This was a Wednesday. A day for trade and helping the community. Donations of food and medical herbs had already been prepared and their weekly shipments set to be fulfilled. Nash and Moo were loading them into the cart right now. Moo was free to join but Nash needed to stay behind and prepare the Evening meal. Rosen would have to find at least one more to help.
There was a tug at her dress. Rosen turned to see a young girl in a purple dress and large wizard hat and carried a staff. She seemed just out of school, her brown hair still in braids.
"E-excuse me." She stammered. "Can you help find my friends? We are a new adventuring party and I can't find them."
"Of course dear." Rosen spoke softly. "We'll find them for sure. Oh Plip dear!'
Plip but down his mop and headed over. Studious as always, wearing his form fitting cassock which made him look closer to his actual age.
"What do your friends look like?"
"Well, they are both boys about my age. One has blond hair and wears a green shirt. He carries a sword. The other has black hair and a blue shirt. He has a bow."
"Perfect. I'll search the East wing. Plip, you go with her to check the West wing. I'm sure they couldn't have gone far."
"Yes, Priestess." Plip half bowed and lead the girl away.
Young adventures exploring the world. Would not be surprised if this was their first outing. This girl seemed so cute and innocent. Yet her staff was winding and complex, indicating one with skills beyond her age. Those party members best be more kind to her in the future. This girl has great potential. Now where could they have possibly gone off to?
Rosen first thought to check the private rooms. As their name suggests, it's the first place to go for some alone time. The Eastern side had a hall full of these rooms. Most were quite small and intimate. With just barely enough room to squeeze in two people. Others were larger, meant for our taller and stouter races but could still fit a good number of more average sized people. Their doors appeared to be of simple wood but they were enchanted to prevent sights and sounds, among other things, from leaking out.
They had other enchantments as well. Most useful at the moment was a little square on their upper half. When Red, they were occupied and not to be disturbed. Green meant occupied, but wanting to be disturbed. And Blue meant empty and ready for the next guest. At the moment, all but one door was Blue.
The door's enchantments are meant to block out prying eyes and ears. But Rosen was the Church Priestess, the highest authority in the building. As such, she had certain privileges. She placed a hand upon the door, now able to see and hear what was upon the other side.
"Fucking Hell, girl, you never stop cumming do yah?"
Inside was a scruffy looking vagrant, his trousers dropped to the floor. Wrapped around him were two white, furry legs belonging to a Rabbit Kin, bare but for a pair of pink panties dangling from the left ankle.
"MOOORE!"
Sugar screamed and moaned every time he filled her. Not just edging closer to the threshold but passing through it constantly. Then the Vagrant raised one hand and grabbed her ears, yanking her body upward forcefully.
"UUUUAAAAGH!"
"Cum again, love? You like them being pulled? That feel good?
"NOOOO!!! It Hurts! Pull Them MOOOOORE!!!"
And that's enough of that. Adventurers aren't here and clearly Sugar won't be coming along. Will have to give her a scolding later.
Rosen kept searching. Perhaps they weren't satisfied by the morning meal and wanted a snack? Strong boys do have quite the appetite. Sure enough there were noises coming from the kitchen, Rosen decided to take a little peak.
"Come on, when is it my turn?"
There was the blond boy. He was washing dishes from breakfast. Why would he want to do that? What did he mean by his turn? And where in the world is-
"Miss Joizz, they are so soft."
Joizz was lying lazily on the floor against the wall. She had opened her dress top, allowing her massive breast to spill out for all to see. The black haired boy was pushed up against her, his head between her breasts like a sandwich with too little meat and too much bread.
"Nows nows, is good to share." Joizz leaned back, paying no mind to her body being used. "Do dishes more. And you get nother go. And if you do more chores, maybe use other spots."
Joizz lifted up her short skirt, showing off her unkempt blue hair framed by torn, hole riddled pantyhose. This was all the motivation the boy needed and he rushed off to finish another load of dishes.
Rosen pinched the bridge of her nose.
"At least she's actually getting the chores done this time." She muttered to herself in frustration.
Having found the lost companions, Rosen went to tell the girl. Though she didn't know exactly what to tell her. And fortunately, or unfortunately depending on your outlook, she could not find the girl. She and Plip were nowhere to be found. Risen had no choice but to check the West Wing herself.
The Western wing was mostly storage and the Clergy members' private chambers. Not too much of interest. So Rosen figured there was only one place they could be. She quietly tiptoes to Plip's room. The sounds all but confirming her suspicions. Meaty slaps and saliva filled gagging she knew all to well.
"Do, COUGH, do you think," The adventurer cleared her throat. "Do you think they will like this?
"Of course. Are you sure this was your first time? You're a natural. Though, this alone won't satisfy them forever."
"It won't? What should I- Woah!" There a sound of shuffling and a body lightly plopped on the bed. "W-wait! I don't think that will fiIIIIIIT!!!"
Those boys better treat her well. She is going to be something great.
Rosen had counted out Sugar, Joizz and now Plip for the charity trip. Guess that only left Thera and Blush. So it was going to be Blush. Thera was going to have a very busy day all her own. Blush was thankfully much easier to find, sweeping the main hall. Her scaly body was almost completely covered by black cloth. She had high stocking and long gloves, a cloth across her tail of similar design as well. She wore a large brim hat with a veil that hid her face and shorts beneath her dress to keep full modesty. After all that, only a small sliver of pink shone past all the black. Blush had no confidence in her body and did not want others to see. She even refused to do Evening services unless it was dark. She is a beautiful Kobalt with the most incredible color, if only she could be convinced that was the truth.
"Blush. You will be accompanying me and Moo to town today."
"Yes Ms. Mary. Let me just get my coat and umbrella."
"No need. Its a lovely day. The winter chill hasn't hit quite yet."
"But Ms. Mary, I-"
"No buts. You will be just fine as you are. Head to the cart now, I just want to check one more thing before we go."
Blush bowed, as was her people's tradition, and scurried away. Rosen just wanted to check on Thera, make sure she wasn't slacking off. The line to the Confessional Booth had grown. And what's more, they seemed less patient. One was banging at the door and shouting.
"Come off it lad, you've been at it half an hour."
"What can I help you with?" Rosen stepped in.
"There's a lad who went in and hasn't come out for a good while. Taking his sweet time he is."
Rosen placed her hand on the door, again making use of her privileges to hear inside.
"Marry Me! Please be my Wife!"
Rosen recognized that voice. It was the Baker's son, Jonathan. He was smitten by Thera the moment he laid eyes on her. No matter what, he did not seem to give up this pursuit. Regardless of what Rosen, his father, Thera herself or even the court of law had to say.
"This isn't what the booth is for." Thera gritted her teeth as he kept entering her womb. "You are supposed to be telling your deepest desires."
"You're my Desire! I Love You! I want to Marry You!"
The sounds of one sided love grew louder and more frantic.
"Have My Children!"
Rosen removed her hand and turned to the crowd.
"It will just be another minute. I assure you everyone will have their turn in the confessional."
Rosen left them to Thera's care. She could handle things just fine. Outside Nash and Moo had finished loading the cart. Nash was shirtless, as was how he preferred to be. Blush couldn't help but watch as he tied the last load with his hairy arms. Moo was strapping the cart to herself to pull. She was far better then any horse or ox this Church had ever seen. She wore only her Dress, and even then that was a slight exaggeration. Sourcing materials for one her size was a monumental task. Despite their best efforts the dress still ended up being shorter and more exposed than the rest. Especially the wide open back and open front which only just covered her nipples. It would take a fortune to cloth her any bit more. Thankfully, Moo paid it no mind. And the people of Lecton, for which they were now off to visit, certainly had no complaints. The Morning Rituals now complete, it was time the help our community.