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"You talk quick or we kill," the bugbear leader grunted, his massive
knuckles tightening around the crude, blackened sword he carried. He
seemed unusually young for a warband leader, with several of the flanking
warriors and hunters much older and grizzled.
Unknown to the young leader or his dangerous-looking hunting band, the
female bugbear who had crossed into their territory from somewhere far
away was nothing of the sort. Solkah had made good time tracking the
bounty hunter from town into the wilderness, and the drow's half-giantess
disguise had proven a good advantage to manage the hostile terrain and
cold clime. On the second day of the chase, however, the disguised drow
and his quarry and penetrated into the area the locals called Fang Ridge,
home territory of the vicious local bugbear tribe. Solkah had become
aware that his current disguise might make him stick out and become a
target, and decided to sacrifice utility for safety.
Quickly darting into the forest, he had brought out his dark elf manhood
through the frost giantess' slit and quickly created an improvised female
bugbear skin. It would not be as high quality as the creations he had
time to work longer on, but bugbears were also stupid, so he hoped it
would be enough. He also knew he had to work quickly so his bounty hunter
target would not have time to slip away from him. Soon he was crawling
into the newly created skin, swallowing the frost giant once more and now
fully appearing as a scruffy female bugbear huntress journeyed forth. It
displeased Solkah's vanity greatly to wear such an ungainly and ugly
form, but sometimes sacrifices had to be made, and the treasure he and
his enemy quested for was worth every sacrifice. And not even two hours
later, Solkah's suit-swap had paid off, as 'she' had been waylaid by the
group of local bugbears that were now confronting her.
"I am hunting human," Solkah grunted, slipping as far into the act of a
bugbear as he... or she could.
"Human?" the bugbear leader and his warriors shifted uncomfortably.
"Why?"
"She want human treasure. Wagon in trail passing here weeks ago. Never
came back. Treasure lost."
The bugbear leader gave a guttural laugh. "Human caravan go through
bugbear land! We see many guards! Shiny armor! Chief Gurthak say we
attack, great treasure! Humans fight back hard, several warriors die.
Chief die. Now me chief. Stupid human caravan master try bargain for
life, offer gold and slave from carriage."
The female bugbear's ears perked slightly and she tried to contain her
surprise and excitement. "What you say?"
"We slit his throat and take gold of course! But in wasting time, slave
escape. Elf girl. She run like wind. Vanish into hills. We look, but no
find." He shrugged, showing off a thick golden earring. "But we have
gold, and weapons of humans."
"New chief still hunt for slave. He want pretty elf slave as concubine"
an older bugbear male snorted, causing the chief to give him a murderous
glance.
The female bugbear considered. This all fit into the information Solkah
had managed to gather, and added a new sense of urgency. The newly
installed bugbear chief seemed to have developed an unusual taste for
females not of his kind, which made this matter dangerous. Solkah could
absolutely not allow these bugbears to find his quarry first, or... This
fascination with a soft-skinned elf slave could also explain why the
bugbear chief hadn't shown even an inkling of interest in Solkah's female
form, although that may be fortunate indeed. The disguised drow hated the
idea of having to sleep with a bugbear to get information.
"If treasure lost then me just find human. She kill tribe members far
south. We swear revenge," the female bugbear grunted.
"Then go, hunt. Teach softskin no kill bugbear! Show her fear!" an older
bugbear shouted, clearly incensed at this story. There was a murmur of
assent from the brutish band.
"Yes. You go now. No steal our game or try steal our treasure. You find
pretty elf, you give to us. That treasure belong to me," the leader
grunted and nodded.
The female bugbear nodded, and after a brief exchange of formalities the
group returned to their hunting, leaving the disguised Solkah to quickly
try to catch up with the bounty hunter. Lorna Malys was canny, and
experienced, one of the most feared mercenaries in her far southern
homeland. Solkah knew her by reputation, and that reputation was not
good, which was why the dark elf outcast had urgently scrambled to follow
when he learned Malys had been assigned the job of salvaging the
disastrous loss of the slave caravan going south. Solkah not only knew
of her lack of compassion and cruelty, but also of whom her masters were,
and he could not... would not... let the prize fall into their hands.
The female bugbear narrowed her eyes as she crested a snow-dusted ridge
studded by dark, gnarled pines. In the bright glare of the mid-day sun
she had seemingly lost track of her quarry. Malys could potentially have
widened the gap between them significantly during her parlay with the
bugbears, and the female bugbear was almost ready to scream in
frustration. She had a decent idea of the direction where the wrecked
caravan was now, but from there on... She picked up the hunt again, now
jogging down the dirt path into the valley below. The caravan should be
less than an hour away at this pace, close to the foothills leading into
the mountains. The pass that the caravan had intended to take south was
already visible in the distance through the clear mountain air, causing
the disguised drow to hasten the pace even more.
The remains of the caravan were strewn across the side of the road close
to the forest line, where the guards had evidently tried to set up a
defensive perimeter against the attacking bugbears. Splintered wagons lay
half-buried in snow, smashed wheels poked up like dry ribs, and the
picked-clean skeletons of a few horses were still evident around the
site. The female bugbear knelt down and sniffed, using the sharp sense of
smell of her disguise. Nothing. The scent was too old, too faded. But
there was another scent, a very fresh one...
The bolt slammed into the bugbear's shoulder hard, only slightly
deflected by quick reflexes. The pain sent stabbing bolts of lightning
through Solkah's brain, and made the drow realize he'd blundered into a
trap like a rookie. So obsessed with finding the prize, he had let
himself be blinded to the fact that Lorna Malys had not slipped away from
him at all.
She had used the time to set up an ambush.
Solkah, now realizing that the time for pretense was past, spun around
and dived behind the shattered flank of a wagon protruding from the snow.
Drops of crimson blood trailed in the snow behind the disguised drow. No
more crossbow bolts came from the treeline, and instead Solkah was
greeted by the sight of Lorna Malys casually striding out from under the
dark pines, holstering her crossbow and drawing a long, curved sword. The
bounty hunter walked closer to Solkah's makeshift hiding place, now
convinced the bugbear she'd wing clipped had no missile weapons to defend
herself with. With a growl and a curse, Malys swung around the broken
wagon, but her sword only cut into broken wood. Solkah landed a heavy
punch on the woman's back as he jumped at her from behind, having circled
around quietly in the other direction. The bounty hunter spun around, and
the flashing steel of the sword bit into the bugbear's hairy forearm,
trailing red. With a makeshift club made from a broken wheel spoke,
Solkah returned in kind, slamming the redheaded human woman's sword arm
hard, and making her grunt in pain.
Malys responded with a hard kick with her steel-toed boots, taking the
wind from Solkah's lungs. As the bugbear-clad drow fell to a crouch,
Solkah cursed not going against caution and wearing his favored disguise,
the orc warrioress Krehyna. In that form he knew precisely how to use her
body, he was used to every nuance of balance and pull. This form was
thick, clumsy and heavy, and constantly interfering with his ability to
fight. And now, without a proper weapon and already bleeding, the game
was already over. Solkah felt his head spin as he watched Malys walk up,
placing the sword at the neck of the bugbear.
"So, one of you dirty animals decided to try their luck anyway? The rest
of your mangy band turned away before you even set up an ambush, you must
be very brave. Or very stupid." Lorna Malys chuckled, tapping the razor
edge of the sword against Solkah's tender throat. "Well? Speak up! Why
are you following me?"
"Seek... treasure..." Solkah muttered in broken common. So the chief's
bugbear's had feared the bounty hunter enough to let her go. They must
really have been spooked after the costly caravan battle, the drow
thought.
"Treasure?" Malys scoffed, with a hint of cold amusement in her narrow
green eyes. "There's nothing left for you to scavenge here, beast. Your
fellows took most of the valuables after the raid, and since then
drifters, goblins and kobolds have picked up even the rubbish." The
bounty hunter stopped to consider. "Unless.. but how..."
"Just seeking... bounty," Solkah grunted.
This was bad. He could already see that Malys was putting two and two
together, and wounded and helpless like this he was no match. But maybe
there was still a slight chance. His arm had been pinned behind him
against a slab of wood, and was close to his bugbear-disguised back.
Slowly, the drow began working it further up, out of sight of his enemy.
He felt a familiar nub under his thick, clumsy fingers...
"Bounty? Oh I see. Yes, others would be interested, wouldn't they? Such a
rare prize... a noble-born drow, most beautiful... And one much tamer
than the average she-devil dark elf. My employers have been waiting for
her delivery for a very long time, beast, and your petty ambitions won't
stand in the way of that."
"Employers want dark elf?" Solkah stalled.
"Of course. A prize to outshine all prizes, if you value slaves.
Personally, I could not see why one would pay this kind of money for an
elf whore, regardless of the skin color. Hells, they're paying me even if
she's long dead and I only find her skeleton picked clean by wolves. My
scouting revealed her trail leading up to a cave on the eastern ridge of
the foothills, so at least she survived for a bit. Surprisingly hardy for
such a soft thing."
Solkah found anger rising within his disguised breast, anger which filled
his tired, wounded limbs with newfound energy. He tugged slowly
downwards, hoping he could buy enough time. If not, then this monster
would make the elf girl into simply another meal ticket, condemning her
to a life of utterly humiliating slavery.
"But what does it matter? In a week's time I'll be relaxing in the finest
inn, the elf slut will be either firmly secured to my employer's throne
or dead, and you... well. We won't have to wait for you to be dead,
beast." The sword rose slowly.
"No... beast..." he grunted. The bounty hunter seemed to savor every
moment, and Solkah tried to feign terror as well as he could.
"You're all beasts. Inhuman scum, all of you. Bugbears or elves doesn't
matter. All you're good for is a meal ticket. But enough of this." The
sword was poised to strike.
"Yes. Enough," Solkah mumbled.
Despite the pain and danger of being skewered, Solkah's bugbear leg swept
out from under him, forcing Malys to jump to the side to avoid being
knocked over. Her sword strike thus faltered, and seeing this opening
Solkah pushed back as hard as he possibly could against the opened fleshy
seam at the back of the bugbear skin he wore. The drow's natural body
emerged, slick and sweaty from the arduous trek and the struggle,
slipping into the cold snow behind the wagon fragment that he had been
leaning on. Being totally out of sight of Malys, the drow rolled to the
side behind the wooden debris. The bugbear female skin was still sitting
slumped in the same position, and although it was now empty and sagging,
the human woman did not have time to notice. Her sword quickly and
cleanly penetrated the chest of the empty suit, and would have cut the
heart of the person wearing it in two right there.
But that surprise was the bounty hunter's undoing. Solkah's muscular form
rose behind her, and before she could react he had felled her with a
powerful blow to the head. The sword fell into the snow from her limp
hand as she slumped over, and Solkah deftly picked it up. His shoulder
still ached, and he had not been able to bring any healing potions or
other similar magic. But he had to endure. The desperate gambit had
allowed him to defeat his foe, but the prize was still to be found. And
now he had another problem.
He heard it long before he was aware of what it was. A low, keening
sound, probably from a hunting horn of primitive make. The bugbears were
coming. The chief had probably just stalled for time, feeling unwilling
to risk his life with so few warriors defending him. But by now, surely
he had had time to gather reinforcements and go after the two intruders
himself, hoping they would lead him to the slave he so desired. Solkah
was exhausted and wounded, and doubted he could even fight half of the
bugbears off before succumbing. And he was also naked and freezing, his
dark skin making him a blindingly obvious target in the snow.
And then there was Lorna Malys. Solkah's instincts told him to just slit
the bounty hunter's throat right there and be done with it. She would
have no such compunction had their roles been reversed. Another part of
him protested the idea, and Solkah hated that that was the part he
listened to. Still, this meant leaving her behind, free to resume the
hunt and probably overtake Solkah later. The drow spat a curse as he
surveyed the unconscious Malys, the broken wagons, the rustling dark
trees, the empty bodysuit...
He suddenly had an idea.
It was a crazy idea, born of desperation, but if it worked it could solve
his two immediately problems in one stroke. Wasting no time, because he
could not thinking of a better plan, the drow sat down on one of the
overturned wagons and concentrated, visualizing a shape in his mind's
eye. He grabbed his stiffening great member firmly, and began stroking
it urgently. The shape in his thoughts took form, and soon his steaming
hot seed was spilling in the snow, quickly congealing to form the object
he needed. Next he rushed back to the downed Lorna Malys, and knelt down
as he began undressing her. He was not gentle, but as his enemy was still
knocked out cold it didn't matter. Tossing her clothes in a messy pile,
soon he had stripped her down to her underwear. Solkah wrinkled his nose
at her flat-chested, taut, rough body. She was really not a looker, but
it didn't matter. Quickly removing the last of her garments, the drow
undid the knot keeping her wiry hair in place. She began to moan as her
lightly freckled skin came in contact with the icy ground, but Solkah had
no choice.
Grabbing the object he had created, he shook it out and laid it out next
to Malys, then rolled her over onto it and began slowly sliding her body
into it. The shouts and horn were getting closer, but if he rushed his
work he would be as good as dead, so the drow bit down and focused on the
task at hand. Slipping the tall, muscular body of Lorna Malys into the
much smaller sack of skin proved tricky, much trickier than fitting
himself into a skin. The empty husk stretched and protested as Solkah
worked, making the shape on the ground look like some bizarre mannequin.
Still, he managed to finish quickly, then hefted the seams up so that
only the long opening from rump to neck was still open. The bounty
hunter's bony back peeked through that stretched seam, looking like the
suit would burst at any moment.
Fortunately there was one more trick up Solkah's figurative sleeve. The
drow once again grabbed his manhood, and once again twisted and
stimulated it. With an exhausted grunt he came again, and directed his
dick down into the seam in the skin covering Malys. He pumped and pumped,
seeing stars as he exhausted himself and extracting every little drop of
cum he could muster. It was needed, all of it. He panted, wishing
fervently it would be enough. The bugbear noises were even louder now. He
probably had only minutes left. The wait seemed torturously slow, and
Solkah had to stop himself from simply fleeing in panic several times.
But then, finally, he saw that the form of Lorna Malys, grotesquely
covered in stretched-out skin, was changing. The bulky form of the bounty
hunter was shrinking, and Solkah quickly began massaging the skin to
spread the hot, steaming cum's effect. Under his hand the shape on the
ground shifted, shrank and softened, no longer a stretched-out skin over
a frame unsuited for it. With a prayer to whoever gods would listen,
Solkah tugged at the seam of the suit and pulled it up, sealing it firmly
at the neck. He turned the disguised form of Malys over, and sighed in
relief. It seemed to have worked.
But now he was almost out of time. Scooping up as many of the human
woman's belongings as he could, as well as the ruined bugbear skin,
Solkah quickly stuffed as much of it as he could into his satchel as he
ran wildly into the woods. He stopped to slip into some of Malys' clothes
as he went, ill-fitting as they were, then resumed running. Behind him in
the clearing he heard the whooping calls and guttural voices of bugbears
conversing loudly, and he hoped they hadn't seen him. On and on he
rushed, heading east as he went and soon emerging from the tree line
again to begin up the steep foothills. There was no sign of pursuit yet,
and Solkah allowed himself to slow down just a little, his wounded
shoulder and arm pounding. Still he kept going until finally, after he
knew not how many hours of mad flight, he saw the path leading up to the
cave.
He climbed the last stretch almost in a delirium. He didn't know what he
would find, and he feared the sight of only clean-picked white bones
greeting him. But he had to know. He'd come this far. Risked all. The
tunnel mouth was not too large, but more than enough for a grown human to
enter without having to duck. And there was a faint sheen from within,
and a smell of smoke... Feeling an electric rush surge through his tired
body, Solkah struggled up the last bit of the path and approached the
cave, feeling the heat radiate pleasantly over his body in the cold
evening air. He approached the cave entrance slowly, carefully, but his
stomach was already aflutter.
He looked in.
Sitting next to a small campfire was a young, beautiful drow woman. Her
slender frame was a bit ragged and thin, and her once-luxurious clothes
were dirty and worn, but she looked to be unharmed and not starved. Her
long white hair sparkled in the light from the campfire, and just then,
she looked up, gasping. Her slender hand flew to a flaming torch sitting
in the campfire, but then Solkah stepped fully into the light of the
cave, giving the girl a good look at him. She was dumbstruck, her mouth
opening and no sound coming out, and he could barely keep himself from
crying in sheer relief.
"S-solkah? Brother?" she said in melodious elven.
"Alaunvyll. Little sister. I found you," he said, trying to keep her from
seeing how tired he was.
He grunted a bit as she threw herself at him in sheer relief, hugging him
and crying into his shoulder. And Solkah merely reassured her that now
that they were together again everything would be alright. Despite the
pain in his shoulder, Solkah lifted his sister up and carried her out of
the cave so the siblings could see the beautiful, red-streaked sunset.
And just then, right there, no concern or worry disturbed the beauty of
life for the two drow. The chase was over, and Solkah had his prize, a
prize worth more than any gem, bauble or piece of metal.
Epilogue:
Lorna Malys woke up with her head pounding and a feeling of being sore
all over. She blinked the pain of her throbbing head awake as much as she
could, vaguely seeing the shapes and colors of the world take form again
before her blurry vision. She remembered being ambushed... that bugbear
bitch had had a friend... and then nothing, but she was still alive, so
fortune was still with her. She shook her head a little, shaking a long
strand of soft hair from her field of vision.
It was then she realized something was deeply, horribly wrong.
A long lock of soft hair? She had never had hair anything like it. And
why was she so cold, and her body constantly shaking back and forth. As
she shook her head and looked around, she saw the dismal sight of a
bugbear village, its inhabitants mostly gathered around her in the
central open area. And then she realized she was naked, and the reason
her body was shaking was that she was being fucked roughly from behind.
The bounty hunter felt panic well up in her, but for some reason it
wasn't making her senses as sharp as it used to, and her body felt
sluggish and slow. Something was definitely wrong, as she looked down to
see two large, soft breasts jiggle with each thrust into her woman hood,
and a pair of shapely, soft-fleshed arms in front of her.
"What have you done to m-" Malys began, but her indignant scream was cut
short as a large, thick bugbear dick was shoved deep into her mouth,
making her gag.
A cheer went up from the assembled bugbears as Malys was impaled from
both ends, shaking back and forth as they thrust into her. This was
wrong... why couldn't she break free? Why was she so weak? What had
happened to her? And then, glancing to her side, the bounty hunter caught
sight of her reflection in a polished brass shield leaning against a hut
nearby.
She would have screamed if her mouth hadn't been otherwise occupied.
Lorna Malys saw a soft, curvaceous elf woman, her wide hips and large
breasts perfectly formed, her peachy skin soft and flawless, with long
blonde locks framing her face and deep blue eyes with long eyelashes. The
elf girl's soft lips were wrapped around the shaft in her mouth while her
lower lips were stretched wide by the bugbear pounding into her from
behind. The elf had no muscle definition, no signs of being a warrior...
The muffled screams of the former bounty hunter echoed over the bugbear
camp as the chieftain and his most trusted warriors broke in their new
slave.
END.
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