Conversations with the rest of the farm

Shit shit shit shit shit, you think as you sheepishly glance at Matilda. Your mother taught you not to damage other people’s stuff, and while there may be a bit of leeway you can tell the rampant fucking has bent the bed a bit. “Sorry about that” you say sheepishly, glancing at Vinca, who is looking decidedly unapologetic as she slips into her loose clothing.

“Don’t be such a spoilsport, Matilda dear” she intones, glancing down at the blushing girl, “we needed a bed big enough to fuck on, and yours was the only one big enough.”

“Th-that still doesn’t mean!” Matilda looks extremely flustered as Vinca walks up to her, the Dryad’s massive tits swinging in the farm girl’s face. “It doesn’t mean…”

“Don’t worry, I’ll clean up your bed later” Vinca leans in to give Matilda a peck on the cheek, making the girl eep.

“A-alright” she says, walking forward quickly to try and escape the Dryad’s gaze, “AlfredIneedyoutocomemeetmymother.” Before you can even process the jumble of words that came out of her mouth, you’re grabbed by the arm and dragged out of the room, Vinca trailing along behind you. Why does everyone keep dragging you by the arm today, it’s beginning to make you feel sore.

Walking out into the main room, you notice Jane sitting their, her hat on jauntily as she stares you up. “Well” she says, a mildly impressed tone to her voice, “It’s nice that you got him so quick, honey bun, but you could have waited for him to put on some clothes.”

Matilda jumps away from you with an “eek” as she realizes you’ve been naked this entire time.

“Yeah, take it in” you joke, leaning against the wall. Your dick may be flaccid, but that doesn’t stop three of the women in the room from eyeing it up hungrily, while the fourth stammers at the situation.

“Mom!” Matilda yells, snapping her fingers, “you’re supposed to tell him about being the village guest.” Jane sighs, dragging her hand away from her pussy.

“Yeah, I do have some important things to talk ‘bout, I s’pose.” She gives a sideways look at Dew, who noticing the glance, shrugs at you.

“No idea what she’s talking about” the young drow mouths, “we already know everything.”

Jane doesn’t notice Dew’s mouthing, or perhaps she just doesn’t care. “So, I’ve seen the papers that Dew over here gave me, and they’re quite a sight to behold, I must say.”

You fidget a bit, not understanding where she’s going. “So?”

“So, some of these might take a bit of effort to pull off” she continues, “Nina needs to be defeated in a duel for example, and that’s one of the easier ones.” She gives you a sympathetic look. “I thought that you two might want my help, instead of your mothers’, Dew.”

“What’s wrong with Xana?” you ask. Jane looks a bit uncomfortable, slowly choosing her words as she replies.

“Xana’s been a good friend of mine for a while, but I’m sure even Dew has to admit she’s a tad, well, intense at times. She might step over a line, make things more difficult for you.”

You can see where she’s coming from. Xana’s very quick to resort to sexual punishments, and you know for a fact that behind her motherly exterior she’s all but insatiable. It might be good to have a more stable mature figure backing you up, but Xana’s been nothing but nice to you, and you’re sure she’s always do the right thing in the end. It’s a tough decision to make, but you do make it rather quickly.