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"What why?" said Astrid as she pressed her breasts up against Fey's front and looked up at her with big eyes.

"You told that newsletter everything that happened!" she lowered her voice, "What if your bandmates read it!"

"Oh, that," grumbled Baerinda. "I got talked into giving away the story, not my fault. Don't have to worry about them reading it though, why would they? They aren't exactly the target audience..."

"Aha, that was probably mostly me," said Chloe the water mage, "I couldn't stop thinking about how juicy a jilling material it was and how there would be so many who would never hear of the time the mighty Fey dominated a cute little water mage… also the money they offered was insane. But mostly I wanted to help horny women in need! Mostly!"

Fey could only sigh and shake her head as she followed after Ellaria.

She had to bat away a number of naked Baerinda illusions that only she could see as she went. The illusions were putting on a strip show, a very very lurid one. She somehow managed to avoid looking at the illusions, just, and she remained flaccid, much to the minotaurs girl's audible disappointment.

Braddox and Ellaria led them, the two captains cutting through the streets like a knife through butter, people scrambling to get out of the way of the pair's striding path. That suited Fey just fine. The captains combined with her current rare flaccidness meant that there wasn't a crowd of random horny girls chasing her tail, not counting the three minotaur girls.

Their destination soon came into view, a huge public square that was… very crowded. Fey felt her stomachs turn as she realised just how many people there were in the crowd. Really, there were just so many people! Thousands! Everyone from the poorest to the noblest who stood in their own section of raised stands.

She found it hard to believe that this many people had turned out just for them, but then the reason as to why that might be stood on the stage at the end of the square.

Lady Alexandria loomed over all, her massive nine and a half foot of height boosted further by the stage making her presence unavoidable. She utterly dominated the square and made Fey all the more nervous.

The dragoness was wearing her usual partial plate lorica armour with carriage crushing sword slung behind her back. Didn't she have any non-military clothing? Despite it being armour it only seemed to emphasise the dragoness's massive flaring hips and astonishingly large chest covered in cream white scales, cream white scales that covered her front to and were framed by her violet scaled back and sides. If that loxodon looked like she could break a person's hips then this dragoness looked like she could crater them into the earth's mantel.

Alexandria raised her hand with a smirk and the crowd roared.

"We're supposed to go out in front of all those people?! With that crazy dragoness?!" whisper hissed Fey. The two bands had stopped short of the square and darted into an alley to prepare for their entrance.

"Yes Fey, this is a good opportunity for us, we can get our names out there, maybe acquire some decently paid jobs."

"But there's so many people! Wh-what if I freeze up?! I- I can't!"

"Relax, you've faced down terrifying monsters I'm sure, this is nothing," said Astrid, "And anyway, you walk around all day with a massive throbbing erection in public! This is really is nothing!"

"That- That's not the same! I'm a centaur, we're allowed to be exposed on our horse halves! It's normal for centaurs, natural, a-and within the law! No one even gives it a second look anyway!"

The others paused and stared at Fey.

"I'm not sure that's quite true in your particular case Fey… Kinda hard not to give it a second look… and a third… and a fourth… and a touch." Baerinda licked her lips.

"N-nuu!" said Fey, backing away from the advancing minotaur.

"Baerinda. Professionalism." growled Braddox using his captain's voice, seemingly in an irritable mood.

The minotaur girl huffed, but backed off.

Fey couldn't help but notice that Braddox was behaving a little strangely. She watched out of the corner of her eye as the minotaur lifted a metal ring from his pocket, turned it in his fingers a few times, then seemed to come to a reluctant decision. He turned to face the alley wall as the others chatted and his hand stealthily slipped down his shorts with the metal ring. When he pulled his hand free the ring was nowhere to be seen.

Fey furrowed her brow, puzzled.

With encouragement the two bands at last pushed out into the square and the massive crowd parted as they quickly became aware of them, allowing a straight path to the stage.

Fey approached, wiping her sweaty palms against her blouse, the fur on her lower back standing on end, practically hyperventilating, this was all almost too much to handle with so many eyes on them.

She thanked her lucky stars she was currently flaccid, because of that it seemed almost all of the attention was being placed on Lily and Vivi as the two who were enormously pregnant, and Ellaria too, or at least that would have been the case if the elf was actually there. Fey blinked in surprise as she realised that her captain had ducked out and disappeared leaving them to face the crowd alone, Braddox the sole captain remaining.