<The Second Trial>

	Silence ensued for several long moments as the council stared in sheer awe at the bold display before them.  Alyseira subtly shot a nervous glance to her father, who returned with a reassuring glance of confidence.  Fizzer Sparkworth never gave up on anything, and Aly proudly followed that creed herself.  One by one, the council members' robes fell away, their daughters and son also taking in the curious spectacle.

	Finally, High Gnomason Pobbletock raised his hand in a silent command for attention.  His expression became stoic once more as he began to speak.  "Tinker Fizzer Sparkworth, you were not required to bring us another invention, but in doing so we are forced to ask: is this the pinnacle of what you are able to create?"

	Fizzer and Aly looked at each other once more before the clothed tinker stepped forward and cleared his throat.  "No, sir," he squeaked humbly.  "What you see before you is an invention created entirely by Aly.  She is a brilliant inventor in her own right, and after our first tryst yesterday she felt she had to offer this to you all as well.  We've already come up with a number of new improvements upon it in such a short time, and in addition we have found ourselves overwhelmed with possibilities and concepts for new inventions.  So, no, this is not the pinnacle.  This is merely the summit that we hope will lead us to the pinnacle someday, sir.  Aly has a great deal to offer the society, and Azeroth, as well as myself."

	Another long pause ensued, until finally the stoic Gnomason's eyes lit up with sheer delight.  "We couldn't have hoped for a better answer.  Your invention is truly spectacular, Alyseira, and your comfort proves that you have indeed grown intimately close as we'd hoped!  You both pass the preliminary test with absolute flying colors!"

	Father and daughter both exclaimed happily, and while Aly was too restrained to move, Fizzer leapt atop her naked form and wrapped her in a joyful hug, the female gnome nuzzling him as best as she could to return the gesture, along with her giddy laughter.  As the joy waned somewhat, Fizzer looked back to the council in confusion.  "Preliminary?"

	High Gnomason Pobbletock nodded, while his daughter Zinnia took a step forward from beneath his robes, naturally still proudly in the nude and brushed a few dark curls of raven-colored hair from her eyes.  "Think of it like going to Outland.  You just opened the Dark Portal, now all you gotta do is step through!  We require new members to undergo a... sort of trial by fire.  Once a month -or week, depending on member consensus- the Gnomasons meet to share their findings, talk, eat, and really just get to know each other more.  It is part of the foundation of our family, and starting now we require you to attend the next meeting in three days' time, along with each subsequent meeting for at least three months.  After that you're free to skip one here and there if you like, but honestly we haven't had a member miss a meeting in decades."  The female gnome eyed the invention with a light smile.  "And you must bring your invention.  Aside from being a requirement, I think most of us are very curious to give it a try!"

	Father and daughter nodded in unison, though Fizzer was the only one capable of bowing graciously.  "We are honored to acquiesce, miss!  Where will this meeting take place?"

	Zinnia stepped back toward her father to wrap her arms around his bare waist.  Master Pobbletock draped an arm over his daughter's shoulder to squeeze it lovingly as he spoke.  "Everlook.  There is a hut at the northern edge of the settlement where we will meet.  There will be someone waiting inside to receive you.  The passphrase shall be: 'Goblin engineering is flawed and worthless, and we should never blow things up unless it's an accident or war,' understood?"

	Another nod.  "Yes, sir!  We cannot thank you enough!" Fizzer replied, squeaking suddenly in surprise as he realized Alyseira was still restrained.

	"One more thing!" Master Pobbletock called as the couple fiddled with the restraints.  "We respectfully request that our members avoid... intimacy for the last twenty-four hours before each meeting.  It is not a hard and fast rule, but it ensures that one and all are at peak physical readiness, so to speak.  We look forward to seeing our new tinkerers again soon!"

	The members of the council filed out of the room down a hallway into the unknown as Fizzer finally unbuckled Aly's restraints, the female gnome hugging him in gratitude as she pushed a button to revert their invention back into the form of a shiny silver box.  "So! Three days, huh?  You think we need to add some more functions to it before then, dad?"

	Fizzer pulled a folded cloak from one of his pockets and handed it to her nonchalantly as he inspected the box.  "I imagine it's not necessary, but that doesn't mean it can't be improved!  Did you have something in mind?"

	"A few things," she added as she wrapped the navy blue cloak around her naked form.  The cloth itself dragged on the ground just a bit, but it had been tailored to just the right size to conceal her entire body beneath it, even her shelf-like curves.  "But nothing overly different to its main design.  Some extra arms for some devices couldn't hurt at least."

	"Then I think we'd best get busy!  The pinnacle awaits, no?"  Fizzer beamed at his daughter as the pair of them left the underground room and back into the city of Ironforge where his Mekgineer's chopper awaited them.  Aly had to be quick in hopping into the sidecar, her cloak flipping up to give only the most watchful gnomes a brief glimpse of her naked posterior before plopping it onto her seat.  Her cheeks flushed a bit as she looked up to her father, who offered her a smile as they began puttering through the large city.  "Better be careful.  That cloak doesn't make you invisible you know."

	"Oh I know," she returned, cheeks flushing even darker.  "I... can I tell you something?"

	"Anything, sweetie," he answered a bit more loudly over the thrum of the motorcycle's engine.

	Aly hesitated for a few moments, choosing her words carefully.  "That was... really fun down there.  I don't think I've ever done anything that crazy before, but I felt really... powerful afterward.  Like, it didn't even matter that I was naked.  I just did my thing!"

	Fizzer raised an intrigued eyebrow in her direction.  "It didn't bother you that they were all staring?"

	"Not a bit!  It was kinda... kinda hot," she confided.

<Preparation>

	A playful grin crossed Fizzer's face.  "I admit, I'm very proud of how much my little girl has grown.  You should be very proud of that beautiful body of yours."

	A gentle giggle escaped Aly at the compliment.  "You think so?"

	"Most certainly."

	The motorcycle was nearing the front of the ever-busy Ironforge bank.  Members of all races of the Alliance busied themselves between the bank and the auction house, very few of them paying attention to the general high traffic of the area.  In a bold move that surprised even Aly herself, the female gnome stood up in her sidecar and leapt onto the back seat of the cycle, her cloak flying wildly behind the practically-naked gnome as her hefty chest squished up against her father's back.  Both her small arms and legs wrapped around his waist as well, not wanting them to dangle and accidentally brush against the heated metal of the machine.  Her prominent posterior was on full display as her cloak bellowed behind her, quickly catching several wandering, surprised eyes in the process.

	Fizzer's eyes went wide when he felt Aly cling to him, and without thinking he gunned the chopper as hard as he could to rocket toward the main gate.  This simply kicked up her cloak all the higher, basically revealing the naked gnome in all her glory to each and every individual passing them by, albeit such a glorious glimpse shot past them all too briefly.  A sort of giddy laughter seemed to infect the pair of gnomes as they rumbled through Dun Morogh, not stopping until they'd reached their secluded home once more.  The seasoned Fizzer was able to dismount with Aly still clinging to him, prompting another fit of laughter as the aging gnome pulled his daughter off his back and into his arms with relative ease.  "I didn't think you were that bold!"

	Her cheeks were on fire as the cloak fell from her back, though she quickly caught it with a free hand as Fizzer carried her into the safety of the hut and shot down the elevator.  "That was... way more fun than it should have been," she admitted, her arms wrapping around her father's neck to embrace him again.  "I guess I'm just really... happy, y'know?"

	Fizzer gladly returned the embrace as they left the elevator.  "As am I," he admitted, drawing back only to meet Aly in a passionate kiss for several long, intimate moments.  Fizzer began a slow walk down the hall toward his daughter's room in the process, and as the kiss broke he added, "It's funny, really, that something so... taboo, could still feel so wonderful.  Are you... are you certain that this is something you want to continue?"

	Her large green eyes looked deep into his ice blue orbs in response, a shy smile crossing her face as another tinge of red crossed her cheeks.  "Is... is that okay?  I mean, I dunno if the Gnomasons would let us stay if it wasn't...."

	"That's exactly why I ask, actually."  Fizzer stepped through her locked-open doorway and paused in the center of Aly's room/laboratory.  "I... I don't want you simply being okay with this for the Gnomasons alone.  We haven't really talked about this much, and it's all happened so quickly...."

	Aly pressed a gentle finger to her father's lips to quiet him, a genuine smile spreading across her happy face.  "You pretty much just proved my reasoning, daddy.  I've always trusted you more than anyone else I've ever met, so I don't feel I have any reason to worry!  And I wouldn't do something like this if I didn't love you.  I mean, I like getting some recognition for my inventions, but I'm not that desperate."  A soft giggle escaped her at the end, soon silenced by another affectionate kiss.

	Fizzer happily returned it, his face lighting up as it broke.  "Well alright then!  I suppose we have a new order of business to attend to while we have the chance though, hmm?  Shall we get started?"

* * * * *

	Three days of a mixture of intense passion and fervent inventing ensued, and when all was said and done the pleased father and daughter pair stood before their refined invention.  The once-chrome chair was now covered entirely in crimson Fizzer Fabric, rendering it completely water retardant and stainproof, not to mention comfortable.  More retractable arms had been added with a variety of differing toys, and the box it had once reverted to was now a much sleeker-looking briefcase with the name The Orgasimina-Tronator Enhancer Mk. II (T.O.T.E.M. II) etched onto one side.

	With the push of a button, the briefcase flawlessly transformed itself, while a second push turned it right back into a case.  Aly couldn't stop beaming as she turned to her father.  "It's perfect!  I bet they're gonna love it!"

	Fizzer happily patted his daughter on the shoulder.  "I certainly think so.  The trial will tell all tonight.  All systems go?"

	"Diagnostics turned up zero faults.  All the gadgets appear to be functioning, at least without test subjects."  Aly wiped a streak of sweat from her brow, absently streaking it with grease as well.  A look down at her hand showed her to be nigh covered with grease, save for the pristine-looking Fizzer Fabric her overalls were made of.  "Just a few hours until the meeting.  Guess we better get cleaned up."

	It was truly remarkable to Fizzer how much Aly's demeanor had changed in the past ten days, and it was much more apparent as the tailor watched his daughter nonchalantly shed the overalls to stride off toward the bathroom completely nude.  He had always known his daughter to be quite headstrong and vivacious, so perhaps she had always had this sort of boldness embedded in her personality.  He could only count his blessings as he, too, disrobed and trotted off after her swaying backside, his tool leading the way.

	The hot water was already flowing as he entered their shared bathroom, and Aly was just stepping into the shower as she looked back to him with a cheeky smile.  "You in, daddy?  Might save some water... if ya can keep your hands to yourself."

	Fizzer bit his lip as he stepped closer to the shower.  "You have a point," he admitted as he reluctantly recalled Pobbletock's last request.  With a shake of his head he steeled his gaze despite his fully erect member and retorted with, "I think you'd best worry about yourself, sweetie."  Confidently, Fizzer strode up to the shower and stepped in behind his daughter.

	The small shower was just big enough for the both of them, and while Fizzer comfortably bathed in the streaming water, Aly was nearly pinning herself against the opposite wall to minimize the allure of skin-to-skin contact with her father.  Even in her pose, however, her prominent backside still found his wonderfully invasive tool nestled tentatively between her soft cheeks.  The grease-streaked gnome only dared a single glance back at her father's naked body, and even that brought a heavy flush to her cheeks.  Her mouth opened as if to protest, but a gentle shift in her father's stance simply added just a little bit of pressure against her nether lips from behind to send a few gentle ripples of pleasure through her body.  All she could do was look away, shut her eyes, and think about sprockets to keep from plunging herself backwards against her father's delightful dong.

	Fizzer, too, had to force his own restraint to keep from doing the same, and after several agonizing minutes of quick soaping and washing, he reluctantly left Aly so she could actually clean herself.  "So much for saving water," Fizzer muttered to himself with an amused chuckle as he escaped to his bedroom to clean up and dress.  Not an hour later he exited his room wearing a set of ornate black and gold dress robes with a matching pair of boots and gloves.  They were a far cry from the majestic royal purple and gold of the Gnomasonic robes, but surely he hoped they'd at least notice the homage to their style that he'd tailored himself.

	The elder gnome tapped his foot nervously as the elevator took him straight upward with a gentle hum.  The rational part of his brain knew there was nothing to really worry about -their invention was unlike anything either of them had ever even heard of, let alone seen- but he couldn't help but wonder whether the other Gnomasons would respect and accept the both of them as two of their own.  All of them seemed so prestigious, so put-together, so... secretly societal.  Would Fizzer and Aly work well with them?

	The elevator ground to a halt and the doors slid open, the grinding sound followed by the ever-sweet voice Fizzer had loved for so very long.  "All set, daddy?"  Aly smiled innocently as she casually shifted her weight from one leg to the other, quietly sporting an incredibly sleek, jet black, strapless dress with a slit along her right leg nearly all the way up to her bellybutton.  The sturdy Fizzer Fabric just barely contained his daughter's impressive bust, allowing a generous canyon of cleavage available to even the briefest passerby.  Her black flats padded softly against the floor as she strode up to her father and gently adjusted the collar of his robes.  "Briefcase is in the tour pack, and I already got the doors set to lock once we drive out.  I think we're good."

	Fizzer could only smile as he leaned in to press a gentle, lingering kiss to his daughter's lush lips.  "You're perfect, y'know that?" he assured her and brought her in for a brief hug before heading for his chopper.

	Aly blushed as she returned her father's hug and followed him to hop into his sidecar.  "Pssh," she shrugged the compliment off as the motorcycle thrummed to life.  "Whaddaya think it's gonna be like?  The meeting, I mean."

	Fizzer kept quiet as the chopper sped off for Ironforge and mulled her comment over for a long moment before answering with, "I have no rickety idea."

<Journey>

	The pair of gnomes kept their chatter fairly clean as they dismounted in Ironforge to ride the marvelous Deeprun Tram all the way to Stormwind.  The rumbling and jostling of the tram itself didn't make it easy, however, as a few fellow riders found it difficult to keep their eyes off of Aly's heavily-bouncing chest.  All it took was a glance from Fizzer to get them to turn away, though both gnomes shared a few chuckles together each time he did so.

	A quick jaunt through Stormwind, a portal to Darnassus, and one last flight to Winterspring brought the couple to Everlook: Cornerstone of the Steamwheedle Cartel.  Goblins milled about here and there, but none seemed to pay even the seductively-dressed Aly much mind.  Fresh snow covered much of the ground as well, so it wasn't long before Aly found herself carried in her father's arms until they found themselves before a small, gear-covered hut just outside the town's walls.  The gnomes exchanged brief, nervous glances as they pushed open the metal door and stepped into a tiny, steel-walled room with a metal counter along the far wall.  Like Pobbletock had said, a lone guard stood patiently behind the counter... though he'd neglected to mention that the guard was a massive, six-foot-tall, brown-skinned Mag'har orc clad in a surprisingly well-tailored, purple dinner suit.

	"Name," the orc rumbled before either gnome had gotten a chance to speak.

	"Uh... Sparkworth," Fizzer replied hesitantly.

	The burly orc produced an undersized notepad from behind his station.  "Let's see," he grunted as he produced an intricate-looking monocle from a shirt pocket to inspect the list.  "Sparkworth...."

	Aly bit her lip nervously as she looked to her father, and suddenly she blurted, "GOBLINENGINEERINGISFLAWEDANDWORTHLESSANDWESHOULDNEVERBLOWTHINGSUPUNLESSIT'SANACCIDENTORWAR!"  Her chest heaved as she tried to catch her breath.

	"Mhmm," the orc grunted and continued his perusing without flinching.

	"We're new," she added breathlessly, almost desperately.  "If this is the right place, I mean."

	The orc paused and glanced downward at her, though whether he looked her in the eye or the chest was unclear.  A weary sigh escaped him as he added, "I'm not contractually able to say their name, but I seriously doubt you'd be here if you weren't members."

	Fizzer cocked a skeptical eyebrow.  "Even with the passphrase, what if we were transmorphed or under illusions?"

	The orc pointed to a beam of steel above the doorway they'd entered through.  "Dispelling field.  Honestly, they don't even need me here, but I keep out the goblins who try any funny business.  Plus, I owe 'em for this dohickey."  He briefly waved the monocle back and forth before adding, "Can hardly see anything up close without it."

	Aly looked to her father again as her breathing evened out.  "So... are you one of them?"

	The orc's brow arched as he seemed to find the name he was looking for, and slowly he replaced the pad behind the counter.  "Officially, no.  They take the term "Gnomason" very seriously, as I'm certain you know.  But you'll learn that they're a... mostly pretty accepting bunch though, newbie."  The orc cracked his knuckles as he looked from one gnome to the other and added in the dry tone only an orc who's spoken his line many, many times could muster, "Keep your arms close and don't get too close to the walls.  Keep to the center of the elevator until it comes to a complete stop.  Welcome to the... *sigh* Bunker of Busts, Butts, and Boning.  Or B-quartic.  Whatever you want."  

	As the last word left his lips, the floor beneath the couple lurched downward and sent the couple sharply down a narrow elevator.  Aly's feet nearly slipped out from beneath her, but as she wobbled Fizzer was right there to catch her and hold her tight.  Both of them smiled and held the embrace until the elevator jarred to a halt before a final set of ornate-looking steel bunker doors, each emblazoned with the symbol of an arclight spanner and a gyrochromatic microadjustor parallel to each other within a large, golden gear.  

	The Gnomasons' symbol was as cryptic as their society was, and the grandeur of the doors alone was enough to shake the gnomes just a bit more.  Aly had a death grip on the briefcase, but a gentle touch from Fizzer's hand was calming enough.  "Just relax, sweetie.  We've got this in the bag."

	As the couple approached, the doors began to swing open of their own accord to reveal an expansive, elegant ballroom unlike anything either of them had seen before.  Large marble columns stretched from floor to the high ceiling at regular intervals, and around them a series of royal purple pillows, cushions, and mattresses were organized in neat rows and patterns.  Nearly every other surface was covered in some form of plush material, and while the floor itself was perhaps the softest, the poopy brown color of the carpet didn't quite match the rest of the royal motif.  Mechanical light sources hung at regular intervals around the room as well, and at the opposite end of the room a massive staircase split off to the left and right to a second floor and balconies that stretched all the way around the room's perimeter.  A number of other double doors lined the outer walls, some open and some closed, all of which simply led to smaller lavish rooms.  A four-poster bed could be seen through one open door, while another revealed a strange-looking sort of swing.

	Dozens of gnomes milled about among plush furnishings.  Many of the gnomes were fresh sights to the couple, though a couple of the council members were clearly recognizable among them.  Some wore robes, some lounged about in the nude, and some were even boldly pleasuring one another amid casual conversations.  "Wow..." Aly murmured as her gaze was drawn to the closest couple.  A male gnome with fiery red hair had his hands propped behind his head, proudly displaying his naked body as a female gnome's head bobbed up and down rapidly between his legs.  "I mean, I figured they were pretty taboo, but this is...."

	"... Another raid tier," Fizzer finished for her and gave his daughter's hand a comforting squeeze.  His gaze had wandered in curiosity as well, though its trip was fleeting as a familiar voice called out to the couple.

	"Aha!  You made it!" cheered the High Gnomason as he strode swiftly across the room toward them.  His magnificent gold and purple robes hung open casually in the front, exposing his naked, hair-strewn torso and flaccid member beneath.  Right at his side was Zinnia matching his pace, her sultry body garbed only in a translucent, violet slip with elegant, gold trim around its edges.  The clinging fabric practically left her dark pink nipples on full display as they poked against the fabric, though her rounded breasts paled in comparison to the width and fullness of her barely-hidden rump.  The father-daughter pair looked as happy as could be with one arm around, presumably, each other's lower back.  "Welcome, welcome you two!  Please, our quarters are yours!  Relax, get as comfortable as you like.  There's a full spread next to the staircase if you're hungry, wine, ale, whatever you like, we have it."

	Pobbletock's free hand reached out to energetically shake Fizzer's, and in turn Zinnia did the same to Aly, but quietly added, "Permission for a level two greeting, hon?"

	Aly looked to her in confusion.  "What's that?"

	Zinnia reached out as if to shake her hand.  "Higher than just this level one greeting," she stated simply.

	Aly took her hand with a soft squeeze.  She didn't want to seem like she wasn't receptive to the society's customs, and already she had found herself surprisingly at ease with others nonchalantly getting naughty out in the open around her.  "Permission granted," she assured her confidently.

	Zinnia's eyes lit up, and without hesitation the raven-haired gnome lurched forward and planted an enthusiastic kiss squarely upon her lips.  Aly's squeak of surprise was muffled by Zinnia's lips, though her eyes remained as wide as saucers throughout the duration of the lingering kiss.

	Fizzer and Pobbletock both paused to observe the greeting, the latter of the two smiling brightly.  "Miss Alyseira certainly learns quickly!  Or perhaps Zinnia is just pushy.  Either way, please, don't let yourself be uncomfortable.  Everyone has already been informed of your attendance tonight, and they will ask permission before assuming consent with our customs.  Feel free to discuss whatever you wish.  We have no orders of business at hand at the moment, however I know many are curious to hear more about your Fizzer Fabric and... I beg pardon, what was that new device called?"

	"The T.O.T.E.M. II, actually," Fizzer added and gestured toward the briefcase.  "We made a few modifications that we're certain will be enjoyed by all, Master Pobbletock."

	Pobbletock scoffed and let out a several-note chuckle.  "Goodness, Fizzer.  Call me Willy.  We're a family here, and I can already tell you two are going to go far.  No one but our kind know that Wentworth Pobbletock heads the Gnomasons, though I would prefer to keep it that way."

	"Naturally, Willy," Fizzer assured him and bowed his head respectfully.  "Apologies if we seem a bit stiff yet.  I can't remember the last time I attended something so... well, taboo, let alone ritzy."

	"Nonsense, you're fine!  In fact, perhaps it might do you well if I introduce you to some of the others, hmm?"  Pobbletock rested a somewhat firm hand on Fizzer's shoulder at this, and without waiting for a reply he began to usher the faded pink-haired gnome off to the right and toward a pair of golden-trimmed double doors.

	Fizzer looked back over his shoulder at Aly, but her pink, unbraided pigtails bobbed with a confident nod as she met his gaze, as she, too, was being ushered in the opposite direction by an energetic Zinnia, their invention still in her grasp.

<Fizzer I>

	The double doors swung open into another lavish room, this one with only a few males seated in high-backed lounge chairs around a slightly-raised, cushioned platform.   A pair of seat closest to the front of the platform remained vacant, though Pobbletock wasted no time in taking a seat in one, while ushering Fizzer to the other.  "Have a seat, Fizzer.  I made sure that the events wouldn't start preemptively before our arrival."

	"Events?" Fizzer asked, not quite certain as to where this was going.

	Willy shot him a coy smile.  "Fizzer, really.  You can't tell?"

	The tailor chuckled softly.  "Well, I'm no fool, Willy, but this is... not what I was expecting, truth be told.  I mean, I suppose I was expecting some sort of performance requirements and all, but I don't-"

	Before he could finish, a mechanical gramophone in one corner began to echo a gentle, almost sensual melody.  A pair of curtains along the far wall parted, and from within a female gnome came casually striding out along the platform wearing perhaps the thinnest string bikini Fizzer had ever seen.  The blue fabric matched her short, vibrant locks as her bare feet padded along the cushioned platform.  All eyes were on her from the high-backed chairs, though the gnome clearly made a beeline for Pobbletock himself.  "Good to see you again, High Gnomason," she purred as she perched her bottom on the edge of the platform before him and lewdly spread her legs as wide as she could in front of him.  The miniscule fabric that hid the bare minimum of her nethers showed her to be quite cleanly shaven.

	"A pleasure as ever, miss Pemka," he returned.  His white-haired head slowly dipped forward between her waiting thighs as he hooked one finger into her bottoms to peel them to one side, his lips planting a tender kiss directly on her quim.

	Pemka giggled, though the noise melted into a soft moan as Pobbletock withdrew.  "Oh, you're too much!" she added and reached out to tousle his hair playfully.  "And who's the handsome newcomer?" she added as her attention shifted to Fizzer.

	Pobbletock smacked his lips and smirked at Fizzer.  "This is Mr. Sparkworth, a promising up and coming tinkerer for our ranks.  I was dearly hoping you could show him how things work around here, darling."

	Pemka smiled brightly and shot Pobbletock a wink as she whirled around and laid herself flat on her back, only to slide closer to the edge of the stage until her head hung upside down off its edge, looking right up at Fizzer.  "Permission for a level five greeting, Mr. Sparkworth?" she chirped and batted her eyelashes up at him.

	Fizzer swallowed nervously as he eyed the practically naked gnome, and in his uncertainty he glanced over to Pobbletock next to him.  "W-what sort of greeting is that?"

	Pobbletock grinned.  "Fizzer... surely you've noticed I've referred to us as a family before, yes?"

	Fizzer nodded.

	"And I know you understand the sort of familial bonds we encourage here, yes?"

	"Very well," he assured him as two and two began to rapidly mesh in his mind.  "But, do you think that Aly would...."

	Pobbletock sighed, though his smile remained.  "I assure you that she is getting the same introduction as we speak, Fizzer, and Zinnia assures me she is taking a liking to our family."  For emphasis, Pobbletock brushed a few locks of hair from one ear to reveal a small transmitter wedged inside.  "Here, we are all family, and we all love each other nearly as much as we do our own mothers, aunts, daughters, nieces, and cousins."

	Fizzer looked back down at the alluring gnome before him as she patiently awaited his answer, though the impressive tent from beneath his ornate robes already threatened to answer for him.  "A-a-and what of her father?"

	"Oh she's a beauty, ain't she?" squeaked a higher-pitched voice to Fizzer's left.  A male gnome with slightly lighter blue hair gave the arm of his chair a cheerful pat.  "Pemka's my pride and joy, Fizzer.  Trust me, she won't disappoint ya.  Name's Dartin," he added and extended a friendly hand toward the tailor.  Dartin's naked body was on full display even from Fizzer's position, and while males weren't really Fizzer's cup of tea, the sight of Dartin made him feel a bit more at ease.  The blue-haired gnome was particularly portly compared to most, and the tool that stood between his legs was not very long, but still quite thick.  It proved to Fizzer that the Gnomasons were not discriminatory in the slightest, and even his daughter stole glances of him while the two of them talked.

	Fizzer exhaled with relief as he accepted his hand.  "A pleasure to meet you both.  You're... you're sure?"

	Dartin and Pemka laughed in unison as Dartin added, "Ah, nothing like breaking in a new member.  Yes, it's fine.  It's part of the mutual understanding we have here, and at the end of the day we go home together, whether it be ours or someone else's."  Dartin leaned forward in his chair to address Pobbletock.  "Might wanna get him a copy of the creed after this."

	"Yeah, yeah," Pobbletock dismissed with a laugh.  "It's so much more fun without it though."  His gaze turned back to Fizzer expectantly.  "Well?  She's waiting."

	Fizzer did his best to relax as he looked back to the waiting Pemka, who looked just as patient and innocent as ever.  With a sharp exhale, Fizzer nodded and smiled politely.  "Permission granted."

<Alyseira I>

	No sooner had Fizzer been ushered away that Zinnia piped right up at normal volume.  "So!  What was it like for your first time with your dad, huh?  Was it weird, or natural?  Did you guys have any trouble with your T.O.T.E.M. II?  What all can it do?  Have you tried it yourself?  Has your dad tried it?  Did you think of it all yourself?"

	Aly giggled and relaxed herself a bit as she did her best to answer the tidal wave of questions.  "Great, pretty natural, not at all, lots of stuff, not yet, not yet, and we thought of it together," she answered with a smile.  "How about you two?  Y'know, doing it and stuff."

	Zinnia laughed as the pair walked in through another set of double doors and into a rather small, dimly lit room with curtains lining the walls.  A smattering of female gnomes, many of them in various states of undress, milled about a series of... odd-looking furnishings.  A pair of them had their legs spread around opposite sides of a tall, cylindrical, fabric-covered column with a mushroom-like shape perched atop it.  A series of oblong stools, likewise covered in fabric, were spread in a wide circle where gnomes were seated and chatting idly.  "Oh, it was pretty natural," she admitted as she perched herself atop an empty stool.  "Several years ago I snuck out of our home to go skinny-dipping with some friends.  Some Ironforge guards found us out and everyone else scattered but me.  I would've gotten caught had daddy not found out I'd left and come to find me.  He shooed the guards away, and when he found where I was, believe it or not, he jumped right in with me!  I couldn't believe it, but we had more fun that night than I'd ever had before with him.  We got really close afterward, and the boinking turned into a nice bonus," she added with a playful wink.

	Another flush crossed Aly's cheeks as she seated herself on the stool across from Zinnia.  "Wow.  Never been skinny-dipping before, but it sounds like fun," she admitted.

	"Oh it's the best," Zinnia assured her.  "The Gnomasons do it bi-monthly together.  It's a particular tradition my daddy's super proud of."

	"No kidding?" Aly returned somewhat nervously.  "I-I guess that makes sense considering all this stuff and... sex and all."

	Zinnia chuckled softly as she looked Aly dead in the eye.  "You're cute, you know that?  I told daddy the moment I saw you that you and your dad were gonna go far.  I'm sure he's keeping your dad in the dark a bit, but it is pretty obvious what kind of organization we run here.  Inventions and bettering lives is still our top mission, but love is most certainly our second.  Here, we're all family, and we all love each other nearly as much as we do our own fathers, uncles, sons, nephews, and cousins.  Know what I mean?"

	Aly nodded slowly.  "I... kinda figured as much," she admitted and glanced around at the other female gnomes.  "So I'm guessing that... nobody minds?"

	"We are very particular with those we include among our ranks," Zinnia assured her.  "We wouldn't dare bring anyone in who we thought might mind our ways.  Everyone's completely free to leave or decline if they're uncomfortable... but I think I can tell from the look in your eye that you're right at home here."

	An even darker pink flush crossed Aly's cheeks, nearly matching her vibrant, pink hair.  "Y-you're pretty smart," she admitted with a giddy giggle.  "I guess I'm more worried about my dad, really."

	Zinnia tapped her ear, bringing attention to her own transmitter within.  "He's doing just fine, I promise.  We're secretive, but we're not manipulative.  We just like to have fun in our own way, y'know?"

	A much more genuine smile crossed Aly's face as she nodded.  "Yeah, absolutely.  But," she paused and looked around them once more.  "Where are the guys?  I think these are all girls."

	"Pfffft," Zinnia scoffed.  "This is Zinnia's room, sweetie.  Here, the guys come to us."  With a snap of her fingers, several of the curtains opened and a number of male gnomes, each one wearing a set of loose, open robes came confidently striding into the room.  The open garments revealed each to be wearing a differently-colored, skin-tight banana hammock over their respective packages.  The males outnumbered the females almost three to one, while several of them were beckoned over by specific females, some grabbing two or three at once and pulling them gently over to their stools by the waistbands of their undergarments.  "My daddy likes to get a little more personal with the girls.  I kinda prefer the more anonymous approach, at least in this room... not that I don't know them all already anyway.  As long as we're together at the end of the night, it's no big deal.  We've never had issues here, and we hope to keep it that way."

	Aly's head nearly spun all the way around on her neck.  She'd only ever seen things like this on the darker portions of the gnomernet, but even then there had never been anything of this scale there.  Her mouth hung open as her eyes flitted from package to package, each one almost bigger than the last.  "So... can we...?"

	Zinnia's hands came to rest gently on Aly's shoulders from behind, while her lips moved to whisper in her ear.  "Just ask permission for greetings level six through nine, and they'll take care of the rest.  The higher the number, the 'stronger' the greeting.  Go nuts, sweetie."

	Aly quivered as her gaze settled on a male gnome whose chest was covered in thick, red curls, while his considerable package was yet hidden by a crimson-colored banana hammock.  Just a hint of his soft, pronounced belly could be seen peering from the robes as well, though even for a gnome he'd only have been considered well-fed.  The hood of his robe hid his face, but it was clear his head had been turned in her direction from the start.  Slowly Aly raised her hand to wave in his direction, and without hesitation he came striding right up to her to present his package directly in front of her face.  "Good evening, beautiful," the surprisingly deep voice echoed from within the dark hood.  "How may I please you this evening?"

	The pink-haired gnome swallowed hard as her cheeks flushed nearly the color of his hammock.  She dared not look back at Zinnia in fear of seeming hesitant, and the last thing she wanted was any potential to sabotage her or her father's chances.  Of course, fleeing was far from her mind as the temptation of the pulsing package before her overwhelmed her senses.  "P-permission for a level... nine greeting?"

<Fizzer II>

	Pemka flashed him a seductive smile as she slid herself a bit further off the stage, her hefty breasts wobbling briefly before falling forward one after the other, though they were just small enough not to smack the gnome in the face in the process.  Her lips parted and her tongue slid out of her mouth as she neared the crotch of his robes.  A second female gnome, this one with deep red hair, shortly came striding down the platform in a similar string bikini, though this one headed for Pemka to hold her ankles down to the stage to ensure she wouldn't fall.  A number of other females soon followed, each one picking another male gnome seated around the stage to begin teasing and 'greeting' in various fashions.

	Fizzer tugged at the collar of his robes as his eyes remained fixed upon Pemka.  He almost couldn't believe his eyes at how close she was getting, but deep down he knew what he needed to do.  His fingers fiddled with the ties of his robes, but slowly he opened and parted them down the front to reveal his completely nude body beneath, particularly his exceptionally prominent tool.

	Pemka cooed in awe as her upside down lips drew closer, and without hesitation the head of his tool disappeared between her lips, as did inch after consecutive inch until his entire length disappeared from view.  Her large eyes stared up at him despite being pressed tight against his balls, and the skillful gnome held herself there for several long moments before extracting herself just as slowly.  Pemka's tongue swirled over her lips as a sultry giggle escaped her, her gaze looking fondly up at Fizzer.  "Mmmmm... I think he's a keeper, Willy.  Delicious."

	Fizzer's eyes nearly rolled back into his head at the 'greeting' and a thick trail of his precum drooled from his tip as she left his length covered in her saliva.  "W-wow," was all he could say and offer her a smile in return.  "How... how high do these levels go?"

	Pobbletock and Dartin each exchanged triumphant smiles, the former piping up.  "Technically the highest is somewhere in the thirties, but truth be told we don't use anything past nine for these particular gatherings.  Pick whoever you like and go nuts."

	A more relaxed exhale left Fizzer as he looked down to Pemka, who had taken her red-haired friend's hand and uprighted herself.  "May I ask your name as well, miss?" he politely prodded the redhead.

	"Kinny," she returned as she took a seat next to Pemka.  "It's always a pleasure to welcome new members.  Permission to administer a greeting as well?"

	Fizzer nodded.  "Level... seven, please?"

	"Permission granted," she returned enthusiastically, and in the blink of an eye she was on her knees between Fizzer's parted legs.  One four-fingered hand planted itself tenderly upon his hefty balls, while her lips opened wide as she, too, began to swallow his erect length.  A deep groan escaped Fizzer as he looked down to meet the redhead's doe-eyed gaze, his mind reeling and almost pretending as if she were simply another daughter of his.  His body relaxed and eased into the atmosphere of the prestigious gathering, little by little accepting the unconventional ways as Pobbletock and Dartin turned their attentions to another cluster of female gnomes as they strode along the platform.

	"May I offer a level six to assist, Mr. Sparkworth?" Pemka purred as she reached out to tenderly touch Fizzer's hand.

	Fizzer cocked an intrigued eyebrow and smiled.  "By all means, miss Pemka."

	The blue-haired gnome smiled coyly as she nimbly climbed up the chair and planted one foot on each armrest, hovering her impressive bust directly at Fizzer's eye level.  A flick of her wrists and her string top went flying, and just as quickly her fingers slid through Fizzer's hair to pull his head directly between her massive tits, all while Kinny's head slowly bobbed up and down the entirety of Fizzer's thick, drooling cock.

	On either side of him, Willy and Dartin had found their own partners, the former with a silver-haired gnome who had readily plunged his cock deep inside her own cunny, while the latter had a green-haired gnome perform a perfect handstand on his armchair to swallow his own cock as he buried his face between her thick thighs.  One by one, each male had one to three females divulge in pleasures of the flesh with them.  Some had found their own daughters and nieces, while others shared other members' female relatives with understood familiarity.  Moans and groans alike nearly drowned out the sensual music from the gramophone, and the pleasure that washed over Fizzer's body drowned out any last bit of doubt in his mind.

<Alyseira II>

	"Just relax, miss Alyseira," the male gnome murmured as his hands tenderly slid down Aly's bare arms, further down her abdomen, and finally to rest softly against her thick thighs.

	Aly's deep red flush grew all the more as she willfully spread her legs for the stranger, revealing that not a stitch of an undergarment covered her naked nethers beneath her slinky dress.  Her eyes flitted from his concealed face down to that pulsing package, but as she reached to touch the stretchy fabric, she hesitated.  "Zinnia... what if he, you know... fills me up?"

	Zinnia giggled and squeezed Aly's shoulders comfortingly.  "Not even an issue.  Our second-in-command Master built an invisible sanitization field around the entire building, save for a single, special room upstairs.  Nobody's swimmers have any potency, and disease is nonexistent here.  You're completely safe."

	Aly shuddered with a relieved exhale.  "Well... alright then!"  Her pigtails bobbed as she looked back to the male before her, and without further hesitation she reached out and yanked his meager hammock downward sharply.  The male's cock appreciatively sprung free from its meager prison, proving itself to be an exceptionally large specimen of their kind, just as she'd hoped.  Its smooth head shined in the dim light as a drop of thick precum trickled from its tip, only for Aly to boldly swipe it up with one finger and pop it into her mouth.  Her large eyes looked up at him innocently as she plucked her finger from her mouth and purred, "Take me."

	Without a word, the male gnome's hands slid right up beneath her dress and pulled her hips out to the edge of the stool, his cockhead quickly finding its place up against her quim.  Aly let out a sharp gasp as the male suddenly lurched forward, plunging half the length of his cock sharply inside her already-soaked folds.  Her gasp melted into an exceptionally loud moan of pleasure as her back flattened to the stool and her head tilted back to look up at Zinnia, whose head popped into view above her.  Her raven hair hung like a curtain framing her slender face as her impish gaze locked with Aly's.  "Wadsworth is one of the best... but I think we can do better."

	Aly's breathing grew shallow as she felt his cock dive deeper and deeper into her waiting folds, spreading her nether lips wide and sending wonderful shockwaves through her body.  It took all her energy to keep her eyes open and focused on Zinnia.  "Better... I... I dunno... how...."

	"Everything's better when twins are involved," Zinnia cooed and shot her another coy grin as she raised a hand in the air.  The female gnome backed away and disappeared from view as, not two, but three other male gnomes promptly surrounded the prone Aly.  The gnome above her sported a particularly prominent belly from within his robe, while a dark treasure trail ran from his chest and straight down into his neon yellow banana hammock.  The gnomes to either side of her looked nearly identical, oddly enough, with tufts of green hair sticking out from the tops of their matching green package-holders.  Their chests were far slimmer without much muscle, though their touch was gentle as they began to reach out and gingerly touch her hands.  The pink-haired gnome's eyes instantly went wide again as all three produced their respective cocks to present to her, each one already drooling as the trio gazed lustfully down at the busty gnome.  The left and right cocks were notably slender, almost perfect for gaining a pro
per grip with her small hands.  The cock that hovered above her face was a bit thicker, but it was the pair of pendulous, heavy-looking, clean shaven balls which hung beneath it that drew her eye more thoroughly

	Sheer, lustful instinct seemed to take over Aly as she reached out to either side of her with both hands and took hold of the male's shafts to begin firmly stroking them with intense, needy fervor.  The male to her right gasped and shifted even closer to her until his cockhead was mere inches from her lips, and without warning her mouth opened and plunged her lips hungrily over his cock, sucking down the first several inches and withdrawing to leave him coated with her saliva.  The natural lubricant accelerated her stroking twofold, and in turn she did the same to the gnome to her left, lubing him up and squeezing and stroking him at the same pace Wadsworth began to rhythmically thrust in and out of her.

	Aly's moans only grew louder as she felt her senses overwhelmed by the males.  Shockwave after shockwave of pleasure rocked her body with each of the stranger's skillful thrusts, while the cocks she stroked simply enhanced the delightful feeling in her nethers.  The pink-haired gnome threw her head back again and loudly moaned... only for the noise to be silenced as the fourth male's cock gingerly brushed against her lips from above her.  Aly did not hesitate as her mouth opened wide for him to thrust his cock straight into her mouth and down her throat with a sharp grunt, and without so much as a cough or choke the beautiful engineer's body began to move with perfect rhythm to satisfy all four gnomes simultaneously.  Her muffled moans hummed against the fourth's cock as her tight nethers clung to the Wadsworth's as his hips met hers in a particularly deep thrust, her back arching in pleasure as her hands squeezed the flanking cocks even tighter through a simultaneous downstroke.

	Zinnia had perched herself back on her own stool to observe the spectacle, and she only grew more and more pleased with each added gnome and Aly's response to it.  She was all smiles as she pressed a finger to her transmitter and whispered, "She's at four and performing perfectly, daddy.  She's an absolute natural."  A few whispers later and Zinnia refocused herself on the preoccupied Alyseira, whose skills were already causing the veteran males to twitch as if they were fighting back the urge to blow their loads already.  Aly's arching back had inherently dislodged her barely-clinging dress, exposing her massive tits to all four of the generous participants.  It was the last opening Zinnia needed, and there was no doubt in her mind as she waved for two more males.

<Fizzer III>

	Fizzer could feel his lungs beginning to ache as he allowed himself to be smothered in the depths of Pemka's plush tits, but to tear himself away from such heaven would've been a true crime as his hips arched up to meet Kinny's downward bobs.  Both of the tailor's hands curled around the redhead to give both cheeks of her ass a firm, hungry squeeze, prompting a husky moan from the female.  Her own hands pushed on either side of her tits to squeeze him between them even tighter, and just as he was about to run out of air she pulled back, allowing him to gasp briefly for air before her right nipple mashed itself against his lips.  Fizzer's instinct took over as he swallowed as much of her pink areola as he could, suckling and flicking her nipple with his tongue as he kneaded and pulled at her cheeks to his heart's content.

	Kinny's own moans hummed tenderly against his shaft as her lips sucked tight around his cock.  Her tongue swirled around his vein-ridden length as it pulsed hotly in her mouth and down her throat.  One hand ever-so-tenderly fondled one of his hair-covered balls, then the other in turn with each hungry swallow.  Her free hand happily slid between her own legs to plunge two fingers into herself, never once halting her rhythmic feast.

	Pobbletock and Dartin were each quite distracted by their own ladies, at least until a humming met Pobbletock's ear.  A touch of his transmitter and a wide smile crossed his face as he whispered, "Fizzer is coming along well, too.  The finale will tell all."  After a few moments the speaker went quiet, and even with the gnome sliding up and down his cock Pobbletock leaned forward past Fizzer and Pemka to make eye contact with Dartin once again.  Dartin peered through the spread legs of his green-haired goddess to exchange a glance and a nod with Pobbletock, and a moment later both gnomes gave their girls a firm spank to their backsides.  As if rehearsed, both girls pulled themselves off their partners' cocks, and with a skillful shift they both had themselves seated on the arm of their masters' chairs facing the occupied Fizzer.  Both girls smiled at each other as they reached out to gently grasp Fizzer's hands and pull them reluctantly away from Pemka's ass.

	Fizzer did not fight the gesture, though the simultaneous and sudden occurrence of intense warmth and wetness against his hands gave him pause.  His eyes opened as he continued to suckle, and a glance both ways showed that both girls had plunged two of his fingers into their dripping nethers, while his thumbs had been guided and pressed into their slicked, pink puckers between their pillowy asses.  The tailor grinned into the soft flesh of his lover as both hands began to rapidly pump back and forth, plunging his fingers rapidly and intensely in and out of all four holes, quickly producing a series of loud, pleasurable moans from the both of them... at least until Dartin and Pobbletock silenced them with hungry kisses.  Both girls' hips moved in unison against his magical fingers, and soon enough their own backs began to arch as they writhed and ground against his skillful touch.

	All four female gnomes appeared to be in absolute bliss as they took Fizzer for everything he was worth, and the tailor seemed perfectly at home smothered beneath the buxom beauties.  Fingers, cock, and lips all working overtime to please his lustful mates to great effect.  Again his eyes closed as his hips began to buck even harder down Kinny's throat, and for a brief moment his lips left Pemka's nipple to huskily breathe, "Level eight, Kinny...!"

	The red-haired gnome quickly whipped his cock out of her throat, and without skipping a beat she stood, whirled herself around, and pressed his drooling cockhead squarely against her pink pucker.  A loud, husky moan left her lips as she slowly sat herself down onto his slicked shaft, and she only got louder as inch after fat inch disappeared inside her tight hole.  Even the seasoned Kinny struggled to squeeze that last inch into her rump, but as she did her plush ass smothered his lap and crotch with its softness.  Her hands reached up and around Pemka's belly to grab handfuls of her massive tits to hold onto as she began to lift up just a few inches, only to plunge right back down in his lap with another squeaking moan.

	Fizzer gasped and groaned hard as Kinny's incredible ass swallowed Fizzer's thick cock, and less than four downward bobs in Fizzer felt as if he teetered on the brink of absolute bliss.  His eyes squeezed shut tight as he smothered himself in Pemka's nipple, all while his hands thrusted and teased both girls on the outside.  His fourth fingers attempted to run swift circles over their clits as his pleasure neared the point of overwhelming his senses, and upon Kinny's fifth descent Fizzer no longer could form noise beyond his lustful groans and moans.  All at once, Fizzer's fingers squeezed both gnomes tight, while his lips tightened sharply on Pemka's nipple.  A sharp buck of his hips upward met Kinny's last descent, mashing himself as tight against her ass as he could as his thick cock convulsed in blinding pleasure.  As the dam broke, a powerful warmth filled Kinny's ass with a sharp burst of Fizzer's potent cum, followed by another and another as his climax worked to fill her pucker to the brim and beyond, the rest already trickling down his cock over the span of mere moments.

	All four female gnomes moaned in unison, the two at his hands visibly shaking as climaxes ripped through their bodies, while Kinny shivered violently as her nethers leaked with the sweet honey of her own climax. Pemka was the last to reach her finish, but it was no less powerful as her knees buckled over Fizzer, squirting her own nectar over his bare torso as she utterly collapsed in his lap, spent from a mixture of fingerfucking herself and the sensitivity of her worn out nipples.

<Alyseira III>

	The pink-haired gnome showed no signs of struggle as she swallowed cocks with both sets of lips simultaneously.  The sensory overload was almost too much for her to bear as her body remained in constant motion between the four males.  Her mind began to simply drown in sheer pleasure with the feelings of back and forth perpetual motions overriding just about any other sense of touch.  Aly was so enveloped that she couldn't even feel it as the four gnomes lifted her body straight up off the stool without even remotely breaking their swift fucking.

	A fifth robed gnome, this one with a pelt of silver chest hair and matching pubes around a curved, uncut cock wasted no time in clambering beneath her, his baby blue banana hammock already having been shed as he positioned himself perfectly beneath her raised body.  As the others began to lower her, the fifth's already-slicked cock found its exposed head pressed tightly against her backdoor.

	Aly's eyes shot open almost immediately at the new sensation... only to close once more and nod against the cock that plunged back down her throat.  The males needed no further permission as they lowered her even more, the fifth's cock slowly and steadily pushing its way into her tight asshole inch by slender inch.  It wasn't long before her half-covered back came to rest upon the fifth gnome's toned torso, and in turn his hands reached up on both sides of her to cling to her massive tits as he began to thrust up into her ass right in time with the rest of them.

	The heat of Aly's arousal grew hotter and hotter with each additional thrust and cock introduced to her.  Any logical thought had been buried deep inside her mind, replaced by the sheer lustful instinct to pleasure and be pleasured.  The combined musk of the five males was all she could smell.  The taste of the second's cock was all her tongue could taste.  The second's swinging balls were all that filled her gaze as he plunged into her mouth again and again, her own saliva coating his hairless balls as they gently smacked against her face.  Her supported legs were practically numb with pleasure, and all she could hear were the intense grunts, groans and moans of the quintet of males.  Truly, the heaven that enveloped her body could get no more intense....

	... until the feeling of a sixth and final gnome, this one smaller than the rest with jet black curls surrounding his comparatively short, albeit impressively thick, cock, met her soft, bouncing belly.  His slender legs gingerly straddled her abdomen as he completely shed his robes, though there was no way for Aly to actually see him.  His thick cock smacked slickly squarely between her voluptuous tits, while the fifth male beneath her firmly squished the orbs along either side of the heated tool.  Both of the sixth's hands reached out to grasp and squeeze at Aly's nipples as he began to sharply thrust himself between her plush tits rapidly and greedily, grunting louder than the rest as he worked hard to catch up with the other five in their arousal.  His cockhead rarely saw the light of day from within her cavernous cleavage, though the occasional thrust would splash a rope of precum out from between them to land along Aly's neck and upper chest.

	Truly, Aly's body was smothered by the voracious sextet.  In the heat of such wonderful, overwhelming sensations, Alyseira could no longer hold herself back.  Her body quaked and quivered heavily amongst the six of them as her grip turned to iron around the cocks in her hands.  Her quim, ass, and lips all sucked tight to the invading cocks, and with a muffled squeak her nethers erupted with her love nectar, squirting viciously over the first gnome's thick cock in her delight.

	The added tightness was more than the first gnome could bear, and the sight of Aly losing her control was all he needed.  In a lustful frenzy his cock whipped out of her squirting cunny just before a powerful burst erupted from his cockhead over her to splatter her belly with white hot cum.

	That first eruption was like the toppling of dominoes for the rest of the gnomes.  The pair in her hands swelled hotly just before splattering her arms and tits with their own series of outpours of cum.  The cock in her throat suddenly and sharply buried itself to the hilt as the gnome convulsed and flooded her throat with cum, his legs staggering and inherently withdrawing his cock, all the while painting her throat and mouth white, while his last few bursts splattered her face and streaked her pink hair with sticky white.  The gnome beneath her squeezed her tits as tight as could be as his cock buried itself deep in her ass, only for another heated burst to fill it to the brim until it forced itself out from between their tight connection.  Last but not least, the cock between her tits thrusted relentlessly back and forth.  With what little control Aly had, she lifted her head up to look at him... only for a powerful shot to land squarely between her eyes, which she closed as quickly as she could to relinquish her body to the pleasure yet again.  Her hips bucked and shook violently in the open air as she continued to squirt her own nectar up against the first gnome as he braced himself against another stool.  All seven gnomes were in sheer and utter bliss.

<Reunion>

	Less than half an hour since the couple's arrival and the party was in full swing.  Male and female gnomes alike flitted from room to room, socialized in the main room, and even happily fucked themselves silly atop the second floor railing.  It was hardly unusual to catch sight of a female streaked with a male's cum after enjoying the throes of lovemaking, but as Aly slowly staggered out of the ladies' parlor her appearance was quick to turn heads.  Her pink hair was quite matted and faded by the numerous males' cum, and much of her body was quite sticky after having been unloaded upon.  The slinky dress that had been around her waist was now bunched up in one hand and dragged behind her, leaving her completely nude among the plethora of other gnomes.  Whispers flooded through the crowd as she passed, soon accompanied by cheers and compliments from numerous other gnomes, much to Aly's true delight.  She couldn't hide the dreamy smile amidst her afterglow, her free hand reaching up to wave at a few of her admirers, some of which even asked permission for level two, three, and four greetings.  She didn't deny a single kiss or grope of her bountiful assets, though eventually she did rest a hand on a nearby male gnome to ask, "P-p-pardon... you haven't seen my daddy around, have you?"

	As if on cue, a naked Fizzer came tottering out from the males' parlor with a cheerful smile on his own bearded face.  Potent-smelling nectar coated his hands and chest, and aside from his hair being matted with sweat and his relinquished robes slung over one shoulder he wasn't too much worse for the wear.  His own gaze flitted here and there until it finally settled on the cheerful Alyseira, and as quick as he could he strode across the room and wrapped his arms around his daughter without hesitation.  "There's my baby girl!" he cooed in her ear.  "You look... quite ravishing!  Or ravished?" he added teasingly.

	Alyseira giggled as she nuzzled into his shoulder and nodded, taking a deep inhale of her father's musky scent.  She could smell the nectar on him probably as easily as he could smell the cum on her, but neither father nor daughter seemed to mind in the slightest.  Both gnomes were quietly surprised that such a lewd event had not revolted the other, and at the same time the both of them felt more alive and in love than they could remember.  Neither could speak it, but there would surely be time for it later.  "Both," Aly finally whispered with an impish giggle.  "You look about the same.  Just less... cummy."

	"The poison of being a male I guess," he quipped and hugged her once more, absently giving her cum-covered ass a tender squeeze.  "Have fun with Zinnia I take it?"

	"Sorta," she admitted and drew back to arm's length with her father.  "She knows how to pick 'em anyway... but I haven't seen her in a while, come to think of it."  Aly glanced down at herself and her own hands briefly before adding, "Crap, I think I left the T.O.T.E.M. II in there, too."

	"I don't think you did, sweetie," Fizzer mumbled as he caught notice of a throng of gnomes crowding around the far corner of the main room.  Humming, thrumming, and gear grinding noises could be heard from where they stood, but even among the crowd of short gnomes the device couldn't be seen.  Occasionally a streak of black hair popped up above the throng, only to disappear just as quickly, accompanied by an almost scream-like moan of pleasure.  "I, um, think she found the gyrocockter in there."

	"Huh," Aly remarked dreamily.  "So she did.  I guess it was a success."

	"Indeed it was!" called out a particularly cheerful, and just as naked, Wentworth Pobbletock.  His hands clapped down on both gnomes' shoulders as he let out a hearty laugh.  "She's been on that thing for the past twenty minutes, and I severely doubt she'll be stopping anytime soon.  That device is marvelous!  So many gadgets and gizmos inside, and not a one seems bad!  Gnomes are already forming lines to try it out!  The only reason anyone stops using it is when they simply can't handle another orgasm!"

	Fizzer and Aly exchanged cheerful looks and bowed their heads humbly.  "We're honored to be of service," the added in unison.

	Pobbletock was all smiles as he planted happy kisses on each gnome's cheek.  "I am very pleased to say that, even disregarding the invention, you both passed your second trials with flying colors!  I've never seen Wadsworth put out of commission so thoroughly by a pussy before, and I don't think Kinny will be able to sit down for a few days!  They both gave you two glowing recommendations.  I think we'll arrange the third trial as soon as possible!"

	Another exchange of happy glances crossed between the father and daughter couple, with Aly piping up first.  "We're honored, High Gnomason!  But, uh... if I may ask... how many trials are there, actually?"

	A coy smirk crossed Pobbletock's face.  "Oh, just a dozen in all.  Nothing to worry about."