Allen woke up with his face half-buried in fluffy fur.
It took a second to realize it was Fina's tail. The second realization? She was sitting on his lap like it was her favorite chair. And third? He had no pants.
"Uhh… morning?"
Fina stretched like a cat and purred, "Morning~ You were hugging my tail all night."
"…It smelled nice."
"I washed it in flower juice, duh. Not letting you nuzzle dirty fluff."
Allen blinked. "We're starting the day like this, huh?"
She wiggled on him. "You're warm~"
He was also very naked. Very... exposed to the elements. Also the drumbeats from Lustfest were still echoing faintly, and from somewhere down the road:
"Ahhh~ aaaah~ harder~!"
Allen sighed. "And they're *still* going…"
He got up, adjusted his very professional loincloth (took a bit of practice), and Fina smacked his butt with her tail as he walked.
"Pervert," she giggled.
"You were the one grinding on me in your sleep!"
As they stepped out of the hut, Allen's foot landed on something sticky.
He froze. "Fina. Please tell me I just stepped on fruit."
She looked down and snorted. "Nope. That's festival slime. It's… uh, natural. You don't wanna know."
"I regret asking."
He wiped his foot on a suspiciously placed grass mat and tried not to gag.
Just then, a few beastkin girls walked by, giggling and whispering.
"Ohhh, it's the guy with the cock magic~*"
"I saw him use it on Kael! Kael was holding his nuts like they were cursed!"
Allen gave them finger guns. "Ladies."
They squealed and ran off. Fina just stared at him. "You really used your third skill on him, huh?"
He smirked. "Testicular Torsion. Don't knock it till your enemy's knocked out."
They headed toward the central spring again, where a new group of moaning girls had gathered.
"Uuhh~ mnh~ yes~!"
"Ahhh~ that tongue skill! Ahn~!"
Allen blinked. "Wait. Did someone else get a 'Sweet Tongue' too?!"
Fina leaned in. "Nah, that's just Elder Lunara."
He turned, and there she was—**Elder Lunara**, the moaning queen herself in her prime, now supervising the younger girls while sipping a drink like she wasn't surrounded by moans and ass-jiggling.
Allen approached and gave her a nod. "Elder."
"Allen," she said smoothly, eyeing him like a hot spring snack. "Still swinging that famous cock of yours?"
"Still enlarging it for public safety," he replied.
She chuckled. "You remind me of my younger days. I used to make boys faint with my moaning alone."
He blinked. "Can you do it once more, I want to hear it again."
Lunara took a slow sip of her drink, then leaned in and whispered:
"Mmmmmmhh~ aaaaah~! Yesss~!"
Half the nearby crowd looked over. One guy tripped and fell into the hot spring.
Allen gasped. "That was something else.!"
She smirked. "Hehe."
As Allen backed away respectfully from Lunara's vocal power, Fina elbowed him and pointed toward a familiar pair—Mirka and Kael.
Mirka, the girl who looked just like his ex. And Kael, still holding his crotch like Allen had cast a dark spell.
Allen's eyes narrowed. "Time to warm up the Sweet Tongue."
Fina giggled. "Starting your netori plan?"
He nodded. "Crystal cheated. I steal back. Balance restored."
"You sure you don't just like Mirka because she looks like your ex?"
Allen paused. "Maybe. But now it's personal."
And just like that, he strolled over to Mirka, who raised an eyebrow as he approached.
Kael growled, clearly still sore in more ways than one.
Allen grinned. "Hey, Mirka. Wanna see a real skill in action?"
Kael: "Touch her and I'll—"
Allen: "Testicular Torsion."
Kael: "AAAAAAAAAAAHHHH—!"
Mirka covered her mouth, giggling. "You are not normal."
"Never claimed I was."
As Kael rolled on the ground, moaning in pain (the only guy moaning in that way), Allen turned to Fina and said:
"This festival is nuts."
She winked. "Because you keep crushing them."
Kael was on the ground, curled up like a baby armadillo, hands glued to his manhood as if Allen might cast Testicular Torsion again.
"Why do they vibrate...?" he whimpered. "They're humming like a cursed flute…"
Allen took a casual sip from a coconut shell, watching with the calm of a man who had already ruined someone's entire reproductive system before breakfast. "Just your nuts echoing in 4D, bro. Side effect of being mid-tier."
From the hot springs behind them came another long, drawn-out moan.
"Mmmmh~ aaaaah~! Oh, right there, deeper~!"
Allen flinched. "Again? That one shook the trees."
Fina strutted over with a grin, hips swaying and tail bouncing like it had its own soundtrack. She leaned into Mirka, who stood nearby with a suspicious shine still on her thighs.
"Oooh~" Fina whispered, loud enough to summon the gods, "Still got Kael's happy juice clinging to your inner thighs, huh?"
Mirka frowned, slightly pink. "And?"
Fina gasped like she'd just witnessed a crime. "Girl. You didn't wash?"
Mirka blinked. "Wash what?"
Allen turned away, biting his knuckle.
Fina clicked her tongue. "His seed, Mirka! After sex you're supposed to clean that mess! Or you'll be leaking love like a cracked barrel."
Mirka's face twisted. "What the hell does 'clean' mean?"
Fina smiled smugly. "Allen taught me. Aftercare matters. Wipe it, rinse it, sparkle it."
Allen, who absolutely did not teach her any of that, gave a thumbs-up. "Uh, yeah. Sanitation's sexy."
Mirka gave him a weird look. "So you're telling me you wash your balls like you're prepping them for dinner?"
Fina snorted. "You should've seen him yesterday—he was scrubbing like his life depended on it."
Allen, sweating now. "It might have, depending on what I stepped in…"
Mirka looked down at her thighs, then at Fina. "But… nobody does that here."
Fina beamed. "That's why y'all smell like fermented regrets by morning."
Mirka scoffed. "Better than sounding like a heat-crazed squirrel. Heard you last night, humping your tail and moaning, 'Mmm~ yesss~ rub my fluff~'"
Fina gasped. "EXCUSE YOU—that was purring. And Allen's the one who gropes my tail like it owes him money!"
Allen coughed. "Your tail was in my face, what was I supposed to do? Ignore it? I'm not a monk."
Mirka smirked. "I also heard something else. Sounded like slurping. Like... backdoor kind."
Fina didn't even flinch. She just smiled, dreamy-eyed. "He ate me out like a starved beast."
Allen went full statue. "Fina—!"
Mirka's face twisted in shock. "You let him eat your ass?! That's... that's dirty!"
Fina's tail wagged proudly. "Dirty? Girl, it was divine. Like being kissed by the gods right on the hole of life."
Allen turned around. "I hate how poetic you made that sound."
Fina added with a sigh, "I saw heaven. It had tongues and no shame."
Mirka looked like she was reconsidering everything. "You're freaks."
Fina grinned. "Happy, moaning freaks."
Suddenly, another wild moan pierced the sky.
"YEEESSS~! SHAKE MY WOMB, BOY~!"
All three turned toward the hot springs.
Fina sighed. "Elder must've found a fresh recruit."
Allen winced. "That poor guy's pelvis is never gonna be the same."
Kael let out a broken whimper. "At least he still has a pelvis…"
Mirka raised an eyebrow. "Why is our elder always screaming like she's possessed?"
Fina shrugged. "She says moaning keeps her young."
Allen squinted. "She's gonna live forever then."
Fina elbowed Mirka. "Seriously though, girl, get cleaned. That crusty thigh glaze you're rocking? Not cute."
Mirka shot back, "You keep talking like you're some semen sommelier. Bet you don't even know what soap is."
Fina smirked. "I don't need soap. I got Allen."
Allen choked again. "Why am I being used like magical Febreze?"
Mirka rolled her eyes. "You two deserve each other."
Kael let out a high-pitched squeak. "Help…"
Fina waved. "Come on, Allen. Let's leave before she starts dripping again."
Allen followed her, muttering, "This tribe needs hygiene lessons… and earplugs."
Fina whispered with a wink, "And maybe another round of Sweet Tongue later?"
Allen: "Woman, I am one moan away from PTSD."