Low Blow Quest 12: tinkering the tailor

“First time I've ever been a tailor.” Morn stated as she leaned over to examine a bolt of fabric, pinching the material between thumb and forefinger. She had fully discarded her torn leotard, opting to shop for clothing fully in the nude. She had absolutely no shame in this as she would usually be naked in her home orc tribe. As she bent over Kuni couldn't help but ogle the toned green rump of her companion. 

If Kozor had eyes he would have given a sideways one to the oni. “Considering adding some green to your red?”

“Huh?” Kuni asked, snapping back to reality. “I was just-” She scrambled to think, her face turning a brighter red. The top half of her unitard was still intact, but the bottom had been destroyed from the previous fight. The muscular Oni girl had to knot the broken halves together at the crotch and make an awkward extra tight panty. Much to her embarrassment it rode up her slit and still revealed a tuft of her snow white pubes. “I was just trying to see what Morn was looking at, not at her.”

“Convincing. While you three were busy watching the rest of the spandex-clad oafs fighting the preliminaries I was able to squeeze some information out of the Iron Sultan. It seems that Wweef favors flamboyant outfits and outrageous personalities. So if you want to win some of that god's favor you may want to keep that in mind.”

Glysh smirked, picking up the undead wizard skull to deftly balance it on the tip of her index finger. “Never took you for the religious type.”

“If that religion has some tangible results, then I'll believe whatever I need to. Now would you please be careful with my skull, it's all that is tethering me to the mortal realm.”

Max poked his head inside the tailor shop, doing his best to not ogle the heavenly bodies of the women. “Is everything to your liking?” He had generously funded the women’s entry fee and was now using his connections to help the girls get outfits for the tournament. He tried his best to keep his eyes on the displays of his company’s armor that was on display in the shop, as the green woman had already threatened to rip off one head then the other if he kept ogling them. 

The tailor waved a hand dismissively. “I have everything handled here, you keep yourself busy out there.”  He was an short elf, with fiar hair and skin and a perpetual look of being unamused. His body was covered in a stylish and decorative tunic.

Max nodded, disappearing as he closed the door. He smiled to himself as he had already informed the tailor that no matter what the girls requested, a few modifications would be necessary to make sure they were very eye-catching. This advertisement was an investment, so he really wanted all eyes on the women shilling his product. 

Morn wrapped her curves in a jacket while looking in the mirror. “I don't get the appeal of dressing up like this. What advantage does it offer?”

Glysh deposited Kozor on a table before sliding next to her orcish friend. 

“Morn, you don't get the idea of sex appeal. If you're showing off a little skin then a foe may get so flustered they hesitate for a split second. And a split second is all you need to win.”

The orc was skeptical. “I was under the impression a rogue like you did not want to be seen at all.”

“Sometimes even the best laid plans can go wrong and you end up with a guard pointing a spear at your back.” She gave her behind a hard whack, letting the soft green flesh bounce. While her leotard was undamaged from her previous bout, nothing could ever hope to stop that level of jiggle. “And this behind of mine has been able to charm its way out of a lot of tight spots!”

Morn chuckled. “When we found you it got you stuck in a tight spot. But I can't see some wisdom  in what you are saying. I refuse to dress like a prostitute though, I still want to strike some fear into an opponent I have to face in the ring.``

Kuni came over, holding a rolled up parchment and multiple colored lead stylus. “Be a little of both then. A badass not afraid to show some ass. The shop owner was getting impatient with us, so he provided these to sketch out our ideas.”

Morn snatched up one of the blank vellums. The only time she had drawn was the body paint she would apply on her or a fellow orc’s body. Nevertheless, she furiously scribbled away.

Glysh already knew what she had in mind. She would more or less replace her old outfit, figuring the navy blue rough get up would be striking enough among the garish clowns she’d have to fight. The goblin could easily just describe what she wanted. She made her way to the skull, rotating him so she was looking into his glowing sockets. “So, bone boy, do you happen to have any spells that wouldn't be seen by anyone.”

If the skull had the ability to arch his brow he would have. “What do you mean?”

“Oh, like an enfeeblement spell that makes someone weak, but without any showy lights. Or an invisible mage hand?”

“I have a few unseen spells, yes. I can cast a field of darkness to hide in. I studied strengthen, which gives a powerful physical boost to those I cast it on. I dabbled in divination, but never got the hang of it. Why do you ask?”

Glysh waved a hand. “No reason, just thinking ahead if we needed a little boost to win a fight.”

Kozor clattered his teeth. “Well sorry, but with the anti magic device in effect I won't be able to do anything helpful.”

The goblin nodded at this, thinking she shouldn't reveal she had ulterior plans until she knew it was needed.

“Done!” Morn stated happily. She held up her drawing with pride. It very crudely depicted a female orc adorned in spikes and standing next to a man. “I'm thinking of something with lots of blades and spikes!”

“Well, I don't think-” Kozor was silenced as the orc happily kept going, flipping the page over to show she had drawn on the back. It depicted the same spikey outfit, but with large green breasts ballooning on the chest. The opponent was now depicted with a huge erect penis swelling from his pelvis. “So I flash my tits like Glysh said and the guy will be all stunned! And then…”

She pulled out a new sheet, where she had used most of the red lead stylus to depict what would happen to the opponents she would face. 

“I like the enthusiasm.” Kozor stated, a bit taken aback. “But these are not death fights, and you can't bring carried weapons.”

Morn protested “I was just going to maim em! And it's not a carried weapon if it's on the costume.” 

“I like to study rules and that would not be allowed.”

The orc pouted, discarding her drawing. Kuni took a break from her drawing to come over to Morn. “You can always do your costume so it looks like something you admire. An orcish legend or someone you look up to. I'm making my outfit match the attire worn by the hero Lum. She was a deadly fighter, wielding lightning like a spear and leaving all who opposed her as blackened husks.”

“Someone I admire.” She thought for a moment. It didn't take long until she went back to drawing, taking much more care this time.  She found her current position uncomfortable and placed her paper on the ground to try and draw better. She got on her knees and elbows to keep her face close to the parchment so as to get a better view of the linework. This had the side effect of her bare ass now being the highest part of her body.

Kuni added the finishing touches on her own sketch, holding it up with pride.

“The hell is wrong with your face?” Glysh burst out laughing, falling onto her back and rolling around. 

“Shut up! I was the best artist in my village!” In her hand she held a depiction of an oni, but a style no one in this land had laid eyes upon. The figure was feminine, with a strong body dressed in a bikini of tiger fur. She had boots and gloves to match, while her breasts were bound with bandages. I had strong deep strokes for the lines and the body was contorted in an outlandish way. What really drew the goblin’s attention was the way the face was depicted. It looked nothing like Kuni, being more reminiscent of a grinning shaved cat with horns. To top it off the depicted figure had crossed eyes.

“Hey guys! Guess who I am!” Glysh sat up bringing her mouth into a goofy grin and focused her eyes on her nose to bring them together. 

“That's it!” The oni shouted as she tackled the goblin. The two naked women rolled on the floor boards, each trying to grapple one another. Kuni had the clear advantage in terms of strength but Glysh was too wild to get a solid grasp on.  

“Oh this speaks wonders to our chances of winning this tournament.” Kozor stated dryly. The tailor barged in and tried to break up the fight, fearing damage to his inventory. Morn kept her eyes glued to her paper, putting on the final touches. 

“And I think that does it.” Morn said with pride. She turned to show off her masterpiece, but saw everyone was distracted by the scuffle. 

“I said I am done with my drawing!” Morn shouted loud enough to put an end to any hostilities, Glysh latched to Kuni’s back with her arms around the Onis throat but held back from applying pressure to her headlock. All eyes and hollow sockets turned to her.  “That's better. Here is my new costume.”

While still a very crude depiction, her new sketch was more clear than her previous scribble. It was a step above a stick figure. It showed a basic humanoid form in black tank top and black pants. Both had a very rudimentary skeletal structure drawn on them, with the figure's face painted to look like a skull.

“Why Morn, I am flattered you want to look like me.” Kozor said with mock pride.

The orc pressed down on the skull, forcing his jaw shut. “This is inspired by Dura, the shaman of my village. She always looked after me when I was growing up. I can't think of a better hero to represent.”

“Morn, that is so sweet. I didn’t  think you’d -ACK-” Kuni was cut off when Glysh continued their fight, choking out the Oni. The red vixen threw herself back, slamming the goblin against the wall and knocking fabric rolls to the ground. Morn ran over, not wanting the two of them to be responsible for making the group go from bankrupt to in debt.  The goblin still held onto the back of the oni, leaving both crotches at the same height. Morn swung her leg up between all four of their legs, her shin hitting the oni in the groin and the top of her foot hitting the goblin in the pussy. Both let out a cry of pain and fell to their knees. Morn crossed her arms and looked over the two women. 

“Knock it off you two. When I win this tournament I'm not gonna give a single copper to this shop to pay for damages, got it?”

Glysh took a hand off her aching womanhood to point an accusatory finger and Kuni. “She started it!”

“Does it look like I care? Save all this for the ring, for Wweef’s sake.”

Morn stomped off to the tailor, who upon seeing the muscular woman moving towards him with such purpose cowered in fear. Instinctively he moved one hand to his neck and the other over his crotch, unsure if she planned to make good on her earlier threat. He was beyond relieved when she merely held out the paper for him to take. Kuni leaned over to Glysh. “That was kinda hot, right?”

The goblin was perplexed. “The crotch kick or bossing us around?”

“Yes.”

With the designs in hand the tailor was almost ready, he simply needed some measurements. He brought out a long piece of measuring tape. He put one end of the tape on the floor and brought the other end to Morn’s hip, memorizing the height. He moved behind the orc.

“Put your hands above your head, please.”

“You better not be getting fresh.” Morn said with a growl as she raised her hands.

“Please, I’m a professional.” That being said he tried to reach his own arms up to get them up to the woman's chest, but judged it too awkward and simply decided to find a stool to give him extra height. Eventually he was able to bring the tape around the green woman’s bust. “I spend all day measuring and fitting my clients, I’m used to seeing a lot of naked people.” He couldn't get the ends of the tape to reach all the way around, the green breasts too much for one tape to handle. 

“I need to get a second tape, hold on.” The elf would have been able to squeeze the tape around her breasts, but one scowl from her was enough for him to not want to risk tempting a similar crotch kick she gave to her friends.

He moved to Glysh, needing to get on his knees to get down to her level. When the tailor pushed the now double long measuring tape around the goblin’s rump he raised a brow. “Looks like you are as wide as you are tall.”

“What was that?” The goblin yelled, anger rising. 

“Nothing, darling.” He lamented none of the women having a fine elf body type.

He finally moved to the oni and once more he needed a step stool to get up to her level. 

Morn took this time to look closer to the armors on display in the shop with a critical eye. 

“I've had to fight guys with protection like this before. I think they break and fall apart easily.”

Glysh let out a derivative snort. “Trojan Armor, the beggar’s choice. I can't tell you how many times a stealth operation has gone South and some guards came out wearing this crap to stop me. Having this on is like fighting naked.”

Morn was left confused. “What's the issue?”

“I forgot who I am talking to.” She said with a shrug. “I ment naked, with stones tied to your body. It's cheaply made and the weight is distributed awkwardly. Makes them really easy to fight.”

This sat ill with the orc, the image of some fighter dying due to a poor choice in protection. She tried to dismiss this, as it would be their choice ultimately. Her eyes went to the shop window and saw a young man with his face pressing against the shop window and an obvious tent in his pants. She was getting ready to storm out and fix that tent when she saw Max say something to the young man and point him away. Morn couldnt hear what was said, but the creep hurried off. Perhaps she judged Max incorrectly.

The tailor stretched double tape around the woman’s chest he sighed.

“What's wrong?” Kuni asked as the tape compressed her breasts.

“I don't have a third measuring tape, but I can estimate the proper size.” He moved his hand to the gap in the tape, using two fingers to try and fill in the space. When that failed he needed to use all of his hand to do so.

He stepped down. “You’ll have your outfits in a couple hours.”

“How will you make three outfits in a couple hours?” Kuni asked.

“I'm a professional.”

He moved to the back of the shop, working tirelessly. When he emerged he gave the girls three bags, each with their outfits.

With a bow the tailor motioned for the women to move to a back door.

“You may try on the outfits in the, ahem, changing room.”

The three did so, leaving Kozor in the main shop. Looking around they saw one wall was entirely fabric. While they were confused they still tried to put on their outfits. 

“I can barely get my ass in these pants!” Morn grunted as she pulled the waist of her black trouser in a vain attempt to cover her ass.

“Idiot tailor can't measure worth a damn.” Kuni growled as she realized she did not have enough bandage to completely cover her breasts.

“I'm feeling a little extra breezy here.” Glysh stated as she wiggled her hips to see how her outfit handled the movement. 

Suddenly the fabric wall parted, revealing the trio of women. The changing room they were in was in fact a runway attached to the back of the shop. All around the runway were countless eager eyes and several tightening pants, many of which were the ones who were trying to peer in the front. Morn growled to herself as she realized Max was directing the men back here to have front row seats. 

The armor merchant shouted as best as he could. “Trojan Armor proudly presents Glysh, Kuni, and Morn! Sponsored by Trojan Armor.”

Morn asked if he had to say the name twice. She was ready to jump off the stage and make good on her earlier threat, but was stopped when Glysh strutted on the runway. 

“Think of this as practice for using sexy as a weapon. Watch and learn.” The short and thick goblin started as she walked towards the catwalk. The crowds cheering intensified as she made sure to sway her generous hips with every step. Her outfit consisted of very baggy pants with a large portion of the hips cut out, forming an almost loin cloth with legs. Most of her waist and the sides of her butt were cleary visible, with only the center being hidden by fabric. The singular piece of clothing continued up her body, hiding her flat chest and moving up to her neck. She grasped this part and raised it to hide her mouth. 

“Boys go crazy for a little mystery and a little teasing.”

She strutted to the end of the walkway, and ended her show cause by giving a spinning roundhouse kick to the air, giving the men below only a short peek of her womanhood. She held still, but her rump needed a moment to slow down as well. One member, the creep from the window, couldn't contain himself and put his arms on the stage to climb up. Glysh stopped him by placing her foot on his face. She wagged her finger and pushed him down.

“I expect to see you cheer for me like this during my matches.”

Morn rubbed her chin. She was amazed. “So, you need to rile them up then abuse them. Build them up and tear them down, I get it!”

Kuni tried to hide her breasts with both hands, humiliated that so much of her was on display. She was about to try and stop Morn, but the orc was already off and the oni was too  to pursue onto the stage. Morn tried to think what men would find sexy, so she settled on swaying her hips as she walked like her goblin companion did. Her outfit was two sizes too small, so her skeleton themed pants rode so low that half of her butt was showing and most of her bush was on display. Her top did not fare much better, the fabric falling short of protecting modesty and showing off some of her dark green areolae. Morn added on to this, her hands moving on either side of her head as though to jerk off imaginary dicks.

Glysh did her best to hide her laughter at this, seeing the orc was trying to be sexy too far. She did fall on her back when she saw Morn focus on one of the dicks, using her tongue to simulate a bulge in her cheek like it was entering her mouth. For what it was worth the crowd was eating it up. Cheering even more wildly. When she made it to the end of the walkway she dropped to her knees, commiting to giving a phantom blowjob and even using one hand to cup imaginary balls.

The creep from the window once more lost his composure and tried to rush up the stage. Morn saw this and grabbed hold of his tunic, easily she lifted him up. The male's heart and manhood swelled with anticipation, things going even better than his wildest fantasies. 

The orc had other plans and knew the best way to tear down a guy. She lifted him up high enough to reach her other arm between his legs. She punched upward as hard as she was able, compressing his testicles between her strong forearms and his pelvis. She let him drop with a thud to the ground.

The men were stunned into silence by this, many wincing in sympathy.

Morn ran her way back to Glysh, smiling from ear to ear.

“How'd I do?” She asked excitedly.

Glysh had to shield her eyes so as to not lose her composure laughing at her entire show. “Killing it!”

Max rubbed his hands, knowing these three would be the best investment he ever made. He can only imagine how many sales he'd make with these three getting eyes on his product.

Journey's of Cave Cyrus 4

“We survived fine without humans or dinosaur help.” A lioness hissed as she addressed Cyrus. She was flanked on either side by a tribe mate and her queen, Elo. The lion tribe was similar to the human tribe in many ways. They were mostly female and each member was a capable hunter. While the humans had to develop and use the bow to aid them in their hunts the lions had claws and fangs to rely on. Their bodies, while thin, had toned muscle. While the dragon came in peace he knew the tribes were all weary of outsiders. They would only come to try and muscle them out of resources or territory. While the gods strictly forbade killing, fighting and the breaking of bones was allowed.

“This reeks of ambush. Lower our guard and then strike!” The second lioness growled, her lips curling back to reveal her pointed teeth. The queen placed a hand on her shoulder. To not show defiance she ceased her growls and quieted herself. 

“Peace, sister. Let not feelings get in the way.” The queen turned her gaze to the dragon. While she was older than her tribe mates he felt a stronger sense of danger from her. Doubtless she earned her royal position. Her body was bare of any clothing with only her tan colored fur covering her. Cyrus noted that the shade matched much of the landscape and would make her near impossible to see if she hid. “We have been quick to anger, as we-'' She cut herself off, clearly having said too much. 

“I wish for togetherness.” Cyrus spoke, pressing his hands together to try to visualize what he wanted. Such terms as confederation and unity were a long way off from having such lovely words to portray them, so the prehistoric dragon did his best. “No longer many tribes. All one tribe. Helping each other.”

“My sister has a point. Why do lions need help?” 

The dragon was happy, as she was not outright denying the proposal like her sisters. “Not need help, want it. If we work together and help, we give each other what we want. Stronger together, no longer sleep hungry if a hunt fails. Protect each other. Make one great tribe.”

“There wisdom to your words. But pointless. Nothing change without king's word. King’s word is law. And he won't change.” She attempted to keep a steady voice but her sadness was evident.  

She stood silent, thinking. “The king, my beloved, has grown lazy. He no longer hunts. No longer fights. His fire is gone. Now spends all day at the great rock and rests. But he is still strong, none of my sisters could best him to challenge his leadership. I could beat him, but it no feel right. If you challenged him and won you'd be the leader. Could make your great tribe.”

While he was hoping for a more peaceful route he would never turn down a challenge. He accepted and the group made their way through the savannah. Cyrus was amazed by the landscape and its natural beauty. This stoked his desire to see the homelands of the other tribes. He was brought back to the here and now by a familiar musky scent. His eyes were brought back to see some more natural beauty as he gazed upon the walking rumps of the lionesses. He also noted the clean glistening moisture of their loins.

“You're all very aroused. If you like we could-”

“Silence, outsider!” One spat, turning to sneer at him. 

The queen once more calmed her. “Forgive my sister. It's the time of the year, and we have yet to find satisfaction.”

Cyrus opened his maw to offer once more, but the frustrated gaze of the queen forced him to clamp his mouth shut.

“No sex without the king’s approval.”

Cyrus found newfound motivation to best the king of the lions.

Arriving at the Great Rock Cyrus took in the sights of the lion village. While he was escorted through the small village Cyrus did not notice a single male, only females. They did not paint their bodies like the human tribe, as any more colors would ruin their natural camouflage. Looking at the lionesses in groups he could appreciate how dangerous each one looked. Even through the fur he could see powerful toned muscles. Many bared their fangs and claws at him and had it not been for a stern look from the queen would the dragon have been pounced. The dragon was proud of his tough scales, but he didn't want to put them to the test against a whole pack. The group grew nearer to the Great Rock, aptly named as it the tan colored stone judded upward like the tusk of a great beast. The dragon had seen boars with teeth similar in nature to it, and couldn't help but picture it once belonging to a monstrous beast. Even with the dragon’s great height he felt small as he had to crane his neck upward to see the tip. He squinted as the edge eclipsed the sun itself.

Nearing the base of the rock the dragon was grateful for the shadow it cast as it helped to relieve him of some of the dry heat. He saw the first male in a while, a large lion lounging on his back. What first caught his eye was the large bushy main that created the lion’s head.

“King, Cyrus of the humans and dinosaurs has a request.” The queen stated dryly. There was a tone of barely hidden anger in her tone that even Cyrus felt a shiver from.

Any venom went over the King’s head as the smaller lion finished lowering a long purple plant into the King’s mouth. Judging by the purple coloring around his lips he had been enjoying this snack for some time. Deliberately he chewed and finished his snack before even caring to open his eyes to look upon the visitor. He raised himself up to a sitting position and met the dragon’s gaze easily.

“Have heard of you. Beat that big rex, tamed the humans.” The king was unimpressed, motioning to the smaller male next to him to pass another fruit. 

Cryus looked at the other male closer. He did not have mane yet. His body was very slim and had a very feminine build, a lot like the feminine males of the human tribe. Had it not been for the rather small manhood between his legs Cyrus may have mistaken him for a lioness. 

Cyrus attempted to ignore the concept shown by the lion. “I want to bring all tribes together. All working together.”

With a mouth full of fruit the king spoke, not caring for any dribble coming out. “I heard. Do not care. You may leave now. Why bother, everything fine as is.”

The queen let out a low growl and opened her mouth. Just as quickly she shut it, letting any protest die on the lips. Cyrus felt an anger grow in him, seeing how complacent the king was. 

“I challenge you for rule of the tribe.” 

The son looked surprised, and wanted to say something in defense of his father, but was silenced as the king used him to push himself upward to his full height. Once a challenge had been issued there was no denying it and the two must do battle for dominance. Cyrus saw that while the King had let himself grow softer he was still an imposing figure. He was shorter than the dragon, with less mass overall but this did not make him less imposing of an opponent. His body had some fat and somewhat of a gut, but the dragon could tell that powerful muscles lay beneath. Without warning the king let out a thunderous roar that was as loud and strong as thunder. Cyrus felt the roar hit him like a punch from a fellow dragon. All the tribe turned and gave their full attention to the spectacle. Gritting his teeth the dragon breathed in deep and let out his own roar. While nowhere near as deep or strong it showed his defiance 

The King smirked. “Not bad. Most would have run by now.”

He gave his son a smack on his rump. “Gather the tribe to the fighting circle. Let them see why I am king.”

The tribe did not have much in the way of dwellings or markings. The lions favored a much more naturalistic style of living. As such the fighting circle was merely a well worn patch of dirt, its grounds stained with blood from many fights. Cyrus could see many disagreements were settled here.

Quickly the circle was surrounded by all the tribe members, each one loudly cheering for the show to come. There were about thirty females in total, each one bearing some scarring or marks of a hard fought life. Cyrus wished to help ease the burden of all of them, be it trade for the humans weapons to make hunts more easy or extra food from a dinosaur tribe’s kill. 

The King strode to the ring at a leisurely pace, his son never leaving his side or his grasp. The son very much seemed to enjoy his fathers attention, giving the dragon a tinge in his loins. There was one other male who accompanied the king, but he was not as large at his ruler. For a moment the dragon wondered how the three of them managed to keep all the women satisfied. 

“No shame in submitting now. Surrender or suffer.” The king growled.

“Roar no scare me. Words will not.” Cyrus stood at his full height, not backing down.

When both combatants entered the ring the cheering died down, wrapped attention being drawn to the two males. Every set of eyes was upon then. The silence was broken when the king dashed forward, briefly lowering on all fours to propel himself at a blinding speed. In a fearsome pounce he threw his shoulder into the dragon's midsection. Despite all the momentum Cyrus was merely forced back a few inches, his heels digging into the ground. The King was surprised, expecting to have knocked down the dragon easily. With a smirk the dragon raised both fists up and smashed them onto the lion’s back like hammers. He fell to the ground, face in the dirt. The chalky taste entered his mouth. He spat it out. 

Cyrus backed off, letting the lion rise to his feet. Every lioness stood silent. It had been a long time since the king did battle, and even longer since he had been knocked down.

“How long has it been since you did battle? Hunted? Or too busy resting at the rock?” Cyrus sneered. Normally he would hold no ill will towards someone but the idea of a ruler doing nothing while his people struggled filled him with disgust. The dragon knew he had to either knock some sense into the lion or make sure he wouldn't rule again.

“Quiet!” The king roared as he got to his feet. 

The two fought more, but it was clear the king was out of practice. Despite his swiping and biting he was not able to land any clean hits on the dragon. Cyrus deliberately drew out the battle, wishing to see the King’s mettle. He saw there was a warrior deep within, and with every swipe it was clawing its way out. He was getting more keen, more swift with each attack. It had been too long since he had needed his strength. 

In one powerful lunge the lion swiped his claws across Cyrus chest, leaving four cuts across his softer yellow scales. Breathing deep the lion smiled. 

Cyrus smiled back. “Now we fight!”

The dragon reached forward, gripping the King by the scruff of his neck and hoisting him above his head. He squirmed but could not free himself. Cryus stepped forward and threw him with all his strength. Once more the king tasted the dirt as he hit the ground and rolled. The lion tribe scattered to avoid their monarch. He looked up and saw into the eyes of his son and queen, and he saw something he had not seen in some time; adoration. He remembered all at once the drive that led him to wanting to rule. He remembers teaching his son how to battle, and remembers striking down a rampaging beast to save his queen. The eyes he saw those days are the same he saw now.

Despite his pain he stood up, turning to face the dragon. He smiled as he met his gaze. “I have been asleep. You woke up the king.”

He crouched down, once more getting on all fours. Cyrus readied for his charge. The king dashed forward again, but instead of using pure power he stopped his headlong charge and sidestepped the last moment. This took Cyrus by surprise as he pounced from the side. This time the dragon was brought down, the lion mounting atop him. The two struggled like that, exchanging blows with each other as they rolled in the dirt. Both were breathing heavily as they struggled. 

Cyrus was clearly stronger than the king, despite his newfound resolve the time away from action had taken their toll. While their bodies pressed against each other a primal thrill arose in the two males, and blood began to flow to their manhoods. The two regained their footing and charged each other. Both grabbed at each other's hands, pushing each other back in a test of strength. Their chests were against each other, feeling one another hot breath. Likewise their manhoods were at full mast and pressed against each other, throbbing erections massaging each other. Cyrus was overpowering the king, pushing him so the king had to arch his back and struggled to stay upright. Cyrus leaned his maw closer to the King’s ear with a snide grin. 

“Feels like I am bigger than you in every way.”

With a growl the King launched his leg upward between the dragon’s. His shin collided harshly with the twin dragon balls and sent a sharp pain that radiated up to Cyrus’ stomach. He lost his strength and the lion capitalized on this, twisting and tossing the dragon to the ground. 

While the battle was still raging he felt a sense of pride, beating an oppenting in even this small victory. This was a feeling he used to live for. Cyrus cupped at his aching loins for a moment, trying to cradle  away the pain. He forced his hands away from his manhood and pushed himself upward. He wrapped his arms around the body of the lion and hoisted him off his feet. The dragon squeezed the King in a powerful bearhug. 

The king screamed as his body was compressed. He dug his claws at the back of the dragon, but unlike the softer yellow scales the thick black hide was too much for the lion to penetrate. Cyrus felt the lion’s still hard member on his belly and had a wicked idea for a sense of revenge. 

The dragon bucked his hips backwards and then upwards, flinging his erect dragonhood into the testicles of the lion. The lion howled as his balls were struck by the rock hard penis, the barbs stinging especially. Cyrus had much practice in thrusting his hips and continued this, each bounce of his cock smacking the lion’s pride. With one final hard thrust he pressed his balls up to his pelvis. The lion’s scream of pain was weaker now. 

The dragon let go, letting the lion fall to his knees. Cyrus noticed his still hard penis was at the perfect height of the lion’s face. Using his club once more he twisted his hips and smacked the lion across the face, knocking him to the ground. 

With a mighty roar he claimed the domain of the lion tribe.

Cyrus lay at the base of the Great Rock watching the setting sun. At his side the son of the King fed him purple fruit, which had a strong but pleasant taste. The dragon had to admit that he could see how one could lose himself to this, but there were still many more tribes to visit. Elo apprached, with the King in tow. While he was sore he still carried himself with pride. He was joined by the third male.

“Great Rock suits you well.” Elo started with a smile.

The King approached, looking down at Cyrus.

“How you feel, King?”

“Not king. Just Gid now.” The once king stated. When he finished he flopped over onto his back, gently pawing at the air while maintaining eye contact with Cyrus.

The dragon was stunned into silence, not sure what was happening. 

“A show of submission.” Elo explained, happy to see her mate accepting his new role.

“Thanks?” Said Cyrus, still dumbfounded. He raised himself to his full height. “Chief of lion tribe is good, but not for me. Queen would be better. Once thing first.”

Cyrus gave the son a slap on his rump, much like his father.

“Now am ready to give up rule.”

“But king has to loose in duel. Is law.” The son piped in, rubbing his sore behind.

“King’s word is law? My word is I make Elo Queen.” 

The son thought about this and couldn't find any fault in this logic.

“First order as queen is to join your great tribe. Hope to see many new brothers and sisters.”

Cyrus beamed with pride, but noticed all the males looking nervous as the sun set over the horizon. As the sun hid every female of the tribe converged on the Great Rock. Elo nuzzled up to Cyrus.

“You are wounded. Let me.” She began to lick up at his chest where Gib scratched at him. Cyrus knew licking one's wounds helps healing, but she seemed to have an ulterior motive.

Gib sprang to his feet, looking at all the females, his ears flat against his head. “Dragon, you need to leave!” 

“Why, what happening?” Cyrus said, confused but already getting aroused by the lioness’ caress.

The son ran to his father’s side. “The women. This time of year they are wild. At night they are mad!”

The dragon was worried that the lionesses would enter a feeding frenzy, but a familiar musky scent all around him told him they were going into a different frenzy. His maw curled into a wide grin. “No run from a challenge!”

The mating frenzy had been going on for a few hours. While the males put up a valiant effort, it was clear they were going on their last legs. The son lay on his back while a particularly passionate lioness bounced on his pelvis. Cyrus was in his element, gripping the hips of Elo and thrusting into her.

“Those barbs! This size!” Her tongue hung outside her mouth as passion took her.

Gib and the other male were gasping for breath as the final spurts of cum left them and they collapsed to the ground exhausted. “How you keep going?” He asked as he lay on the ground.

Cyrus flexed his arm with a wide smile. “Dragon pride!”

Gib let out a sharp yipe of pain as a new female nibbled at his balls. “Hard again! Need more!”

“Maybe we cuddle?” He asked, desperate to catch his breath.

The sun began to rise, but Cyrus kept up his pace. He had a new female held in his arms, her legs locked and forced above her head. He used a similar motion to when he slammed his penis into the former king’s balls, only this time it was to thrust inside of a female. Said former king was holding a concave rock full of water to the dragon’s maw and letting him drink. The lions had long since lost all their energy for sex and they had shifted all of their focus to helping Cyrus satisfy all their women. They all looked at him like a savior.

Cyrus was dripping in sweat and the water was greatly appreciated. “Hungry. Get food.”

The three males scrambled to meet his demand, scrounging up any fruit or meats they could get their claws on. With a final thrust the dragon’s testicles clenched as he shot a load into the lioness he held. She threw her head back and she felt herself get filled up like never before. He let her down, and she gushed with his and her excess passion.

The son ran to Cyrus, a chunk of meat in hand. The dragon bit in and swallowed it in one gulp. He reached over and grabbed a handful of his behind.

“Wait! Am male!”

“No care.” Cyrus stated as he pulled him in close, pressing his soft furred body against his harsh scales. He brought his maw to the small lion’s mouth and the two kissed. The dragon’s tongue entered the lion’s mouth and explored every inch, licking at his teeth and gums. When Cyrus pulled away the son’s face was bright red and he was beyond flustered.

Several lionesses swarmed the dragon, the display stirring their desires again.

“Me, do me!”

“You had Gib! Me had nothing!” Another hissed.

“You all get Cyrus. Me no stop until everyone satisfied.” His conviction clear in his voice.

Despite his exhaustion the son felt aroused again, wishing to be taken by Cyrus like he would take a female.’

With the son setting on a new day Cyrus was in a heap of sweaty and satisfied lions and lionesses. Every muscle in his body ached worse then he had ever felt but he couldn't keep the smile from his face. Looking around he saw all the lionesses lounging and resting all with his cum dripping from their lions. Gib did his best to crawl to Cyrus.

“Come next year and save us again?”

“Wouldn't miss it.”

The son pawed at the dragon’s shoulder, his eyes wide and ears pressed against his head. 

“Maybe you take me as mate too?”

Despite his aches, Cyrus felt a stirring in his loins. 

“Now.” He stated.

“Now?” the son asked, surprised he could keep going. 

Cyrus wasted no more words and grabbed the young lion to bring him close. The dragon knew he wouldn't miss next year for the world

Journey's of Cyrus: Across the Desert 3

The group had been traveling for a few days, finding the trail of the kidnappers and following it. Their progress was stopped by a supernatural sand storm  forming an almost wall of impassible wind and scouring debress . They had to make a detour, making camp at the entrance of the tomb of Nub-set, Matriarch of the previous dynasty. 

 

With the moon hanging high in the sky the group made camp.

“Not the first time I've done a little grave robbing.” Morn stated as she started to lay out the blanket that would serve as her bed.

Ra-khem-smen-toti pointed an accusatory finger at his greenskin companion. “This is not grave robbing. The storm that blocks our path is magical in nature, and only the jewel of Nub-set’s necklace has any hope of dispelling it and letting us pass. We will take absolutely nothing else and return the jewel when our quest is complete. If we were not on a journey to rescue a royal I wouldn't even consider disturbing the grave of a queen. This will be done with the utmost respect.”

“Easy, croc daddy, didn't mean any disrespect. My best friend is dead so I know all about how to deal with them.”

Cyrus chimed in, placing a hand on Morn’s shoulder. “I'm sorry to hear that. I have lost friends on my adventures as well.”

Morn shrugged him off. “Damn wizard did not let a lack of lungs or tongue stop him from never shutting up.”

The dragon wanted to ask a follow up question, namely what the hell she ment, but mMorn kept going. 

“Why can't we go to the tomb and respectfully acquire this jewel now?” She made sure to put extra emphasis on ‘respectfully’.

“All tombs have several traps to keep out grave robbers. No one has full knowledge of all the dangers inside, as each section was constructed by their own trap masters. Even a royal guard like me only has vague knowledge of what to expect. We need to be fully rested to handle what's inside.”

Even as he stated this he had to control his frustration. The idea of the princess and royal advisor at the mercy of bandits ate him up and every part of his being wanted to throw himself at the sandstorm to muscle his way through. But he knew that a meaningless death would accomplish nothing, this must be done right. 

“We will enter at dawn's light.”

The tomb was a towering monument, a large pyramid with gold plated tip. Even in the moonlight it produced a dazing effect, shining like a star. The only entrance was a large arched gateway with a stone door. While using the opening as a shelter was brought up, Khem forbade it.

Morn pouted, seething at the idea of some dead queen getting this level of deference and so much effort wasted in building a tomb for her. She kept this to herself, knowing that it would needlessly agitate the crocodile. Cyrus made himself comfortable, laying his newly acquired weapon besides him and within arms reach. With one last look at the sleeping orc, stealing a glance at her toned rump and hoping he would see it again in his dream, he drifted off to sleep.

“Thief!” The voice of Khem shouted, jostling his companions to life. The two long time warriors shot to their feet, a jolt of adrenaline quickly dispelling the night's sleep. Weapons in hand, their eyes darted all around, seeking a foe. With no obvious enemy they looked to see Khem frantically swinging his halberd in the air, seemingly at nothing. 

“Are you all right?”

“It's small! It flies around with a stolen pouch.” He stated, not taking his eyes off the tiny thief. 

Their eyes adjusted to the darkness and they were able to see what looked like a greenish jewel darting through the air, with a leather satchel hanging below. They heard a sharp buzzing as it made new zigzagging patterns in the air to dodge the deadly blade swung at it. 

“Not an it!” A high whirling voice shouted. “Crocodile thing going blind in old age! Am female!”

Khem swung once more, over committing and stumbling. The small figure stopped its frantic pace, breathing heavy as it hovered in the air. Cyrus was able to get a clear view of the thief.  She was no more than a foot tall, with four arms all clutching at a bag that seemed to take all her strength to keep hold of. Her body had an exoskeleton, similar to that of a scorpion only this was the color of jade. Her segmented body was lithe and thin. Behind her transparent wings fluttered faster than the eye could see, letting her hover in the air. She had a singular horn atop her head and an oddly distended belly. At once Cyrus recognized that this was a scarab, an insect native to this area. He hesitated, the stomach reminded him of a pregnant woman.

Before he could do anything Morn ran in, shouting curses and trying to swat at the creature with her spear. With graceful movement it dashed out of the way of each swing, moving like a leaf in the wind. With each failed attack the orc’s frustration grew. The bug moved towards Morn and in a swift motion flew downward with her loincloth in hand, leaving her bottomless. While the orc did not mind nudity she hated being made a fool of.

“You have many coins, won't miss losing a few, yes?” The small creature  cackled.

 Disregarding the state of undress she made a few more swings as the scarab flew close to the ground. Bag dragging across the ground she moved between Cyrus’ legs. Morn swung  her spear in an upward arc, missing her target and unfortunately hitting a different bag. The dragon yelped in pain and clutched his groin.

A chittering laughter emitted from the scarab, seeing the havoc she caused. This was swiftly ended when a large scale hand clasped around her, trapping her in its embrace. With a growl Khem held the small thief to his eye to examine his catch, only her head and shoulders above his hand.

“Nena.” Khem practically roared out, distain clear in his tone. 

Rubbing away the pain in his loins Cyrus inquired. “You know this scarab?”

He didn't take his eyes off the bug or loosen his grip. “A notorious thief that has been a blight on our lands.”

With a smirk Nena said with no small sense of pride “The one and only.”

Khem tightened his grip, causing the bug to groan in pain. “Lawbreaker, what were you doing outside this tomb?”

“Simply making my way to the city. Big sandstorm forced me to find rest. Find some sleeping adventurers with fat coin pouches. But you caught Nena, so I give you back your coin and I'll leave you be.”

The royal guard’s tone stayed grim. “We are on a mission to rescue royalty.” He lowered the bug to the ground, keeping her in his hand. He moved the blade of his weapon above her neck, hovering it menacingly. “To sabotage our journey in any way is tantamount to putting her in more danger. Such a crime is beyond forgiveness. By the authority of the court I sentence you to death!”

The bug grew frantic, trying to wiggle her way free, biting at the scaled fingers that gripped her, but nothing helped. Realizing her fate was sealed she let out a scream as the blade was raised.

Cyrus grabbed Khem’s glave, stopping its downward motion. A guttural roar escaped the crocodile’s jaw, shaking the dragon’s bones. Yet the dragon stood firm.

“Do you interfere with Djanem justice?” 

“She did not know our journey's purpose, death is too harsh a penalty.”

Khem tried to shake his weapon free from the black dragon’s grasp. Cyrus did not turn his gaze away, meeting the crocodile’s eye. “She is with a clutch. Executing her now is unconscionable. As a father you must feel the same.”

Khem relented, turning to look at the scarab and realizing her stomach felt oddly rounded. He clenched his jaw, mauling the idea over in his head before finally relenting. He let go of the bug, and she wasted no time flying off as fast as her wings could take her.

“I would have prefered  to jail her, but we have more important things to handle now.” Khem’s eyes faced towards the ground at the indent Nena left in the sand. “I got carried away there. It's just.” His voice trailed off. “They were lost on my watch. It is an unforgivable failing on my end. I have failed the royals, the gods, my own family. My son must be ashamed of me.”

Cyrus placed a hand on the crocodile's shoulder, giving it a reassuring squeeze. “I saw how he looked at you. He had nothing but adoration in his eyes. You did not fail in your duty, you did everything you could. Even now you do all you can. I will do all I can to see the princess and advisor brought back home.”

Khem placed a hand on the dragon's, taking his words for a moment. “Thank you. But we should rest now, a great labor awaits us tomorrow.”

The three made their way back to their bedding, sleep finding them easily. Cyrus was awoken as a faint buzzing voice sounded in his ear. “Large one, awake.”

Cryus sat up with a start, hand darting to his weapon. 

“Peace, peace” The bug stated, raising all four of her arms up in a placating manner. “Have come to express gratitude.  Were it not for your words I would be without my head. I wish to join your quest, I owe my life to you.”

He waved hand “Don't worry about it. I don't believe in the death penalty at all, and I could never stand idly when a pregnant woman is in peril.” Saying that Cyrus noticed that her stomach was no longer distended and her step was much lighter. 

She noticed and patted her stomach. “I feel much more agile now. I should have waited to lay those before stealing from you, but greed got the better of me.”

Cyrus couldn't help but chuckle. “Well, I am sure the father will be very excited.”

Nena shook her head. “No father. Without eggs being fertilized eggs will not hatch.” She scrunched her face, trying to think of the proper words. “I heard it is like how you big species have periods, same concept.”

Cyrus let the idea tumble in his head. Memories washed over him like a wave as he was brought back to his time with a mermaid and the similar mating methods they had. Back then the mermaid had laid her eggs and watched in wrapped excitement  as he masterbated onto the eggs.

“Would you fertilize my eggs?”

The question snapped the dragon back to reality. “What?”

“You big and strong. Good morals too. Make eggs grow good. Ideal father!”

Cyrus scratched at his chin. “I am very honored.” The idea already caused his loins to swell some. “But I am on an important quest, I can't stop to look  after children.”

The bug waved a hand dismissively. “Scarabs not like big species, when eggs hatch they can take care of themselves.”

The black dragon was already tempted but that convinced him. Normally the idea of abandoning young would repulse him but knowing they would be fine reassured him. Nena led the male to where she laid her eggs. While each individual egg was tiny, no bigger than a pea, they still formed an impressive pile.

“Go on, fertilize.” Nena commanded  as she gestured to her eggs. 

“I need a little stimulation, I can't just cum on command.”

“Ah, yes, you large species and your mating rituals. I've learned somewhat from when I steal from brothels.”

Cryus gave a disapproving look, causing the bug to give a shrug and a practiced innocent smile. “I only take some, they are distracted, it's easy.”

Not happy but still eager to help spawn some half dragons he sat down in the sand, as he found this position helped him aim with the mermaid. He pushed his loincloth aside, exposing his long yellow shaft. He began to pump at it and the organ started to swell and rise.

“You need stimulation, yes. I will use the mating calls to aid you.” Nena cleared her throat. She ran her four hands across her body, gliding them down her hips and up her chest. “Oh daddy, give it to me. Give it to me daddy please, I need it.”

Cyrus’ brow rose at this, her mimicry of a woman in the throes of passion took him by surprise. He was so surprised he momentarily stopped.

“Did I mess up the call? I'm usually good at copying voices. Was my dance wrong?”

“No, no.” Cyurs quickly voiced. “It was very good. I was just surprised us all.”

“I don't understand what a ‘daddy’ is but women use the word a lot during mating. What does it mean?”

Cyrus chuckled . “Well, you're about to make me one. It means a father.”

Not fully grasping the nuances of dirty talk the bug nodded. “Makes sense for intercorse, the goal is to make children.” Her head tilted as an idea hit her. “How old are you?”

Cyrus resumed his masterbation, bringing his penis to full erection. He nestled his rump comfortably, letting his balls rest on the cool sand. “I am two hundred years old.”

“You are the grandfather then! Never seen anyone as old as you before.” 

He quickened his pace, finding being called grandfather hotter than being called daddy. “You're a natural at this.”

She chuckled. “In that case I can give some more direct stimulation.” Her wings buzzed as she took off between the dragon's legs. She planted a foot on each of Cyrus’ testicles as she stood before his upright penis. This caused discomfort to the male, but the sight of her being as tall as his member kept him from voicing any discomfort. She looked at it closer, her small antenna flickering and brushing against his manhood. “It has a very strong smell. Pungent and musky, not unpleasant.”

While the mechanisms for how an insect can smell flew over the dragon’s head he appreciated the sentiment. She moved her body closer, pressing her surprisingly soft chest against the underside of his dick and moving her four arms around it to give it a hug. The exoskeleton limbs felt strange, yet the feeling was more than welcome. She squatted down and up. “I'm afraid this is the best I can mimic the brothel women using their hands as I can.”

The dragon leaned back, enjoying the new sensation. “You're doing great.”

She continued for a bit, her wings sometimes flickering out to help her with an upward motion. “I'm feeling oddly warm, is this normal for big species mating?”

“You've never gotten horny before?” 

“For scarabs reproduction only consists of laying and fertilizing eggs. Quick and easy.”

Cyrus bit his tongue to not make a sex joke. Nena flew up, looking at the tip of his penis and seeing a drop of clear pre cum forming. “Is this all the semen you produce?” She asked, disappointed.

“This is just the start. Much more will come soon enough. I can take over from here.”

He reached his hand back to his shaft, but it was swatted away by the bug. “I wish to engage in big species mating rituals more. I've seen the women stick the male penis inside their cloaca.”

The dragon stopped himself from correcting her, mostly curious as to how she planned to proceed. The bug hovered upward, placing her crotch on the end of his penis. Lowering herself, her slit was quickly soaked in the drop of precum. She let out a quick sharp gasp at the new sensation. She used her wings to keep balance as she grinded her hips on him. Cyrus had been ridden before, even by shorter races like goblins, but this was wholly new to him. She was very much enjoying herself, so the dragon let her proceed. Her gyrations grew more frantic quickly she was all but humping his penis. She once more ran her four arms across her body, but this time it was not to copy a motion she saw before but in genuine ecstasy. She retracted her wings and lowered herself, trying to force the, to her, massive penis inside her frame. 

“Stick it in me, I need to feel it inside me. Please grandfather!” Her usual mannerisms were replaced with white hot desire, a new world of sensations opening up to her. 

Cyrus was hesitant, using a hand to wrap around her midsection and gently pushing her down. She let out a  loud moan.

“If it gets to be too much just say so, I’ll be slow and gentle.”

“Dont you fucking dare!” She all but spat, speaking with the intensity of a starving beast being denied food. The dragon was taken aback by the forceful tone. If she wished it that badly, he would oblige. Still hesitant he lowered her more, her abdomen stretching to accommodate his dick. She showed some discomfort but it was vastly overtaken by sheer pleasure. He pushed more and his head was inside. She threw her head back in delight as he pushed more in. Her stomach bulged as his dick went inside her. Cyrus was surprised to see she was able to take about half of his penis. Losing inhibitions he pushed her out, then back in. The insect was very tight, and unbelievably wet. The combination forced a warm thrill of delight to shoot through the dragon and his hips bucked involuntarily as the sensation overtook him momentarily. His breathing grew deeper and he looked down at his mate.

Her face was a mask of sheer bliss, drooling as her mouth twisted into a dumbfounded smile. Seeing his mate in such a state only stoked the dragon onward, quickening his pace and using the small bug as a masturbatory  aid. His nostrils flared, taking in the cold desert air. His body twitched as he reached his limit. Going against his instincts he pulled the woman off, placing her as gently as he was able onto the sand in front of the eggs. Using her natural lubricant on his shaft he pumped fast and hard, bringing himself to orgasm. With a roar he shot thick warm cum out and covered the pile of eggs completely. The reminder of the eggs pushed him harder, and he pumped more at his shaft to coax out every last drop of semen he could to help coat them totally. He kept stroking as every jolt of desire left him and his climax was spent. Breathing deeply he looked down, seeing the eggs had been completely covered. With a start he saw the bug had been covered as well. He was about to apologize but saw that she was writing, lost in a sea of afterglow. She would need some time to recover.

“Shut the hell up! I’m trying to sleep!” A very frustrated orcish voice cried out. 

“Sorry. I'll be quiet.” the dragon said sheepishly. He would have to explain the new party member in the morning.

“Wake me up again and I’ll crack your damn dragon eggs!”

Low Blow Quest 11: for the love of Wweef

“I have to say, you did an amazing job on these clothes, Morn.” Glysh the goblin said as she adjusted the leaf and vines that made up a makeshift skirt. The party of four now hid their nudity behind simple yet skimpy clothing made out of materials readily available in the wilderness. 

“It kinda chafes.” Kuni the oni commented as she looked down at the bra she had on made from scraped off tree bark.

Morn scoffed, dressed in what could best be described as an all-natural bikini, brown leaves tied together forming a top, with a bushy tangle of vines and foliage resembling a skirt. “I couldn't find foliage that would be strong enough to handle your chest. Just bear with it as we enter town.” 

Crowned with a laurel wreath, Kozor the undead wizard clattered his teeth. Having only his skull left of his mortal form it was all he could wear, aside from the vine woven through his zygomatic arches so he could hang at the orc girl’s hip. “I would have thought you'd be used to wood rubbing against your tits. And why’d you make me wear this? I feel like the trophy of a headhunter.” 

“I didn't want you to feel left out.” The orc answered in earnest. When the party had spotted the telltale signs of a human settlement nearby, they were elated. However their state of undress may attract some unwanted attention, so Morn had created their bushcraft clothing to cover up their naughty bits.

Morn sounded annoyed. “These damn civilized pansies and their laws against nudity. I never saw the issue, everyones has a dick or coochie, why make such a big fuss hiding it?” Kuni nodded emphatically, already missing the sight of the buff greenskin in the nude. 

“It's what separates us from animals.” Glysh commented.

“It's what makes city dwellers soft.” Morn spat disdainfully.

Glysh cocked her hips sideways. “Either way, I'd prefer to not get in trouble with the law as soon as we set foot in town. We just gotta get in, figure out where the hells we are and how to make some quick money. It would be nice to secure some real clothes and equipment again.”

The thick goblin scratched her head, suddenly remembering all the gear she had lost. All of her various ninja tools and accoutrement was at best lost in a cave who knows how far away or at worst utterly destroyed. Following that she could only ruminate on the budget it would take to replace her stuff. 

“Let's be happy with what we still have.” Said Kozor the undead wizard skull. “Glysh still has her kusarigama, Morn kept her demonic club, and Kuni her ax. They all must be magic in some way to have been sent with us, what sort of enchantment do they have?”

“Minor durability enchantment. I tend to break ordinary weapons too easily.”

Morn thought out loud. “So only magic items and living things made it. What would you count as?”

Kozor thought. He would like to think that as a soul trapped inside what was left of his body, he was still considered a living thing. But more realistically he might be better categorized as a magic item. “Doesn't matter. Besides, if you all are worried about money, I'm sure a trio of nearly naked bimbos can make gold real fast anywhere.”

The orc reached down to clamp his jaw shut. “Quiet, or we will sell you to a magic pawn shop.”

The town was bustling, to the point it nearly rivaled a full on city. The girls earned more than a few sideways glances from leering onlookers, but were quickly able to learn they had ended up in the town of Nurnhogsreath.

“Fuck me, we somehow flew over two entire kingdoms. How are we gonna make our way all the way back to Devil's Valley on our bare feet?” Glysh whined, “Skull boy, don't you know any teleportation spell?”

“I'm still a beginner wizard, I can't do flashy stuff like that. And at least you still have feet, I don't wanna hear you peep.”

Morn took a look around town, the place was very lively and seemed to prepare for some sort of celebration. Hulking warriors of all shapes and sizes seemed to be gathering, each dressed in garish bright colors. The orc grabbed the nearest passer by the arm, he was a young human male with his bare chest painted in a script she could not read. “What festival is this?”

He stammered, both on account of the sudden manhandling and because of the two green mounds  barely contained by leaves that were shoved next to his face. 

“Um, well, that would be the World Wreckers Foundation. Big grappling tournament held annually. All the biggest and best fighters in the tri-kingdom area gather here.” He did his best to keep his eyes up and away from the greenskin’s udders so as to not offend her. “Are you not participating? Anyone who bests last year's champion gets the prize. A golden belt worth a fortune.”

Morn pushed the man away, no longer needing him or his awkward attempts to stare at her chest. “You guys hear that? Easy gold!”

The red oni looked around, seeing fighters of all races, sizes, and strengths getting ready. “I wouldn't say it's easy. But I'll be damned if I shy away from a good battle.”

“Reminds me of home.” Morn said, a hint of nostalgia “Everyone coming together to beat the living shit out of each other while a crowd yells out for blood. If only all places were as orcy”

"I am less keen on the fighting, than on the big ass piece of gold.” Glysh said, cracking her knuckles.

“I'd love to help and see who's best at punching one another, but I'm afraid I wouldn't make for much of a fighter.” Kozor clacked, an air of superiority entering his voice. “I was never one for such crude and pointless violence. Mine was the pursuit of arcane knowledge.”

 “Learn how to teleport your own party, then you can talk shit.” Kuni said.

“I suggest you tone it down, lest you want me to enlighten our friends about your nocturnal habits?” Kozor snapped back.

Suddenly the mouth of the oni slammed shut, remembering that the undead wizard saw her groping Morn during her sleep. Not wanting to scare the orc woman away, Kuni agreed to let the wizard practice his possession on her when he had the recharged energy to do so, for now he was unable to do so having spend all of his energy already. It seemed he was not above leveraging this secret to get her to stay in line. Morn ignored this exchange, too busy beaming at excitement at the idea of a battle tournament. She was already picturing the crowd chanting her name.

The gang quickly looked around town, finding a booth set up that was accepting applicants. Besides it was a well dressed man nervously looking up and down the line, trying desperately to find someone in particular. They noted, with some dismay, that they were forced to wait in a very long line. They had to endure many leers and lewd comments about their near nakedness. Morn was used to this but delivered a swift strike to those who got too close for her liking. Glysh was happy that her taller companions got most of the attention, as being a sneaky sort she wasn't used to being eyed up. She did get a confusing comment about a bakery. Kuni did her best to not move around too much to not make her generous bosom bounce. Hours passed and they were finally able to speak to the man in the booth, whose tired expression said he had grown weary looking at fighters. “Names?” 

The three women gave their full names in turn.

“Morn, no family name.” 

“Glysh Glash”

“Kuni Ling-Wus.”

The man compiled a list in front of him. “That'll be forty five gold each.”

“What? What for?” Morn snarled.

“Please, Ms. Nofamilyname, anyone who wasn't invited must pay the entry fee. Tournaments are not cheap.”

Morn quickly mumbled to herself, touching fingers to thumbs to count quickly. “The hell we gonna get one hundred and thirty five gold.”

“Not really my problem.” The unenthused man said, waving the women's way for any paying participants. “You have til sundown to figure it out. Last day to sign up.”

Morn threw her head back, a groan of frustration. “Maybe we can find some rich sad to mug. If we hit the richer part of town-”

Glysh interrupted. “Wait, did you say your full name is Kuni Ling-Wus?”

“Yeah” the oni stated, confused. “I come from a long line of Ling-Wus. What of it?”

“Oh my god! I just heard it.” Morn said before breaking out in a giggle. “You live up to that name, girl?”

The goblin doubled over “Just imagine she changes mid-way. What a mouthful!”

“That's the taste that kinda lingers, wouldn't you say?” A clattering of teeth added on from Morn’s hip.

“Whats so fucking funny? You piece of me?” Kuni balled her fists and stepped angrily to the women in hysterics.

“Please, if I may interject?”

A well-dressed man in the fine robes of a well to do merchant nervously ambled forward, clearly afraid the red woman's fury may be directed towards him. “Max Trojan, owner of Trojan Armour Co. I was waiting for a trio of warriors who were supposed arrive days ago. I was to cover their entry fee and in exchange they'd promote my product during the tournament.”

Morn thought of the Creeper in the Water, wondering if some other group did not fare as well as they did against the beast. “Well about that…”

Max continued, not listening to the orc. “They were supposed to be top contenders to win. I was hoping their muscle would get some eyes on Trojan armor. But it seems they may not make it. If you are willing to agree to some terms I could cover your entry fee.”

Morn lit up, happy she got to do some battling. “Oh hell yeah!”

Glysh stepped in “Hold up, what kind of terms are we talking about?” Her goblin eyes narrowing at the prospect of something sounding too good to be true. 

“Well, you women look like capable fighters, but I do not know that for sure. I'd need some assurance that my investment would yield some returns. I have a business to run, after all. All must fight in the preliminary battles. Many enter and the weak must be weeded out. If you win that bout, you don't need to worry about the entry fee. That is, if you promote my brand of course.

“And what if we win the prize money?” Kuni asked,in a tone that would dissuade argument on this. 

The man smiled placatingly. The idea that any of these three last second entries could have any shot of winning was very low, and he had precious little time to argue for a long shot gamble like this. “Any and all prize money is all yours. Just thank Trojan Armour and Co and you'd have done your part.”

Morn looked to her companions, who nodded in agreement. Seemed like they had nothing to lose. “Very good, very good. Let's get you entered, I'm sure you three will be amazing promoters.”

After the proper money exchanged hands the three girls were all set to battle in the preliminaries, which were to start the next day. After the girls had to submit to a urine test to make sure none were on any performance enhancing potions they were cleared to enter. When they arrived they saw many fighters all battling it out in several dirt areas. They must be tested first to make sure they are fit to enter the battleground that was the legendary Squared Circle. Glysh looked around to see every fighter in a different assortment of bright colors or garish costumes as they grappled, each watched closely by some kind of priest in a zebra pattern tunic. The goblin studied a match where two muscle bound humans struggled to lift one another, each wearing colorful boots, gloves, and tight trunks. “So why are they all dressed like…” Her face scrunched to find a proper word for what she meant. “A theater troupe.” Keeping her eyes on the duo of muscled sweaty bodies clashing into each other, nearly naked as they competed in a dumb macho display. “I am not complaining, mind you.”

“A newcomer, eh?” One of the zebra tunic men turned to face the trio nearly naked women. He seemed unphased by their quasi-nudity, considering they were more conservatively dressed than most here. He was a large man, almost getting eye to eye with Kuni. His bulky body was criss crossed in scars that spoke of a lifetime of battle. A growing gut spoke of his advancing age yet the muscle underneath any fat was still prominent. He displayed a wide grin, where a couple of teeth were noticeably missing. “This is no ordinary battle arena. We’re talking about the Squared Circle.” He turned away from the fight he was meant to be watching “Only the biggest and the baddest dare to step in here. Fighting for fame and glory and the appeasement of the god Wweef! Just thinking about it gets me pumped!” He slammed his fists together and flexed his arms hard enough to cause his zebra tunic to tear at the sleeves. During this the two men, one with neon face paint and tassels tied to his arms and legs, were laying prone as his long blond haired foe lay on top of him. Blonde looked up at the ref, expecting him to start counting and yelled in anger when no such count started. The refereed jumped at this and quickly began to count, only for the tassel man to kick out at the count of two. 

Glysh spoke up, happy that she can continue to enjoy the spectacle of the borderline homoerotic battle “I did a little digging and this seems to be for an old battle god. In ancient times they'd fight to the death in elaborate get ups to earn his favor. They toned things down a little but the earning of favor remains the same. And, ya know, the fat stack of gold for the winner helped bring in those less religiously inclined.”

“Besides the silly wardrobe, what makes this different from an arena?” Kuni asked, eyeing up her potential competition. She was among the tallest fighters there, owing to her being an oni. She did note the wide variety of combatants, gnolls, hobgoblin, every sort of beast race. 

“There are a few rules. First you lose if your shoulders, or similar anatomical part for those lacking shoulders, are pinned to the ground for three seconds. If you are out of the ring for the seconds. Third if you use non-natural weapons, including magic of any sort or potions. You’re also disqualified if you outright kill your opponent. Few others too, but those are the big ones.”

“No killing, got it. But what do you mean by natural weapons?” Morn asked, noting a particularly buxom female fighter sporting tight shiny material for her outfit and a beautiful mask, slamming a foe with her snake-like tail.

The ref spoke up, this time making an effort to keep his eyes on the match. “If you are born with it you may use it. Tails, claws, horns, all of that is allowed.”

“Any rules against groin striking?” Morn asked, liking the idea of fighting here more by the moment. 

“If you are born with it it may be used against you.” He noted as he didnt interject when tassels kicked blonde between the legs. 

“You sure seem excited. Big fan I take it, old timer?”

“Fan?” He shot back, full of indignation. “Young madam I was the reigning champion for two years! Had it not been for numerous bone fractures making every day life pain I would be fighting in the ring right now. I was once the Iron Sultan. But now I am the eyes of Wweef. Any rule breaking my eyes see will be punished!” He turned, flexing again and waiting for applause. 

“Am I meant to know you?” Morn asked.

Deflated by this remark, the sultan mumbled. “Retired for a few years and already forgotten.”

While he sulked, he failed to notice tassels reaching out of the ring to grab hold of a stray rock. Hitting blonde over the head, she knocked him out could. Tassels tossed the weapon aside and quickly moved to pin his foe, yelling for attention. The ref did so, much to the smug satisfaction of the fighter. 

“Shameful display.” Kuni scoffed, disgusted by the rule breaking. 

“Nah, so long as he wins I say all is good.” Objected Morn with a shrug.

Kozor clattered his teeth. “You’re surprising me, Morn. Thought of you as the honorable warrior type.

“Honor is what losers complain about when they are defeated. Method doesn't matter to me, as long as ya win.”

Glysh smiled, slapping Morn on the rear. “You're speaking my language. You'd make a fine rogue with an attitude like that.”

Kuni was frustrated, but chose to remain silent. 

“You should see the quartermaster.” The ref stated, as he helped to carry the defeated blonde out of the dirt ring. “Since you don't have enough pizaz to be in the ring, you'll be issued a standard wrestling garb you'll have to fight in. 

The girls all got their garb and were mortified. The three of them were issued stretchy singlets that were obviously made for males of standard builds. This was especially obvious in the way the crotch of the suit sagged, allowing space for dick and balls that they did not possess. Kuni, however, was somewhat happy for the extra slack as her transformation was due soon and didn't like the prospect of male parts growing into skin tight clothing. 

Morns' battle was first, and she stepped into the provided dirt wrestling ring dressed in a bright cherry red singlet. While the crotch of the suit had space to spare, it stretched to accommodate her round orc rump and hips, giving any onlookers a very good idea of what she looked like underneath. Of partial discomfort was her top, making her breasts squish down in the tight unforgiving material of the suit. She pinched the shoulder strap of the outfit, pulling it out and allowing it to snap back. “The hell is this made out of?”

“Skinned Creepers in the Water.” Glysh added helpfully as she held the skull of Kozor so he may watch as well. “I've had sneaking suits made out of similar material. Minor electrical spells can change their colors. But ours seems to be made out of cheap shit, probably a juvenile Creeper.”

Kozor spoke, his jaw forcing the rest of his head upward as the goblin held him under the chin. “I must say the combination of the red suit and your green skin is giving me distinct winter holiday vibes.”

Morn felt as though she was being mocked but couldn't fully put her finger on why, as she spent most her life in an area where winter time ment that near deadly heat turned to simply unbearable. Still, she readied herself for the battle to come. In front of her was a large goliath combatant, wearing a blue and white half face mask and long leg pants with matching boots. He stood a full head taller than Morn, but seemed light on his feet as he quickly shifted his stance to favor one leg then the other. Morn clenched her fists and took up a defensive stance.

“Disgraceful, not even showing up in proper attire. You make a mockery of the Squared Circle.” Scoffed the goliath, a voice as hard as granate.

Morn smirked, “Where I come from, only the strong get to talk shit. So unless you can back up your talk, you best shut up.”

The Blue Goliath flexed his hands to crack his fingers. “You have the right attitude at least. Still, for Wweef’s sake I'll show you real wrestling.”

As soon as the round start was announced the Blue Goliath shot forward, with a speed unbecoming of a man his size. Morn braced herself, knowing that such mass and velocity meant a lot of force, though in her mind it was simplified to ‘big thing moving fast hurts a lot’. She threw up her hands to block a hard punch and felt his knuckles dig into her forearm, seeing that his fists matched his voice. Her bare heels dug into the dirt below as she bore the impact. The orc gritted her tusks and teeth and shot back, digging a fist into the side of the man. He winced in pain but quickly moved his arms to wrap around hers and pulled her with all his might. Morn was sent stumbling and found herself falling to the ground. She rolled, quickly righting herself to a low crouching position. Suddenly the man was upon her, leaning over her and wrapping his arms around her waist. Morn struggled but found herself feeling the novel sensation of being flipped fully upside down then right side up and now looked over the ring at double her usual height. She realized she was sitting on the man's shoulders, her crotch in his face. Unable to fully process what had just transpired she sat frozen. This was quickly broken when she had the gut wrenching sensation of falling. This, too, was quickly stopped the ground slammed against her back. Her body yelled out in pain as she laid spread eagle on the ground. 

The man stood in triumph “Now that's wrestling!”

Morn tried to recover. She thought to herself ‘wrestling is about picking people up and slamming them down?’ her pained back was testament to how effective it was. Still, she may not have mastered the art of slamming, but she championed a different art. Still laying down she shot her foot up, meeting the goliath between his legs. She noted with some satisfaction that his balls did not match his hard voice. He lurched forward. “Fucking bitch.”

“Cry about it.” Morn sneered as she shot, grabbed the man's shoulders and pushed him to the ground. He managed to twist and the two struggled. 

“Hey ref this counts as pinning, start counting!” Morn yelled as she did her best to keep him on the ground. 

“No, he's squirming too much to count both shoulders on the ground.” The zebra shirted man said with some bemusement. 

Before Morn could argue she felt a hard knee rise between her legs and collide harshly with her groin. She lamented that the tightness of her wrestling singlet did nothing for protection. Her strength was robbed from her and she was kicked off by the Blue Goliath. Stumbling to her feet she saw the man struggling to get up himself. In a burst of fury that let her suppress her pain she ran up and grabbed the booted feet in front of her. She raised his legs up high and began to stomp relentlessly on the man's crotch again and again. She counted the times the sole of her bare foot made contact with either his left ball, right ball, both, or sometimes even his dick. They were sizable targets so they were hard to miss. He pulled his legs back with more force and Morn had to let go. The man curled up, wheezing in pain on his side. The orc walked around the man, wondering how she could get both his shoulders to touch the ground most effectively. 

The Blue Goliath forced his hand away from his aching nuts and grabbed Morn by either ankle. She fell and hit the ground. Instinctively she squirmed to break free but saw the man got to his feet and began to spin her round. The centrifugal force was soon enough that her arms were forced above her head and her breasts were almost forced out of her unitard. Suddenly the pressure on her ankles stopped and she was sent flying, being flung in the air for a brief second before slamming back down on the ground once more. Her vision blurry as she met the dirt, struggling to her feet. It was with a faint recognition she realized a man was counting. Why was that? Her heart jolted when she remembered the rule of being out of the ring for ten seconds and the toss must have put her out of bounds. She scrambled, foregoing any dignity and stumbled back to the ring only making it back on the count of eight. 

In the intervening time the Blue Goliath stood with a noticeable hunch, the pain in his loins almost overwhelming him. Still he had devised a plan to finish off the annoying greenskin. He knew that the material for freebee wrestling singlets were cheap at best and it didn't take much to break. In his mind the scene played out perfectly. He would grab the front of the woman's outfit and pull, exposing her breasts. She would scream a high pitched yell of embarrassment and he would be in prime position for any finishing move he wanted. And this would come with the added benefit of seeing bouncing green booba. As the woman made a mad dash to return to the ring she couldn't focus much on defense. He shot his hand out, grabbing the cheap materials and yanking. It was flawless, as were the fat green tits that flopped freely in front of his face. He was expecting a yell, but none came. All that did come was the forehead of the now topless woman.

Morn shot her head forward into the nose of the goliath and it made a satisfying crunch as the cartilage broke. He stumbled back, blood quickly dripping. The orc thought she should embrace the ideal of wrestling and partake in the tradition of lifting this man up and slamming him down. She reached low, hooking a hand around the mid thighs of the goliath. He was heavier than she expected but with a roar of effort she picked him up off his feet and up as high as she could manage. When she was at the apex of her upswing she stepped forward, dropping one knee to the ground and leaving the other up. She directed the descent of the heavy man towards the hard bone and his already battered orbs were compacted between pelvic bone and knee with all the weight the man's body had. He gave a particularly undignified higher pitched yell as his manhood was pushed to near breaking. With no fight left he slumped to the ground, curling up in agony. Morn considered pinning him, but didn't feel like messing around with the not understood rules. Instead she settled for grabbing his foot to drag him out of the ring, which the man remained in a crying wreck until the ten count was reached. 

Returning to her friends in triumph Morn declared. “Well I don't have to worry about paying back forty five gold now.”

“And you've managed to emasculate another man, congratulations.” Kozor said, some male sympathy still in his bones.

“If it was a girl I'd have done the same. Ya can't go into any sort of fighting tournament if you're not prepared to lose something. Besides, I'm sure he's fine.`` Morn thought back to how the twin orbs felt on her knee. “Probably fine.”

Next was Glysh, sporting a purple singlet. It had the annoying property of being too loose and too tight at the same time. The shoulders and chest were loose on her top as she didn't have the height or bust to fill it out properly. The bottom half, however, struggled to keep in the overly generous gobbo booty meat as it stretched to its maximum to contain it all. She groaned at this, knowing that she may end up bottomless to contrast the now topless orc. The goblin looked over and saw Morn cheering her on, shameless about letting her bare breasts bounce freely. Part of her wanted to achieve thatlevel of not giving a crap. her eyes went back to her foe, a bulky looking human woman in a suitable garish costume and face paint designed to make her whole jaw area look like pointed teeth. Once more the goblin was reminded of an acting trope, almost feeling like she was about to beat up a clown.

The colorful woman spoke “A goblin pipsqueak like you don't belong here.”

Suddenly Glysh no longer felt bad about beating up a clown. The start of the match was announced and the clown dashed forward, aiming to tackle the purple garbed goblin. Just as it seemed that the greenskin was in grasp it seemed as though she vanished and the larger woman felt her leg give out. Stumbling to the ground she fell to all fours, frantically looking around for her foe. She turned her head when she heard a voice yell out in a dramatic tone.

“Forbidden art” uttered Glysh as she summoned her power, channeling her ninjutsu to focus around her fingers. She clasped her hands together, the middle and pointer fingers on both hands pushed outward. They vibrated with energy. With a sadistic grin she yelled, “One thousand years of death!” As she pushed her hands forward like a stabbing spear to the bent over foe. Her fingers pushed through the fabric of the human pants, parted her vulva and shot into the vagina. Much like a lot of men, Glysh shot forth all her stored energy upon penetration. The vibrations shot up and through to the reproductive organs of her larger foe, vibrating her uterus enough to reach the ovaries, to shake her organs as if they were tumbled inside a spinning wheel. The sensation was agonizing and the girl screamed in pain as her lady balls were violently stirred. Glysh pulled her fingers out, ending the spell and showing at least some mercy. 

The human slumped forward, her mind being unable to fully process the agony her body was in. The goblin wiped her fingers off on the pants of her foe, getting them as clean as possible before stepping one foot gently on her downed opponent to put her down for the three count.

“You fucked her into submission!” Morn said in awe. Kuni couldn't help but let out a snort of laughter. 

Waving her hands, she struggled to find the words and explain what she had just done, so she simply decided to shrug and agree. “More or less.” She decided to remain vague about her use of ninjutsu, an arcane speciality specifically designed to circumvent magic detecting methods. It's not that she didn't trust her taller or undead companions, she just doubted think they could keep a secret.

Kuni was up next, her blue unitard clashing with her red skin. She couldn't help but blush with it on, subconsciously thinking it would match her skin tone if she were to transform. She was grateful that the crotch of her outfit sagged some. Her opulent breasts were compressed in her suit, but she was used to a much tighter fit. Stepping into the dirt ring, she slapped herself hard on the shoulder. “Let me show you how to win a fight the right way.”

Kozor moved his jaw, held up by the top of his cranium by Morn. “Ah, there's that honorable warrior stuff.”

“Honor doesn't tend to win fights.” Morn said, with Glysh offering a high five in acknowledgment. 

A gnoll male stepped in to oppose Kuni, his body was bare, save for a bright yellow underwear. 

“I'm all for unarmored defense but he's basically asking for a kick to the puppy-makers with that. Do gnolls make puppies?” The taller greenskin asked, holding Kozor to face her.

“I think they are more like hyenas than dogs. But I don't know what a baby hyena would be. Cubs I think.”

“Guys, fight’s starting.” The shorter greenskin chided them.

When eyes returned to the fight the two combatants had already locked in a classic test of strength, hands locked together and pushing each other with all their might. The gnoll, matching the female in size and bulk, snarled as he tried to force the woman back. Kuni did not budge an inch, pressing back and matching the gnoll with a snarl of her own. The two pushed, hard muscle flexing as they fought, sweat glistening the scarlet woman's body. The massive gnoll buckled, legs forced to get lower. The oni yelled, pushing him once more to force him to the ground. As he laid sprawled on the ground Kuni raised her leg up. Higher and higher until it was above her leg. “Hammer of the Goddess!” she shouted as her heel flew down with the force of a warhammer. The gnoll scrambled, missing the attack by a hair's breadth. 

“Why do you feel compelled to say attack names, you're not casting spells.”

Glysh chuckled, not acknowledging what the skull had just said.

“I think it's more to pump you up when you make the swing. Like yelling out to give it your all.” Morn said. To herself she thought that it also sounded pretty cool. She needs to name some attacks.

The gnoll got to his feet. Kuni quickly dug out the wedgie her attack made in her crotch and ass. Once she was free she stretched out her arms, daring her hairy foe to challenge her might again. Gritting his teeth at this brazen display he leaned forward to prepare a new headlong rush. Seeing the female's plight at her clothing did give him an idea. He ran forward, arms wide so as to meet his foes. At the last second his hands shot inward, gripping the bottom parts of the woman's costume at the upper thigh. He yanked up with all his considerable strength. The woman's bare hips were exposed as the fabric of her outfit dug into her crotch. She yelled out, the sudden pain a surprise. Instinctively her arms went to the wrists of the gnoll to relieve the pressure. She felt her feet start to leave the ground and quickly changed tactics.

Her own hands shot to the undergarments of the gnoll, grabbing them and hoisting them upward. He squealed in pain, the stretchy fabric that was already tight on his nards now compressing the delicate organs against his pelvis. The two pressed their bodies together, not relenting as they both yanked their enemies clothing. 

Morn couldn't help but note how strong the oni’s glutes looked as they flexed in effort, thinking her breasts must be the only soft part of her body. The scarlet fabric of her unitard gave with a loud rip. Undeterred she yelled, picking up her sizable foe by his pants. His entire body weight was concentrated on his privates and he howled in pain as his feet kicked helplessly in the air. Kuni took one step to the side and swiveled her hips as she twisted the gnoll in the air to slam him hard on the ground out of bounds. 

Kuni yelled as she had a rush of victory, flexing her sweat-soaked muscles for all to see. Her badass image was somewhat diminished, as everything below her waist was now free in the breeze, her snow-white bush and toned ass exposed for all to see. The gnoll got to his hands and knees on the count of eight, but the sight of a bare coochie right in front of his face stunned him for the remaining two seconds. 

“So the curtains match the drapes.” Glush said, happy her fight didn't result in any clothing damage. Kuni was confused, only for a cool breeze to inform her that she was bottomless. She quickly moved her hands to cover her crotch, the red of her face growing brighter. “We have got to get better outfits.”

“Of course.” The merchant Max said, glad that his loose robes could hide any excitement at the sight of the girls in various states of undress. “Seeing as now all three of you now represent Trojan Armours, you need some clothing that will truly get the crowd’s eye.”

Morn was suspicious, narrowing her eyes at the man, not bothered in the slightest by her bare breasts. 

The merchant gave his best businessman smile. “Think of it as investing in an asset.” He resisted the urge to put emphasis on the first syllable of ‘asset’.

“Anything is better than fighting with my ass out.” Said Kuni, as she tried and failed to make the remainder of her outfit cover her modesty. 

Morn shrugged. “No clothing means less for your foe to grab onto. But I do like the outfits some of these guys have. Wouldn't mind trying it out to really get in the wrestler's headspace.”

Max smiled, his mind rushing with what they'd look like in such outfits. “I know just the person.”

Mutant Tails 3

Monroe’s hands slid along the soft supple body of the tribe elder. They stood In the partly rebuilt ruins of the town the rodent clan had claimed as their own. While it had a long way to go to being a proper town it was serviceable and safe. 

The two were kissing each other deeply, Monroe delighting in feeling the elder running her fingers through his hair. He had dreamed and spent many nights with his hand fantasizing about this day. Since he was old enough to have desires he had desired the broodmother elder. However he soon realized that her body, being over two centuries old, was not meant for strenuous activity. As much as he wanted to rock her world, he feared doing any damage and kept his lusts to himself. That was until Claire entered the tribe and using her Before Person knowledge was able to use some fungi from the metro and nearby plants to make a potion that gave every rodent renewed strength. It was like a miracle and even the most weary soul had energy to work and play harder.

The biggest transformation was in the elderly. Before simply walking too much would hurt her back and some tribe mate would need to help lower her to a seating position to rest. But now she seemed as spry and lively as she was when she was twenty years old. And much to Monroe's relief she kept her current appearance.

The gentle smell of incense burned around the two and they were lit by candle light. Monre invited the elder to this room where he had set up a scavenged mattress and everything else the duo would need for a romantic evening. He even found an old CD, covered in drawings of hearts. While he couldn't recognize the instruments used in the songs he knew it had a romantic tone. The very idea of previous generations of Hue-mans mating to the sounds of these songs excited him greatly.

The elder pulled back letting out a soft moan as Monre did not let up and licked at her neck.

“Monroe, I have not felt a stirring in my loins like this in ages. But, there are plenty of younger rats in the tribe for you to mate with, surely you can-”

She was silenced by Monroe gently placing a finger on her lips. “There are none more beautiful. Elder, I have dreamed of this day for as long as i can remember, but no dream ever came close to the joy i feel now.”

The elder was short, the top of her head only reaching to about his pectoral muscles. Looking up to meet the gaze of her suitor she saw many things. Lust, desire, but above all a sense of love. She had to look away, suddenly feeling shy. 

“You don't need to call me Elder. Call me Sofia.”

“Such a beautiful name.” Monroe muttered as he kept kissing with renewed vigor. He ran his hands down her sides, gliding across ribs and down to her hips. They were as soft and wonderful as he had imagined. He pulled her closer, pressing their bodies together as they embraced. He could feel her sagging breasts against his chest, the softness of her stomach, her hot breath. Every bit intoxicated Monroe and pushed him further into lust.

Sofia reached down gripping her loincloth. Monroe stepped back, enjoying the sight of the elder fully undressing in the candle light. She stood fully naked, leaving the male momentarily dumbstruck. Her hair and fur was graying in parts, discoloring parts with splotches to show her age. She was plus sized, with large sagging breasts, plump belly, and soft arms and legs. Most of all was her tender smile, seeing how much Monroe enjoyed the show. He had to fight every urge in his body to not tackle her and fuck her then and there. As much as he would love to, the male knew properly building up to it would be all the sweeter. 

Monroe guided her to sit on the bed, and he stole a glance at her bare ass as it jiggled with every step. Her butt had several dimples, each one Monroe wanted to kiss individually. When she sat the male knelt in front of her, slowly moving himself to her crotch. 

“Wait.” She said, “I have not had a chance to wash up in some time, I am sweaty down there.”

This did not deter Monroe, and in fact only spurred him on further. He needed to taste her, all of her. He brought his muzzle to her inner thigh, planting a kiss on her leg. He loved her body, he wanted to make sure he knew how much he loved every inch of her. He kissed again. And again. Then opened his mouth letting his tongue slide across her leg in one big long lick. Sofia moaned and by reflex pressed her legs together, sandwiching Monroe’s head between them. The male rat brought up his arms and wrapped them around her legs, desiring as much direct contact with her as possible. He moved closer to her womanhood and could see she was already becoming wet. While she was covered in fur all over her pubic region was especially hairy, covered in long curly hairs. He took a deep long sniff, smelling her sweat and glistening vagina. It was like a drug and he couldn't get enough. Once more he smelled her, the earthy aroma overtaking his nostrils and swimming in his head. He wanted to command her to never bathe again.

He opened his mouth again, licking at her slit. At first he teased, only letting his tongue glide across the outer lips. He wanted to take his time and enjoy her body fully. His resolve ended quickly when he heard the elder let out a deep and passionate moan. “It's been ages since any man did this to me!”

Monroe couldn't hold himself back and threw aside all inhibition and dug in, burying his face in her crotch and licking with wild abandon. Her taste was everything he wanted as was her smell. He brought his tongue low, starting at the very end of her ass and moved all the way to the top of her vagina, slowing down only at her clit. He moved back and positioned his thumbs on either side of her lips to pull them apart and was greeted with bright pink. Elder got shy blushing but any embarrassment went away when Monroe renewed his licking, going as deep as he could. Sofia couldn't contain her lusty moans as a pleasure she had not felt in years awakened in her. This kept up for some time, the two lost in their passions. 

Only when Monore realized he needed air did he stop, moving back to take a deep breath. He looked up at Sofia, who was breathing heavily. She could see Monroe’s muzzle was slick with her juices and smiled. She beckoned him to stand up. “You got me all warmed up, only fair I return the favor.”

Monroe smirked, moving his hands to take off his jockstrap that struggled to contain his erection.

“Now, it's been some time since I did something like this so-”

Her excuses were stopped suddenly, the male’s penis fully extended after finally being freed. It bobbed in her eyesight for a second, leaving her dumbstruck. “Its fucking huge.”

Monroe’s brow raised. He wasn't used to hearing the usually dignified elder swear, but he did like it. “Well if it's too much for you we could try to take it easy.”

“Oh no, young man, momma’s got this.” She said as she wrapped her hand around his shaft. 

The male felt a jolt run though him, both at her referring to herself as momma and at the softness of her hand. Sofia examined his penis for a moment. It had to have been a foot long, thick, and hard as a rock. She pushed it up gently to look at his balls. Her mind raced at the image of them shooting all the cum in those nuts. She leaned in and kissed his scrotum. They were warm on her lips and his own musk hit her nose. She couldn't get enough, so she kept kissing all the while pumping this dick. The woman let her tongue out and licked all the way from the base to the very end of his dick in a slow deliberate motion. Monroe could help but let out a whispered swear as the sensation hit him. She opened her muzzle as wide as she could, for a moment before leaning forward and trying to take as much in as she could. The elder was able to get halfway down his length before stopping. She moved her head back and forth, and Monroe was feeling very good. Despite himself he felt a sense of masculine pride. “It's ok if you can't take it all.”

Suddenly her eyes went up and met him with a fierce determination. Monroe was taken aback. Suddenly she grabbed his ass and pulled him closer. Slowly and surely she took it all down her throat.

The male tried to say something to the extent of ‘holy fuck’ but all that came out of his mouth was a grabled mix of half words and moans. Sofia kept him inside before gagging twice and pulling out. She coughed before looking at Monroe. “You think I became the broodmother by taking it easy? Now get your butt on the bed.”

Monroe definitely could get used to women telling him to do that and he happily obliged. Laying down he crossed his arms behind his head, waiting for Sofia. Still with the vision of the kindly older lady he was expecting her to take her time, but she eagerly hopped on the bed, causing it to creek loudly. She moved between his legs and facing him, her soft belly gently brushing against his dick. She got up on one knee, hovering her dripping wet slit above his penis.

“Now look, I know you're excited but dont push yourself.”

Sofia only smirked before lowering herself down on his , taking in all of his length. Eagerly she bounced up and down with an energy unbecoming for her age. 

She huffed in delight, long dormant passions reigniting in her body. “Did you forget, honey? Broodmother.” She stated, emphasizing each syllable with a new bounce. The bed creaked loudly, barely able to support the fierce sex. Monroe’s head swam, he gripped the side bed itself and ripped long gashes in the fabric with his nails. Even his wildest fantasies weren't even half as good as this. He looked at Sofia, who was throwing her head back and moaning shamelessly. She reached and cupped one of her large sagging breasts and gave it a squeeze. Monroe had a sudden realization. He enjoyed the sex, the passion, all of it. But what made him most happy was seeing how much the kindly broodmother was enjoying herself. He gave a big smile before he reached to grab her hip, fingers sinking into the soft flesh. Placing his feet firmly on the bed he began to push upward, using his arms and body to try to take control of the rhythm. Sofia allowed the change, starting to move to his pace. He made her bounce up higher with each thrust, causing her fat ass to clap with each motion. With every downward motion the male could feel her entire body weight slam down on him.

Both were drenched in sweat, the musky scent of sex overpowering the candles and incense used to set the mood at first. Even the music was completely drowned out by both of their screams of pleasure and the struggling bed. Monroe slowed down. “Sofia, do you mind getting up? I want-” He stopped himself. “-need to!”

The female gave a lusty smile as she looked down at her mate. She stopped bouncing but swiveled her hips in small circles to tease him. “You need it?” Monroe squirmed, the sensation overwhelming him.

She giggled to herself before hopping off the bed and walking to a wall. Monroe rolled off the bed, sparing a glance to see the large wet spot left by her womanhood and several drops of sweat all over the bed. 

“Don't keep me waiting.” The woman stated as she stood bent over with both hands pressing against a wall. Her ass was fully exposed, each cheek jiggling as any movement sent ripples across it. She was winded, but had lots of energy left to burn. Monroe eagerly got behind her, grabbing his penis and guiding it to her vagina. It slid in easy and with the initial set over he started to thrust himself back and forth. His body slammed against her booty causing loud clapping noises that echoed in the small room. 

“Oh, you're hitting all the right places!” Sofia screamed, her voice reaching a crescendo. Monore could tell she was nearing climax, as was he. He grabbed her hips again, taking full control of the tempo and upping the speed to a near frantic pace. It felt like his body was melting as the pleasure overwhelmed him.

“Fill me up! Make me a mommy again!” Sofia screamed.

At this Monroe snapped, every bit of his body giving in to primal desires. With all his strength he picked up the broodmother at the hips, pushing her against the wall. She was surprised by this show of might but loved it, shouting in delight. Monroe thrust upward as he held her, feeling his balls swinging up and slamming against her. With a scream he climaxed, his testicles clenching and firing a load almost directly into the woman's womb. She felt it, screaming to match Monroe as he kept going to drain every last drop of his ejaculation into her. With one final push he tried to make sure all of his cum would stay in for a bit before giving out and lowering her to the ground. Once he knew she could stand he gave out, his bare butt hitting the floor as he struggled to catch his breath. With delight he could see his glowing sperm dripping from the woman’s crotch. To his surprise though she quickly turned, pressing him down and kissing him on the mouth. 

“Hope you're ready for another round.”

Monroe hoped Claire’s formula would give him the endurance he needed.

After several hours of lovemaking Monroe stumbled from the building alone. He had offered to grab some more of the potion and desperately needed a break himself. On shaky legs he walked through the ruined town, moving to where Claire had set up her lab. Monroe had put on the elder’s loincloth, and with a smile he made sure to rub his dick all over it to stain it with the residual drop of cum still on him. He found Claire’s laboratory, a single story home she took a liking to. He slowly opened the front door. “Hey, you got any more of the potion?”

His eyes widened as he saw Claire as well as most of the male population of rodents all cramped around her. She bounced eagerly on one rodent's dick, while stroking off two others in her hands. She motioned with her head for a fourth male to get closer. As he did she gobbled up his dick, sucking like her life depended on it. Monroe was beyond impressed, especially seeing several sticky rats laying around her trying to catch their breath. He decided to let her have her fun, and would just try to renew his strength by drinking some water to hydrate himself, and maybe try to buy time to rest by cuddling