Morgala's "Traveling Companion"

"Huh, you must be a light packer," Thurkla says as she hoists the elf's bag to the ground. It's making an odd rattling sound.

"Wait, what? N-no, I-I packed enough outfits to last my whole trip," Morgala says, her voice a mix of confusion and anxiety.

The elf picks up her bag, the one she remembered being very heavy when she dragged it out of the keep this morning. It's as light as a feather! Morgala nervously peaks inside and then gasps in shock.

"My suitcase is empty!" She shrieks. "M-my clothes! Where are my clothes!" She squeals as she suddenly feels much, much more ****.

Thurkla crouches down and inspects it, noticing the catch on the case is broken and will not stay closed.

"I... the... the bag wasn't secured. Th-the wind must have..." Thurkla stammers. She looks over at the flustered elf. The big green girl's eyes suddenly go wide in fear. "I-it's n-not my fault! Honest!"

The orc is a terrible liar. It most certainly broken open when she hurled it onto the stagecoach, but, the poor girl just can't take any more blame right now. Especially from someone who looks so, so angry.

Morgala grabs the big woman, completely forgetting about her towel, which unceremoniously falls to the ground, leaving her completely naked. "What am I going to do! I can't travel naked!"

Thurkla looks down at the elf and blushes violet. "Um... M-Morgala..."

The elf follows the orc's gaze down to her own body and then squeaks in embarrassment. "D-don't look!" She pleads as her face goes red and her hands shoot to cover her crotch and breasts.

The orc spins around. "S-sorry!"

Morgala frantically picks her towel back up and tries to wrap the too-small garment around her body. She pulls it closed, but her big bare butt sticks out of the back.

"Isn't... isn't there anything left? It can't be completely empty, can it?" The orc asks hopefully. She pulls the bag away from Morgala. "I mean, I heard something rattling around in there..."

"W-what?!" Morgala stammers, her face getting red again as she tries to keep herself covered while preventing Thurkla from looking inside the suitcase. "N-no th-that wont be necessary! I told you it's..."

Thurkla pulls the case open. It's entirely empty, except for...

"Oh! Oh wow!" Thurkla says in shock.

"NOOOOOO!" Morgala cries as she covers her face with her hands. "Nobody's supposed to see that..." She whimpers.

Sitting at the bottom of the suitcase is a large, highly polished, smooth, wooden dildo. Evidently it was the only thing heavy enough not to be blown away on the way here.

"Um, well..." The orc stammers as Morgala plops her bare booty down on the ground.

"I... I could just die!" The middle-aged elf wails from behind her hands.