All kinds of cargo, Bound and Shipped to the Outpost

Despite all she had been through, Fiorayne gasped upon seeing the final chamber: the Wellspring itself. The chiseled stone brick and tile gave way to a craggy cave, which opened up into a massive canyon, stretching deep into the earth. The cave's interior was light as day thanks to crystals covering the ceiling and massive stone columns, suffusing everything with a dreamlike glow, and from the outcropping Fiorayne had found herself on, she could hardly believe the bounty of nature spread below her. Massive fruit bearing trees gave shelter to herds of prey animals and other peaceful forms of the Endemic Life found on the surface, underground rivers of crystal clear potable water, sparkling with crystal-light and reflecting the image of the cavern's ore-rich walls. The grove was larger than some of the hunting grounds she had run through above ground, seemingly untouched by Large Monsters, and from where she stood she could see other tunnels; other potential entrances, or paths to even more idyllic lost lands such as this?

"Incredible..." So taken aback was Fiorayne that she had completely failed to keep covering herself. She too glistened under the crystal's glow, still enough to be mistaken for a work of art other than the movement of her eyes and the slight up-and-down of her breasts as she stood breathing in the aromas of the orchards below her. A breeze was blowing through, ferried underground by one tunnel or another, having made a long journey to caress the naked woman standing in its path, raising goosebumps across her skin as it weaved around each perky peak, and through the tight passage between her thighs. With a shiver and a start, Fiorayne remembered herself, and slapped her hands over her front just in time to hear another set of clicks and hoots from behind. She spun, depriving the cameras any more shots of her ass, at least until more Cohoots flew in to surround her. With clenched teeth, desperately trying to keep a handle on her knightly sense of calm and composure, she cleared her throat and stepped forward, all but convinced at some point that somehow the noble that had done this to her was listening in.

"As pleased as I am to find out you were being truthful about the existence of the Wellspring, I must stress one point: what you have subjected me to-- the idea that you would have subjected anyone to something like this-- is unacceptable, and on my word as a Royal Knight I will see you face the consequences for it! Can you hear me?!" Fiorayne shouted at the front-most Cohoot, cringing seeing her naked body reflected in it's lens, all the while bent over as she looked into it and presenting the birds behind her with an even better view. The owl in front of her was nonplussed by the sights and sounds provided by the naked woman, and simply tucked its beak into its backpack, and pulled out another scroll of paper to hold out to Fiorayne. She locked eyes with it for a moment, hands still locked firmly over her chest and crotch, before she scoffed, and swirled around, using the hand that had been over her breasts to snatch the scroll from the bird's beak and unfurl it in front of them instead. Though she technically preserved her modesty in front of the cameras for that moment, it was little solace with her posterior now presented for a close POV postion, but she tried to ignore it as she read.

Congratulations!

The Wellspring and all it offers now belong to you and to the Kingdom!

Technically speaking, the Quest was going to call for a bonus round, just an extra little bit of fun, but because you've been such a good sport, I've decided to alter it slightly, to show that I really do want the best for the Outpost. To that end, my loyal workers will be along shortly to transport a helping of the Wellspring's bounty back to the docks, and transportation will be provided for you as well, free of charge! By the time you've finished reading this, it will have already been arranged!

I salute you, Dame Fiorayne!

Before Fiorayne had time to truly process the words in front of her, she noticed too late the shadow that had been cast over her, and rather than being able to roll out of the way, simply looked up just in time to see some kind of receptacle being dropped directly on top of her, and then, darkness.

The Outpost rose into a furor when the carts were spotted approaching, a group of Felynes in unfamiliar fancy dress mushing their pack animals forward, massive crates uncovered with some open and full of piles of gems, produce, raw material, all uncovered and stacked high enough to nearly spill over the edge of the wagons. Admiral Galleus recognized them as they got close, the Outpost's own workers beginning to assist with the unloading the insignia painted on the wagons' sides matching the seal of the scroll he had been handed earlier. It was logical to assume then that this was part of the reward-- presumably from the fabled Wellspring itself, as the Outpost's scientists had started pouring over the produce and animal products excitedly talking about new species. If that were the case, of course, he would have expected Dame Fiorayne to have returned ahead of them, having earned but ready to refuse her hard-won praise and down-time. That was before, of course, a group of Felynes had hauled a massive crate into the middle of the Outpost, one labeled 'urgent'. Wary, but unsure as to why, the Admiral nodded to a dockworker with a crowbar, who had barely slotted the tool into place before the whole thing popped open, to a chorus of gasps and flabbergasted meows.

With the sides of the crate fallen open, everyone could see Dame Fiorayne returned to the Outpost. The knight was sans armor, though it would be technically incorrect to say she was completely uncovered; ropes binding her arms behind her back covered her forearms quite well, along with the loops holding her legs down in a kneeling position, and the metal bar keeping her legs apart technically were covering parts of her legs as well. Everything else was on display, however, and the pose she found herself in was only accentuating how much everything there was to display. Her back was **** to arch backwards, keeping her chest pushed firmly forward, shaking as she started to wake and struggle against her constraints. Her thighs and glutes flexed as they strained in vain against their bindings, and the little movement she was managing was effectively just thrusting her pelvis forward, freely revealing her most private place for all her subordinates, colleagues, and friends. The only reason anyone wouldn't have been looking at her in that moment would have been to notice the sheets of paper fluttering down from the sky, photographs dropped by a fleet of Cohoots as they flew off and disappeared into the distance, photographs of the lascivious series of events leading up to the display in front of them. Admiral Galleus, normally a stone statue of a man, was agape as he looked down and locked eyes with his stripped-and-bound second in command as she regained enough of her faculties to realize exactly where she was. As her face turned a bright, full crimson, she swallowed, and addressed him in as clear a voice as she could manage.

"Q-Quest Complete, sir."