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The Peddler & the Fairy: Part 9

The girls continue their shopping.

In 10 parts, by Scholarly Mori. Listen to the Podcast at Explicit Novels.

"Now to go get new clothes!" Azalea sang as they exited the goblin smith's shop. She was happy and a bit amused, watching Chitchat walk unsteadily trying to acclimate to her new accessory.

"Yes, we've had enough distractions for one day," asserted Reina.

"We have a bit of a walk," groused Chitchat. "This way."

The job Chitchat had anticipated to be simple was proving more than she and her rear had bargained for. She rubbed her temples. Friendship assplugs? Really? Who even thinks of something like that? I've never even put my fingers in there before. Thought I was gonna pee myself. This should have been easy -- answer some questions, follow two rural girls around, watch them window shop, and make some money. Easy and simple. You can do it, Chitchat. Just a few more hours, and you'll be eating good and plug-free.'

"Hey, Reina, look!"

Chitchat's introspection was interrupted. She looked over her shoulder to see Azalea pointing from between Reina's breasts at a large bronze statue of a young arachne woman operating a loom.

Reina surveyed the plaza. "They sure do like their urban sculptures."

Lanterns placed strategically around the outer edge of the plaza aimed their light at the arachne woman's tapestry which reflected the colors back, bathing the surrounding area in variegated hues.

"They are more than just decorative pieces," answered Chitchat. "They help people know which plaza is which since they are all designed the same. This one was erected in front of the tailor and seamstresses' neighborhood."

Halfway down the street, Chitchat stopped at a storefront with an unusually wide set of double doors and a hanging sign of two crossed bobbins. "Here we are."

"The Silky Loom," read Azalea, wiggling free from Reina.

Chitchat leaned against a wooden post holding up the awning. "I'll wait out here while you two conduct your business."

"Why?" asked Azalea.

She looked down at her tattered cloak. "I'm usually not welcome in nice places like this."

Azalea grabbed Chitchat's hand and pulled her past Reina."Then, I'll speak up for you if they don't like you."

Reina gave an apologetic look as Chitchat was dragged once again by Azalea. Being the last to enter, Reina closed the door against the outside noise.

Shelves of wool, hemp, muslin, and silk were neatly sorted by material, hue, and size on three walls. Hanging from the ceiling were nets filled with balls of yarn. Behind a heavy curtain lining the fourth wall, the patterned sound of a long clack followed by two short ones was heard.

Reina took a step forward and felt the floor give slightly with a small creak. The clacking stopped. She looked down curiously. The carpet she stepped on had white threads extending out from it and underneath the veil.

"Coming!" called a cheerful voice. A worn hand pushed aside the curtain, and out stepped an older arachne woman with an apron stuffed with needles and scissors. Her salt-and-pepper hair was tied in a bun. Her mature face had telltale crow's feet beginning to develop around her kindly eyes.

"Not often do I get so many cute dearies wandering into my shop! Welcome!" She re-adjusted the black and gold shawl over her shoulders.

"My name is Gertrude, one of the oldest shop owners in the city! How can I help you today? If you're just looking, you're welcome to browse as long as you wish, or if you have a specific request, I can make everything from formal to loungewear, made with any fabric you find in the store, including my own silk."

Reina stepped forward. "We would like a price estimate for formal wear for a business meeting and two winter coats."

"Three," Azalea corrected.

"Three?"

"Yes, something for Chitchat."

Chitchat, who had been studying a display mannequin, looked up in surprise. "One gift was already more than enough. No need to trouble yourselves."

The large arachne shook her head and marched over, looming over the younger girl.

Chitchat slunk back.

"Now, sweetie, none of that. I can't rightly feel good with such a young an' sweet thing such as yourself catching your death out in the cold this winter. Granny Gertrude will get you girls properly attired."

She ushered them into a side fitting room, fawning disapprovingly over the tiny flaws in their current clothes: "The stitching on this cloak is abysmal! How do you even make clothes out of flowers? The hems on this blanket are way too low -- they'll fray them in no time!"

She stopped mid-complaint. "When did you need these completed?"

"The formal attire we need by tonight," replied Reina.

"That doesn't give us much time. I think I can modify some pieces I already have. I should also have some doll clothes left over I'll be able to modify quick-like. Won't take any time at all! Any particular pattern or cloth you want them to be made out of?"

Reina looked at the other girls. "We'll leave it to your judgment."

"Splendid!" Gertrude effused and then regarded each girl's overall build and height. "I have a few ideas. I love when my customers give me creative freedom! I'm going to need to take some measurements. Who'd like to go first?"

"I will." Azalea landed on a nearby table and assumed a T-pose, standing straight with her arms held out parallel to the table surface. "My name's Azalea, by the way."

"And you certainly remind me of one!"

Azalea fluttered her wings happily.

"Just let me get something to jot some notes down."

As the seasoned arachne turned around, Azalea's eyes were drawn to the darkened entrance to her silk hole at the back end of her abdomen. She wondered what it'd feel like to stick her arm inside. Shaking her head at the impolite thought, she jumped as a thread of silk shot out, clinging to the table edge beside her.

With paper and chalk in hand, Gertrude snipped the thread and started sectioning off lengths with black marks. "Are you ok, dear? You look a bit red."

"I'm sorry. I didn't mean to stare. I was just startled."

"Good heavens, that was a bit improper of me, waving my bottom in front of your face like that. Technically, I'm supposed to get consent before I do that since some people get hot and bothered seeing me do that. Though I find it rather odd since my unmentionables are actually under my thorax. My memory isn't what it used to be."

"We had to sign something like that at the last shop we visited," acknowledged Azalea. "If I sign it, can I see you do it again?"

"I don't see why not."

"Azalea, isn't that a little rude?"

"It's alright, Reina, dear. I'm more than happy to indulge a healthy curiosity" She handed the girls a list of past signees. Upon receiving and nodding approvingly at their signatures, she turned around and reintroduced her abdomen.

"All arachne produce silk, but not all use it because they either don't need to, due to their fast running speed or jumping prowess, or only use it sometimes. Take a look." She back up to the table.

Azalea helped spread the opening as Gertrude relaxed her hole's entrance and peered inside. Seven little spinnerets were nestled in the shallow, moist cavity.

"Arachne silk is a versatile substance; very strong yet light. We produce seven different types of silk: one for raising our young in, a thick one for web scaffolding, a sticky one for making the core part of a web, a strong and non-sticky one we can use like a rope, an intricate one for connecting threads to other threads, and one for creating little sticky droplets we can place along specific parts of a thread."

"What's the last one for?" Azalea queried.

"For wrapping up things, but male arachne have an alternative use. They don't have that organ humans use for mating, so they use it to hold their seed when they wish to mate."

"Was your husband human?"

"Yes. He was the most charming and sweetest man I've ever met. He didn't properly know how arachne conducted courtship, but he heard a rumor that male arachne give gifts of their seed to females. So he went out of his way to ask a male arachne for their special webbings just so he could deposit his seed into it and use it to propose to me." She put a hand to her cheek. "He misunderstood the meaning, but I found the attempt very romantic."

"What did you do with it?"

"I ate it."

"You; ate it?"

"Normally, when a male gives us that kind of gift, the two are already mates. It just means they want offspring, but I'm infertile, so I ate it. It's not uncommon. Silk-making takes a lot out of an arachne body, so they often eat their silk to recycle it."

"My husband may have gotten the particulars mixed up, but it turned me on so much! Before he realized what was happening, I dragged him back home and spun a little suspended-web bed since he was a fair bit smaller than me. I accepted his offer, if you know what I mean. Was my first time mating human style. I quite liked it; but here I am just talking about myself."

She set about measuring Azalea with the marking thread. "Are you three from around here?"

"Reina and I aren't, but Chitchat is. I'm from a little fairy village in the north-central region. Reina is from the northeast. We both met Life-mate and arrived in town just today to live here with him."

"How lovely! Let me welcome you to Iceford. It's a bit noisy at times but a safe place to live. Always lively and innovative. Ok, Azalea, I'm going to need to measure your chest next."

Azalea lifted the flaps covering her chest, proudly displaying her breasts.

"Ah, to be young again! Such soft, clear skin. I was quite a looker when I was your age. All the young men used to compliment me when I wore lacy stockings or very short skirts that barely covered them." She stroked the glossy black exoskeleton of her thigh and pedipalp. "And for some odd reason, a few wanted me to tie them up and do lewd things to them."

"Really?"

"I didn't really understand it but always found it amusing."

"I'm sad for you not being able to have children," lamented Azalea.

"I appreciate your feelings, deary. I do have regrets, but I'm busy enough where I don't get lonely much, and I'm content dressing up all you youngins in pretty clothes."

"Well, if I ever see you around town, I'll definitely come say hi!"

"That's very sweet of you. So, you are all together with the same special someone?"

"Just Azalea and I. We both met Herd-mate very close to each other, time-wise. Chitchat is acting as our city guide for the day."

"Does little Chitchat have a special someone?"

"Not in the way you're asking. She's; more like someone I take care of."

"I bet she appreciates you a lot."

"In her own unique way, yes."

"Well, that should do it." Gertrude patted Azalea on the head. "Shall we measure lovely Reina next?"

Upon hearing her name, Reina tensed up and looked away,

Gertrude noticed her trepidation.

"Azalea, why don't you take Chitchat into the front room, choose some colored palettes you like, then take her to freshen up in the bathroom upstairs while I measure Reina. There should be a large, hot kettle you can use to heat up the water."

"Sure thing!"

Reina was still unsure whether it was the sheer force of charisma or confusion, but seeing a ratgirl being dragged away by a fairy a fraction of her size was something she wasn't getting tired of seeing, and she smiled.

"Now, my dear, I noticed you seemed a bit uncomfortable. It's alright. No need to feel shy around granny. These old eyes have seen it all."

"I'm sorry, it's just, " she hesitantly started as she removed her coat to reveal her scars.

Gertrude frowned. "Good heavens! Who would do such a thing to such a lovely young woman? Brutes, I'd wager. People who wouldn't know refinement and beauty if it clobbered them over the head. You don't have to tell me how you got these, but I just want you to know that it's here that beauty continues to mature and blossom," she declared while pointing to her heart. "Take it from me. The outside matters less and less as you get older."

"Life-mate k, kissed them the first time he saw them."

"Sounds like you found yourself a keeper with a good head on his shoulders." The old weaver stepped back and looked Reina up and down. "This old seamstress knows a few tricks, so let's see if we can't turn your blemishes into something beautiful. My old grandweaver had a strong belief that even the messiest and most lopsided webs could be made beautiful with creativity."

"There's really no need for you to go out of your way. I keep them covered well enough."

Gertrude stood up straight. "As the foremost seamstress in the city, I'll tell you now! Us craftsmen don't apply our trade just to subsist on. We take pride in making new and more creative facets of beauty when applying our craft. I take great delight in tackling this challenge, so there is no reason we can't boost your self-image a little as well."

She smiled warmly. "Now, please raise your arms."

A sudden squeal, followed by giggling and a sudden splash, erupted from upstairs.

"Sounds like those two are getting along well," Gertrude laughed.

Reina sighed. "I'm sorry for all the mess Azalea is probably making."

"It's perfectly alright. You youngsters' youthful energy is a delight to these old ears."

She wrapped the measuring tape around Reina's chest. "Such lovely breasts. I'll have to make something special for them. While I can't make many large pieces, my specialty is making lacy lingerie from my silk. I'm sure you probably couldn't guess that."

"May I make a small request?" asked Reina.

"Of course!"

"I'm going to be lactating soon, "

"Oh, you're expecting?"

"No, no, Azalea put the lactation crest on us so we could help Herd-mate with expenses. Could you make it so, "

"So It's easy to gain access to suckle from?"

Reina blushed. "So they don't stain the clothes."

"Sure thing."

Reina had redonned her coat when Azalea and a much cleaner but worn-out-looking Chitchat returned wearing only a towel. Azalea struggled to stay airborne while carrying several examples of colors she wanted, and Chitchat brought the rest.

"I decided I want some combination of these colors! I heard the word lingerie. What is that?" demanded Azalea in her typical high-energy style. She set the spools on the table.

"It's an undergarment worn primarily by humans to increase their sex appeal."

"But how do you see it if it's under your clothes?"

"Some outfits give little peeks and glimpses of the lingerie. Think of it as clothing that titillates or accentuates what's underneath. Oh, I can't wait to show you what I'm envisioning!" she bubbled. "But first, now that Chitchat looks freshened up, I'll take her measurements."

Chitchat removed the towel, still not believing she was exposing herself twice in one day.

Gertrude worked her way around, appraising Chitchat's petite form. "Such slender legs and arms you have, and these tiny hands we certainly must make some mittens for." Gertrude turned Chitchat around. "Your tail is so expressive. Please bend over a little."

Chitchat did as she was asked.

"Oh, this is a pretty little accessory!" Gertrude commented.

"Yes, we just got them from Eitri's shop. Friendship assplugs! We all got one!" Azalea exclaimed. She turned around and bent over. Peering back between her legs, she pulled her ass cheeks apart. "Such a sunny color, isn't it?"

Gertrude laughed. "Young people have such imaginative ways to express themselves these days."

Finished with her measuring, she compiled all her notes and furiously drew up plans for the girls' outfits. Once the plans were complete, she handed them to Reina for review.

"I don't know if we can afford all this, Azalea. Herd-mate was rather adamant about not wanting to spend the client's money."

Gertrude reached for an abacus and did some calculations. "Taking into account the type of material and estimated amount as well as the number of outfits, we can apply the new customer discount, the cute discount, and the creative-freedom discount." She winked, rewrote a bill of sale, and handed it to Reina. "This should be the final price."

Reina looked chagrined but grateful. "Thank you."

"Then I'll get to work right away! I should be able to finish your coats before you leave, and I'll have someone deliver your formal attire by tonight."

----

It was late afternoon when the girls met up with Devin, each sporting their new winter coat. They wore matching wool-dyed, bluish-gray cloaks with large wooden buttons and a bunny-fur-lined hood embroidered with images that reminded one of winter. Reina's was different only in its length, extending all the way down her back and over her tail.

"Life-mate! I missed you!" Azalea beelined into Devin's chest, giving him a big hug.

"It's only been a few hours, but I missed you two as well. How'd it go?"

"We had a very; full yet productive shopping trip," Reina replied.

"We had so much fun, Life-mate! I can't wait to tell you all about it! How do we look?" Azalea did a little twirl.

Devin nodded approvingly. "Adorable as always!"

Azalea squealed in delight.

"And Reina, equally as majestic. Though I doubt the cold bothered you much."

"No, it doesn't, but I'm glad you like it. I can't wait to show you our new dresses tonight and; what's under them," she expressed with a slight blush.

He kissed her. "I'll look forward to it."

He turned his attention to Chitchat. She stood there awkwardly in her new coat. "I see you all got matching ones."

"Y; yes, though I tried to tell them I didn't need one. Reina mentioned something about not spending a lot."

"Sometimes it can't be helped. How does it feel?" Devin checked.

"It is quite warm," she mumbled.

"What's this, what's that!?!" cried an excited Azalea buzzing around the packages in Devin's arms.

Reina's stomach growled.

"Let's eat somewhere, and then I'll show you," he laughed, trying to dodge her closer inspection.

Reina looked to Chitchat for suggestions. "Where should we eat?"

"I know!" enthused Azlea, waving her hand. "I saw it before we went to the toy store."

"Toy store?" asked Devin.

"We'll tell AND show you after we eat,." shouted an impatient Azalea, already several paces away.

Devin wondered what she meant as he followed the girls back to the corner with the fenced-off street, causing Devin to pause. Raising his eyebrow at Reina, he challenged, "You went down this street?"

Reina pointed at Azalea.

"Of course she did. That explains the toy store."

"I didn't let her buy anything, Herd-mate," she affirmed.

"I wouldn't have minded even if she did, but thank you for looking out for my coin purse, Reina."

Chitchat lagged behind, trying to make sense of her feelings. She had set her mind on doing what she had to do to survive. It wouldn't be her first time swindling someone, but it was exceedingly rare for someone to be kind to her, much less give her things this nice or brand new. These chumps were too generous for their own good, and it was causing pesky feelings to arise, making her resolve falter.

She pushed the feelings aside and quickened her pace when she saw they were getting too far ahead.

"Found it!" Azalea shouted, nearly a block ahead. She pointed to the store-length sign above the window.

"Bear Buns Bakery," Devin read aloud.

Azalea peered in the storefront window. "I'm loving this street more and more!" she moaned and drooled, face plastered to the window. "They know how to set up an eye-catching display!"

"The baker of such; risque confections such as these could almost have drawn inspiration from your special art collection," observed Reina.

Arrayed behind the front window, on a slightly tilted display table, were cookies artfully shaped in a multitude of human and demi-human genitalia, surrounded by gingerbread men and women in adorable acts of love-making. Along the periphery were an assortment of similarly-themed pies and cakes with fruits, nuts, and glazes strategically placed to enhance the bawdy display.

Azalea smiled smugly. "You're right! Great minds must think alike."

This is your opportunity Chitchat! She thought to herself. Now, while their backs are turned!

The bag of money hung from Reina's side. With them all huddled around the display, deft fingers and speedy legs would make for a successful grab-and-run before they even knew what had happened. However, for some reason, a tiny piece of her made her hesitate, and she derided herself over her weakness. The fleeting moment was lost.

A bare bear ass smooshed against the glass door, causing a bell to ring as it pushed open. A tall woman with a physique that was undecidedly either muscular or plump backed out onto the street. Round, brown ears topped her head, sticking out from under a baker's hat. She was naked, aside from a light yellow apron with a bee pin in one corner covering her human parts. Thick fur covered the rest. She held a wooden folding sign in her fearsomely long-clawed hands.

"Oh, hello there!" greeted the smiling portly grizzly woman. "Welcome to Bear Buns!"

Everyone looked at her naked, stubby-tailed ass.

"Just perusing, or can I entice you with supper tonight?"

"We were deciding that," coughed Devin.

"If it helps in your decision-making, pastries and baked goods are what we are mostly known for, but we also offer a more dinner-type fare."

Devin looked at the girls. He was met with two nods and a grumbling stomach. "I suppose we will."

"Wonderful! You may call me Sanna, or Momma Sanna, or Momma Bear -- whichever you like!" The merry woman opened the door and let them in.

The interior matched her apron. It was bright and warm, and the ceiling was painted a gentle sky blue. The walls were a mural of flowery fields with scantily-clad bee girls engaged in playfully suggestive acts with aluranes, dryads, and several other plant demi-humans. Potted sunflowers dotted the room to add their cheery faces to the ambiance.

"We mostly serve takeout, but we do have a few places for sit-down dining. Please feel free to sit anywhere. I'll go bring you some fresh milk," Sanna said, disappearing into the kitchen.

There weren't many options for seating, about five tables in all. Still, they were designed to accommodate the wide assortment of body types found in the city.

They chose a table in the corner, near a window, with a prominent flat-padded bench in a corner that allowed Reina to lie down next to the table. Devin sat next to Chitchat on the opposite side, and Azalea perched herself on the table nearest the window.

The grizzly woman returned and placed several glasses on the table. "A little something to warm you up from the chill outside."

"Hallie, how long are you gonna hide back there?" she shouted behind her.

A bunny girl hopped out. Her lower half was covered in soft chestnut brown fur. Her human upper half was covered with an apron identical to Sanna's. One of her long ears stood tall and erect while the other hung loosely. As she rounded the front counter, it smacked her in the face, causing her to trip over her feet and fall face-first in front of everyone.

"And here is my mascot and cute ditzy assistant, Hallie. When she's done flashing her dainty bits at ya, she'll be taking your order."

The head-under-heels bunny girl took a suspicious amount of time to collect herself, giving ample time to appreciate her poofy tail and prim pink vulva.

She jumped up and rubbed her sore button nose. "I'm so sorry! I'm a little clumsy at times. As you heard, my name is Hallie. It's nice to milk you! I mean, it's nice to milk me; You; it's nice to meet you! I'll be taking your orders today!" she stuttered.

For some reason, Devin noticed two small wet spots at the top of her apron. He looked at the milk he was holding, then saw her looking intently at him, he guessed maybe waiting for his opinion.

He took a sip.

"Is this your milk!" queried Devin.

With a hint of shyness, she returned, "Yes, it is! Ho; how is it?"

"It's delicious. Refreshing with a hint of sweetness."

She relaxed. "I'm glad. Normally, momma provides it, but since I'm her brand new hire, it frees her's up to use in baking."

"Can I have some more?" inquired Azalea after downing the rest of hers.

"Um, I might have a little more left. I only just recently received my milkmaid license, so I don't produce very much yet. I can make just enough for about four glasses."

Azalea held out her glass. "Oh, so are we! I mean, we will be lactating soon, too!"

Azalea rubbed her lower belly. "I gave Reina and I the lactation crest, but Life-mate needs to hurry up so he can help me fuel Reina's."

"I'm making progress. In the meantime, we still have to get your citizen IDs and guild cards before we get your licenses. Maybe, if we have time after we eat, we can get the ball rolling," added Devin.

"Ok, but I'm waiting to activate mine since I want to experience it together with Reina."

"How delightful," said Sanna returning with menus and passing them around. "Hallie doesn't have any affinity, so we had to induce her the normal way. She was so eager, she massaged her boobs every day till the first drops started to appear."

"Saaaaanaaa, don't tell them that! It's embarrassing!" the bunny girl cried.

Sanna laughed. "You lucky folk are the first customers to try her milk, so enjoy."

Sanna returned to the kitchen, leaving Hallie to her job. Hallie pulled her apron to the side and took Azalea's glass. Lightly milking her breast downward, she squeezed the soft, pink nipples, sending spurts of milk into the empty container. After milking both breasts, she handed a three-fourths full glass back. "I'm sorry. That's all I have left."

"No, no! Thank you for letting me enjoy it." Azalea's wings fluttered happily as she drank.

Hallie recovered her breasts and played with her hair nervously. "So c; can I get you to eat me? I mean, what can I get you to eat?"

Devin hid his smile behind the menu. "What sounds good to you, girls?"

Reina ran her finger down the page. "Soup or stew might be nice since it's cold. I'll probably go with this garden vegetable stew with sourdough bread."

"Agreed. This summer squash soup with rye bread sounds appetizing to me," mused Devin.

"I like sweet things, so maybe I'll try this sweet potato soup," Azalea added, setting the menu down.

Chitchat perused the listed dishes. "I've never had food this fancy before."

"Might I recommend the melted satyress cheese sandwich and potato leek soup?" Hallie suggested.

"Alright! I'll try that, I guess."

The bunny waitress took the menus and left to fulfill their orders.

Chitchat remained mostly silent, only half-listening to the other three chatter away about their day. She brooded more on why she was not herself today. Stupid rat! You missed a prime opportunity earlier. You just had to let these people and their stupid kindness make you feel guilty, As she took a sip of Hallie's milk, she admitted that if she had done what she had planned, she wouldn't have been able to experience the amazing food she could smell from the kitchen.

The smell intensified as Hallie returned with their orders. She placed the bowls in front of their respective hungry customers, bowed, and returned to the kitchen.

Chitchat picked up her spoon and took a bite. The fare, albeit simple to her, was some of the best she'd ever had. She felt her chest tighten with emotion.

Reina looked at her fairy friend. "Looks like you got a complimentary side salad, Azalea. If it's too much, eat what you can, and I'll finish the rest."

"I should be able to finish it, but I'm not happy about it. Mom used to always get on me about eating vegetables and table manners: 'Azalea make sure you eat everything on your plate; stop letting your wings droop; don't slouch; stop masturbating at the table."

"At least now you have another reason to eat your vegetables! You want to have a healthy body to produce as much milk of the highest quality as you can."

"I know, I know, but they are so bitter."

"Looks like they also added some pine nuts as well," Reina attempted to soothe.

"Not the kind I like. Life-mate has the only kind of nut I really like." She turned up her nose while taking a bite.

"But Herd-mate's tastes bitter too. What's the difference?"

"Completely different!" she asserted. "This is plenty bitter. His is warm and creamy and makes me feel all warm and tingly between my legs."

"Well, maybe this will distract you a bit from the taste." Devin laid out the things he had bought from Antoris on the table.

Azalea jumped up. "Present time!"

He unwrapped the cloth containing the remade jewelry box and pushed it toward her.

"I had this made for you so you can hang your clothes, store your drawings, and whatever else you want."

"Thank you, Life-mate! I love it, and I love you!" She flew up and kissed him all over his face.

"But that's not all! There's another surprise inside."

Azalea grabbed the honey-colored box and shook it gently. She heard not one but several things rattling. Upon opening the twin doors, the sweet scent of fresh-cut cedar hit her. She looked up at Devin excitedly, seemingly at a loss for words, and back inside the box.

"Well, don't leave us in suspense, Azalea! What's inside?" laughed Reina.

Azalea pulled out many phallic-shaped dildos, from small fairy size up to Devin's size.

"I think these will help stretch you out over time," Devin concluded.

"I can't wait to try them! But I suppose I'll have to wait till after we go out tonight! Thank you again, Life-mate. Your little soon-to-be-cock-sleeve couldn't be happier!"

"You're welcome, but make sure you do it slowly. Remember how painful it was the first time we tried."

"I will."

Turning his attention to Reina, Devin confessed, " I'm sorry, but your gift will take a bit more time. It's going to be part of the wagon, and he didn't have enough material. Also, it was quite big and would have been awkward to carry around."

"It's alright, Herd-mate. I will look forward to it with growing anticipation."

"And lastly, Chitchat, I had a little something made for you. Consider it a small bonus for taking care of my girls, especially the handful one."

"Hey, I resemble that remark!" Azalea quipped.

Chitchat looked hard at the cloth-covered object. She put her spoon down and unwrapped a wooden dagger sheath, intricately wrought with engravings of a line of dancing rats. "T; thank you," she said, barely above a whisper.

Sanna and Hallie returned. "Each of your dishes comes with a dessert." They passed four plates out.

In front of Azalea, she placed an impressively elaborate, womb-shaped gingerbread structure filled with a white pudding. Reina was given a plate of four different cookies, each shaped like a different demi-human penis', topped with cream. Devin received a small tart layered with peach slices, shaped like a human cunt, topped with a cherry and fresh cream at the bottom. Lastly, Sanna smiled as she placed two round, jiggly puddings with a cherry placed in the middle in front of Chitchat.

The ratgirl took a bite. As the mellow, sweet, fruity flavor spread over her taste buds, a lump formed in her throat. She looked down at the dagger case again, then at her new coat, and finally at the trio animatedly voicing their positive opinions to Sanna.

"Chitchat? What's wrong?" Azalea asked, suddenly concerned.

"What?"

"You're crying."

She put a hand to her wet cheek. "I, " She wiped the tears away.

"I just, " The more she tried to dry her eyes, though, the more the tears fell.

"I'm sorry!" she suddenly blurted out and broke down crying.

Azalea zipped over and tried to give her a consoling hug. "Sorry for what?"

"For deceiving you!"

Everyone looked at her, startled and puzzled.

"I'm not really a guide. I'm a thief and pickpocket. I only took this guide job because I thought I could get paid on top of stealing that bag of money you were carrying with you." She paused and bawled. "But; but you were so nice to me. You didn't look down on me like dirty street vermin, and then you started giving me presents and calling me a friend and; and; I'm sorry!"

She put her face in her hands, weeping. Everyone looked uncertain about what to do with this revelation. Everyone except Sanna. She stood up to her full height, grabbed the little ratgirl right out of her seat, along with Azalea, and embraced her in a full bear hug.

Azalea continued to rub and pat Chitchat's head. "You didn't in the end, and no one got hurt. I still consider you my new friend!"

Chitchat sniffled, calming down a little. "You're too trusting."

"Maybe so, but I'd rather be wrong in the attempt than not be trusting."

"I've raised two girls who got into all sorts of mischief and trouble. While there may have been consequences, I don't believe it's ever too late to change for the better," added Sanna.

"Yes, yes! You can start over as the adorable girl who went along with all my selfish requests today!"

Sanna put down the puffy-eyed ratgirl.

Hallie lent the edge of her apron to dry her tears.

"Today was kinda fun," she sniffled. "But I'm still not so sure about the friendship plugs."

Several eyebrows raised while Azalea laughed.

Devin eyed the girl. "I am glad to see my instincts are still sharp since I thought something was off about you."

At that, Chitchat hung her head.

"But coming clean about your intentions makes me want to give you a second chance." Devin handed her the other half of the guiding payment and placed the knife sheath in her hands to reaffirm his words, "So you don't cut a hole in your new clothes."

She gave a little smile and looked toward Reina.

"Well, you haven't done me any harm, and I feel no ill will. I thank you for your guidance during our shopping today."

"Um, I should probably tell you something else. My real name is Suvi."

Azalea crawled between her ears and hung down over her face. "Chitchat was cute, but Suvi fits you more!" She glanced to Devin. "I still feel bad for Suvi's situation. Can we raise her standard of living somehow?"

"Maybe this Whitegold place is needing another employee?"

"Whitegold, eh? I'm quite sure she'll be able to find a job there," stated Sanna.

Suvi put her knife in the sheath and pocketed her payment. "How can you be sure?"

"I know the owner, and should it not work out for some reason or another, you would be most welcome to help Hallie prep my kitchen in the morning. I don't know how many bowls of flour she's broken."

"It was only five," demurred a fidgeting Hallie.

"Five too many!" Sanna laughed. "I won't be able to provide a place to sleep, though, like Whitegold could."

"What kind of place is this Whitegold."

"It's a place that server food and drinks. The employees there are all girls and are well taken care of."

"If I worked here, would I have to wear only an apron, too?" questioned Suvi.

"Not if you don't want to, but before Hallie's ass-flashing loses its novelty, our customers might enjoy seeing a new one. But I would encourage you to try Whitegold first. I think you'll enjoy the perks there more."

Once everyone had finished eating, they all thanked Sanna and Hallie and filed out.

Sanna called out a "see you again!" from the door.

Just a block from the bakery, Devin suggested, "I think we have enough time to stop by the admin office and get you girls your guild cards."

"You said it'd be as pretty as yours, right?" asked Azalea.

"Yes. They are costly but worth it in the long run."

"Let's do it!"

With Devin leading the way this time, they walked briskly toward the middle of the city. Abruptly, he slowed and asked: "So what was that about friendship plugs?"

"Oh, that! Well, now would be a great time to show you. Let's go over there." Azalea led them down an empty side alley.

"I suppose I have to show mine as well."

"Pleeease, Suvi!" Azalea begged.

"Fine," she sighed, turning around. Reina and Azalea followed suit. She pointed at Devin with her tail and shared, "Consider this a thank you for forgiving me."

Azalea called out. "Ready? One, two, three!"

All three girls pulled their coats up over their asses. Suvi pushed her belts aside while Azalea spread her cheeks wide. Devin looked at the three citrine-gemmed plugged holes.

"You three got matching sex toys?"

"Not just matching, they are a physical manifestation of our friendship!" Azalea chirped.

"An odd way to express it, but ok."

"She's way too proud of them!" complained Suvi. "Can I stop now?"

"Not yet! There is a special feature Eitri told me about."

"Special?" Suvi hesitated.

"Feature?" swallowed Reina.

"Yep!" Azalea touched a finger to the gem in her own till she felt a click. She did the same to Suvi's and Reina's and then placed both hands on their hips. Both girls jumped as the plugs buzzed to life.

Suvi tensed. "What is this feature!?!"

"Eitri said when you turn it on, as long as you stay within physical contact, it vibrates! Two or more friends could all hold hands, mutually basking in the emotional and physical manifestation of their friendship. Doesn't it feel amazing!"

"It's surprisingly strong," noted Reina.

"Too strong!" squeaked Suvi.

"I wonder if I touch you in different places if it changes the intensity?" Azalea traced her fingers down Suvi's ass and circled around until she touched her plug directly.

Suvi's legs buckled. "I'm not sure I'm ready to start out with this level of friendship!"

Azalea took her hand away. Suvi was red-faced and breathing heavily. "Thanks to you, I'm all horny and wet now."

"I'm an expert at fixing that. May I help you cum?"

Suvi regarded Reina and Devin. "I'm not sure I can with an audience, but you've already seen every part of me, so I guess I'll try."

"I'll help make it a bit more discreet." Reina relocated so she faced the street and blocked the view from there.

"Ready, my cute little rat?"

Suvi, still squatting, spread her knees. Azalea re-positioned herself behind, admiring her swollen, red cunt. Azalea placed her tiny hands on the slick folds. Immediately, the vibrations returned. They were still focused around her anus, but with Azalea's ministrations, pleasure was steadily building throughout her body.

"Azalea, don't get your new clothes wet," Devin warned.

"Oh yes, I forgot. You're not a squirter, are you, Suvi?"

Her eyelids fluttered open, and she began panting. "A what?"

"Do you squirt when you cum?"

"No, but this is more intense than anything I've ever felt!"

"Well, just in case, I'll stand beside you."

She moved to the side of Suvi's bottom. She rolled up her sleeve and busily started working her hand into the entrance of Suvi's vagina. From that angle, she could still push her small arm up into the tight, velvety insides. With her free hand, she pushed and prodded Suvi's plug, slightly changing its angle and depth.

"I; I'm close," Suvi moaned.

"I can see that. Let me hear your cute cries!"

Suvi felt herself peak. Her body contracted as the first dry orgasm washed over her, but the second had loosened her bladder. During the third wave, she squirted a little.

The post-orgasmic relaxation left her forgetful of her surroundings, trembling, and unable to control herself. She fell back against Devin's leg and emptied the rest of her bladder as Azalea backed away, licking the juices off her hand.

As Suvi came back to her senses, she saw Azalea nodding her approval. Devin handed her a handkerchief, and she suddenly became self-conscious, quickly wiping herself dry and hesitantly handing it back. She re-dressed in silence.

"Post-lunch orgasms are the best!" Azalea stated.

"Did you have one?" asked Reina.

"No, I wanted to make sure Suvi got the best one she ever had."

"It was certainly that," the ratgirl acknowledged.

"I can do it to you again whenever you want."

"One, I think, is more than enough."

With Azalea and Reina continuing to enjoy their new toy, Suvi made an effort to ensure she didn't accidentally bump into the large Whitehorn.

Once the ladies were sated, they cleaned up, redressed, and continued on their journey with Devin in the lead. Upon reaching the center of town, they crossed an expansive arched bridge to the central council building.

"Never been here before," Suvi confessed, looking up at the high-vaulted ceiling inside the reception room.

After waiting in line, they approached the receptionist, to who they explained their purpose.

She brought the appropriate forms and explained, "This one's your citizen ID. It's mainly to let the bureaucracy know that you are a family."

Azalea whispered in Devin's ear on her way to an open spot on the counter. He answered for them all to hear, "If you two girls could fill out these Guild entry forms, I'll help fill out Suvi's."

"Which is this?" Azalea held up the paper and squinted. "Is this my Guild entry? Why do I need it again?"

"Well, you technically don't, but if you are going to work in any official capacity, it gives you some weight behind you as a potential employee. You also get discounts and perks depending on what rank you're in. Sapphire: 5% discount; Emerald: 10%; Amethyst: 15%; Ruby: 20%; and Diamond: 25%. Amethyst and up gives you access to certain guild functions, parties, festival events, etc., to network and make connections. Since you girls are new, you'll start in Sapphire."

"Good enough for me." After she finished filling out all the blanks and signing her name, she handed it to the receptionist.

With all the paperwork filled out, the secretary looked it over approvingly. "Everything looks in order. Since your ID and guild cards are two sides of the same badge, it'll take time to craft them, and they should be ready in a few days, but here is a rough idea what it'll entail." With that, she showed them sample cards she had prepared.

Reina D. Ebonplume

Weight: 500 Lbs | Height: 8.5 Feet

Birth date: Autumn 34, 3608 Year of the Dryad

Citizen of Iceford

Merchant Guild Member

Sapphire Rank

Milkmaid

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Azalea Ebonplume

Weight: 150g | Height: 7 Inches

Birth date: Spring 15, 3605

Citizen of Iceford

Merchant Guild Member

Sapphire Rank

Milkmaid

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Suvi Norvetica

Weight: 70 Ibs | Height: 4' 7"

Birth date: Summer 2, 3596 Year of the Dryad

Citizen of Iceford

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The sun was setting when they returned to Jeni's. At some point before they returned home, someone had left the girls' new clothes with her. They found the little owl abuzz in her typically mechanical way, examining the girls' new clothes and catching snippets of their adventures throughout the day. She was a little shy of Suvi at first, but her charisma soon disarmed any hesitancy the little owl felt.

"Young patron and friends, are you leaving this one again tonight?"

"Yes. We have a business meeting to go to."

Her wings drooped.

Azalea, striking upon an idea. "Life-mate, can Jeni go with us?"

"I don't see why not."

Jeni perked up. "I do not know what purpose my presence would be, seeing as I know nothing about economics. Wouldn't my presence be a hindrance?"

"The girls also have no reason to go, but it's a chance to get out of your workshop and spend time with everyone."

"This one did not go clothing shopping with the others."

"Do you have any formal clothes?"

Jeni thought for a moment. "My graduation robes from the academy."

"That should be fine.

Perfect, and since Life-mate already gave us our presents, it's time for us to show him his!"

All four disappeared into the back room to get changed, leaving Devin alone.

"Guess I should get changed, too." He found an empty corner and dug out his outfit reserved for guild functions with the more well-to-do business owners. A high-collared lace vest, a long sash tied around his waist, and pants tucked into high boots completed the ensemble. As he changed, he played back the events of the day, occasionally hearing a giggle and the murmur of chatter from the adjacent room.

The girls' door opened just as he finished buckling a cape over his left shoulder.

Azalea came in first, pretending not to notice him. Her hair was unbraided and done up in a bun, held together by a butterfly hairpin. She fluttered around, exaggerating the flow of her one-piece, white and violet kirtle. She acted surprised to see him, coyly coming close, then she crossed her arms, exemplifying the upside-down 'A' cutout showing a generous amount of under-cleavage. While it covered more of her body than her flower dress, it was opaque enough to see an undergown.

The undergown was embroidered with crocus, snowdrops, leucojum, and other winter flowers tactically placed to hide the parts of her normally kept private while, at the same time, drawing the eye to those tantalizingly censored parts.

"Here we are -- your two presents, Life-mate!"

Reina entered right behind. Her demure movements were further dignified by her gown of arachne satin dyed midnight blue and interspersed with snowflakes matching the silver filigree on her horns. A lacy choker set with a sapphire-encrusted brooch of a snow-covered mountain peak, an heirloom of the matriarchs of her family, was clasped about her neck.

Devin's eyes wandered down over Reina's womanly figure. A black bodice laced with ribbon hugged her torso, making her already large breasts spill over slightly. She strode to the middle of the room, making the glossy material ripple and giving the illusion of falling snow. With long white gloves, she played with the end of her hair which was done up in a braided ponytail and draped over her shoulder.

Whoever the seamstress had been, Devin approved of their taste. Reina's lips curled slightly upon seeing Devin's engrossed assessment of her. Azalea landed on her composed friend's antlers and whispered into her ear.

"Must we ruin the moment?"

"You mean enhance! Ready, Reina? Aaaaand, go!" Both girls attempted a seductive pose.

Devin tried to stifle his laughter but failed.

"See? I told you Herd-mate would find this silly."

"But it was fun."

"Silly or not, you both are lovely, and I love you very much." He pulled them both into an embrace and kissed each of them.

"I wanted Suvi to do it with us, Life-mate, but I couldn't persuade her."

Suvi poked her head out the door. "I have to draw the line somewhere."

"Come on out and show everyone," Azalea summoned.

Stepping out from behind the door, she raised her arms and looked over the simple red wool tunic with soft leather-laced jerkin. It was decorous, so it maintained her tomboyish appearance.

"It's quite easy to move in it." She tightened the belt around her waist and adjusted her twin tails.

"I guess that leaves one more," Devin noted.

"This one is still uncertain if this is appropriate attire for an outing," she complained, but Jeni drew everyone's attention as she entered the room last.

She was, in every sense, dressed as an academic. A flat-topped scholar's hat set low over her head with a feathered quill sticking out from the top. An open-front, hoodless cowl, held together with two gold chains, laid on top of a heavy, pine green, sleeveless robe. Four polished, inkwell-shaped brass buttons decked the robe which hung to her ankles.

She flapped her wings experimentally.

Devin reached for her hat. "If you leave this, I think it'll be fine."

"Jeni is so smart looking!" praised Azalea. "I'm so glad you're coming with us!"

"We were supposed to wait for someone to escort us, yes?" reminded Reina.

Devin smoothed down Jeni's feathers. "Around eight, if I recall."

As if on cue, they heard a knock at the door. Devin rose and opened it. In the lantern glow of the front porch stood a slim-tailed weasel woman. She wore masculine, form-fitting breeches and a ruffled white shirt.

Looking over the merchant with beady black eyes, she bowed and introduced herself. "My name is Sable, Stewardess of Whitegold." She pulled out a monocle and looked them over. "Mr. Ebonplume and guests, I presume?"

"Yes, that is us," he declared.

"Very good. I am here to escort you to a meeting at our establishment tonight."

Devin looked over his shoulder. "We are ready."

Sable held open the door to a sleek, white and gold gilded, enclosed coach. Jeni and Suvi hopped in along with Azalea. Devin turned apologetically to Reina.

"I'm sorry, Reina."

"It's alright, Herd-made. I am not fond of enclosed spaces, and a brief walk will feel refreshing."

Sable closed the door as soon as Devin stepped in and climbed into the driver's seat. With a flick of the reins, they set off into the night.

To be continued in part 10, by Scholarly Mori for Literotica.

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