Pick-up and hunker down

Lucile walked up to Talrach just as the tiefling waved goodbye to the lizard creature, the witch clearing her throat as she got her crush's attention. "Uh, h-hi, Talrach."

"Oh, hey, Lucy." Talrach replied with a smile, "What's going on?"

Lucile looked over to Tara as the naked woman gave a thumbs-up and a supportive grin, the witch turning back to the tiefling as she cleared her throat again.

"Are you okay?" Talrach asked her friend in concern, placing a hand on Lucile's forehead. "You're not coming down with a bad bug, are you?"

"N-no, no. I was just wondering if it hurt?" Lucile asked, praying this would work.

"Did what hurt?"

"When you fell from heaven. Because you are clearly an angel." Lucile finished, giving a nervous smile. "Please work. Please, please, please, PLEASE work!"

Talrach blinked a few times in confusion, tilting her head slightly. "I didn't fall from heaven, Lucy. You know I - wait," she gave a hurt look as she asked, "this isn't a joke about how I look like a devil, is it? A fallen angel?"

"What?! No! No! No!" Lucile exclaimed, holding up her arms defensively. This was not going the way she had hoped. "What I meant was that you're as beautiful as an angel! Even more so, in fact!"

Talrach's smile returned as she hugged Lucile briefly. "Aww! Thank you, Lucy! I think you're beautiful, too!"

"Y-you do?!" Lucile asked hopefully.

"Of course you are! And one day you'll make somebody very happy! I just know it, Bestie!"

Lucile's smile faltered.

"What in the name of the gods is she doing?" Emily asked as Integra and Desiderata approached the group.

"Failing at pick-up lines..." Tara replied with a sigh.

"What's she picking up the lines with?" Helena asked.

"No, it's - Oh, nevermind." Tara groaned, not wanting to explain it all again. Looking up, Tara saw Lucile walking up to them with a sigh.

"I should've known that that wouldn't work." Lucile groaned.

"Hey, just because one didn't work, doesn't mean they all won't." Tara said, attempting to both cheer up the witch and make sure that vision didn't happen. "And you can't give up. Look, pretend I'm a witch for a second. I see an ogre that's ready to kill me in battle, so I cast a spell. It doesn't work. I cast the spell a second time, and it doesn't work. I cast it a third time, it still doesn't work. What do I do next?"

"Run. You suck as a witch if you can't defeat an ogre in combat." Lucile deadpanned.

"No." Tara replied flatly before clearing her throat. "I cast the spell a fourth time, and it atomizes the ogre in one hit."

"Atomization spells require the caster to -"

"My point is!" Tara interrupted, "My point is that you can't give up just because one backfired on you. You can try again tomorrow, alright?"

"... I think it may just be a waste of time at this point, but fine." Lucile said with a shrug. She then turned to Desiderata and asked, "Where are we sleeping for the night?"

"Sorry it's size, but it is a little last minute. This was Desiderata's tent when she was twenty." Chavera apologized as she led the group into a medium sized tent. Giving a seductive wink to Integra, she added, "You can always sleep in my bed if you get cold in the night, Ms. Integra."

"By the gods, Mom! Stop it!" Desiderata begged, her face becoming redder than before. "This is exactly why I never had any friends who weren't succubi!"

"I call top bunk!" Helena exclaimed as she headed over to the bunk bed, stopping as a brown blur flew past her and landed on top of the bunk. Helena glared at the hawk as it screeched before transforming into Emily, a flame coming from her finger before extinguishing it as she said, "You are so lucky for The Elf-Dwarf Peace Treaty of The Ninety-eighth Harvest Moon, Elf."

"Okay, there's two cots for me and Tara to have separately." Desidrata said, "Helena and Emily have the bunk bed. Integra -"

"I'll sleep here, thank you." Integra said as she sat down in an arm chair.

"That means me and Lucy get the big bed!" Talrach exclaimed as she hugged Lucile from behind, her naked breasts pressing against her friend's arm. At seeing the funny looks on the other's face at her sudden nudity, Talrach tilted her head cutely as she said, "What? I sleep in the nude. Just ask Lucy."

"Y-yeah." Lucile said with a chuckle. In her mind she groaned, "The gods hate me. I know it."

"By the gods! Look at the size of those melons!" Helena gasped in awe.

"Wait, aren't you the same size as me in that regard?" Talrach asked in confusion.

Helena blushed before clearing her throat. "O-of course I am. I just... Never seen a tiefling with that size before."

"Really? Because my older sister is a DDDD Cup." Talrach commented.

"'Quadruple D'? There's no such size!" Tara argued.

"Ooh! Perhaps I can meet her? She, Ms. Integra, and I can -"

"GOODNIGHT, MOTHER!"

"Dare I ask why you're sleeping outside the tent?" Integra asked Clarisse, the woman in question laying on her back next to the fire with her head against a mossy rock.

"Would you if your tent mate smelled like **** rolled over and was a," Clarisse turned towards the tent and loudly shouted, "BED WETTER!"

"I'll get rid of the smell once I get access to rose puree, vinegar, and hot water." Collette called back. "And for the last time, I'm not a bed wetter!"

"Ladies! Please!" Integra groaned, "You two are forgetting the true enemy here! You both were humiliated by that 'Chosen One' and her friends, not each other! In fact, they humiliated all three of you."

"... I'll apologize if she does!" Collette called out.

"Fine!" Clarisse spat.

"Good." Integra said, shaking her head. "Now, what exactly are we going to do to get your brother back?"

"Yeah." Clarisse said, "How are we getting him back? There's no way he won't want **** on that succubus!"

"Ah, Cevin can track us down..."

Olga finished tying the five bandits together, all five girls naked as the half-orc tied their clothes to one of their horses. She turned to the women and slapped the horse's rump with a smirk, the horse rearing up with a whinny before racing off. The five naked bandits raced off after the beast, the naked half-orc laughing as they stumbled through several patches of poison ivy.

"Olga..." Tiffany growled, glaring up at the half-orc. "Olga, you're -"

"Olga quit!" Olga interrupted. "Now Tiffany give Mate Cevin Tiffany's clothes and give Olga Tiffany's horse!"

"W-what?!" Tiffany squeaked as she looked over to the naked Cevin, a look of anger coming to her face as she returned her gaze to Olga. "Why the hell should I give him my clothes?!"

"Tiffany threw Mate Cevin's clothes in fire." Olga growled. "Tiffany tell Olga why!"

"I won't do it!" Tiffany shouted defiantly... Until Olga grabbed a log and snapped it in half, causing her to gulp before chuckling sheepishly. "... So, sorry that you’ll only be getting skirt, a shirt, and a pair of boots, Cevin."

As Tiffany began to strip, Cevin turned to Olga in concern. "What about you? She burned your clothes too!"

"Olga not shamed by Olga's nudity." Olga replied, a small smile on her face. "Not after Mate Cevin ravage Olga."

"Disgusting!" Tiffany spat, now completely naked as she threw her clothes at Cevin. As Cevin began to get dressed in her clothes, Tiffany gestured down to her flat chest and shaved womanhood. "There! He has my clothes! What now?"

"Now, Olga and Mate Cevin leave and find Mate Cevin's sisters." Olga replied as she lifted her shorter lover up and placed him on the horse, the half-orc jumping on behind him as she grabbed the reigns and rode off into the night.

"Hey! What about me?!"

"Stop right there, criminal scum!"

"Oh crap..."

Back at the succubus/incubus camp, the party was fast asleep with the exception of Emily who was sitting on the top bunk staring down on the sleeping Integra across the tent.

"What are you hiding?" Emily whispered, a finger to her chin.