It took a moment for them to realise that the fox girl had just legged it into the crowd. Then with various cries of anger Flora, Ellaria, and most the minotaurs ran after her.
"Uhm. That's- that's probably bad, right?" said Lily watching them go atop Fey.
Fey pulled her hand down her face. She had been right, Vivi had been hiding something, a freaking slime monster in her pussy. Suddenly recalling the knowing looks the otterkins had giving Vivi she turned her head and glared at Lily.
"You knew, didn't you, and you didn't tell us!?"
"I- I- Vivi said we shouldn't!"
"This isn't a great start to being part of the band Lily, hiding things like this."
"I'm sorry!" Wailed the otterkin with tears in the corner of her eyes.
Fey sighed. "Just learn something from this example, Vivi should as well, no I know she will, Ellaria is going to make sure she does. I wouldn't want to be Vivi right now, Ellaria is probably going to go full lecturer mode on her."
"Oh no, she's too adorable! My heart can't take it!" said a voice
Fey blinked and turned to find the remaining minotaurs. She almost took a step back, imagery of the night before with the minotaur Assassins flashing through her mind. After a moment she steadied herself however, these weren't the same, not even the same gender, all three of them were female, each a minotaur adventurer. The three of them wore tight fitted corsets, which Fey surmised must be the fashion for minotaurs, it pushed up and accentuated their already very large busts, which Fey thought also made sense. Minotaurs were a kind of cow or something right?
In character too they were much different. One blonde furred had a hand over her mouth and was staring at Lily on her back with worry and concern another was scratching her chin nervously; she had gold hoop earrings, the third one, with beige fur, had caught sight of what was beneath Fey's barrel and was staring slack-jawed.
The one with her hand over her mouth and blonde fur moved her gaze from Lily to what was in Lily's lap and her eyes widened still further.
"Is that a doll of yourself? Oh my gods this is too much, I'm gonna die of preciousness overload!"
"She's so tiny and cute!" Whispered the earringed one. The third was still locked onto Fey's length and hadn't looked up. The others hadn't noticed yet.
Lily rubbed a tear from her eye. "It's not of me, it's my sister."
"D-does she think the doll is her sister? Oh that's so sad!"
"N-no not that." She held out the doll and pointed to one of the ears. "Look see the ears are one eighth of an inch smaller than me by proportion."
The minotaur seemed to think Lily was offering the doll to her because she reached out and took it to Lily's surprise. She held it up as the earringed minotaur peered over her shoulder.
"This is quite fine, work, it looks like something a rich merchant might have commissioned…" she mused.
The blonde-furred minotaur turned and moved the doll suddenly and a loud shocked squeak came from below Fey's barrel.
Fey and Lily froze up.
The two minotaur girls blinked in confusion.
"What was that?" The blonde furred minotaur moved the doll experimentally and the squeak happened again, along with a wet schlucking sound.
"Is- is there something wrong with this doll? Is it enchanted?"
She moved it once more and the result was the same, then she shook it a bit and the squeaking became a scream that ended muffled as what sounded like hands slapped over a mouth.
Fey let out a groan.
It's- it's coming from her- her ma-massive h-huge- it's- ," spluttered the beige furred minotaur who was staring below Fey's barrel, now frantically pointing.
The two turned to her and then followed her gaze to beneath Fey.
"H-holy shit, what is that monster of a-"
"H-how is it so- b-big, it makes the guys look freaking t-tiny in c-comparison, and they're huge! Even for minotaurs!"
The one who had been looking at Fey's dick first reached out a hand and grabbed hold of the doll. She pushed it downward in the blonde furred minotaurs hands and Fey's length shifted and bobbed as though something was moving it and the squeaking whimpering sounded again.
"Is… Is this a magic sex doll?" She muttered.
"It's not a magic sex doll! It's my sister!" Said Lily now standing on Fey's back, her fists on her hips.
"It is?" said the minotaur holding the doll, experimentally moving it up and down some more.
"Yes, and you're milking Fey with her."
"Milking? Milking is for breasts not, erm, well, that beast."
The doll holder began to move the doll up and down, watching mesmerised as Fey's dick waggled about as though something was roughly running up and down it. The muffled whimpering was slowly becoming higher in pitch and every other moment a little spritz of fine clear fluid was being sprayed onto the ground.
"No, milking can be done on p-penises too, I know because I'm very g-good at it."