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Shale Skipper awoke the day after her escapades with Cyanide the orc. She had a fairly normal day consisting of hearty meals of meat, breads, and fresh fruits. The orcs came and went as they went about their daily schedules. Foxglove never went far though, as her main focus was a small garden behind their tent. She tended to many flowers, herbs, and fruit bearing bushes. Hemlock was a hunter, and spent nearly the entire day in the woods. Cyanide foraged in a seperate part of the forest as to not scare off Hemlocks prey. Shale couldn't discern what Opium's job was, but they were gone for a large chunk of the day as well.

When everyone was back home, they ate a large dinner of roast boar, honey bread with blueberry jam, and a light and strangely nutty beer. Skipper was glad to be eating something other than stray berries and hardtack for once.

“So," Cyanide said between mouthfuls of pork, “who's up today?"

“Calling it," Foxglove said, giving Shale a wink. Shale swallowed a mouthful of partially chewed bread so she could offer a smile back.

“No fair! I had meat in my mouth!" Hemlock exclaimed.

“And pork is the only meat you'll have in your mouth tonight," Fox teased, sticking her tongue out at Hemlock. “The weed was ready to harvest today anyway so I want to share it with someone."

“Weed?" Shale asked.

“Yeah, you okay with that?" Fox returned.

“Uh, sure. I've only done it once before and It did nothing though."

“That's normal. This strain will knock your teeth out though, so get ready!" they continued to eat dinner, chatting casually about each others days and exchanging affectionate glances. Skipper felt nice to be part of it if only for a short while.

After dinner, Hemlock took the carcass of the boar out into the woods so that insects could feast on the bones and miniscule bits of meat left. Opium and Cyanide set about cleaning the dinner table, but Foxglove took Skipper's hand and led her away.

Near the back of the large tent was a small “room" made of mismatched curtains. Fox gestured Skipper inside and quickly followed. Almost the entirety of the floor was made of various pillows of differing size. A magic glow lamp cast the room in a soft reddish glow. There was ample room for both of them if they rested upon the pillows.

“Well, welcome to my room," Fox said, “ain't much but I don't use it for much more than fucking and sleeping. Even then, we sorta do those things anywhere we want." Fox placed a hand on Skippers back and gently pushed forward. “Get comfy squirt." Skipper did so. Skipper was still a little too shy to walk around naked as the orcs did, but she did only wear her pants. The soft cushions that made up the floor felt incredible against the bare skin of her upper body.

“Milady, this room feels like heaven."

“Yeah it's pretty great huh? Well it's gonna feel even more divine once we're both toasted. Get comfy, i'll pack you a hit." Skipper threw herself onto the soft cushions and settled in quite comfortably.

Foxglove proceeded to procure a glass water pipe and a mortar and pestle. She ground up a small handful of weed and stuffed some into the bowl. “You know how to do this right?" Foxglove asked.

“It's been a while but yes I should," Shale said, taking the pipe and match that Fox handed her. Skipper lit the match with a fingernail and proceeded to take a hit. It was clumsy, and she left plenty of green in the bowl, but she certainly took it in as marked by her hacking cough. Foxglove gave her a pat on the back. “Sorry," Skipper managed to choke out.

“Think nothing of it," Fox said.

Foxglove's back was turned towards Skipper now. She seemed to be fiddling with something small she had pulled from the corner. “Like you said, it's been a while." Fox turned around, revealing that she had put on bright purple lipstick. She grabbed the pipe from the coughing human. Skipper had tears in her eyes and she could feel the hot smoke in her throat. Fox packed a new bowl, lit a match, and huffed down the whole thing without even smearing her lipstick. She held it in for near fifteen seconds then let the puff of smoke out with a hearty sigh.

Foxglove sank into the cushions near Skipper, not high yet but incredibly content in the fact that she would soon be. She reached over and picked up Skipper effortlessly (an action that made Skipper blush whenever the orcs did it) and laid her in her lap. Skipper was clearing her throat and coughing every once in a while. Fox lay there stroking her hair and chest until her body calmed down.

“Okay squirt?" Skipper simply nodded slowly. “High yet?" Skipper nodded even slower. Fox laughed at this. “You are just the cutest lil thing." She leaned down and planted a fat kiss on her cheek, leaving a bright purple kiss mark. Skipper giggled goofily and blushed, throwing all pretense of being a chivalrous warrior out the window, and letting herself melt under Foxglove's touch.

Foxglove leaned down and started laying more purple kisses on Skippers neck and shoulders, undoing her pants as she did so.

“God, you're so fucking small," Foxglove laughed. Skipper joined in. Foxglove suddenly looked serious. “I meant your body by the way. I wouldn't diss your cock, bud."

“I understood!" Skipper said a little too emphatically.

“Good!" Fox returned, planting a big sloppy kiss on the corner of Skippers mouth. “Now c'mere squirt." Fox lifted Skipper again and slid her pants of completely, revealing her erect cock. Fox proceeded to swallow Skippers cock whole, an act not difficult considering the difference in size between the two races. Skipper shuddered and moaned in ecstasy. Fox's warm mouth was unbearable, and she felt her cock throb as it shot several thick strings of cum into Fox's mouth. Fox pulled back, revealing another kiss mark on the skin surrounding Skippers dick. She swallowed the load with ease.

“Yer supposed to cum in my pussy, squirt," Fox chuckled. Skipper laughed breathlessly.

“I couldn't help it. Everything feels so good right now, you're so warm." Skipper leaned forward to hug Foxglove. She dug her fingers in wherever she could, feeling the soft rolls of fat. She felt like she was getting absorbed into the orcs flesh. She wouldn't mind if she was in all honesty.

“Well, while you recover from that, how about you feel how soft this is," Foxglove proceed to grab Skipper by the back of the head and shove her face into her pussy. Foxglove was certainly an “outie", with huge wrinkled inner labia that were a dark purple-ish color. Skipper took in a deep breath and felt the soft lips against her face. The musk nearly made her lightheaded it was so strong and delicious. Skipper started to nibble and lick any bit of meat she could get her mouth around.

“Now that's a good girl," Fox encouraged. Skipper dug in, almost overwhelmed by the amount of flesh and juice to nibble and lap up. The vagina was so huge that Skipper's entire face was nearly inside of it half the time. It was warm and inviting.

After a few minutes of this, Skipper remembered her manners and decided to shift focus to Fox's throbbing clitoris, which was almost bigger than her own cock. She sucked on it, using her hands to stimulate Fox's labia and feel that wonderful warm fleshy texture. The inside of her pussy was coarser than most, the texture was hypnotic in Skipper's altered state.

“All right, enough of that, fuck me now," Fox said, lifting Skipper up and slapping her down on her own belly so that her cock was in the prime position to penetrate. Skipper grabbed hold of Fox's warm tummy, rubbing her face in it and nibbling at it. She wiggled a little bit until her cock began to press against Fox's pussy. It took considerable force to enter the huge thing, but once she entered she felt she had entered heaven. The heat emanating from Fox's genitals seemed to radiate into Skipper's own body. She shuddered and moaned helplessly. Fox moaned in a very controlled way. She was enjoying this, but not as much as Skipper was.

“Sitting there doesn't make babies squirt. Start working," Fox whispered

“Y-yes," Skipper said in between shaking moans, “ma'am!" Skipper began to thrust in and out of Fox as best as she could. Waves of pleasure radiated from her dick head and into her whole body. She felt the world disappear around her. All that existed was warm and wet and soft. In her mind, they were deep under a sea of fluffy pillows, and they were the only two people in the world.

At the edge of losing herself in her own thoughts, Skipper snapped back to attention as she felt an orgasm build in the base of her stomach. She began to kiss and grab Fox's belly vigorously as she came in the orc.

After, she collapsed, spent, next to the orc. The air in the tent was musky and thick. Skipper laid there in a trance brought on by afterglow and weed.

“Am I dead?" she asked shakily. Fox laughed.

“No, squirt, you aren't dead." Fox leaned over and left a kiss mark on Shale's belly.