Thrash and Gnash 3

“Order, order!” The flabbergasted judge yelled out, slamming his gavel down hard enough to cause the sound to echo in the courtroom. He was an older kangaroo, fur starting to gray. He doesn't have the same hop in his step as he used to but he still knew how to properly run a kangaroo court. The crowd had begun to murmur and even laugh among themselves as the lawyer proposed introducing a strange piece of evidence. “Why would something this obscene need to be seen?”

The female fox lawyer, Nina, remained calm. She stood tall, jet black high heels clicked on the hard floor as she walked. Long toned legs were clad only in pantyhose, leading up to a short tight miniskirt. She completed her look with a dark suit jacked and white button up shirt. “Perhaps it would be more simple to go over the facts of the case as we know them.”

Gnash, the gnarly 80s aesthetic loving raccoon, sat uncomfortably on the witness stand. She was still dressed in her usual bright colors that she was known for, but her usual confident demeanor was gone and in its place was fidgeting unease. She was mortified about what was to come. 

The fox began to pace the courtroom, recounting the reason everyone was gathered. “The crime took place during the Grower Festival, our town's annual event created to steal some tourism from Mardi Gras. During the event, costumes were distributed to participants who would be marching in the parade. Three of those costumes were rejected mascot outfits for the old Five Nighters food chain. These were rejected due to faulty stitching. Incidentally, the three gentlemen we have gathered today were found in those costumes, and one is suspected to be the thief who stole the Rod of Lament. Those men are Harold Samson, Max Fuch, and Gilbert Lotor.”

Sitting on the dock were a nervous looking gray cat, an ashen wolf, and a cocky looking neon clad racoon. “Please, call me Thrash.” The colorful work-out ringed tail said, while pointing finger guns and winking at the sharply-dressed fox. 

She rubbed her temples in frustration. “The footage I’d like to submit to the jury has the crime in progress. While the costume itself covers its wearer head to toe, a wardrobe malfunction does show part of the suspect and in my opinion this constitutes vital information when it comes to solving this case.”

Anxiously,  the judge asked “And this malfunction, Mrs.Nina?”

The fox finished her thought, “Reveals the testicles of the culprit.” 

The judge begrudgingly allowed the security footage to be shown. It depicted the Rod of Lament on display in the local museum. The institution was closed on the day of the festival, so the building was mostly empty, save for a few guards. Rapidly, a man appeared, dressed completely in black with a white smiling face mask with purple tear marks. The suit itself was adorned with white stripes on the arms and legs, as well as white button on the chest. The intruder nimbly made his way through the laser network, bending and contorting himself to avoid coming into contact with the streams of red light. He neared the Rod, and had to make a very long wide step to finish his journey. His legs were almost spread eagle as his crotch was just above a laser. suddenly the middle of his suit tore, allowing his balls to flop out and cross the path of the laser. He yiped in pain, falling over and triggering more alarms. In a panic, the man grabbed the treasure and ran off. Nina rewound the tape and paused when the man's balls came into view. 

“I'm afraid this scrotum is the only element we have to identify the burglar. Security chased the intruder out of the building and into the nearby park. Ms. Glenda happened to be jogging on the premises at  the time, and was distracted by the sights of the nearby parade.”

Gnash squirmed in her seat, both at the use of her embarrassing real name and the knowledge of what was to be spoken next. 

“The suspect ran into Glenda and the two had a stumble, resulting in the suspect's exposed testicles falling into her mouth as he accidentally landed on top of her.”

The female raccoon was hiding her now beet red face. Just knowing that everyone knew some random dude had his sweaty nuts in her mouth like that was killing her. She couldn't help but steal a glance at the jury, getting a few knowing lears from the males who were either imagining nuts in her mouth or putting their own balls in there as well. 

“Once the criminal recovered, he ran to where he knew the other two men wearing the same costume were. It seems many female participants were-” Nina coughed, trying to sound as professional as possible. “Exposing their breasts in order to get necklaces on one of the floats. This caused a small stampede and this is where all three of the men in Pawn costumes got mixed together. They had all stumbled and tumbled together, causes all to experience the same wardrobe malfunction. The criminal had quickly ditched the Rod at some point before this so its current location is unknown.” Nina, her sharp eyes and hair tied in a tight bun, turned towards Gnash and pointed towards the television, still frozen on on the frame displaying the burglar's balls. “Ms. Glenda, can you confirm to the jury that those are indeed the testicles you had in your mouth.”

A giggle from the jury preceded her response “Kill me. Yes those are the nuts. They roughly had that size and gray color, and tasted funny too. I should have bit them and left a mark so I wouldn't have to go through this.” The suspects flinched at that, involuntarily crossing their legs. 

“As you can see,” the fox lawyerstated “The suspect has to be athletic and possesses larger than average sized balls.”

Thrash smirked and leaned back “On both counts I'm guilty as charged.”

The judge raised an eyebrow. “Are you confessing to the crime?”

Gnash stepped in. “No, he's just being a dumbass.” Inwardly she admitted that was a good line.

Thrash was brought up to the witness stand, prompting the bailiff to present a holy book for Thrash to swear the whole truth. The raccoon refused, stating that he was an adonitologist and would need a fat ass to swear on. He exchanged a smile with his twin sister, and they both pointed cringy finger guns at each other. After getting talked down to by the judge, Thrash accepted to swear on a used paperback copy of Gigantic Asses instead.

Nina started questioning. “So, Mister Gilbert-”

“Please, call me Thrash Panda, babe.” He said, while waving his thumb and pinky in the hang ten position. 

“But, you're a raccoon, why would I?” She asked in disbelief, while shaking her head. 

“Whatever, Mister Panda, Can you please expose your version of the events of that day?”

Looking a little defeated, the ringed tail responded “Cus like, you call a raccoon a trash panda. So a cooler name for that would be Thrash Panda. Cus trash and thrash sound similar. I thought it was cool. But yeah, I was vibing at the Grower Festival. I got to dress in that bitching Pawn costume, I was excited cus I love Fivers. I was jamming with two other guys and we all started up the parade in costume. I lost sight of one of them after a while, but I didn't care much. Go your own way, right? Then I heard a bunch of babes were flashing their ta tas so you know I had to be there. Everybody ran there and it was a radical time. A few minutes later it was like BAM!” He slammed his fist on the stall, shocking the court. “I ended up tumbling down when someone ran into me. Like me and the two other Pawns were laying in a big heap on the ground. Then all these security guys handcuffed me. And my suit ripped, so the boys were hanging out. This one security lady, a really tough looking lioness lady, was really rough. She was pretty hot, total military badass vibe, should totally be in the next festival. Would get a ton of necklaces, know what i mean. Anyway, like she patted me down but patted my nuts a ton. Like basically squeezed the hell out of them.

“And why were you naked under the costume?” Interjected Nina abruptly.

“Oh, are you interested?” Said Thrash with a leering smile, “Sorry but I already got a date.” Letting his eyes wander taking in the sight that her white top allowed a peek to her black bra underneath, he did note silently that Holly was significantly more bodacious. 

Grinding her teeth at the crass attitude of her witness, Nina clapped back, “Please just answer the question.”

“It was a hot day out and I knew I'd be wearing all black. That's why I usually love bright colors on a sunny day. Keeps the heat out so I stay cool. And I'm always cool.” He said with a self-satisfied grin.

“Nevermind,  are you familiar with the Rod of Lament's history? Particularly why a male specifically would want it?”

Thrash shrugged. “I mean-” He thought for a moment, choosing to not answer why he would want a rod-shaped object. 

“Legend has it that it was created by a member of the Doric dynasty, well-known for its hereditary intimate shortcomings. It is said that if man uses the rod in a certain ritual, his phallus will substantially increase in size.”

“His what now?”

“His penis!” Yelled Nina in the silent courtroom, remembering who she was speaking to.

“Ha! No way I would wanna steal something like that. I am plenty big as is.” 

Gnash shook her head, while holding her index and thumb very close together. 

“Shut up, sis’!” Hissed Thrash. 

The trio of suspects were all questioned, Max the wolf and Harold the cat both having plausible stories to account for their location. Out of ideas, Nina hatched a plan. “Considering the only evidence we have are the burglar’s nutsack on camera and eye witness of said nuts-” She trailed off, thinking this idea may work.

Gnash was called to the stand again. Addressing the judge, Nina explained, “Your honor, I propose to let Miss Gnash examine the testicles of all of the accused. She has a previous interaction with the burglar’s balls so this may be the only way to catch the culprit.”

Seeing no other alternative the judge allowed it. “If it will let us determine the truth then she may feel the privates of all accused.” He truly did his famous australian marsupial heritage proud in this court

 The three men were all standing in a row. The cat and wolf looked uneasy but Thrash seemed to simply accept the situation. He had been bottomless on live TVv before so this was embarrassing but acceptable. Gnash was mortified by the situation, yet content that some humiliation was being heaped on the men now. 

Nina hated to admit it but she was starting to like this idea more than just as a means to find the real culprit. keeping a professional tone she asked the men to drop their pants. They all obliged, and stood in front of Gnash completely bottomless. She slowly walked from one end of the row to the other, the exposed members of each man slowly starting to twitch to full attention as she moved, all eyes fixated on her long toned legs. As usual she dressed in colorful yet revealing clothing. She noticed the effect her strut was having and did get a bit of enjoyment but was still stuck only looking to determining whos nuts were in her mouth. 

The female raccoon looked at the judge “So, like can I touch them or anything? it's kinda hard to get a feel for their junk size like this. The boys are not hanging low and easy like they were in the summer heat. Did someone turn up the AC in here? I hope that's just shrinkage. Otherwise you all could use the Rod of Lament.”

The judge questioned the legality of all this but figured he was already in this deep. Besides, this was getting rather hot for him and gave her permission and was hoping against hope that his loose judge robe hid away any embarrassing judicial misconduct below his belt.  The men stood with Harold the cat, Thrash the raccoon, and Max the wolf in that order. Gnash started with Harold, crouching down to be at eye level with his junk. “Yeah they look smaller than what the burglar had between the legs, but he was running and hot so they were way looser then.” At this comment the cat's penis practically shrunk back into his body, eliciting a giggle. She tentatively reached her hand up and grasped him by the balls. After the initial jolt, she rolled the round masculine organs in her hand for a moment, trying to compare the size of the testicle she tasted in her mouth to the one in her mouth. Thinking in her head that she did have a guy by the balls she started to enjoy the moment, feeling the power she had over him. The idea of squeezing did cross her mind, but she wanted to save that for whoever shoved their sweaty sac in her mouth without permission. “Harold’s nuts are about the right size.”

Her heart sank realizing who she would have to grope next. Yet at the same time she got a thrill of excitement. She gawked at her twin brother, standing naked from the waist down. She looked back pleadingly at the lawyer, only to see the fox motion her to carry on. Deciding to make the best of this situation the female twin grabbed that extra bit her male counterpart had since birth. Feeling and hefting them in her hand, she suppressed a shiver in her body. She tried to play things off, making fun of something no man wants made fun of. “These ones seem kinda smaller than the other guys. I’d say that’s a bit embarrassing how small they feel.”

With a tone of frustration Thrash retorted, “Well your hands are super cold.”

Grabbing a little more harshly, “Actually this one may still be the culprit.”

The men in the jury started to wince at this, seeing how her fingers were compressing the meat in his balls. The females seemed to look on in anticipation, hoping for an even harder squeeze.

Thrash grunted but didn’t want to give his sister any satisfaction and endured the pain. Realizing she couldn’t get away with anything more, Gnash moved on to the final male. She held the wolf nards in her hand and felt them up before sighing. “These guys all have identical-sized balls. This was pointless.”

“Ow ow!” Max yiped. Gnash relented, not realizing she had tightened her grip. She scolded. “It wasn't that tight, geeze.”

The judge used his gavel to scratch at his head. “Well, you did have the suspect's nuts in your mouth. Perhaps we should proceed to a taste test?”

Gnash felt the embarrassment already. It was one thing to have to feel up a group of guys, it was another to have to put their nuts in her mouth. especially under the scrutiny of an entire courtroom. Again, the raccoon looked pleadingly at the lawyer, who stood with her arms neatly folded below her breats. Nina shrugged “It's the best course of action. We need this to put the crook in jail.” She also thought that it would be sexy to see. Sometimes being a layer paid off.

The female raccoon scrunched her snout as she stuck out her tongue and quickly slid it along the scrotum of the wolf. 

“Oh no.” Nina said “You had the criminals whole sack in your mouth so you'll really need to gargle them.”

Gnash face turned crimson. She got down to her knees, and opened her jaw to allow the entire testicle to slide into her mouth. She sucked briefly on the nutsack to bring it more into her maw, allowing her tongue to lap up all she could as fast as she could. Max, shuddering, looked down “Damn you're good at this. You suck nuts often?”

Gnash stopped her licking and curled back her lips to show her teeth. she clamped down just enough to cause some pain. Looking the wolf dead in the eye she let him know that with the effort it took to bite through a carrot she could reduce his manhood by half. Max got the message loud and clear, quickly holding his hands up in a placating motion and apologizing. The female kept her position, letting the fear of castration linger before spitting out his nuts. “I dont think it's him.”

Max muttered under his breath “Crazy bitch. With a twitch in her ear she grabbed at his sack again, wrapping her fingers around both of the man's wet balls. “Actually let me feel these again. You were talking like these were really big so I need to double check.” The wolf squirmed and shot his hands to pry off the fingers of the attacking female as she clenched down at his testicles. 

Nina stepped in, pulling his hands away “You can't be doing that. you'd be assaulting the witness and be in big trouble with the law there. so take it like a man.”

Gnash thanked the lawyer and continued to squeeze at the wolf's nuts, giving him an examination he would remember next time he wanted to open his dumb mouth. Once she was sure he learned his lesson and wouldn't be able to sit properly for at least a week, she relented to let him fall back on his bare butt. The bailiff proved a glass of water for her to rinse her mouth out to get the taste of the previous mans balls out of her mouth to taste the new set properly.

Gnash shimmied on her knees to reach the next suspect. She was now face to balls with her brother. They both looked each other in the eye, forbidden anticipation etching both their faces. She thought about admitting to the court that she already knew what his balls tasted like, but found that confession being too embarrassing to process. Besides, her mind was telling her to find a way out of what she was about to do, but her loins pushed her onward. “Don't make this weird.” She whispered to her sibling.

She learned to accept the round organ of her twin into her mouth. She was more gentle, delicate than she had been with Max. The raccoon slid her tongue around every available inch, lapping up the taste of his manhood. She lowered her butt closer to the ground, so she was now facing upward and opened her mouth more to bring both nuts inside. She sucked out any air as she wrapped her lips around, creating a pleasurable seal as she greedily devoured his nuts. The she pulled back, producing an audible pop. Looking up now she could see Thrash’s dick was fully erect, and realized she was unable to fully recall for how long she was sucking at his testicles. Without thinking her mouth opened and she began to drift towards the tip of his penis, crowned by a clear drop of pre cum leaking out. Thrash was pushing his hip slowly forward, not being able to wait for the embrace. Gnash heard Nina udder a shuddering “Holy shit” and was brought back to reality. Realizing what she was doing she panicked, throwing a fist into the hardened dick of Thrash. “You made it weird!”

Thrash stumbled back as he yelled in pain. “What’d I do? Oh fuck my dick. Why there?”

Gnash stammered, shrugging her shoulders and making as much physical movement to try and look like this wasn't affecting her. “God, guys, am I right? So fucking horny all the time. Imagine being turned on by your own sibling, like he got hard just because I was doing what the court ordered me to do. What a freak, right?”

The courtroom was dead silent, save for the grunt of male agony from Thrash. Gnash hid her face with her hands, wishing to disappear. She then realized those hands still had the scent of the three men’s junk and she pulled them away. “Whatever, let's get this over with.”

She scooted over to Harold the cat, his gray fur being the same shade as the other men. He looked nervous, but after that dick punch she thought any man would be. She wrapped her mouth around his balls and immediately gagged. “What the hell?”

Nina and the judge perked up at this. The cat tried to back away, but Gnash grabbed his butt and forced him closer. She once more sucked at a man's scrotum and had the entire ball in her mouth. She tried to speak but having a piece of male anatomy blocking her airways made understanding her impossible. Spitting out his nut, she quickly grabbed at the base of his scrotum to squish the nuts out and see as much detail as possible. “There's a little burn here! On lefty. That's why his balls tasted funny when he ran into me, and they still tastes funny.”

“A burn?” Nina thought to herself. “Of course, the security lasers. They produce a scorching heat, that's why he screamed when his balls swung into them during the burglary. It has to be Harold.”

“Yeah, you're going to jail, toasted nuts!” Yelled Gnash in triomph. She pulled down at his sack to help herself up, it's the least he could do. The bailiff promptly handcuffed Harold, without even letting him get his pants back on.

Nina approached Gnash and the cat. “You know, you could press sexual assault charges.”

Harlod pleaded, shaking his head frantically. “I didn't mean to, it was an accident.”

Gnash camped her hands on her hips. “Look, you clearly had trouble with your little kitten down there, so I got why you did it. But you should have spoken up sooner before I had to slobber six different nuts. So I'll tell you what, I'm willing to agree to not press any charges.”

Harold lit up with relief at this news, only for his face to fall back into despair as Gnash completed her thought. 

“If you let me use your balls as a punching bag.”

“But, I can't, that would-” He stammered out, not looking forward to the idea.

“Or you can forever have a sex crime on your record. Up to you, roasted nuts.”

The cat shivered but eventually relented, agreeing to the terms. Gnash knelt down again, getting to ideal striking range for her deadly punches.

Thrash held his own nuts, already remembering the pain his sister could bring. “I don't see any kittens in that guy's future.”

Gnash reeled back and delivered a monstrous haymaker to the cat's bare testicles, causing them to swing back to his butt. He curled up and crumpled to the ground, his hands still cuffed to deny him any relief his cradling hand could give.

“Come on.” Gnash said cracking her knuckles “ You ruined my jog so I'm going to get a work out here instead.”

The judge, having lost his erection at the sight of the testicular abuse before him asked “Did we ever ask where the Rod was?”

Nina smirked, biting her finger at the sight as gnash didn't wait for Harold to rise again, simply pounding her fist down to smash his aching testicles into the hard ground. “Lets give her a moment, Im sure he will be willing to tell us everything if we offer to stop this.”

The cats scream of pain grew a few octaves higher as Gnash slammed her fist down like a hammer. “After a few minutes” Nina mused.

Journeys Of Cyrus: Across The Desert 1

A duo was locked in a pitch battle. Both had been fighting for some time, hot sweat glistened from both nude forms as the setting sun cascaded light down on them and cast harsh shadows. A sparse scattering of trees dotted their impromptu battlefield, the last remnants of a forest before the harsh unforgiving deserts of Djanem. Already mighty kingdom already had its influence shown, windswept statues of their rulers majesty stood proud.

Cyrus bore his teeth in a smile, a row of sharp deadly fangs exposed, their white contrasting the jet black of his scales. His bulky body was sprinkled with sweat and he breathed heavily, the long battle taking its toll even on his dragonic endurance . He was completely naked, as per the one condition of this fight. While most of his body was a dark black most of his chest, belly, and crotch was of a yellow hue, the shine of his perspiration almost making him look golden. His bulky muscles flexed with each of his movements. His long tail dragged across the dirt ground, leaving indents of his movement. He swung his newly acquired stone spear out, unused to a weapon that did not weigh more than an adult human. between his legs swung his manhood, which might as well have been a tail all on its own. It was flaccid but still hung down to his knees, dragonic ridges on his penis not engorged yet. Behind this prime example of masculinity dangled his fat dragon testicles, hanging loose in his scaly scrotum. Sweat dripped off them as they stepped forward, putting force into his offensive swings. The twin orbs gave a soft meaty clap as they collided with his inner thighs, not that this troubled the male.

The target of his offense was a beautiful greenskin woman, who deftly sidestepped the dragon's savage swings. Morn took less joy in the battle than her opponent, seeing fighting as something deadly serious, a display of one's strength and dominance. Across the leaf green of her flesh were drawn jagged lines of white body paint, a denotation of her familiar status in her home tribe. Her long black hair was tied into a braid that bobbed behind her, almost reaching down to her shapley backside. Her appearance was softer, more human-like, than that which was typical of her race, but she still had prominent tusks and a muscular hard body from a life of fighting. Like her opponent she was completely nude, but hailing from a sweltering hot jungle nudity was no stranger to her. 

After dodging one more strike, the orc woman saw her foe had overcommitted to the failed attack, leaving him slightly off balance. She stepped in, jabbing the blunted stone head of her weapon forward. The two were not fighting to kill, merely to see if each was worthy of traveling with one another. Truth be told, Morn wished to say she defeated a dragon. And Cyrus was just always eager to engage in vigorous activities with anyone as alluring as the orc. Despite having a full head of height and many pounds over the woman Cyrus moved with a speed that seemed unlikely for one of his size. The dragon humanoid deftly dodged or parried each of the woman's thrusts, keeping himself safe from any attacks that would be lethal if the weapons were sharpened. Even while putting all his effort on defense the dragon was amazed by the skill of the greenskin, her body spoke that she was practically born with a weapon in her hand. Had this been a serious fight Cyrus may fear for his life.

Morn growled with each failed attack, but she pressed her offensive and didn't let the dragon regain his composure. She aimed her next piercing attack high, only for it to sail past the horns of the male. Before she could retract her spear for another thrust Cyrus opened his maw and clamped it shut on the wood of the weapon, snapping it in half, removing the stone tip and leaving jagged splinters of wood. Morn was taken aback and her opponent took advantage, reeling back and swinging his spear like a sword. It collided harshly with the woman's bare breasts, compressing them brutally between wood and bone. She let out a howl of pain and was knocked back, taking stumbling steps to keep herself upright.Naturally she wanted to cradle her breasts to sooth the pain away, but she forced herself to keep hold of her weapon and maintain a fighting stance. She looked at the dragon, setting sun behind her casting him in her shadow. He spit out splinters of wood,and spoke. “I think we have proven we can both fight. Feel free to yield.'' Yet he didn't relent in keeping his ready stance, not dropping his guard until his offer of surrender was accepted. 

Morn grit her teeth, giving up was unthinkable to her, especially after having her breasts battered. Her eyes flicked down to her broken spear, more a jagged stake now. Gripping tight she looked back to her foe, seeing his eyes had relaxed some from being in her shadow. She smirked as an idea formed in her mind. The greenskin moved slightly to the side, letting the harsh light of the sun shine on the dragon who now had to squint his eyes. Morn dashed forward, yelling a battlecry at her partly blinded foe. Cyrus couldn't accurately see his opponent and brought his spear up to try and stop any attacks from the broken weapon. He failed to see the real attack, a foot launched from powerful orcish legs that sailed upward and collided with his balls. The fist sized testicles were pushed up from the running strike and radiated with pain. Pain racked the dragon's body and strength left his legs. Before he could react more he suddenly felt himself being forced back as the orc woman tackled the male to the ground. He felt her atop him quickly and was about to thrash to regain control of the battle but was stopped dead when he felt a pressure on his throat. Eyes adjusting to the light he saw Morn straddling his stomach, jagged end of her broken weapon gently pushing on his neck. Seeing the rock hard muscles on the woman's arm he knew that, if she truly desired to, she could pierce the softer scales on his throat. She held her position, and looking the male in the eye said “Feel free to yield.”

Cyrus' mind rushed for a moment, trying to think of a way to turn things around. Seeing none he opened his hand and let his spear fall to the ground. With a smile at the women's ingenuity and skill he surrendered. He did appreciate the feeling of having the woman's bare sex laying atop his stomach, wishing that she had made her position was just a little lower. Moving to stand Morn offered a hand to help her now traveling companion up.

With the sun fully set the duo sat down and relaxed in a river, letting the gentle stream wash away the grime from their long battle. 

“Put up one hell of a fight, dragon.” The greenskin said as she rubbed her forearm clean with a spare rag. Clear gently flowing water ran through both fighters as they relaxed, letting the currents was away fatigue.

“Please, call me Cyrus.” The black dragon said as he settled, cupped and splashed water against his face. “I am impressed by you using the sun to get the drop on me. And your use with the spear is superb. I appreciate you lending me one for our duel. I must say it's not often a traveling companion starts things off with a fight.”

Morn shrugged, lowering herself into the water and letting the coolness sooth the aches in her breasts. “You look big and strong, but I needed to know you could handle yourself. I'm not going to babysit anyone. It's my first time in Djanem and I would like it to be a nice visit.”

Cyrus' mind drifted at the name. He had heard many tales of the splendor of beauty of this desert kingdom. Of the great cities in the shifting sands and of the mighty pyramids used to emtomb their deceased rulers. The empire had recently concluded a long war with a rival state, ending hostilities in an uneasy peace treaty after fighting had diminished both kingdoms might. The opponents was known for being a republic defended by mighty legions. Now that Djanem was weakened they would want adventurers to help in many tasks that would have normally fallen to the state. The usual monster hunts or bandit raid. He intended to travel light, knowing that he had never visited a dry and hot climate like a desert before and only wanted the essentials. But having one who hailed from a hot jungle with him may be a boon. Thinking back to the kingdom the dragon thought of the famed beauty of the royal family, whose bloodline watched over the kingdom for centuries. With a smirk he remembered the rumors that their private parts shone like actual gold. Morn, for her part, had much more simple goals in mind. Specifically for exciting battles and getting paid to go on quests in lands she had never seen before.

Morn saw that the dragon's member was begging to swell, its barbed head rising above the waterline. “I can tell the boys are not too shook up from my kick. I've never seen a cold blood with nuts on the outside before.”

Having now noticed that his erection was visible Cyrsu decided to roll with things. “I am a reptile but I am warm blooded.” Looking to the bountiful chest of his companion. “I can tell the girls are doing all right.”

“I've had worse.” Morn said, and this was unfortunately true. “Hey, mind if I get a close look at your dragon balls?”

The now hot blooded dragon raised a brow at this. He could not detect arousal from the female, more genuine curiosity. Never to stand in the way of education Cyrus stood up, his balls barely above the running water. Morn lowered herself, studying the display of manhood in front of her. She could see that the man was a shower, his erection looking just as large and intimidating as one would imagine it to be based on its flaccid state. It was similar in shape to the orc penises she had seen back at home, in her tribe except for its yellow coloring and the barbs that ran along the underside of the shaft. Lowering her gaze to the dragon's eggs she could see that despite the chill water they still were hanging low and proud, each nut being the size of her fist. Not even Kuni, whos oni curse caused her to grow a set of man parts whos size differed based on how horny she was, at her most aroused had berries this big. She was particularly interested in the softer scales that made up the dragon's scrotum, wondering if they allotted the male a degree of protection from hits. She wouldn't mind testing this later.

“If you are truly curious.” Cyrus spoke, his breath getting hot with anticipation. “You can try it out.” Before letting the orc replay the dragon lifted his his, plopping his dripping wet nuts on her head. Morn was surprised by the sudden testicular attack, before she snorted with laughter. She escaped the grasp of the heavy ball sack and stood to her full hight, looking up to meet the dragon in the eyes. “Are you asking to give me this ‘spear’? You did break my previous one.”

“You may use this one as long as you desire.”

“Tempting, '' Morn said, letting her words hang in the air. She could see the desire clear in the dragon's demeanor. Possibly he had this in mind since first they met. But what good was a hunt too easily won? “But I'm going to have to decline. I've seen your balls, and those look like they could impregnate a male. I don't want to carry a little one into the desert.” She thought for a moment. “There is an orcish method of birth control. I'm not sure if a non-orc would be interested.”

Cyrus smirked, walking closer. “I'm well traveled, I like many things.”

“It involves repeatedly striking and abusing the testicles. With enough abuse the juice looses much of its potency. It's very effective. Either the jizz wont do its job, or the male no longer wishes to mate.”

Cyrus stopped at this, already knowing the power that could be generated from those strong green legs. If she had free reign of his private parts, who knows what damage she could do. yet he couldn't help but remember how she looked straddling him. If she made love like she made battle then this would be something to remember. He stood, undaunted. 

“My, you must really be eager to use that spear. But, either way we have a long road ahead of us and I want to be well rested.”

Cyrus tried to hide his disappointment, but clearly some had shone through. Morn added with some amused sympathy in her voice. “If it makes you feel better I would appreciate some help washing my back. And yes, that does include my lower back. But I won't be happy if I feel a ‘spear’ on my back. Hands only.”

Taking the consolation prize he walked to the orc, who had turned to face away from the dragon. Grabbing the spare rag in his hand he started to wash and clean the body of the figure of wild beauty before him. He glided the wash cloth along the toned muscles of the female, his hand taking in every wripple of strength, every scar or battle wound, every detail he could. 

“I'm not a fragile elf, you can scrub harder than that.” Morn spoke, enjoying how the dragon seemed almost meek in his handling of her. With a smile Cyrus obliged, dipping the rag in the water to begin cleaning again. He could see that the white paint of her body was old and had already begun to completely vanish, leaving only beautiful emerald. Working his way down, he tentatively rubbed the greenskin's upper loins. Seeing she offered no resistance he continued. Going lower and lower he used the rag to polish the shapley ass of the greenskin. It was firm but suple. Pushing his luck he gave a gentle squeeze, as she did say she wasn't fragile. He smiled, wondering if he could push things further. His mind raced with ideas and his dick twitched in anticipation. Cyrus gathered a plan in his head. “I did bring exfoliating loofa.” Morn grunted, keeping her back to the dragon. With his hard picking up pace and dick starting to twitch he leaned over to the edge of the river, ruffling his travel pack for a moment and pulled out nothing. He reached down, grabbing the base of his scrotum to have his ‘loofa’ ready to use. Leaning his hips forward he started to rub his balls on the uppermost part of the orcs buttock. 

“Oh” Morn sighed out “That has quite the texture.”

Cyrus smirked to himself “So I have been told.”

Gaining confidence in his scheme he pressed his balls harder on the orc, lowering himself to glide along each ass check. He suppressed a shudder of pleasure as his sensitive testicles continued to scrub. Going even lower he now could feel where the womans butt met her legs. What gave him away was his penis. It once more grew larger without his knowing, and his spear pressed between the cheeks of the orc, eliciting a gasp of surprise from her. 

“I said only hands!” She growled as she shot her heel back as hard as she could. The solid bone of her foot snapped back, splashing through the water and into the testicles of the dragon. Broken from his erotic fantasies by the jolt of pain he roared. Despite the pain his already stimulated member again and his balls clenched up, shooting virile seed out and covering the the orc's derriere. The male dropped his rag and held his aching nuts. Looking at where his semen landed he noted, with a distinct sense of male pride, that the white of his cum replaced the white of her body paint. 

Morn could feel the warmth of the jizz on her behind and sighed. “You're cleaning this off of me. And you're going to get a little taste of orcish birth control in the morning.”

Cyrus, in a mix of pain and satisfaction, smiled. “Fair.”

Thrash and Gnash: panic at the porcelain

 A heat wave was striking the city and with the air conditioner broken all the radical trash pandas could do now was chug water and soda to beat the heat, having already made their way through plenty. The duo had sweated their way through most clothing, both removing their bottoms to help cool off their respective junks, a fan doing heavy lifting to keep a breeze on them. Deciding to take things easy Thrash and Gnash decided to take it easy, eagerly watching a no commercial interruption of a classic movie on cable, as both had refused to get a more modern setup. The film had been about a hard boiled hooded cobra cop stopping a serial killer. The two siblings had gotten themselves plenty of drinks to get through the movie. About midway through the film they had suffered the realization that no commercials meant no commercial breaks. And with so much hydrating it meant their bladders could only hold so much. They had to choose between running to the restroom and miss some scenes of overly macho action or sit and squirm through it. Both had chosen the latter. 

The heat had left both raccoon minds, leaving both to struggle using all their willpower to hold in their bladders. Neither wanted to miss out on the thrilling climax of the movie, even if they could not pay terribly much attention to it. As soon as the credits started to roll up the screen both shot up from their seats and made a mad dash for their only bathroom. The siblings shoved and pushed each other, trying to be first to the porcelain throne. Thrash swept out his leg, causing his sister to fall face first. Seizing the initiative  he took a few steps forward, only for his ankle to be grabbed and he too fell down. He rolled over to his back, and saw Gnash dragging him closer to her. 

“Come on, I'll be quick!” The brother pleaded as he struggled in vain to break free. 

The sister crawled up until she was atop her brother “You'll be quick, after me!”

She drove her hard knee into the testicles of the male raccoon, leaving him mewling in pain. "My fuzzballs…" The sister did feel a little awkward as her bare knee hit his bare balls, but she was hoping the male would be down enough for her to lock the bathroom door. She stumbled up, fingers brushing against the metal door handle before she was suddenly stopped dead in her tracks. She yelped in pain as the ringtail felt a sharp agony race up her back as her tail was yanked. She attempted to push on, hoping to slip from the brothers grasp but too much pain on the tail caused her to take a few steps backward. 

Thrash managed to get himself on his knees, ignoring the pain in his balls and the pain in his bladder as it cried out for release. He let go of the tail and drove a fist up between the legs of the sister raccoon, causing her toned butt to give a slight jiggle. She bent over, cradling her aching womanhood. “Not cool, bro!”

“You started it!” Thrash said defensively. He forced himself to his feet and took waddling steps towards the door. As he moved his hands went quickly from his sore balls, to his penis, and back and forth, his body unsure which was in more agony at the moment. He was in reach of the bathroom door and pulled it open. relief washed over him and he felt like he was home free, only for that hope to shatter as he felt his fuzzy balls explode in pain. Lurching forward he accidentally closed the door, sealing his salvation away. He could feel a few drops of urine escape him, the pain in his balls sapping away the power needed to hold it in. With a whimper he turned around, and saw his angry sister reach down and grab hold of his balls, giving them a sharp squeeze.

“I heard pee is stored here. If I squeeze hard enough will you just go on the floor here?” She said with a wicked grin.

“That's a dumb myth!” Thrash said, his hands grabbing at his sisters wrists to pry them off.

“Then why'd you tinkle a little when I kicked them?” She asked, one hand wrapping around the bare fur of each testicle to give a painful grab. Words failed to form as gut wrenching pain racked his body. He could feel his strength leaving him and knew he would fall to his knees soon if he didnt act soon. His position was bad to try and hit the crotch of his sibling, but her talk of stored urine did give him an idea.

Forcing his hand free he reeled back, punching the lower abdomen of the female. Gnash tightened her abs in anticipation of a gut punch, but howled in pain when her already strained bladder received a direct hit, making her already need to empty herself an all consuming desire. The grip on the balls in her hand loosened and Thrash once again punched out, slamming hard knuckles into the organ that was already filled like a water balloon.

She let go fully, taking a few steps back. Horror filled her as she heard a trinkle of splashing liquid hit the ground.

“No no no.” She pleaded to herself, feeling embarrassment hit her as she peed on the floor. She tried to stop, but the already strained bladder refused until it was fully empty. Thrash stood, almost transfixed by what he saw. He wasn't expecting this result but this did mean he was now free to relieve himself. He started to turn but felt hands grab hold of either shoulder, locking him in place. Before he had time to think further his world turned to pain as Gnash launched her knee into his balls with all the strength gifted to her by anger and humiliation. The male whimpered and a new trinkle of liquid splashing on the hard wooden floor met both sets of ears. Thrash had started to pee, the stream going between his sister's legs and joining the puddle she made. Both held still, fearful that any movement would result in the stream landing on their legs. Once it lowered to just a few drops the siblings awkwardly shimmied straight away from any stray drops. Both looked at each other and to the mess they made.

“I'll get the paper towels.” Thrash said, shame obvious in his tone.

“I'll get the cleaning spray.” Gnash said, her tone matching her brother. 

As they trekked to the cleaning supplies the female asked. “Where did you learn that bladder hitting thing?”

Thrash felt a little better, almost cool as he was asked this question. “Well, I was looking at anatomy when I figured out that ovary hitting thing. Figured the bladder may work as well.”

Rubbing her lower belly “I can promise you it worked very well.” Suddenly getting a mean grin. “So you were looking at pictures of naked ladies?”

“Shut up.” Thrash said with a giggle.

Journey's of Cave Cyrus 2

The hot summer sun pierced the jungle to beat down on Cyrus. Sweat slicked his entire body as he continued his training, soaking into his fur loincloth. After felling a sizable tree, he managed to balance its crushing weight on his broad shoulders.. He would slowly bring his body lower, bending at the knees and rising back up. He did this over and over, remembering the times most of his old tribe would be with him in training. There were times when he missed them, but he was happy with the new home he had made, especially considering he knew that many of the human tribe would be having his eggs. He hesitated. Do humans lay eggs?

Unbeknown to Cyrus there was a predator watching him. His gaze fixated on the toned heaving muscles of the black dragon. He eyed up the sweat gleaming his body and it only made the hunter want to sink his teeth into him more, tasting the salty perspiration like seasoning on roasted juicy meat. The silent watcher was Kortas, a rex humanoid. He was as far from the tyrannosaurus rex as Cyrus was from the four legged dragons that roamed the sky. Kortas stood about as tall as the dragon. His eyes wandered lower as he saw the black dragon lift his tail to keep it from touching the ground. Biting his lip he saw the tone glutes flex and clench together. He even saw that the heat was affecting the scales golden balls and they gently touched the ground as he dipped down. Unable to contain himself he stepped out of the foliage.

Hearing a disturbance Cyrus spun to face the intruder. He was surprised to see a fellow reptile strolling out, but he was unlike the dragons of his tribe. The newcomer raised his hands in placation. 

“Easy, no fight. Not yet.”

Still on edge Cyrus snarled. “Explain.” The dragon's heart skipped a beat when he looked lower and saw that his surprise visitor was half erect penis looking to be as long and thick as Cyrus. Eyeing him up the black dragon saw that this must be a dino anthro, much in the same way he is a dragon. The two stood of similar height and build, massive hard muscled reptiles. The newcomer was primarily red, with black stripes much like a predatory cat, as the rest of his chest took on a dark orange hue, like the sky at dawn. What caught Cyrus’  attention most was a large pattern of puncture scars all across the dino’s torso, like he had been in the jaws of One Eye himself. 

The red reptile smiled. Slapping himself on the chest he exclaimed “Me Kortas, alpha of dinosaur tribe. Heard human tribe got a new alpha. Wanted to see.” 

Cyrus never thought about it that way but he did get a sense of pride upon hearing him referred to as an alpha. As the red dino walked closer Cyrus could smell his sweat and musk wash over him, filling his nostrils with the acrid yet irresistible smell. This caused the black dragon's own penis to start to swell, but he did his best to ignore it.

Trying to keep his composure the black dragon dropped his heavy wooden burden to the ground with a snap of breaking wood. “Well, you see now.” Spoken with confidence while puffing out his chest.

“See yes. Want more. I fight the strongest foe to prove Kortas is strongest there is.” Poking one of his taloned fingers into the bite scar that crossed his muscled chest. “He was called king of lizards. He bit me. Almost in half.” Kortas said with a bellowing laugh like he was remembering a pleasant memory, not him almost dying. “Kortas bite back harder! Kill beast and feed tribe for a whole week.”

“Why fight me? Am not enemy. Or food.” 

“Wrong.” Kortas said with a grin that revealed his deadly fangs, knowing that Cyrus is both of those things to him. “You kill One Eye. They say you strongest fighter in Human Tribe. Human small, weak, skin soft. Need their little bows and many fighters to kill any prey.”

Cyrus snarled, feeling that his own were being slighted. “They fight and kill well. Are all fierce. Do not speak of them like that.”

Stepping in closer, so close that the two reptiles were practically snout to snout. “Shut me up then. Meet me at Bone Arena. We fight before eyes of the gods and see who's strongest.”

Cyrus stepped closer as well, not wanting to show any sign of intimidation. This had the effect of both of their erections to press against each other. Still, he continued forward until they were face to face and staring each other dead in the eye. stifling a shudder the black dragon spoke “Me be there. I'll show who real alpha is.”

Kortas stood his ground, feeling the throbbing of both of their dicks, the breath exiting and entering both of their chests, and even the sensation of dragon testicles touching dino nuts. “Don't make me wait, Cyrus of the humans. Am starving for some dragon meat.” The two stood there for a moment longer, staring each other in the eye, not wanting to portray any weakness by backing down. Kortas smirked and gave a quick lick to Cyrus snout, drinking the salty sweat. He turned and walked away “Just a taste.”

Cyrus was taken aback by this, but stood to make sure the dino was truly leaving. It was also difficult to keep his eyes from the red reptile's rump as it walked  away. When his foe was out of sight the dragon looked down, noticing a thin glob of pre cum upon his dick. It was on the side of the head, showing it belonged to Kortas. He wiped it with a taloned finger and brought it to his nose, sniffing at it. “Just a taste.” He thought as he licked his digit clean.

Later that night Cyrus and the Amazon Tribe journeyed to the Bone Arena, some opting to carry a musical instrument the dragon never heard of called a drum. The group grew baron and dirt stuck to his legs as the group traveled the plains. The dragon was taken aback by what he saw. Stretching as far as the eye could see was the skeletal remains of a great serpent. Its bleached white bones were taller than any tree the reptile had ever seen. The Amazons started at the tail, the head being the destination. On each set of towering bones were paintings, each of different designs. Some were jagged lines and patterns, some depicting bird humanoids, others had green humans. “What is…” Cyrus wanted to ask more, but he was lost taking in all he saw as he passed under the arching bones.

“Bone Arena.” Takka spoke, gesturing towards the body around her. Her belly was beginning to swell with the new life Cyrus had planted within her. Still, she walked with ease, and to the dragon's delight, her rear gave a small clapping sound as she walked. Each tribe has its own stories for how it came to be. We all agree it is sacred. Tribes all paint and leave their marks on the bones. We settle arguments in front of the eyes of the serpent, fighting makes it happy.”

“What about killing?” Cyrus asked hesitantly.

Olan stepped in, her scarlet hair flowing as she shook her head. “Never kill. Tribes are always forbidden to kill tribe. Makes gods angry. Skies grow dark, earth trembles.” She pounded a fist into her open palm “Just beat each other.”

The dragon breathed a sigh of relief, happy to hear the gods shared his disdain  of killing. Then, with a start, he remembered something. “You said you never seen talking dino before. But you know of dino tribe.”

Defensively she spoke “Me mean ‘roar’ dino” accentuating her little roar by moving her hands into claw shapes. “Me no mean ‘blah blah blah’ dino.”

Cyrus chuckled and continued to walk through the body of the skeleton, taking in the sight of the many designs and sights of the tribes. Takka continued. “These are sacred grounds. Before this god's body everyone shared feelings. When you fight you will feel us. We will feel you.” Cyrus was unsure what she meant, but figured he would find out soon enough. As they walked the black dragon saw two slender humans, dressed in clothing made of leaf and vine. “Different human tribes?” he asked.

Soza sneered , her golden hair almost matching that of the ones they all looked at. “No. Elfs. Good for potions, nothing else. They have ugly spear ears.”

Cyrus had to squint but he saw the elves' ears did in fact come to a point, unlike the rounded ears of the humans. The reptile noted, with delight, that the two spear ears were both tall, slender, and with massive breasts. He was amazed to think how such slender looking bodies could support the weight of their top halves. He could tell by his tribe mates tone they didn't care much for the elves. Soza pointed towards the other side of the great serpent's body. Cyrus saw a pair of furred humanoids. They looked to be like lionesses, with tan fur visible where pelts of black and white stripes or orange with black spots did not cover them. They too, were a duo, with a younger female warrior gripping a spear in a relaxed stance, with an older battle scarred woman accompanying her. Their hard eyes gave clear indication that they had no intention for conversation.

“Lion Tribe.” Engi spoken now. The daughter of the shaman was begging to show signs of pregnancy like her mother. “They trade in colorful pelts. They here to see how strong our champion is.” As they neared the head of the serpent Cyrus was surprised when he felt the hand of Olan stroking at his dick.

“Get hard. When Dino Tribe see you let them see you strong.”

The male was more than happy to receive this odd idea of intimidation as the red headed human continued to work his dick into its fully erect state he couldn't help but breath in the scent of her hair. “Your fire hair smell different than other humans.”

Suddenly the woman tighten her grip painfully on Cyrus manhood. “What  you say?” spoken with clear fury.

Confused as to what caused this outburst of anger he tried to speak “It good, just different.”

The fire haired woman let out a huff as she slapped Cyrus hard across the nuts, making him lurch forward in pain. “You lucky you have fight soon.”

Bewildered, Cyrus continued onward, trying to rub away the pain in his loins. Going around the skull of the great serpent he could see much of the dino tribe. There were creatures of many shapes and sizes, large bulky dinos with three horns in a triangular formation on their heads, standing a full head taller and wider than the dragon. There were smaller ones, slender long snouted predators with huge hooked talons in place of their big toes, their body being lean but obviously strong. Biggest of all was a long necked dinosaur that stood fully as tall as two lesser dinos. The dragon was amazed by the variety of the dinosaur tribe. And if Kortas was the alpha he must have either defeated or otherwise made even the larger members of his tribe submissive to him. This did speak volumes of his skill, putting Cyrus on edge. He could see the area that was intended for the battle. It was a small round dirt clearing in front of the skull of the serpent. The dragon for the first time felt truly small when he stood in front of the jaws of a beast whose single tooth was bigger than his whole body. 

The dino tribe began to part to let Kortas through, many begging to light torches to better see the coming battle. Kortas walked out proud, with his arms resting on two different dinosaurs who walked by his sides. To his left was another triceratops, the T-rex having his hand obviously grabbing the triple horned dino’s rump. To his right was a smaller predatory dinosaur, looking similar to the big toed one he saw before. It lacked the large talon of its mate. Kortas reached and gently scratched the back of its head, and suddenly frills shot out round the smaller dinosaur's neck and surrounded its head in bright shifting colors.

Cyrus involuntarily took a step back, his survival instinct warning him of danger. Kortas let out a chuckle. He slapped the tri-horned one on his backside and gently pushed the frilled one aside, before making his way to the dirt clearing. “I have bested every fighter in my tribe. Some faster, some bigger, all now bow to Kortas. Every man in tribe worships me.” He spoke with an infuriating sense of superiority that set Cyrus aflame. Cyrus took his place inside the arena, the humans of his tribe forming a semi-circle behind him. The dino tribe did so as well, completely surrounding the two fighters. Cryus asked. “What of the women?” With a dismissive wave of his hand Kortas gave a “Eh.”

Kortas gave his considerable muscles a flex. “If you scared you may submit now. But I want to fight you. The prey I fight for tastes better.” He began to touch his dick, the rex member rapidly swelling, making it clear what kind of pry he thought Cyrus was.

Undaunted, the black dragon stood upright. “Me no prey. You say sorry for what you say about humans.”

With a predatory grin the  tyrannosaurus took a low fighting stance. “Make me. No more words. Charge me. Fight, Fight!”

The dragon needed no more instruction and he dashed forward, aiming to tackle the red reptile. Kortas caught his foe's arms as he drew close. Rather than being forced to the ground he took charge of the black reptile. His feet dug into the earth and left a trail of disturbed dirt. The headlong charge was brought to a sudden halt. The two stood pushing on each other, with Kortas smiling at the show of his might. “Me hoped you stronger.”

Cyrus snarled. “Me hoped you talk less” as he threw his forehead downward and crunched into the red reptiles snout. momentarily taken by surprise Kortas was pushed off balance. Taking advantage the black dragon twisted his body and flung the red reptile to the ground. He rolled and remained on one knee. “Good!” Kortas said as a small stream of blood ran down his nostril. the black and yellow reptile moved in to take advantage of his foe but was blinded as Kortas tossed dirt into his face. The dragon threw a wild punch to fight off any advance the rex wanted to make, but his hand flung through the air harmlessly. Soon his eyes cleared and he looked around, to see his foe had vanished. Before he could react he felt a large muscled body behind him and a muscled arm curling around his neck. It gained pressure and Cyrus found it harder to breathe. Instinctively the black dragon pryed at the arm around his neck but could not get it loose. Thinking quickly, he threw his hips back and shot his tail as high as he could. He felt the impact of two rubbery balls being compressed by his strong tail and knew he got what he was aiming for. The grip around his neck loosened and Cyrus broke free. He turned and saw Kortas holding his busted balls, penis still hard as ever. 

Cyrus charged in, smashing a couple vicious punches to Kortas body before gripping both hands together to slam down on his foes back. The rex was brought to his hands and knees by this attack. Before the dragon could do more his crotch exploded in agony as he felt teeth clamp down on his golden orbs. He howled in pain, the scales of his scrotum saving him from the sharp fangs piercing. To his surprise the black reptile could feel a tongue start to lap at his balls as well. Quickly and deftly the black dragon placed his fingers in the jaw of the rex and pried it open, before falling back and away from the red reptile. Kortas licked his lips “You as tasty as you look.”

Getting back to his feet Cyrus once more stood ready, the sharp pain in his testicles momentarily ignored. The two squared off, this time a bit more cautious. They exchanged swings, only for them to be blocked or nimbly dodged. One hit managed to connect with the dragon’s jaw and he was sent looking in the opposite direction. Behind him the black and gold reptile saw the elf woman were watching the fight from atop the snake skull, both happily jumping up and down as they cheered. Distracted he stared upward as their massive pale breasts bounced, held in only by the plants that made up their clothing.  Cyrus was sure he could almost see their nipples poking through the green matter. 

With a sharp pain in his crotch he was brought back to the fight. Kortas had wrapped a hand around one of Cyrus huge nuts and was squeezing. “Focus on me.” He said with a hint of annoyance. Cyrus swung his hand up and grabbed hold of one of the rex’s testicles and gripped it tight. “This enough focus?” He said through gritted teeth. The two remained like this for a moment, each having a fierce grip on the other's manhood and compressing the tortured organ with all their might. The males of each respective tribe instinctively grabbed at their own crotches, forced to imagine the agony of such a strong hand squeezing their tender bits. Some of the women of the dino tribe squirmed in sympathy pain as well, others cheered to squeeze harder.

The women of the Amazons were thankful that they got to enjoy Cyrus before this fight started, worrying that his potency would be a risk after this fight. Olan, for her part, was laughing at this, taking a sense of satisfaction seeing two men possibly ruin their sex lives in this display of bravado. The two fighting reptiles continued their one handed assaults on each other, not letting up and bearing down on each other with all the strength they have. As the pain grew they began to lurch forward, both resting their heads on each other's shoulders. Past the point of being able to speak clearly they grunted heavily into each. Eventually Kortas let go, body rebelling against him and letting go of the dragon’s sac and attempting to pry loose the fingers that threatened to rupture his orb. Cyrus smirked and gave a sharp, hard tug downward before letting go. Kortas squealed and fell to his knees, the pain creeping up from his crotch to his stomach and up his whole body. The dragon wished to capitalize on this, but found the agony in his tortured orb too much. The two men spent a moment trying to rub away their pains. Eventually they were able to continue.

The two battled on, each delivering blows to each other that would have felled a lesser creature. Neither showed signs of weakness but showing obvious fatigue. Sweat glistened both of their bodies and purple bruises began to show where damage had been dealt. Breathing deep heavy breaths they still fought on, never once did their penises get soft, despite the abuse and exhaustion. The gathered crowds grew more animated, humans cheering and pounding their drums when Cyrus landed a hit. The Dino Tribe roared in excitement when Kortas delivered a blow. Fire shone  in their eyes brighter than the torches that lit the arena.  They had never seen such a brutal battle before, and all knew the skeletal god whose hollow eye sockets gazed down on them was pleased.

Kortas swung a fist into Cyrus' stomach, causing him to double over as he tried to regain his breath. Not wasting an opportunity the red reptile placed one hand on his foes chest, the other roughly grabbed at his groin. With a mighty roar he lifted the dragon above his head. He took a moment to hold him in the air, cock sure of his display of might. With a step forward the rex threw Cyrus with all of his strength.

The dragon crashed to the ground and rolled in the dirt. When he finally stopped he found himself surrounded by dinosaurs. Fighting frenzy filled their eyes as they gathered around the fallen dragon. It was clear they were about to pounce. A bellow of rage stopped them in their tracks, and all eyes turned to Kortas. “Mine. Move.” Although almost fully out of energy and breathing heavy his eyes showed no loss of determination.

The fight stolen from them the crowded dinos all started to back off, making space for the combatants. Cyrus stood to his feet and was met with a shoulder charge. The broken circle of the crowd allowed the two fighters to move out of the area, until Cyrus was met with a tree slamming into his back. The wood cracked and splintered but held upright. The black dragon slammed his fists downward until the grip around him loosened enough for him to throw Kortas off. With some space the black reptile grabbed at the splintered tree behind him, and with a mighty roar broke it free from the ground. In one motion he swung it sidelong and slammed it into Kortas. The tree splintered and cracked in half, delivering splinters of broken wood flying in all directions. Stunned, the rex fell to the ground, limbs sprawled in all directions. The dragon stepped in, still carrying half of his improvised weapon. His steps were labored and his body begged him to fall over to rest, but willpower won out. Summoning the last of his power he hefted the half tree high above his head and slammed it down with an earth shattering impact on the exposed scrotum of the rex.

Kortas howled and in hard spurts he shot his seed as the cum was forced out of his compressed testicles. A bizarre mixture of pain and pleasure wrapped his body and his mind went blank, feeling the combination of hardwood slamming his manhood and one of the strongest orgasms he ever felt. Cyrus pushed at the tree, letting it fall to the ground. He looked down and saw Kortas with hot sticky semen covering his sweaty heaving chest. Despite everything he was happy to see that both orbs were still round and intact. He was less happy to see the rex begin to roll over and start to place his limbs below him. The dragon breathed in deeply before he fell down on top of the rex. This forced the red reptile to the ground, their combined weight too much for the exhausted limbs. The black dragon wrapped one arm around the dinosaur's neck and squeezed with what remaining energy he had. As he lay on the dinosaur's back Cyrus moved his body so the rex could not try to use the same trick he had used to escape the choke hold. 

As he lay on his opponent's back Cyrus felt the pleasant sensation of his own still hard member rubbing against the firm rump of the dino, their mutual struggling creating a pleasant sensation. The sweat of both of their bodies formed a natural lubricant and the dragon could feel precum start to leak out. Kortas struggled but it was clear his energy left him. He felt himself grow weaker and his vision grew darker. When he was on the verge of passing out he found he was able to breathe again. Coughing and sucking in lungfuls of air he felt the dragon leave his back. Twisting his head he saw the black dragon standing triumphantly over his prone body. When he heard a victorious roar leave Cyrus mouth Kortas knew he was defeated

Cyrus raised his fists into the air and let cry a mighty roar of victory and dominance. Once his voice stopped it was replaced by the roar of the gathered spectators, cheering wildly and reveling in his victory. Even the Dino Tribe was cheering approval, the rush of the dragons victory washing over them. Taking in the sight of everyone celebrating his hard fought battle he looked all around, until his eyes fell upon Kortas. The black reptile was surprised to see that the rex had gotten to his hands and knees with his tail raised straight up into the air. Cyrus tilted his head in confusion.

Kortas turned  his head back, gently swaying behind “You defeat me. You take me.” He said, no shame in his voice, but rather a faint sense of anticipation. Smiling the dragon lowered himself down to the rex’s level, getting down on his knees behind his bested foe. He slid his erect dick between the firm cheeks of the dino’s ass, rubbing up between them and feeling the underside of his tail. Kortas shuddered and lowered his shoulders to the ground, pushing his rump up higher. Cyrus fully felt in control. He felt dominant. He felt like the alpha. Once the dragon had enough teasing he pulled back and glided the head of his dick to the dinos hole. Kortas moaned in pain as the large throbbing member was placed against his intimate area but offered no signs of wanting this to stop. Cyrus pushed in harder and all at once he was inside his once foe. Burying his head in his folded arms the mighty dinosaur tried not to let too many undignified noises escape his maw.

Cyrus continued to thrust, grabbing onto the red reptile's hips to completely control the pace of his passion. Starting off slower he increased the speed and power when he saw how well Kortas was taking, clearly Cyrus was not the first. The dragon had enough of the dragon's silence so he gave the tail wagging in his face a sharp bite. It wasn't nearly hard enough to damage the tail, just enough to make the rex feel it and leave a mark on him. To the dragon's surprise Kortas let out a sharp high pitched moan of pleasure at this. Suddenly the once quiet dino was shouting and almost squealing in delight. Cyrusenjoyed this, pushing him harder to go further.

Getting a wicked idea the dragon grabbed at this loincloth and ripped it off roughly. He leaned forward and stuffed the sweat soaked and precum stained garment into the rex open mouth. The sound was muffled but the noise of pleasure was clear, he loved being used like this. The dragon then reached down and started to stroke at the dinosaur's penis, and the black reptile could tell he was close to climax judging by the twitching. Cyrus spoke loudly, not caring if the others would hear and actually reveling in the fact they would. “You cum for me. Show those balls still work. Cum for your alpha.”

With a muffled yell the dino squealed as this overstimulated member once more pumped out a load that splashed down and onto the dirt below him. Cyrus loved the feeling of control over such a strong foe. Close to finishing himself, the dragon pulled out and pushed Kortas on his back, making him lay down in his own semen. The rex Looked up at Cyrus as he was kneeled above him, the dragon’s dick in his hand. With his free hand Cyrus removed the dragon's makeshift gag and pumped his cock, bringing himself to the edge of climax. “Who's alpha?”

“Cyrus!” the dino said, lust and infatuation filling his voice, all bravado gone from him. “Cyrus is alpha!”

With that the dragons bruised balls clenched up and his dick twitched as he shot his load. Sticky pungent cum streaked and laned all over the waiting face of the dinosaur, his open mouth happily catching the male fluid. Cyrus breathed deeply, feeling satisfaction flooded him. He looked around and was happy to see both tribes taken by the lust he and Kortas shared. All around human and dino were mating with abandon, all hostilities between the two forgotten as a shared feeling of pleasure washed away any negativity. Even the busty bouncy elf was getting a breast sucked by two different tribes. Cyrus lowered himself and rubbed his rapidly re-hardening dick on Kortas’, and he shuddered in delight. Cyrus noted, with swelling pride, that his dick was slightly bigger than his once foe. Kortas looked up at Cyrus, his face still streaked with his cum eagerly. He would join the others, but for now he felt like he still wished to ‘fight’ the worthy prey in front of him.

Low Blow Quest chapter 10

“Ugh, it feels like we have been walking for a whole year!” Complained Glysh the goblin as they trekked through the woods. She was leading the group, even if the top of her head came up to only the belly button of an average human. She had the pointed ears and long nose typical of her greenskin race and also happened to be blessed with a derriere that would be the envy of a creature more than double her size. She kept at the ready a kusarigama, the chain of her oriental weapon coiled around her arm gently bounced along her rump with every step she took. Following close was Kuni the oni. She towered head and shoulders above even a full blooded orc. The oni had a solid muscular frame, criss-crossing scars on her carmine red skin, and large double headed battle ax who spoke of a lifetime of battle. Her bright ruby skin and snow white hair stood out greatly in the green and browns of the forest. Her breasts were massive, so big that they would become a liability in a battle. Her usual recourse was to bind them tightly but that was not an option at the moment, as much as she wished as she was forced to awkwardly cross her arms to provide support against unwanted painful bouncing. Coming last but not least was Morn. The orc vixen wasn't as vibrant a shade of green as Glysh nor were her features as harsh and savage as that of most of her kin. Still, she carried herself with confidence and pride. Over her shoulder she carried a demonic club, the prize won from the dungeon they had all recently escaped. In the other she held aloft the skull of the undead human wizard Kozor, whose hollow eye sockets glimmered with a faint light. His soul was bound to his limited remains due to dark magic and his obstinate refusal to pass on. The adventurers had been teleported to an unknown location, after triggering the last trap of an ancient dungeon. To add insult to injury, a previous acid trap had left them all in the nude, with the fabric of their clothes eaten away and the metal of their weapons stained an unnatural shade of green.

“It's only been a few hours, stop complaining.” Kozor shot back. His teeth clattered as he spoke, his jaw mimicking the same movements a normal human would make with their mouth when they spoke. 

“You're not the one walking barefoot through this wilderness. Also, why am I even getting sass from a talking skull? I’ve never seen a necromancer who lets their thrall mouth off that much.” The goblin rogue said, her dark green skin already pearling with beads of sweat.

“Morn is not a necromancer! I’m the caster of this magic. Before my demise, I performed a little dark ritual to keep my soul in the mortal plane. Best I could achieve was keeping my skull animated. Alas, I'm still only an amateur wizard.” The skull bemoaned angrily.

Morn raised the skull of her friend to be eye level with him. She was forced to carry the undead wizard by hand now that the acid trap they triggered ate away the leather strap she used to fasten him at her waist. “Easy there, bone lord.” Chastised the orc in an almost condescending manner. Looking to address her fellow greenskin, “To tell you the whole story, a while back I fell captive to some Golden Lord goons who tossed me in a cell. Kozor was already like this when I found him. Combining his magic and my muscles we managed to escape. He decided to help me in my journey as he has nowhere else to go really.”

Happy to see the orc girl confirm his story, the wizard continued. “Yes, not only that I'm also glad to see pain brought to the Golden Order, given they are responsible for my demise. If you really want to know everything, only cast spells when I possess someone else’s body. This can only occur when I've had time to recharge and of course with their consent. I do believe however I could get more proficient with some practice.” As if he was ashamed by his own confession, he concluded “And I should add that I am grateful to Morn for getting me out of that damned prison cell.”

“Ah, you zombie lug.” The orc said as she gave the skull a noogie.

“I see.” Glysh said, still processing everything she just heard. She had seen many things on her travels, but a buddy-buddy orc and a self-made undead magic user were both firsts. “Well I've seen odder team-ups.” She turned to face her new oni companion, before asking bluntly, “If I’m correct, something was said about you growing some twig and two berries?”

Kuni’s face turned a brighter shade of red as she scratched the back of her head. She looked to Morn for help.

“I'll fill you in. Kuni tends to be a little shy, when it comes to this sort of thing. Anyway, as far as I can tell her tribe has been cursed in such a way that every oni is born female. Then, instead of getting periods they grow a fat set of dick and balls. Their organs won't go away ‘til someone else makes them cum or their nuts get destroyed. Then, boom! Back to all female.”

Kuni hid her face in her hands, too embarrassed to speak. Glysh looked back at her ruby traveling companion to give her a once over. “By all that glitters I’ve got to see this happen.” With no feigned astonishment.

“Oh, believe me it's something else.” Morn said with a grin.

“Guys can we please stop talking about this?” Begged Kuni, still hiding her face.

“She will change her tune as soon as she gets her balls. All guys do.”

Morn took the lead, her upbringing in the unforgiving jungle wilderness her tribe called home giving her unparalleled survival skills. She began by seeking out fresh water, as she was able to sniff out the faint scent of moisture, which led them to a clearing. The landscape became more mineral, with crags strewn about and no trees were growing in this desolate area. Standing on the neck of the woods, Morn tried to gaze further in the clearing by climbing atop a boulder. “Looks like there's some small lakes near the center. I don't see much else.” Her report was interrupted by the sight of a small shimmer of reflected light in the grass by the bodies of water. She first dismissed it as a trick of her eyes. When she saw the shimmer again, this time darting closer she knew it was real. It closed the distance to her quickly and she swung her club down at it hard enough to crack the stone ground. A clear amorphous blob of water coiled its way up the club and onto her arm. She let out a yell and frantically swiped at, only to find it swiftly dodged her every swing. 

“Hey wait, that's a water sprite.” Kuni exclaimed “And I would really recommend not pissing them off. Where there is one there is at least a dozen more. But they are usually friendly.”

“Friendly and way too touchy.” Morn said as she shook her arm to whisk away the clear shape clinging to her skin.

Kozor clattered his teeth. “Lucky you, guys. Small water sprites pose no danger to humanoids. In fact some spas use them in treatments as they eat dead skin and debris on the pores. They often reside near hot springs or other fresh bodies of water. They’re said to be scavengers and pick apart the last bits of meat from the dead.”

Less agitated now, Morn examined the creature on her arm. It went from a shapeless blob to the shape of a fairy maiden. It was still made of water and thus translucent but still faintly visible. “And this thing wants to eat away at my skin?”

Glysh walked past Morn. “Dead skin. One time, I had to prepare myself for an infiltration mission to some high society place. Fancy bastards who can't appreciate the natural musk of a real goblin. I hit up a spa to fully clean myself off and they had domesticated sprites like these. Little guys were cleaning every nook and cranny of me. Felt divine and I came out as fresh as a newly minted gold piece.” Adding on to this while picking up her pace, with obvious glee in her voice. “If we are lucky these sprites can take requests too!”

Morn raised an eyebrow as to what the shorter greenskin could mean by request. Still, she followed, excited to experience a relaxing hot spring. Kuni trailed behind, forced to hold her large breasts in her arms to stop them from shaking painfully as she tried to catch up with her team. She desperately needed more binding to hold the girls in place. The group walked further in to find a myriad of pools strewn across the landscape. The bodies of water all had a beautiful light blue hue, with volutes of steam gently rising off their surface. Some seemed to go much deeper underground, as if they were somehow connected by a submerged network of faultlines. The goblin laid her weapon on the ground and slowly dipped a toe into one of the pools. She sunk herself up to the hips pleasingly hot water greeting her. “Just fuck my ass and call me a whore!” Said the goblin as she lowered herself in and sat in neck deep water, with an almost orgasmic bliss apparent in her voice.

Kuni couldn't help but giggle at her friend's crude language and followed suit, taking a mental note of the proposition for later. The uneven pools let her find a deeper spot to sit in. Still curious, Morn felt a little uneasy and looked around for any signs of danger. She cast her gaze to the ground and saw several water sprites urging her into the water. The one that clung to her now seemed to be a couple inches taller, her body more clearly defined and details much sharper. At first glance it almost looked like a fairy. Several other sprites joined around her companions, taking on similar detailed shape as they motioned to rub the skin clean or rinse the travelers hair. She still felt off about something but decided to join in anyway. As she sat in the water she held Kozor above the water but he slipped from her hands. He dunked in the water and she frantically fumbled to hold him in the air. “Are you ok?”

“Yes. why wouldn't I be?” The skull asked.

“I don't know. I was worried you could drown or something.”

“I don't have lungs or can even breathe.” He said incredulously 

“You can still talk without lungs.” She said defensively.

“Fair. But yes, I am fine.” And much more quietly he added “I do appreciate your concern.”

Morn placed the skull at the lip of the water. She leaned back, sliding her rump across the smooth stone of the pool until her whole head went under the water. Feeling the cleansing liquid rush over her put her more at ease. She rose from the water and looked at her companions. Kuni was leaning back with her chin touching the surface. Morn did note with some amusement that her generous breasts bounced above the surface, as a diligent sprite was leaning on its hands and knees to clean her exposed skin. A duo of sprites were pulling back her hair and running wet fingers through the strands to clear it of dirt. Glysh singled out a sprite who was standing on the water. “Please understand basic. Can you turn into a goblin?” The sprite lost its shape but quickly reformed into a pointy eared goblin, one with the same body and proportions than Glysh, albeit only half a foot tall. With a hint of excitement, she added, “OK, but can you do a male goblin. A naked one?” The sprite once more lost its shape to turn this time into an anatomically correct (and very well-endowed)male goblin. “That’s golden! The rest of you, can you all do like him?” Hearing this request, the water creatures working on pampering Glysh all took on the shape of a hunky naked goblin. “There we go '' She said to herself as she sat down to relax. “My luck is going good so far with you guys. When I hit the big score this is what I want. A big house with a pageant of hunks doing whatever I say. Maybe I'll have a hottie from each species. Each big, dumb, and waiting on me hand and foot.” 

Kuni saw the requested transformation and opened her mouth. Just as quickly she closed it, biting back a sentence before it could be given life. “This form is all right.” She said, noting in her head that requesting the form of a bottom heavy goblin or well muscle orc would sound too awkward. She let out a sharp moan as the sprites moved from the top of her breasts to the nipples. “Hey, easy with those!” She said, The sprites moved a hand in front of their mouths and bobbed their head, miming giggling. They resumed their cleaning at a much gentler speed. Below the water fairy shaped sprites had already begun work on the toned body of the oni, running small hands across her abs and hips. As if inviting them in she slowly opened her legs. She thought to herself this is just to get a full cleaning, nothing more. 

Morn decided to have fun with these sprites and singled one out. “Can you do a kobold, but with huge fat nuts? Like they are almost dragging on the ground, they are so fat.” The fairy-like creature had to draw in some extra water before it changed into a small dagonic form. It was forced to stand with its legs far apart as the balls of liquid that made up its fake testicles took up almost half its total body mass. It slowly attempted to waddle forward towards Morn, who couldn't help but laugh at this display. Kozor watched on “It seems these sprites have encountered a fair few travelers before if they can copy them like this. And they are very hospitable.” One sprite emerged from the water and approached the talking skull. Hesitantly it reached a hand out and started to wash away dirt collected on the bone. “I won't bite, don't worry. I wont get as much enjoyment out of this as my companions but I do appreciate a good cleaning.” When Morn was done watching her big-balled kobold struggle in its new form, she leaned towards her undead friend. “This has to suck for you. Three naked women all wet and splashing around and you can't do anything. Can you even feel aroused anymore? What’s with the lack of boy bits and all.” 

Kozor let out a listless sigh, “The spirit is willing but the flesh has vanished. I lack the physical sensation, but I can still feel it somewhat within me. It's a little like a phantom limb.”

Morn chuckled. “Well if you ever get a phantom limb that you can use on three women, I'm sure you'd love to. I won't forget the first thing you did when you got control of my body was to feel me up. Even if a man’s just a head he will still be driven by his other head. Even if you don't have it.” 

Kozor grumbled at this and turned his attention to his lone sprite cleaner. “Don't suppose you can do a redhead, can you?”

Kuni got self-conscious, thinking she looked suspiciously like she was enjoying the sprites cleaning too much and spoke up. “Hey Morn, what is this lizard martial arts teacher like? You said you wanna bring the demon club to him, yet you never spoke of him.”

“He is different. Not what I expected from a legendary hero. He's a pervert but he's also a very good fighter. Saw him punch a tree down by barely hitting it. So hard in fact that a fireball was created.” Morn stated with some awe evident in her voice.

“Pervert?” Glysh asked, her ears twitching. “Does he ever try to, ya know, use you?”

Morn shrugged “Nah, he never even tried anything. He did feel me up but he said it was to test my muscles. And he did make me do some very odd exercises. Would always go to his hut to ‘meditate’ a lot.” She said while she moved her hand under the water to stroke an imaginary dick. Glysh giggled at this. Kuni crossed her thighs and stammered her next question, obviously flustered. “Can you show us these special exercises he would make you do?”

Morn stood up with her waist above the water, liquid cascading down her naked body. “According to him his previous master made him do these as well, so there must be something to them.” The muscular woman squatted down and pushed her toned butt back. She began to make that fine green booty pop as she shook it rhythmically in a dazzling display. The sprites, in whatever form they were in, all stopped their cleaning to watch the sudden motion. They all gave off different forms of appreciation at this, be it silent cheers or clapping their hands. Kuni sneakily, at least she hoped, slid a hand below the water to start washing at her inner thigh. “I think your master may have been on to something.” She said as casually as her hormone-addled brain could muster.

Glysh rubbed her chin as she watched. “I may have seen some women do this as a form of rain dance. But they were looking to make it rain money.”

Morn stopped her special workout and turned to face the goblin. “And like I said he would go back to his hut and meditate. I bet it looked like this.” She got an evil grin as she leaned down to make a fist just above the water line. She let out an over the top orgasmic moan while squeezing her fist to squirt water at Glysh’s face. “Hey!” the smaller greenskin said with a giggle “Dont cum on me. And not so fast too!”

Lowering her voice a few octaves to sound more masculine, Morn replied “Oh, you're just so hot I couldn't help myself.” 

Glysh stood up, causing a few water goblins to fall off her body “If you cum like that it just might make me” She cupped a small amount of water in her hand and splashed it wards, hitting Morn in the head. “Cum as well.” The two women began to chase each other around the pool, splashing each other while giggling.

Kuni watched on silently, and all the while fingering herself below the water. 

Kozor unceremoniously stated “I can't even look downward and yet I can tell you are touching yourself.” 

The oni quickly lifted her hand up and slapped it onto the stone lip of the pool. “What? No, I would never. I only do that kinda thing when I turn male. I would never- no I couldn't do something like that.”

If Kozor would have been physically able to, he’d arch an eyebrow. “You know it's nothing to be ashamed of. You're allowed to be horny without blaming it on your transformations. Speaking of, aren't you due soon?”

The ruby-skinned woman placed a hand on Kozor’s skullcap and forced his mouth shut, silencing him. “None of your business. And if I were horny, which I'm not, it would just be my male half. You probably don't get it as you don't have a dick anymore but when it comes up it totally takes over. If I had some meat on me I'd be going wild. Seeing all those soft jiggly tits and asses skipping around all giddy would be too much for any man to take. Again not like you'd understand anymore.” 

She let go of Kozor’s head as she felt something glide its way up her leg. She didn't need to look and assumed it was another water sprite. This one was being forceful and made her way to her crotch, slowly entering her. The oni did all she could to stifle a moan as she enjoyed this welcomed sensation. Kozor, fuming at the ease with which he was ignored, went back to focus on his lone water sprite. It now had taken the form of a slender woman in a simple wizard robe, water flowing behind her to simulate flowing curly hair. “At least you listen to me.”

Once the greenskins had their fun with pretending to ejaculate on each other, they settled down once more. Glysh decided to lean over the lip of the pool to allow her hunky male servants to clean her butt cheeks. “Hey, if your lizard master is such a perv, why do you put up with him? I know you wanna get stronger and all but why do you want it that bad?”

Morn flicked her hair so that it wasn't covering her face anymore. “What do you mean, do I really need a reason to want to get stronger? It's the proper orc thing to do.” She said as she puffed her chest out in pride. 

“You can't just be an orc. You are a person and in the short time I’ve known you seem a lot more clever than most. What makes you want strength?” Glysh asked, not moving from her position and enjoying the booty massage.

Morn scratched her head to think “Well, I had just lost the tribes fighting tournament to a hunter in the first round. Again. Even though I train as a warrior I'm much smaller than the rest of my tribe. Always have been a runt.” She said, in a bitter tone.

“You don't gotta tell me about being small. But you can't blame your size on yourself, it's your parent’s fault.”

Snapping back the orc growled. “Don't talk bad about my parents. I never knew them but I'm sure they were great warriors.”

The goblin rolled over to face Morn belly up in the water. “Easy. How could you know that if you never met them?”

Morn sat back in the water, sighing, “I thought about this a lot. You see, I was found as a small child by my tribe. I was abandoned by them. I'm guessing my parents were massive badass fighters and given how small and runty I was they just left me in the wilderness.”

Surprised by this sudden news Glysh spoke “Damn, I’m sorry. You alright?”

Morn sneered “Of course. I was too small and weak to stay with them so I have no right to complain. When the weak get trampled it's no one's fault but their own. My folks did nothing wrong anyway. It was my fault for coming out all-” She gestured with her hands all over herself “-like this. Not as green as the other orcs. Not as big as them. Face more pretty like a human too. But complaining and crying is for weak races, like humans anyway.”

“Uh-huh” Glysh said, feeling a little awkward about this. “And if you were a sissy human what would you complain about?”

Tilting her head the proud orc spoke, “Some lame stuff like ‘oh why'd you leave me to die, didnt you want me, sorry I’m born wrong’ and waste a lot of nights crying to themselves as they sleep. Thankfully I am a full orc so I don't do lame shit like that.” She said with cold dismissal evident in her voice.

“Yeah. I can totally see that.” Glysh said, desperately looking around for a new topic. Her eyes lit up when she saw the oni. “Oh shit, she turned purple!”

Kuni sat uncomfortably on her side of the pool. Just like Glysh said, she was no longer a vibrant shade of scarlet and had turned to a deep purple. “Don't mind me, you guys just focus on yourselves.” She said, while trapped painfully between her genders. The water sprite who was inside her vagina refused to leave, even as she shifted sex, leaving her with half a pussy and awkward nubs for male bits. She was hoping the spirit would get the hint soon and leave her so she could finish her transformation.

Glysh stood up “I don't want to miss the change! Also damn she is really hung.” She said as she looked below the water at Kuni’s crotch.

Morn followed the goblins' eyes. “Last time she swapped in only a few seconds.” Looking in the water she saw a long dark gray cylindrical object between the oni’s legs, but not the kind she was expecting. It went past her legs and down deeper into the water, into one of the dark abyss. “And no one is that hung.”

The smaller greenskin let out a yipe and hopped in the water. “Something almost went up my butt!”

Out of the depths she saw several shapes squirm their way upward. More and more broke the surface of the water and towered over them. Each had suction cups lining one side as they curled and twisted in the air. Morn shouted “We got a giant octopus”

“Worse!” Kozor shouted “This is a Creeper in the Water. A horrible cephalopod known for laying its eggs in other species.”

Morn grabbed her club and batted away an offending tentacle as it darted towards her crotch. With a sneer of disgust she saw the tip of the tentacle looked too much like the head of a penis. It moved forward and found itself between Morns legs and up her green snatch. She yelled in shock and pain as she yanked the perverted limb out. She swung her weapon down and crushed the tip to the ground. A roar from shadowy depthshuttered in the ground. Kuni reached between her legs and yanked out the pseudo penis. With room to change her body finally turned blue, while a large set of dick and balls fully formed. The tentacle wriggled and writhed until it freed itself from her grasp. It went back to her crotch, only to feel up her nuts. “Nothing there to fuck now!” She shouted as she reached for her acid stained ax, hoping to chop a gash into the offending cephalopod limb.

Another roar shook the pooland all the tentacles flew to the ground. Each pushed down with all their might and soon the body of the Creeper broke the surface. Its skin was smooth and shiny, it had four eyes the size of dinner plates that darted around in different directions. Now able to use its sense of sight, the tentacled creature became a much more formidable opponent. All of the water sprites began to move together, forgoing any shape requested of them by their visitors to coalesce into a blob of living water shambling several feet tall. 

“Great Mellon” Kozor swore “The sprites and Creep have a symbiotic relationship. This is fascinating!”

“I'm about to fascinate my club up this thing’s ass.” Morn shouted as she ran towards the head of the beast. “You need to ask before you shove strange things up me, gods dammit” Her advance was halted by several tentacles whipping towards her. 

“I think I know how to kill this thing, I once had to kill smaller octopussies on a fishing trip. I just hope this thing has a similar anatomy. Just get me close to its head.” asked Kozor.

Glysh had retrieved her weapon and swung the bladed end around her body giving several cuts to multiple sloppy limbs. “We are surrounded by heads here, take your fucking pick.”

Kuni made several great swings with her ax, failing to connect and sever a tentacle. One giant eye of the creeper fixed on her and saw the massive dick and balls flopping between her legs. It let out a howl of jealous anger at the sight of this competition and slid a long appendage below the shallow water out of sight of Kuni. When it reached her it shot up, wrapping tightly around the oni’s newly developed boy bits. It flexed and applied a crushing pressure to the futas dick and balls. The blue oni let out a howl of male agony and dropped her ax in a panic. She frantically tried to free herself from the octopus’ grip. The sprite blob moved in and surrounded Kuni now that she was defenseless. It seemed to understand that males are for killing and eating, while females were for the Creepers' uses. Kuni thrashed in pain and let out air bubbles as she was trapped in place and surrounded by water. Kozer looked on helplessly and could only call out for help in a panicked voice. When he saw that the other adventurers failed to notice the oni’s plight, he cursed his predicament. He wished he had a body to do something helpful. The wizard was fully charged, but also knew he couldn't take over any of the women in time to cast any useful spell. In a panic he did what he could. Kozor forced the withered weak image of his spirit out of his skull and lunged towards the spirit blob. The undead wizard had no idea if possessing something that was essentially a hive mind could even be attempted, nor what it would entail but he couldn't sit idly by anymore.

A shimmer of ghostly light passed through the sprite body, causing it to glimmer and lose its shape. In a sudden motion, the blob threw itself away from Kuni and onto the lip of the pool, lunging directly at Kozor’s skull. Kuni gasped and coughed out water as she was once again able to breath. She desperately forced the nails of her thumbs into the skin of the tentacles until it started bleeding. Pulling apart her digits, she tore a nasty gash that started to muddy the water. With a yell the appendage let go and retracted. The blue oni got out of the water and sat clutching herself in pain, nevertheless happy her new nuts had managed to survive. She looked over to where Kozor was, with the intention to thank him for the save, but saw his skull was now floating up into a new sprite body. The watery envelope took the rough form of a humanoid, looming over them about eight feet tall. The human bone found its way to the head of this colossus, as it thrashed and stumbled around. The ghostly light began to eb and fade, flashing and shimmering. It looked as though Kozor and the sprites were struggling for control.

Morn once more tried to move towards the main body of the Creeper but found her foot to be shackled inplace by a wrapping tentacle. When she moved to free herself,other tentacles likewise tangled up her remaining limbs, before forcing them apart. She dropped her club, which clattered now useless to the ground. The limbs of the orc were all forcefully splayed apart as if she was on a torture rack. She struggled and tried to force herself free but the tentacles were too strong. A fifth tentacle appeared and slowly, tauntingly, made its way to the orc’s womanhood. It slid inside and elated a gasp of surprise from Morn. “Im getting fucked here, a little help?”

Glysh was successful in defending herself by using the spinning blade of her kusarigama to keep the limbs at bay. She knew the light weapon did not have the force to sever any of them to put them out of commission but it caused enough pain in their sensitive tips to keep them away from her. She looked up to Morn who had been lifted high and swore, hoping her curse would affect a monster as much as it did a man. She shouted “Repent, sinner!” and threw the weighted ball of her weapon into one of the tentacles holding morn in place. The monster’s limb shone with an ethereal light and began to shrink. In such a diminished state, the tentacle had lost its strength and could not hold onto the female anymore. With one arm free the orc was able to twist her body and bite the tentacle that was holding her other arm. Blood gushed and the Creeper retracted its limbs to the safety of the deep, dropping Morn to the ground. Glysh shouted “I can't do that all day so try not to get too friendly with this beasty again.”

The duo looked to see what the oni had been doing this whole time and saw the shape of the water sprites standing before a sitting Kuni. Morn saw the skull of Kozor within the head shape and was happy thinking he helped them gain a big advantage. Then she saw the body stumble and hold its head. In the voice of the wizard human it let out a bellow that sounded like a mix of agony and confusion. Eventually it stood upright and looked down at Kuni. In a slow deliberate voice it stated “I’m not a man?”

Before the oni could react, the leg of the water monster came crashing down upon the exposed male genitals of Kuni. She let out a shrill yell of agony as the parts that made her male were compressed between the oddly solid foot of the monster and the hard ground. The inevitable moment came and the balls flattened out and popped with an audible squelch. Kuni, now free, returned to her female red body and curled up in horrible agony. The shapeless head of the water sprites now given form with the skull within turned to face Glysh and Morn. It repeated, with anger in its voice “Not a man?”

“Gods dammit. He's gone wild.” Glysh uttered as she began to spin the chain connected to the blade in her hand. “I'll try to figure this mess out, you kill that damned rapist squid”

The goblin circled around the water monster, who now disregarded the downed oni. The aquatic aberration reeled back an arm of clear liquid to strike. “Come on you undead fucker. I don't want to have to hurt ya, just calm down.” The glowing eyes of the skull looked at Glysh and it froze in place. It stayed still and seemed to move back before it suddenly yelled in frustration. The water monster threw its fist forward like a whip and smashed into the ground, narrowly missing the goblin rogue. As she dodged away she raked the blade across its arm, using a practice counter attack for such events. It pulled its wounded limb back and let out a howl of pain, the liquid body shuddering and struggling to maintain its form. The short greenskin could see that the body of water had a sort of skin and the cut she made was gushing out water like an open wound of a flesh and blood creature.

“This is something new.” Commented Glysh as she sidestepped a wild swing. She thought to herself that it seems the mind of the human and the sprites are all mixed up. And he has enough memory of pain to know that a cut should hurt. SheI still don't know how to stop him.

The water sprite body shifted much of its mass to one leg to stomp, almost flattened the little greenskin. She cussed. “Whatever you are, you're a huge pain in the ass!”

With that she saw that the backside of the monster took on a larger more defined form. Honestly for a moment she was jealous of how round that rump was. She then realized that the sprites must still be receiving requests for their shape. And if the male Kozor is in there he surely must know what the pain all men share. At the top of her lungs she shouted “Big fat swinging hyper sensitive testicles!”

By automatic response the beast drew in water and a set of dangling nuts formed between the legs of the beast. With a smirk she tossed her blade out, looking to slice the new berries. Kozor threw himself back to avoid the low blow. Seems he remembers to keep them safe. As he walked backwards he came to Kuni who managed to repress her now phantom pain. She gripped her battleax in both hands and held the blade flat. “Let's see how you like getting your nuts crushed!” She screamed as she swung the metallic weapon between her castrator's legs. A thunderous crash echoed out as steel met solid water. The round nuts became concave as they were flattened up to the beasts pelvis. It let out a howl of agony and clutched itself before melting and becoming a puddle of water and human bone.

Morn, still angered by the attempted penetration, took a furious sprint towards the head of the creeper. She swatted away and dodged attempts to grab at her again. The orc girl got close enough to the main body and lept on. The creature was smooth and slimy but she wrapped her arms around it and dug her nails in. The rape squid panicked and started to submerge itself to attempt an escape, but Morn wouldn't let it scutter away. She brought her mouth to the center of the monster's forehead and briefly gnawed around a few spots. The orc felt what seemed to be a lump and clamped down. She hoped this thing's brain was in a similar spot to the smaller octopi she dealt with before. The wounded beast spasmed and thrashed. She opened her mouth and forced more cephalopod gray matter in before biting down again as hard as she could. All at once the trashing stopped and the beast fell still, its limp tentacles splashing and crashing down all around the pool .

Kozor found the light of day filling his ghostly sight again. “Ow! My head is pounding. I don't know how but every part of me hurts.” He looked around and saw Morn emerge from a pool, followed swiftly by the limp body of the Creeper in the Water. “We killed it. What happened?” As if suddenly remembering he shouted “Is Kuni allright?”

The now red oni walked gingerly into the skull's view. “I'm fine, but the question is if you still wanna kill us.” She said as she hefted her ax with menace.

“I don't know what happened,” Kozor stated, his teeth clattering in alarm. “I projected my spirit into the water sprites. I wanted to see if i could possess them but I was weak, and they have so many minds. I was struggling but they are like water. They washed over me and mixed with my soul. Then everything was like a dream. I was controlling my body again and I was happy. I saw you and remembered what you said and got mad. Then all the little sprites shouted at me to hurt, hurt, kill, kill. I don't remember much after that.” He said, before groaning in pain “Except for a lot of pain.”

Kuni scoffed. “Well that's nice to hear. I gave as good as I got. Still, can we trust him?”

Morn walked up and gripped the human bone. She held it so they were facing each other, eye to hollow socket. “Did you mean to attack us?” 

Kozer did his best to meet her gaze. “I did not. I possessed the sprites to save Kuni and then to fight the Creeper. But it was my one mind against their many. It was too much for me. I apologize and take full responsibility for what happened. If you cannot trust me and leave me to my fate, I understand.” He said, a quiver of fear in his voice.

The orc kept them staring down for some time in dead silence. Then she shrugged and began to walk off with the bone head. “So dramatic. You're fine. I say he's still good. Let's get the hell out of here.” 

Glysh was surprised by the sudden turn around. “That easy?”

Morn kept her pace “He said he was sorry. And I can tell he feels terrible about it, he offered up something that terrified him as punishment. And we are to blame as well. Even if he is just bone he still has feelings and we did hurt his male pride. I think we can both reflect on this.” 

“He did castrate me.” Grumbled Kuni as she hefted her ax over her shoulder. 

Morn bent over to pick up her club. “And you castrated him in return.”

Kozor clattered his teeth as he spoke. “Thank you Morn, I do appreciate this. Again I am so sorry.”

“Oh I know you are.” She said and got a wicked grin. “And as soon as I find some good sap Im going to seal your mouth shut as punishment for as long as I see fit.”

Happily the skull stated “fair.”

The woman all commented to each other how smooth and clean they all felt, despite the life or death battle they had just been in. Kozor himself felt as though his bones were as white as they had ever been. As Morn walked off she held the bone in a relaxed grip, giving him a view of the water spirits as they recovered. They all gathered together and assumed their previous forms of hunky goblins or fairies. They all waved and beckoned for the wizard to return to them. The one most enthusiastically trying to get the undead man to return was the one he requested to be in the shape of the redhead. He had mixed feelings about this, enjoying the time he had a body to call his own, yet hating that it almost cost him his adventuring party. Kozor wished he had the ability to display emotions silently or gesture. In the end he settled on watching them as much as he was able, remembering the one flesh and blood redhead he could have had in a previous life.