Taking Out the Competition
#4 of Roleplay Inspired
The plump squirrel's nuts plopped down in the water as he lounged back on the branch overhanging the river. The hollowed acorns on the fishing line bobbed along in the swiftly moving water while he looked out over the hilly landscape. Everything in sight was crowded by gigantic pines firmly grasping the fertile soil, filtering the breeze through their fragrant needles. His round, fluffy belly rose and fell in a contented sigh under the leafen clothing he wore, secured with woodsy twine.
Luck was up early on this particular morning as there came a tug on the line. Scrambling up, the squirrel found that this was going to be a tug of war battle as the fish wasn't coming along quietly. The branch bobbed up and down heavily a couple times as they fought, until the squirrel heaved backwards with all his might. The sound of a loud crack came in response, and his wobbly backward step landed on open air. The world flipped and the squirrel was tumbling down, bouncing between the branches.
A sour look was on the doe's face as she swatted away a mosquito. Her rescuer meanwhile brandished an axe against the forest's thick underbrush. He was outfitted in some light leather armor and a thick loincloth over his tall, lean body. He may have been a fellow deer but when he turned to look back at her, he had the look of hunger usually reserved for carnivores.
Hellen was an excellent example of a cervine, her curvaceous body snugly wrapped in a short blue robe. The silkrose fabric was thin, leaving the details of her figure visible- in particular the shape of huge round breasts. They overshadowed a flat stomach, with a depression in the fabric hinting at her bely button. Stalkings of clean white fabric hugged her long legs, ending in hooves that shined with polish. The last thing he would notice would be the pouty, green-eyed face framed by dark red locks and the pair of braids that ran down to the curve of her butt and tan-frosted poofball of a tail. Every bit of the soft, cream colored doe was out of place out here in the rough wilds.
"You alright?" He asked.
"Do I look that way?"
He made a hmmph sound as he crossed his arms, "I'd expect a little more gratitude for rescuing you from that brute back there,"
She rolled her eyes, "Oh, you rescued me? That minotaur was so hung over he didn't know what dimension he was in. And I was actually on my way out when I ran into you,"
He scowled, "Well...that castle's gate was pretty creepy with all those gargoyles. Most heroes wouldn't walk through it as boldly as I did,"
As she sighed and walked over to the shade offered by a nearby tree, he took a look around them. It was a convenient little clearing they were in, full of downy grass with a fallen mossy log nearby.
"I suppose we can take a little break right here," he said, "Maybe get to know each other a little better,"
This at least caused Hellen to raise an eyebrow. She looked over him- skinny but with well defined muscles and prominent hip bones which the loincloth rested on. She did feel a bit of a smile poking at her cheeks. It had been a while since she had herself a good roll in the hay.
"Krynn, was it?"
He nodded enthusiastically, taking her hand and kissing it.
She took in the breath to remark on how soft the grass looked when they were interrupted by a fish falling from the ether and slapping the buck in the face. This caused him to stumble backwards sputtering. A moment later there was a splash as he tripped backwards over the log and into the shallow edge of the river that was just out of sight beyond the bushes. A rustling of leaves drew Hellen's attention skyward just in time to dodge out of the way.
A pudgy ball of fur plopped down on the ground in front of her, sprawling on his back. A moment later, his belly ceased its wobbling as well. It was a squirrel- one of the semi feral species that dwelled out in the wilderness.
"Gosh, are you okay?"
He sat up, head wobbling a bit before he got himself back together.
"Ah! Y-yes, I'm just-"
Catching sight of her did not help his thick head.
"Just...fine!"
He rose to his feet, though his jaw wanted to stay near the ground. His full height was barely enough to clear the doe's knees though his heart and cock did not care about such a disparity. From the low angle, he could see up her robes and the lacy pair of panties she wore. Her beauty seemed to swell within him- or just below him, until the sound of a stich being ripped out could be heard.
A hand seized the squirrel by the scruff of his neck and he was hurled backwards landing with a thump against the log.
"And just who the hell are you?"
An angry buck with wet fur was staring down at him.
"It's Ben Lobnut. Sheesh! What's your problem?"
"My problem is little runt furballs disrupting my girl and I,"
The buck gripped his axe, turning it in his hands. The squirrel gritted his teeth, looking past the buck and catching a glimpse of the doe again. Females were hard to find out here in this neck of the woods, much less a beauty like her. Ben was on his feet again, his bushy tail flickering.
"Hey. You're in <i>my</i> turf right now. A little respect would be appreciated. You don't know what I did before retiring out here,"
Krynn's eyes widened at the squirrel as he stood with his chest puffed up. The tiny creature was either really brave or completely insane. But as his gaze darted back to Hellen, he noticed she was watching things unfold intently. She couldn't be impressed with this bloated tree rat, could she? The squirrel was trying to prove something and he would look like a coward if he let the thing out-alpha him like this.
Fixing the squirrel with his most demonic of gazes, the buck lowered his snarling face until the squirrel was flanked by his antlers.
"Boys, it was a simple mistake. Let's just let bygones be-"
Hellen's words may as well have been a thousand miles away, drowned out by the raging river of testosterone now flowing.
"You've got about five seconds to become scarce," Krynn growled, "And then you're going to be carrying your ass home with you,"
At this, Ben grabbed his belly and jiggling it aggressively.
"I can't become scarce even if I wanted to,"
Krynn gritted his teeth. He could feel the rodent's bravery impressing itself upon Hellen by the moment.
"What in the world are you gonna do with a doe like that? You can barely keep your nose above the grass around here!"
"Squirrels can climb you know,"
He followed this up by reaching out and flicking the deer on his nose. Krynn roared and swung his axe. Ben ducked under the blade as it shaved a few hairs off his ear tips.
"Ugh. Males are such idiots!" Hellen shouted as she scrambled out of the meadow to watch from a safe distance.
The squirrel bounded across the meadow as Krynn loomed over him with a two handed, overhead swing of his axe. But he saw the fuzzy tail juke to the side out from under it and the weapon bit into the ground. Another swing stuck the axe into the trunk of a tree as Ben darted around it. As Krynn recovered his weapon, he caught sight of the squirrel in mid flight as he hopped down from on high and landed on his head, clinging to his antlers. He was now wielding his fishing pole and tapped the buck right between the eyes a couple times before leaping off to avoid his grasp.
Ben landed behind the deer and grinned as he spotted a good target. The loincloth was much shorter on the back end and beneath the perky deer tail, he could see a small set of nuts dangling down under the white highlights of a bare ass.
"Nice acorns!"
Ben whipped the buck's testes with his pole and the resulting "yeooow!" echoed throughout the forest.
Krynn turned and swung the axe low enough to shave the grass. But he saw no squirrel in sight. Ben hopped down from where he clung to the back of the tall creature's calf and landed another powerful upward swing against his testicles which bounced wildly from the impact. This one caused him to double over for a moment and drop the axe.
"I'm going to skin you alive-"
The threat was interrupted as Ben appeared in front of him suddenly and leapt up at his face. Krynn managed to react in time, grabbing the squirrel in his hands. After a couple of huffs, he grinned.
"Gotcha,"
Ben sucked in air, flattening out his stomach and slipped just like a wet soap bar from the buck's grasp. He scurried around Krynn's hands and down his wrists, which were suddenly stuck together. With a length of small viney rope, the squirrel had tied his opponent's hands firmly. He then hopped down between the arms, swinging to the ground with Krynn's loincloth and dislodging it in the process. Without missing a beat, he circled the buck's hooves tying them in place as well before hopping back to admire his handywork.
Krynn stood before him sans loincloth, furiously trying to free himself. These efforts caused his undersized balls and sheath to jiggle about only drawing more attention to them. Hellen placed a hand over her mouth at the situation the buck was in. But the squirrel was not finished by any means. Ben twisted his fishing pole and unsheathed the adamantine rapier that it concealed.
"Something from my old dungeon diving days," He said with a devilish look, his fuzzy ears resembling horns.
With a leap, the weapon whizzed through the air as the squirrel neutered Krynn in a flash. The buck didn't have time to yell before the squirrel spun and another slash whipped through the air. All was silent for a moment, before the deer started leaning backwards in the manner of a tree chopped down. He landed stiffly on his back, separated from his hooves above the ankles.
Ben stood over the deer with hands on his hips and looking quite smug at bringing down the bigger creature.
"Sorry about all this. The laws of nature are a bitch and I just couldn't let you take a lady like her. Let's be honest- you were only a few inches from being a doe anyway,"
Krynn spat at the squirrel, frothing with rage, swearing in every which way to kill him.
"I don't think so," Ben replied to the semi coherent rant, "You're nothing but a coat rack now, my friend,"
He sheathed his rapier back into its fishing pole disguise and then casually flicked his tail across Krynn's nose as he turned away.
Hellen was watching the scene with a mixture of terror and something else. Her nipples stood erect and visible through her robes at the dashing squirrel. Walking up to her, though, he was back in the lovey dovey trance he had been in. She was still in heat and he was the only male in the area at this point.
"Wow, I've never seen anything quite like that.." She trailed off, looking away from Krynn and down to Ben who was admiring her from below.
Admiring her to the point that another stitch broke in his clothing. The leaven garb couldn't hold together any longer. As his eyes traveled up the doe's legs to the blue lacy apex, it was simply too much. His cock ripped itself free, rending his pants in two and sending a couple of the leaves scattering. The veiny, thick rod pushed up, shoving aside the chub of his belly until it was poking up at her legs.
At the sight, she gasped, "How are you that huge?!"
He shrugged sheepishly, "Eh. I worship the fertility goddess around here actually. I've already got twenty-six kids running around the place. Shall we make some more?"
Krynn heard that and lifted his head from where he lay injured and tied up. He saw the squirrel darting up Hellen's leg as easily as the damned thing scampered up a tree. He crawled up beneath her dress, moving straight between the doe's hips. Soon after, her panties slid down her legs. She moaned, placing a hand on the lump where the squirrel was working beneath her clothing.
The remainder of Ben's clothing was shed a moment later and then a set of gigantic balls plopped down, hanging low beneath the hem of Hellen's robe. It wasn't just his fluff either- they were full and swayed heavily with pent up seed.
Hellen gave a high pitched moan, staggering as the squirrel slid his cock inside her. She massaged one of her tits with a slight backward tilt of her head, sounds of ecstasy crossing the slender arch of her neck. The squirrel was latched on and going at her in earnest, soon binging her to her knees. She peeled the dress up and over her head, baring her fertile body for him as he drove his massive cock deeper. She wanted it, falling back and spreading her legs wide for the sake of taking more of him.
Krynn was in awe at the quick spiral into disaster. He was crippled and neutered while the squirrel was balls deep in the most perfect doe he had ever laid eyes on. The chubby ass was pounding up and down as his balls swung wildly and Hellen gasped with delight at each thrust. Spread out on the ground, her body wanted to further the squirrels bloodline. Her fellow deer wasn't even an afterthought while she was in the throes of pleasure.
The squirrel reached up to pinch each of her nipples, stretching them out as he hilted himself inside her once more. Her plush lips came rushing up to meet his face while she clawed at his back and pressed him into her with her legs. The doe who seemed too prim and proper to even gaze at the wilderness was now thrashing about in the grass as the squirrel fucked her.
Ben felt the oncoming flood and he took hold of Hellen's legs with both hands and feet propping himself up as his cock began to spasm. His balls pulsated and his head shot skyward, filling Hellen with hot streams of squirrel-making seed. She remained on her back, completely naked while catching her breath. Ben dragged himself and his sizeable equipment around and leaned on her breasts, feeling the soft doe lips on his once more as his softening cock rested between them. He squirted a few final streams down her cleavage as they made out.
Hellen was sold. It wouldn't be the last time they mated. Krynn would have to retire from adventuring after taking a rapier to the balls and hooves. Though Ben did feel bad about neutering him. So he went and made a deal with Krynn's mother and sisters to help replenish their family line now that he couldn't do the job. This of course did not work out entirely as intended. Needless to say, the squirrel population would be booming before long.