"You can't publish them! You can't!" said Fey.
"No way, these are at the cutting edge of Feyness, the closest a girl can get to knowing what it's like to be utterly and truly fucked into the ground and that the pathetic little needle dicks and weak thimble spurts that guys give are just a faint shadow of what sex can truly be, that there is so so much better. I know people are going to lose their shit over this stuff, we're never going to be able to print enough copies!"
Fey raised her hands to her face and let out a long suffering groan.
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As they neared the city the band started to perk up. The promise of staying at Rina's comfortable mansion and sampling her posh food was magnified in appeal by the gruelling experience of the long excursion out to the dungeon.
Fey especially could barely keep her hooves from skittering across the paved road in excitement. Although that might have been in part because both Flora and Octavia were on her genitals and getting friskier by the moment. She squeaked as Flora rested her mouth on the rim of her tip, absentmindedly nibbling at the hard flesh as she distractedly continued to fiddle with the glowing rectangle. Octavia for her part had wrapped her long mouse tail around Fey's balls and was squeezing down then releasing, squeezing then releasing, like some kind of anxiety relieving therapy as she quickly flipped through her work for the newsletter, editing and making tweaks as fast as she could.
The both of them seemed to have failed to notice the effect they were having on Fey, especially not their combined effect.
They rounded a corner in the road and for the first time others came into view, a small line of merchant caravans pulled by horses each stacked high with crates and wares. The line was only broken by a colourful caravan draped in a multitude of fabrics, a carefully stitched sign on the side proclaiming them as 'Head-Over-Heels! Tumblers for hire!'
The band neared and at first, they were ignored, then, as was inevitable, a rather fat merchant perched on the rear most caravan caught sight of the completely stark naked elf that was Ellaria. In a second his face descended down from a pinkish colour down to a blushing red then a deep ruddy crimson that made his cheeks look liable to explode. The man tried to speak, barely croaking out a gasp before his precarious position betrayed him and he slipped, crashing down to the road below with a thump.
The rest of the caravaneers turned to see what had happened and went very round eyed as they caught sight of Ellaria, mouths flopping open, drinks spilt or spat, food being lifted by spoons frozen in mid air.
"....I'm naked again. Aren't I." said Ellaria in a dead flat voice.
"Erm, y-yes."
She turned on the others, eyes blazing. "And you didn't think to tell me!? I'm your captain and you just let me walk around stark butt naked for everyone to see?!?"
"Well," said Flora, "I could have told you, but, this is so much funnier, so I didnt," a suppressed laugh followed which escaped into a cackle followed, a long cackle.
"S-sorry there just wasn't a good moment-"
"Hey! I thought you wanted to be naked!"
"I was using you for drawing practice."
Ellaria fumed at the others as members of the caravan stood on their carts and stared, fingers pointing, awed voices too along with a few lewd remarks.
Flora's cackling turned up a notch as the fat caravaneer scrambled to his feet and then took a knee on the road and produced a ring from his coat.
"My gods, to see such a sight, I- I cannot live on without your beauty, p-please- PLEASE MARRY ME!" blurted out the merchant holding up the ring, hands trembling.
The cackling turned into a splutter as Flora went past the known gnome limitations in levels of cackling and she choked on her own spit. She still somehow managed to get a "HA!" or two out between desperate red faced gasps for breath.
Ellaria glared flaming daggers at the gnome.
"You're like a pathetic little fish dragged out of water and left gawping for air on the beach Flora. Do you need some help getting in the water? Encouragement? Perhaps say, If I asked, would you kindly... swim back to the ocean."
Fey yelped as the gnome began doing the breaststroke on top of her dick, her motions frantic, kicking and swimming for dear life as her laughter died this time for real.
"Hey! hey! You can't make me swim on land! Ella! ELLLLAA!!"
Ellaria flatly ignored her pleas and turned as Wummy passed her a clean white puffy blouse and skin tight leather trousers which she began putting on.
Below Fey Flora's swimming was becoming more frantic, entire body shifting back and forth as her legs kicked frantically behind her, hands scooping the air in front.
Unfortunately for Fey the motion was also causing Flora's breasts to sway and roll back and forth on her cock, a breast stroke boob job. The centaur was rapidly starting to lose it, her hooves dancing across the paving, her rear bucking up into the air as the stimulation grew, cups and cups of precum being splashing over the road. The bucking of course only made things worse as Octavia was flung around like she was riding an out of control bull, only remaining seated by clamping down on the testicles she was seated upon, her thighs squeezing inward as her mouse tail wrapped tight around the churning things.
It was the final straw for Fey and with a shrill whinnied cry she heaved, front lifting from the ground as she pawed at the air, rearing up, backs arching, stiff erection proudly protruding from between her back legs, disastrously pointed in the direction of the caravans.
"OH G-GODS!!"
Fey ejaculated and thick heavy cum exploded from the tip of her cock and was sent shooting up into the air far above, white arcing over the entire line of caravans, a line that after a fraction of a moment suspended came back down to earth.
Fat globules of horse cum splashed over the caravaneers, steaming hot sticky white stuff that stuck itself to canvas coverings and rolled down sides, an incredible amount of horse cum that was instantly joined by another line then another as Fey's cock spurted freely, line after line after line sent shooting through the air, a still swimming short stack gnome atop only causing each ejaculation to unload that much more.
The tops of the caravans were plastered in white and the road was puddled with the stuff by the time Fey's front hooves came back down to ground with a boom and scatter of splintered stone as her hooves shattered the paving.
Unfortunately, that hardly meant her ejaculation was over, and she slapped her hands to her eyes in shame as her cock continued to spray and buck, white cannoning from between her front legs in shallow arcs to splash over the back few carts, their sides becoming caked in six inch thick layers of cum as the obscenely loud fluid continued to smack and splatter against itself. It didn't take long for the caravans to be lost from sight underneath the coating, a hump of white next to them marking the fat merchant, still kneeling in marital proposition, wedding ring held in hand, fat lines of horse cum drooling onto the road from his outstretched arm.
The road itself wasn't much better. A cone of white stretched from between Fey's hooves outward, cummy obliteration, a fat coating of steaming hot horse cum that seared the senses and carpeted the paving.
Fey parted her fingers over her eyes and peeked through, dreading what she would find. Then finding that she had in fact wildly underestimated how bad it was she quickly closed her fingers again and tried her best to pretend she wasn't there and her burning red cheeked shame hadn't actually just happened.
Ellaria flipped and arranged her fiery red hair behind her head then pursed her lips at her bulging belly which made the blouse a rather tight fit, the buttons barely holding together as they were stretched over the smooth curve, gaps between puckered wide showing skin.
"Not ideal," she muttered, then glanced at the disaster scene that was the caravans, "even less ideal… Flora, would you kindly stop swimming."
A sigh of desperate relief came from below Fey and then "Hey! I'm not getting the blame for this one! This mess is all your fault! I'm entirely innocent!"
"...There may have been… a minor miscalculation…"
"Oh stop fretting," said Octavia, "Just walk by like nothing even happened, everyone will be in too deep a state of shock to understand what they're covered in let alone having a go at us."
"Bold. Bold and fearless. I like it," said Vivi nodding with chin cupped in paw.
"What have you got to lose?" said the mousekin spreading her arms as she sat atop Fey's balls.
"Hmm. I suppose we can only try. Getting away without being mobbed by furious merchants would be... quite nice. Very well."
Ellaria strode forward, head held high, long elegant elvish legs eating up the ground. The others hesitated then followed much more meekly.
Surprisingly, despite their party being so eye-catching and very noticeable, the caravaneers were still too confused about what had just happened to pay them any attention. Octavia had been entirely correct, having a small lake of cum dumped on your head tended to put a person on the back foot when trying to reason out what was going on.
In fact, they barely caught a glance, the people too busy wiping cum from their faces, and shoving blobs of hot horse cum from their caravans. It wasn't until they reached the colourfully clothed caravan that someone finally noticed them, two someones.
A female squirrel with very short grey fur poked her head from the cloth and blinked in the air, her nose twitching furiously as the scent of all the cum hit her like a truck.
"I don't believe this, after I just had it all steam cleaned too! We suddenly get this- this smelly- this- hmm wait, what is this stuff?"
The squirrel girl hesitantly scooped up a tomato sized blob of viscous white from the colourful canvas and raised it to her head. She hesitantly sniffed, her cheeks becoming a little flushed before she poked a small pink tongue free and touched it against the glossy white, then blinking she touched it again, then she opened her mouth and took a bite, scooping a mouthful of horse cum into her small mouth, her cheeks bulging out with the mass.
Her brow furrowed as she sloshed it around, trying to understand what it was she was tasting, stirring her tongue through the slurry. After a moment she froze up, quite what it was finally dawning on her. Too late however as she was already in the middle of swallowing the mouthful and the slippery substance slipped down her throat in one go before she could stop it.