The next morning

Morgala stirred in her sleep as the sun peeked over the horizon. Her eyes blinked open and she stretched, exposing her breasts to the sun. She'd gotten pretty used to sleeping in the nude over the past few days. It turned out Thurkla was right; once you got used to it, it just felt wrong to do it any other way.

She looked over to the other ingredients of their sleep sandwich, smiling down at their sleeping forms like a proud mother. She stroked Thurkla's hair, lovingly gazing at her lover's face as drool fell from her open mouth. Despite herself, she found this adorable. Stretching her arms and cracking some life back into her joints, she took a big whiff of the summer air wafting over the field.

It smelled like cum.

Confused, Morgala looked over at Takoff and saw that she was in somewhat of a compromised position. Her hands were stuck to her crotch, slick and shiny with her fluids. Her legs were spread wide open, her pussy airing out in the rising sun, which in turn was drying the fluids on her body and on the ground. That was all well and good, Morgala had done as much since this journey began, but what concerned her was the object that was currently sitting in the puddle leaking from Takoff. Soaked in its owner's juices, the once-lovely ten-gallon hat smelled of sex, its brim drooping into the mud and its fabric darkening with the dampness. The elf cringed at the sight of it, both because of the smell and the thought of how Takoff would surely react to her last possession being thoroughly ruined.

As soon as the thought crossed her mind, Morgala saw the dwarf stir, bringing her cum-stained hand up to her face, her fingers just grazing her lips. Morgala thought she should wake her up and spare her that added smidgen of humiliation, but she second-guessed herself. Sure, Takoff had said that they should leave bright and early to make good time, but they both looked so cute sleeping together, Thurkla wrapping her arms and even one of her legs around the dwarf protectively. So enamored was she with them that Morgala just plonked her little tushy on the grass, careful to avoid Takoff's seed currently doing its best to fertilize the field, and watched the two of them sleep. She nearly fell asleep herself in the process, but fortunately (or unfortunately depending on your perspective) this didn't last long.

Thurkla raised her arms to stretch, flipping the exhausted Takoff over, her face landing in the dirt and her vagina placed perfectly on her hat. As the orc sat up, she looked longingly at her lover. "Hello, snuggle-bunny. Woke up early?"

Morgala just pointed to Takoff, who was currently mooning the sky. Thurkla has to stifle a giggle before she noticed the river of fluid stemming from her nethers. She slinked away from the small puddle gathered near the fire pit, careful to step away from it, being barefoot and all. "Did she..."

"I think so. I'm surprised we didn't hear it."

"Well, we were a little distracted." Both women blushed. The previous night was certainly their least active since they met, but that wasn't saying much. Evidently, they'd all had some fun the previous night in one way or another, though Takoff had definitely outpaced the two of them. "What should we do, though?"

Morgala sighed. "I guess there's nothing to it. She's going to be upset either way, but at least if we wake her up now she won't yell at us for wasting time."

Thurkla nodded, not eager to see their guide embarrassed but realizing she'd have to make a sacrifice. She leaned in close to Takoff's ear and whispered, "Takoff. Wake up, sleepyhead. It's time to go." Takoff snored in response, at least they thought so. It was hard to tell with her face pressing into the dirt. Thurkla tried lifting her head up and tickling her nose, but aside from some soft giggles, she didn't even stir.

"Poor thing," Morgala said. "She must be exhausted after last night."

"How do we wake her up?" Thurkla, as usual, deferred to Morgala as the problem-solver of their band of misfits.

Morgala thought for a moment until an idea struck. Kneeling down in the grass, careful not to touch the cum puddle, she raised her hand and delivered a hearty _smack_ to Takoff's exposed and meaty bottom. Instantly, the dwarf bolted up, her face and hair covered in dirt. She spit out a clod, looking around confused. "Wha- what just happened?!"

"Good morning," Thurkla said cheerfully. "We wanted to let you sleep, but we figured you'd want to get up and moving as early as possible."

Takoff looked around, slowly remembering where she was and what had happened. Her heart sank as she looked down and confirmed that she hadn't been dreaming; she was still naked. Except...

"Where's my hat?"

Both Morgala and Thurkla went silent, looking away tactfully. Takoff's eyes slowly drifted down to her crotch and she lifted up her legs to find her prized (and only) possession, smelly and filthy with her love juices.

All women stayed silent for a moment, each one afraid to break the tension. Takoff slowly pulled her hat up, holding the brim between two fingers, and let the fluids leak out onto the ground.

"I- I'm sorry," was all Morgala could say.

Takoff didn't say anything at first until her lips slowly curled upwards. Both Thurkla and Morgala took a step back, more than a little concerned. "It's fine, nothing to worry about." Takoff placed the garment on her head, the brim sagging in several places and the top drooping down over her face. The couple could swear they saw a little white line flow down the front of Takoff's face. "Now, then. What's say we head out, eh?"