FSE

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This is a work of fiction. Unless otherwise indicated, all the names, characters, businesses, places, events and incidents in this story are either the product of the author's imagination or used in a fictitious manner. Any resemblance to actual persons, living or dead, or actual events is purely coincidental. All characters are of legal and consenting age, likewise if you are reading this story, you should be of legal age in your respective country.

All characters are my own creation, any resemblance to existing characters is purely coincidental and not intentional, please do not use them without permission. If you would like to use them in a story, please feel free to send me a PM either as Inja on SoFurry or TheRealInja on FA. As always, I am open to new story ideas or situations with existing characters as well.

Another weird idea that popped into my head from the two or three fames of a troll that appeared in episode 2 of Loki at the Ren Fair >.> Weird link, I know, but that's just how my mind works sometimes.

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"Remind me again why we're out here hunting a...what was it we're after again?" Ansel grumbled as they trudged through the damp undergrowth of the dark forest. His sword held at the ready as he scanned for any tracks or signs of their monster.

"We, dear brother, are out here because you couldn't keep it in your pants and had to go and fuck the good Count von Stroopwafel's wife!" Gretta snarled, glaring at her brothers back and for a brief moment raising her crossbow to aim it directly between his shoulders. "Hunting a goddamn troll no less, just so we can get back into the good graces of the aristocracy to be able to continue working so we don't starve!" The smaller of the two felines sighed, lowering her weapon and turning to lean back against the trunk of a tree.

"I told you; it wasn't me. It was..." Ansel began to try defend himself.

"It was the changeling, yes...so you said. Only I killed the changeling the night before while you were out bedding the Baron's chambermaid...." Gretta rolled her eyes skyward in exasperation.

"Oh, right...shit, of course you did. My bad...is there anything I could do to make it up to you?" The handsome Eurasian lynx asked, turning around to flash his sister that damned devilish smile that had gotten them into this mess in the first place.

"Don't...we're on a job..." Gretta chided her brother without lowering her gaze to meet his own, in fact going so far as to close her eyes so she couldn't even see his charming grin.

"Oh come now, you look oh so stressed, like you could use a break and a bit of relief..." Ansel pressed on, sheathing his sword as he meandered back over to where his sister was still leaning against the tree. His hands resting at her hips while his thumbs brushed against her black leather boddice over her brown shirt beneath. The thin leather strand having a hard time keeping her boddice together as it tried to restrain her full bust, something she often used to their advantage to get a better price on jobs than they otherwise would've gotten in the first place.

"Ansel...stop..." Gretta huffed as her brother leaned in to begin kissing and nibbling along the soft white fur along her throat, slowly kissing his way lower. His hands briefly brushing up over her boddice to cup over her bust with a firm squeeze, only to retreat a moment later when she didn't so much as raise a finger to really try stop him.

His hands continued down and inward across her waist to the ties of her leather pants, tugging at the simple knot without removing her belt first. With a firm tug downward, Ansel began to lower himself down before Gretta, her pants trapped about her knees thanks to her thick leather boots preventing them going any lower, but he had what he wanted.

Gretta huffed and closed her eyes, biting back a whimper as Ansel began to nip and kiss along her inner thighs. The handsome feline tenderly kissed his way higher and higher until finally, with a strangled cry from his sister, he kissed her directly on her womanhood. The smaller Eurasian Lynx groaned lewdly, hips rolling against her brothers lips and tongue as he gave her pearl a teasing suckle. One hand at her hip while the other snuck up between her thighs to find her opening and slip a digit or two within her.

"Ansel...no..." Gretta began to whimper, panting with growing heat as he used his knowledge of her body against her. His fingers knew her every nook and cranny, knew her every pleasurable spot and now he was using those deft fingers that could steal the glow from a cats eyes to strum her like a musical instrument. She tried to fight those feelings, the growing pleasure, but it was just too much. She knew she should be quiet considering what they were hunting, but the bastard was just too good at manipulating her body. With a loud snarling cry, Gretta began to buck and grind roughly against her brother's muzzle as he made her cum nice and hard. With a heavy pant she finally opened her eyes as she stared down at her brother with a smile, dropping her crossbow as she instead reached out to caress his cheeks lovingly. "Dumb bastard..." she said affectionately before catching sight of something unusual behind Ansel.

"Do you forgive me now, dear sister?" Ansel asked with a grin up at Gretta as he licked his lips and whiskers clean of her. Only she wasn't smiling down at him anymore, she had a look of confusion on her face as she stared at something just behind him. Her gaze slowly raising and turning into a look of abject terror. "What is it...oh fuck..." Ansel said as he caught but a brief glimpse of the massive fist swinging in at the side of his head, too close to dodge before everything went dark.

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Gronk whistled to himself as he trudged through the forest towards his hidden cave, mumbling his secret spell to make the doorway appear only after looking around and making sure no other adventurers had managed to find him. Dragging his two captives inside, he let the entrance to his cave vanish and return to looking like just another part of the cliff face. The cave beyond was dimly lit by a combination of naturally glowing mushrooms and a couple of enchanted sconces Gronk had put up. A rudimentary bed made up of leaves and animal skins tucked away in one corner where the large troll slept, along with a beaten up witches cauldron over a firepit on the opposite side of the cave where he cooked meals and potions alike. Above the cauldron was a rickety wooden shelf lined with mismatched and crudely crafted containers of varying sizes, containing who knew what sort of liquids inside.

"Soft kitties!" Gronk giggled in glee as he clapped his hands in joy after dropping them in the center of his living space. Sitting down cross legged, the large ten-foot-tall troll began to strip them bare one at a time. Tossing all their clothing and weapons into a pile in one corner of his cave beside his bed. Despite being centuries old, Gronk inspected the two felines with childlike wonder, poking and prodding at them all over curiously. "Tight kitties..." he mumbled as he wiggled a thick finger under a still unconscious Ansel's wildly twitching short bobtail. "No matter, me fix!" Gronk cheered and unceremoniously dropped the nude feline atop his just as nude sister in a tangled pile of soft furred bodies.

Gronk clumsily got to his feet and wandered over to the shelf of crudely hewed bottles and containers, popping the corks on a few and giving them a sniff until he found the one he was looking for. "Fun time!" the massive troll said to no one in particular before turning around and stumbling back over to the unconscious and vulnerable felines. Pressing the bottle to their mouths and blocking their noses as he forced them to swallow the strange viscous purple concoction with a cheerful smile on his ugly face.

Again Ansel was picked up like a ragdoll and the trolls thick finger returned to probing under his twitching tail, only this time with more of a purpose. Gronk patiently waited until his potion took effect, feeling how the small felines opening resisted his finger at first, but gradually it began to stretch and take first one, then two of his thick fingers that normally would've caused Ansel physical harm with ease.

Ansel's head felt washy, almost dizzy as he fought to regain consciousness. Something didn't feel right, he felt like he needed to void his bowels of a massive tree trunk. Slowly his eyes began to open, revealing a dimly lit cave before him. The acrid stench of decaying plant matter and God knew what else assaulted his nose as soon as he regained his sense of smell. The room seemed to be...bouncing, why was it bouncing? Then he felt it, that feeling of needing to relieve himself briefly vanished, then returned, then vanished again for a second, but was back just as quick. As he looked downward, his eyes went wide in horror as he saw he was being bounced in the lap of something, something big. Something with massive feet and skin that looked like living rock. Instead of patches of fur, there appeared to be patches of sickly green moss on its knees and the tops of its feet.

"Mmm, tasty kitty..." Gronk said as he held the nude Gretta aloft on her back and licked between her thighs like she was some sort of confectionary. The smaller feline groaned and squirmed against the massive hand squeezing around her body. Gronk's surprisingly agile tongue darted in and out between her folds, filling her little pussy as he feasted on her to his heart's content, enjoying the taste of the succulent feline cunt.

"Unhand her, beast!" Ansel growled out as he saw what the troll was doing to his sister. Finally seeing what was holding them captive. The large beast looking like a living stone statue, only its features were fat more animated. Bearing a slight resemblance to a bull but with a flatter snout and only two small prong like horns among a matted mass of green greasy hair.

"Shush kitty, me no done with you yet!" Gronk demanded, forcing Ansel down deeper onto his thick cock below and making the feline wince in discomfort.

"While you're at it, unhand me too!" the handsome feline whimpered, swearing he could damn near taste the troll cock buried under his tail it went so deep. He feared to look down, almost convinced he'd be able to see the shape of the trolls member at his belly. Unfortunately his fears proved to be true, as his gaze lowered, Ansel watched with amazement as his taut belly flared out again and again every time the troll pushed him down onto what must've been the worlds biggest cock. Somehow it wasn't ripping his insides up, in fact there barely wasn't any pain at all.

"Me try pretty kitty now!" Gronk mumbled, promptly pulling Ansel off his cock and leaving him feeling suddenly empty as he bounced about in the trolls grip once he switched hands.

"No, wait...you'll kill her with that thing!" Ansel shouted as he finally saw what had just been in him. The troll's cock was far too big for his smaller sister to take. He was surprised he could take it in fact, and he was almost a good foot bigger than Gretta. Feral horses would be put to shame by what the troll was sporting in length, never mind the girth of that rough notched length. He was pretty sure it was wider around than both his fists put together!

"Bah, silly kitty, not know what talk about!" Gronk laughed before sinking Gretta down onto his thick waiting spire. Ansel watched in horror as his sisters small form sunk down onto the waiting length, her stomach bulging obscenely from the intrusion.

"Wha...what's going on?" Gretta grunted uncomfortably, trying to move about but finding herself trapped in the troll's grip.

"G...Gretta, you're okay?" Ansel asked in astonishment as she didn't seem to be in any pain despite her looking twelve-months pregnant thanks to being impaled on the troll cock below.

"Yes, I am. What's goioomygod! What's going on here!?" she whined as she looked down and saw her distended belly.

"Silly kitty, Gronk make both drink Funtime potion so both can play with Gronk!" the troll giggled and began bouncing Gretta in his lap.

"Funtime potion?" Ansel asked almost absently as he watched the curious sight of his smaller sister being forced to ride a cock that by all rights should've split her in half. Instead, she almost seemed to be enjoying it, the way she was panting and squirming in the troll's grasp.

"Gronk good with plants, Gronk make potion that stop pretty kitties getting broken when me play with them. First time it work though..." Gronk nodded over at the remnants of other not so lucky prisoners barely visible in the gloomy corner of the cave. Their hips, jaws and rib cages clearly shattered from previous attempts obviously.

Ansel shuddered, thinking how close they came to being that part of the gruesome experiment. Luckily they had gotten the good batch, or perhaps unluckily though as Gronk switched "toys" and sunk the squirming Ansel back down onto his cock without warning.

"Buh...wow...fuck that was intense..." Gretta barely managed to speak, her heart pounding and her legs still twitching in the aftershocks of....actually she didn't know how many climaxes. They just kept coming and her mind went blank for a long moment. As she raised her head, she saw that Ansel didn't seem to be enjoying this as much as she was, smirking as she watched her brother wince every time the troll sheathed his backside down onto the thick cock.

With her senses slowly starting to return to her, the smaller feline began to scheme as she watched Ansel take a pounding like never before without so much as getting a scratch on him. "Gronk...do you think you could make more of that potion?" Gretta asked after a moment.

"Gronk have recipe in brain, of course Gronk make again" The troll scoffed at such a silly suggestion, as if he would ever forget his favorite Funtime potion!

"What would you say to a partnership then?" Gretta asked with a growing grin.

"Gretta...what're you doing? He's a monster!" Ansel huffed and groaned as he was reamed by the big troll, his pert backside clapping against the roughness of Gronk's lap again and again.

"Me no monster, me Gronk. Master alchemist!" Gronk proclaimed proudly before switching out his toys again, much to Ansel's relief.

"F...fuck...okay, wait...wait Gronk! Just hear me out!" Gretta shouted before he started fucking her into another blackout series of climaxes again. When Gronk stopped fucking her and stared down at her with some obvious annoyance, she began to speak. "What about a partnership? You make more of your Funtime potion for us and we continue to...play...with you? No need to go hunting other toys, you'll travel with us and we can play all the time!" She offered with her sweetest smile.

"Oh you devious bitch..." Ansel mumbled under his breath, suddenly cottoning on to what his sister was plotting. This potion seemed to make them impervious to damage and being hurt, in their line of work it would certainly give them an edge over other monster hunters for sure!

"Kitties want play with Gronk, all time?" The troll asked in confusion, he'd never met anyone that actually wanted him around. For decades he had been hunted and persecuted whenever he had tried to play with others before.

"Yes Gronk, if you come with us and keep making more Funtime potion, we can keep playing as long as you like..." Gretta almost purred as she began to wiggle and grind down as much as she was able to within the tight grip about her onto Gronk's turgid club of flesh to try incentivize him.

"Yay, Gronk have friends!" Gronk cheered, getting to his feet and dancing about while clapping his hands loudly. In the process he would end up tossing Ansel off to one side to bounce off the wall of his cave while Gretta bounced a couple of times on his cock before slipping off and landing awkwardly on her head and neck.

"Thank fuck this stuff really works..." She growled as she flopped onto her back a moment later, the angle she landed at normally would've killed her with a broken neck. But all she had now was a slight crick in her neck, nothing a good massage wouldn't solve. "Hey Gronk, come play!" She called out, leaning against a boulder and wiggling her behind back at the dancing troll invitingly, as if to seal their deal.

"Play!" Gronk giggled and stomped on over to her, picking her up with ease and sheathing her back down onto his thick length once again. Within moments Gretta was groaning and squirming through another dozen or so mind shattering climaxes with their new business partner.