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A Warriors Tale

Part One: Ambush

Dance and Mindora are copyright to Gabriel Logan http://groups.yahoo.com/group/GabeWorks/

Warning: Okay standard stuff here, please make sure that you are over 18 or 21 or whatever age it is where you live that is legal to view this kind of stuff. This story contains sexual scenes etc so read on at your own risk and don't complain to me if you find it offensive ;)

The jungle was a noisy place, the silence continually broken by the cries of birds and other wild animals, the sounds echoing through the sea of greenery. Between the cries of the animals and the buzzing of insects there were long pauses broken by the rustling of leaves and trees that would keep the average fur constantly looking over their shoulder. It was well known that the jungle was inhabited by a great many fell beasts, none traveled through it alone save the brave or foolhardy, and yet it never failed to draw furs in, tales of riches possessed by the beasts that dwelt there had swamped the common sense of many an adventurer. The lucky or successful ones returned with armfuls of fabulous riches that only served to heighten the flow of impressionable adventurers that passed through the nearby town of Ostenburgh, the fact that most of the budding adventurers never returned from the jungle did nothing to deter their enthusiasm.

One such individual crept through the jungle down, though unlike most who foolishly ventured past the green boundaries she knew her business, she had been questing since her early teens and had dispatched more fiends than she cared to remember. She moved quickly through the jungle her passing went unnoticed as she made no sound and only the barest ripple in the surrounding foliage as she pressed on. Her triangular ears swiveled slightly as she listened to the sounds surrounding her, confident that there was no threat she pushed on.

She stood at an average 5'9 in height, her head crowned by a magnificent crop of hair, pink in colour and tied back in a ponytail, the canine muzzle and bushy tail identified her as a vixen as did the red of her fur and the socks that covered her hands and feet. Her large bosom strained at a bra of toughened leather that held them securely in place, she wore little else save a long loincloth that swayed lightly between her legs preserving her modesty. The vixen was named Dance and she gasped a pair of swords tightly, one in each hand, a Katana and its paired Wakizashi as she slipped through the green sea of the jungle, making not a sound as she headed for her goal. Dance did not normally venture into the jungle alone but this time she had no choice, a messenger had found her in the town and told her that Mindora, her dearest friend had been captured and had been dragged deep into the Jungle.

Pausing only to question the messenger for what he knew about who had taken Mindora and where they had taken her the vixen rushed off into the jungle not knowing that Mindora walked into her room mere minutes later. The cause of this misinformation was not far behind the Vixen, a seven foot mass of black fur swept through the jungle in pursuit of the warrior fox; two huge horns crested the top of his head and a pair of angry red eyes glared out from a huge bovine face. The Minotaur's name was Medros and though he moved through the jungle as quietly as Dance he could not match the lighter Vixen's pace and doggedly followed her passage instead.

Medros had a score to settle with Dance, the Minotaur's hands tightening around the handle of the huge two handed axe he carried as he remembered their first fateful meeting. Medros had spied the busty Vixen in one of Ostenburgh's many taverns, the merest sight of her stirred his lusts and he decided then and there that she would be his. With this thought in mind he had wandered up to the bar next to her introduced himself and boasted of his many achievements to her but to his annoyance she had merely nodded once and returned her attention to her drink.

Medros had snorted in annoyance and leaning forwards had whispered several crude ideas to her, Dance's response had been quick and to the point, the blade of her Wakizashi at the fur of his throat before he could blink and she quite calmly stated that she wanted nothing to do with him. Medros had narrowed his eyes one massive hand grabbing her wrist before she could press the blade home; the Minotaur had dragged her from her seat, and before the Vixen could react pressed his lips to her in a forceful kiss. Dance had wilted slightly under that forced kiss and Medros had inwardly smirked, confident that he had the better of her, this lofty ideal was quickly shattered as the fox thrust her right leg up, her knee crashing into his testicles with astonishing force and the Minotaur quickly released her slumping to his knees and clutching at himself.

The Minotaur growled loudly as his thoughts cam back to the present barely resisting the urge to slash at the foliage in anger, the whole bar had laughed at him as Dance had calmly gone back to her drink leaving Medros' friends to drag him away. Medros had planned this carefully, he'd spent a long time observing Dance's movements and had noted with interest the relationship she had with a Snake whose name he later learned was Mindora. Mindora was even more busty than Dance was, but the snake moved with all the grace of a cat light on her feet and those who mistook her bouncy appearance for weakness were often sorely mistaken. He had patiently waited until the time was right before he sent one of his two cronies, a Weasel named Frink, Medros' contact in the Messengers Guild to the house that Dance shared with Mindora. He did not have long to wait as Dance quickly emerged from the house and set off at a run towards the Jungle.

He took one hand from his axe and lightly patted a small potion bottle that hung from the large belt that held up a pair of ragged trousers and smiled. His other minion the Tiger Bowen had provided him with this, the feline had grinned at him as he explained the effects it would have on Dance once she drank it. Medros licked his lips in anticipation as he saw that he was quickly approaching the area that Frink directed Dance to, it would soon be time to take his revenge, the potion would see to that, and Frink would make sure that Mindora would not be able to come to her friends rescue in time.

Back in Ostenburgh Mindora was indeed getting worried, she had left the house for no more than 10 minutes and when she had returned Dance was nowhere to be seen. Ordinarily this would not have troubled the Snake but it had been a good two hours since the Vixen had disappeared and she had left no note or sign to tell Mindora where she might have gone. The Snake frowned deeply, pacing the length of the living room as she ran a list of possibilities through her mind; she had already checked the taverns that she and Dance frequented. None of them had seen the Vixen that day, the only answer she had gotten to her questions was that Dance had left the town in a hurry, though none knew where she was heading for the town had many gates and she could have easily slipped out through any one of them. Mindora forced herself to stop pacing, told herself that she was fretting over nothing but the thoughts would not go away they lingered in her mind filing her with a sense of apprehension and dread. Dance was in danger of that she was sure, and she was in no position to help her.

Mindora was not the only one whose thoughts were on Dance, across the street two figures were seated in a tavern, four eyes were looking through the window at the house that Mindora and Dance shared. The eyes belonged to a hulking Tiger and a lean Weasel, both watching the house for several moments before they returned to their drinks. The Weasel was notably nervous, his paws toying with the half empty glass in front of him. He was dressed in a pair of brown troos and shunned footwear, preferring to go barefoot whenever he could. A brown jerkin hung loosely from his upper body revealing the dark brown of his fur beneath, a tabard of white with a red dove emblazoned on the front identified him as a member of the Messenger's Guild. The Weasel cast another quick glance towards the house before his paws continued to toy with the glass; he froze as the Tiger opposite him growled slightly the sound making him reflexively reach for his dagger as he looked up at his huge counterpart.

"For the last time Frink calm down." The Tiger growled. "Medros gave us strict instructions, and you are going to carry them out."

"But Bowen..." The Weasel whined in a thin reedy voice. "What if she doesn't believe me? What if she knows that we sent that Vixen on a wild goose chase? What if..."

Frink's words died in his throat as the Tiger glared at him, the feline was 6'8 of predatory muscle, he was dressed only in a pair of black trousers and matching boots forgoing any type of shirt. A large broadsword was strapped to his back, the baldric looping around his powerful chest, the weapon was imposing enough but it was the eyes that pinned the Weasel to the table, ice blue with a cold stare to match. Bowen casually lifted one massive paw gazing at it for a moment before he unsheathed his claws. Frink gulped audibly as the Tiger turned his gaze back to him and spoke quietly.

"You'd rather take your chances with me?"

The Weasel forced a smile and shook his head; he knew he was standing on the edge of a razor, as Bowen's mood swings were frequent and unpredictable.

"No..." Frink managed to say and Bowen smiled, lowering his paw but not retracting his claws. The Tiger's other hand slipped into the pocket of his trousers and withdrew an archaic timepiece from it, his eyes flipped down as he read the time before he returned the watch to its resting place.

"Just as well. For its time for you to do your duty Messenger." Bowen said with a smirk.

Frink nodded slowly, quickly gulping down the rest of his drink the Weasel stood and exited the tavern feeling the Tiger's eyes on him as he walked across the road and over to the house. He muttered several unflattering things under his breath now that he was out of Bowen's earshot before drawing himself up and knocking firmly on the door, the Weasel forced down his unease plastering a serious look on his face.

He was totally unprepared for the sight that greeted him.

Mindora opened the door and looked down at the shorter Weasel, the messenger looked as if he was about to speak but instead his jaw dropped as he laid eyes on the Snake for the first time. Mindora was clad in a blood red one piece outfit, two straps at the shoulders held the costume in place, the snakes breasts were huge and Frink stammered a few words of nonsense as he stared at the gravity defying orbs as they strained at the dress. The costume ended in a long loincloth covering her modesty while leaving her legs free to move as they desired, a pair of short white socks and some sandals capped off her attire the snakes right foot tapping impatiently.

Frink looked up hurriedly forcing himself to focus on her face as her deep green eyes bored into him, the snake looking impatiently at him.

"If you've finished your inspection perhaps you'll tell me what you want." She said quietly.

Frink nodded his head quickly and licked lips that were suddenly dry.

"You are a friend of Dance?" He began and let out a yelp as the Snake grabbed the front of his tabard, pulling him inside the house and slamming him against a wall, baring her fangs at the frightened Weasel.

"Where is she?" Mindora hissed tightening her grip on the squirming Frink as he stared wide eyed at the sharp ivory of her fangs.

"Wait! Wait!" Frink shouted desperately. "She was taken! Ambushed and taken to the Eastern Caves!" The words poured out of the panicking Weasel's mouth but their meaning got through to Mindora as the Snake suddenly released him.

"The Demon caves..." She said, her voice thick with contempt as she glared at the messenger her piercing stare made the Weasel shake on the spot before she turned on her heel and ran from the house towards the East Gate and the caves that lay beyond.

Frink shook his head and slowly walked back to the tavern sinking back into his chair and looking up at Bowen wearily.

"Well she knows and she just left for the caves. What do we do now?"

The Tiger drained his tankard with a single gulp and stood up.

"We follow her, and make sure she is taken care of."

Frink whined and reluctantly stood up following the Tiger as they headed at a leisurely pace to the East Gate. "I hope Medros appreciates the trouble I've gone to...that Vixen had better be worth it..." The Weasel muttered as he fell into step beside the Tiger.

Deep in the depths of the jungle Dance halted suddenly, the Vixen's ears flicking slightly as she listened to the sounds of the jungle that surrounded her. Ahead the jungle began to give way to a clearing, a tall stone monolith rose up in the center of the clearing just as the Weasel messenger had told her and the Vixen slowly crept from the jungle knowing that Mindora had to be somewhere close by. She slowly crept towards the monolith her paws treading silently across the long grass and leaf litter of the clearing, pausing before the stone Dance gazed at its surface curiously. The surface of the stone was covered with writing most of which had been worn away by constant exposure to the elements the few words that were legible made no sense to her. The script was runic in appearance and Dance was forced to blink as staring at the symbols for too long made her eyes ache.

Distracted as she was the Vixen did not sense anyone behind her until the very last second, Dance dived to her left as the head of a huge axe crunched into the crumbling stone of the monolith. The Vixen quickly rolled as she struck the ground and sprang back up to her feet seeing her opponent for the first time as the Minotaur dragged his axe from the stone and turned towards her a leering grin splitting his face as he watched her.

"Remember me cutie?"

Dance fell into a combat stance her Katana and Wakizashi poised and ready to strike at a moments notice never taking her eyes off of her huge opponent.

"Where's Mindora." She said quietly standing her ground as Medros slowly advanced on her.

"Oh the Snake? She's not here, though she is in trouble or will be soon at least." Medros snickered his axe flicking out to test the Vixen's defenses, Dance merely took a step backwards, the blade of her Katana swatting away the light stroke of the axe as her eyes narrowed.

"What have you done with her?"

"Done with her?" The Minotaur smirked. "Oh we haven't done anything except direct her to the caves in the East...." He laughed as he saw Dance's eyes widen slightly. "That's right, the demon caves. She may be a good fighter but she will never return from those caves, he demons are too many, so you see my dear Vixen. It's just you and me, and there's nobody here to save you."

Dance growled at Medros' sheer arrogance and without any warning leapt forward on the attack her Katana flashing up towards the Minotaur's head, though the attack was fast the Minotaur was ready for it his axe in place to block the blow, the Vixen's blade ringing from the haft of his axe. Even as this attack was defeated Dance's left hand flashed up swinging the Wakizashi in a savage disemboweling stroke, this time Medros was to slow. Though the haft of the axe blocked most of the force the tip still opened a thin cut along the fur of the Minotaur's belly. Medros jumped back with a grunt of pain one hand pressing against the shallow wound feeling his own blood seeping into the black of his fur.

"Bitch." He snarled at the Vixen and rushed forwards his axe flashing out in a decapitating sweep, the Minotaur's lusts temporarily forgotten as his rage got the better of him. Dance was quick to duck under the huge axe her own blades flicking out once again at her gigantic opponent, again and again her swords struck, opening a score of bloody cuts on the Minotaur's black hide. Quick as she was Dance could not get past the Minotaur's defense, her swords only breaking the skin, unable to sink any deeper and every cut only served to enrage the Minotaur further.

Medros continued his berserk attacks against the Vixen his anger giving him fresh strength as the combat wore on while Dance slowly began to tire under the Minotaur's relentless assault. Dance just barely blocked a sweep of the axe in the split second before her swords could come back up the Minotaur backhanded her savagely across the muzzle. The Vixen's head snapped to one side and she staggered backwards almost6 felled by the power of the blow, Medros roared in triumph and swung his axe in a huge arc aiming to cut his opponent in half at the waist. Dance's swords flashed up against the huge head of the axe, stopping the blade from reaching her skin but the sheer force of the blow drove her backwards slamming her into the crumbling stone of the monolith.

The Vixen let out a groan of pain as she smashed backfirst into the stone, swords dropping from suddenly numb paws and the last thing she saw was the Minotaur's leering face before one huge hand smashed her head against the unyielding stone and darkness took her.

Medros snorted as he looked down at his fallen opponent, a cruel grin splitting his muzzle as he planted his axe hilt first in the ground and advanced on the helpless Vixen. The Minotaur picked up her weapons casting them away from her prone form before he focused on the task at hand, grinning ever wider as his hands closed around the leather bra that covered the Vixen's chest. One brutal tug was all that was needed and the leather snapped as easily as twine, Dance's large breasts bouncing lightly as they were freed from their confinement. Medros gripped those large orbs in his firm hands kneading them eagerly as his eyes greedily drank in the sight, the action dragging a very soft moan from the Vixen in her enforced slumber. Dragging one hand away from the vixen's more than ample chest Medros quickly ripped away her loincloth, tossing the ragged remnants of Dance's clothing away his massive hands explored the Vixen as she lay helpless against the monolith.

The Minotaur had to forcibly drag his hands away from the Vixen's impressive bust, his hungry eyes devouring every inch of her naked body before he stood up slowly, loosening his belt and letting his trousers drop to the ground. Medros stepped out of the puddle of material bending down to retrieve the potion bottle from his belt, he held it up with a smirk his long bovine cock already hard and throbbing with anticipation as she crouched over the unconscious vixen opening her mouth and pouring half of the bottles contents into her muzzle. Medros recapped the bottle and set the rest aside for later use one large hand holding the Vixens muzzle closed and massaging her throat forcing her to swallow the potion.

The effects were instantaneous as Dance's eyes shot open her body jerking underneath the Minotaur, a strangled cry escaping her as the fiery liquid surged through her body. Medros kept a tight hold on the Vixen watching her closely as the potion quickly did its work one large finger still probing between Dance's legs stimulating her deliberately as the liquid quickly began to fan the flames of her arousal into an inferno. Dance reeled against the stone as her enforced lust swamped her senses, the Vixen moaned softly pushing herself further down on Medros' large finger her body screaming fro release as her arousal continued to rise until it was almost unbearable.

Medros grinned as the Vixen squirmed beneath him gratified that the potion was as potent as Bowen had promised, he shoved his index finger deeper into dance's spasming pussy all the way up to the last knuckle dragging another lustful moan from her as her insides squeezed the digit tightly. The Minotaur finally released his hold on the desperate Vixen withdrawing his finger from her and grinning as she whined flipping her over onto her front. Medros' large hands grabbed Dance's hips and dragged her up to her hands and knees the tip of his huge shaft pressed against the lips of her sex and the Minotaur had to grip the Vixen tightly to stop herself from thrusting back onto his length before he was ready.

"Not so high and mighty now are we slut?" He lowed at the panting figure in front of him, his hands tightening around her hips as he thrust himself forwards burying the entirety of his 14" shaft into Dance's squirming body.

Dance's back arched as the Minotaur's huge length thrust into her stretching her wide, the sheer feeling of being filled made the Vixen scream with pleasure her body shuddering as she orgasmed hard around Medros' thick cock. Medros grunted as he felt the Vixen's inner muscles milking his cock hard as she shuddered in front of him, the Minotaur drew his hips back swiftly, sliding fully half his length out of Dance's hot pussy before driving it back in with one mighty thrust of his hips. Dance eagerly pushed back at her aggressor the potion roaring through her body pure lust overtaking her as the potion did its work. Her heart rate and breathing increased dramatically, her body responding to her needs as she planted her hands and knees firmly on the ground her entire body rocking from the sheer power of the Minotaur's' thrusts, her large breasts swinging underneath her with every thrust Medros took.

Medros shuddered as he thrust into the willing body in front of him, as Bowen had promised the potion had made the Vixen completely insatiable and he grinned as she shook once again as the pleasure of the forced mating dragged another hard orgasm from her. The Minotaur's hips thrust back and forth his pace quickly increasing as the Vixen's sex gripped him tightly finding a rhythm with him as her hot juices soaking the fur of her thighs and covering his swaying balls. Medros leaned forwards groaning loudly as Dance pushed back to meet him yet again, one hand moving down to support his body weight as the other moved underneath the insatiable Vixen gripping her swaying left breast and starting to knead it roughly drawing yet another moan from Dance as she bucked underneath him, her arms and legs trembling as she struggled to hold up the heavy weight of the Minotaur as his hips jack hammered his hard cock in and out of her.

Medros gritted his blunt teeth as he felt the pleasure rising up inside of him already, his huge balls tightening up to the base of his shaft as his thrusts grew faster and harder, the Minotaur grunting and panting as he worked himself in and out of the Vixen beneath him. Finally he could hold it back no longer and the gates were opened, he hilted his huge cock inside Dance's squirming body roaring as his hard cock throbbed deep inside her, the Vixen arching beneath him once again as she felt his hot cum explode inside her filling her up and setting off a third orgasm that racked her body once again, her eager sex milking Medros' hard cock for all the cum it could produce.

The moans and cries of the two echoed around the clearing and the surrounding jungle, the noises startled some of the more cautious wildlife that exploded from their hiding places in a flurry of motion. They also caught the attention of something far less cautious and much more dangerous, the creature stirred from its slumber its many limbs unfolding as it roused itself and started to drag its bulk towards the clearing.

In the clearing Medros finally pulled himself out of Dance excess cum gushing from her hot pussy as he sat back on his haunches snorting and grinning as the vixen turned over shivering slightly one hand moving down between her legs starting to rub over her cum covered sex her body continually desperate for release from the potion he had forced down her throat. Medros grinned a little wider as he watched the vixen begin to play with herself before he reached out and grabbed a handful of her hair, dragging her gaze back up and focusing it on his still rampant cock. In her lust crazed state Dance needed no further encouragement, the Vixen diving forwards and wrapping her lips around the head of the Minotaur's cock stretching her muzzle around the huge member as she began to eagerly suck their combined juices from the head.

Medros leaned back against the stone of the monolith groaning loudly a smug grin on his face, resting his head against the stone as the Vixen devoured his cock, hungrily cleaning him off for the taste of their combined pleasure. Dance's muzzle slowly slipped further and further down his stiff pole lapping away the cum and starting to bob her head eagerly, her hands coming up and fondling his large balls, still heavy with his cum. The Minotaur smirked, he had been one of his villages top breeders back in his younger days and rested assured that the Vixen's humiliation would continue for some time, she was desperate for his cum and he was not going to run out anytime soon.

Dance closed her eyes and mmmphed around the huge cock that filled her mouth, her bobbing muzzle slowly taking in more and more, inch by inch until the broad tip pressed at the entrance of her throat. Controlling her gag reflex she slowly forced the hard dick down her throat, more and more sliding into that hot muzzle until finally her nose began to bump against Medros' belly fur, her warm breath blasting over his balls as her hands squeezed them lightly. Medros shuddered and let out a low rumbling moan of contentment, one large hand coming down to rest lightly on Dances bobbing head, urging her on as she took every inch of his meat into her eager mouth and throat. The Vixen worked the hard pole expertly and ceaselessly in and out of her muzzle, her hot sucking mouth and the warm wetness of her throat working in conjunction squeezing and slurping on the entirety of Medros' length in her eagerness to be rewarded with his cum once again.

The Minotaur shuddered with pleasure at the Vixen's expert attentions, his eyes firmly closed as he savored the feeling of Dance's hot muzzle engulfing his hard length, his balls quickly beginning to tighten back up against the base of his cock. Feeling Medros' balls churn beneath her fingers Dance redoubled her efforts her tongue rubbing along the underside of the Minotaur's hard length before she slowly pulled his length from her throat leaving only the head of his cock in her mouth as her tongue slurped over the broad glans eagerly. The final touch of her tongue finally proved to be too much for the Minotaur to handle, both hands grasping the Vixen's head forcing a good six inches of his hot meat into her muzzle as he exploded once again, filling her muzzle with hot cum as the first wad spat from the tip of his length.

Dance greedily gulped down the hot liquid as it filled her throat, to her lust crazed mind it tasted like the finest ambrosia and she shuddered with pleasure as it slid down her throat and began to fill her belly with its hot sticky warmth. Medros groaned loudly as his cock jerked in the Vixen's mouth, it spat four more wads of hot cum filling the Vixens muzzle each time, and each time it was greedily gulped down. Finally Medros slumped back against the monolith opening his eyes and stroking the Vixen's head lightly, smirking as she continued to gently suckle and lick him, keeping him hard as her hands continued to caress and stroke his balls.

The creature wound its way towards the clearing, the smell of the Minotaur's cum and the Vixen's juices merely spurring it on as it dragged itself hurriedly towards the clearing finally sensing the presence of its prey. The creature adopted a more careful approach now creeping though the jungle fringe until it could approach from behind the two prey animals before starting to slowly stalk them, long tentacled limbs holding the bulky body off of the ground as it began to slowly and quietly "walk" towards its victims.

Unaware of the approaching creature Medros pushed himself back up to his feet, standing away from the monolith and gripping Dance by the hair dragged her up to her knees, his hard cock bobbing ion front of her muzzle once again. Unbeknownst to Medros the potion was already beginning to wear off; coherent thought was starting to return to Dance's lust addled mind, enough coherence to see the creature that was creeping up on them. A thrill of fear coursed through the Vixen's body at the sight of the creature but with it came a solution to her current problem.

Dance quickly rose up on her knees wrapping her large soft breasts around the Minotaur's hard shaft, though the enforced lust was still raging strongly inside her she inwardly grimaced with distaste at what she was doing, at what she had already done to her erstwhile rapist. She lowered her muzzle and began to lap and suckle at the head of the Minotaur's cock as she let her body start to slowly move up and down, rubbing his hard dick between the hot furry globes of her breasts as she slipped her lips over the head of his cock once again. Dance knew she had to work quickly and Medros' hard dick was already sensitive from the two consecutive orgasms she had given him, and she willingly increased her attentions as the Minotaur stroked her head lightly groaning with pleasure as she continued to work on him.

"Mmmm there's a good bitch..." he muttered and only sheer force of will prevented Dance from sinking her teeth into his dick then and there, instead she used her tongue to once again expertly stroke his glans, the head of Medros' cock already beginning to flare out as the Minotaur came closer and closer to release once again.

Dance's triangular ears flicked as she picked up the faint shuffling sounds of the creature coming closer, fear spurred her on and she sucked him hard pressing her breasts around his hard cock as it throbbed hard and steeled herself to receive his cum once again. Medros' large dick jerked in her muzzle once again and she reluctantly swallowed the hot wad of cum preparing herself for more. This time however the Minotaur had other ideas grabbing her hair and jerking her off of his cock the next wad of cum erupted from his cock and hit her right between the eyes before the Minotaur directed his shaft down, spraying her breasts and then her belly with his hot cum. Dance shuddered and feigned enjoyment as she slowly stood up, looking up at Medros' smug face and plastering a smile that would do a bimbo proud across her muzzle.

"Mmmm feels so good...so hot..." she murmured to him lowering her head slightly as she flicked her gaze behind the Minotaur seeing the creature was almost upon them.

"There's more where that came from my willing little whore..." Medros smirked. "And I'm going to give it all to you..."

Dance looked up once more at Medros and smiled sweetly at him a she pressed her cum covered body close to his. "That sounds good to me...but I've got a better idea..."

"And what's that?" the Minotaur asked frowning in confusion.

"That's its better to share." Said Dance smiling sweetly before her knee came up and smashed into his groin, a repeat of the time in the tavern when they had first met. The blow caught Medros completely unawares and he bellowed in pain, clutching at his balls as Dance took a pace back before slamming her foot into his chest, sending him staggering back and right into the clutches of the mutated plant that had been stalking them.

In the blink of an eye vines whipped around the Minotaur's arms and legs, dragging him back towards the center of the plant more and more of the vines shooting up to wrap around his squirming body. The vines quickly drew his arms and legs apart until he was spread eagled and before he could react a sucker had slipped its head over the head of hic cock and he groaned as the plant quickly began to begin its feeding cycle. The Minotaur's eyes widened as he felt something probing at his rump and as he opened his mouth to shout another vine shoved itself into his muzzle filling it up while another wrapped around it, holding his mouth shut.

Dance watched all this unfold with a satisfied smile on her face as her rapist began to get a taste of his own medicine, squirming and moaning as the vines of the plant began to eagerly abuse him. Moving over to the small pile of their possession she pulled on the trousers that the Minotaur had discarded, they look ridiculously baggy but at the moment she cared not, fastening the huge belt as tight around her waist as she could. She retrieved her weapons and gave the Minotaur's possessions a cursory examination, finding a large pouch stuffed with gold, which she hefted thoughtfully and grinned at the jingle of coins inside before replacing it on the belt. Then her hand found the potion bottle and she curiously lifted it up to her eyes, she had seen its like before often bought by couples who wanted to spice up their relationship or start an impromptu orgy by spiking the punch at a party.

Dance arrowed her eyes slightly and then turned back to the plant which was eagerly raping her rapist and grinned, tearing the stopper from the bottle she tossed it at the plant which caught it with a vine, not understanding what it held the vine tightened its grip and the bottle shattered splattering its bulky body with the potion which it quickly began to absorb through its porous skin. Medros' eyes widened in horror as he felt hot vine cum exploding into him from both ends and let out a series of muffled groans and gasps as the now hyper aroused plant increased its actions tenfold dragging the first load of cum from its unwilling victim. Dance grinned and gave him a slight wave before she turned and headed back into the jungle weapons at the ready, Medros' cum was heavy and sticky on her chest but she cared not, she had to get back to Ostenburgh and then to the Eastern Caves beyond, she had to warn Mindora of this double betrayal, she had to save her friend.

Far away from the jungle in the inhospitable rocky steppes, Mindora paused before the network of caves that burrowed deep into the mountains; she did not know where to start, only that she would search until she found Dance. She would not leave her friend in danger, the Snake glanced to her left, at the tall mountain that dominated the range, in there lived the most dangerous creature in these parts, she just hoped she wouldn't have to disturb him. She reverted her gaze back to the caves slowly moving forwards until she stood at the mouth of the first. Mindora took a deep breath steeling herself.

And stepped inside.

To be continued...