Thrash and Gnash

Thrash narrowly ducked a punch thrown by his twin sister Gnash. She tried to reel back her arm to defend but the gloved fist of her brother hit her across the face. Gnash stumbled back but remained on her feet. The crowd roared in excitement at this. The long awaited boxing match between the radical duo who gave themselves the stage names of Thrash Panda and Gnash Panda had been much anticipated. While neither had perfect track records and were ranked relatively low, their colorful personalities and garish outfits were always a crowd pleaser. The siblings had entered into the LBBA at the same time and both became popular soon after. The LBBA was famous, sometimes infamous, for its very lax rules and matching system. Boxing matches in this association seemed to be more like professional wrestling matches with a focus on punching. Very, very few rules exist. This led to many fighters kicking, bringing in weapons, and in some cases using magic. 

“Don't tell me youre gassing out now.” Thrash taunted as he shuffled his feet. He was a trash panda of average height and athletic build. What made him stand out was his sense of style which many would call retro. He was flaunting a neon pink headband, crop top shirt, and leg warmers. Aside from that he had on highlighter yellow trunks to complete his look. His hair was styled into what he hoped was a radical mullet. While he lived the 80s would never die. His sister Gnash favored the same style, but given her female anatomy, she preferred neon spandex suits and high-cut one piece bathing suits. Aside from the anatomical differences obvious with being female she was a mirror of her brother in size and style. At a glance it looked like someone was fighting a gender-swapped version of oneself.

“Nah, I'm just stunned that my bro’s punches are so weak.” She said as she pounded her gloved fists together. 

“Sounds like I need to up the tempo.”

Gnash took on a defensive stance as she knew what this meant. Thrash put on his headphones and smacked his walkman. A classic song flooded his ears. The sister knew this was her brother's special move, the rhythm punch. When he had music going in his ears he could punch harder and faster. She reasoned she could predict his movements but the roar of the crowd drowned out any hopes she had to know what song was now fueling her brother. He moved in and threw a rapid series of vicious punches. She did her best to bob and weave out of the way but soon was caught up in the assault, her head and body taking a beating as punch after punch rained down on her. The force was too much and she fell back, landing on her shapely rump with a muffled thud. 

Thrash struck a pose, as he always did at the end of his special, and now nodded his head in time to the beat of the song. Gnash sat down and recovered for a moment. She was far from done with the fight but this brief respite was welcome. Looking up she saw her brother mouthing words. At the halfway point of the ten count she knew for a fact what song he was listening to as he mouthed out about a lucky star. She shot to her feet and the bout continued. Once more her brother was a slave to the beat and he attacked to the tempo. This time his sister was ready and she was able to dodge and block his assault. Once it was finished Gnash knew her brother would once again pose. He moved his hands away from a fighting position and to a silly dance move. She reeled her hand back to deliver a monster of an uppercut to his gut. She had committed all her strength to the punch when she saw that Thrash had jumped as part of his celebration. Now the gut punch was going to hit lower. 

Even through her padded boxing glove she could feel the twin orbs of his family jewels as they impacted on her fist. They deformed slightly as they were pressed against his pelvis. He threw his hips back and covered his groin with his own hands to comfort his aching gonads. He wobbled backwards in short embarrassing steps as he struggled to stay on his feet. Gnash put her own gloves to her crotch in sympathy pain. “Shit, I'm sorry. I didn't mean to hit that low. You just jumped and.”

She walked forward, hands away from herself to check on her sibling. Thrash, for his part, was no stranger to low blows. The painfully few rules of LBBA meant crotch shots were very ok, as she could tell from the ecstatic reaction of the female in the audience. The referee, a cow woman and former champion named Holly, did not step in to stop the fight. She did lean in to be able to see if the male would fall to his knees so she would need to stop the fight. This made her very generous breasts strain against her top and the buttons on her black and white striped shirt were giving their  all to hold together. Thrash just wasn't expecting a low blow now. Still, when he saw Gnash walking forward with her defenses down he had an awful idea. When she got close enough, he wound up and shot a punch upward between his sister’s legs. While she had no external organs waiting to be flattened by his fist, he knew he made a painful and solid impact as her hips buckled and she let out a gasp of alarm. She stumbled back, matching her sibling when he took a low blow.

“I didn't know you wanted to win that bad.” Thrash said with a smirk. 

“Not cool.” Answered Gnash through gritted teeth. “I was trying to say sorry. But if you wanna fight dirty, I'm more than happy to oblige.”

The two stood up straighter, waves of pain still coursing through both of their bodies. They continued the fight, now playing things a little more defensively. The sister wanted to turn up the aggression and attempted a heavy right handed punch, but her brother moved in and checked the attack with a clinch. She was annoyed by this and tried to push out, only for a new wave of pain to explode between her legs. Thrash had taken this opportunity while in close quarters to start delivering hard knees to her privates. She lurched forward with each impact. He continued again and again, his hard knee cap colliding mercilessly with her tender womanhood. With a yell of feminine pain she shoved Thrash back and cupped herself. She could feel a creeping nausea overtake her as her strength was leaving her legs. She fought on, not wanting to let her sibling win. He shot his leg up, trying to put her down with a finishing kick to the vag. She was able to move in time and catch his leg, holding it upwards as she squeezed it against her body.

Thrash hopped unsteadily for a bit, unable to move. Gnash, however, moved in and started throwing punch after punch to her brother’s  now exposed crotch with her free hand. The poor male tried desperately to protect himself, but his awkward position left him completely at her mercy. She showed none as she continued to hammer away, using his nuts as a makeshift speed bag. Only once his standing leg gave out did the attacks stop. He collapsed to the ground holding his throbbing balls, while rolling back and forth on his back in a desperate attempt to sooth the pain. Only when he heard the ref counting did he remember where he was and what he was doing. He looked up and saw two massive breasts hanging over him as Holly counted out, each time she said a new number she waved her hand, making her overstuffed shirt jiggle again. He rolled over, he poked his butt high in the air and attempted to move his hands underneath him to rise. Through sheer force of will he managed to get back on the count of eight. 

He was surprised to see his sister blushing. “Um, don’t you feel a draft?”

Confused, Thrash looked down and uttered a yelp of shock. His balls had fallen out of his shorts when his legs were being forced apart. There was a rapid flashing of cameras at this lewd display. He desperately tried to put his genitals back in his trucks, but his bulky gloves made him fumble aimlessly. His face turned as beet red as it could under his fur. “Hey, can we get some time out?”

Gnash, felt a little uncomfortable about how much she enjoyed this sight. Still, she was able to find some solace at seeing her sibling so embarrassed without pondering on the sexual nature of that feeling. Nothing wrong about that right? “No, you can't. I got a big advantage now with your targets fully exposed.” And they are really nice to look at, she added in her head. Gnash did have trouble looking away.

Still desperately trying to fix his clothing. “Come on Glenda.” Thrash pleaded.

“We said no birth names, Gilbert. Now stop touching your junk and fight.”

He looked to the ref for any help, only for her to give him a giggle and a shrug. “Wardrobe malfunction don’t suffice to stop a fight, honey. Now, come on, eyes on the balls. I mean game."

The fumbling and comments from Holly gave Thrash a stiffy. Gnash chuckled “You love those big tits, uh? Is that all it takes to make you hard? Are you eager to lock yourself in your room, like when we were teens? Please excuse my brother, he always had trouble keeping his hands away from his junk."

Reluctantly he straightened up, rationing that everything was already being seen anyway. He felt awkward as his orange sized nuts bounced feely against his legs as he walked forward. A hard punch to his face dispelled his embarrassment as he still knew he had to fight. He tried to get back into the rythm of boxing but found the new metronome swaying between his legs threw off his tempo. He attempted a few sloppy hooks that his sister dodged easily. One particularly bad punch managed to go wide and hit the ref who was standing too close. She grimaced in pain as her breasts were compressed painfully back. The impact was too much for her already straining buttons and they popped out, letting her bountiful cleavage spill out. The only thing keeping her nipples from being exposed was her black lace bra. Thrash started to stutter out an apology. “It was an accident, I swear.”

Seeing that her brother was totally distracted, Gnash had a wonderful idea. She got into position as he was flustered looking at the ref. Moving down she shot a quick jab to his exposed nutsack. This had the desired effect of pushing his gonads back enough to smack against his butt. As they swung back towards her, she delivered her true haymaker and with all her might she punched forward again, focusing on his right testicle only. The combined movement of the ball's forward momentum and the devastating strength of her punch produced more nut crunching power than she could have hoped for otherwise. Her poor brother found this to be too much to stomach and he fell hard, his face hitting the mat with his butt once more in the air. He groaned as a uniquely male pain washed over him. He writhed in agony for a few brief moments. That was definitely one of the hardest crotch shots he had ever taken. Pain was his entire world as his mind was filled with the image of his battered ball having been popped like a balloon. To his relief it still had its round shape, albeit much more swollen. He was unsure how much more he could take. This was compounded when Gnash gave a hard quick stomp to his already battered jewels. He screamed once more in pain. “It was an accident.” She said unsympathetically. 

“It's an accident.” Holly said in a huff as she tried and failed to fix her top.

Once he was brought back to reality he couldn't help but utter the word “Mommy?” before he shook his head to clear himself. Pushing against the ground, he managed to bring himself to his feet and the fight continued. His mind raced for a way to turn this fight around he could turn this around. He then realized he shouldn't be the only one giving the crowd an eyeful. As the fight continued Gnash scoffed “You always were a momma’s boy.”

Moving in with all the endurance he could muster, he brought his fist back to ready a punch. Instinctively the female moved her hands to cover her pussy. This didn't matter to Thrash as he threw a punch upwards that sailed past her womanhood and hit the underside of her breasts. The accidental titbust from before may have helped save him by giving him this idea. The sudden jarring impact forced both mammary glands outside of their neon cloth covering and into the open air. Once more the ring became a strobe light of rapidly flashing lights to capture Gnash’s wobbly goodness. Trying to ignore the pain, she groped herself in vain to find the hem of her top and cover her chest, only succeeding in bouncing her generous booba for the crowd to cheer at. Blood rushed to her face and she felt like she would die of embarrassment. She tried to stammer out a question for a time out, but her question died on her lips as she saw her brother wind up for another hit. She didn't have time to move her hands or dodge. 

Thrash knew about the power of a liver punch, but he wanted to try out a slightly different maneuver. He aimed his fist towards the woman's abdomen and hit with all his remaining power. He felt a small bump collide with his glove as he hit her body, letting him know he managed to hit his mark. He had directed all his force into her left ovary. This had the desired effect and Gnash stumbled back holding herself. It took all of her energy to not puke right on the ring. She felt like every bit of her body was screaming out in agony. The only thought running through her head was just wanting this pain to stop. She was in so much gut wrenching agony that she didn't even realize she had fallen to her knees. Slowly, painfully, agonizingly she managed to force herself upright and in a standing position again. Despite the pain Thrash felt a jolt run through him at seeing her topless. The next jolt of pain, however, helped to keep his lust down

Both siblings stood gingerly, hunched over and hyperventilating. Pain wrapped both of them as their bodies screamed at them to give up and stop. But their stubborn fighting spirit prevented them both from conceding. “Don't hold it against me if you can't have kids.” Gnash said, forcing a smirk on her face. 

Thrash let out a soft chuckle. No matter the result of this battle he would be happy knowing they both gave it their all. “I was gonna say the same thing, sis.”

The raccoons stood up and ran at each other with all the speed their shaking legs could muster. They had both decided to risk everything on one last swing. Thrash swung full force into his last target, aiming to break the ovary he had hit last time. When his punch landed home he could feel the small bump on her abdomen deflate and deform. Like an egg shattering he felt it give way and it was no more. Gnash had swung a hard uppercut between her brother's legs. She felt the hefty beaten orb be pushed up against the hard bone of his hip. Putting her all behind the swing she kept going and could feel it flatten more and more. With a sickening squelch it gave way and her fist went the extra distance to touch his pelvic bone.

After both had finished their simultaneous attack they felt the damage they had taken. They wanted to cry out in agony as their anatomy had been crushed but blissful unconsciousness took them before they could suffer too long. The shock to their bodies was overwhelming to the raccoon twins. They slumped forwards onto each other. Their legs gave out and both hit the mat, with half their reproductive capabilities.

Some time later they were in the same hospital room, in two beds next to each other, legs held out stretched so as to not agitate their damaged crotches. They had been watching a provided television that announced that the match ended in a draw.

“Look, look, your knees clearly hit the mat first!” Gnash said impetuously.

“Whatever, look at your eyes in the replay, you're out cold way before me.” Thrash argued back.

They both locked eyes and stared daggers at each other. Until a smirk caused a full on laugh to break out between the two of them.

“Radical fight, sis!”

“Tubular! And thanks to our awesome health  insurance we can have our bits healed back soon enough.”

“Then we can do some skating as we planned, I can't wait to…” Gnash was cut off by a wave of pain brought on but too much movement.  “I think I can wait.”

In between the two beds they noticed that a card with two round balloons was left for them. It was awkward and painful to reach but Thrash had managed it. Looking inside he was shocked to see a photograph of Holly in a rather skimpy looking one piece swimsuit. Written on the photo was the phrase "Get well soon, champ." He couldn't help but admire how the tight top fabric of the swimsuit squished her breasts together, making them practically spill out. If he looked close enough, he swore he could see a touch of areola. And at that his groin started to send him new waves of agony. He wasn't patched up yet. He placed the photo on the table and it was snatched up by his sister. She, predictably, had the same reaction. They both groaned in agony. 

"Nice to see I'm still able to get babes." Thrash said, forcing a smile. 

"What? You hit her honkers. Why'd she want you?"

"Must be my masculine charm." He said, his smile shifting to a smug grin.

"Right now you're at half your masculine charm. Besides, she totally was giving me the bedroom eyes in the ring. You just couldn't see from the floor." 

"Well, you got lucky because her hotness did make me distracted in the fight. I was totally just flustered by her." Thrash retorted defensively, trying to deny the looks he accidentally gave his sister. 

"I mean yeah totally. She's bodacious. I would definitely not want you to be looking at me like that." She said, almost deflated. 

There was a short awkward silence in the room. This was broken by Gnash saying "I'm keeping the picture. I'm the champ she's referring to!"

"Like hell you are! You were out cold way before me. Gimme it!"

"Your knees hit the floor first." Both gripped either end of the picture and tried to pull, but gut wrenching pain stopped the fight very quickly.

"Rock paper scissors for it?" Thrash asked weakly. 

"Yeah" Gnash said, trying to keep her lunch down. "In a few minutes."

Journey's of Cave Cyrus

The world is young. Fledgling gods had just seeded this planet with life. Organisms had only recently begun to crawl from the oceans and claim the land as their new home. Species developed and battled. The war that is survival was an everyday struggle. Some species, not being as large and strong as the dominant dinosaurs, took to crafting tools and banding to thrive. One of these species was the dragon. While some continued to walk on four legs, others became bipedal. They grew to rely on simple implements to overcome the raw strength of others. This was still a far cry from civilization. This was the young world.

Cyrus sat besides the dying flame, gnawing on the last pieces of meat of his latest hunt. His long sharp teeth scapred the bone, his rough battle hardened hide reflected the light of his cooking fire, and for now his stomach was full. He was a dragon. He had ventured far from his homeland and this was the first time in months he could relax. While he loved his home and his people a strong wanderlust that he could not deny took over. If he never regretted leaving his home, he still yearned for companionship. Once his meal was complete he tossed the remaining bone aside. It clattered against his hard wood club. Looking at the simple weapon he couldn't help but remember when he acquired it. He was with his hunting partner and mate. She was smaller than him, but no less fierce. The two of them had just finished taking down a Long Neck, a beast whose head peered above the clouds. Once it had fallen the whole tribe feasted. With a full belly the two of them felt their passion ignite. 

Cyrus was brought back from his remonicing as he felt his now swelling dick lift up his loincloth. Normally he would have to stop here, but he felt safe in this isolated cave. Pushing his modest clothing aside he gripped his penis and went back to his memories. He recalled the night they spent together afterwards. He recalled the feel of her rough scaly skin, the way her muscles flexed and coiled when she moved, the scent and taste of her. His hand grew faster as it glided up and down his shaft, the barbs on his dick having fully erect. He let out a moan of pleasure while letting his imagination run wild. In his mind he was touching his mate all over, grabbing and fondling every inch of her. He remembered how good it felt to slide his dick inside her and hear her screams of wild pleasure. Cyrus shifted and moved to his knees, one hand pumping his dick and the other kneading his full testicles. In his mind his mate was looking him in the eye and commanding him to give her an egg. She wanted to bear him a child and he was more than willing to please her. He pumped harder, wanting to shoot his seed and relive that moment with her. He tried and tried, feeling himself on the edge of climax. Just when he was about to reach a powerful orgasm, he lost it. His pumping became slower and frustration replaced lust. Bringing himself back to the now where he sat alone in a cave. Looking down at his twitching cock he knew he couldn't finish. He let out a snort of resignation as he stood full.

Seeking to walk off his frustration Cyrus picked up his club. It was a long piece of hardened wood. The numerous dents and scratches spoke of his heavy use. Stepping into the light of day the sight of his new home greeted him. His cave overlooked the vast blue of the ocean but just behind that was an ocean of green. Mega trees and foliage as far as his eye could see. The cacophony of birds, insects, and more dangerous things was an ever present song. The harsh sun beat down on the dragon's black and gold scales as he journeyed through the thick jungle. His strong bulky muscles flexed as he held his club against his shoulder. The wood of his weapon brushed against his long horns. He ventured in no direction in particular, only wanting to clear his head.

He stopped in his tracks as he heard a familiar noise. He was confused to hear the sound of a rope tightening. Before he had time to think too much about it his arm exploded in pain. The dragon stumbled back and saw a small spear sticking out of his bicep. Teeth bared in rage he looked around, seeking whoever threw the weapon. To his surprise he saw three bizarre creatures move out behind trees. They had neither scale or fur. Skin was bare, protected by only patches of hair on their head, underarms, and groin. They were shaped much like his fellow dragons with two arms, two legs, and an upright posture. They still lacked the tail and horn he was accustomed to. Yet, Cyrus found himself seeing an odd beauty in them. One had hair as red as fire and skin as pale as the moon, her bare skin spotted with small orange dots. Another had olive skin with jet black hair. The last was fair skinned with hair of gold. The creatures held up recurved sticks and began to pull on string tied to either ends of them. Once more Cyrus heard the sound of tightening rope. He didn't understand the mechanisms behind it but knew that more tiny spears would follow.

Cyrus let out a ferocious draconic roar. The sound shook the trees and made the bare skin creatures take a step back as though the noise itself was a tangible force that shook them. This was all the reptile needed as he dashed forward, swinging his club wildly. The fire haired woman narrowly missed the tremendous impact by throwing herself backwards, her sprawled body giving Cyrus a quick peek at her matching red pubic hair. The dragon had no time to admire the sight as he had to swing once more at the black haired woman who now brandished a stone tipped spear. She was forced on the defensive as she stepped back and managed to stay one step ahead of the reptile's chaotic swings. Cryus reared his club back and readied one more blow, only for his weapon to be held in place. Looking back he saw the golden haired woman forcing his weapon to be held still. Her muscles flexed and bulged as she struggled to match strength with the reptile. Cyrus thought he could wrench it free, but the time required to do so would leave him open for attack. 

He chose to let go, making the blonde woman fall back as her pulling was now unopposed. Cyrus barely had time to move away as the pointed stone of the spear grazed his side, opening a shallow cut. The woman didn't let up, stabbing and slashing with her weapon with a primal fury. Unbecoming of his size the reptile managed to keep his large body out of harm's way with quick movements. When the black haired woman thrust her spear again, Cyrus grabbed at the head and pulled with all his strength. Keeping grip on her weapon she was forced forward, only to be flipped head over heels as the muscled forearm of the dragon crashed into her face. The fire haired creature dashed forward and threw her foot between cyrus’ legs. Her foot smashed fruit sized testicles into pelvis, leaving Cyrus to use all his strength to not collapse into a heap. Although his manhood cried out in agony he knew that if he gave in here he was as good as dead. Cyrus reached forward and placed one arm on the woman's shoulder. His other arm went lower and squeezed at the female's womanhood. The shocked and pained gasp that left her ruby colored lips did give the male a sense of satisfaction. He then lifted the female above his head and tossed her with all his might deeper into the jungle, where her momentum was stopped by the bark of a tree.

Panting and sweating Cryus was alarmed when he heard the tightening of rope again. He turned to see the golden haired one pulling on the tied stick again. The dragon threw up his arms defensively and grimaced as the shaft of wood buried itself into his forearm. 

“Damned tiny spear!” He growled as he grabbed at it to pull it out.

The blonde gasped. “It talk?”

The redhead, having recovered quickly, limped forward. She motioned for her friends to back off and they did so. She rubbed her sore crotch once before standing up straight. “You speak?”

“Yes.” Growled the dragon as he snapped the small bloody arrow in his hand and tossed it away. 

“Never seen speaking dino.” She said in amazement. “You come to hunt us?”

Cyrus slapped his chest in a show of pride “Am dragon. And no, me never hunt anything that can talk. Wanted to look around new home.”

The fire haired woman paused for a moment. “Forgiveness. Have had many problem with dino. Thought you one. Let us take you to tribe. Shaman heal you.”

Cyrus glanced around, seeing the remaining two women having adopted a more relaxed stance. He still felt uneasy. This harsh world bred a strong survival sense in him. “Trap?” He questioned bitterly.

The redhead approached, slowly. Her shoulders relaxed and arms outstretched away from her body. Cyrus could now get a better look at this strange hairless creature. Her hair was long, curly, and seemed to flow down to above where her tail would be, were she a dragon. Her breasts bounced gently as she slowly approached, the red of her nipples matching her full lips. The rest of her body was hard with muscle from hard living and this stirred a desire deep within cyrus. He checked these feelings and met the female gaze. Her rich emerald eyes showed no submission, yet also had no hint of killing intent in them. She had no fear as she stood defenseless in front of the reptile who stood a full head taller than her. Her voice did not quiver at all as she spoke. “Peace?”

Seeing no reason to continue this battle he huffed. “Peace.”

As the four trekked through the jungle the women explained about themselves. They were humans. They had made a small area their home, only having simple tents as structures to live in. The population was small, only having around twenty five members. Of particular interest was the tied stick they used against Cyrus.

“Simply pull and let go. Arrow shoot forward.” Explained the red head.

Cyrus nodded, amazed at the ingenuity of these furless creatures. “I use?” 

The female handed over her weapon to which Cyrus examined. He eyed it over before giving the rope a pull. He pulled and pulled until the wood snapped in half. He was silent as all the women eyed him up. He gave an awkward smile as he shrugged. “Sorry.”

The woman all laughed, seeing that a strange creature like him was able to feel embarrassed went a long way to ground him and make him feel more human. Cyrus joined in. Once they quieted down the black haired woman asked a question after seeing the reptile's sharp teeth. “When you fight why dont you bite?”

“I bite” He said matter of fact “Only when I mean to kill. Only kill what I eat.”

The women nodded at this and led him on into their home. Cyrus looked around as he entered the small clearing in the jungle. There were several small huts around. Many other women with different skin tones and hair colored peered at the hulking brute walking through their village. Some grabbed at weapons but a harsh word from the redhead forced them to relax. Of note were some males in the tribe, who seemed to be smaller and much less muscular than the females. Still, they looked ready to defend themselves if needed. Cyrus was led to a hut twice the size of the others. As he entered he was forced to stay hunched, lest his horns rip a hole in the leather of the tent. Inside was hotter than the outside and Cyrus felt his sweat begin again. There were small stone containers of various herbs and plants around. In the darkness of the tent the dragon almost failed to see the dark skinned shaman of the tribe. She was a head shorter than Cyrus and had a plump figure. She was old, with her breasts sagging and skin beginning to wrinkle. Her hair was even more wild than the others, forming into a round shape around her head. The curls of her hair matched that of the hair on crotch, which formed a bush that hid her womanhood as good as a loincloth. The only thing that she had on her body was a necklace which had a single shiny stone that rested between her generous breasts. Her soft body glistened with sweat as she worked herbs into a mixture. The woman Cyrus entered the tribe and explained the situation. The shaman dismissed them and began to work with renewed vigor. Cyrus sat in the tent and watched her work with undivided attention. Now that he isn't fighting for his life his base desires returned. 

The shaman's back was turned and he looked on as her full round ass jiggled as she ground plants into a fine mixture. Cyrus could smell the scent of her sweat, almost taste it in the air. She turned and began to gently rub the herbs into his wounds. They had a soothing effect on him, but he barely noticed that. He couldn't help himself but muttering “Beautiful” 

The woman was taken aback by this, and seeing the dragons swelling manhood showed his words were not hollow. When flaccid his penis would reach to his knees. “It been long time since I mate.” She said shyly. Cyrus was by far the largest male she had ever seen, the males of this tribe being much smaller than the female. The sight of his large twitching penis was as intimidating as it was alluring. Her own olfactory senses were set ablaze as the scent of his musk and her body reacted on its own and moistened her loins.

“No care.” The dragon said as he reached behind the shaman and grabbed at her rump. It was as soft as he imagined it would be and his strong fingers squeezed her behind. She gasped but showed no sign of wanting him to stop. Cyrus was still sitting and he pulled her in, moving his head to press into her plump belly. He stuck out his tongue fully and glided it slowly and greedily along her body. He worked it up to her breast, along her nipple, and ended only when he slid his tongue along her neck. He delighted in the salty taste of her sweat. She let out a hard lusty moan as the sudden sensation overwhelmed her. Cryus wanted more and he lowered his head for another lap of sweat but she pushed out of his grasp and stepped back. She breathed to compose herself. “I cannot.” She sighed. “I want you but.”

She trailed off in thought. “In tribe all must take trial. Find shiney rock and bring back. Shows you are strong. My daughter left and hasn't come back. Every thought makes me worry.”

Cyrus, while disappointed by this interruption, was sympathetic. “I find daughter.”

The woman shook her head and gripped the stone on her necklace. “Is forbidden for tribe to help with trials.”

Cyrus smiled and slapped his chest. “Not human. Not tribe. Can help.”

The woman thought about this. She wanted to argue but could find no fault in his reasoning. She beamed with joy at this. She hopped and wrapped her arms around Cyrus. He was happy to feel her breasts pressed against his body and it took all his restraint to not be on her again. She took off her necklace and placed it on Cyrus. “Will let daughter know you are friend. Her name Kal.” She showed once more her fear. “Please bring her back.”

Cyrus stood up straight, wanting to reassure her with a show of his size and strong body, but stopped when his horns pushed against the top of the tent. He barely managed to stop in time.

The woman giggled. She glided her hand along the dragon's hard dick and licked the flavor of him on her palm. “Bring back daughter and I help with your club.”

Cyrus journeyed through the woods and towards a more mountainous area. He was informed that a cave was filled with these shiney rocks. Cyrus examined the one that the shaman gave to him. It was mostly clear and when sunlight passed through it he could see a small rainbow. While he did admit it was pretty to look at he could think of no practical use for this, figuring the humans only valued the stone for cultural reasons. He neared the cave and he was jolted to hear the sound of tightening rope again. He hooked his thumb under his necklace to show off the stone. “Friend, friend.” He shouted.

There was a moment of silence before the daughter emerged from some foliage. She stood as tall as the other females of the human tribe and she had the hair and skin tone of her mother. Her body was lean with obvious strong muscles showing. She had a few deadly looking stone tipped spears on her back. Save for a scanty loincloth she as naked, gracing the dragon with the sight of her round plump breasts that glistened with a thin sheen of sweat. Suppressing the urge to do to her what he did to her mother he explained the situation. While she was unhappy about the aid, obviously feeling as though she was being viewed as weak by her tribe, she accepted the dragon. 

“Why you no have rock?” Cyrus asked, seeing that she was not wounded.

Kal scowled . “One Eye guard the rock cave. Won't leave unless I kill the beast.”

Letting his club rest on the ground he asked “One Eye?”

“Deadly Rex. Has terrorized tribe for long time. Killed and ate humans. Me took one eye during one attack. Me mean to take his damned head.”

The dragon thought back to his past, his tribe had killed a tyrannosaurus rex before. This, however, had needed the teamwork of the whole tribe. And while the human bow was a strong new weapon Cyrus had doubts it had enough power to kill such a colossus. Looking at the determined woman he knew she wouldn't accept ‘no’ as an answer. Besides, hearing that the dino was killing the humans did stir a protective desire within him. He thought for a moment and devised a simple plan. He explained it to the human who smiled with anticipation.

Cyrus crept towards the cave entrance. He could hear rumblings within, the unmistakable sound of an apex predator in his dwelling. The dragon twisted his neck to either side, giving a satisfying crack on either side, and breathed in deeply. He bellowed a mighty roar, speaking a challenge in a language any beast could understand. This was met by an equally fierce cry of outrage from within the rock cave. There were a few heavy footsteps before the rex came barrowling outward in a furious dash. The monster stood twice as tall as the dragon, its teeth a hellish nightmare of daggers that were doubtless the last things many a creature had seen in this world, and its entire body was a testament to a single minded build to hunt and kill. Cyrus knew that if he were to face such a beast in single one on one combat he would stand no chance. He had to use the gifts the gods gave him and other races like him. Teamwork.

He waited until the last moment before throwing himself out of the monster's way. The rex couldn't stop its momentum and smashed into a tree. This barely phased the beast and it started to turn to face its challenger. With a warcry the human lept from the tree and landed bodily onto its back, burying her spear as deep as her muscles would allow her into the back of the rex. She aimed to sever its spine but it seemed her aim was off as it thrashed and forced her to the ground. She rolled and managed to avoid taking much damage. The rex loomed over her and opened its great jaw, looking to bite her in half. It got dangerously close to a killing blow Cyrus threw all of his might into a swing. Thunder sounded as the wooded club smashed into the hard bone of the beast. It howled in pain and stumbled back. It then turned and swung its tail.

Cyrus felt the impact of eight tons of scaley force hammer against his chest. He was flung backward, only stopping when his back met a tree. Dazed, he stumbled to his feet, leaving his club on the ground. He was shocked awake as he saw One Eye with his mouth wide open and clamping down around him. Cyrus reached out on pure instinct and grabbed a tooth on either side of the monster's mouth. He had to use all of his might to keep the deadly jaws from making a meal of him. The dragon was forced to smell the breath of the dino which stunk of meat of his previous kills. He strained and struggled, but found One Eyes superior size equaled out to superior strength. The bone daggers got closer and closer to his flesh. Cyrus refused to die and with a roar of effort he wrenched and twisted the teeth in his hands until they were broken loose and spilling blood. The monster lost commitment to its attack and started to relent. 

Kal once more screamed in fury and came at the rex’s blind side. She charged and stabbed her spear into the side of the beast's neck. It reeled back, lifting its head upward in an effort to escape the assault. She stabbed at it again, planting her spear directly below the skull of the rex. Cyrus retrieved his club and forced all his strength into an upward swing. This pushed the spear deeper until it exploded from the top of the dinosaur's head. One Eye stumbled once, twice, and then fell to the ground dead. 

Both human and dragon stood unspeaking for a moment. They had almost died in this battle and they knew it. Still, the exaltation of a victory washed over them and soon they both bellowed to the heavens in triumph. Seeing the raw display of strength Cyrus showed in fending off the jaws of a rex Kal pressed her body against him. She had seen a dominant mate in him and the base desire to pass on that strength to future generations swelled within her. The human forced the dragon to his back and ripped off her loincloth. Cyrus, surprised but excited, stayed where he was as his already eager dick rapidly swelled to its full size. Kal did not waste time on sweet words or gentle kisses. She wanted to mate and nothing would get in her way. She squatted down and lowered her vagina until it met the head of the dragon's shaft. This was much bigger than she was used to but she wouldn't back down from this. She kept lowering, accepting more of the dragon's manhood into her. Once his entire dick was inside her she let out a shudder of pleasure. Cyrus, likewise, was amazed by the feeling of the human woman. She was so tight and the inside of her felt smooth and welcoming. Once she knew she could accept the club of the reptile she picked up the pace. She quickly moved her hips up and down, gaining in speed as her pleasure intensified. The barbs on the dragon's dick were touching her in ways she had never felt before and she could not get enough. She was in a frenzy, wanting to keep this pleasure going, and more importantly to bear this man's children.

Cyrus felt as though he could climax at any moment. His prolonged abstinence combined with the strange beauty of the human was too much for him. He felt as though the strength needed to fend off the jaws of One Eye was less than the strength he would need to hold on in his mating longer. Despite his best efforts he roared as he climaxed, pumping white hot pent up seed into the human. She screamed as she was filled up. Cyrus squirmed in overstimulation as she refused to stop. Cyrus was used to the lusts of dragons, so this was not unexpected. He felt his dick lose solidity as it began to grow limp from having just come. Kal grabbed Cyrus’ hands and placed them on her breasts. She looked him dead in the eye. “More, need more. Give more.” Cyrus felt the soft bare skin of the woman, her hard hot nipples on his palm, and the rhythmic bouncing of her breast. This, with her pleading, filled him with renewed vigor. He felt his dick begin to harden again, ready for another round. 

Not letting his dick slide out he began to rise. Kal protested briefly but was swept up as Cyrus took her in his arms. He grabbed her by the legs and held her up, swinging his hips back and forth. The human responded by wrapping all her limbs around the dragon, hugging him as tightly as he was physically able. This pushed Cyrus further as he moved faster and this made his testicles swing and repeatedly slap against the woman's ass. The two of them moaned and kept at this until Cyrus could not take anymore. With one final hard thrust he pushed in with all his might as he climaxed once again. The scream of pleasure Kal let out signified that she had as well. The two held together in place, letting the semen be left in the girl to help ensure she would have Cyrus’ egg.

Cyrus returned to the tribe dragging One Eye by its tail and carrying Kal on his shoulders. The human was leaking seminal fluid from their mating on his back, much to the delight of the dragon. The tribe all cheered as they saw the return of the shamans daughter who proudly had her own shiney stone and the vaquishing of their predator that had terrorized them. Everyone wasted no time preparing a feast of the beast. As night fell the light of the sun was replaced by the light of a roaring bonfire. Dino meat was cooked and consumed. Humans danced and Cyrus and Kal told the tale of their hunt. This impressed all those who heard, and the dragon noticed that many of the tribe were creeping closer towards each other with lust in their eyes. The shaman took Cyrus by the hand.

“It common after great hunt comes great party.”

Cyrus arched his eyebrow as Kal and the shaman both kneeled down in front of the dragon, each lowering themselves to begin licking and kissing a testicle each. He enjoyed the sight of both women worshiping his manhood and looked around, happy to see everyone in the tribe getting in on the fun. All around he could see humans groping, kissing, or fucking each other. Choosing to focus on what was in front of him he gently glided his hand across the heads of the humans before him, enjoying the new sensation of their hair on his hand. They both continued for some time, gliding their mouths and tongues all over every inch of his sac until it was all slick with saliva. Once they knew his balls were ready to shoot a load they got up. The shaman turned away from the dragon and bent over fully, exposing her round fat ass fully. She grabbed one cheek and gave it a shake. “Give me child like you did my daughter.”

Cyrus needed no further prompting as he stood behind the older human. He placed his dick between her soft ass cheeks, sliding it back and forth. He grabbed them from either side to press them together, this allowing for more pressure to be applied to his member as he felt the behind of the shaman. When he could take no more teasing he lowered his dick so that it could enter her vagina. He started slowly, unsure how she could handle his size. A cry of “Harder, gods damn you” was enough to let Cyrus know he could be rougher. Obediently he thrust all the way in, the hot soft walls of her womanhood welcoming him. He grabbed the woman by the hips and began to pump himself into her.

He slowed down for a moment as he felt his balls once again being given attention. Kal had moved behind him and cupped his massive testicles in her hands. Continued as she was before and licked them, even going so far as to gently nibble them. This pushed the dragon into even more of a lust filled frenzy as he moved even faster. The howl of pleasure from the shaman is what finally pushed him over the edge. With a roar to the heavens his balls clenched out of the mouth of the human as he filled the shaman with his cum. He didn't stop, pushing in and out over and over until his dick finally shot the very last drop this orgasm would give. 

When he pulled out the shaman fell to her knees, her legs having given up all of their strength. She panted heavily as she was lost in the afterglow. Kal chose to be beside her mother to help her recover. With a heavy sigh of satisfaction he grabbed a piece of dino meat to chomp on. Looking around he saw two of the three original humans he met. Both were locked in passionate lovemaking. Red head was laying on top of the golden haired one, both belly to belly as they kissed each other deeply. Swallowing the last of his meal he walked up to the duo, noting that he is pleased that the small red dots of the fire haired one still existed on her rump. He placed his hand on the dots and gave it a firm squeeze. “Room for more?” He asked as he used his other hand to rub his already hardening dick. Both women looked back, not minding at all the intrusion but instead seeming to welcome it. They nodded enthusiastically and went back to their kissing. This pleased Cyrus as he moved himself down to their level. Both of the woman's slits were aligned with each other, forming a straight line. The dragon pushed his dick to be between them, where the straw and berry colored pubic hair met. He could hear both women moan loudly at this. 

The dragon felt the warmth of both women's slits and the fluids both provided made for a lubricant for his thrusting. The humans pressed their hips together, sandwiching his dick and giving him even more enjoyment. His pace grew more rapid as he neared orgasm, his breath heavy and muscles aching. He refused to give up as he pulled his dick out. 

The red head looked back “What you…”

But she was cut off as Cyrus pushed his throbbing dragon penis into her vagina. She let out a lusty moan as he climaxed and filled her with potent seed. He quickly pulled out mid orgasm and pushed into the blonde woman, using the last spirit of his climax to impregnate her as well. Both women relaxed and Cyrus looked at the two of them now filled up with a sense of male pride.

The night went on until all the tribe's energy was spent and all fell into a restfully exhausted slumber. Cyrus was awoken by beams of sunlight piercing the canopy of the jungle trees. Blinking away the last of his sleepiness he looked around, seeing that the redhead and Kal were cuddling either side of his bulky chest. Deciding the remain where he was he relaxed, thinking he will enjoy his new home.

Journeys of Cyrus 6

"So, you have no money at all?" Nuri asked, raising a brow. 

"Yeah" Bear said "I made a little money in the last town I was in doing some labor. But I did spend it all on various people and creatures of the night." He explained without a hint of shame. "Dude, there was this kobold trio that was just mind blowing."

Cyrus let out a hearty chuckle "My friend, we will get along great. But we are nearing the last town we will see for some time. The next leg of the journey will be us and the wilds. So we should unwind tonight and head out in the morning. Any ideas, my kobold-loving friend?"

Bear walked through the small village. This settlement was no stranger to traveling adventuring parties, but this group turned a few heads. Each member was already significantly taller than an average human. Bear was the tallest, his thick muscular body covered in brown fur. His eyes were almost completely blocked by overgrown head hair. He wore only a simple loincloth that only blocked his manhood from the front. The two dragons also stood out. Cyrus with his massive jeweled blade stopped to his back, shining gauntlets and greaves, and transparent loincloth almost commanded people to see him. Said loincloth did nothing to hide his dragonic dick and balls, both so massive they almost went to his knees. Nuri was even less modestly dressed, only having on a loincloth similar to her master, with a warhammer at her back. Yet still, the bouncing of her bare breasts and sizable ass drew many eyes.

The town itself served mostly as a rest station for traveling merchants, having a decent supply of entertainment and restocking options for those making their way through. Bear pointed a finger at a tavern. A sign hung in front of it reading "The adjective animal".

"What a generic name." Nuri said, not quite believing  that's what they went with.

"Names aside, a bar is a good place for drink and lose people." The bugbear stated happily.

"I'll cover your bill tonight. Consider it a welcoming gift." The black dragon said, clapping his furry friend on the back.

"You could aim lower next time." Bear said with a smile.

The trio settled into the tavern. It was sizable and well occupied. Bear quickly found himself a cute human woman and tried to use all the charm he was blessed with. "Hey girl" He said, resting a massive arm on the table she was at "ever fuck a bugbear?" She leaned back in revulsion "I have a husband." Bear didn't miss a beat "Invite him too, the more the merrier!"

She picked up her glass and splashed the contents  in the bugbears face before storming off. Bear licked his lips before turning to a tavern keeper "a glass of what she splashed me with." he asked happily, knowing there are plenty more fish in the sea.

The red dragon was about to dig into a squash she ordered when she felt someone grab hold of her breast. Before the mystery hand could dig their fingers into her she shot her hand behind her and grabbed at their crotch. She was able to determine the hand belonged to a man. 

"I know drunks like you see me naked and think I am asking to get groped. So I'll make you an offer. You can grope me as long as i can grope you too." She said, clearly having done this before. she gave the mystery man a sharp squeeze, causing him to jerk his hand on her breast in shock. "You must really like me, you've held on longer than most." She said before giving him a sharp twist. This rewarded her with a yelp in her ear before she felt him let go. She heard him then fall on the ground as she let him go, returning her attention to the fruit she actually cared about.

Cyrus was sitting in front of a roaring chimney fire, surrounded by other travelers. Each was going round, trying to top the others stories of their adventures. Cyrus finished a story about the time he did battle against a murder of griffins. "So I had buried myself in the dirt as best I could to hide from the beasts. I didn't realize that my dick wasnt fully covered and I guess they thought it was a really huge worm. I knew I was in trouble when-"

"Bah!" a disgruntled female voice cried out. "You dragons are all talk. What's a wee lizard like you doing out here anyway?" Cyrus turned his head to see who had interrupted his tale. He couldn't see anyone who spoke out. He did, however, hear what sounded like gentle clapping. Looking towards that he found a female dwarf. She was totally nude, only adorned in elaborate blue body paint, with many complex symbols and patterns on her body. She stood only about four feet high, with bright ginger hair in a large braid hung over her shoulders. What really caught the dragon's attention was the size of her bust, each breast being larger than her head. When the woman briefly turned sideways to move past someone Cyrus felt a twitch in his loins when he saw that her fat round ass was twice the size of her bust. He realized that that was the source of the clapping he heard, her ass moving together with each step she took to the dragon. 

Cyrus stumbled with his words at the sight of those beautiful fleshy mounds. He shook his head and tried to compose himself. "I seek to acquire the Thundersoul. My student and Bear the bugbear will also quest to find it."

The dwarf waved a hand dismissively "doomed quest, you'll never make it, cave of the Thundersoul is too dangerous."

Cyrus chuckled, "Are you trying to warn me or just talk down to me?" 

Making her way to an empty table she sat down "a little of both I suppose. A behemoth like you would be cut to shreds by the first trap in the cavern."

"And I'm guessing you can help my party get through it?" Cyrus said with a sneer, getting tired of the smaller creature's attitude. He joined the dwarf at her table

"I, Gilmila, seek a glorious death, not playing nursemaid to a gecko. All dragons are clumsy oaths."

Cyrus let out a low growl.

A few people gathered to see the exchange, many hoping for a brawl to break out. Bear and Nuri joined in the gawking. Scratching his chin the bugbear asked. "I'm not complaining but why is the little babe painted up and naked?"

The red dragon thought for a moment. "I believe she is a Destroyer. A dwarf who has committed some great crime or shame and seeks redemption through death while fighting a great evil. They usually go bare chested and painted up. I'm guessing she took it a step further. Good bush on her."

The barbs sent between Cyrus and the dwarf grew more fierce, Nuri actually worrying things may come to blows if things are not calmed down. She approached the two of them. "Now now, this is a respectable establishment, why don't we settle things in a non-violent way?"

The stout female looked up "You've lost me, girly."

"What about a drinking contest to settle things?" The red dragon said.

"You've found me again, girly. Assuming the gecko here can hold his liquor." Gilmila said.

"Anything to shut up her big mouth." Cyrus said, sitting back into his chair.

Nuri waved over a bar maid and she brought over two large mugs of mead. The two quickly chugged them down. The dwarf complained they needed something stronger, to which the dragon nodded in agreement. The night went on, both gulping down stronger and stronger drinks. To Cyrus things become more blurred and dizzying. At many points he struggled to keep his balance sitting in his chair. But he refused to let the dwarf who had insulted dragons get away with what she said. Soon enough his head was spinning and his world went black.

Next thing he knew he was blinded by a shining light. He quickly covered his eyes with his hand, only to shoot his hand to his head when a throbbing pain hit his brain. He looked around, trying to make sense of his surroundings. He noted that a ray of sunlight was peeking through a small gap in the wooded wall of the building he was in. A foul smell assaulted his nose, as hushed sounds of movement near him were enough to make his ears ring. He looked around and found that he was laying down in a barn. Furthermore he looked at his body and found blue paint smudged on him. Lastly he did see that he was sporting morning wood, but this was a common occurrence. Looking around he did see Gilmila already standing and looking fresh. "You're going to sleep all day, gecko? We have to find Thundersoul."

Cyrus blinked, trying to take in what was said. "We?"

"Aye, remember? In the middle of the contest you said you wanted to make things more interesting. I offered to help you on your quest if you won."

"And if I lost?" The black dragon said, still in a stupor.

"You really don't remember anything, do ya? It doesn't matter much now, I passed out first and you won. Now I gotta follow your scaley butt to the hammer."

Rubbing his eye and looking at his erection as well as the smudged paint on his body Cyrus asked "Did we have sex?"

Gilmila looked at him very offended "How can you ask that?" she yelled before stomping a foot down on one of the dragon's testicles. She stormed off, gently clapping as she went.

Cyrus curled up, cradling his aching nut. He was confused. Was she mad that they had sex and he forgot it or that they didnt have sex and he was thinking they did.

The newly formed quartet hit the road. They now walked along the wilderness, the dwarf explaining that she should take the lead, as she could see traps from a mile away. Bear couldn't agree more, albeit for different reasons. For the black dragon every chirp of a bird felt like a nail being driven into his head. "By the gods what did I drink?"

Nuri looked at her master "What didn't you two drink? You kept asking for stronger stuff and eventually you guys were drinking paint stripper."

The short humanoid chuckled "good thing dwarves don't get hung over. The poor beastie looks like his head's about to pop."

A group of maksed humans jumped from behind cover, surrounding the group. There were five of them, each with simple makeshift weapons and very light armour. Each had a cloth covering most of their faces to hide their identities. "Looks like the source was right. We got two of them here." One of the masked men said.

"Oh, have mercy." Cyrus mumbled to himself. "Can you please handle this. I don't think..." He trailed off before leaning against a tree. 

"We only want the reptiles" The same masked man continued. "The bugbear and the shorty can leave and you won't be-'' He gave a yelp of pain when a rock collided with his crotch. 

Gilmila, having just thrown said rock, yelled "The hell did you just call me?"

Bear gave a smile "yeah we are having a brawl!" he said like an eager child. The bugbear ripped a sizable branch from a tree with ease before charging a human. 

"I thought they were supposed to be too drunk to fight back!?" one complained, narrowly dodging a swing from Bear.

The redhead used the still curled up body of the man she threw the rock at as a springboard and leapt into the air, tackling a female bandit to the ground. The human felt all the wind forced from her lungs as all of the stout dwarves mass compressed her chest. With a powerful bare fist Gilmila drove down with all the force she could muster into the groin of the downed opponent. She continued her assault, hitting a couple more times for good measure. Each punch caused the humans' cry of pain to raise an octave. When she finally stopped and got up she knew her opponent would be out of the fight, as well as the gene pool.

Bear swung his branch at a male bandit, forcing him to keep moving back to stay just out of reach. After a missed swing the bandit swung back with a woodsman axe. Bear managed to move his branch in the way of the attack. This caused the axehead to be buried in the wood. The human desperately tried to wrench it free, only for Bear to toss both weapons away. With both combatants disarmed Bear wrapped his arms around the human, almost crushing him in his embrace. Effortlessly the bugbear lifted the human up and forced him back down onto Bear's outstretched knee.

The remaining human had made his way to Cyrus, who was still leaning heavily against a tree. The human approached as he raised a shortsword high above his head. All of a sudden a stone hurled through the air and smashed into the dragon's nut. Cyrus lurched forward and upchucked the contents of his stomach onto the ground, followed by the dwarf yelling "that was meant for the human, sorry!" This caused the human to stop in his tracks, mortified at the display. This gave Nuri an opening to punch him square in the jaw, knocking him out cold. She decided to be kind and push his body away from the pooling vomit. "Anyone left?" She yelled out.

"That looks like all of them. Sorry lot if you ask me." Gilmila responded as she grabbed the hair of the man she threw a rock at, forcing him to face her. "What did you want with my scaly friends?"

With tears still welling in his eyes the man wheezed out. "Some creepy guy in robes posted an open bounty for dragon heads. We didn't get a look at him or ask any questions cus it was big money. We heard two dragons were getting drunk in a tavern here and thought they would be easy marks. He said he was from something called the Omnifire. That's all I know, I swear."

"Damn" she said "I was hoping you'd try and act tough so I would have an excuse to re-introduce you to my rock friend again. Aw well." She said before knocking him out with her free hand. "Call me shorty..."

Nuri scratched her chin. "I don't like the sound of this, especially that name. I'll have to ask my master about it as it sounds familiar."

Cyrus dry heaved. Nuri chuckled "when he feels better that is."

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Journeys of Cyrus 5

The sound of Dragonic singing filled the summer daytime air. While the two dragons were singing their launuage beatifully as they walked down the path. However to anyone who wasnt a dragon it sounded like discordan roaring. A good tune did help pass the time on a long travel. Cyrus put a hand in front of his students mouth, silencing her instantly. She was about to protest, but seeing how serious the expression on her masters face was she took the hint. Straining her hearing she was able to make out the sounds of a male grunting. The two silently advanced to the sound. 

They had to go off the path and deeper into the forest. The voice grew louder and the two dragons became worried about whoever was making them. They hurried and soon happened across a shocking sight. They found a bugbear who was large even for his species. He was hunched forward and 

bugbear let out a louder moan. one that was familiar to both dragons. A moan of pleasure. 

They saw an impressive load of white sticky cum shoot and land on the grass. Both dragons felt a tinge in their loins at this. Here was a large panting specimen in the middle of ecstasy. Even Cyrus noticed his dick getting involuntarily stiff. Nuri, likewise, felt a bit of moisture in her nethers.

The bugbears head turned, noticing his audience. “sorry, I meant to be quiet but i guess I got carried away.”  He then looked down and saw the arousal in the two before him. “But if you want I could give you another show.” he said with an obvious smirk. The bugbear had a body type similar to Cyrus, being bulky yet obviously strong. He was covered in brown hair, his eyes being obscured by longer strands of hair. He had on a fur loincloth which was turned so his genitals were exposed fully. He was still erect, sporting a penis that was barely less than Cyrus in terms of length and girth. It still leaked fresh cum from its tip. The bugbears balls, however, clearly had an advantage over the male dragon.

Nuri began to stutter “Im sorry, we thought someone was in danger. We didn't mean to interrupt you.”

Cyrus then had a moment of sudden realization. “Bear?” 

The female dragon was confused, this clearly was a bugbear.

The furry male moved his head in shock “By Idall! Cyrus is that you? how have you been you scaley bastard?” he asked happily as  he approached the dragon with his arms splayed open. Before the black dragon could react properly he was already in the embrace of the bear, who hefted him off his feet and hugged hard enough to cause the lizards back to crack. What really got the reptile's attention was the fact that the two males penises were forced to touch in this position, leaving some leftover jizz on him. Bear put his old grind down with a chuckle.

Cyrus was flustered at this “well, I have been well. How about you?”

Nuri cut in “hold up you two know each other? Master, you've told me much but you never told me about the giant bugbear?”

Bear put a hand to his chest in mock offense “yeah, how could you forget about me?”

The black dragon regained his composure and wiped  himself clean. “My student here usually is interested in hearing of my past exploits.”

The red dragon shrugged “usually”

“We did fight in this story. Amongst other things.” Bear added with a mischievous grin as he straightened out his loincloth to cover himself.

Nuri nodded enthusiastically “definitely interested. Get yammering about this story, master.”

Cyrus sighed, wishing their mammal friend didn't add that last part but the fire god would grow cold before he would pass up an opportunity to spin a yarn.

It was a few years before Cyrus took on a student. He was traveling by himself, seeking great deeds to both hone his skills and find out if he was truly worthy to shape a dragon's mind. He had heard of a village of mighty creatures. The bugbears were a strong race, but also known for being not very bright. Still, the dragon hoped to learn something of physical power there. When he did arrive he saw the town in a panic. Cyrus was somewhat happy to see that most of the creatures were about the same height as him. He was very used to standing out in a crowd. The dragon was about to ask what was wrong when suddenly he heard a voice cry out over the others.

“Him! He has a shiny back! He is the thief!” 

Cyrus was confused for a moment and saw all eyes fall on him. Many were approaching him with weapons drawn. By reflex he reached to his back, where his fuck off sword was sword was stored. He realized that this thief they spoke of must have had something similar on his back. Cyrus gritted his teeth and considered fighting, but he knew these people were just angry and confused. He let go of his weapon and raised his hands in a gesture of surrender. This was definitely not the first time he had been imprisoned, as it is impossible to travel the world and not see your share of trouble. 

He was quickly bound and brought to what he assumed to be a village elder. They were still outdoors, but in a communal gathering area. His sword was taken from him, and was being admired by some of the townsfolk. He would be lying if he said he didn't feel some pride at this. The elder spoke “So this is the one accused of stealing our sacred idol? What proof have you brough of his guilt?” His hair was greying and he had somewhat of a hunch but Cyrus knew an old warrior when he saw one. The way he carried himself made that obvious that he earned his position, rather than gained it via age alone.

A bugbear in the crowd stepped forward and lifted the dragons weapon. ``he had this on his back, the same shine the thief had as we saw him run away!” The elder looked unimpressed. They were a race not known for their intelligence but even he knew this was weak at best. “Did you happen to find the idol on his person?”

The sword bearing bugbear looked down “well, no we have not.”

Cyrus spoke up “Honored elder, I know the thief of religious value is unforgivable. If you would allow me I would help you find the actual thief.”

“A generous offer” spoke the elder as he sat down. “but it would be the height of foolishness to allow a potential thief to aid in his own investigation. If you are innocent then you can prove it in a trial by combat.”

“I am familiar with the practice. The gods will favor the innocent party. I accept, but I would very much hate to have to kill to prove my words are true.”

The old bugbear chuckled “Such kindness is unheard of! But fear not, we are not barbarians. You will face our village champion in a simple competition. You will take turns striking where you are most vulnerable. First to fall to a knee will be the loser. If you lose I'm afraid the consequences will be dire.”

Cyrus was freed from his bindings and took off his armour. He wanted this to be a fair fight. He looked around to find who would be stepping forward to face him. It didn't take long for their champion to be summoned. A bugbear began to walk in who was a full head taller than his companions. He looked his body was thicker too, with muscles that were even bigger than the dragon. His eyes were hidden behind his hair, but Cyrus could feel his cold gaze upon him. The bugbear never spoke, only giving a grunt before he began to disrobe so they would be on equal footing. The dragon was surprised to see that the bugbears package matched the rest of him. His balls flopped out when he got naked, showing that they were of even greater size than the scaley one. Cyrus did take some solace in seeing that he had the advantage in terms of dick, though not by much. 

The elder spoke. "You will be facing the champion: Bear!"

"Your name is actually just Bear?" Nuri cut in. 

Bear chuckled and rubbed the back of his head "yeah. I'm the eleventh son. I guess ma just ran out of creativity when she got to me."

"I guess so. Still, I think it's a nice name. I'm sure you had fun doing the whole 'silent intimidation' thing with Cyrus." Said Nuri. 

The bugbear began to twirl his hair "yeah about that. Back then I was incredibly shy. Whenever I had to get naked in front of the village I just got so nervous I calmed up. It's definitely for the best because I have fur. No one could see how much I was blushing."

Nuri laughed. "Sorry I interrupted. I just wanted to get that straight. Now please continue the story of hunks getting hit in the junk."

Cyrus cleared his throat before continuing 

Bear stood before Cyrus. Neither one of them backing down or showing weakness. The elder spoke up once more “newcomer, you can still relent in this challenge. We will hold you until we can find new evidence.”

The dragon shook his head “this is the fastest way to prove my innocence, and every moment wasted just lets the thief get further away. I'd rather this be done here and now.”

The bugbear nodded. “Admirable. As per tradition the champion gets to strike first.”

Cryus stood with his legs apart with his hands on his hips. He was no stranger to taking low blows so he knew what was about to happen would really hurt. Bear took one step towards the dragon and swung his foot upward. Cyrus gritted his teeth as he felt the furry foot collide with the underside of his balls. Despite his size he felt himself forced up a couple of inches off the ground and on his toes. He fought the urge to bend forward and cup his already aching balls. He fought for a moment longer before let go of his hips and took a more relaxed stance.

“You've already done better than most” The elder said, genuinely impressed.

Bear still didn't speak, only assumed the same stance as Cyrus did. The dragon didn't waste time, rocketing his foot upward and between his opponents legs. Cyrus had stuck larger balls before, but it was always an interesting feeling. Almost like kicking sporting balls. Furthermore the dragon had to admit that he enjoyed seeing the bounce in the bugbears body muscles. Bears lips curled and he could see his teeth. Still, he took the hit very well, not bending over. The dragon knew this opponent could take as good as he gave. 

Cyrus felt a tinge of fear as he took his wide stance. He knew there was no shame in this, fear was a natural response to the knowledge of pain coming. He stood firm, not betraying any hesitation in his body language. The bear took a secant to ready his kick. When he kicked he kicked with all the strength his species was known for. The dragon could feel the meat in his testicles being compressed between the bears foot and his own pelvis. It was never a pleasant feeling, especially with the amount of force being delivered now. When the kick was over the lizard did bend at the waist after this. He was still upright but we wasn't happy that he was already showing pain this early but what mattered was he could still go.

When Cyrus recovered he saw the bugbear had readied himself to receive his next kick. The reptile closed his eyes and breathed deep to steady himself. He wants to make sure his kick would be accurate. Then he realized he would almost have to try to miss targets that big. He opened his eyes and took a step back. He moved forward and used the momentum to fuel his next attack. He drove the top of his foot upward with as much strength as he could muster. When he heard the until now silent bear give a grunt of pain Cryus felt some satisfaction. Bear did stumble and take a step back but held his ground. The gathered crowd gave murmurs at this, clearly their chosen champion never took hits this hard before.

The back and forth continued on for some time, each man delivering earth shattering kicks to each other's manhoods. One strike alone would have been enouth to fell most others. The crowd all watched in awe, many alrady holding themselves in sympathy pain. Both males were panting heavily and drenched in sweat, the effort of keeping themselves upright pushing both of them to their limits. It was Cyrus’ turn to get hit. His body was slick with perspiration, his breathing quick and ragged. Every fiber of his being yelled at him to surrender, to curl up and give into his pain. His nuts were swollen to an even bigger size than they were normally. Still he forced his rebelling body to obey and he spread his legs apart. The bugbear kicked the dragon. While it didn't have as much power as when they started the pain still exploded inside him. It radiated from his groin and up into his stomach. For a moment Cyrus' mind was blank save for cries of pain. He immediately bent forward and leaned on his knees. As long as his knees don't touch the ground he was safe. He gripped his legs with such strength that his nails broke the scales and caused a small trickle of blood to appear. He couldn't even acknowledge that small sting compared to the pain in his balls. He breathed deep and looked back at Bear.

Bear saw that the dragon woulndt fall from that attack. Cyrus saw the unmistakable look of desperation on his opponents face. That last kick was the last strength he had left in him. The dragon expected him to surrender. When the bugbear slowly forced his legs apart Cryus felt much respect for the mammal. If all of his breath was dedicated to supplying him oxygen he might have praised him. Still, Cryus wanted to finish this, as much for his own sake at this point. He offered up a silent prayer to the dragoninc gods for strength that this next attack would finish this, because if it didn't he feared his own might would fail him. He planted one food down hard and swung his other up. His battered balls cried out in pain from the sudden movement but he ignored it as much as he could. His aim was true and his foot laned dead center of the bugbears scrotum. Cryus forced himself to follow through with his kick as much as he could using all the muscle in his legs to push upwards. Bear let out a loud yell of agony and bent forward. As soon as Cryus let his foot return to below him the bugbear crumpled and held his aching balls. He fell to his knees and soon planted his face into the ground. He was defeated.

Cryus looked down and had to be sure what he saw was real and not a desperate delusion. When he was sure he let out a triumphant roar to the sky. Much to his surprise even some of the bugbears watching cheered with him. Cryus took a knee next to his opponent and planted a hand on his shoulder. “you fought well, champion.”

Both took some time to rest and recover. With the help of a healing salve the pain was lowered to a manageable level. Cyrus was offered a bath but he refused. He instead asked to see the site where the artifact was stolen from. Much to his surprise the champion insisted to come along too. After seeing his show of willpower Cyrus couldn't refuse. The two of them investigated the scene and all they were able to find were a strip of red fabric caught on a doorway. Still, both packed supplies and readied themselves for a hunt. They set out on in the direction the thief was last seen and began their journey.

About half hour away they heard grunting from nearby bushes. Looking inside they saw a halfling clutching his swollen purple ankle. He had a torn red scarf as well as a polished shield on his back. Cyrus let out a grunt of disappointment when he rifled through the beings belongings and found a small golden idol in his pack. He easily picked up the thief and looked him in the eye. “This is a cut and dry.” His mouth curled into a devilish grin “but you can demand a trial by combat. The champion gets to go first.”

Upon hearing the rules of a tial the halfling admitted his guilt and was set to be punished properly. Cyrus did spend some time learning of the bugbear culture and in thanks veteran warriors showed the dragon the bugbear method of fighting. Not wanting to overstayed his welcome Cryus left to go to his next destination. He did find a sizable stream nearby and thought he had earned a rest.

“And that's my adventure in the bugbear village. I admit finding the thief was a bit of an anticlimax but things cant always be exciting.” Said Cyrus, a hint of finality in his voice.

“Oh no no no” Bear cut in, wrapping a warm hairy arm around the male dragon “you gotta tell the whole story. A little extra happened after that.”

Cryus rubbed his horn in embarrassment “come now, what's really important is what happend before that, all the minor details after are superfluous.” 

“Come on, master” Nuri pleaded “nothing worse than a half told story!”

Bear nodded “I agree. I can take over, and i wont leave anything out.”

 He was shocked when he heard Bear call out. 

“Master dragon! Let me thank you for helping my village. And apologize for how hard i fought in the trial.”

“Please” Cryus said “you did your job. Had that gone on any longer I surely would have lost. And I am just happy to help those in need. Why don't you join me, I was going to relax here for a spell.”

Bear turned his head as Cyrus removed his armour. The dragon chuckled. “We saw each other naked, and I am practically nude myself. No need to be shy. I respect your strength and would be honored if you join me.” 

Bear nodded, disrobing and slowly entering the water. Cryus wasted no time, taking a breath and submerging himself in the cool liquid. He sprang up with a large splash. He looked to Bear, who was contenting himself by cupping water in his hands and pouring it on himself. “Why didn't you thank me when I was in the village?”

“When I am around too many people I get scared and can't talk. It's even worse when I am naked during the trials.” said Bear.

Cyrus chuckled. “You have no need to be shy. Besides, I am sure the women of the village all are excited to see a specimen of manhood like yours.”

“Come on” retorted Bear, sounding hurt. “Don't you tease me too.” 

Cryus rubbed water on his arms and raised an eyebrow. “I am not. I thought you would be well known for your size. Height and manhood.”

The mammal shook his head. “I am considered quite small by bugbear standards. They often joke that the length meant for me was turned into height.”

Cryus looked at Bear. Then to his dick. Back to his face before stealing one more glance at his dick. “I had no clue bugbears were so endowed.” The dragon said in genuine awe. “But the weapon a warrior uses doesn't matter. Any weapon can be fatal if used properly. And i can promise you that your weapon would be plenty for any other species.”  

The two continued their conversation for a bit, Cryus helping to clean the fur on Bears back. The bugbear mused “I never understood the whole ‘gods will favor the innocent thing. Bugbears only have one and other species have many. Hardly seems fair.”

Cyrus chuckled “I think it's more of a question of quality than quantity. But it is true that at least dragons have many gods.”

“Can you tell me about them?” Asked Bear.

The dragon smiled and washed the bugbear’s lower back. He thought for a moment before answering. “There is the water god named Idall. He is often depicted as a sea serpent of incredible length. Actually he is the twin of the mountain god, as they were created by Mother Dragon at the same time. When she was shaping the planet she scooped out great clawfuls of earth. The holes and long claw marks filled with water and became the bodies of water that fill the world. The dirt and rocks she scooped up she then piled up and they formed mountains and hills. Where there is a waterfall it is said the two twins met at that location.”

Bear turned around, stars in his eyes. At least Cyrus thought there was, as it was hard to see Bears eyes through his hair. “That's so cool! Can anyone worship the dragon gods?”

Cyrus gave a big grin “of course! All who have a good heart are welcome.”

The newly converted bugbear scratched his chin. “What is a sea serpent? I've never actually been to the ocean myself.”

Cyrus answered “It's basically a snake, only miles long. He moves through the water like a snake moves through the land.”

Bear laughed “I can't picture something like that.”

Cyrus thought for a moment before he lowered himself into the water. He had just his nostrils, back, and tail above the water. He had his arms against his body and his legs straight. He wiggled his body and tail like a snake and managed to propel himself around. He swam in a small circle before going back towards Bear. His face got very close to Bear’s penis before he stopped himself. He raised himself from the water “I think I found a sea serpent.” 

Cyrus himself felt a jolt of excitement go through him at being so close to the bugbears privates. He stood up straight and walked closer to Bear, their bodies almost touching. “Im happy to have met you, Bear. I do not think I could have found a stronger bugbear anywhere else.”

The mammal looked away, a blush almost visible through his fur “it's just that I get stuck doing all the physical labor at the village so naturally I would…”

Cyrus cut him off “not just physical might. You showed incredible will during the trial. Pushing on despite that much pain is not something most can do. You are truly a strong person, don't ever think otherwise.” 

Cyrus felt a warm poke on his stomach. He looked down and saw Bear had gotten erect. Bear quickly turned away “Im sorry! No one ever spoke to me like that!”

The dragon grabbed the bugbear’s shoulder and turned him back to face him. This time he moved close enough that their bodies were against each other, their mouths separated by mear inches. “Don't let your fears controle you. Do what you feel is right.”

A silence hung in the air for only a moment, but it felt much longer. Bear moved in and pressed his lips against Cyrus’. The two wrapped their arms around one another as they kissed. Cryus quickly became erect as well, their manhoods rubbing against each other. The two continued to embrace each other before Bear moved back, dragon saliva dripping from his mouth. “That was the first time I kissed anyone.”

Cyrus smirked “get ready for another first.” He said as he gently pushed Bear towards the land. He sat with his ass on the ground and legs in the water, penis standing fully upright. “What are you doing?” asked Bear, his heart skipping a beat knowing what was to come.

“Just relax and let ‘master dragon’ take care of you.” Cyrus said as he lowered himself to the bugbears waist. “Such a mighty weapon this is. I see I am not the only one who favors a weapon that needs two hands to weild.” He said as he wrapped his scaley digits around Bear's thick shaft. Bear shuddered at the touch, and Cyrus could feel him get even harder. “I fear this may be too great a weapon for even me to handle. But I've never given up on a challenge.” he said, stroking faster. Bear tried to respond, but all that came from his mouth were half muttered words that failed to produce a full sentence. Cyrus smirked, clearly enjoying the pleasure he was giving the village champion. He leaned down, giving the length of the bugbear's penis long lick. Bear threw his head back, covering his mouth with his hands and letting out a loud muffled moan. 

“Just let it all out, champion. A warrior like you deserves proper reward.” He said as he slowly enveloped the bugbears penis into his mouth. Cryus struggled, gagging slightly out of reflex but he relaxed himself and got it all the way down his mouth. He bobbed his head up and down, ever so slightly increasing the tempo. He used his hands to gently massage at the bugbears massive balls, feeling them full of hot cum. Bear’s moans became more loud and frantic. Cyrus was surprised when he felt the bugbear grab hold of his horns and shove him deeper. His lips were around the base of Bear's shaft as he felt jizz be shot down into his throat. After a few spirits Bear relaxed and Cryus moved his head free, swallowing down all that he could.

“Im sorry” Bear said “It just felt so good I got carried away.”

Cyrus wiped his lips. “Don't be. I said to let it all out and you did.”

The dragon then grabbed the bugbear’s shoulder and made him stand. He turned him around and bent him over. “I think you know what I'm planning to do. If you want me to stop just say so and I won't continue.” Cyrus spat and rubbed the saliva on his dick as he waited for a response. Still bent over Bear looked over his shoulder and quietly spoke. “Please go ahead.”

Cryus smiled and pressed his dick against the bugbears backside. He rubbed around aimlessly for a moment, simply enjoying the feeling it gave him before he lowered towards the bugbear’s asshole. “I'll go slow at first. I cant promise I can't control myself for long after that.”

Cryus pressed forward. It took some effort but he managed to enter inside. True to his word he moved back and forth slowly, hearing the mixture of pain and pleasure from Bear. When he thought the pleasure outweighs the pain he began to speed up. He grabbed hold of the bugbears hips as he picked up the pace, holding him steady as he pounded him. As he gave into his base desires he even gave Bear a hard spank, forcing the mammal to yelp out in surprise. This only spurred Cryus on more and he gripped harder and fucked even faster. Cryus gave a triumphant roar again as he climaxed, pressing himself deeper into the bear, not letting a single drop spill.

Nuri listened, mouth agape. “Holy shit master. I don't think I have ever heard that side of you. That was just” she stopped to collect herself, feeling very flustered “holy shit”

Bear chuckled. “You're telling me the two of us hung out some time after that. But he had to go back to questing and I had to go back to the village. After that I felt different. I was a lot more outgoing and didn't feel as shy anymore. After a few years I felt like that little village was too small for me. So here I am. Out wandering and trying to find myself.”

Nuri smiled “master, you fucked the shyness out of him!”

Cryus’ face was turning a new shade from blushing “please, I am not one for discussing these sorts of things.”

Bear slapped Cyrus on the back “dunno why, you're so good at it. I just know you are on some big quest again. Would you mind me tagging along? I can help fight any baddie you come across. And I need some direction in my wanderings so it'll be good for both of us.”

Nuri gave a big smile “words cannot express how much I approve of this suggestion.”

Cryus signed. He knew Bear was strong. And he was lying if he said he didn't enjoy his retelling of their first time. Besides, bugbear might be something that could always be learned from. “How can I refuse the champion?”

Low Blow Quest chapter 9

“Well, enough of that. Let's explore us in a dungeon.” Morn said happily as she walked deeper into the cave.

The gang delved deeper, the orc using their undead companion as a makeshift torch. The blue glow from his eye sockets giving enough illumination to allow the living to see. Morn looked over at Glysh, specifically her weapon. 

"So, how does that weapon work exactly? You said the guy's junk is shrunk til he doesn't do anything wrong for some time, right? How is that judged?"

"What do you mean, how is it judged?" The goblin said, raising an eyebrow.

"Is it by your morality or their own?" Asked the orc.

The goblin shrugged "I dunno. It just resets the time limit when they do something bad. I never put much thought into it."

Morn continued "I was just wondering that. Because it would probably have to be judged by a morality besides their own. The time limit would never be reset if they only went by their own."

The goblin looked back "it totally would. Like for example stealing is wrong."

"Typically yes" the orc said "but I believe that everyone always thinks they are doing the right thing or else they wouldn't do it. And if they don't do the right thing then their actions are justified. Like you stole from the Golden Order. A wrong action when judged by itself, but you feel it is justified because of who you stole from. So because you feel it's all right you probably wouldn't have triggered the curse to reset if it was placed on you, for example."

The skull of Kozor clattered his teeth. "Hey Morn, have you ever thought of being a philosopher? Might fit you well with the way you are thinking."

The larger green woman shook her head. "Fire magic sounds tempting but I will learn to punch fire from my lizard master, so I'll pass."

Kozor was silent for a moment. "Do you seriously think a philosopher is a mage who uses phosphorus?"

Morn changed the subject. "So, like I was saying, the issue with relative morality is difficult…" 

But she was cut when a thin slit opened in the stone floor.  and spang an iron rod in an upward arch. The metal collided with Morn's unprotected groin with tremendous force. She collapsed to her knees holding herself, accidentally pressing Kozor to her pussy.  "Motherfucking fuck!" She blurted out. The skull tried to speak but was muffled. 

"What the hell was that?" Asked Kuni as she went to aid the larger greenskin. 

Glysh shrugged. "I'm guessing you never robbed a dungeon. Places are usually lousy with traps. Not sure why this one is at groin height. 

Morn let Kozor go, and he clattered to the ground on his side. "I think I can answer that. The Dixron who built this were very short. Probably a little shorter than a goblin. So I'm guessing they had only their heights in mind. So that was meant for someone's face."

The goblin looked around “But then why are the ceilings so high if they were meant for shorties?”

Looking at the wall Kozor answered. “I'm guessing they were also showoffs. The walls are covered in hieroglyphics. Probably a more advanced form of language specifically for Dixron.”

“Any idea what it says?” Morn asked as she got to her feet and retrieved her skull friend.” 

Kozor looked at the walls. From what he saw it looked as though clothed humanoid figures became naked. As well as a figure getting a rod put inside its crotch from below. Finally an arrow pointed at a figures lower back. He thought for a moment before talking “My best guess is that its porn.”

“Well, he is no help” The smaller greenskin said. “Lucky for you all I got tons of experience dealing with this kinda shit. I'll keep you safe from traps."

Taking a few steps forward she looked intently at the ground and spotted an odd looking stone. "Like here. Of you step in this something will happen." She tossed the weight on her chain towards it. When the metal made impact a loud click was heard, followed by several arrows shooting through the air. They were nowhere near the group but would have hit whoever was stepping on the stone. The goblin folded her arms and walked forward “Nothing to worry about when I’m…” but she was cut off when the floor below her opened up. The ground slid open at either side, forcing her legs open. She was forced into a wide split and she yelled out in pain. Kuni reached forward and grabbed hold of the smaller greenskins clothing and yanked her back to safety. The hole in the ground went down some distance, with glittering metal spikes at the bottom. The goblin rubbed her groin muscles in pain before thanking the crimson woman. 

Morn took the lead, using her ruined spear to try and trigger traps before they could harm the group. Kozor’s spirit energy fully recharged, allowing him to project out of his skull and manifest as a spirit. He appeared as he was when he was living, a human wizard in a blue robe. “Ah it feels good to be out again. Now then who wants to be possessed?”

Glysh looked on in shock “anyone wanna clue me on what's happening here?”

Morn kept her eyes forward while she prodded for traps “Wizard didn't want to die so he bound his soul to his skull. He needs to charge up and when he does he can possess someone with their consent and he can use magic when he does. He's a pervert though so he will make you grope yourself.”

The wizard threw up his hands in an overly defensive gesture “It has been years since I felt anything physical. It's only natural that I wish to experience what I can in the brief moments I can.”

The orc laughed “yeah he only lasted about a minute in me. Typical.”

Kozor yelled back “well maybe when I get more practice I can last longer!”

Morn laughed harder “they all say that!”

The other women joined in the laughter until they entered into a large room. A large stone door slammed shut behind them, giving them all a start. Before they had too much time to react, ghostly light emanated from ancient candles that decorated the room. They then all saw that one side of the room they were trapped in was a mirror. 

“I'm guessing this trap is meant to make us see ourselves starve to death.” Glysh said bitterly. When she finished speaking a faint green mist started to enter the room from several ports. The women then found holes being eaten out of their clothing. Kozor spoke up “Im guessing the more this fills up the more potent the acid gas becomes. We better find a way out of here before you all look like me.” A sizzling sound came from all the women. They looked and found their clothing had being to be eaten away, creating holes that grew in their outfits. 

The goblin started to quickly pat at the walls, hoping to find a hidden mechanism to escape. Kuni pulled out her axe and started to swing at the candles, thinking they were linked to the gas. Kozor entered deep into thought, trying hard to remember anything from his studies that would help him. Morn looked deeply in the mirror. Her head darted back and forth between the room she was in and the reflection. Her eyes fixated on one candle that was burning in the room but not in the reflection. It was on the ground, having been knocked over by Kuni’s frantic swinging. Morn walked over and stomped her bare foot down on the small flame, snuffing it out. All at once the green gas stopped and a new door opened.

“The hell did you figure that out?” Kozoer said as he turned his ghostly form to the orc. 

“Just figured the mirror had to do with something. Otherwise why put it there?” Answered Morn.

“Oh dammit” yelled out Kuni as the wraps that held her breasts broke, letting her massive chest be free. The woman who at once looked almost flat chested had her tits become fully exposed, letting her huge milkers bounce.

“Holy shit” Glysh exclaimed, as her own clothing slid off her body leaving her green flesh exposed. “Not fair, how come you get to have massive honkers and be able to tie them up so you can look flat? And doesn't that hurt like hell?”

“You get used to it.” the oni said as the last clothing that covered her lower half slogged off “it's a pain to find bindings strong enough to do that. Looks like we are all going the rest of the way naked.”

Kozor spoke up as Kuni picked up his skull “Honestly most of you were practically nude already.”

Morn followed the rest of the group, her already minimal clothing being long gone. “You're the one who was naked before we got here”

Kozor was about to talk back, before realizing she ment his physical form. “Fair.”

The group advanced down a hallway. Morn was at the back of the pack and couldn't help but look at the goblin who was leading. “Ya know, with a booty like that I wouldn't complain about your chest size.”

Glysh turned a darker shade of green for a moment “don't be a perv.” 

“I'm just saying, probably the best ass I’ve seen.” Morn said with a chuckle. The oni felt a tinge of jealousy. Her laughter was cut off when the floor shifted beneath their bare feet. It split open to reveal multiple stalagmites. The goblin and oni were able to jump away in time, getting to the far end of the pit. Morn wasn't fast enough and was only able to cling onto an indent in the wall beside her. She was only able to use her finger tips to save herself from falling. Kuni reached a hand to her friend, but she was too far away. Kozor shouted “let me posses you, I can help!”

Kuni frantically nodded her head. The wizard entered her body and he wasted no time casting his spell. Morns fingers gave in and she began to fall. The possessed oni reached a hand towards the orc. The greenskin woman's fall began to decelerate. Morn saw that her descent was nearly stopped and began to celebrate, only for her to cry out in pain as a dull stalagmite forcefully entered her vagaina. The sudden rough cold fucking made her shriek. She was pulled straight upwards through the air, leaving the stone a bit cleaner. She curled up during her flight and stayed that way until she landed with her teammates. Exhausted, Kozor left Kuni’s body and returned to his skull. Morn just kept repating “fuck this dungeon, fuck this dungoen” as she slowly began to rise to her feet. 

Kuni put a hand on her greenskin friends back “are you going to be alright?”

Morn gave her crotch one final rub before taking the lead, somewhat to not show any real pain. “Orc men are more rough.”

They found themselves a smaller and smaller tunnel. All were forced to get on their hands and knees to continue. Glysh was in the middle of the group with Kuni behind her. She looked at the goblins behind and was wondering what Morn sees in those wobbly cheeks. After watching it in motion she was forced to admit to herself that Morn has a point. She saw the small tunnel they were in ended and Kuni saw her friends stand upright. She was relieved that she wouldn't need to crawl and struggle to not have her tits drag on the floor. Her heart skipped a beat when she heard mechanical clicking behind her. She saw Glysh look behind her and yell for her to hurry. Before she could the scarlet woman felt a sharp pain. A metal rod pressed into her backside and kept pressing until it entered her asshole. Suddenly a jolt of electricity delivered to her hole caused her to cry out in a strange  mixture of pain, surprise, and some pleasure. While the shock wasn't itself particularly long in its duration it felt like an eternity for Kuni. Morn grabbed one of the oni’s arms and pulled her free, allowing the oni to rub her now screaming rear. Morn looked down in sympathy “Not even orcs are that rough.”

The three women continued slowly and cautiously one hand always covering some sensitive part of themselves. They then came to a large chamber, and at its center was the weapon they sought. Morn herself was somewhat dismayed when she saw it, as it looked like a wooden club with large metal studs embedded in it. 

“We came all this way for a Kanabo? I was expecting something more demonic looking.” Glysh said.

“Well an enchanted weapon is an enchanted weapon. Let's grab this and never come back to this place. I'll grab this thing and you guys stick close. If you see anything move at all just yell out. If one more thing happens to hit my crotch I’ll lose it.”

The three stuck close together, Kozor once more acting as a light shining in the darkness. Morn picked up the weapon. Everyone held their breath listening for any sort of mechanical sounds. 

The orc broke the silence “I guess we are…”

With a thunderous clap everyone was blinded by a flash of light. They all felt suspended in mid-air, as if the floor suddenly disappeared beneath them, but before they could fall the cold flagstone were suddenly replaced by warm earth. Their eyes quickly tried to adjust from dark cave to sunlight. In less than a second they found themselves outside. “Fucking hell are we now?”

Kozor spoke up “my guess is a teleportation spell. But because it's so old it probably lost its accuracy. They probably meant to send us somewhere dangerous or the trap they set here crumbled to dust years ago.”

Glysh looked around and found an unfamiliar forest. “Us being naked and lost isn't exactly an ideal situation either.” She held her weapon in her hand and looked to the oni and her axe. "Being armed does make me feel a bit better."

Morn looked at her club and huffed. “I just want to learn to punch fire already.”