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  This is a camera. The first easy-use motion picture camera developed by the people of Haven. It was set up by Typeface at 7:56 A.M. to record the inside of Haven One Radio’s studio as a test run.

  The feed starts with a closeup of Typeface. Her blue hair is neatly braided into buns and she’s got a big smile. In the background, another dwarf, Spokefast, is setting up a table facing a one-way gss pane with microphones on it. She’s dressed in an expensive colr marking her as a sve, a bikini barely thicker than a shoece, and thigh-high stockings with several vibrators leading into her panties clipped onto them.

  “If this is working right, the sound should be recording as well. Behind the scenes footage avaible to all those contributing to the subscription model? This is going to be great!” She jumps in pce giddily. She holds a finger to her lips and winks at the camera. “Now, you stay quiet. I’ve got to bring in our stars.”

  Typeface steps back and poses cutely for the camera. She’s dressed in Quinn’s most famous outfit, her office dy attire. Her bust is pushed together by a tight bzer, her blue cy bra peaking along the edges. Her short-cropped skirt exposes her wet panties and a packet of condoms.

  Typeface leaves the room. She comes back a couple minutes ter, holding two bottles of viscous white fluid. She sets them down next to the microphones and two kobolds, a male and a female, enter the room. They walk in synchronized steps, their genitals covered in each other’s fluids. The two dwarven women help Peanut and Butter into their seats.

  While Spokefast gets on her knees to clean Peanut’s cock, Typeface sits on the table and reads off what they need to cover. Her voice is drowned out by Spokefast’s slurping and gagging, but the kobold demons follow along. She pauses for a moment to pass Spokefast a condom, which she quickly tears open to cover Peanut’s virile dick. Peanut thrusts into her cmped hands with a manly grunt as his cock fills the condom, Spokefast holding on so tight that it balloons without letting a single drop escape.

  With practiced ease, she ties the condom balloon shut and drops it into a rge box. Then, she moves on to clean Butter’s pussy. Once Typeface is done going over the script, she leans over to peck Spokefast on the cheek.

  “I’m heading out. Do you want to come with me?” Typeface eyes the two excited demons. “Or…”

  “I’ll stay with them.” Spokefast wipes the fluids from her mouth and grins. “If I need help, I’ll get Amaranth.”

  “Thirty seconds until we’re live.” Butter says as the thralls behind the gss set up the broadcast.

  “Don’t be two hard on her, you two.” Typeface winks at them and leaves.

  The two kobolds give Spokefast a wolfish smirk. Her legs are trembling, but the dwarf is smiling. The light in the booth turns red at 8:30 AM and the kobolds adopt a professional tone.

  “Good morning, everybody! This is Peanut…”

  “And this is Butter!”

  “We’re speaking to you, live, from Haven One Radio: the first source for news, music—”

  “—and phone sex! Draw our sigils on your foggles for a personal touch.”

  As the two kobolds talk about the weather, Spokefast is working double time, ying herself across their ps so that she can use her feet to py with Peanut’s stiffening length, and her hands to massage Butter’s wet slit. Butter keeps talking as she pats the dwarf’s head and Peanut gropes her thick butt. They work in perfect synch to rub the short woman’s body, two bodies working as one to slowly turn Spokefast into a blushing, leaking mess.

  “Onto the news: Some of you may have noticed some strange, uniformed women wandering around.”

  “I think you mean sexy, uniformed women.” Peanut chuckles. “They’re a bit…”

  “Dull? Dumb? Vapid? Of course! After all, we’ve warned people about Haven’s strange weather several times over the past few days. But some people refused to listen.”

  Spokefast’s moan is barely heard through the microphone, Peanut’s finger pads rubbing into her pussy as Butter squeezes one of her boobs. She squirms on their ps and femcum trickles between her legs.

  “When you’re too proud to listen to advice, you’re too proud to follow the rules.” Peanut sighs. “Tuesday and January recovered a load of smuggled products from them. They decided to use these wayward whores to form a police force: the B.I..S.”

  A green light fshes in the corner. The kobolds perk up and let Spokefast catch her breath.

  “A caller!” Butter cheers and pulls out her foggles. She opens it up next to the microphone. “Hey, this Butter from the HOR. What’s up?”

  “Ach, this is Amaranth.” A female voice with a thick accent comes through, and Spokefast’s eyes widen. “Oi’m wanderin’ iffn yer weather warnins’ are accurate. ‘Cause Oi was getting’ somethin’ from the deeper woods earlier, but then, and Oi cannae believe Oi’m sayin’ this…it snowed, and Oi grew a fat fookin’ cock!”

  “Oh, that’s a new one!” Peanut’s dick throbs, the tip dancing between Spokefast’s feet. “But yes, we don’t give weather forecasts for the wilderness zones in the northeast and southwest quadrants.”

  “Because that’s where Lord Quinn tests out the newer weather patterns! You say you grew a dick…can you tell us more? You know, give us the details!”

  Amaranth, a human succubus, goes into lurid detail describing her body before she was changed. She has a more human skin color, only marred by the freckles on her face and breasts. She’s quite proud of her curly red hair and her thicker tail. She eborates on how much she could shove in her cunny, and brags about her shapely hips and a big butt. When she says that, Peanut sps Spokefast’s thick, freckled behind and she yelps.

  “Wuzzat?”

  “Never mind that.” Peanut says as Butter muffles Spokesfast between her legs. “And after you got snowed on, did your pussy disappear, or…?”

  “Nah, thank Lord Quinn. Oi could fit less up moy cunt, though. Still, this fookin’ cock…unf~”

  Amaranth describes her six-inch dick in detail, from the gns all the way to the base. Her voice gets more breathless as she continues, she’s clearly jacking off. The more she talks, the more Spokesfast squirms about, her hands reaching between her legs to turn on the vibrators. A subtle buzzing starts, and her eyes roll back with a satisfied hum.

  “Well, I don’t think you have anything to worry about.” Butter leans forwards into the mic. “Typically, the morphic weather is based on experimental potions. They shouldn’t affect demons for more than a day. Mortals should avoid too much contact, because repeated doses can make the changes permanent.”

  “Which means you’ve only got a day to use your dick to the fullest!” Peanut chuckles. “Take it from me: use it before you lose it! Quinn’s tits, we should do a caller contest to try out your cocks.”

  It’s 10:00 AM, and they wrap up their section.

  “Wonderful idea, Peanut! We’ll meet up after commercials and music. See you guys then!”

  The lights turn off in the studio and the sound cuts out. The kobolds pick up Spokesfast and pce her on the table. The panting dwarf looks at them with half-lidded eyes and a big smile. She slowly spreads her legs and pulls the vibrators out of her pussy one by one. They start licking her arousal from every inch of her body, drenching her in a yer of aphrodisiac slobber that makes her beg for more.

  On the faded sounds of the radio, DJ Tightass introduces a series of songs pulled from Quinn’s memories. Not that the trio in the booth paid any attention.

  Trembling from excitement, Spokesfast puts another condom on Peanut’s dick and ys back on the table so that Butter can sit on her face. The kobold bitch grins and grinds her pussy into the dwarf’s mouth, shivering in pleasure as her tongue dutifully dives into her folds. Peanut pokes his engorged rod at Spokefast’s drooling love tunnel and shoves himself inside her. They spend the next couple hours fucking relentlessly, drowning the ensved dwarf in never-ending orgasms.

  Every now and then, Peanut would pause and groan as his balls churned another load into Spokesfast. Every time he did, her midsection swelled a bit more. As she grew rger, the kobolds would whisper dirty things when she wasn’t squealing into Butter’s slick pussy.

  “Amaranth is you daughter, right?” Butter giggled as she taped Spokesfast’s vibrators to her nipples. “Were you getting horny when she was describing her cock~?”

  “Mfm-fmmmmmm~!” Her muffled words are cut short when Butter turns on the vibrators, the simution on her nipples as Peanut thrusts into her, driving her into another orgasm.

  “Her cunny got tighter when you mentioned it!” Peanut ughs and fucks her harder. “Don’t worry. We’ll let you try her cock when she calls.”

  Peanut’s pace is interrupted when Spokesfast wraps her legs around him, pulling him into her as he shoots another load into her bloated uterus. Just in time, too: The light fshes, a signal that it’s almost time for them to go live.

  The kobolds quickly get off the dwarf and back into their seats, the cum-drunk dwarf taking a few moments to catch her breath and roll off the table. She looks six months pregnant, but the dwarf simply waddles off, her hands between her legs to keep any cum from escaping.

  A commercial pys on the radio as Spokesfast sits in a chair and slowly pulls the condom out of her womanhood.

  “Are you a hungry slut? Do you frequently let your lover’s leftovers drip out of you? Too tired to clean out their holes? Introducing EZ-Seal condoms! Accommodate any size, any potency! Minotaur tested; goblin approved!”

  The rubber holds firm as she pulls the massive condom balloon out of her pussy, her eyes rolling back as she is stretched apart. With a final gasp, a basketball-sized balloon sloshes out of Spokesfast and a spray of arousal follows. She staggers to the box and plops the balloon into it.

  “Now in pussy pink, Egyptian gold, cockhead purple, rocket red, and bck!”

  She wipes her brow with a smile and removes the vibes from her nipples. Spokesfast takes the opportunity for a break.

  It's 1:30 PM.

  “Welcome back folks! I’m Peanut!”

  “I’m Butter! And we’re…”

  “Haven One Radio!””

  The two radio hosts get back into the swing of things with a small guessing game, then segue into some interpretations of Quinn’s Earth songs. They call Tightass for some of her insight, since she’s still got memories of Prillian music. She expins that Prillian music is mostly based on region, with more ‘cssical’, strings music being most popur in the Elven Council’s region.

  “In other news, a few more pirates have decided to pnt their roots in Haven. We at the HOR would like to formally welcome our new pirate citizens!” Butter barks.

  “Hey, don’t forget about the rule-breakers!” Tightass cackles over the radio. “I didn’t think so many people would give up their souls so easily…Lord Quinn had to make me cum five times before I devoted all of myself to her. These scrubs lost their souls because they were too zy to read the contract!”

  “Speaking of, Lord Quinn requested a few more things to add to the rules.” Butter shifts uncomfortably in her seat. “After a few too many incidents, public sex on the west side of the city is restricted. Quinn writes, and I quote: ‘You guys are fucking so much next to the Prillians. I understand lots of you get off on doing to do next to oblivious people, but the censor gsses can’t hide everything!’ A real downer, Peanut.”

  “Added to the recent restriction on cum output potions, I worry that Haven is going against its founding principles…”

  The light in the booth fshes red several times. The kobolds and Spokesfast sit ramrod straight. Peanut and Butter look at each other nervously and Peanut opens his foggles next to the mic.

  “We’ve got a real treat today, folks…Lady Quinn herself is calling the station. Let’s see what she has to say.”

  “How are my two favorite radio puppies doing today?” The kobolds wag their tails at Quinn’s cheerful tone.

  “We’re doing great, Lord Quinn. We’re only a bit disappointed about the—”

  “Yeah, yeah, the restriction. Not a ban, a restriction. Guys, I’m going to be honest: this one’s on me. There’ve been several incidents where someone gets their gsses knocked off and they go a bit wild with a public gangbang. Once or twice isn’t bad; I’m always down for more town bikes! But I ended up going a bit too hard a few days back on one of my walks and broke a dozen ECS all at once.”

  Peanut and Butter nod. Spokesfast licks her lips and brings her fingers between her legs.

  “But don’t worry! Since there’s more space in Haven, I’m adding an underground section beneath the city! The yout will be the same as the city above, except people with the rose-tinted gsses can’t see the entrances. It’s dark and gloomy, so if you’re a fan of sunlight you should avoid it.”

  “As for the limitations on potions like Big Load, Milk+, and Spunkwave, I hate to say this, but I think we have too much demon fluids in storage. It’s yummy, it’s filling, and god—owwww—is it hot to spread over myself…but it’s also making big bucks as a magical reagent, and we’re making loads of it. I’m trying not to crash any economies here, and the csses I had to—I’ve been taking say that’s no bueno.”

  Spokesfast looks pointedly at the box full of filled condoms. It was a guaranteed way to make some extra cash on the side. Now those balloons taunt with jizz presented a rger problem. She sighs and slips a few more fingers inside her.

  “The restriction will stay in pce…until someone completes the new objective I’ve put up!”

  Peanut and Butter gasp at the same time. Spokesfast stops mid-knuckle.

  “Another mission?” Peanut gapes.

  “Yup! Here’s my challenge to you, my dear, sexy citizens: Find a use for our fluids! Cum or milk, we need to find a way to turn our food into more than that! I’ve got enough in storage for a century-long lust famine, and I will reward good solutions with a hundred blue tokens…enough for a wish. Good luck! I’ll see you puppies ter!”

  Quinn hangs up and there’s a pregnant pause in the studio. Peanut clears his throat and opens his mouth a couple times to say something, but Butter speaks up first.

  “You heard it here first, folks. Rumor has it a few people are close, but nobody has gotten enough money to personally request something from Lord Quinn. That will change if one of you finds a solution to our problem.”

  “Unless we get it first!”

  “I don’t see that happening, Peanut…”

  “I can dream, Butter!”

  The two banter some more and mention some current events happening in Prillia and by Nancy’s Tavern, but nothing else exciting happens. Spokesfast keeps warming herself up, licking her arousal from one hand as the other rubs her wet entrance.

  At 2:00 PM, they take another music break. Spokesfast joins them and ys on the table again. This time, Butter takes out a strap-on and fucks her snatch as Peanut shoves his cock into her mouth.

  When he gets close to cumming, Spokesfast pulls out his red rod and puts a condom in her mouth. She envelops Peanut’s dick in the condom and keeps sucking away. Butter stops the first time her bondmate cums so the dwarf could switch condoms, but only slows down the second time.

  She doesn’t even slow after the third.

  The result is a drooling, tongue lolled Spokesfast struggling to unwrap the condom as Butter jackhammers into her pussy. Her eyes are rolled back and one hand is holding onto the table for dear life, trying to stabilize her body as she shakes about. Peanut’s teasing by bobbing his cock right under her nose might not be helping.

  She finally manages to slip the condom on Peanut, but she’s too fuck-addled to repce it a few minutes ter. Peanut does it himself, and for the next few hours, he only stops to tie up filled condoms and toss it into the box. Then he plunges his dick back into the dwarf’s sck mouth, lewd instincts pushing her to lick and suck at his erection even in her addled state.

  By 5:00 PM the box is filled with an assortment of colorful, filled condoms. The signal goes off and the kobolds gently pce the leaking dwarf in her chair before getting into their seats once more.

  “Welcome folks! I’m Butter…”

  “And I’m Peanut! This is—”

  ““Haven One Radio!””

  “Initially, we were supposed to do a game section. But earlier today, we got a wonderful suggestion.” Peanut smirks.

  “A dick taste test!” Butter cps her hands together. “I’m so excited!”

  “Put a leash on it for a second!” Peanut tuts. “We still need to do our daily calls. For the unfamiliar: Our lines are always open, but now’s the time of day where people call in to compliment or congratute others. I know I’ve had a fuck so good, I had to let everyone know!”

  “You sure did!” Butter giggles. “When we went to the kobold orgy, you kept singing my praises.”

  “Oh, hush you!” The lights fsh. “Oh, our first caller! Hello, this is Peanut from HOR. Who do you want to congratute for being great in the sack?”

  “This is June.”

  “And July.”

  “We wanted to thank Chelsea for following our advice and staying drug free.”

  “And also for the fantastic threesome she had with us. You’re welcome to cum back to use us…”

  “…Anytime.”

  A few more people call in. Citizens thanking a succubus for a mind-melting BJ, or an incubus for a toe-curling dicking. One person, voice disguised by a spell, even thanked Shoggy and confessed to being a big fan of his work. There were a few of the usual anecdotes of the more experienced demons from the youngers. As they take the calls, Spokesfast stirs and groggily gets up. She cracks an energy drink, careful that the sound doesn’t get picked up by the mics.

  She brings it to her lips and the kobolds answer another caller.

  “Ach! These fookin’ call loines ar’ busy!” Spokesfast stifles a cough as the voice tunes in.

  “Hey, it’s Amaranth!” Peanut and Butter leer back to Spokesfast. “Are you here to strut your stuff, or is this something closer to your heart?”

  “Well…whoile Oi’m ‘ere Oi might as well shout out Typeface and Spokesfast, who made me squirm like a fookin’ virgin when they worked on me minge. Roight licked me up ‘yond cooter, pooter, ‘n everythan else!”

  The kobolds stifle their ughter as they try not to look at Spokefast’s embarrassed face. She’s blushing and her loins twitch at the memory.

  “Oi’m actually preparin’ somethin’ for Spokefast to wear for the weddin’. Oi think she’ll loik it. She’ll be able to wear it when Typeface’s wife stuffs her full o’ kids.”

  There’s silence on the line, but the kobolds are howling in ughter. Typeface has been practically naked for hours, but she is trying to hide her red face with the energy drink. Yet her thighs are glistening with rivulets of arousal.

  “’Nuff ‘bout that! I cannae wait to show ya me cock!”

  One of the fogholes buzzes, and out pops Amaranth’s dick. Butter picks it up and wobbles it around with an approving nod.

  “Good heft. Very springy!” Butter gives it a long lick and Amaranth is heard gasping from the other end. “Tastes like a real cock…Lord Quinn has outdone herself! Now to test it out.”

  Butter motions for Spokesfast to get closer. Once the dwarf is close enough, the kobold succubus rubs the cock between Spokesfast’s wet thighs. Butter cmps a padded hand over the dwarf’s mouth, her hips automatically thrusting to try to get the cock closer to her loins. Then Butter waves Amaranth’s dick under her nose, grinning wolfishly when Spokesfast’s eyes flutter as her entire body squirms. The kobold lets go of Spokesfast’s mouth, and the dwarf hesitates.

  Only for a moment, before taking her daughter’s cock in her mouth. Her eyes roll back as she sucks the dick, still trying to be as quiet as possible so the mics don’t pick up her moans of joy.

  Another foghole buzzes, and Butter pulls the cock out of Spokefast’s mouth.

  “You really went for it!” Peanut chuckles. “Here, we have Drago on the line.”

  “Hey Peanut, Butter. I’ve wanted to compare my unique dick to others for a while.” As he talks, a strange phallus pokes through the foghole, ribbed along the length until reaching a tapered point with small, squirming tendrils at the end. “My lifegiver requested I have a dragon cock, but I don’t think Lady Quinn had ever seen one.”

  “Well Drago, let’s taste it!” Butter responds and slowly pumps the exotic cock, aiming it at the befuddled dwarf girl.

  Over the next few minutes, calls would come in to test their dicks. Peanut or Butter poked them, sucked them, rubbed them, and occasionally used them to fuck themselves. They’d make some comments, recommend positions, then shove their favorites into Spokesfast. By the end, Spokesfast had tears of ecstasy running down her face and several cocks thrusting into her asshole and pussy at once.

  It's 6:00 PM when the two kobolds sign off for the day. They help Spokesfast pull the dicks out of her various orifices when there’s a knock at the door. They barely have time to look up when a succubus with a thick mane of frizzy hair bursts in.

  “Oi, workin’ hard or hardly workin’ ‘ere?” Amaranth ughs boisterously and leans against the door frame. “Oi knew those lips felt familiah!”

  Spokesfast blushes and looks away, but spasms noticeably as Peanut pulls the st dick out of her ass. The succubus resembles Spokesfast in a lot of ways, from the freckles dusting her cheeks and chest, down to the long red hair that reaches their thick hips. Except Amaranth is a human-type succubus, towering over Spokesfast by nearly two feet.

  Also unlike her mother, Amaranth is wearing clothes. A low-cut frock and apron, typical of a succubus distiller. Just enough skin to entice, but not enough to accidentally contaminate batches when getting rowdy.

  “Oi had to check to see if Oi was right. An’ lookie! Oi was!” She takes off her clothes and tosses them in the corner, proudly showing off her erection. “Do ya min’ if Oi borrow me mam for a bit? Oi wanted to use mah dick before showin’ ‘er the wedding dress Oi bought ‘er.”

  “Of course, Amaranth!” Butter is trailing a cw gently along Drago’s engorged cock. Despite spending nearly an hour inside Spokesfast, he hasn’t cum yet and parts of his dick have swollen in weird and interesting ways. “I’ve still got some things to try out.”

  Amaranth strides next to Spokesfast, her swinging cock enrapturing the dwarf until it’s poking at her chest. Spokesfast wipes the drool from her mouth and looks up to the succubus as her tail brushes against Spokesfast’s arm. Amaranth smirks down at her and caresses Spokefast’s head.

  “There’s somethin’ Oi’ve wanted to try since this cock sprouted out of me…” Spokesfast leans closer to the succubus and kisses the tip of her rod. “How about Oi carry ya aroun’ on my cock?”

  Spokesfast’s legs tremble and she nods eagerly. Amaranth grabs her by the hips and lifts her up in full view of the bemused kobolds. She lowers the whining dwarf’s asshole on her cock, and drops her just in time to interrupt whatever the mortal was going to say. Amaranth’s thick tail comes up between her legs and wiggles around Spokesfast’s sloppy entrance as her mouth opens in an ‘O’ of pleasure.

  The succubus bounces the smaller woman on her rod and tail, making sure to lift her high enough so that her cockhead is pulling at the edges of her asshole before dropping her all the way down. The kobolds sample the collection of cocks and enjoy the show, the thoroughly fucked dwarf losing herself to the st bliss of the day. Amaranth is concentrating, unused to the sensations of an actual cock, though her motions are clearly practiced.

  “Haa-Haaa~ Enjoying getting used, eh? Ha-Ha-haaa~ What a good little slut!” The succubus talks dirty into Spokesfast’s ear, and the dwarf responds by moaning louder and squeezing her pussy tighter on her daughter’s tail. “Haaa-Haaaa~ Oi think ya can get a closer look at how -unf- much of a whore ya are!”

  Amaranth carries Spokesfast closer to the one way gss, letting Spokesfast’s hazy eyes see her getting fucked on her daughter’s rod. She moans louder than ever and a spray of arousal jets onto the mirror.

  “Ooh, bad girl! Now ya got tae clean that up!”

  The succubus pushes the dwarf onto the gss, fucking her against it and using her lolled out tongue to ‘clean up’ the streaks of femcum on the gss. Amaranth shoves Spokesfast so hard against the gss that her breasts squish around Spokesfast’s head and agains the gss with the rest of the dwarf’s body.

  The kobold’s get a nice view of Amaranth’s thick, freckled butt ramming Spokesfast into the gss. And her salivating cunny aching to be used. Butter nods at Peanut, who abandons the cocks he was pying with to get behind her.

  Butter licks her lips and finally shoves Drago’s dick inside her, growling happily as she continues pying with the other cocks. Amaranth barely notices Peanut behind her, only pausing when his snout is right over her shoulder.

  “Wha—Guh!~”

  And slips his red rocket inside her desperate love tunnel. Amaranth gasps, her tail wiggling out of Spokesfast’s pussy and turning the mother-daughter pair into a squealing mess. Peanut thrusts into the succubus, squishing Spokesfast even more against the gss. Femcum streams down from the gss, every thrust smming her entrance against the gss with a spsh.

  “Pl-please! Ah~ Pl-please use my pussy!” Spokesfast begs, pulling Amaranth from her dogcock-stuffed daze long enough for her to slip her cock out of her ass and into her love tunnel. The sensation proves too much, and the succubus cums inside her instantly. “Yes! Y-yesyesyes!”

  Cum leaks down the gss and their legs, but the futanari keeps going, the dwarf’s cunny squeezing even more energy out of her.

  The fuck sandwich continues for a while, the ahegao face of the two women growing sluttier with every thrust. Until finally, Butter moans as she reaches a climax on Drago’s dick, the pleasure bleeding over to her bondmate. With a vicious growl, his cock tenses and shoots a hefty load inside Amaranth. The succubus seizes, her own dick shooting another load into the fuck-addled dwarf.

  With a shuddering breath, Peanut pulls out of Amaranth with a loud pop. The succubus takes a deep breath and shakily pushes herself off the gss.

  “Thank ya for the help.” Amaranth pulls a near-comatose Spokesfast off her cock and cradles her against her chest. Gobs of her cum poot out of her thoroughly used pussy and onto the floor. “Poor girl is tuckered out. Are ya sure yer not workin’ ‘er too hard?”

  “She and Typeface insist.” Though Butter shrugs, her voice is tinged with regret. “We may have gone a bit overboard today.”

  “Aye, they insist. Typeface is gatherin’ loads of tokens for somethin’, but she’s keepin’ it a surprise. Oi think she wants to be the first one to pay for a wish. Are ya goin’ to need her to clean up?”

  “We can take care of it.” Peanut goes for the cleaning supplies.

  “Nay, nay. Oi’ll take care of it. Just pay Typeface for the services.” The futanari gently puts Spokesfast on the nearby couch and combs her messy hair from her face.

  “With her performance today?” Butter licks Drago’s cock clean of sexual fluids. “She’s getting a bonus for sure.”

  The evening finishes up with Peanut and Butter recording lines for their off time. Amaranth cleans up the mess as they work, rarely pausing her work to give the mess a taste.

  It is 6:30 PM and the kobolds leave for the evening. Amaranth spends a bit longer to clean up, finishing up by sealing the box of sealed condoms and putting it in the hallway. She gets dressed and picks up the dopey dwarf in a princess carry and leaves, turning the lights off on the way out.

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