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Welcome to the Jungle

For run-nbw

By Draconicon

Sadrin wasn't sure what he was in for when he found the cave, but he knew better than to think that it would be good. After fighting off a series of monsters just to get this far in the jungle, he was almost sure that there would be something else that called the cave home. However, with the rain coming down as hard as it was, and the lightning and thunder crashing in the distance, staying out in the open wasn't an option.

The half-orc stepped under the lip of the cave, grunting as he dragged himself further in and out of the needle-like raindrops. His boots were almost worn through, and his armor hung from his shoulders in rags. Little lines of red broke his green skin, marks of the battle that he'd been fighting, and he knew that if he didn't do something about that, he'd only get worse.

First, though, he needed to rest.

Sadrin leaned against the rocky wall, shaking his head a few times as he shuffled his shoulders to get comfortable before slowly setting himself down. It wasn't very smooth, and it bumped against his spine in a most uncomfortable way, but at least it was better than standing. He let out a long sigh, slowly shrugging off his armor, and then his weapon belt, his sword falling to the ground with a clatter before he could catch it.

"Damn it..."

The half-orc strained to get it, and after a few moments of stretching, pulled the blade free. The metal wasn't wet, at least, so there wasn't too much risk of rust. Just a little bit of polish, and it'd be fine. And that could wait.

He slid down the wall the rest of the way to the floor, sitting on his ass with his knees pulled up against his chest. The soft patter of the rain that city-dwellers were used to would have been welcome now. All he had was the roar of the thunderstorm outside, the shattering sound of sheets of rain off of rock and the crackle of lightning in the distance. Distance that was slowly getting shortened.

And...was there something else?

Sadrin perked up as he heard something clitter-clattering further down the tunnel, turning and pulling his sword tighter to his chest. He didn't want to fight, but if there was something in here, he knew that he wouldn't have much choice. He pushed himself back to his feet, pointing the end of his sword towards the darker parts of the cave ahead.

"Who's there? Show yourself."

At first, there was nothing. No sign of light, no sign of life. But then there was the clitter-clatter again, and this time, he recognized the sound. Claws, claws moving over stone in the footsteps of something rather large. He held back, holding one arm around his middle to settle himself and adjust some of the bruised bones of his ribs, while keeping the blade pointed forward.

A moment later, the first hint of the stranger poked out. A large, furry head stuck out around the corner of the cave, looking down at him. Down from a large height, too, perhaps as much as nine feet tall. Sadrin winced at the thought of something so large, but didn't let himself back down.

The creature rounded the bend after that, and he saw what it was. A gnoll, a huge, hyena-like creature with rough fur and a wet look to its body. Not rain, though, as he smelled the sheer stench of musk coming off of the creature. It was pure raunchiness, wet and crude and altogether bestial compared to anything else that he had dealt with.

Yet, it wasn't attacking him. If anything, it seemed...curious. It sniffed the air, grunting as it walked a bit closer. Its loincloth flapped slightly as it came to a stop a pace or two away from the end of his sword.

"Not forest creature. Not from jungle."

"No..."

"No, not smell like it."

"I'm just passing through."

"All things smell you. Smell wrong. Chase you."

"That might explain a few things."

Well, at least the gnoll wasn't trying to kill him. That was a positive that he could live with. He didn't put his sword away, though. There had been times when creatures had feigned friendliness in order to get close, and he wasn't going to risk that being the case now. He did, however, lean back a bit more to put the creature a little more at ease.

"Is this your cave?"

"My cave, yes, smells like me."

And it did, now that he had a moment to take it in. The green-skin grunted at the smell, finally getting the muskiness that stuck to the stones and the ceiling. Everything seemed to have been marked by the gnoll's slime, something that he had hoped to avoid, if he could.

But at the same time...

"What do you mean, things chase me?"

"Smells not like the jungle. Smells bad. Smells clean. Not good. Makes monsters angry. Sees city people, not want city people."

He nodded slowly. Scent that triggered anger. That wasn't too surprising, he supposed, though it was a problem. The gnoll chuckled.

"Can help."

"...Why would you want to help?"

"Fun. And makes for friend."

"You think I'd be a friend?"

"Staying in cave. Good to not worry."

"Well, that's true."

"And can find, if need."

"Why would you want to find me?"

"Is orc. Orc and gnolls usually friends."

He blinked a few times. It was...a bit unorthodox, but he supposed it had a possibility of being true. After all, he hadn't been a half-orc for long, and there were things that he didn't know just yet. Perhaps there was some sort of bond that he could take advantage of.

Slowly, Sadrin lowered his weapon.

"What's your name?"

"Roth. You?"

"Sadrin."

"Sadrin friend. Now, Roth mark."

The gnoll was fast, faster than the half-orc had thought him to be. No sooner had he lowered his weapon than the beast was on him, pushing him back towards the wall. He struggled, at first, but then he realized that he wasn't under attack. If anything, it was more like he was being embraced, hugged. Much as the gnoll stank and reeked of body odor and musk and sweat, it was rather...warming, almost like it was a kindly thing.

Of course, it didn't stay that way for long. The gnoll started grinding and rubbing along his body, teasing it and nudging it with armpits, and with his shifting loincloth, the half-orc could feel the pressure of a dick rubbing along his thighs. Everywhere the gnoll touched him, it left behind some sort of slime, and he grunted in embarrassment as he could feel the smell that marked the rest of the cave soaking into his skin.

It's for the best. It'll get me through this safely.

Even so, it was strangely weird to have his own scent taken away and replaced by the gnoll's. Every single time that the gnoll ground up against him, some of his own sweaty smell was taken away, replaced by the scent of the bigger, heavier beast in front of him.

Roth pulled him away from the wall, and swept his head up into the creature's armpit. He grunted as he was held there, the darkness of that thick, furry arm keeping him in place. He squirmed, but even without breathing, he could taste the thick, heavy flavor of the creature's sweaty fur and flesh. He coughed, keeping his mouth closed, but the smell was strong enough to simulate some sort of taste.

He was rubbed back and forth, dragged against the fur until Roth finally let him go. He stumbled, his head swimming with the fumes, but the creature was still following him. Sadrin slipped, fell, and the gnoll stood on one foot beside him. The other foot, sweaty and damp, pressed down on him from above, grinding along his chest and his stomach, rubbing more of the scent and the musk into him.

Gonna smell like I've been rutted by him, at the end of this, he thought, shaking his head. But if it worked to get him out of the jungle, or at least keep him safe while he was in it, it would be worth it.

Every breath he took filled his lungs with the thick, heavy, almost spicy scent of the gnoll, and he was slowly getting accustomed to it. It wasn't easy, of course, but it was getting better, less potent and overpowering than it had been when he'd first stepped into the cave. He slumped down a little, getting more comfortable on the rock floor.

"Hehehe, smelling like Roth, now."

"Yes, I suppose I am."

"Need more, though."

He expected to have his body shoved up under the other armpit, or sat on. The latter proved true, but not for the reason he thought. Roth squatted down over his chest, and grunted, wriggling his hindquarters a few times. Then...

"Nnngh!"

Sadrin gasped at the sheer stench that filled the air. A thick, gooey 'butter' of a thing oozed from somewhere near the gnoll's ass. It was heavy and thick and filled the air with more musk and stench than anything else. Roth caught it, and then started to rub it into him, dragging it down his chest, and then over his legs, and all the way down to his boots.

"Needs it, make strong."

"It's already strong!"

"Needs stronger."

As the gnoll ripped off his boots, Sadrin wondered if it was still worth it. As his feet were slathered with the strange 'butter' substance, and his boots shoved back on, he honestly wasn't sure if it was or wasn't.

The End