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Deep within dug out caverns and tunnels made hospitable were rodent like men and women of all sizes, all working towards mutual survival. A small gathering of cloaked mice and rats equipped with crossbows and belts full of pouches and bags gathered just outside of the gate leading to the outside world, each of them standing at the ready, noble and stoic. An auburn furred mouse shorter than the rest had just managed to fall in line in time for the tall commanding rat at the front to spout out his piece, whiskers twitching as he assessed his troop, "Now then recruits. We're hunters, foragers, but we're also scouts. If you find something dangerous looking in our direction, shoot first and run, we'll figure it out later. Not that there are too many organized dangers in Vento Glen, just remember this will be each of your first times out and about so don't be afraid to come back if something serious happens. You've got flares, crossbows and you've been trained accordingly...I won't be out there in the field with you this time to hold your paws, so please again, come back safely." With that the white furred commander thumped his chest in a salute and stood aside as each of the rodent recruits made their way outside of the gate without even a squeak of a cheer, just silent determination as they took their maps marked with designated zones and headed into the outside world.

The group had just come out of the main cave and into the glen when they split up, one by one as they found their bearings until finally the only one left was the auburn furred mouse who was securing her green cloak and pouches. She took a breath and scratched at her neck before checking the map. She was supposed to head directly north near the edge of the glen where supposedly the most encounters with other races had been, what rotten luck.

Ticca had enlisted of her own accord to see the outside world for herself. She had only ever heard stories of the beasties and creatures out there as a child and though they haunted her dreams, she was fascinated. Kobolds who thought the rodents were easy targets because of their similar size, creatures both simply rabid and corrupted, mad wizards and witches themselves looking to take advantage of the obscure locale to hide from their kingdoms and more. Even with the fear she had been curious what was outside of the caverns and tunnels she called home and well, it was either this, or keeping with the family bakery. At the very least she seemed to profess at the mechanical aspect of things! Maintaining and essentially building her own crossbow was a load of fun. Taking a look at the map again she sighed and found her bearings before dragging her feet in the right direction, long tail flicking from side to side.

Around the area marked upon her map there were small lakes here and there alongside the crossroads that led to various settlements. Around the nearest lake Ticca saw a worthy prize and snack. A bush of berries bright red with flavorful bulbs. Certainly this was just a practice exercise to see if they could take orders and survey the land properly, but bringing back a prize would surely mean extra credit of sorts. Touching each of the berries she took one from the bush popping it into her mouth, wincing as she bit down. Certainly they weren't her type of berry, far too sweet for her taste buds, but perhaps her friends would appreciate it much more! Before she could begin picking though, she heard a rustling from behind and brought her crossbow up as she turned, ears twitching as she listened in. Behind her the forested area that she had come from obscured what was making that noise from beyond trees and shrubs. Stepping just a bit closer she could hear the snarling of a canine, a beast for sure looking to devour her. She remembered then what her brother had told her, of how rabid beasts stalked through the shadows of the forest looking for fresh meat from any source, how even a single bite could fester wounds and kill any rodent if the beast had been altered and corrupted. Letting her nerves take the best of her she fired off into the bushes with a squeak and there she heard the beast snarl accompanied by a string of curses from a masculine voice

Her ears folded back as she realized she had hit something sentient. Ticca practically hopped as she rushed to see the damage while shouting, stammering over her words, "A-are you all right there?"

From behind the tree and through the bushes she could see a large spotted beast doubled over and clutching at its thigh, a gnoll of all things! When she arrived it looked up at her before snapping at her, "All right? You skewered my leg for no good reason. Overgrown pest like kobolds."

Ticca was frozen now. She had just harmed an innocent, albeit a giant frightening gnoll, but still an innocent creature. He hadn't meant her harm, in fact he was probably just like her, hunting, foraging, or maybe even a new recruit of his own unit! It was at this point that she started breathing rapidly an act which was soon interrupted by the gnoll urging her, "Hey! Don't just stand here...help me get this thing out of my leg, I'm not here to harm you if that's what you're afraid of...even though you deserve it."

Ticca bounced and regained her breath with a gasp while fishing around her packs for bandages and a dark colored bottle. Thankfully her shot was sloppy and the bolt was a shallow hit, no bone, nothing major and her bolts weren't barbed so removal was easy enough. Once it was out of his thigh she brought the bottle over his wound, popping the cork as she spoke quickly, "This may sting." Before the gnoll could protest he cursed and clawed at the grass as deep blue liquid splashed and fizzled audibly on to his wound, bubbling and eating away at both blood and dirt.

As she bit to cut a length of bandage she muttered, "Thanks to the tonic the wound should be closing that much quicker and wrapping it up should keep it from bleeding any more than it has to." Once she was finished she sighed and realized that she had just treated a gnoll of all things and one that was probably very cross with her. He was sitting up now, eyes staring at her, body motionless. She had no idea what to make of it. She had heard the gnolls were violent and volatile creatures and yet here she was on her knees before one, her paws on his leg, her eyes just now noting the long spear at his side that he could easily skewer her with.

Clearing her throat she decided to break the silence, "Uh...I'm sorry...my name is Ticca, a recruit scout and forager uh...and I...got scared when I heard r-rustling behind me and really that doesn't excuse anything but."

The gnoll opened his mouth to speak, but already she was on to her next ramble, "I mean, thankfully I went for non-barbed bolts and nothing too terrible happened, but still this is horrible! I'm so sorry!"

The gnoll spoke up, eyes closed and hand reaching to touch her head gently to silence the worried mouse, "My name is Grark...and of course I'm angry, but you don't seem like you did it on purpose, just a bit fresh. I hunt for my tribe..." originally he had been planning to chew the skittish mouse out verbally, but he couldn't be angry at such a tiny thing for long.

Ticca's eyes were bright and wide. Already she had so many questions for him. If he really was someone out in the glen at all times then perhaps she could learn a thing or two from him, especially since he seemed so calm in the face of well, in the face of a stranger hitting his leg with a bolt. Before she could ask anything, she heard shrill avian cries off in the distance. Collecting her crossbow she loaded a bolt as quickly as she could manage and aimed to the skies just as she saw a large beast cloaked in black feathers with red eyes and a sharp beak. As it dive-bombed Ticca froze, her digits unable to pull the trigger before she suddenly squeaked, yanked away by the cloak and nearly choking as she was pulled into a hopping sprint.

Grark led them through the trees, pulling her along when she either slowed down or looked behind herself. She could hear that the beast landed, unable to fly through the expanse of trees, but stalking them now with talons upon dirt. Grark turned once his ears heard the great avian landing, turning to grip at his spear only to realize he had left it behind. Either way he was in no shape to fight, even that short sprint had his leg screaming for relief and he was certain he felt the wound trickling with fresh blood. As the large avian got closer Ticca fired a bolt that sunk in its chest, its four eyes widening before it screeched and continued on. Just from the terrible noise Ticca was frozen again her eyes wide as it approached. She then felt strong hands grip on to her shoulders, the gnoll was on his knees muzzle near her ear, odd warmth spreading through her body as she felt his breath whisper against her ears, "You're low enough that you can take the killing shot. These beasts are weak around the throat...it'll be missing some feathers, really easy to spot if you have the eye..."

Ticca gulped and again her hands began to move, quickly she adjusted her aim and found that spot he was talking about, again she nearly froze as the beast screeched lumbering towards them, but this time she fired with a squeak, forcing herself into action. The beast let out a gurgling squawk, turning and shaking its head while turning tail, fumbling and falling before fleeing, hopefully to die somewhere.

Ticca felt her entire body fall as she collapsed on to her knees, a deep sigh coming on before she was suddenly jolted by a heavy slap to the back accompanied by a snarling laugh, "Good work! You're not so useless. Maybe with a bit of work you'll be a great benefit to your people..."

Looking up at the gnoll the young hopping mouse sighed and rubbed at the back of her head, "Really...I hope you're right, but uh. I should be getting home as...as soon as I can shake this fear off and move again."

Grark gave Ticca's shoulder a squeeze, "Home is a good idea...tomorrow I'll be by the lakes again if you want another lesson, and to properly bring me tribute for my sore thigh."

Ticca's cheeks flared, her fur frizzing. She indeed had forgotten about shooting him in the thigh and the fact that he had pulled her through the forest on an injured leg. Before she could speak to defend herself he was already walking away, a small limp in his step. She was confident he would be able to take care of himself, but still, she'd have to find him again to properly apologize, maybe with some sweets from back home, though she wasn't sure if his kind favored sweets, in fact she wasn't sure what the gnoll would like at all. With a sigh she got up on wobbling legs, nearly tripping as she picked herself up and decided it was time to go home, make her report, and possibly pass out.

Ticca had arrived last of her friends. The commander had in fact almost called an emergency search when they had heard the terrible screeching coming from her designated zone. She had reported her encounter with the gnoll and her eventual encounter with the great avian, an encounter that had most giving her praise, of course with jeers for accidently crippling a friendly.

Rather than return to the barracks for a good rest, she headed back to her home in the deeper parts of the underground village, finding herself at the bakery her family owned. Brothers, sisters, and her parents crushed her with affection, quite literally, and as they hugged her and asked far too many questions for her to answer. In the end she only had a small conversation with her family about her first time out and instead told them she needed something sweet to make up for an accident between friends. Of course her parents teased that perhaps she had finally found a man, but she paid them no mind. At the back of her thoughts though, she was perhaps thinking that Grark would make a good man to have around. Strong, dependable, and able to teach her so much, of course she meant in the field but she couldn't help but fantasize just a bit. Despite the size difference it could be a fun adventure. She was taken out of her fantasizing when her mother had presented her with a neat little basket full of jam filled treats. Of course her family were asking her to stay for the day, but she knew she'd get little rest among her excitable family and so she made an excuse to get herself back to the barracks and in her own cot, falling asleep while reminding herself to see her commanding officer tomorrow about heading out again.

The next day was bright and sunny on the outside. Ticca seemed much more relaxed now that she was outside. Taking out a general map of the area she touched the area she had been yesterday and smiled, folding away the map before heading on out. It wasn't long before she was back where she had been yesterday, but this time when she saw her friend she didn't fire at him, she only waved. The gnoll was taking a drink from the lake when she saw him. Grark stood once she approached, grunting as he did so, eyes following the basket she held and then offered to him. He took the basket, eyes still wary before she spoke, "Jam, they're dough treats filled with berry jam, a bit too sweet for me, but everyone seems to like them and well, I figured you'd like one too. I ah was on leave today so I don't have much to do, but...I'm sure that you probably just wanted your tribute and extra apology, which I am very sorry for shooting you--"

She became silent when she saw the gnoll scoop a treat from the basket into his maw, chewing gratefully before swallowing and grunting with a pleased rumble, "Hrm...sweet...very nice...hrm, I didn't think you'd actually come, perhaps you expected something?"

Ticca squeaked arms crossed and fur frizzed "I didn't expect anything! I was only here to apologize and well, pay tribute."

Grark snorted before sitting by the lake, stuffing another treat into his maw, "Well, you're up to my thigh...that would be tough to pull off."

Ticca felt her cheeks burning, "Why are you bringing up height difference between us?"

Grark grinned and teased, "I didn't mean anything by it little one..."

Ticca took a breath to calm herself ears and tail twitching like mad, "No just...I'm just...I'm just very thankful for what you did yesterday...even if it was small, you let me handle the situation well...with a bit of a push. I admire you certainly."

Grark waved her off, "We would have both been dead if not for your final actions. You took the shot. Besides, I only nudged you, not pushed. Now I wonder though, do you understand what I meant by tribute?"

Ticca blinked, "I...I thought you meant a gift..."

Grark snorted, "It is a common tease. If you are truly sorry....come give me tribute, as in, come worship me."

Ticca tilted her head, unsure of what he meant really until she followed his digit rest upon his loin cloth, tugging at it lightly. This time she was truly flustered, her fur frizzing just that bit more. Did he consider her attractive enough to make that kind of tease? Did he really want that? Was it perhaps just a silly joke? Regardless she found herself unsure of what to think. Perhaps though, perhaps it was proper, perhaps it was his kind's way of repaying favors done on to one another. Then again he said it had been a tease, but she was so confused she wasn't sure what to think. Nervously she made her way between his legs, getting upon her knees as she looked down at his loin cloth. It was only fair. She had harmed, she had made a mistake, and not only that, it would be indulging in her odd fantasy that she had been thinking of yesterday.

The gnoll raised a brow, silent for a moment. He didn't mind taking advantage of a naive girl, even one so sweet, at the same time if she chose to mate with him he wouldn't betray her trust. Testing her he moved aside his loin cloth to reveal his fuzzy sheath, red tip of his cock showing. Grark noticed her blue eyes widen, her paws clutching at the fur upon his leg before they moved to shakily grip at his sheath. She wasn't sure what to do next, not that she wasn't experienced, but that she was so nervous! Suddenly a strong hand urged the back of her head closer to his sheath, her lips touching at the red tip now. Getting the message she let her tongue flick out against the red tip of his cock, watching as that red member rises from the sheath, slowly coming free, her eyes half-lidded now as she worked to lick from the very tip down to the knot, her head being pushed further until she was at his balls. With a squeak she obliged, tongue lapping between those balls again and again before she gave each orb a soft kiss, tongue dragging lower and lower until she was under those balls, nose twitching as she caught his strong scent, her tongue moving back and away as she leaned back to look over the gnoll.

His cock was fully erect now, twitching and huge, something much larger than she had ever seen or handled. Breathing out she got up to get her cloak and belt off, not wanting to get dirty. Even as she stripped she could practically feel the gnoll's hunger from the way he was staring at her, that hunger fueling a deep fire within her own body. Rather than return to licking and stroking at his cock with her mouth and hands, Ticca sat in front of him, raising her lower half to grip at his cock with both of her feet, a coy look on her face as she stared up at the gnoll who seemed just a bit confused. With her toes she squeezed gently at his cock, stroking down, careful not to claw his sensitive flesh as she worked. She giggled as Grark got into her little game, thrusting to her soft soles, his hands gripping at her legs, his tongue flicking out to lick at his chops as he watched her, those eyes of his still making her feel so vulnerable and nervous. She could have played with him for quite some time, but instead he broke free of her hold and moved over her with a snarl, her heart nearly stopping as their eyes met for a moment. With a fang filled grin he slowly moved further over her, his cock sliding against her sensitive slit causing her to shiver, dragging up all the way to her lips both her hands moving to grip on the thick shaft, her mouth opening slowly even though she knew he could very well choke her with this monstrous thing.

Grark pushed into her mouth slowly, savoring the feeling of her tongue upon his cock, the tightness of her mouth as he stuffed himself in, panting a bit as he began working himself against her tongue. Already he felt so close from the mouse's teasing, her footwork and the situation itself. Never did he think she would actually devolve into such a slut, such a whore and with every similar thought he thrust to her mouth, hearing her gag around his cock as he managed to stuff at least half of it inside of her. Growling he began working his hips, pumping his thick cock in and out of her mouth, letting her gasp out for air occasionally before plunging back in firmly, suddenly pulling free again, his twitching cock pouring out hot thick liquid all over her tongue, a great amount of the stuff falling on her face and chest.

When the torrent finished and Ticca swallowed what she could she gasped for air, her heart pounding and her mind hazy. She figured at least that him having such a strong orgasm would slow him down for a bit least, but her legs were suddenly spread far apart and she found herself staring at a fully erect gnoll with a grin, tip of his cock poised to enter her. Closing her eyes, her ears folded back she expected the worst, but instead he leaned in to lick at her snout and lips her eyes blinking open just as her mouth was captured by his, her eyes growing wide before becoming half lidded as he entered her slowly, almost lovingly, her toes curling.

Ticca gasped to his mouth, her body arching, her paws gripping at the fur of his arms, tugging as he entered her, slipping that thick thing deeper and deeper inside of her tight pussy. Occasionally he paused, letting her rest, their mouth's constantly connected, small mouse tongue meeting the gnoll's strong tongue. Once her breaks were over Grark continued to push inside of her, stuffing more and more of that thick thing until finally he was nearly fully inside of her. At this point Ticca's body was twitching, shivering and her insides felt so tight. She felt a great mounting of her pleasure gathering, her toes curling from the sensation as she groaned out. It was then that Grark began moving his hips back and forth, pulling out slowly before thrusting in firmly, giving her body a jolt with a single push causing her to yelp and squeak her insides only tightening more as he did so. Soon enough he fell into a regular rhythm, thrusting to her again and again, growling as he did so, his strong arms wrapping around her to pull her close, her hands gripping on to his chest now as she moaned and squealed feeling her orgasm come on strong. Before she was allowed to rest though, the gnoll above her began thrusting in firmly, his knot kissing at her entrance again and again, but rather than push himself all the way in, he pulled out just enough so he could stroke his cock, letting out a thick load of his semen inside of her regardless of the implied risk. Ropes of his seed splattering inside of her, painting her inner walls and filling her with such warmth. Once he finished he brought his cock out of her, breathing out, staring down at his conquest with a grin.

Ticca was panting, her hands trying to slowly push her up so she could see him. She couldn't speak so instead she settled for lying back down and huffing, her foot moving up to brush against his cock as he leaned over to kiss at her neck and chest. She had been thoroughly ravaged by a beast far outside of her village. Really she had signed up for the best job, never could she have found this sort of carnal pleasure being a baker, or a miner for that manner. Hopefully Grark would teach her more than just sex.

The lake nearby made for an easy cleanup to hide the scent and stains. Ticca couldn't hide the small missteps taken from a sore crotch and legs which would certainly earn her some teasing. Grark was sweet though, during their bath he had held her in his lap, his head resting on hers. He had even occasionally asked quietly if she was okay. Truthfully she was better than okay, although the slight anxiety from the fact that he hadn't pulled out was there, along with the worry that her kind may take offense to her mating with a gnoll of all things, but that wasn't important at the moment. What was important was the fact that she had found herself a companion who could teach her a lot about the glen, and well, he could also stuff her like no other. Saying their goodbyes she made her way back home with awkward steps hoping she would see her friend in the glen again.