"Mmhmm! What? did you think we just did nothing after you left? We saw the way you looked at us Fey, hungry, and we knew we wanted you, so we talked over what to do to get at you and we decided to form a club, the Fey Hunting Club!"
"The what club?!" shouted Fey in utter horror.
"The Fey Hunting Club, there's even a newsletter where we track your whereabouts and write about your conquests, both real and fiction of course. It's pretty great, excellent masturbation material, the latest minotaur edition caused me sooo much laundry you have no idea! We're getting so many subscribers we can barely keep up!"
"They wouldn't, they didn't! they- Oh no no no, they did..."
"There's even talk of drawings although they have yet to surface. Shame, I'd just loooove to see those."
"Oh my gods I'm going to kill them, I'm actually going to kill them" said Fey, her voice suddenly sounding distant.
"Psst, isn't that kinda against a Healer's principles?" whispered Vivi.
"It's going to be a mercy killing," groaned the centaur, "totally a mercy killing."
"Hmm." said Ellaria. "I do not like that you are turning one of my bandmates into this strange idol for your cult."
"It's not a cult, cults all work together, we're in competition with each other to get ruined first by the big sexy centaur. Boasting about it in the newsletter is just a nice plus. The girls are going to be so jealous of me you have no idea! I'm going to drive that squirrelkin just mad with envy." Octavia grinned, her mouse tail waving excitedly behind her.
"I haven't said I'm going to do it with you yet!" said Fey, still furious, scowling so hard at the mousekin that it was a wonder the mousekin didn't evaporate.
Octavia held up her hands and looked around at the forest non-plussed. "Sorry, but unless you have a super secret guide in your back pocket I'm afraid you are shit out of luck."
Fey ground her teeth together in frustration, but found she didn't have a real retort, Octavia had thoroughly out manoeuvred them.
"You will forfeit any share of the treasure," said Ellaria suddenly.
Octavia paused. "Fine, I never cared about that. Probably not going down there with you anyway."
"And!" said Flora, "Fey will wear a condom."
This took the mouse girl by surprise and she blinked at the gnome.
"...Why?"
"Because we are still reliant on you and I don't trust you to suddenly piss off and leaving us up shit creek without a paddle. If Fey wears a condom that means you aren't experiencing the Full Fey experience, we can hold the full Fey experience over you for later to ensure you stay put."
"Don't talk about me like that! I am not an experience!" said Fey, rounding on the gnome.
"Wait, Y-you're saying I can do it with Fey t-twice??" said Octavia suddenly sitting up fully alert. She swallowed heavily and licked her lips hungrily. "I was just hoping for the once, but… Fine. Condom first, on the condition we fuck completely raw on the way back."
"Deal." said Ellaria. "We have more serious ambitions to worry about than one casual side fling for Fey when Fey here has done… thinking about it a frankly ridiculous number of girls."
Octavia jumped to standing, fist pumping the air. "Yissss!"
"However."
Octavia paused.
"We do not have time to wait around, thus you will be riding Fey underbarrel."
Octavia grinned. "I had already planned for that eventually."
"Y-you did?" blinked Fey.
"Mhmm! Adventurers aren't exactly the patient sort." As she spoke she began pulling heaps of rope from her damaged Dimensional Bag along with a leather harness and a block and tackle. "This was one of my planned eventualities from the start."
Fey watched slightly stunned as the mouse girl threw ropes over her horse back and wound rope around her hips. Octavia wiggled out of her shorts then pulled down her white panties. the panties were sopping wet, absolutely flooded with her juices and hung from her finger drizzling fluid.
She stuffed them inside her dimensional bag, then came her blouse which she eased off slow giving Fey a show, her breasts spilling free in the most delicious way. Fey couldn't help but stare, the mousekin was admittedly very attractive with an aesthetically curved five foot body and toned stomach. Her breasts wobbled as they were exposed, her fat pink nips a point of stiff erection capping her chest. She glanced between the mousekin's legs and found her smooth clear skin glossy with her excitement, rivulet after rivulet streaming down her inner thighs to her knees as strings and strings of the stuff dangled and hung from her puffy lower lips, connecting her thighs together with sloppiness.
Fey swallowed. Seeing a girl in this state all out of desire for her was somehow incredibly flattering and erotic all at the same time.
The now completely stark naked mousekin looked up at Fey with adoring baby blue eyes, her attractiveness only accentuated by her adorable freckles.
Fey's length spilled down at that look, lengthening, growing down her leg toward the ground, passing her back knee, foot after foot of horse dick pouring out of her sheath.
Octavia glanced back at it and let out a soft little noise, her hips writhing in anticipation, knees coming together.
"G-gods the real thing up close is so…" she swallowed. "You know I'm a real preparation addict Fey, well when I was reading the newsletter I couldn't help myself, reading about your sheer size, I wanted that like nothing else. I soon grew tired of my normal six inch dildo and went out and bought a larger one, nine inches. It wasn't enough, no matter how hard I plunged it in and out in and out it couldn't satisfy my fantasies of you. I bought a bigger one, a full foot of rubber, the rubber merchant gave me the strangest look, I didn't care. I rushed back home and threw myself naked on my bed, thrusting it in and out as hard as I could, holding it in place and slamming myself down on it until I was screaming your name and squirting all over my bed sheets, soaking them through to the mattress."
"O-Octavia…"