You emerge from the ether feeling refreshed. It is nighttime and the forest around you is boreal and healthy looking. You are on a cobble road, your master and Orillia nearby. Orillia winks at you as Sera addresses her pet; “Be on your best behaviour Sifr, Greta never got along with my previous companion Maoki.” She states, then gestures for you to follow. Your party enters Goldshire, in the wee hours of the morning. “Portal closer next time Orillia.” Says Sera with a smile, Orillia giggles. Sera leaves to the blacksmith to find Greta while Orillia brings you into the Lions Pride Inn.
As you enter Orillia is waved down. “Oi, is that lil Orillia I spy thar?” calls out a dwarf. “Greta!” Orillia replies and bounces in place then rushes the dwarf to hug her. Greta is wearing overalls and grimy work cloths; you can tell she works in a forge. She is average Dwarven height and has curly fire red hair that is tied in a neat bun. She is has an extremely well-endowed chest struggles against the fabric containing it. Her skin is fair but spackled in freckles which also dot her round cheery face. By the way she hugs Orillia you can tell she is very strong.
“Where’s tall an purpely?” asks Greta. “She eez out at thee forge lookin for yoo.” Replies Orillia. “Ah see, an dis.” She pauses when she sees you. “This is, THAT dog is it? The one which…” Greta cannot finish her sentence but continues to observe you with great interest. “Oooh yes, he iz vary special, like I told you before we arrive.” Nods Orillia sagely. “Very well, keep him here then, I will go finish mah project at the smithy, then retire. Abby should arrive tomorrow morning.” Greta says. Orillia nods and motions you to follow her. It is well past bedtime when a slightly disgruntled Sera comes into the parties’ bedroom. “Ow iz Greta?” asks Orillia sweetly. “Fine, Sifr come, we are walking tonight.”
Orillia watches with mild bewilderment as you and Sera depart from the inn. You walk out of Goldshire a little ways then begin to swing around back towards the smithy. “Alright listen up mutt.” Growls Sera. “You and me, we have similar interests see? Here’s how it is, my companions and I, we have all always had a VERY close relationship understand?” Sera makes eye contact with you to emphasize her point. “But me, I’m getting tired of all the adventuring, I already have a couple nice big lodges, plenty of money. I am thinking of retiring soon.” Sera says, you are both close to the smithy now, and she ducks into a nearby shrub and lowers her voice. “And I want to bring my three friends with me… My race is, we are becoming more and more scarce, look.” She gets down to the point and draws you closer to her. “I want to make my three friends, Orillia, Greta and Abby my wives, impregnate them and go retire on a beach for a good half century with my new big rich family.” Sera sighs longingly at the thought. “Orillia will do whatever I want, Abby I have been working on for so long. I can handle her. Greta though, that fat dwarf bitch…” She cusses Greta lustfully and bites her lip.
“That dwarf bitch in there, has will stronger than the steel she’s banging on right now. She has never been into futas, or girls for that matter, but she always loved my pets. Her father is pressuring her to marry soon. Look, go in there, do your thing, I got her ready for you. A couple good wolf pregnancies will mellow her out enough to see my reasoning.” Sera commands. You can’t wait and do as you’re told. You head towards the smithy.
