Chapter 3 pt3

It didn't take long and soon they had the tents neatly folded. Vivi's too, though hers wasn't folded so much as wrapped up in a lump by the unconcerned vulpine. Flora finished her bowl and burped. She made a vague gesture with her hand and her small gnome tent zoomed into the air from where she had left it. Ellaria caught it and opened a bag on her hip. She put the tent inside and surprisingly it seemed to fit, in fact it didn't look as though the bag had just had an entire small tent put in it at all. She picked up her own tent and shoved it inside along with her book and then Fey's and Vivi's tent. The quite clearly magical bag didn't change shape or size in the slightest, its depths hidden in darkness.

"Useful things, those dimensional bags," said Fey, eyeing it with interest. "I would have hated to lug all that stuff to the dungeon. People like to treat centaurs like pack horses. I have to admit I was a bit worried you were going to have me doing that kind of thing when I joined the band."

"Yes, they are extremely useful. Brilliant for carrying stuff. I suppose there aren't many of them outside the cities though, only the highest levelled mages in the mages guild have a chance of making them, meaning they are expensive."

"I like to call them D Bags," said the gnome. "Which also describes the douchebag mages who make them."

"The mages guild gets a bad rap. They are quite nice really. I had a lovely experience when I went to purchase this."

"I suspect you only think that elfy because your beautiful ass makes all the men drool and go weak at the knees for you."

"I- that's not true! Dammit Flora!"

The gnome sneered at her. "Try being a gnome some time. Those damn snooty mages won't even give me the time of day let alone first dibs on a D bag."

Vivi patted her rounded stomach. "I don't want to interrupt but are we going to spend all day here?"

"No, you're right, we should get going and stop wasting daylight." said Ellaria stringing shut the dimensional bag at her side a little huffily.

Fey eyed Vivi's heavy stomach. "Aren't you going to struggle with that?"

The vulpine grinned at her. "No way, I'm not a fighter for nothing you know. I'm Strong!"

Fey gave her a skeptical look, but moved to follow Ellaria.

The band left the hot springs, leaving what was now a milky white pool in their wake, and broke back onto the dirt path winding its way through the forest. Fey's rock hard two foot six inch dick slapped against her barrel with each step she took but she had to admit it felt just a tad less awkward than yesterday, probably due to what had happened at the hotspring.

One advantage of being taller was that her strides went further and her hooves ate up ground to the point that she was gradually pulling ahead of the others and had to consciously slow herself so that they could keep up. Well, with the exception of Flora who lazed through the air with ease.

It was a beautiful summers day with big fluffy white clouds in the azure gradient sky. Golden sunlight bathed the lush grass between the trees and butterflies scattered throughout the air. Fey appreciated the warm feeling of the sun's rays on her back as she walked. It was times like these that she really liked being an adventurer. The only thing that spoilt it was a certain meaty smacking sound emanating from beneath her as she walked.

By the time their destination came into view Fey had gotten so used to the constant audible dick slapping that she had tuned it out. She wasn't so sure that was the case for the others though, she kept catching Vivi and Flora sneaking glances below her barrel, a hungry look on their faces.

Ellaria raised her head as she caught sight of their destination, a building.

"Ah. Here we are. I'll be glad to get a night's rest in a real bed after all that roughing. I'm seriously considering buying a collapsible bed for future excursions."

The building in question was an inn, a two-storey wooden structure with a sign across the entrance that read: 'The Slippery Otter'.

The band wandered into the inn's yard, throwing off the fatigue of the walk and stretching their limbs and sighing with relief for a day's journey finished.

"I have a sudden and inexplicable appreciation for the struggles of the pregnant," grumbled the fox girl as she waddled into the yard, her arms tiredly holding up her stomach. She'd started the walk strong but by the end even her outsized strength was flagging under the weight of so much cum.