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Fey trotted down the busy city street at the rear of the band.

There were two small weights on her back. One was visible, Lily sat cross-legged, an otterkin doll in her lap, and behind her a second weight, one that Fey could only feel as the owner of said weight was quite invisible.

The crowd was busy around them, and Fey was distracted by having to concentrate and avoid any males touching up against her for fear of accidentally absorbing them. That she was quite a bit larger than she had been made this all the more difficult, it was taking time for her to get used to her new size.

She was so distracted that she failed to notice the invisible weight lift off her back, that is until she felt something warm and soft touching up against the tip of her throbbing three-foot long horse cock. She flinched in surprise and a soft squeak came from below her barrel as her cock head pressed up harder against it.

She turned and glared at Lily who was holding the otterkin doll with an extremely guilty look in her eyes.

"Lily! What on earth are you doing?"

The otterkin nearly jumped out of her skin and clutched the doll to her chest causing more squeaks to come from below Fey's barrel.

She turned big round watery eyes up at Fey.

"I- I just w-want to do- a - a- little m-m-milking…"

Fey hesitated at how upset the otterkin looked. Maybe she had underestimated just how addicted the otterkin girl had been to masturbating her, she looked genuinely upset.

This really wasn't the time or place for this, she couldn't- but then the puppy dog eyes that Lily was giving her were hard to resist. After a moment she sighed.

"No milking, okay, but… maybe you can sleeve her on me, just for a little bit."

Lily's eyes lit up like lanterns in the night and she jerked the doll. The pressure on her increased massively until with a sloppy wet Schl-pop! Her dick slid inside the invisible otterkin sleeve that was Kayla. She stumbled as she trotted, the sudden boiling hot tight wetness around her length was a stunning sensation and it took a moment for her to recover.

"oh gawd she's so much beeger!" came a soft voice from below.

"G-gods…" breathed Fey.

She glanced back at Lily who was staring at the doll, clearly fighting with her will power not to start jerking it up and down.

"Y-you're not moving it, But aren't I still moving Lily?"

Lily blinked and looked up at her. "Oh, you mean why isn't your motion causing her to move? Uhm, I think it's the same as throwing, it's relative and has to be touching a person. I'm not moving relative to you, so..."

"That- makes sense," said Fey as she struggled to juggle the sensation of Kayla's tight little pussy squeezing her on all sides with the difficulty of avoiding touching all males in the packed crowd.

She was on the verge of losing it and relaxing into Kayla when the crowd suddenly parted.

The roadway they were walking down was interrupted by a very large building, or rather a complex made up of many buildings connected by covered walkways and courtyards. The largest building was a mostly wooden construction with many arches. At four storeys tall it was like a small fort, but with a tiled roof, an overgrown tavern.

Ahead of her Ellaria swept her arm dramatically. "Bine's Adventurers Guild, for what it's worth. I believe It's one of the better rated ones."

"So uh, do we just go inside? And Uhm?"

"Well, yes. Follow me."

The group crossed over to the main entrance and Ellaria swept through the huge double doors, more nervous members of the group in tow.

Inside Fey and Lily looked around wide-eyed. Even Flora perked up a bit. The lobby hall area had definitely been designed to impress, a tall triple-level galleried room filled with noise and movement. Every inch of wall was dripping with trophies and treasure. Huge skulls the size of wagons framed a broad staircase going up at one end, one skull some kind of plated lizard, the other a bird skull with three eye sockets, the great sword that killed it still embedded in its cranium. Overhead the body of a great winged bird had been pinned, it's wingspan at least thirty feet, its multicoloured plumage sparkling like precious metals. At one end of the room a carved wooden bar rested, bending under the sheer weight of alcohol, above it the giant body of a black and white crab with a great surplus of seven claws of which each held a rough-iron giant hammer or a broken greatsword or a rusty looking mace.

The floor itself was stuffed with a hundred tables packed to the gills and the galleries above heaved with people clutching tankards and talking animatedly.

"I, uh, I didn't know it was uhm, this popular…" mumbled Fey.