Heat tumbled off the cascading granite spires defiantly pointing toward the sky. Few creatures called the badlands their home. It was dry, hot, and contained almost no natural resources. Nearly no one ventured into this region but the rare intrepid adventurer or those needing a shortcut to more habitable lands, making it even stranger to see a group of four travelers trekking across this barren stretch of land.

"I'm gonna put in requests for more collaborative missions! This assignment was immensely fun!" the smiling she-goblin enthused.

“You’d have a better chance at finding water out here.”

“Why does my knight have to always be so pessimistic?”

“You mean realistic. Our ranks are spread too thin to do this kind of thing except when it involves the highest priority tasks."

While patting the backpack under her, she retorted, “Whatever. I'm just glad we completed our assignment of finding these wyvern eggs while enjoying the company of our new friends!“

A tall shield-maiden clad in armor accompanying them, using her spear as a walking stick, wiped the sweat from her brow. "Pyx and I were between errands, so we had some spare time. We've enjoyed our time together with you and Lysander. I hope the flying-mount breeding initiative proves successful."

"This time next year, we might be riding wyverns! How amazing would that be? Lysander wouldn't have to walk so much."

The man, also armored but wielding a halberd, flicked his eyes at the goblin suspended in his right gloved hand. "Walking doesn't bother me, but reaching remote places more quickly would enable us to fulfill more requests. Instead of a week, reaching this Kobold enclave would have only taken a day or two."

"Speaking of… did you notice the inquisitive looks on those lizard folk's faces when we showed up in their camp with Pyx and I in all our harnessed glory?"

Lysander kicked a rock off the road. "You two are certainly head-turners."

"Made it easy to grab their attention! You didn't see it, Lysander, but while you were talking to the clan head, I had a chance to advertise for the Order. I captivated their imaginations with accounts of our escapades. I also made sure to expound on how satisfying it is to attend to the physical needs of our partners and the perks of being carried around for those wanting a more adventurous life with benefits and job security!”

“With how lazy they were, laying on rocks basking in the sun, I don't think being physically active is much of a desirable trait for them," tittered Emma. "Were you not discouraged by only having one person interested?"

“Not in the least! As an erection-inducing member of the Honeypot Maidens, I, Trixi Rockmoss, and Pyx, an adherent of the Concupiscent Cocksmen, seek out even the smallest spark of interest in possible recruits. It is our duty to act as the vanguard for negotiating with other diminutive races to grow our organizations.

"Numbers are not as important as ardor and excellence! With how amenable our cute little guide was to try on the harness, we may have a new member before long."

"Or she was looking for a comfy place to nap with how promptly she fell asleep after giving us only vague directions to the wyvern nesting grounds?” suggested Lysander.

"Naturally, my goblin-laying lover. You wouldn't know, but the constant swaying is very nap-inducing, and it didn't take THAT long to find the nests."

"How come there haven’t been any recruitment drives for Kobolds till now? I would think they'd be a prime enlistment focus."

"Right, Emma?!? It's a travesty! They'd make wonderful partners. Ya, sure, they may be lacking in boob size, and the scaled parts of their body might not be the softest, but they have those short, thick tails and plump butts – and their love of warmth and heat might make them extra cuddly at night!"

Trixi embraced the egg she was holding. “Hopefully, we see her around the barracks in the future. I would love to be friends with her."

"Careful, you might get reported for overly affectionate fawning," teased Emma.

"Till then, I'll just have to give all my love to this big boy,” tapping Lysander’s arm, “and eventually this little guy once he hatches. He’s gonna be the bestest boy!”

“It won’t be a he if you continue to hold it so close. Plus, we don't know if you're going to be the one to hatch it,” warned her partner.

The green-skinned woman scrutinized the precious bundle held close to her body by a sash. Unwrapping a layer of cloth, she exposed more of the hard, white surface to the afternoon air.

"Temperature determines what it's gonna be. Maybe you should trade with Pyx. It's supposed to be easier to incubate a female wyvern,” counseled Lysander.

“Nuhu,” Trixi asserted. 

Lysander sighed. “Suit yourself.”

She stroked the monster egg guardedly. “So, why does temperature determine what it's gonna be?”

“Ask Pyx. He talked with the monster-tamer the longest.”

Pyx took out his recently upgraded-to-chalk tablet and rapidly wrote: It's speculated the seed within the testicles prefers lower temperatures. That is why they are on the outside of the body for many creatures, but for cold-blooded creatures, the process is different for unknown reasons. That being the case, if the egg is slightly cooler, you get a male.

“Hmm, interesting, but not as interesting as learning wyverns have two cocks! Even after watching the whole mating process, I still have questions: can they squirt with both simultaneously? Why didn’t he stick both inside? Why was the whole process so clean? He pumped so much into her and didn’t spill a drop.”

Trixi waited while Pyx wrote.

According to anatomical structural studies of old wyvern remains, each testicle is connected to its respective copulatory organ. In theory, they should be able to release using both but don’t because they retain a second chance to fertilize another female. After mating, a plug is formed, possibly giving that male's seed a fertilization advantage.

“I see. I kinda wish Lysander had two cocks."

"No, thank you."

Trixi stuck out her tongue. “My knight has no silly imagination!"

"You have enough for both of us. I'm thinking about other things, such as… you won’t pout if we aren’t chosen as the first wyvern rider candidates, will you?”

“No, but I don’t see why we shouldn’t be. We were the ones sent to this dry, hot, dusty, out-in-the-middle-of-nowhere location, risking our ears and whatever body part humans can’t live without to bring back two wyvern eggs.”

It wasn’t dangerous at all. Pyx scribbled.

“Hush, you! I'm trying to think up good arguments.”

“In the short time I've traveled with you, I’ve noticed you can be rather persuasive when your mind is set on something,” Emma recounted.

Trixi looked smugly up to her partner. “See? Emma is on my side.”

Lysander rolled his eyes.

Having run out of topics, everyone fell to their own thoughts. Trixi peered around Lysander to her fellow goblin napping beside his partner.

Her initial impression of Pyx was of a self-effacing milksop. She tried to be friendly and banter with him to spur him out of his shell, but he remained withdrawn and aloof.

She took pride in her ability to socialize with anyone, but all her attempts to engage Pix were rebuffed. Growing exasperated, she eventually asked Emma what she'd done to earn such coldness. Emma explained the issue stemmed from poor treatment by his fellow villagers, which turned into an aversion toward his own kind.

This wasn't unheard of within Goblin society. Even within Trixi's clan, such outcasts existed on the fringes, but Pyx’s situation seemed especially bad. Determined to help, she changed her tactics. 

It wasn't like he only had negative traits; he had many positive qualities. He was highly perceptive, observant, polite, curious, and hungry for knowledge. Whenever they passed through a town, he’d buy some new reading material. That practice reminded her of the old, bearded humans who preferred stacks of musty books and dusty scrolls over a life of travel and adventure. For Pyx, she thought the life of an apprentice to one of that kind instead of a sexual relief aid would have been more desirable... but maybe not!

It wasn’t immediately obvious to her why this job was more suited for him. Trixi’s gaze trailed down to his flaccid cock. It was small and unimpressive, even erect. ‘Does Emma find it satisfying? Maybe she likes them cute, or maybe she’s more into what cums out of it.’ 

She chuckled at her lame pun.

What's behind it is definitely not lacking. Pyx’s unusually large balls (relative to his size) swung heavily with every step Emma took.  

Whatever Emma’s preferences, she was a good partner for him. She was brave, protective, and nurturing, and she cherished him – a relationship not entirely unlike Lysander and herself.

---

Pyx feigned sleep. It was too awkward to make eye contact when Trixi was staring at him. Was she plotting something mischievous again? Despite journeying together for several weeks, he still felt a twinge of anxiety around her. She was loud, assertive, confident, wanton, and enjoyed teasing.

She saved the sexual banter and ribbing for her partner, but with him, she’d try to tickle his sides or tug his ears, not hard, but enough to get his attention. Initially, he thought the bullying meant "keep your distance, runt," but withdrawing didn't help. 

Emma suggested maybe it was her way of making friends or to help get him to loosen up. 'Funny way of going about it,' he grumbled to himself.

Afraid of what might happen if he didn't, and because Emma prescribed it, he'd try to put up with it and figure out what Trixi wanted. It started with small things at first: letting her help him prepare the nightly meal together. She was a terrible cook, so he relegated her to only prepping the ingredients. He made an effort not to put so much space between them when they were seated around the campfire. He even went so far as to help her back to her sleeping mat when her legs were wobbly with cum leaking down her thighs after a particular intense lovemaking session with her partner, who had promptly fallen asleep right after.

What did her partner see in her? Maybe he found the opposite of his stoic, chivalrous, quiet nature attractive. Obviously, their relationship extended beyond what was required for their duties, and even more oddly, they seemed to only have eyes for each other.

---

Journeying east, they eventually arrived at the Grintooth Peaks, a broad and jagged swath of mountains dividing the inhospitable wastelands from the temperate climates beyond.

“Do we have to cross these?” asked Lysander.

Trixi shielded her eyes. “Nope, there'll be a narrow ravine at the base of the fourth tooth.”

“And you said your home is on the other side?” he asked the goblin standing on his shoulders.

“A little beyond that, but yes. Instead of going south and east ALL the way around, this is a shortcut through minotaur territory.”

"Did you say minotaur?" Emma gasped, alarmed.

"Yes?"

Both paladins drew their weapons, instantly on alert.

Lysander was not pleased. “You brought us into their dangerous territory without telling us?"

“Relax! No need to get angry. They are just a little misunderstood."

Pyx held up his tablet. “Short tempered, poor eyesight, will go into a frenzy if provoked."

“It’s true they can be rather volatile, but they are not unpredictable. They are nearsighted and spook easily if you don't make your presence known loud and clear, and the frenzy thing is actually more nuanced than you might think. It’s only caused by one of two things: if their herd is threatened or they see red.

"I am not oblivious to the danger. I've minimized our contact by taking us along the tops of the plateaus. Most of their villages are in the maze of gorges down below.”

Lysander peered over the edge. “Most?”

“We do have to pass through one, but they are more amicable than the other villages.”

“I would like more assurance,” he muttered.

"Ok, then go pick some of that cactus fruit," Trixi directed.

"Huh?"

“A gift of cactus fruits should put us in their good graces and act as a toll payment.”

Emma leaned on her spear. “It might be beneficial, in the long run, to update and improve inter-tribal relations.”

Lysander sighed. "I think I saw  several flowering cacti behind that outcropping."

Both paladins set their goblins on their feet, and the better part of an hour was spent searching for and carefully extracting the prickly fruit along their way.

With two armfuls collected and stuffed into a burlap sack, they descended a pathway to the base of the mesa made by the local wildlife. The terrain opened up, and they saw smoke, a palisade wall, and two sentries in the distance.

Trixi reached into the sack, grabbed two fruits, and peeled them. “Hold me up.”

Lysander held her high in front of him. 

“Four travelers requesting passage!” she shouted.

“Wait! Didn’t you say they frenzy when seeing red? Aren’t those fruits red!?”

A loud blaring bellow echoed from the camp.

“They are more of a magenta, don’t you think?” Trixi teased.

Both sentries broke into a run and started charging headlong toward the four.

“Trixi, what have you gotten us into?” Lysander lamented.

"Trust me! Have I ever given you a reason not to before?"

"Not when it truly mattered, no..."

"Then stand your ground and watch.”

Everyone but Trixi tensed.

Lysander prepared to jump out of the way while Emma equipped her shield, and Pyx scurried further back in case a fight broke out.

The ground trembled well before the large demi-humans reached them, their hooves digging deep gashes in the dry, cracked earth. Even from a distance, their prodigious size was intimidating. Muscular and powerful, throwing an entire wagon didn't seem out of the realm of possibility.

They showed no sign of stopping until they were right on top of them. Dust and pebbles kicked up as they ground to a halt. Even with Trixi in Lysander’s extended arms, their massive frames loomed over her as they sniffed her from foot to head. They paid particular attention to the area between her legs until they got a whiff of the fruit she was waving in front of them. She handed out fruits to the warriors, and they took them and began eating messily.

A massive, double-bladed axe was strapped to each of their backs, and both were crowned with twin bent horns. They lacked any clothes aside from a beaded leather armband decorated with colorful feathers and a crude gold band around the base of their tapered penises. Girthier at the base than the shaft, what they lacked in fill capacity was made up for in length. With balls rivaling those of a centaur in both virility and size, these minotaurs were the ideal specimens of their kind.

"When you're done eating, we would like to request permission to pass through your village.” Trixi gently announced.

“You want passage?” one of them queried, almost in surprise.

“Yes, please,” she said sweetly.

“Must ask elder. Come. Follow.”

---

Still nervous as they passed through the village gate, Lysander and Emma soon relaxed at the familiar signs of villager life: prepping meals, fixing tools, working as a community, and doing what needed to be done to survive another day.

From a human perspective, their lives were primitive, lacking many of the trappings of civilization. However, the Minos maintained a clean, organized, and austere life. They were adept at living alongside the natural environment instead of subjugating it as more advanced nations tended to do. Skillful at utilizing what scant resources were at their disposal, their homes were built in such a way as to welcome the gentle morning sun while protecting dwellers against the afternoon heat. 

The scarcity of clothing appeared to be village-wide, but clothing was perhaps more of a liability with the seasonal heat. The Minos were not devoid of accessories, though. Desert flowers adorned hair, and pretty ribbons hung from horns. Whether intrinsically useful or not, anything colorful was used to bring a bit of visual cheer.  

Many villagers stopped what they were doing to stare at the strangers walking down their street.  

The guards led them to the middle of the village, where a giant phallic-shaped stone fountain sat in the middle of a vulva-shaped basin.

"Do you hear that?" asked Emma.

Sounds like an avalanche. Wrote Pyx.

A sudden roar of water from below their feet erupted out of the fountain, dissipating into a fine mist over the whole village.

"That dropped the temperature considerably. I've never seen anything like this!" Emma marveled.

They've harnessed an alluvial spring! wrote an impressed Pyx.

From an undistinguished house on the opposite side of the fountain, an old, wizened Mino bull emerged, supported by a gnarled staff and a young Mino woman on each arm. He shuffled up to the group. A short, white beard, a missing horn, and milky and unseeing eyes ennobled his appearance. 

“Greetings. I am Eradren Stonehoof, head elder of the High Mesa tribe.

Lysander stepped forward. “Hail and well met. You speak the human tongue?”

“I used to know eight languages including human, but it has been nearly half a generation since I've uttered it. Forgive me if my parlance is incorrect."

“You speak old fashioned but clear.”

“I am heartened. Language is certainly important, but not all communication is verbal. May I be permitted to feel your face while we talk?”

“Please do,” Lysander replied as he stepped closer.

The old bull inspected Lysander's features, taking note of his armor. "A strong, seasoned warrior. Human technology has advanced – hopefully in peaceful ways, too. Also… I smell something that is not human.”

"That would be me, your agedness. My name is Trixi Rockmoss." 

Lysander held her up so the old man wouldn't have to bend over.

“These broad ears, short, yet durable body, and… highly fertile smell, unmistakably goblin, and your face… you were gifted with lovely features, young lady.”

“Thank you! We also travel with two others."

"I am Emmaline Thornwood, and this is my partner, Pyx."

"Hmm, a reverse of the other two is what my nose and fingers tell me. A curious fellowship. What brings you so far into these sun-scorched lands?"

Trixi answered, "We wanted to ask if we may use the mountain pass to the marshlands."

"I didn’t think outsiders still knew of that route."

"My people live on the other side."

"Of course. It's been so long, I had forgotten about our goblin neighbors. When I was young, there used to be steady trade, but now we have nothing in which to offer."

"You've done well to live here. I don't think too many races would be capable of it," Trixi complimented.

"We eke out an existence." He sniffed the basket of cactus fruit the two guards held. "I see you also possess some knowledge of our people.”

“A little, yes – a gift for your tribe.”

“We are well isolated from the outside world’s goings-on and have little news of current events. If you are not in a hurry, we would be delighted if you were to stay the night and regale us with a tale or two.”

Emma ruffled Pyx's hair. "I would like to get to know these people more. How bout you, Pyx? You like learning about people?"

Pyx nodded enthusiastically.

"If we pressed on through the pass, it's still a considerable distance across the marsh to my village," Trixi informed the group.

"We stay here for the night, then," Lysander declared.

"Wonderful! You can stay with my granddaughters and I."

The later afternoon sun drooped low behind the mountains, bathing everything in fiery orange and purples. The villagers, excited about a disturbance in their mundane life, brought out instruments and lit a large bonfire.

Sitting amongst their new friends, each of the travelers (mostly Trixi) shared stories, news, and happenings of the outside world while they feasted on herbivorous desert fare. An appetizer of savory ember-leaf drenched with sun-kissed chili dressing salad, fire-roasted maize hotpot, and for dessert, a compote of crunchy sandroot nuts with tart mirage berries baked into muffins.

The night bled away, and the fire burned low. All reveled out, the four travelers found respite in Eradren's home.

Their host's abode was built primarily of stacked rocks with hewn pillars supporting what sparse wood was available to create vaulted ceilings to accommodate the Mino's stature and provide ventilation for heat and smoke. In the center of the hut was a firepit. Grass rugs covered the entire floor and on top, stuffed pillows.

"This is really cozy," Emma commended.

"Our bodies may be sturdy as the rocks, but it doesn't mean we like to sit on them," chuckled the old man.

"What are these filled with?" asked Emma, sitting on one.

"We use the thrown-away husks from the grain and seeds we harvest.”

"An efficient use of material," approved Lysander.

"Living in such an inhospitable environment, we can't afford to waste anything. I hope you all have a comfortable sleep. If you need water, the fountain is right outside."

"Speaking of, I wanted to ask you, is there some significance in its… uh, provocativeness?"

"It's a reminder of our appreciation for water since it's a part of every aspect of life, from mating till birth and after, it sustains us all our lives."

"It's very cleverly designed, the way it cools your village. We would like to thank you again for your hospitality." Lysander bowed.

"It's been a pleasure to entertain guests once again. It warms this old man's heart to see my villagers enjoying your stories. Rest well."

"Goodnight," Emma, Trixi, and Lysander acknowledged. Pyx waved his response.

---

Trixi was the second to awake the next morning. Snuggled into the crook of Lysanders arm, she stretched and and yawned. Emma smiled as their eyes connected. Pyx had weaseled his way under the knightess' shirt, resting between her breasts while she stroked his hair.

Eradren wasn't anywhere to be seen, but his granddaughters were seated next to the fire.

Less broad-shouldered and a hand shorter than the males, the two mino-cows were no less durable and solid than the rocky crags they lived near.

Rosalina was timid and well-mannered, sitting with her hooves tucked neatly under her. A blue ribbon was tied around her left horn, and a necklace of stone beads hung down to her bare breasts, swinging gently as she ground up what was probably breakfast in a stone bowl.

Conversely, Sessa was confident and brash. Vocal in her opinions, she spoke her mind. A red ribbon was tied around her right horn and fiercely designed body paint covered most of her upper body. She sat with one leg straight and the other up with her foot on the stool, not caring that her pussy was on full display – or it would have been if her lower body wasn't covered in shaggy, coarse fur from her navel down to her hooves.

She swished her tail in annoyance as she fed the fire. "These fatty sacks sure are annoying at times."

"Don't say that. Aren't you happy to provide milk for those in need?" her sister reprimanded.

"Of course, I am, but it'd be nice if they wouldn't flop around everywhere and get everything wet and sticky when I'm sparring."

A flash of light split the room as the flap that acted as a front door was pushed aside. In hobbled Eradren.

"Good morning, grandfather," chimed the sisters.

"Good morning, my sweet desert flowers." He kissed each of them as Sessa helped the old chief onto a cushion next to her.

"No wet nurse requests for today?"

"No. Most of the families are visiting another village. Now I'm stuck with sore, full tits for at least two days."

"I know how you feel, and with no way to store it." consoled her sister.

"Maybe we can help with that," offered Trixi, shaking Lysander awake before standing up. While rubbing the sleep from her eyes, she expounded, "You mentioned you don't trade with the outside anymore. I bet there is a market for minotaur milk."

"Do you think so?" asked the old man.

"My village, for instance, I bet would be keen for such a treat."

Eldran rubbed his beard thoughtfully. "An interesting proposition. What do my granddaughters think?"

"I don't care who gets it as long as I get milked," Sessa complained.

"I don't mind."

"Excellent. How would you like to do it?"  Trixi asked.

"Hmm, maybe hands and knees might be the easiest for you." Sessa backed away from the fire and got on all fours.

"That works."

“These should be of adequate size.” The elder handed Trixi and Lysander two earthen jars. "Rosalin, I'll finish the cooking if you want to take advantage of our guests' generosity.”

"Thank you, grandfather." With an appreciative kiss, the older mino-sister took her place beside her sibling.

“We can help, too, though neither Pyx nor I have done this before.”

“It's simple. I'll show ya." Trixi knelt under Sessa's large frame while Lysander held the jar.  "Normally, you'd press your thumb and fingers together rhythmically till the milk begins to drip, but minotaurs are closer to holstaurs, so you want to trap the milk with your thumb and first fingers here and squeeze down.”

A torrent of creamy, rich milk splashed into the jar. “See? Easy.”

"Doesn't look hard. Do you want to do it, Pyx?"

Pyx indicated Emma should do it while he held the jar.

"Oh? Ok." Emma sat cross-legged on the floor. "So, like this, and put fingers here, and tug? Impatient droplets fell to the ground as Emma tried to manipulate the massive mammary. "Maybe two hands would be easier. You lovely ladies are certainly blessed with an ample bosom.”

Pyx scribbled a note to Emma. 'Yours is my favorite.'

Emma didn't acknowledge verbally, instead she smiled and kissed him on the head.

"Let's try again. Maybe with more of a squeezing, drawing-down motion." With better leverage, a hiss of milk landed in the jar. "I think I understand now."

For the next five minutes, the only noise was the distant sound of villagers and the impatient tapping of Sessa's finger. She spoke up, "Getting milked is so boring. I know! Let's make this more interesting. Hey, shorty."

Pyx looked up in surprise.

"Grab that bag over there by my bed."

Pyx looked where she indicated. The bag was more of a rather large sack.

"Careful, it's a little heavy."

Pyx attempted to lift it and almost fell. It didn't budge. Putting his whole body into it, he managed to drag it back between the two sisters.

"It's as heavy as a rock," he wrote.

"Because they are rocks." Sessa reached over and pulled the tie-string loose. Phallic carvings made from the same burnt orange and brown rocks as the surrounding hills spilled onto the floor.

"Quite the collection!" Trixi grabbed a wolfman dildo and scrutinized it from every angle. Picking up a particularly large centaur dildo with her other hand, she measured it against her body. “These were made with no little degree of skill.”

"That's the idea. More interesting when there's variety. Keeps things fresh. It's perfect for competing to see who can cum the most before they run dry – me or my sister!"

"Everything doesn't have to be a competition," Rosalina mumbled.

"Is my older sister afraid I'm going to beat her?"

“I don’t have to respond to your childish challenges.”

"Ahh, I forgot, my sibling is too prudish to enjoy the simpler pleasures of life."

"I am not."

"Are to."

"Am not! I'm absolutely comfortable with doing naughty things! I just don't want to… uh, make our guests uncomfortable."

"You won't. That's kinda my job description," revealed Trixi.

"To make people feel uncomfortable?"

"No, doing naughty things and only making him uncomfortable," sniggered the she-goblin, slapping her ear against Lysander's leg.

"Is that why you're naked?"

"Yes."

"Oh… I was wondering if going cloth-less was a goblin custom."

"Well, now that my big sister is all out of excuses, the goal here is to use these to get us off as many times as possible before our milking is finished. We have our own particular favorite toys, but we won't tell you which ones, so you'll have to figure out which they are… or maybe help us discover new combinations or techniques… and maybe we can throw in one more rule: Rosalin and I are allowed to give one related, indirect hint. Everyone understand? Good. It starts for your team after picking up the first toy."

"Can't believe I'm doing this..." Rosalin muttered.

"Alright, my martially skilled knight, which role do you want?” Trixi checked.

Lysander put his hand on the bucket.

"Milking? Ok, I'll handle the fun stuff then."

Trixi eyed the lewd rocks, pondering which might be this she-cow’s favorite. It was impossible to predict her preferences: big heads or girthier shafts, veins or ribbed, tapered or knotted, bumpy or smooth. There was even a wyvern's double-cock.

Sessa's bravado and extroverted nature may exude a very adventurous spirit, but maybe she secretly enjoyed something more plain when it came to masturbation? Trixi picked up a skinny and tapered minotaur dildo. 'We'll start with the most logical choice.'

Moving around to Sessa’s rear, she lifted the stiff tail. Parting the thick coat revealed a ruddy vulva speckled with darker spots.

She traced the rubbery lips with her fingers, peeling back the layers looking for her clit.

"You're putting me to sleep here! Come on, I'm not a desert rose, just jam it in. And you, milk me like you mean it."

"But you're not wet enough," argued Trixi.

"I soon will be."

Trixi and Lysander looked at each other. Perhaps that was Sessa using her one hint to suggest she liked it rough.

Acquiescing to Sessa's wishes, Trixi lined up the tip and sunk the dildo deep, all in one go, eliciting a grunt from the she-cow. Meanwhile, Lysander squeezed harder, giving her nipples a tweak with each pass.

"That's more like it!" Sessa encouraged.

Emma and Pyx's strategy was the opposite. His toy of choice was the oversized, double-cocked wyvern.

He covertly watched Rosalind's eyes widen as he picked up the monster dildo. She bit her lip.

'Was it excited anticipation or nervous timidity?' Sidling over to her backside, he decided it was probably the former. Her tail was held to the side, and the fur covering her crotch was already matted and sticky.

'A promising sign that maybe she enjoyed more extreme play. More observation was needed.'

Instead of going directly for the goal, he ran his fingers up and down her inner thigh, around the top of her butt, and down again, ending at her mound – getting close but never touching her pussy directly.

It soon became very apparent that the more demure sister made a lot of noise with slow and steady teasing. Emma followed his lead. Doing things she herself enjoyed with tentative and seductive flicks of her nipples between squirts of milk.

After a sufficient warm-up, Pyx ran his hand through her slick juices, using it to coat the rocky appendage while also making sure to add some to her anus.

She mewed in need as he coyly rubbed the shaft up and down her slit. It wasn't until her jerking butt wiggles were nearly begging when he playful circled her vaginal opening with the tip.

Given their difference in size and height, Pyx had to use both hands to heft the heavy toy onto his shoulder. 

The tips slid smoothly into their respective holes, at least until the widening shafts were stretching both holes taut. Rosalin's vagina was more readily accepting of the girth than her tail-hole. The puckered orifice was struggling to accommodate the last little bit.

Wondering if maybe this was her limit, he felt Rosalin suddenly push back. 'Did she want all of it?'

Planting his feet firmly, he put more force into meeting her wants. Thankfully, over the course of time traveling with Emma, his camp chores and maintenance of her heavy armor had helped him develop some lean muscle.

Grabbing her tail, he pulled it back, forcing the stretched pucker to bulge out and finally accept the entirety of the dildo.

Pulling back, he extracted the toy nearly completely before stuffing it all the way back in.

She gasped and whimpered, delirious with pleasure. She was meeting Pyx's thrusts with her own and, all the while, trying to remain steady on her trembling arms so Emma could persist milking.

"So noisy! Come on, you closet pervert! Will you just cum already and stop carrying on like a goat-girl in heat? Let's make it a close match!"

Rosalin ignored her sister and moaned even louder.

"Someone smack her butt, will ya?" Sessa groaned.

Pyx turned to Emma to ask if she could, but Emma was already swinging her palm on the mino's firm butt.

Rosalin bleated. The dam holding her orgasms back crumpled. She came. The force of her contractions gripping the dildo so tightly, Pyx wasn't able to move it for several seconds.

Noting that she was calming down, he immediately began his efforts again, working her to the next orgasm.

Sessa finally bellowed her own climax a short time later.

Feeling caught up in the competitive spirit, Trixi left the mino-dildo inside her, grabbed the wolfman toy, and worked it into her tail-hole. He let her have a moment to adjust before popping the knot inside.

Letting that one just sit there, she returned her attention back to Sessa's pussy.

Time passed with each sister stacking up orgasms. Sessa was in the middle of her fifth when she ran dry. Rosalin was coming down from her seventh when Emma let go of her sore nipples and leaned back.

"Looks like I lost," Sessa admitted.

Rosalin gave a tired but triumphant smile. "I'm not sure we even needed to compete."

"Doesn't matter! It was fun, helped pass the time, and our guests got what they wanted."

"A pleasantly productive morning!" affirmed Trixi.

"I'm tired," wrote a weary Pyx, his handwriting all wobbly.

"You did such a good job!" Emma heartened her partner.

Pyx crawled over to her and laid his head in her lap.

She stroked his head. "You can take a nap when we head out."

"Before you go, breakfast is finished. Perhaps you'd enjoy a taste of your hard work to go with it?" Eldran motioned to the jar.

After a breakfast of chopped fruit, layered over a flat, fluffy cake and topped with a portion of the sister’s milk mixed with vanilla and whipped into a cream, Eradren set out a larger jar, big enough for both Emma and Lysander to combine the remaining milk. With Edran’s guidance, they sealed the jar closed with wax and lifted it into a rope net for easier transport. 

Hoisting their belongings and goblins, they all thanked the villagers for their hospitality and entered the pass to continue their journey.