes half lidded, tongue lolled out, taking large lungfuls of air to re-oxygenate her body after such exertion. Lightly stroking her drooping wings she didn't appear to respond. He was worried that maybe she had completely drained that circle thing on her crest and couldn't move. Folding her wings together carefully he flipped her over in his palm. He breathed a sigh of relief, the circle still had a fraction of something in it but was dangerously close to being depleted. He lightly stroked her hair. After a minute or two she regained some sense of her surroundings. Pulling her tongue back into her mouth she swallowed some saliva and refocused her vision. Locking eyes she gave a delighted and gratified grin. "That looked like quite the experience." Devin mused. Azalea smiled tiredly. "Since this is my first love crest I wasn't prepared for the intensity, also it felt so good I might have given it my all plus a little extra. Congratulations, you just took my magic crest virginity." She laughed. Devin wasn't sure how to respond to that. "You look pretty spent, do you need some water or something?" "If you would, we fairies tend to, leak quite a bit when aroused." On hearing this he looked at the thimble amount of love juice he still had in his right palm. Regarding it a moment he brought it to his mouth slurping it up. Azalea's eyes widened in surprise. She watched him swish it around considering the taste, savoring it a moment before swallowing. She may have just unlocked a new fetish, seeing someone drink her juices. "I've never actually tasted myself, how is it?" "It tastes salty and a bit sweet, but leaning heavier on the sweet side. I'll clean you up and then get you some water." "Thank you." She said leaning back. Thinking that he meant to wipe her clean with a cloth or something she squeaked as she was taken between his fingers and brought to his mouth. In one long sensual lick from the bottom of her thighs to the top of her mound her body twitched and shuddered as her oversensitive genitals met the surface of his tongue. Swallowing the little extra liquid he gathered from the 'cleaning' he gently placed her in his lap as he rummaged in a bag hanging on the wagon next to him. "You almost made me gush again doing that." "Sorry, I wondered what it tasted like directly from the source." "I'll let you drink as much as you want next time." She purred. Rifling through a bag he pulled out a flask of water and another little bag. Placing the water to the side he opened up the tinier bag, which happened to be a sewing kit, pulled out a thimble, poured some water into it and handed it to Azalea. Propping herself up she took the thimble and drank a little more than one fourth before handing it back and nestling back into his lap. "I'm gonna take a little nap." She yawned. You earned it, have a good rest little one." "Oh, I like that, you calling me your little one, please use it as my pet name sometimes!" "Sure." "When I wake up I'll take care of this." She said, patting his almost forgotten erection. "I would appreciate that but no hurry, after you have rested." Kissing his penis through his pants she coiled up into a fetal position. As she drifted off she mumbled. "Thank you for being my life-mate." Hear those words, any reservation Devin had about this union disappeared entirely. He felt the beginnings of a strong deep desire to keep his, what was this relationship? Companion? Partner? Bride? All of the above and maybe more. He thought, touching the crest on his chest. In any case he had a strong and growing desire to keep her safe and happy. Feeling a sudden breeze he put his shirt back on, leaving his vest off. He hadn't realized how late it had gotten. All this time his trusty horse had continued to pull them along without much as the slightest input from her driver. This wasn't the first time they had traveled this stretch of road so she probably remembered the route well. Thinking back on what Azalea had said about her, she had pulled his wagon for many years and was nearing retirement age for. He needed to find a place where she could live out her golden years at the next opportunity. He had a place in mind but would have to consult the owners. It was late afternoon and the sun still had a few hours before it set. He should probably find a secluded camping place soon. Unfortunately there were no inns on this stretch of road. He didn't like to be too near the road, especially with a fire. It shouted come rob me to any potential bandits looking for an easy target. Looking down at the small naked form in his lap. She was fast asleep, her chest rising and falling with each breath. He fondly stroked her hair and wondered why he enjoyed it so much. Maybe it was something akin to petting a cute kitten or bunny. "I wonder if she gets cold?" He grabbed his vest and draped a corner of it over her. Scooping up her discarded clothes on the bench next to him he placed them in his bag to make sure they didn't get lost or damaged; although the thought of her floating naked next to him all the time did have a certain appeal. But she also looked really cute in these clothes. "I wonder what she would look like in other outfits?" His imagination swirled with possibilities. The dresses the farmer's daughters wore had a simple and rustic appeal with their laced top dresses, rolled up sleeves and small aprons. On the rare opportunity he had dropped goods off at a rich lord's manor. The maids there were dressed up in an outfit Azalea would look adorable in. Maybe he could get a tailor to make some miniature versions. Several more ideas entered his head, some wholesome, some not so wholesome. In any case he'd ask her about her clothes' craftsmanship later because he was curious about their durability and maybe suggest if she'd be open to the idea of a little dress up. Taking a final look to make sure everything was cleaned up and in order his eyes fell on the puddle she had first made on the bench. He stared at it for a long moment; slowly extended his finger, hovered just above as if trying to come to a decision. Running his finger through the liquid part that hadn't quite dried he brought it close and looked at it. "What kind of pervert am I becoming? First wanting to see her naked or dress her up like a doll, and now wanting to lick her juices from a bench." He thought self-deprecatingly. Shrugging in defeat to his own immoral desire he licked his finger. The taste still had traces of her but much less potent then it had when he experienced it directly from the source. He was sure he'd become addicted to this flavor in time. Dragging his thoughts away to more practical matters he considered how best to take care of her. Should he try to sew her a little sleeping bag and blanket, maybe a pocket in his shirts when and if she got tired or they needed to be more discreet about her presence. What did she eat? Did she eat at all? She mentioned human cuisine so she probably did. What other things wasn't he considering that he needed to to take care of her. Devin sometimes got lost in his own thought processes and tended to over think things. "One thing at a time." He reminded himself. Tearing his mind away back to the most immediate concern, reach a place he felt safe camping at and settle in for the night. Taking the reins, the horse, wagon and its two occupants bounced along down the old king's highway. To be continued in part 2, by Scholarly Mori for Literotica.

Composer and pipa virtuoso, Ms. Min Xiao-Fen is our guest this week to talk about her recently released album Metta, which features the scores of 2 Chinese silent films, The Romance of the Fruits Peddler and Romance of the Western Chamber. These scores were commissioned by the Smithsonian Institute in 2023. We also discuss:Growing up in a musical familyGoing from a classical background to collaborating with jazz greats like John Zorn, Derek Bailey and Wadada Leo SmithCollaborating with Bjork on "I See Who You Are" from the album VoltaLearning to improvise and learning the Chinese connection to jazz For More Information about Min Xiao-Fen:Website: http://minbluepipa.com/newsIG: https://www.instagram.com/minxiaofenFB: https://www.facebook.com/min.xiaofen/An NPR interview with Ms. Min from 2021:https://www.npr.org/2021/07/03/1012832047/the-traditional-chinese-pipa-meets-guitar-in-min-xiao-fens-white-lotusIf you'd like to support Soundtrack Your Life, we have a Patreon, where you'll get bonus episodes and more!This podcast uses the following third-party services for analysis: Podscribe - https://podscribe.com/privacySpotify Ad Analytics - https://www.spotify.com/us/legal/ad-analytics-privacy-policy/Chartable - https://chartable.com/privacy

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What's poppin', con-gregation? This week we revisit our episode where Vicky Vox and Laci expose the conman who pocketed over $250,000 dollars from a government biofuel program. But to be fair, he did have three wives to feed. In other polygamy news, they cover another Mormon mastermind who tried to give his parole the slip. Stay schemin'! This episode was originally released on August 11th, 2020.Pre-Order Laci's book “Scam Goddess: Lessons from a Life of Cons, Grifts and Schemes.”  https://www.hachettebookgroup.com/titles/laci-mosley/scam-goddess/9780762484652/?lens=running-press Follow on Instagram:Scam Goddess Pod: @scamgoddesspodLaci Mosley: @divalaciVicky Vox: @thevickyvox Research by Sharilyn Vera. Sources:https://www.latimes.com/world-nation/story/2020-02-16/utah-trial-of-prominent-member-of-secretive-polygamist-sect-and-a-los-angeles-businessman-has-international-implicationshttps://www.google.com/amp/s/www.courthousenews.com/california-businessman-found-guilty-in-1-billion-tax-fraud-scheme-with-polygamists/https://www.theguardian.com/us-news/2016/jul/12/lyle-jeffs-mormon-utah-fbi-escape-olive-oil

The team journeys into the depths of The Black Forest in search of the mysterious Peddler of Doom - the man they believe is responsible for the theft of the Spear of Destiny out from under the noses of the Axis forces. What they discover is a mysterious caravan of travelers with connections to some familiar faces in the Marvel Universe. Are they friend or foe? Find out in this thrilling episode of In the Mouth of Madness! Our original band of WWII Superheroes come together once more to combat the forces of the Axis Powers in part two of our In the Shadow of Evil campaign entitled In the Mouth of Madness. Featuring players from Startplaying.gamesLike what you see? Support us on Patreon at https://www.patreon.com/DreamslayerStudiosCheck out our website at https://dreamslayerstudios.renderforestsites.com/Join us on Facebook at https://www.facebook.com/dreamslayerstudios.entertainment/A Marvel Superheroes FASERIP RPG Actual PlayMusic from this episode may come from the following sources: Tabletop Audio and Monument Studios

We check in on the GOP primary as a bunch of new attack ads have dropped. A new report shows that Trump received money from foreign governments when he was president. GOP rep Andy Biggs says republicans have nothing to run on. Marjorie Greene's Jan. 6 event was canceled by a Florida venue. Florida's surgeon general slams the covid vas as cases soar again. Host: John Iadarola (@johniadarola) Co-Host: Brett Erlich (@bretterlich) SUBSCRIBE on YOUTUBE: ☞ https://www.youtube.com/thedamagereport?sub_confirmation=1 TIKTOK ☞ https://www.tiktok.com/@thedamagereport?lang=en INSTAGRAM: ☞ http://www.instagram.com/thedamagereport/ TWITTER: ☞ https://twitter.com/TheDamageReport FACEBOOK: ☞ https://www.facebook.com/TheDamageReportTYT/

Tonight I'm talking about a 57-year-old Canadian man, named Kenneth Law. He stands accused and charged with 14 counts of second-degree murder for his plot to sell poison through the mail to individuals contemplating taking their own life. He may be linked to as many as over 100 deaths through his suicide-by-mail scheme. If he is found guilty, he will go down as one of the worst mass murderers in Canadian history, but nothing will take away the agonizing pain he has inflicted on the 100s of family members of his victims. Sources:https://www.bbc.com/news/world-us-canada-67693318https://www.thetimes.co.uk/article/mother-alerted-met-police-home-office-kenneth-law-exposed-poison-t8x8vdx8lhttps://www.cbc.ca/news/canada/family-remembers-toronto-man-stephen-mitchell-1.7046663https://globalnews.ca/news/9934012/kenneth-law-sodium-nitrite-explainer/ https://nationalpost.com/news/canada/who-is-alleged-serial-killer-kenneth-law-and-what-is-he-accused-ofhttps://torontolife.com/deep-dives/kenneth-law-suicide-kits/https://www.cp24.com/news/he-had-the-best-smile-mom-of-alleged-kenneth-law-victim-mourns-son-wants-answers-1.6687562Support the showFollow me here:► YouTube - https://www.youtube.com/@SerialNapper/► Twitter - https://twitter.com/serial_napper► Instagram - https://www.instagram.com/serialnappernik/► Facebook - https://www.facebook.com/SerialNapper/► TikTok - https://www.tiktok.com/@serialnappernik Join the Serial Society true crime Facebook group: https://www.facebook.com/groups/serialnapperpatron

Hasia Diner is the Director of the Goren-Goldstein Center for American Jewish History at New York University, and the award-winning author of over twenty books, many of which focus on the history of American-Jewish minority communities. She joins Lex Rofeberg and Dan Libenson for a conversation about questioning tradition, raising up long-quieted voices, and turning towards under-represented individuals instead of mainstream institutions when writing and re-writing the American Jewish historical narrative.Access full shownotes for this episode via this link. And if you're enjoying Judaism Unbound, please help us keep things going with a one-time or monthly tax-deductible donation. Support Judaism Unbound by clicking here!

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Hi, long time! Phew, October is always the wildest cookbook month—it's even officially dubbed National Cookbook Month—and we've been a bit quiet around here. With two little ones running around the house, germs have been rampant, and my voice just hasn't been cooperating. So we're catching back after falling a bit behind on our fall release schedule and thrilled to share today's chat with Hetty Lui McKinnon with all of you.And now, somehow, it's Oct. 31 - Halloween! I'm a sucker for anything fall. We're in a judgment-free zone, of course, so I'll readily admit that I'm happily ordering pumpkin-spiced lattes. I made chili as soon as the temps dipped a bit after our recent heat wave. I broke out my extra warm sweaters, put them away (see: heat wave), and broke them out again.Tonight, I'm making a big batch of Eric Kim's Creamy Baked Macaroni and Cheese, which keeps it simple with cheddar and Velveeta. It feels equal parts crowd-pleasing (we're talking actual toddlers here) and nostalgic. (Usually, for holidays, Martha Stewart's baked mac is my trusted go-to.)Ah, and costumes. How fitting that we're talking with Australia-born Hetty today as my family prepares to transform into the animated, hilarious Australian sheepdog family of Bluey, Bingo, Chili, and yours truly, Bandit. Wish us luck on the trick-or-treat streets!

Bryan & Krissy cover all the hot new celebrity couples (shoutout to Petee & Kelsey, many blessings to you) and celebrity drama, and then we finally get our Ask Bryan's Mom segment!! Mempho! Pete Davidson and Kelsey Grammer Taylor Swift coverage has gone too far We dont want that kind of fame Sketchy pics Mystery cameras Jada...please stop Ask Bryan's mom! Country Peddler MOMMY! A PSA from Bryan's Mom Irving wanted to neck with Vicky! Keep it mysterious "Go to church and say a prayer!" Bryan's mom sings country 90 Day Fiance cheating drama LINKS: Send us show ideas, comments, questions or concerns by texting us at: 1.855.TCB.8383 Call 626.ASK.TCB3 and leave us a voicemail Speak to TCB LIVE by calling 775.TCB.LIVE (1.775.822.5483) Tuesday-Thursday 12pm-5pm EST Watch TCB on YouTube Creator: Bryan Green Co-Host: Bryan Green Co-Host: Krissy Hoadley Written By: Bryan Green Exec Producers: Bryan Green & Krissy Hoadley Content Production & Research: Tina Khano YouTube Producer & Editor: Morgan Please Producer & Audio Editor: Christina A. Executive Director: Astrid B. Associate Producer: Gustavo Episodic Contribution: Marianne, Diane, Natalie, Will The Champ, Will D**

Welcome to the daily304 – your window into Wonderful, Almost Heaven, West Virginia.   Today is Saturday, Sept. 30  Bullock Distillery's secret to success: excellence in craftsmanship, plus assistance from the WVEDA…WV brewers discuss craft beer's impact on the economy…and Marshall's new cybersecurity center is expected to put a national spotlight on WV…on today's daily304. #1 – From WV COMMERCE – Bullock Distillery's owners have roots in Appalachia that go way back. While the business itself is far younger than a few centuries old, the storefront has already become an integral part of the Elk City District in Charleston.  Like any business, Bullock Distillery ran into road blocks along the way. Fortunately, the West Virginia Economic Development Authority was able to help them grow their business, bring on more jobs, and continue this enduring family tradition. Watch the video on YouTube and visit www.bullockdistillery.com to learn more. Watch the video: https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=db3joPR6ijI   #2 – From GAZETTE-MAIL – Charles Bockway wants economic developers to understand how the craft beer industry can benefit communities. “We are trying to illustrate to a roomful of economic development people the power of craft beer to improve community development, bring business to downtown, and … have a lot of spin-off improvements or benefits to the communities of West Virginia, where we don't have a ton of craft breweries already,” he said. Bockway, of Charleston, operates the Brilliant Stream website, which he uses to promote and discuss the craft beer industry in West Virginia. He was the moderator of the “Crafting Change” session at the West Virginia Economic Development Council's annual fall conference in Huntington. Conference panelists cited recent advancements in the local craft beer scene, like Huntington's Private Outdoor Designated Area, which allows people within a certain mapped-out area to walk around outside with beverages from one establishment to another as long as they're licensed to distribute those cups. Drew Hetzler, owner of The Peddler in Huntington, pointed out that the addition of breweries in turn helps other businesses thrive.  Read more: https://www.wvgazettemail.com/business/craft-beer-industry-having-economic-impact-on-local-communities/article_87c86e3a-947d-5a69-972d-12c23d820b46.html   #3 – From BUSINESS FACILITIES – Marshall University has received a $45 million investment from the state of West Virginia to establish a state-of-the-art Institute for Cyber Security. This would position the university at the forefront of cyber defense and research. “This is a landmark moment for our university, marking profound commitment to safeguarding our digital future and addressing the escalating challenges of the cyber landscape,” Marshall President Brad D. Smith said. The funding will build a new facility in the 4th Avenue Innovation District of Huntington and will serve as an anchor for the area that is being developed as an innovation-led, mixed-use area located between downtown Huntington and Marshall's Huntington campus.  The proposed building will house state-of-the-art cyber security technology and training programs and become the cyber locus, where industry from throughout Appalachia and the country will find training, mentoring, and learn the most up-to-date cyber trends. Read more: https://businessfacilities.com/in-west-virginia-marshall-university-plans-institute-for-cyber-security/?utm_source=linkedin&utm_medium=social&utm_campaign=dlvr.it-linkedin_social   Find these stories and more at wv.gov/daily304. The daily304 curated news and information is brought to you by the West Virginia Department of Commerce: Sharing the wealth, beauty and opportunity in West Virginia with the world. Follow the daily304 on Facebook, Twitter and Instagram @daily304. Or find us online at wv.gov and just click the daily304 logo.  That's all for now. Take care. Be safe. Get outside and enjoy all the opportunity West Virginia has to offer.

Was it a toy, was a it candy? Honestly a little bit of both! PEZ dispenser's are so much fun! Now we do a deep dive into this awesome toy/candy line! Plus we discuss Breaker's new Simpsons collection, A new segment called TB Rewind, Peddler's Post, KWK shipping updates and Wendy's new DC Comics MUSCLE style figures! @TBToycast Teepublic.com/user/tb-toycast --- Send in a voice message: https://podcasters.spotify.com/pod/show/the-tb-toycast/message

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The show starts with a relatively tame discussion of the reccomendation to sell I-bonds and move the money into long-term Treasury bonds. Then, our first call sets off fireworks as attempts to claim that equity indexed annuities (EIAs) are wonderful, fee-free products that we unfairly slam. This is a conversation not to be missed. The raest of the show is filled with others callers: How should a conservative retiree be allocating investments? Looking advice on moving from a 401k to an IRA? How to invest after maxing out qualified retirement plans? What should be done with savings at US Bank if they are in trouble? How can gold coins be sold? Learn more about your ad choices. Visit megaphone.fm/adchoices

Tom Lehrer wrote a bunch of very funny songs. Then he released all of his very funny songs for everyone to use. This is one of his very funny songs.

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On the evening of June 9th, after one year of planning, 6 handsome gentlemen climb into a Ford Econoline 350 XLT and drive off into the sunset. Well, the sun was setting anyway. We headed on a 5-hour tour (repeat) a 5-hour tour. All the way down to Bolivar, Missouri… a place where dreams come true… Peddler's Post. Listen & subscribe wherever you get your podcasts or connect with us at http://cracktasticplastic.com Like us on https://www.facebook.com/cracktasticplastic Follow us at https://www.instagram.com/cracktasticplastic Follow us at https://twitter.com/cracktasticpod Subscribe at https://www.youtube.com/cracktasticplastic Support us at https://www.patreon.com/cracktasticplastic Visit our sponsor BIG BAD TOY STORE w/our affiliate link! http://bbts.cracktasticplastic.com And lastly, check out all the amazing shows at http://thepfpn.com

Kim Kardashian tells us what makes her HORNY. It's teeth. Jacqueline Bisset, Interview: Mark and Jacqueline talked about her new film Loren and Rose. The movie hits theaters on June 23 and is streaming everywhere.

Mark talks to Jason And Sheila about The Pie Peddler and all the new food options in Gainesboro.

What's Poppin' Con-gregation? This week, Jean Elie joins the show to discuss Fred Brito, a con artist of many faces including the faces of priests. Plus, John Oliver recently tipped his hat to Kim Kardashian for her role in helping solve an art fraud scheme. Stay Schemin'!