Brigands' Bitch [Commission]
A commission for Chobin
Flower's progress through the brambly undergrowth was swift and silent. Part of that was due to the Tabaxi's feline grace, but even looking like a cross between a snow-leopard and a human wouldn't have helped her make such an easy going along a game trail that should have slowed anything taller than a badger.
But Flower was a druid of no mean skill, and the forest recognized her as such. Thorny branches heavy with choking vines lifted in an arch for her, settling back into the impassable thicket once she'd passed. But despite the fact she was a feline on the prowl, the chirps and chitters of the forests denizens didn't quiet in fear at the sight of her. The small furry things knew they weren't what she was hunting, and their animated noises were quite informative for anyone who could understand the constant stream of excited gossip of birds and rodents.
I'm on the right track...
The Tabaxi druid wore only the clothing that modesty demanded of her, but wasn't concerned that the white, gray and black of her warm fur would stick out among the tans and greens of the old forest. She was very much in her element, and could weave the dappled light so that even sharp eyes would miss her as she made her way without making a sound or leaving a track. Not even a veteran ranger could move as she moved now, which was why they had failed at the task the feline had taken upon herself.
The outlaws who'd made their home in this forest were also skilled at traversing and living in the wilderness, striking out from the woods to raid caravans and trading posts, only to disappear into the sheltering forest canopy before the guard could muster and catch them. And city militias, rank-and-file soldiers and especially cavalry were woefully unqualified in hunting such bandits through their forest, where the cutthroats could have any number of traps or ambush points.
Flower was here to find them, find out their numbers, where they had their lookouts and bolt-holes. Then a small force could strike at the camp and the guards would know where to wait for those trying to flee. The feline knew some of those men were destined for the noose or a headsman's axe, but this way the band could be scooped up and brought to justice without turning the woods into a battlefield.
As she approached their camp, she no longer needed to listen to the creatures living among the tree limbs for directions. Woodsmoke from cooking fires replaced the peaty smell of the forest floor, and her ears could pick up the voices of the more raucous bandits among the band. They were confident of their safety this deep in the forest, and with good reason. Apart from narrow trails cut into it, the thicket here was dense enough to muffle sound and hide firelight and the shadows it would cast. It was that confidence that Flower hoped to take advantage of...
But even though the brigands were obvious, the feline had been spotted by a member of the band carefully trotting up to her on four paws. Flower had been expecting at least one hound, a watchful and vicious canine with a keen nose and sharp ears as a last measure against intruders. Not that it troubled her. She knew that she could easily charm any animal that wasn't rabid, no matter how mean. And as the husky came up to her with its tail wagging, Flower began to wonder if she'd cast the charm without realizing it.
Surely this (no, she- the feline coerced herself) couldn't be the camp's watchdog? The eager bitch had her tongue lolling up as she padded up to the cat, and all it took to win her thrusts was for Flower to let her sniff her hand. If this was a guard dog, it might very well be the worst one ever to bear the title. But Flower wasn't about to scoff at her good fortune. A quick charm and the dog was padding after her as she made her way towards the forest's edge...
*******
The druid had left the amicable bitch in the care of people she trusted - a couple of former adventurers who'd settled down in a homestead near the woods. And with the dog out of the way she made her way swiftly back towards the bandit camp, hoping the canine's disappearance wouldn't be noticed by the brigands. Once she was near the encampment she divested herself of every last bit of clothing, pushing the items into a nearby tree and knowing they'd be safe in the little extra-dimensional nook she'd opened, barring another incident with a sticky-fingered dryad.
Standing in nothing but her fur she focused on the image of the dog she'd stashed away and willed her body to take on the shape she held in her mind. She was practiced at changing her shape, and felt no discomfort as muscle, bone and sinew began to assume a new form. Her colors were already the right shades, so it was just a matter of her spots merging into a dark mass of fur along her back and the top of her head, spilling into gray at her sides and pure white down the front. As her center of gravity changed she let herself fall forward, catching herself on dull-clawed paws as she shook herself out.
A subtle twinge between her legs confirmed that she'd also gotten the last detail right. Flower had noticed that the husky bitch had been in heat, and even though it wasn't very likely the outlaws would notice if the dog that came back wasn't, she wanted to raise as few suspicions as she could, especially since she'd be outnumbered if caught. Not that it would be too much of a bother. A minor distraction, and if there were any male dogs in the camp, she knew she was more than capable of dealing with an unwanted suitor.
Flower entered a sizable camp filled with brigands of all shapes and sizes, with none of them paying much attention to her as she made her way as if she belonged there. It was a good sign, and once she got the lay of the camp she'd try to find out who was in charge in this band. There she hoped to find notes or even a map detailing the routes the bandits used, the bolt-holes they had prepared and people on the outside who they expected to shelter them if they were forced into flight.
"Ahhh, there you are girl!" came a rough, gravelly voice to her right, and looking through an open tent-flap she spotted an orc lounging on his cot with a bottle in his hand. His tusks gleamed an ivory-yellow as he smiled, the slurred voice leading her to believe the bottle was nearly if not entirely empty. "Where've you been, huh? Thought I was gonna have to take care of this myself..." he mumbled as he got up.
Flower was trying to puzzle out what the drunk greenskin was talking about, but the obvious erection in his pants had been a hint even before he began to unbuckle the belt holding them up. She was still dumbstruck as the drunken orc slipped a thick and fully hard cock out in the middle of the camp, before grabbing her scruff and pushing her face against it.
"Go on girl, open up. Don...don't worry, I'm pent up real bad so you won't have a lot of work to do..." he said, ignoring or perhaps not noticing the druid's distress as he jabbed the dark-green head of his cock against her muzzle. And what's more, none of the outlaws seemed to find anything strange about the scene taking place in plain view of them.
Judging by the leaking of the orcish cock prodding her muzzle it was obvious what the green brute expected. And she remembered what the husky she was pretending to be had been like - a very affectionate animal. And if she didn't act the way that dog would, even this drunken lout would begin to wonder why. Knowing there was little else she could do now, Flower opened her long muzzle, only to have it instantly invaded by ten inches of green cock. The druid knew that if she'd tried this in her own body she'd be choking with the greenskin's glans stuck in her gullet, and even with her long canine muzzle she felt the swollen head poke the back of her throat.
"Fuck, there's a good girl. Just keep those teeth out of the way slut, and you'll get a treat..." the green male said, placing two powerful hands on the back of the druid's head as she tried to accommodate the member stuck in her mouth.
Once the orc was sure she was ready he started to hump against her face, driving his girthy green shaft in and out of the stunned female's muzzle. The druid was no stranger to sex, and she preferred passionate partners but never had anyone dared to... to use her like this! This male who she didn't even know had just grabbed her and stuffed his cock in her mouth and was now rutting her muzzle as if he had every right to. And considering he'd promised her a 'treat' she had little doubt he intended to finish up down her throat.
"Hey, there she is! Thought you'd wandered off girl, found some wolf and forgotten all about us..." said a lanky young human as he approached her and the orc breeding her mouth.
"Hey, I'm using girl... wait yer turn..." the orc said, trying to sound angry even though it was hard with his cock still sliding in and out over the Tabaxi's broad tongue.
"I'm just gonna have a quick go at her cunt, nothing to do with you..." the newcomer said, and Flower's keen eyes didn't miss the jingle of a belt-buckle. She saw the young man kneel behind her before he put his hands on her rump and began to push down.
"Come on girl, just have a seat. You know you love it..." he said, not noticing that the canine in front of him was in distress.
The orc rutting her mouth with every intent of spraying his load down her gullet was one thing. It was a disgusting violation, it was humiliating, but it wouldn't last much longer. But the human behind her had expressed an interest in the heat-swollen canine sex Flower was trying to hide under her bushy tail. If she really were the husky they seemed to call 'Girl' as far as she could tell there wouldn't be any consequences with that either.
But the Tabaxi's power came from her strong link to the cycles of nature, and the fires of procreation burned hot in her loins. She was fertile now, and her body could conceive with any male who took her during her heat. Fecundity was a basic virtue of her faith, and should she conceive she would be obliged to bring the child into this world, even though she had no intention of being a brood-mother to such a gathering of low-lives!
But she also couldn't do anything the real Girl wouldn't. The man trying to push her rump down on his lap was expecting her to go along, and this one was sober and could start asking questions any moment now. Not knowing any other way out of this, Flower relaxed her hind-legs and allowed herself to be pushed down, feeling a spongy tip press against her swollen spade before the canine cunny parted and let the man's tip in.
"Fuck, you made me work for that you little slut. You trying to get me all riled up?" the young man said, gripping her hips as Flower did her best not to choke on the orc's cock now pummeling the back of her throat.
Impaled on both ends, the druid was still shocked at the casual way these two were suing a feral canine, and the way everyone seemed indifferent to it. She also realized why they didn't mind feeding such a hopeless guard dog - Girl earned her keep as a camp-follower!
The orc's groan was her only warning, the greenskin's powerful neck bulging as his hands pressed her against his crotch. Hot seed spurted form the tip that had swollen up in the back of her throat, forcing her to take a steady flow of sticky orcish seed. And all the time Flower was left to worry about the human bouncing her rear in his lap, her canine sex clinging to his cock and polishing the length that could get her in a lot of trouble if it stayed in by the time the human was done.
The orc pulled her head off his cock before he was even fully done, sending a small, thick rope of cum shooting across her muzzle as he left the two, probably in search of another bottle. The thick green cock had left a trail of bitter white slime on her tongue, but if Flower had a choice she'd have let the human breeding her do the same if it meant not getting bred.
Her feminine parts were different now, but she could still read a mate's reactions. The way the human's shaft was flexing, the mess he was making in her kept inside by the tight seal the canine spade had around his member. And with no other choice Flower just let him do it, trying not to seem distressed. It didn't take the young man long, but it still seemed to last forever for the disguised druid. But eventually she felt the fingers dig into her fur, the head of his cock swell before the man pressed her down all the way, burying himself as deep as he could in an instinctive need to breed the female his cock was hilted in. Flower winced with every surge of hot seed into her fertile sex, feeling relief only when the human released her and she managed to trot off and out of sight of the outlaws. As she stuck her muzzle into her dripping spade and did her best to clean as much of the mess as her tongue could reach, she realized there would be more dangers than just getting caught...
*******
"Quit playing hard to get you furry little whore..."
Flower had been hoping to avoid another... encounter with one of these low-life outlaws, but her attempt to ignore the gnoll calling her over had resulted in the irate bandit grabbing her by the scruff and leading her towards what she assumed was his tent. He wasn't being all that rough, but seemed frustrated that he even had to get up and get her. The shape-shifted druid still couldn't believe how... accommodating the camp's original dog had been. But since everyone obviously expected her to act the part of a pliant and eager sex-toy, she couldn't afford to do anything else.
"Come on girl, you know I've got what you need. That little cunny of yours reeks of heat and it won't get any better until it's wrapped on the other side of a nice, fat knot..." the bestial brigand growled lustily once they were in the relative privacy of his tent. Not that this band seemed to care about privacy when it came to using the camp's bitch.
"See slut? A nice red rod already coming out to say hello..." the gnoll said, dropping his britches and displaying a fat sheath with about three inches of rosy-pink already sticking out and leaking.
And at the base of the sheath, just above a heavy fur-covered sack Flower didn't miss the subtle bulge of a knot. The thought of having that thing stuck in her while those unloaded in her womb almost made the druid yelp in distress. Figuring she had to avoid having her swollen sex bred again, she dove muzzle-first into the male's crotch, immediately bathing the exposed cock with her bog, smooth tongue.
"Fuck girl, you miss a feeding?" the gnoll groaned, putting a hand on top of her head and scratching her behind the ears.
There was no need to push her since the husky itch seemed desperate for what he was showing her. Indeed, Flower had swallowed her pride and prepared herself to swallow the gnoll's load, knowing that if she failed she might end up frantically trying to lick the thick spunk out of her spade-shaped sex. The male was obviously enjoying her efforts, since his cock was sliding smoothly from its sheath until even the slim knot slipped out and left the fat red shaft dangling and bobbing as the feline-turned-husky slavishly bathed it with her broad tongue.
Look at the size of that thing! She thought to herself as she licked every part of the groaning male she thought would get him off. Flower would have been anxious taking a male that big in her regular shape, much less in the smaller body of a husky bitch. Not that she intended to. With his knot exposed, the druid was focusing her efforts on the hard bulges on either side of his cock, knowing that it would be the quickest way to get the gnoll off. True, she'd wind up either having another load forced down her throat, or having her fur doused with sticky white streaks, but all of that was preferable to actually being bred.
"Whoa, easy there girl. I like 'em eager but you're gonna miss out on a lot of fun if you make me pop too soon..." the bestial brigand said, and to Flowers surprise and distress she found herself being pulled away from his crotch and turned around. "Hmm, so someone got to you before I did? Is that why you didn't just lift your tail for me? You think someone already gave you pups?" the gnoll mused, moving her tail aside to inspect a canine muff Flower knew would be showing signs of her breeding despite her best efforts to clean herself up.
"Want me to make sure it takes?" the gnoll said with a laugh, still believing this was their resident bitch who couldn't actually conceive with any of them. And while Girl might have been able to have consequence free sex with a whole outlaw band, Flower wasn't so lucky. So when a clawed finger slowly slipped inside her messy spade, she yelped in distress in spite of herself.
"No? Well either I take that puffy cunt of yours or I shove this under your tail..." the gnoll said.
The idea of being sodomized disgusted the druid at the mere mention, but the more the brigand prodded her sex the more desperate she became not to let him breed her. Pain and humiliation were bad, but they would last only for a matter of minutes. Besides, there's no way he'll be able to fit his knot in back there... she thought, making her decision and doing her best by signaling it by hiking her tail up as high as she could, adding a desperate-sounding whine as she exposed her pucker to the leering male.
"Fuck, you really are a dirty little whore, aren't you? Never saw a woman beg to have her ass rutted... usually the other way 'round..." the gnoll mused, but to Flower's (temporary) relief he withdrew his finger from her twitching spade. "All right girl' let's do this..." he said, rising and leaving the druid confused at hos he meant to penetrate her from way up there.
Her question was soon answered by two rough hands grabbing her hips and hoisting her rear up. Her hind-legs kicked empty air as she braced her forepaws on the ground, feeling a few hot squirts against her pucker that told her that she was about to feel a lot more. The gnoll had a good grip on her, but he had no hand to spare to guide his cock to where he wanted it to go. The tapered tip caught easily enough, pressing against the middle of Flower's tail hole and leaking obscenely against the virgin orifice. But the rest of the gnoll's cock was blunt and thick, and he was stuck just grinding himself and making a mess of the unyielding pink ring under the husky's bushy tail.
"C'mon girl, quit teasin' and let me in. Unless you've had a change of heart?"
The question was as good as a threat to the disguised feline, and a moment later Flower was desperately trying to relax to help the loathsome male slip in where she'd never let a male go. The moment he felt her pucker yield the gnoll took advantage, shoving only a few inches of that smooth rosy rod but enough to embed himself securely in the whimpering husky's rear. Searing pain blossomed up from under Flower's tail, and the druid could only hope her whimper would was for desperation rather than pain. But at least the male would waste his seed where it couldn't cause problems for her.
Flower realized that the more she fought the hat, steely intruder the more it hurt, but it was difficult to relax when a thick red cock was being pushed steadily into her straining pucker. Both her pride and her rear burned, one with pain and the other with shame as she was forced to take more and more of the gnoll's length. Once she did manage to relax her pucker she realized that the first stab had been the worst part, and that the rest was sinking in with sickening ease. So much so that she was surprised to suddenly feel the knot press against her taut ring, remembering how big the shaft had looked while she was licking it.
"Fuck girl, and I thought that cunt of yours was tight!" the gnoll groaned, flexing the fingers digging into her fur as his cock twitched in the snug confines of Flower's ass.
Either the brute was trying to be considerate and let her adjust to such an intrusion into such a sensitive part of her body, or he was trying to hold back and not finish up in her so soon. Either way, Flower wound up getting a minute or so of gentle grinding before the smooth cock was pulled from her. The sensation was bizarre but a definite relief, unlike the thrust back into her behind. The feeling was strange, some twisted parody of mating that left her sex unsatisfied in spite of the fact that she could feel the familiar friction of a male pumping into her.
Better unsatisfied than bred! she consoled herself as the gnoll found his pace and began to truly breed her behind. The thrusts were languid it first, every one leaving her ass almost empty before it was stuffed full of gnoll again. But it didn't take long for the growling grunting male to lose control and begin jabbing away at her, bucking his hips over and over so quickly that Flower wasn't sure when he was in and when the cock was sliding out.
She took that to mean that he was close, that any moment now she'd feel him grind that knot against her as he pumped her rear full of his seed. She was certainly feeling the knot so far, a constant battering against the pink ring that had already stretched more than she thought possible. She resigned herself to her fate and with that resignation she must have relaxed, yielding to the reality of her situation but also yielding to the cock battering away at her rump. There was a fresh flash of pain, one that had her yelping loud enough to drown out the long, drawn-out groan of the gnoll who'd just sunk his knot under her tail.
"Fuck, that's it bitch, fight me with all you've got!" he growled lustily, maintaining an iron grip on her hips as the druid's body tried in vain to either push the invader up or to clench up even though it was too late.
As the sharp pain faded into a dull, persistent ache she could feel the knot pulsing in her swelling up even more as the male ground his crotch against her rump. A few moments later the throbbing was no longer limited just to the bulge, and after a few dry twitches she felt the rod buried under her tail begin spraying the gnoll's load into her. It was sickening and humiliating, but flower consoled herself that it had been a good choice. Let the fool flood her with every drop he's got, as long as he didn't actually breed her.
"So Kurll, you're the one who got your paws on... Beshaba's tits you jackal, you got stuck with her again?" complained a human brigand after stepping into the tent and seeing a panting husky with her ass in the air and obviously stuck firm to the gnoll's crotch.
"Yeah, I got stuck. And if you had a knot you'd be doing the same, bald-skin!"
"Well that's great for you, but then I have to wait... how long, do you reckon?" The newcomer asked.
"I just finished... fuck, I'm still seeding this bitch, and she's got a hell of a grip on me. But the good news is that if you want her cunt there's no need to wait..."
"What do you... well I'll be. What happened, you miss?" the human brigand asked as his friend bent over, grabbed hold of Flower under her chest and lifted her up against his chest. The husky yelped a little as this caused her to settle further down on the gnoll's cock, the swollen knot shifting within her rear as the male stuck to her held her up and on display.
"She looked like she wanted her tail stuffed, and you know I can't resist those big blue eyes..."
"Well to each his own. Now about me getting mine..." the man said, and soon the cock in Flower's ass was shifting again as Krull got down on his knees and then on his back, stretching out on a mat of hide-covered straw with his arms wrapped around the husky's chest.
Flower knew her dark spade was on display in a sea of white fur, the human male's eyes fixed on it as he knelt down behind her. She already felt sickeningly full of not only the gnoll's cock but the deluge of semen spraying from his tip and into her rump, and now it looked like she would not only be getting another shaft in the place she could least afford to take one, but she'd be forced to take two males at the same time!
Not that the shape-shifted druid had a choice. Even of the gnoll wasn't holding her, that wretched knot was still far to swollen for her to hope of getting away from him. The newcomer used one hand to spread her spade open and the other one to guide the head of his cock to the exposed canine cunny. Flower's borrowed form shouldn't have had any difficulty accommodating a member that size, but with her insides already filled with one male the second one felt uncomfortably thick as the head popped in and the rest of the hard shaft began to enter her.
"Fuck, girl feels even tighter with a cock up her ass! Bet she's gonna love this..." the man groaned, pausing to savor the sight of the speared canine sex pulsing around his cock.
"Yeah, she's always up for a rutting, but whenever she's in heat she's crazy for it..." the gnoll under her said.
The words sank into Flower's mind, filling her with a sickening feeling. Would that ditzy dog really enjoy this? The men mounting her certainly seemed to think so, and if they expected it she'd have to do her best to give the impression.
With that in mind she forced herself to pant to give the impression of an eager, insatiable bitch as the head of the bandit's cock pushed deeper into her, the canine spade dimpling a little as a second male invaded a body struggling just to conform around the monster the first one had shoved into her. It was a small consolation that at least this one didn't have a knot, but the man groaning as he pushed his girthy shaft into a snug husky-cunny was sure to pump her full of more seed in the place where she could least afford to take it.
The new male was too eager to be considerate, and no sooner had he hilted himself in the camp's fuck-toy than he began pumping, drawing out half way and slowly pushing in as deep as he could, until the dark canine spade was mashed against the hairs at the base of his cock. But despite not being given to adjust to the second intrusion, Flower was in heat and her body was eager to have a male in there even though she detested the thought. But Girl would have wanted this, would have been thrilled to have her spade stuffed after taking a cock in the wrong hole. So the shape-shifted druid just let her body accept what it wanted and tried to let her mind drift. Without her distress and disgust the sensations came through, the friction of two cocks rubbing together as the human rutted her came to the fore. Little noises were coming from her muzzle and Flower didn't try stopping them. These two would think it was their slutty husky making them, and if she tried maybe she could convince herself of the same thing.
The flow of seed form the gnoll's member had stopped but not before leaving Flower feeling uncomfortably full, and the mess back there was now being churned up as the human on top of her began to breed her, his thrusts now hard enough to push her forward a little and mage the knot stuck under her tail tug painfully, even though there was no hope of it slipping out anytime soon. But not even the pain or discomfort overshadowed the feeling of two shafts filling her, the movement of the human causing things inside her to be rubbed in ways she'd never experienced. The man grabbed her hind legs and spread them wider, even though he was already reaching as deep inside the twice-impaled husky as he could.
He was thrusting harder now, his grunts failing to mask the strange whines and whimpers coming from Flower's canine muzzle. It came over her suddenly, the swelling that started in her loins and washed over her whole body, leaving it trembling and convulsing in the wake of an unwanted but powerful climax. The human had felt it, of course, could no doubt see the dark, soft ring now clenching around him, trying to coax him into joining her in the throes of mind-numbing bliss. And when she heard him groan and felt the head of his cock expand somewhere deep inside, just short of reaching her cervix but close enough that she could feel the force of his ejaculation as the first rope shot into her.
By the time the human was done the knot in her ass had either shrunk, or her climax had left her body drained to the point that her pucker could no longer clench behind it. Either way the two had little problem pulling her off, and once she was free Flower trotted out as fast as she could on four wobbly legs, eager to find an out of the way place to clean the mess the males had left her carrying...
*******
"You, bitch-girl! Come, come!"
The croaking command in broken Common came from behind the still shocked druid, and turning around she saw a small scaled figure some twenty feet behind her, a slim tail swishing in obvious impatience. A kobold! A_male_ Kobold, judging by the obvious tent in his loincloth. It didn't take Flower long to figure out why he was calling her over, but the idea of this fresh degradation made her hesitate. Could she really lift her temporarily canine tail for a wretched little kobold? Did the husky she was impersonating really allow such a pathetic creature to mount her?
"Heh, looks like she's ignoring you Toca..." remarked a half-orc sitting by the fire pit, pausing in the act of dragging a whetstone across the blade of his axe long enough to sneer at the horny little male.
"Bitch, come! Lift tail, let Toca breed!" the scaly little figure insisted, and when Flower failed to do as commanded he started making his way towards her.
The druid felt a surge of indignity surge up within her at the little creep's notion, but she knew that Girl wouldn't have harmed him. Determined not to subject herself to such an ignoble mating (or worse yet - risk conceiving with him) the polymorphed feline launched herself into a sprint, her ears catching the kobolds outraged cry and the laughter of the remaining brigands. She'd been reasonably confident she could ditch the horny little creature, but Toca prove a decent runner, and with a leap the scaly little male was on her.
The crowd cheered, but a few were still mocking the kobold since the bitch who eagerly lifted her tail for everyone in the camp was obviously reluctant to let him mount her. Which was obviously his intent, judging by the shaft Flower could feel poking her furry hindquarters. The kobold was gripping her forepaws and despite his small stature and meager weight was doing a good job of keeping her pinned. The disguised Tabaxi considered her options in what little time she had left. Nothing short of thrashing and snarling would help her break free, but would such a violent reaction give her away?
"Bitch wet! Good heat-smell..." the scaly male said, grunting as a few of his thrusts brought the tip of his shaft into contact with the swollen spade Flower had no way of protecting.
The kobold kept humping, with his slender tip striking the prone husky's sex and tail-hole as he sought to burry himself into the reluctant female. Even though she'd already been sodomized, and even though the humiliating act was safer for her than being actually bred, she recoiled at the thought of getting buggered by this loathsome little creep in front of an audience. Not that she could do anything about it. With the scaly male's tip striking wildly it was only a matter of time until one thrust struck through and embedded itself in...
NghhhhnNooo! Flower thought to herself, voicing her anguish as a pained whine as the kobold's wild humping finally found its target.
"Look at that - Toca finally managed to find the right hole!" one of the brigands remarked, sparking a wave of laughter that didn't seem to offend the male grunting on top of her but that made Flower fold her ears back in a futile attempt to drown them out.
"Soft bitch-girl... tight! Take Toca's seed..." the scaly male growled on top of her, stuffing as much of his ridged cock into Flower's heat-swollen muff as he could.
The druid guessed her unwanted mate was as well-endowed as most humans by the time the kobold was hilted inside her, but before she felt the scaly slit housing the kobold's cock and the hard little testes waiting to empty into her, she hadn't missed the lump that had stretched her before slipping in. And once the kobold began to hump against her she had no doubt - it was a knot, or something very much like it. Something that would seal this loathsome little reptile's seed within her swollen sex until her womb was flooded with his slime.
The knot at the Base of Toca's shaft was still small, serving mostly to make an already uncomfortable coupling more humiliating by pumping out the mess her tongue had failed to expel from her swollen spade. Small comfort, since the kobold would be replacing it with his own seed before long. And through it all the crowd cheered, inspiring the grunting male on her back to grind against her with even greater force.
She felt the kobold's legs shift as he sought a better angle to mate what he thought was the camp's promiscuous watchdog, his hands moving from Flower's forepaws to her neck. The dull little claws at the tips of the kobold's fingers didn't break the skin but they still hurt as the rutting runt grabbed her scruff, speeding up as he grunted and chittered above her.
Such was Flower's shame that even the engorging knot slipping in and out of a sex made to accept it didn't bring on the blissful haze that could for a moment make her forget what she was going through. The low-lives cheering this scaly bastard on weren't much better, but many of them had the sort of physique Flower would have sought for in a mate. There was something to them that could coax a feminine response from that part of her that didn't bother with personalities, but she had nothing but disgust and contempt for the scrawny, scaly excuse for a male even now trying to tie with her and attempt to despoil her womb with his foul load.
The kobold hadn't been possessed of the good sense to thrust his knot in and wait for it to swell, and now it was banging painfully against her spade as the runt mounting her growled in frustration. She allowed herself to hope that he'd fail, and wind up just spewing his sticky spunk into her without the damnable bulge there to force her to accept all of it. But what the kobold lacked in intelligence it made up for in stubbornness. He gave one lunge that was powerful enough to make Flower's canine cunny stretch almost all the way around the bulge, but instead of pulling back and trying again the scaly male just grunted and tried to press himself in. Flower could see his clawed feet digging into the soil as he sought every last bit of leverage, and heard the half-encouraging and half-mocking chorus of the spectating bandits.
Her body gave up before Toca did, a cheer rising from the crowd as the now securely tied runt began to wildly grind and thrash against her. The final humiliation came in the form of his slender muzzle descending on the back of her neck as he wrapped his arms around her chest and laid himself across her back, administering a painfully firm mating bite before the inevitable happened.
It was more than the proud feline could take, and as the first spurts of warm seed surged form the tip nestled against her cervix and into the vulnerable womb beyond it the druid rose to her paws and dashed away from the cheering crowd. A futile effort to save face, since the kobold was still both in her and on her, clinging to the speeding canine and commanding her to stop even as his twitching shaft continued seeding her. Fortunately the kobold's knot wasn't as big as the gnoll's, and after a minute or so she managed to shake the protesting runt off and make a run to the bushes, where she'd be forced to lick his mess up to try and avoid having such a loathsome specimen sire her offspring.
*******
"Tara! Come on over here girl. You are the watchdog so come help me keep watch..." came a voice from the perimeter of the camp, a deep but rich voice that it didn't take flower long to recognize.
It belonged to Gilda, a misfit even in a band as miss-matched as this one. Not the best choice for night watch, since the white parts of her fur stood out even in dim light. And since she wore nothing apart from a leather brassiere and an armored skirt, the mare left a lot of fur exposed. Flower knew that nature hadn't produced the strange hybrid, since she even smelled subtly wrong in a way the druid couldn't quite place. But the two-legged paint-mare repeated her story whenever she got drunk, bemoaning the day her previous companions had broken into the tower of an enchanter who was just then starting to dabble in alteration magic and was in need of test subjects. Gilda was supposed to be turned into a centaur, but according to her the mage had 'fucked up royally' leaving her as a peculiar human/horse hybrid. Knowing the horrors magic gone awry could produce, Flower wasn't sure why the mare was so bitter, since her new body was very robust and healthy-looking.
"And how's your day been girl? Not boring like mine I bet..." the mare mused as Flower faked enthusiasm and trotted up beside her. The mare was seated on a stump and the druid turned husky was in easy reach. Without so much as a pardon Flower felt one hoof-nailed hand grip the base of her tail while another held her hind-quarters up, lifting her rear and exposing it to the curious mare.
"Mhh, busy as always you little slut..." the mare said in a wistful tone, poking and prodding at reluctant bitch's tender spade.
Flower's ears were always keen, and with a dog's sharp hearing she couldn't miss the desire in the woman's voice. It was strange but it solved a mystery for her, namely why the males of the camp used a dog to sate their lust rather than Gilda. Sure, she did look a little... exotic, but bedding her would still be less bestial than breeding what they thought was still their feral bitch. And despite its equine aspects, Gilda's body was buxom enough to draw a male's eye. But that tone of voice made it clear. Gilda was interested in her, another female, and if her tastes didn't run to the male sex there certainly wasn't a hope of anyone forcing themselves on the powerful mare.
"C'mon girl, time for me to have some time with that big pink tongue of yours. You do a good job and I'll feed you some horsey milk..." Gilda said, getting up and beginning to unbuckle her skirt.
Flower wasn't interested in other females that way, and as such wasn't exactly thrilled at the thought of getting her muzzle pushed into the mare's slit. She tried to console herself that at least she wouldn't be subject to more savage rutting and a risk of carrying one of these brigand's offspring. The talk of horsey-milk confused her since she would have been able to smell if the mare was lactating. And as the hooved female prepared to drop the skirt, Flower prepared herself to push her tongue into the no doubt eager, winking equine...
Sylvanus preserve me!
Flower didn't like the thought of invoking her deity in such a shameful situation, but the oath rang through her head as the 'mare' finally exposed her crotch. It had only started to drop, but there was no mistaking the tumescent length for anything else but a stallion's fleshy shaft. A strange clarity cut through the panic, an explanation of why the mare had smelled peculiar to her, why Gilda had insisted that her transformation was such a 'fuck up', why the other males steered clear of her...
...and what she meant by feeding me horsey-milk.
That was no longer an enigma, since even though Gilda lacked a slit, equine or human, she head a swollen pair of testes she was obviously eager to unload.
"Come on girl, it's not gonna spurt on its own..." the 'mare' insisted, gesturing towards the still soft but rapidly swelling length of masculine flesh spilling from her sheath. The sheer size of the thing made Flower squeamish, but she forced herself to look eager and to wag her tail as she trotted up to the mare. She was obviously expecting to be serviced by the camp's four-legged trollop and hesitation on Flower's part could sow the seed of suspicion. The scent of a stallion had been filling her nostrils since Gilda had disrobed, but the musk of an aroused stud was assaulting her keen senses. The shape-shifted druid made sure to sniff eagerly - the way Girl would have done it- before flicking out her tongue against the equine length. Doing her best to mimic the wanton dog's enthusiasm she began to bathe the engorging member of the mare sighing in approval.
The cannon-like shaft responded predictably enough, swelling until it went from firm to rigid to rock-hard. Flower was doing her best, intimidated by the stallionhood but desperate to give the 'mare' release with licking alone. The heavy rod bobbed up and down, twitching occasionally and flaring a little at the tip, a sign that Gilda was enjoying the tongue-bath of her turgid cock, but also that Flower still wasn't doing enough to bring the equine to climax. The rod was soon glistening under a thin layer of canine saliva with the dog-shaped druid trying everything she could think of to give the softly grunting equine that little bit of extra stimulation.
"Girl, I don't know if you're trying to tease me but you better stop fucking around and get me off..." Gilda grunted, her weighty shaft flexing again but giving no sign that it was ready to erupt in a spray of equine seed.
To her shame, Flower was doing her best - whorishly slathering the mottled length with her tongue as best as she could while the studly rod bobbed up and down, occasionally resting on the top of her head as she pushed her muzzle further back to bathe the base of it as well as the two heavy orbs swelling the mare's sack.
"All right you ditzy little bitch, you know what I promised to do if you teased me again?" the mare said, and before the druid could react she found herself being turned around and her tail yanked up. "Whoa girl, you had a busy night, huh? And most of them got your tail by the looks of it..." the mare mused as she stared at the tender pucker that in spite of Flower's attempts to clean herself was still leaking the seed that had been pumped into her rear.
"Look at that..." Gilda said as she pushed one and then a second thick finger into the mess under Flower's bushy tail. "Damn girl, they really loosened your fluffy ass up didn't' they..." she added, and the druid-turned-tog didn't like the speculative tone in the powerful equine's voice.
She was trying to convince herself that she was paranoid, that the mare can't be considering putting that_back _there! But the thick fingers kept sliding in and out, and when the mare spread them apart Flower was shocked to feel her well-used pucker stretch around them.
"Fuck, this is my chance!" Gilda said, and the relief Flower felt when the fingers were withdrawn was replaced by panic when something hot and blunt pressed against the warm seed the mare's fingering had pumped out of her. Cover or no, the druid was so terrified that she couldn't stop trying to wriggle out of the mare's grip.
"Calm down girl, I'll go easy on you. Just wanna feel how tight that little ass of your really is. Besides, if you didn't want this, you should have done a better job with that tongue..."
Doing her best to stay calm, flower turned to look at what the powerful equine was doing, which didn't make staying calm any easier. The mare used her grip on the base of her tail to keep her rump high and her pucker exposed, the other hand gripping her cock near the tip and trying to push the still subtle flare into the well-used tail-hole.
The equine's blunt head was mashed into the mess leaking from her pucker, and Flower kept hoping Gilda would give up and let her go back to licking her to orgasm. But as the pressure steadily increased and the stallionhood kept leaking against her pucker, the ring of muscle finally yielded and with a yelp the druid-turned-bitch found herself penetrated.
"Fuck girl, can't believe your ass just took that... Mnhhhh, or how tight you are..." the mare groaned, keeping a tight grip on the camp's dog. Flower couldn't believe she'd taken a cock that big, nor where the beast had managed to fit. She only had a few seconds to adjust to the monster before she felt herself being pulled back.
"Don't worry slut, I'm not gonna go to the hilt. Just want to stuff as much of myself as I can into that tight little rump of yours..."
The mare started doing just that, and Flower couldn't muffle her whimpers as she was slowly filled the hard, throbbing mass of equine flesh. She tried to console herself remembering that she could heal any injury her body might sustain, and that at least those monstrous testes wouldn't empty themselves in her womb. She'd doubted her eggs would stand a chance against a deluge of virile stallion-spunk.
"Looks like this is as much as you can handle..." Gilda said, and even though Flower figured there was nine inches of horse under her tail, looking back she could see she hadn't even take the medial ring yet. "Fuck, never been inside something so tight... so hot! You just keep still girl, and let me pump that rump full of stallion-milk..." she said, grabbing the thick base of her cock and starting to stroke herself.
Flower felt almost grateful that the strange female wasn't about to actually rut her, since even the throbs and twitches of her engorged shaft were pushing the limits of what this body could endure. She could hear the mare's heavy breathing, saw her large round breasts rise and fall with each swell of her chest. Her licking had gotten her close, and with most of her buried under Flower's tail, she wouldn't last long.
The 'mare' panted behind her as the tip trapped in the husky's ass began to swell with every beat of her heart. The equine shaft that had felt hard now felt like it was carved out of warm rock, it's living nature betrayed only when it throbbed and grew bigger within the already snug confines of her rump. Flower could hear herself whimpering, her eras flat as she worried that the flare might really tear her apart. But a whinny from behind her told her the 'mare' had reached her limit, the whole length buried under her tail twitching as that heavy sack began to empty itself. Flower's eyes lost focus and her muzzle felt open in a stupefied expression as she was flooded, pumped full by a pent-up mare with a stallion's endowments. It was a relief when the equine rod began to soften, moving like a snake out of her rear until the flare slipped noisily from beneath her hiked tail, followed by a gush of all the seed her body just couldn't hold.
"Bane's balls, that was amazing. Listen girl, you ever get your ass loose enough for that again, you come and find me..." Gilda said, dismissing the canine that was only too happy to leave.
Flower didn't even bother trying to clean up the seed she felt trickling from her pucker with every unsteady step. It would have taken the time she didn't have. She'd use the cover of night to try and learn what she had to and get out of here before the sun rose. She'd wash herself in the nearest stream or pond and go back to the farmhouse to fetch the real Girl. If that bitch really liked these degenerates, as far as Flower was concerned she was welcome to them!