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	Father and daughter both nearly fainted at Pobbletock’s words.  “A-a dozen tasks?” Fizzer returned incredulously.  “I… I had no idea!”

	Master Wentworth Pobbletock, naked as ever, waved both hands in the air dismissively.  “Oh goodness, don’t fret you two.  There isn’t a great deal of formality among them, and frankly you both have pretty much flown through trials three, four, and five without even realizing it.  Trial six will be next, whenever you two feel capable of undergoing it.”

	Fizzer and Alyseira exchanged glances at one-another.  Both gnomes were still completely naked and covered in various other gnomes’ cum and nectar stains, and neither were in any shape to do anything but clean up right then and there.  Still, both gnomes found themselves smiling at each other, and with a half-bodied hug, Aly piped up with, “Bring it, we’ve got this!”

	Pobbletock chuckled heartily.  “That’s the spirit!  But I think we’d best save the details for tomorrow, hmm?  You two look like you’ve been through the ringer!”

	“Fair point, Master Pobbletock,” Fizzer addressed him humbly.  “Would there perhaps be-”

	Wentworth held up a hand, while the other reached down into… parts unknown to produce a small golden key.  “Say no more!  This will get you into one of our accommodating rooms, complete with a full shower, bed, and kitchen.  You two will always be welcome back here for our meetings, and the room that key unlocks will be yours whenever you stay.  Enjoy, you two!”  At this, the excitable Master Gnomason turned away and padded off for the still-whirring T.O.T.E.M. II, clearly interested in what his daughter, Zinnia, was doing with it.

	Finally left to their own devices, both father and daughter clung to each other as they ascended the grand staircase together, each step leaving the slightest hint of stickiness behind on the frequently-cleaned carpet.  At its top, the halls stretched to either side and continued in a large ring of a balcony above the main common room.  Periodically along the walls opposite the balcony were a series of technologically-intricate, gold-plated doors with tiny keyholes at their centers, and each had a plate with a three-digit number atop them for identification.

	Room 069 wasn’t difficult to find -considering the other options were in the flavor of 80085, 5318008, and the infinity symbol with dots in the blank spaces- and the inserted key set off a series of clicks and whirrs, followed by the series of gold panels retracting like a camera shutter.  The pair of exhausted gnomes gratefully stepped into a dimly-lit room that grew brighter as the room’s sensors detected their presence.  At its center stood a [i]massive[/i], almost tauren-sized, four-poster bed with royal purple and gold curtains on all four sides.  The columns were made of a pristine, shiny silver metal that trailed down and over to a pair of built-in nightstands.  There were no windows in the room, but on the far wall was a long set of gnome-height countertops and a full-sized refrigerator with a built-in screen with apparent access to the gnomernet.  The fridge door also had a nook with a spout that produced water, while a table next to it contained several various large bottles and glasses.  Just above that nook was a sign with the elegantly etched words, “[i]Hydration is Key, Please Replenish[/i]”.

	To the right of the entryway were two sliding doors: One made of metal, and the other of transparent glass, the latter of which led into an enormous bathroom.  A large, double-vanity stood along the right wall, and just a few steps to the left, the floor sunk into a large pool with built in levels that could be used as either steps or seats.  The entirety of the sunken area could be filled like a bathtub, and a half dozen shower heads on the ceiling granted the space twice the utility for proper cleanliness.

	It took a few moments for all of this grandeur to sink in, but Fizzer and Aly were quickly drawn to the lavish bathroom.  A small sign on the wall explained that the entire room was voice-activated, and with only a few words, the shower heads sprung to life to rain down over the sunken bath.  The wonderfully warm rain was a great boon to the aging gnome’s nectar-covered body, and he gladly sunk himself onto one of the seats to bask in its life giving goodness.

	Aly had been in search of towels before she noticed the sign herself.  “Uhh… room?  Do you have towels?”  Immediately, a couple of hidden compartments in the walls shot open to reveal a small linen closet stuffed full of fresh towels.  “Ah!  Well thanks then!” she added before carefully stepping under the magnificent shower heads.  A happy sigh escaped her as she plopped herself atop the tiled seat a foot from her father, her back arching the dried cum on her body loosened and slid unpleasantly down the drain.

	Fizzer’s head lolled back to look up at the water raining over him.  A contented smile crossed his face, his thoughts a blur of post-climactic bliss, coupled with sheer physical exhaustion.  “Well, sweetie, did you ever imagine you’d be… well, here, doing this?”

	“Pssh, I had no idea anything like this ever existed until today,” she admitted, smiling as she looked up into the spray herself.  “This is… incredible.  The technology, the people, the set-up… it’s unreal!”  Her head turned slowly over to look at her father with a chipper smile.

	The elder gnome chuckled and turned to lock his gaze with hers, returning her smile.  “You know what I mean.”

	Aly’s cheeks flushed a bit beneath the warm water, but she seemed no less happy.  “Well… I don’t think I’d ever even seen anything like [i]this[/i] on the gnomernet, so… I couldn’t have imagined it.  Do I [i]like[/i] it?” she asked herself out loud, pausing for only a moment before answering, “I don’t think that’d be the right word.  I… I think I [i]love[/i] it, Daddy.”

	Fizzer’s faded pink eyebrow cocked upward.  “Oh?”

	Her cheeks were nearly beet red at this point, but she couldn’t look away from him.  “I mean, the only gnome I [i]really[/i] want is you, but I’m not gonna lie, Zinnia’s [i]crazy[/i] good, and all those guys were really, really nice to me.  And… not gonna lie, it felt [i]amazing[/i].  Like, almost as good as it felt when you first… well, you know.”

	Fizzer’s smile widened.  “I understand, sweetie.  I wish I could’ve seen it myself.  Next time, I wanna be front and center.”

	Aly beamed at her father, though one green eye caught just a glimpse of motion beyond her father’s head.  To her surprise, she realized his tool had twitched to life once more.  “I’ll make sure you are, Daddy,” she assured him, quietly choosing not to draw attention to his erection.  “You really shoulda seen it.  There were so many guys around that I could hardly move.  I felt so… full!  I had a guy in pretty much every, uh… y’know, hole.”

	“Did you now?” the elder gnome prodded.  “I suppose I had my hands quite full as well, among other things.  I barely had the agency to breathe.”

	This piqued Aly’s interest as well, and gently she lifted her squishy bottom off the seat and scooted a bit closer to her father.  “Yeah?  Well, [i]I[/i] had some of the biggest cocks I’ve ever seen inside every… single… hole,” she purred seductively, her gaze much more firmly drawn to her father’s thick, growing manhood.

	Fizzer sucked in a soft inhale, though it was barely audible above the shower’s warm rain.  The second he lost eye contact with his daughter, the graying gnome’s gaze found itself latched fiercely upon her heavy-looking, soaked breasts.  “Mmh, well [i]I[/i] had some of the biggest tits imaginable right in my face, [i]and[/i] some very tight lips around my dick,” he cocked back with a grin.

	“Mmmyeah?” she purred and scooted even closer, feeling more than just shower water slick her inner thighs.  “Bigger than your baby girl’s own tits?”  Alyseira happily puffed her chest out before her father, hovering her water-soaked breasts dangerously close to where he sat.

	“I never said [i]bigger[/i],” he returned, utterly transfixed by his own daughter’s massive mammaries.

	“Hmmmm, I’m not so sure.  I think that requires a field test for results.”  Aly was all smiles as she seductively lifted one leg into the air and slid it over her father’s lap to straddle him beneath the warm rain.  His thick cock flattened itself beneath her bare nethers as she tenderly bore down atop him, while her heavy tits were slowly eased into her father’s bearded face.

	Fizzer’s eyes widened the closer his daughter’s breasts drew, until all he could see was her soft, flawless titflesh.  Both of his hairy arms stretched far to wrap her in a firm embrace, burying himself as far between her tits as he possibly could.  A long, drawn-out groan was promptly muffled by her wonderfully soft titflesh, but he could only hold himself there for a few short moments as water quickly pooled around his large nose.  His head jerked back quickly with a husky gasp, trying hard not to drown himself in delight and water alike.  “Hmmm…” he murmured, then without warning his small body pushed upward beneath her and to the side, suddenly flipping the two of them to squish Aly’s bottom into the seat, while Fizzer came out atop her, grinning coyly.  “I think it’s time for [i]your[/i] field test, baby girl.”

	Aly squeaked in surprise as her father flipped her, but all it took was his touch for her to succumb to his request.  Her legs relaxed as her thighs spread themselves, while her hands began to slowly run through her father’s graying hair.  “Oh?  W-what did you have in mind, daddy?” she purred and arched her back to press her chest back against his waiting face.

	Indeed, it was much easier for Fizzer to happily smother himself in her breasts from their new pose.  The water could pool, and he could easily draw back whenever he desired.  His ice blue eyes looked deeply into hers as his lips latched onto his daughter’s left nipple, suckling deeply as both of his hands tenderly traced down the delicious curves of her short stature.

	The pink-haired gnome let out an untethered, echoing moan into the shower spray as she gave herself to her father’s touch, her hands reaching out to begin running through his shock of faded hair as she did what she could to push her naked body into his.  Every tender touch sent tingles of delight through her heated body, but it wasn’t until she felt his hands latch onto her hips that she physically twitched.  “Daddy…” she moaned seductively, powerless to return the favors with his eager suckling pinning her to the back of her tiled seat.

	Fizzer slowly pried his lips from her nipple to smile warmly at his daughter, while his skilled fingertips slipped between her thick thighs to hold them apart, allowing him to gaze without hindrance upon her naked quim.  His face moved slowly down her body until his nose was buried in her tangle of pink curls, his tongue flicking out to graze her naked nether lips from clit to labia and back again.

	Aly smiled lovingly back at her father, though she could only hold the smile for so long as she succumbed to the tender pleasure, her body weakened from the intense exhaustion not long ago.  Truly, all Aly could manage to do was sink down into her seat and melt into a puddle of delight as her father indulged himself between her legs.

	The elder gnome knew well enough that Aly wasn’t going to be nearly as responsive as before, but it hardly stopped him from his tender feasting.  His lips and tongue delicately caressed her soft petals as the minutes passed by, until finally the strike of a clock somewhere in the room notified them that midnight had struck.  Fizzer was all smiles as he called for the spraying water to cease, and with delicate ease he pulled the naked Aly into his arms to carry her out of the bath and bathroom.

	Aly’s eyes were only half open as she looked lovingly up at her strong father.  Her chubby form happily curled against his body as she curled her arms around his neck in a weak embrace.  Moments later, the plush fabric of the magnificent bed met her bare backside, and her father wasted no time in climbing into the bed right with her, the two of them quickly falling asleep in their exhaustion.

<2>

	In their underground room, it would’ve been impossible to tell when the morning came until the specially-designed clocks woke them from their slumber.  Father and daughter had been cuddled tight to each other throughout the night, their naked bodies happily intertwined with one another.  After a brief exchange of deep kisses and tender fondling, the gnome couple hopped out of bed, dressed themselves, filled their bellies with a quick breakfast, and headed out into the common room of the aptly-named Bunker of Busts, Butts, and Boning.

	As early as they rose, it was apparent that a number of the gnomes left in the common area had been up all night.  Roughly a half dozen naked gnomes were still going at one another, while another half dozen had passed out in the nude upon various sofas and matted patches of carpet.  The T.O.T.E.M. II had thankfully survived the night without breaking, however all of its gadgets were coated with various dried nectars, and strapped in its seat remained none other than Zinnia Pobbletock.  Her body was quaking wildly as the couple descended the grand staircase, and to her good fortune, her latest climax took little time for her to recover.  A push of a button caused her restraints to retract, and the raven-haired gnome quickly hopped off the machine to greet the couple.  “Welcome back, you two!  Have a good sleep?”

	“It was lovely,” Aly assured her and squeezed her father’s weathered hand softly.  “Thank you so much for everything.  This place is amazing.”

	“Isn’t it?” Zinnia returned, her cheeks flushing more than they already had.  “This was daddy’s first project ever, and he’s been improving on it ever since he became part of the Gnomasons.  Was your room accommodating enough?”

	“More than enough,” Fizzer added with a cheerful smile.  “We’re rested, ready, and raring to go for our next trial!”

	“Excellent!  Please, come with me.”  Zinnia didn’t skip a beat as she began a swift stride to the Eastern side of the grand staircase, her backside wobbling hypnotically with each step.  Fizzer and Aly were quick to follow as she led them to a hidden door beneath the steps which required a retinal scan from Zinnia herself to enter.  Quite comfortable in her own skin, the naked Zinnia waved for the couple to follow her down a short, dimly lit stairwell and into the… least grandiose room of the complex yet.  Shiny metal walls were well lit by strange-looking, white lights in the shape of strips, while a series of short tables were scattered about with various design plans atop them.  The room seemed mostly utilitarian for an inventing gnome.  “Please try not to linger on the designs,” Zinnia asked.  “Daddy’s not [i]protective[/i] of them, really, but he doesn’t like anyone seeing our stuff until we’re finished.”  At the far end of the room was a much larger steel desk, and behind it sat the High Gnomason garbed in a mechanic’s overalls, tinkering with a complicated-looking device on his desk.  “Morning, Daddy!” Zinnia greeted him as she happily hopped over to him.

	Master Pobbletock’s furrowed brow relaxed as he noticed his daughter approach, the two of them exchanging a long, succulent kiss as they greeted one another, coupled with a few absent gropes and fondles in various sensitive areas.  As their lips parted, the High Gnomason bowed his head and smiled at Fizzer and Alyseira.  “Good morning indeed!  Good to see you two excited to continue!”

	“Oh we’re more than excited,” Aly assured him as she confidently planted her hands on her wide hips.  “Whatever you got in store, we’re ready to meet it head-on.  This has been nothing but a blast from the very start.”

	Pobbletock let out a hearty laugh at this.  “I like that spunk!  And a little normal spunk is alright from time to time,” he quipped as he hopped out of his chair and padded toward the two of them.  “Your next trial involves another one of our time-honored traditions that will also gear you two up for your future duties.  You see, we Gnomasons tend to keep to the shadows for the most part on Azeroth, but we do cater to a specific… clientele as well.  Gnomish gadgets are used far and wide, but, admittedly, no gadget is ever truly engineered to perfection.  Things wear, things age, things break, and thus, things need fixing!”  The eager gnome slammed his fist down on a button atop his desk, and two sliding doors shot open in front of the desk itself to reveal a pair of customized, perfectly-tailored uniforms.  Royal purple shirts were covered by gold-trimmed overalls with matching boots and gloves to boot, while a pair of gold-and-purple baseball caps emblazoned with the symbol of the Gnomasons hung next to them.  “These garments, you would be pleased to know, Fizzer, were woven of your very own patented fabric, and enchanted by some of our finest spellcrafters!  These babies are state of the art, flame retardant, greaseproof, and entirely nonconductive, and you two are gonna be the first ones to give them a trial run!”

	Father and daughter went wide-eyed in awe at the uniforms, the both of them lurching forward to scoop up their respective garments and turn them over in their hands.  “Wow…” Aly marveled.  “I don’t think I even need a bra in these things!”

	“You’d better not, or we’ve failed as a society!” Pobbletock added with a chuckle.  “So, to be a bit clearer, our members tend to cycle through repair duties every so often.  We have a particular set of clients who know to call on us when our services are required, and as such we’ll be sending you out to some of our… toughest clients to see how you two handle things.”

	Aly had already nonchalantly disrobed herself at this point, and she was in the process of suiting herself up when Fizzer decided to probe a bit further.  “Not a problem, sir.  But, uh… what kind of clients are we talking about here?  Mechagnomes?”

	Master Pobbletock simply smiled.  “I’m afraid that is all the information I can brief you two on.  It wouldn’t be a trial if you knew [i]everything[/i], right?  You’ll each be provided with a toolbox with all the tools you’ll need to make the required repairs.  The rest, well, you’ll just have to find out for yourselves!”

	Fizzer looked over to Aly nervously, but Aly was far too engrossed in her well-tailored outfit to notice.  Sure, most of her clothes were made by her father anyway, but this was perhaps the first garment she’d ever found that fit her that he [i]hadn’t[/i] made.  “We’re on the job!” she returned confidently and saluted the High Gnomason, fully dressed in her new worker’s uniform.

	“Very good!”  From within a secret drawer of his desk, Pobbletock produced a small black box with a little screen on it.  “When you press the red button, that box will light up and point you where you need to go, like a compass.  Follow where it leads, and fix whatever our clients need fixing.  Off you go!”

<3>

	Soon enough, father and daughter were suited up, and together they quietly slipped back through the bunker and took the elevator topside.  It was nearly ten by the time the bright snows of Winterspring met their eyes, and a short trek brought them to Everlook and to the resident flight master.  A push of a button sent the strange box beeping, and a blinking arrow on the screen pointed them simply Southward.

	The couple could only guess how far South the machine wanted them to go.  A flight to Forest Song still pointed them further South.  A jump to Ratchet pointed them Northeastward instead… into Horde territory.  When the beeping finally started to grow louder and faster, the gnome couple found themselves trekking through the dusty landscape of Durotar under the high noon sun.

	Aly was already tugging on the neck of her shirt in a vain attempt to cool off.  “Wow… I can’t believe they sent us all the way out here.  What if we get attacked?”

	Fizzer, likewise, flirted with taking off his hat, but the fear of sunburning his poor, thin-haired head kept it on.  “Easy.  We show them our hats,” he assured her confidently.  “The Gnomasons are gnomes, sure, but they exist to create progress for all, not just the Alliance.  They refuse to interfere with the faction wars, so they keep their business strictly for improving the lives of common people.”

	The pink-pigtailed gnome huffed and wiped her forehead in frustration.  “I don’t have anything against the Horde myself, but geez… they coulda sent us somewhere cooler.”

	Their beeping box soon took them off the beaten path and into the desolate flatlands far South of Orgrimmar.  When the beeping finally turned into a single note, the gnomes found themselves standing in front of a single, sizable hut built of logs with a straw roof and a wood-plank door.  Father and daughter exchanged glances for a brief moment before Fizzer dared to reach up and give the door three sharp raps.

	Silence ensued for a few moments, then from inside the house came a muffled, albeit quite loud shouting in rough, yet understandable, common tongue.  “I TOLD YOU THEY WOULD BE HERE TODAY!  YOU’RE NOT EVEN HALF READY!”  The door suddenly swung wide open to reveal a stern-faced, female orc… who immediately softened her features to smile at the gnomes.  “Ah!  Greetings, short ones!  We’ve been expecting you!  Or at least [i]I[/i] HAVE!”  The last bit was shouted back into the house, causing both Fizzer and Aly to straighten up a bit before the light green-skinned orc addressed them kindly once more.  “I am Lorkana.  Forgive me.  My husband, Vrok, has been a bit agitated of late.  We have both been in need of a break.”

	“Oh I know that feeling,” Fizzer quipped with a chuckle, prompting Aly to give him a playful nudge with her elbow.  “We were told you guys needed some repairs, yes?”

	Lorkana’s ice blue eyes appeared to flicker for a quiet moment in response.  “We most certainly do.”  The tall orc stepped to one side to allow the gnomes entry before closing the door behind them.  Only a cross-shaped harness squished her assets in place, and a thin loincloth granted her lower half some meager modesty.  She hardly needed to be modest, however.  Powerful, well-honed muscles showed nicely over her arms and legs, though her once-muscular abdomen had apparently softened just a bit with age.  Perhaps most notably, her head was devoid of hair, granting her the appearance of a fierce-looking, amazon-like warrior woman.  “Fizzer and Alyseira, yes?  We were told to expect you two.  My husband is in the back.  But for now, Fizzer, we have a broken… err, I couldn’t tell you what it’s called,” she admitted sheepishly.  “It’s just through that door to the right.”

	The hut was far larger on the inside than it had initially looked.  The common room was comfortably covered with cushions, and the log-formed walls had just enough space between them for a comfortable draft to flood the room.  A doorway into the back of the hut was yet closed, but the other door she’d gestured toward likely led to the bathroom.  “I’m on it, ma’am!” Fizzer replied dutifully, and off he padded through the door and out of sight.

	No sooner was he out of earshot did Lorkana turn her piercing gaze toward Aly.  “Now then, what do we do with a second mechanic, hmm?  I believe only one pair of hands should suffice in the repairs.  Perhaps I could offer you a drink?”

	“That would be lovely,” Aly admitted with a polite smile.  “This is our only job for the day, as far as we’re aware.”

	Lorkana nodded and drew a small bottle out of an icebox and poured its purple-hued contents into a glass to offer the gnome.  “Sounds like you have a good boss,” she remarked with a chuckle.  “But I doubt you’d wanna keep working once you’ve finished up here.”

	“What do you mean?” the pink-haired gnome asked as she took a sip of the liquid, finding it to have a delicious grape flavor to it.  It only took a few moments for her to gulp down the rest of it.

	“Well, you’ve got a lot of work to do,” Lorkana returned ominously.  “Just because you’re not tinkering this second, doesn’t mean you’re not gonna get worked.”

	Aly felt a slow, nervous chill creep its way up her spine as she craned her head to look up at the towering orcess.  From down below, her chest alone looked like it could’ve sheltered the pink-haired gnome in the middle of the desert.  Her bright green eyes were easily able to look up beneath Lorkana’s loincloth -the orc was standing altogether too close, really- making it immediately clear that the fabric was just draped to her front and back, not beneath.  Where a tangle of dark curls had once been, bare nether lips were instead, almost as if they were staring back at the hotly-blushing Aly the longer she helplessly stared at them.  It almost looked like they might’ve even been… dripping?  “Uh… w-well, the Gnomasons never back down from a task, ma’am!  Is there something I could, uh… maybe t-tune up?”

	A small, coy grin crossed the orcess’ face, the gesture showing the two small tusks at the corners of her mouth.  “I think I have something in mind.”

* * * * *

	The closed door was surprisingly soundproof as it slid shut behind Fizzer.  Indeed, it had apparently been modified by the Gnomasons as well, as a series of wires stretched from it to a small battery low to the ground.  A quick check proved that it was in working order, so Fizzer went about inspecting the washbasin, shower, and even the weight scale all in turn, and all appeared to work.

	That left one last thing, and the gnome absolutely dreaded the thought of having to touch it.

	Many primitive homes in Azeroth had accompanying outhouses separate from the home.  The Gnomasons, however, had developed individual, indoor plumbing, allowing for a small metal seat with a hole in it to remain odorless as it deposited waste into parts unknown.  Lo and behold, depressing the flushing lever didn’t activate the mechanism, and with a frustrated groan, Fizzer began the tedious task of disassembling the invention piece by piece.

<4>

	Aly found herself trembling helplessly as the orcess reached down for her.  Paralyzed by more shock than fear, the chubby gnome was hefted off the ground by her collar without so much as a grunt from Lorkana and held up to eye level.  “Hmmm… yes, I think you will do nicely,” Lorkana rumbled, her tongue flicking out to make quite the show of licking her plush-looking lips.

	For a fleeting moment, Aly grew quite fearful that the orc was about to eat her.  Had the Gnomasons betrayed them?  Would this be the end of Fizzer and Alyseira as they knew it?  Such thoughts were suddenly shaken from her mind, however, as Lorkana gruffly laid her down atop a low-seated coffee table at the center of the common room.  The orc’s free hand shot forth to pin Aly to the table by her head, then with a soft grunt, the hand at her collar yanked upwards fiercely.  The fabric of the well-tailored uniform pulled free with barely any resistance at all, leaving Aly’s entire front completely naked in the blink of an eye.  The small gnome’s cheeks flushed hot as Lorkana drew her pinning hand away, and finally Aly dared to lift a finger and speak.  “Uh… what exactly did I need to repair again?” Aly asked with a nervous chuckle.  It seemed as if the recent experiences with her fellow gnomes had numbed her senses to the removal of her clothing.

	In an instant, Lorkana was upon her, the orc nimbly straddling the table to hover her exposed, dripping nethers above Alyseira.  A husky chuckle escaped her as she lowered herself slowly over Aly’s face until her smooth, naked nether lips ever so tenderly kissed the helpless Aly.  “Something’s leaking.  Might get messier before it gets better,” Lorkana finally replied, right before dropping her hips a bit further and seating herself neatly atop the pink-haired gnome’s face.

	All Aly could see was soft green skin, her lips parting to make way for the softness that bore down upon her.  The crisp tang of feminine nectar met her tongue, and the overwhelming, surprisingly pleasant, earthy scent of the orcess sent a delightful quiver throughout her body.  Kissing Zinnia had been one thrill the night before, but this was on an entirely different level.  Aly was certain if she’d put up a fuss that Lorkana would release her -as strong as she was, Aly didn’t get the impression that the orc was being [i]forceful[/i], just direct- but the small gnome couldn’t deny the… intrigue and appeal of her new circumstances.  As these thoughts flitted through her mind, Aly’s lips reflexively pressed upward to return the orc’s ‘kiss’, and before she could think, her tongue flicked out to part those succulent nether lips.

	Lorkana grinned in delight as she felt Aly begin her work, and the well-toned female let out a soft gasp, and warm pleasure began to wash over her.  “Gentler,” she rumbled barely louder than a whisper, her hips shifting to press herself even tighter against Aly’s soft lips.  Her gaze fixed itself upon Alyseira’s voluminous, pink hair, and beyond it she was just barely able to catch a glimpse of her green eyes past the edge of the orc’s belly.  Her tone was not angry or impatient, rather the orcess came off as surprisingly instructive and gentle.

	Despite her unusual predicament, Aly found herself more than compliant to the orc’s request, instead letting her tongue drift more gingerly over her soft, smooth petals.  The muscular orc had a mildly earthy taste, but all in all it was quite pleasant to lick and kiss.  And indeed, it wasn’t long until Lorkana’s sweet nectar began to flow, and the pink-haired gnome proved even more eager than before to lap every last drop up.

	“Mmmmmmph,” she rumbled huskily, her upper body beginning to shiver softly.  Her powerful muscles flexed as she began to skillfully rock her hips back and forth atop Aly, firmly dragging her nether lips back and forth over the gnome’s waiting lips and tongue.  One of her green-skinned hands began to slowly run through Aly’s soft hair and down to her half-buried cheek, while the other slid backwards with relative ease to trace along the gnome’s bare thigh and leg.  As small as Aly was, it was difficult for her to reach much of anything, but Lorkana had done this enough to know her plan of attack well.

	Aly’s hungry licking and suckling began to prompt soft, squeaking moans from the trapped gnome.  Truthfully this hardly felt like much of a trap anymore as she found herself free to explore the new body atop her.  Her hands hesitantly began to reach out to either side beneath the orc and touch the back of her thighs, and in turn another quiver shot through the gruff Lorkana.  A devious grin, albeit smothered by Lorkana’s dripping nethers, crossed Aly’s face.  Her small hands slowly worked their way upward, until finally she was able to take two rather miniscule handfuls of the orc’s surprisingly soft rump.

	Lorkana’s legs began to shake the more Aly delved into her depths.  The orcess’ backside shifted just a bit, seating herself tenderly upon the gnome’s impressively large breasts to keep from collapsing too quickly.  “Not… bad…!” she rumbled, her legs quivering more and more the longer Aly carried on.

	The pink-haired gnome steadily attuned herself to the orc’s beautiful body, her hands beginning to squeeze and pry her cheeks apart as she hungrily devoured her increasingly wet quim.  Each quiver told her a bit more about Lorkana and what she liked, and soon enough she could feel her tension building past the point of no return, she was certain.

	All at once, Lorkana slid her eyes shut and opened her mouth to let out a husky, shaky moan, followed by a series of full-body quivers as a powerful climax shot through her body.  In a burst of sweet nectar, Aly’s face was suddenly drenched, and Lorkana struggled to tense her arms enough to keep her aloft as she leaned backwards atop the gnome.

	Aly let out a gasp of surprise right before her face was soaked, her lips pressing tight to Lorkana’s nethers to catch as much of her sweetness as she could manage.  Every subsequent suckle sent much sharper shivers through the orc, and finally Lorkana had to ease herself backwards completely off of Aly to get her to stop.  Her mouth hung open, wordless, unable to communicate as she laid atop the table, her breasts heaving with every breath… prime for Aly’s chance to strike back.  The pink-haired gnome grinned as she wiggled the lower half of her body out from beneath the orc’s butt, save for her right leg, and swung her left leg up along the orc’s pubic region and abdomen.  With a thrust of her hips, Aly mashed her own bare nethers tight to Lorkana’s, grinding her hips firmly against hers in a circular, rhythmic motion.

	The intense grinding caused Lorkana to sharply twitch and writhe, riding out the last few waves of her particularly intense climax.  As she steadily regained her senses, however, the powerful orcess reached out to Aly and grabbed her by the ankle mid-grind.  Her piercing blue eyes met Aly’s fiercely as she yanked the gnome upward like she weighed nothing at all, hanging her upside down.  “My turn,” was all she rumbled before taking up Aly’s free leg in her other hand, keeping her legs spread as the gnome was lowered, bringing her nether lips to Lorkana’s mouth.  The orcess let out a primal-sounding moan as her lips clamped down [i]hard[/i] onto Aly’s naked quim mere moments before her tongue plunged surprisingly deep between her legs.

	Aly started to let out a loud cry of pleasure, but had to clap a hand over her own mouth, not wanting to alert her father or disturb Lorkana’s husband.  The gnome’s cheeks began to turn beet red as the blood rushed to her head, helplessly hanging upside down as Lorkana devoured her nether lips with a ferocity unlike anything she’d experienced before.  Within moments her head felt lighter, and the pleasure that Lorkana rocketed through her body caused the small, curvaceous gnome to begin to spasm uncontrollably.  Her upside down pose caused her heavy bust to swing dangerously close to her face, but such thoughts were far from her mind as white-hot ecstasy hit her like the Deeprun Tram.  Another muffled cry leapt from her lips, and Lorkana’s mouth was suddenly flooded with Aly’s sweet nectar, which the orcess eagerly devoured.

	Lorkana chuckled softly as her lips lingered upon Aly’s quivering quim for several long moments, but the last thing she wanted was for Aly to pass out from pleasure and too much blood to her head.  “Not bad, little one.  I foresee a glowing recommendation for your efforts,” the orc purred, laying her bottomless body alongside Aly’s to run a surprisingly gentle hand over the gnome’s soft belly.

	Aly’s vision was twirling as she was laid down, her body still quaking and spasming in utter delight.  Even more nectar dampened her thighs as her last few spasms subsided, and her vision returned just as Lorkana looked back down into her eyes, her gaze much gentler than before.  Aly said nothing as she tipped her head upward to kiss the orcess weakly, one hand reaching up to tenderly cup her cheek in the process.

	Lorkana returned her kiss just as tenderly, her own hand reaching up to squeeze the gnome’s quietly.  As their kiss broke, the sound of mechanical whirring, followed by draining water, rang out from the bathroom.  “It would appear your father’s work is half-finished,” she rumbled with a smile.  “Can you walk?”

	Aly’s legs shook just a little as she moved, but ultimately she nodded.  “Y-yeah…?”

	“Good,” the orc returned and gently scooped Aly up to stand her on her feet.  “Vrok is waiting for you.  Go to him.”  Her words were accompanied by a swift spank of Aly’s naked backside.

	Alyseira squeaked in surprise at the spank, but nonetheless began to trot toward the back room door.  Her mind was still reeling from her climax, but through the fog of pleasure she began to realize that said ‘fixing’ had a much different definition than the pair had been expecting.  Still, she couldn’t deny the mindblowing orgasm that the gruffly gentle orcess had just given her, and indeed she found herself all the more eager and curious to see what Vrok had in store for her as she slipped into the room.

<5>

	Fizzer puffed out his chest proudly as he watched the machine flush water without fail.  A stray spring had dislodged itself and prevented the flush lever from functioning, and all in all it proved to be an easy fix for the seasoned tinkerer.  Not even a whisper of what Aly had been up to had reached Fizzer’s ear in the bathroom (though, surprisingly, he was pretty easy to hear from the other side) and as oblivious as ever, Fizzer swung the door open and padded into the common room.  “Well, everything should be in working order now!  What’s ne-”

	Aly had disappeared before Fizzer had walked in, and all that stood before him was a determined-looking Lorkana, her fists on her hips and, perhaps most notably, bottomless.  “Alright, short one.  I got a leak that only got worse when your girl started messing with it.  I expect it to be [i]fixed[/i] before you two leave!  Are we clear!?” she barked.

	The gears in Fizzer’s mind whirled rapidly as he worked to realize that this was part of their task as well, he had no doubt.  Normally he wouldn’t have even fathomed jumping into bed with a client that needed repairs, but considering Aly was nowhere to be seen, he had to figure she’d moved on to another part of the house.  “Ma’am, you [i]sure[/i] you wish to release-”

	Before he could finish, Lorkana shot down, latched onto Fizzer’s arm, and gruffly flung him onto the table, much like she had Aly.  A fierce growl escaped through gritted teeth as she repeated her motions from before, ripping the clothes from Fizzer’s body until he laid nude before her.  “Are, we, CLEAR!?” she roared, her naked legs shifting to kneel on either side of his hips, hovering her bare, clearly-dripping quim over his quickly-growing erection.

	The elder gnome had [i]not[/i] expected such ferocity.  His eyes went wide with shock as he stared up at her, and the boldness he’d had moments before fled from his exposed form.  Truthfully, Fizzer had always been a fairly gentle soul, though flashes of his time in combat as a warrior flooded back to him at that moment.  There was no fear, no… only thrilled excitement, as if he were charging into battle once more, this time with a very different opponent and an exceptionally different goal in mind.  A menacing grin crossed the small gnome’s face instead.  “Clear!” he chirped, both hands shooting up to grasp her toned thighs and sharply pull her down toward him.

	Lorkana cried out in surprise at the gnome’s sudden determination, and she quickly learned that Fizzer was perhaps a bit stronger than he looked.  His pull easily brought her down atop him, though the sudden lurch pushed his gifted tool flat to his belly, while her spread nether lips ground down long-ways atop his shaft.  The powerful orcess was already well-primed by Alyseira, and with a determined grunt of her own she shoved her hips forward, lining the gnome’s cockhead up with her swollen nether lips.  “Good!  You’ve got some fight in you, soldier!”

	Fizzer’s arms flexed with surprising strength as he reached even higher.  He couldn’t exactly reach much, but the bottommost portion of Lorkana’s harness was just within his grasp, and he did not waste his opportunity to grab hold of the leather straps and jerk downward fiercely.  “You judge me… by my size!?” he cried back as Lorkana’s upper body flexed against his pull, and with a fierce grunt the gnome brought her harness downward with the orc in tow, pulling her upper body almost horizontal above him.  The jerk had additionally brought her X-shaped harness downward, prompting her massive breasts to bounce free from their meager confines… and also sent the both of them crashing down hard upon Fizzer’s face.

	Despite Fizzer’s bluster, the poor gnome saw stars as both of the orc’s heavy cannons caught him in the jaw.  Soft, light green skin filled his sight, while her earthy, delightful scent flooded his nose.  His hands kept a tight grip on her harness, though with its slip, the garment had little more leverage left upon Lorkana’s toned body.  All he could do was lay there for a moment as he felt her hips skillfully roll backwards, then slide as his thickness began to spread her wonderfully tight folds.  For as small as Fizzer was, he was fortunate to have at least enough endowment on par with an orchood on the smaller end of the spectrum.

	Lorkana let out another of her trademark husky gasps as she felt the gnome’s cock slowly enter her.  Anatomical size was the last thing on her mind, finding herself quite pleased with his modest endowment as she buried him deep within her folds.  Her upper body drew back to allow him a moment to breathe, her gaze meeting his as she grinned deviously down at him.  “Mmh, what, too much for you to handle?”

	Fizzer shook his head immediately, groaning as his cock was properly enveloped in sheer, heavenly folds.  His gaze drifted from her eyes down to her heavy-looking breasts, his hands reaching up to take hold of them and fiercely pull them back to his head.  “Try me!”

	And without further warning, Lorkana’s hips shifted upward just a few inches, then dropped hard down on the gnome’s hips, grinding herself upon him in the process.  A second drop, then a third soon followed, turning into a series of rhythmic, fierce bounces as she rode the helpless gnome beneath her, prompting some of her own moans to fill the room in lustful pleasure.

	Her downward weight was definitely not the most comfortable for the small Fizzer, but the pleasure of her tight-squeezing folds far outweighed the discomfort of her ferocity.  Even with his arms stretched wide, the aged warrior could barely keep hold of her heavy breasts as she bounced atop him, but it didn’t stop him from shoving his face into her right breast and latching onto her nipple.  His lips pulled and tugged sharply, and, to his surprise, warm, creamy milk began to flow into his mouth.

	The unexpected tug on her nipple sent a powerful shock of pleasure through Lorkana, and his suckling brought forth a much louder, mewling moan of delight.  Her mouth fell open with her husky breathing as she continued to bounce atop him, each plunge bringing more and more of that delicious pleasure from head to nethers and back again.  She could hardly see Fizzer’s faded pink hair with her breasts shoved in his face, but another drop of her upper body was plenty of encouragement for the gnome to continue his hungry work.

	Fizzer was putting his entire body into his work as Lorkana bounced atop him, even going as far as to thrust his hips upward beneath her in almost perfect rhythm with her bounces.  The creamy milk that flooded his mouth had its own earthy taste to match her delightful scent, and the pinned gnome simply couldn’t help but devour as much of it as he could possibly draw from her as he ravished her from below.  His arms squeezed tight around her breasts in a death grip to keep her as close as possible, carrying this on for several long minutes as he felt his own pleasure begin to build rapidly at his core.  Her domineering capabilities had sent a strange thrill through the aged gnome -he’d never even dreamed of mating with someone so much bigger than him before- and something about the magnitude of her delightful assets simply made him think of Aly all over again.

	The difference between Fizzer and Vrok was almost like night and day, but Lorkana was no less enthralled with each drop of her hips and each suckle upon either of her nipples.  Louder and louder moans left her the longer she bounced, and without warning she suddenly bore down [i]hard[/i] onto Fizzer’s lap.  Her nether lips squeezed tight to his cock as a guttural groan leapt from her lips, suddenly drenching his lap with her nectar as his upper body fell even harder atop him, twitching every time he licked and suckled.  In her climactic haze, she was finally at his mercy for once.

	And the eager Fizzer wasn’t about to waste his chance.

	The pinned gnome suddenly let out a sharp grunt, and with every ounce of his strength he shifted his momentum to one side and jerked Lorkana to the other.  The climaxing, quivering orcess shrieked in shock as her weight was suddenly tossed to one side, sending both gnome and orc tumbling off the table and onto the wonderfully soft rug beneath it.  Fizzer let out a half-cry, half-pleasure-groan in victory as he ended up atop the near-naked orc.  His lips popped over her milk-dribbled nipple once more as he began to vigorously pump himself in and out of her, while both hands shot right back up to squeeze and knead her spread tits.

	Lorkana moaned all the more as he thrusted into her oversensitive quim, but due to his small size and her sapped energy, she was able to happily indulge him without her oversensitivity turning into pain.  Her weakened arms reached out to grasp at the small gnome as he took her, fingers running through his hair and down his naked back as he worked his magic.

	Of course, Fizzer had already been nearing the brink even before the change in position, and the added chance to go at his own pace was all he needed.  The gnome’s eyes screwed shut as he fought back that tight, pleasurable pressure for just a few moments more.  Then, with little more than a groan as warning, Fizzer jerked his cock clean out of Lorkana and smacked it hard against her belly, just before a powerful rope of thick, sticky cum shot across her light green skin.

	Lorkana gasped in delight as she watched the gnome quake between her legs and blow his load over her belly.  Burst after burst left pale white streaks across her soft skin, and when Fizzer was finally spent, the gnome helplessly sagged and nearly collapsed, had Lorkana not propped him up between her toned thighs.  “Shhhhh,” she murmured as she ran her fingers through his hair, tenderly picking him up and holding him to her bosom like she might a child.  “Well done, Fizzer.  You and your daughter have a bright future with the Gnomasons.”

<6>

	The room was dark as Aly quietly closed the door behind her.  Once again, nervous excitement flooded her as she stepped into the unknown, naked with her thighs slicked by her own nectar.  “Um… Mr. Vrok, sir?” she squeaked softly.  “Y-your wife sent me in.  What needs fixing?”

	A deep rumble seemed to come from the darkest corner of the room.  “Come,” the masculine, gruff voice echoed.

	Aly took a few more steps and brushed a few strands of disheveled, pink hair from her eye.  Her pigtails weren’t quite as tidy as they had been before Lorkana’s ravishing.  “Yes sir,” she called back, daring to take a few more steps in.

	Out of the darkness, a green-skinned hand shot out to grab Aly by the waist, jerking her into the dark room and a squeaky squeal escaped her lips.  Poor Aly trembled as she found herself staring into a pair of fierce-looking, orange eyes.  “A new little one, I see.”

	Aly’s pigtails bobbed as she nodded.  “A-Alyseira, at your service, Mr. Vrok.”

	Vrok snorted, washing hot breath over her bare face and torso.  “You best not break like the last one.”

	“Wait, wha-” was all she got out before she was jerked around with another squeak.  She had no sense of where exactly she was until she felt something incredibly hot and hard press between her legs.  Her small hands shot down over Vrok’s to touch the wide thing between her plush thighs… and immediately realized it was, obviously, an orc cock.  This monster had to have been twice as thick as her own father’s, and her trembling only doubled from a mixture of concern and thrilled excitement, her nethers briefly dousing the thick tool with her nectar.

	A soft click echoed as a single orb of light suddenly lit up to illuminate the bedroom.  It had been attached to a strange pipe that dropped down to the floor along the back wall, and just beside it was the dark green-skinned orc face of Vrok himself.  He, too, had a shaved head like his wife, and his entire body appeared to be in peak physical condition.  His hulking form was reclined atop a large, two-person bed, while his throbbing erection stood almost perfectly vertical from his waist.  Even with her plush belly, the orc’s massive hand was able to hold her around the waist with ease, not unlike holding his own personal fucktoy.  “Here,” he rumbled with a soft gasp as he began to push her down atop his cock, but instead started to roll her nether lips in a small circle atop his cockhead, like a cube of chalk atop a cue stick.

	Aly’s fear quickly subsided as her nether lips were tenderly pried apart as she was manipulated atop the orc’s cock, prompting a series of surprisingly loud moans and even more of her nectar to slick Vrok’s throbbing erection.  Within moments, his own precum added to the sticky slickness, and a little shift was all it took to slip the tip of his cock between her legs.  Her nether lips parted instinctively and spread [i]wide[/i], perhaps wider than they ever had before, but not a single ounce of pain ensued as she felt herself filled by the monstrous cock.  “Hoooooooly…” she moaned, shoving a hand into her own mouth to bite down as her nether lips stretched tightly over the orc’s cock.

	Vrok let out a sharp gasp as Aly’s tightness swallowed his cockhead, prompting him to writhe just a touch beneath her.  “Not bad…!” he gasped, grinning as he made fierce eye contact with the gnome.  “Lorkana got you… nice… and… ready…!”

	Aly’s legs shot out to either side as she felt herself pushed down even further, sending powerfully intense shockwaves of pleasure rocketing through her small body.  Her eyes rolled up to the ceiling as she felt her nether lips squeeze down on the orc’s cock, and as she looked back down, a gaze of shock crossed her face.  The orc’s cock was suddenly several inches deep inside her, but its rounded cockhead had begun to distend her soft belly with how deep it was.  And he still had quite a ways to go.  “Fffffffuuuuuuck!” she cried out lewdly, her small hands reaching out to claw at his wrist as her body was racked with intense, fantastical delight.

	Vrok, likewise, groaned in ecstasy the further he pushed her down, his grin fading away as more and more intense pleasure took over his muscular form.  His grip tightened around Aly’s waist as he took her further and further down, until finally her bare quim was spread tightly around the base of his fat cock.  From her new pose, the first several inches of his titanic totem were pressing out from her belly and pushing up between her massive, wobbling breasts.

	The pink-haired gnome was speechless, her eyes wide with shock at seeing her own belly distended so radically, but still not a lick of pain was anywhere to be found in her small body.  If anything, being filled so impossibly thoroughly was far more pleasurable, and another roll of her eyes sent them straight into the back of her head this time.  Her mouth dropped open as her tongue lolled out, and another quivering moan filled the room as her nethers drenched the orc’s cock and tangle of dark pubes yet again.

	The orc bit his lip in intense delight as he began to draw Aly back upward, stopping with just his cockhead left inside her before pushing her back down again.  A few slow pushes were all it took for Aly’s widespread nethers to accept the whole of Vrok’s length with ease, and after some rhythmic testing, Vrok was able to jerk her up and down as much as he liked and at any pace he pleased without issue.  “Very nice,” he gasped quietly as he pulled her back up halfway, then sharply pushed her down to his base again, prompting yet another moan of ecstasy from Aly.

	Aly’s mind was a sheer blur of pleasure, unable to form cohesive thoughts as she was filled and fucked beyond her own comprehension.  She could tell her body was being jerked up and down like a toy, but her arms soon went weak as they spasmed with each descent.  Every so often, another burst of her nectar would douse Vrok, but between that and her periodic moans, the gnome had no other faculties to use.

	The rest of it, for Alyseira, was an utter blur.

<7>

	Some time later, Fizzer found his own consciousness once more, realizing he’d been subconsciously nursing Lorkana’s breast in his post-climactic haze.  His gaze drifted up to find her smiling lovingly at him and cradling his naked body like she might a baby.  Slowly he pulled his lips from her milk-wetted nipple to speak.  “S-so… have we passed our task?”

	Lorkana chuckled softly and squeezed him to her bosom.  “With flying colors,” she assured him as she absently stroked his hair.  “I’m guessing Pobbletock didn’t fill you in much?”

	“Not at all,” he admitted.  “But I pretty much figured this was more than just a repair job.”

	Lorkana chuckled again in amusement.  “Well, the Gnomasons are the only ones who can repair our things, but we’ve always been encouraged to have them stick around for added fun beyond fixes.  We haven’t had a couple turn us down yet.”

	Fizzer rolled his eyes and laughed.  “Sounds about right!  Well, it’s been an absolute pleasure to be of service, Lorkana.  I take it Aly is with your husband, then?”

	The female orc opened her mouth to speak, but as if on cue the door to the bedroom swung open.  The naked Vrok stepped out, his teeth gritted tight as he held the helpless Aly by the waist, still impaled on his oversized cock.  Her eyes were still rolled back into her head as the orc slid her back and forth swiftly along the length of his cock, truly having turned her into his own, personal fucktoy.  He had no hesitation to show himself before Lorkana and Fizzer as he let out a groan of pleasure.  “She’s a tight one… you should be proud, Fizzer…!”

	Fizzer found his gaze quickly drawn to the naked Aly.  Vrok slowly and carefully turned her upon his cock until she was face-down toward the floor, then quickly resumed plunging his cock nearly through the lust-overloaded gnome.  Her arms, legs, and tits wobbled freely each time she was jerked back and forth, though her consistent, lewd moans were plenty enough proof that she was at least still conscious, as were the occasional bursts of her nectar.	  The elder gnome nodded in awe.  “Y-yeah… she’s okay, right?”

	“Indeed,” Lorkana assured him with another stroke of his hair.  “I gave her a potion earlier to keep her from harm.  It’s perfectly safe, and she’ll be a little less… elastic by tomorrow morning.”

	Vrok nodded in agreement as his knees bent, his hulking form beginning to quiver the more he fucked the pink-haired Aly.  “I would n-never wish to hurt… a Gnomason,” he gasped, clearly biting back his own oncoming climax as he sped up jerking Aly back and forth.  His balls smacked loudly and wetly against the prone gnome’s clit, sparking even louder moans and squeaks, along with a tendril of drool from her open mouth and lolled-out tongue.

	With a last tender stroke from Lorkana, the orcess tenderly guided Fizzer off her body so she could shift to her knees, opening her mouth knowingly before her quaking husband.  “Bring it, big boy,” she cooed and licked her lips seductively.

	A fierce, guttural roar escaped Vrok as he suddenly whipped Aly off his cock, right before a thick burst of his orcish cum erupted from his cockhead to splatter sloppily into Lorkana’s mouth.  Her green-skinned hand shot out to squeeze the base of his cock, milking it as more and more of his cum leapt between her lips, until she popped his cockhead into her mouth to suckle him completely dry.

	Vrok’s grip began to waver on Aly as he struggled to hold himself aloft, but Fizzer was right beneath her just before the orc’s faculties failed him.  The light-pink-haired gnome caught his half-conscious daughter with relative ease, lowering her to the soft carpet to give her a tender squeeze.  “Sweetheart?  You okay?”

	“Fffflarblesnarble,” she murmured back with a half-hearted wave of her hand.  Her entire, chubby body suddenly spasmed and doused the carpet with her nectar, and several subsequent touches to her body yielded similar results.

	All four of them happily settled down in their combined, post-climactic hazes.  Fizzer found it surprisingly easy to chat with Vrok and Lorkana, the latter of which brought the four of them fresh water and food to replenish with.  It took the better portion of an hour before Aly was able to come back from her short-circuited state, her eyes rolling back to look up at her smiling father.  “Welcome back, sweetie,” Fizzer echoed and gently touched her cheek.  “You alright?”

	Alyseira let out a moan that melted into a laugh as she lifted her head to kiss her father lovingly on the lips.  “Mmmh, holy fuck, that was… crazy,” she echoed in half-shock.  “How was that even possible?”

	“Alchemy is a wondrous thing,” Lorkana rumbled and reached out to softly touch Aly’s hand.  “The two of us can’t thank the two of you enough.  We truly appreciate everything you two have helped us with today.”

	Fizzer and Aly beamed at the female orc, until Vrok cleared his throat to add, “But what about the other thing?”

	Lorkana shot him a confused look.  “Other thing?”

	“The bed thing,” he returned.  “The rumbler-thingy stopped working a few days ago.”

	“You never mentioned that,” she returned somewhat curtly before looking back to the gnomes.  “Sorry, guys.  Would you mind taking a look?  Our bed is supposed to rumble, but I guess it’s not after the last time [i]someone[/i] decided to try a [i]pile driver[/i] on it.”

	Vrok shrank a bit at her remark, but Fizzer didn’t hesitate to stand, still in the nude, and bow his head graciously.  “I’ll get right on it!”

	Aly, however, was quick to touch her father’s hand.  “Let me, daddy.  You already did some fixing today.”

	Fizzer glanced down at his naked daughter and chuckled as he shook his head.  “If you can stand, I’ll let you go do it.”

	The second Aly even so much as shifted her legs, she began to quiver and shake uncontrollably.  She offered her father a sheepish smile instead.  “Well… alright, I guess I’ll wait.”

	“She’s in good hands,” Lorkana assured her with a nod from Vrok.  “We’ll be right here.”

	Fizzer smiled and nodded in appreciation, and without another word the naked gnome disappeared into the bedroom and out of sight.

	Aly sighed and leaned herself weakly against the near-naked Lorkana.  “So… you guys seem pretty used to fucking gnomes, huh?”

	It was Vrok’s turn to laugh at that.  “Somewhat.  You two aren’t the first gnomes who’ve come to visit, but the Gnomasons have others who’ve been sent out here from time to time.  And I… may have lied about breaking that other gnome.  She did okay, but she completely lost consciousness after a bit, and I felt too bad to keep going with her.”

	The pink-haired gnome giggled at this, pushing more of her hair from her eyes.  Her pigtail ties had fallen from her hair when she was upside down, and her long tangle of pink curls were quite the matted mess indeed.  “It wasn’t Zinnia, was it?”

	“It was!” Lorkana confirmed with a laugh.  “She [i]loved[/i] me though.  Almost fit her entire-”

	[i]BOOM[/i]

	A ground-shaking explosion suddenly rocked the entire hut, knocking over the trio from their seats on the floor.  The bedroom door burst open with a cloud of dark smoke.  Fizzer was nowhere to be seen.

	Aly’s eyes went wide with shock, and with a surge of adrenaline she powered to her feet and went running into the bedroom with reckless abandon.  “Daddy!  Daddy!?  What happened!?”

	No response.  The source of light had likely been broken in the explosion, but a new hole in the roof above the bed caused light to stream atop the now-broken, mechanical bed.  Aly’s expression turned into one of horror as she caught sight of her father’s prone body, clearly unconscious.  His head and right arm were visible… but nothing else was beneath the tangle of mechanical rubble.

	Aly’s shriek prompted Lorkana and Vrok to head in after her, the both of them immediately jumping in to assess how they might free Fizzer’s mangled body.  The panicked Aly, ran back into the kitchen, made for her toolbox and dumped its contents onto the floor.  A brief search found a small black box, similar to the one they’d used to arrive, and hammered the button as if her father’s life depended on it.

	Pobbletock had briefly mentioned the unit before the gnomes had left the bunker, stating it was for emergencies only.  Within moments, the whirring sound of a gyrocopter could be heard off in the distance, touching down just outside the front door of the hut.  A pair of gnome priests burst into the hut and sought out Fizzer, quickly returning with him upon a stretcher, albeit covered with a cloth.  Lorkana draped some of her clothing over her shoulders as Aly struggled to hold back sobs.  “Go,” Lorkana rumbled softly.  “Your things are safe with us.”

	Aly wasted no time in clambering into the copter just before it took off, quickly ferrying her and her gravely injured father off to parts unknown.  All Alyseira could do was watch over her father, hoping against hope that he wasn’t too far gone.



To be continued….