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A determined group consisting of two teenagers, an orc, and dozens of teddy bears streamed toward the front gates of the estate.
"Is that normal?" asked Glasha, eyeing the dozen or so girls who were hanging off the bars of the front gate and peering within. She had found a short skirt to replace her ripped apart shorts from somewhere, it wouldn't have done to walk around half naked in public even for an orc.
"Mm, pretty much. Ever since Fey started staying we get a few hangers around. More and more as the newsletter blew up. The maids usually chase them away though."
Ruby unlocked the front gates as she spoke and the group of girls tried to rush inside.
Glasha took hold of the gates and prevented them from going further with her body.
"You want in? you want Fey?"
The question sent a ripple of chattering through the gaggle of girls.
Glasha grabbed up a note from one of the passing bears and shoved it into one of the girl's hands. "Follow the instructions on this and try not to get in the way yes?"
The girl took the note blankly and began to read it. The other girls peered over her shoulder reading it too as Glasha and the teenagers pushed past.
Once outside they quickly made their way away from the estate and into the city streets proper. It wasn't long before they were forced to split up though, the teenagers headed toward their school as Glasha went to her favourite bar.
She arrived quickly. It was nearby and being seven foot tall tended to give a long stride that ate up ground, especially so when the need was quite urgent.
The signboard above the door read, 'The Green Bitch'.
Glasha pushed inside, the heat and smoke and the smell of spilt ale and sweat washing over her. It was the smell of home.
The roar of noisy orcs was deafening. Unfortunately orcs always had an opinion and weren't afraid to share or talk over each other in a competition to be heard. All orc bars tended to be like this.
There was of course a mix of male and female orcs, the guys flirting and boasting and flexing like peacocks to the girls. Not very successfully. Glasha doubted that they knew every single female orc there almost certainly had a piece of Fey shaped mini rubber in their panties.
She grabbed hold of the nearest female orc and bellowed in her ear, trying to make herself heard over the noise.
The girl blinked at her in confusion, then looked down at the hand gripping her shoulder. To Glasha's dismay she realised the orc had drunk more than a few and found a fist headed toward her face.
She slipped by it and flipped the orc over her knee sending her crashing to the ground.
Not even that slowed the packed bar from its mayhem, although it did trigger a fight as the orcs ale mug whipped from her hand and crashed over the heads of a group nearby.
The fighting quickly spread, fists flung, chairs smashed, beer splashed.
Sometimes being an orc was such a hassle.
She strode toward the wooden bar and climbed on top, giving her a view over the now near rioting crowd.
Then she turned and lifted the near full size fey dildo from its bracket over the bar. The thick heavy thing dipping in her grip.
A few girls had taken notice and were staring wide eyed.
Glasha was happy to give them a show and she flipped up her new skirt and in one motion slipped the dildo into herself, her breasts wobbling madly as her belly bulge crashed into them.
The noise in the bar petered off as the sight of an orc taking a cock the size of a leg drew all attention.
"Any girl here wanna be able to take a real cock? Then follow me out of this shithole, Fey is waiting for you."
She jumped down, dildo still inside, and strode out the bar.
After a moment every girl in the place hurried after her.
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