Post Quest Release

After completing a tough quest Angela wanted to reward the little fighters with a small celebration. Her new little helpers where happy for the refreshments but soon they became fidgety, looking around for something they just couldn't find. trembling one of them finally spoke up, asking about something called a restroom. a strange concept from their previous lives.

You explain that no such utility is present in this realm, the expression on her face drops as a blush radiates from her. Shyly she asks what to do about her urgent needs and if there was at least a private place to settle the matter. A humid scent reaches you when she suddenly trembles violently, desperate to find a solution that meets her sensibility's. you decide that a gentle lesson is in order to teach the newcomers the way residence of this land deal with that small issue.

you place a hand on her chin and rase her head up to meet your gaze, with reassuring words a warm fountain bursts forth from your groin. the newcomers face blusher furiously and her eyes look panicked. you let out something between a moan and a deep sigh, the fluid you had been holding in as to not spoil the celebration runs freely quickly making a slipping hazard in Sally's shop. not even a quarter of the way empty the newcomer seems to have followed your lead, even if it was unwillingly.

you look to sally who was slightly averting her gaze and a bit red. the smirk said that you had full permission to empty yourself right where you stood in the shop, something you are very willing to take advantage of. you relax your tail hole and the fatigue of trying to appear decent Infront of the little ones who look up to you starts to melt. far too many times had you been ready to unleash the weight in your gut as you bent over, only to have your rear assaulted by an overly eager adventurer. forcing you to clench and squish what came out between your cheeks and turn to hide any marks that blead through.

your body tingles as you finally get to unload. you brought back by the stuttering of the newcomer that you had made watch you carefully just a moment earlier. a soft mass plops to the floor as you refrain from making eye contact, maybe you had gone a little too far for just a demonstration. you gather yourself and clear your throat: "leave it to the cleaners to come by and resolve your.... leftovers." looking anywhere else that at the face of the little one you had inadvertently made watch you do your business, you see your student and the other small newcomer had begun to mimic your display...