Hey all! Reiko here and i have finished the first chapter to my new-NEW Serra story...Im such a horrible procrastinator, but I have finally formulated a story i think will be both interesting and vore filled (Except this chapter)
The story takes place in a world I have created with cultures everyone doesn't understand but me (Which i will hopefully shed light onto as I progress the story xD)
here is the basic information you all need though (It's a bit of a doozy) http://rp.aryion.com/fullinfo.php?user_ ... a840224c4b
This chapter mostly introduces the main character, the island the women are fighting for, and a brief description (And close encounter) with a very angry (not to mention hungry) monster
So here it is the first chapter to my new story! please leave me some comments, they would be appreciated and please report any typos to me, it's a Monday and I let my spelling slip xP
Most of all enjoy!
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Serran Adventure (Updated with Chapter THREE!)
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Um...For those who don't want to download it, here is the story just raw xP
I hope some more people actually look T_T
It was a dark day when it happened, a day when all the light in the world seemed to fade when all hell seemed that it would rise from the earth to take what it craved…it was on this day great hero’s fought and died for their lands, for their families, for their loved ones.
Chapter 1
The island of Folora has never known peace. 1000 years ago it was the center of war between the dark elves and high elves. 800 years ago it was the location of Dwarven expansion only to be ravaged by a Dolivian invasion, seeing the extinction of the Dwarves. 400 years ago it was the sight of many battles between Dolivia and Medusa, ultimately blending the two country’s cultures. 200 years ago it became the prime example for Matilda to flex it’s newly made military muscle against its rivals Dolivia, Marial and Madusa.
And now a day’s it is the center of all four of the super powers warfare. Matilda, Dolivia, Marial and Madusa are always in a constant state of warfare and Folora sits in the middle of all the empires. Folora is rich in natural resources and great sources of magic. Each side craves the chance to claim their ancestor’s ancient relics to increase there power and to prove to their goddesses they are the strongest.
Battles have lightened, moving from huge battles with thousands of women battling each other, into a war where small mobile forces fought each other for isolated points or for inhabited villages.
About 20 miles form the nearest port city, laid a small camp of blazing red tents, surrounded by a wooden palisade. It was a military camp for the humans, women of Matilda. Fifty tents held ten women each, showing that it was an army of 500 girls there. Women visited black smiths to get their swords and axes sharpened, the girls with muskets were polishing them, and Matilda’s great engineers were working on maintaining three great cannons.
Matilda believed greatly in the new black powder weapons, the only super power besides Marial to use them. Many magic based powers, like Serenia or Madusa, despised using black powder weapons hating how they looked and how they sounded; a ugly weapon for ugly women…While the powers like Dolivia, loot the black power weapons, lacking the ability to actually make them.
In the center of the camp was a great tent, the captain’s tent. Inside a woman was sleeping on a red-silk hammock, enjoy the time she had to relax for she had war council with her sergeants at noon.
The woman asleep had short auburn hair that was groomed to be slated to the right with spikes. She had pretty silver piercings in her ears. She had on a beautiful red tunic with gold embroidery and a picture of a black griffon on her chest, the insignia of her home state Lacotia, right above her modest breasts. She had long, slender legs and a gorgeous physical physic.
This was Captain Teela Charleston, a woman of noble birth. Despite noble women’s image for being pretty girls (Which she was however) and for being bimbo’s (Which she wasn’t xD) Teela had broken that mold, proving that she was a valuable asset to any war band she was attached to. The Grand-Master-General Carmen Marie, the leader of the reconquista of Folora had attached her to this current band of women because of their great skill and veteran ability’s in combat.
Outside the tent stood two women guards, holding gleaming halberds. A long haired blonde woman wearing full plate armor, holding a sallet helmet under her armpit, trudged in the mud of the camp towards the tent, nodding her head towards the guards they relaxed and she stepped into the captain’s tent. The woman smiled, she was an amazingly beautiful woman with a hourglass figure. Setting her helmet on the table she walked over towards the sleeping captain, getting on a knee next to the captain in her hammock she reached out to swash her hair back.
“Hehe wake up captain, its morning.”
The captain snapped awake, pulling a jeweled dagger from underneath her pillow and brought it to the woman’s throat.
“Morning Teela…Pleasure to see you.” The blonde said non- chalantly and Teela lowered her dagger.
“Sergeant…you know better then to do that.”
“Please Captain, Sandra; we aren’t in battle yet so no need for such titles.” She said with a curt smile on her face.
“Sorry Sandra.” Teela said rolling form the hammock and onto her feet, cracking her back, looking over Sandra she smiled a bit and winked at her. Sandra and Teela have been best of friends since the days they served at the Military Scholora. They always played jokes on each other or flirt with each other to have fun. And jokes aside they worked well together, Sandra was the muscle, while Teela was the brains.
“Its no problem captain…Say shall we go get some chow? I’m starving, and sense we can’t eat any of our comrades I need a meal badly.” Sandra nodded.
“If you call the slop Cook Kristin makes a meal I’d almost join you…I was going to go out with the scouts to go hunt for some dear or forage for some fruits…Another day of eating ‘Matildan Grand Rations’” She says that with a bit of smite. “And I’m going to vomit so hard my ancestors will feel it in the dirt.”
Sandra couldn’t help but let out a low giggle as she stood back up. “Well get dressed more properly then…I myself am going to head to the chow-line, maybe talk it up with a couple of the girls, maybe coax one into my belly, it isn’t murder if their willing.” She said and giggled more, even Teela joined in.
“Don’t joke like that, I need all the women I can get…But you be careful either way, some of those girls from the Soleen work mines are twice as strong as you.”
As Sandra made for the exit she looked back and smiled. “Then they are twice the meal!”
Teela shook her head and smiled. “Silly girl.” She got up from bed and goes over to her closet, pulling out a leather vest, pulling it on she tied it tight around her breasts, smiling proudly. She walked over to her weapons rack, grabbing her iron short sword she slung it around her belt, along with the jeweled se had, the slung a rifle over her shoulder, with a pouch of powder and iron-balls.
Teela stepped out from her tent, saluting her guards, and walked through the camp, she had put on tough boots to get through the mud from the recent rain fall. She marched along, with out any guards, she had great faith I her woman that none would betray her, and they wouldn’t the woman that served under her loved and respected her. All the girls she passed saluted Teela as she made for the front gate house to the camp.
Five women dressed in similar fashion as Teela. These were the scouts, they had already been waiting for Teela as their squad commander approached Teela and saluted. She was a red headed woman with short hair tied back in a bun and freckles on her face.
“Captain.” She calmly said and smiled, bowing her head.
“Commander Catherine, I hope I did not keep your girls waiting for to long.”
“Not at all, I had them clean their weapons in preparation for today’s hunt int he down time…we are all honored for you to be joining us.” She says happily, the other four girls whispering and giggling to each other.
“Well…Shall we head out then commander?” Teela asked.
“Of course.” Catherine said and nodded to her four other units and they gates opened for them to leave.
The six stepped out of the gate, there was a dirt road that leads out down towards the great Norisca mountain ranges. Before they reached their, they had to go through the forest in front of the camp. The six intended to hunt in this wood.
They stalked through the woods, unfortunately they didn’t find anything for awhile, till a great antlered buck came into view. The six squatted down behind bushes. Catherine pointing at Teela to make the shot while pointing at one of the scouts, a pretty black haired girl named Ashley to go retrieve the deer after its shot.
Teela hugged the rifle to her shoulder, aiming it out from the cover of the bush, the iron barrel covered in mud to hide the glitter of the metal. Aiming down the sight she pulled the trigger, a great hiss came from the guns dish pan as it let out a loud roar as it fired.
The slug hissed towards the buck and as the slug made contact it whizzed right through it as if it was nothing. The great buck made a sudden leap from the sound of the gun shot and sprang off into the forest.
“Serra above!” cursed Ashley as she charged out fro the bushes and chased after her.
“Wait Ashley!” Shouted Catherine as she ran off. “Captain lets go after her.”
“I didn’t miss…” Teela said, stunned at what she saw.
“Captain we have to get Ashley anyway.” Catherine said and nodded, the five getting up to run after her.
The girls ran in-between the trees, yet there was no sight of the Ashley, soon they came out in view of a great bog, just sitting there in the middle of the forest, the five skidded to a halt. Out on the grimy water, standing right on top of it was the very deer they were hunting. And in plain view before them, the buck slowly poofed into a great plume of smoke.
The five looked around, whimpering in some fear, this wasn’t sitting right…Ashley was nowhere to be seen. They looked around before one of the girls called out. “Ashley! Come out please! Come out!” She shouted.
Suddenly form the bog bubbles rose up to pop at the surface before the water exploded upwards in a great rush, a giant mass of mud lifting itself into the air. It was a massive Earth Element*. Its hulking masculine form was gigantic, its whole body made of collections of wet mud. Bushes acted as hair and two large branches appeared as horns. Its mouth stretched to release a great roar. The five stared in horror as the beasts stomach wiggled around; indeed Ashley was its first victim.
“By Serra!” Catherine called out as her and her scouts stepped back.
Teela stared up with out fear towards the gigantic beast. Placing her rifle to the ground as she glared at the being. The creature hefted up its huge arm and made a great side swipe at the group.
The five immediately hugged the ground, feeling the giant wave of air blast over their heads as the beast missed. It quickly raised its other fist in the air and swung down with a hammer strike, smashing the ground as the Teela rolled away from it. She stared at this monster, she was lucky; the four girls behind her had no clue of how to slay it. Luckily the battle-priestess attached to her group told her of all monsters they would face. Like all elementals they had a summoning stone that the beast grew around. All she needed to do was destroy it…problem was the thing was located where the beast’s heart was…and the mud was too thick to neither shoot it, nor stab it…at least from the outside…
Teela leapt onto the monsters arm, running up it like a log, her boots nearly getting sucked into the monsters ‘flesh’ as she charged it. The elements great maw stretched out impossibly wide preparing to swallow her whole. Teela bit her bottom lip, sweat rolling down her brow…This was it, her make or break moment, leaping forward, she jumped right into the cavernous maw of the beast.
The beast’s mouth and throat was like walking into a wet, grimy cave, no warmth or breath, just a wet soggy cave. But it still pulsated and pulled like muscles would, forcing Teela down towards its stomach. She fought hard, traveling down it’s throat she put her boots up against the walls of the throat, slowly her decent, closing her eyes as her ears honed in for the sound of any beating.
Then suddenly it rang in her ears, a belated thump…thump…thump…It was intriguing, a creature that didn’t have any real organs had this beating ‘heart’. Putting all of her strength into stopping her decent, she drew her short sword and drove it straight into the mud wall, piercing through it with great effort. As the sword glided it, Teela felt it smash into a strong stone and with the power the thrust had it split the rock in two.
She breathed in a sigh as she felt the strength around her wavering and suddenly the whole thing collapsed, the walls of mud burying Teela and carrying her under the water. Teela struggled under the weight pushing and fighting around, moving towards where the beasts belly had been, pushing through to find Ashley, moving piles of mud only to find Ashley dead, covered in forest spiders that the element used to digest its prey.
The problem she still faced was getting out, fighting against the weight of all the mud above her, breaking through only to be blasted by the water above, swimming for freedom to as she broke the surface. She immediately felt four hands grab her shoulders and pull her from the water. She could hear countless war drums beating in the air as she gasped, climbing onto her feet, looking back to see Catherine and a scout dragging her.
*Earth Element-One of the many element breeds, these ones live in bogs, luring victims towards their dens to devour the women whole. It uses living spiders to digest it’s prey, using the enzymes the spiders leave behind to feed itself.
“Thank Serra you are safe Captain.”
“Catherine, I am fine, release me…I am afraid to report Ashley is finished.”
“Never mind that!” A scout shouted in her deepening fear.
“Ma’am its Dolivian’s, there marching right towards here and the camp…They must have heard the beast.” A scout said.
Teela shot her head right towards the scout. “How many? Have you seen them?” She asked.
Catherine replied. “No…We just know the sound of their war drums.”
“And from the sounds of things, there are at least twelve-hundred of them.”
…A Scouts ears were never wrong…
I hope some more people actually look T_T
It was a dark day when it happened, a day when all the light in the world seemed to fade when all hell seemed that it would rise from the earth to take what it craved…it was on this day great hero’s fought and died for their lands, for their families, for their loved ones.
Chapter 1
The island of Folora has never known peace. 1000 years ago it was the center of war between the dark elves and high elves. 800 years ago it was the location of Dwarven expansion only to be ravaged by a Dolivian invasion, seeing the extinction of the Dwarves. 400 years ago it was the sight of many battles between Dolivia and Medusa, ultimately blending the two country’s cultures. 200 years ago it became the prime example for Matilda to flex it’s newly made military muscle against its rivals Dolivia, Marial and Madusa.
And now a day’s it is the center of all four of the super powers warfare. Matilda, Dolivia, Marial and Madusa are always in a constant state of warfare and Folora sits in the middle of all the empires. Folora is rich in natural resources and great sources of magic. Each side craves the chance to claim their ancestor’s ancient relics to increase there power and to prove to their goddesses they are the strongest.
Battles have lightened, moving from huge battles with thousands of women battling each other, into a war where small mobile forces fought each other for isolated points or for inhabited villages.
About 20 miles form the nearest port city, laid a small camp of blazing red tents, surrounded by a wooden palisade. It was a military camp for the humans, women of Matilda. Fifty tents held ten women each, showing that it was an army of 500 girls there. Women visited black smiths to get their swords and axes sharpened, the girls with muskets were polishing them, and Matilda’s great engineers were working on maintaining three great cannons.
Matilda believed greatly in the new black powder weapons, the only super power besides Marial to use them. Many magic based powers, like Serenia or Madusa, despised using black powder weapons hating how they looked and how they sounded; a ugly weapon for ugly women…While the powers like Dolivia, loot the black power weapons, lacking the ability to actually make them.
In the center of the camp was a great tent, the captain’s tent. Inside a woman was sleeping on a red-silk hammock, enjoy the time she had to relax for she had war council with her sergeants at noon.
The woman asleep had short auburn hair that was groomed to be slated to the right with spikes. She had pretty silver piercings in her ears. She had on a beautiful red tunic with gold embroidery and a picture of a black griffon on her chest, the insignia of her home state Lacotia, right above her modest breasts. She had long, slender legs and a gorgeous physical physic.
This was Captain Teela Charleston, a woman of noble birth. Despite noble women’s image for being pretty girls (Which she was however) and for being bimbo’s (Which she wasn’t xD) Teela had broken that mold, proving that she was a valuable asset to any war band she was attached to. The Grand-Master-General Carmen Marie, the leader of the reconquista of Folora had attached her to this current band of women because of their great skill and veteran ability’s in combat.
Outside the tent stood two women guards, holding gleaming halberds. A long haired blonde woman wearing full plate armor, holding a sallet helmet under her armpit, trudged in the mud of the camp towards the tent, nodding her head towards the guards they relaxed and she stepped into the captain’s tent. The woman smiled, she was an amazingly beautiful woman with a hourglass figure. Setting her helmet on the table she walked over towards the sleeping captain, getting on a knee next to the captain in her hammock she reached out to swash her hair back.
“Hehe wake up captain, its morning.”
The captain snapped awake, pulling a jeweled dagger from underneath her pillow and brought it to the woman’s throat.
“Morning Teela…Pleasure to see you.” The blonde said non- chalantly and Teela lowered her dagger.
“Sergeant…you know better then to do that.”
“Please Captain, Sandra; we aren’t in battle yet so no need for such titles.” She said with a curt smile on her face.
“Sorry Sandra.” Teela said rolling form the hammock and onto her feet, cracking her back, looking over Sandra she smiled a bit and winked at her. Sandra and Teela have been best of friends since the days they served at the Military Scholora. They always played jokes on each other or flirt with each other to have fun. And jokes aside they worked well together, Sandra was the muscle, while Teela was the brains.
“Its no problem captain…Say shall we go get some chow? I’m starving, and sense we can’t eat any of our comrades I need a meal badly.” Sandra nodded.
“If you call the slop Cook Kristin makes a meal I’d almost join you…I was going to go out with the scouts to go hunt for some dear or forage for some fruits…Another day of eating ‘Matildan Grand Rations’” She says that with a bit of smite. “And I’m going to vomit so hard my ancestors will feel it in the dirt.”
Sandra couldn’t help but let out a low giggle as she stood back up. “Well get dressed more properly then…I myself am going to head to the chow-line, maybe talk it up with a couple of the girls, maybe coax one into my belly, it isn’t murder if their willing.” She said and giggled more, even Teela joined in.
“Don’t joke like that, I need all the women I can get…But you be careful either way, some of those girls from the Soleen work mines are twice as strong as you.”
As Sandra made for the exit she looked back and smiled. “Then they are twice the meal!”
Teela shook her head and smiled. “Silly girl.” She got up from bed and goes over to her closet, pulling out a leather vest, pulling it on she tied it tight around her breasts, smiling proudly. She walked over to her weapons rack, grabbing her iron short sword she slung it around her belt, along with the jeweled se had, the slung a rifle over her shoulder, with a pouch of powder and iron-balls.
Teela stepped out from her tent, saluting her guards, and walked through the camp, she had put on tough boots to get through the mud from the recent rain fall. She marched along, with out any guards, she had great faith I her woman that none would betray her, and they wouldn’t the woman that served under her loved and respected her. All the girls she passed saluted Teela as she made for the front gate house to the camp.
Five women dressed in similar fashion as Teela. These were the scouts, they had already been waiting for Teela as their squad commander approached Teela and saluted. She was a red headed woman with short hair tied back in a bun and freckles on her face.
“Captain.” She calmly said and smiled, bowing her head.
“Commander Catherine, I hope I did not keep your girls waiting for to long.”
“Not at all, I had them clean their weapons in preparation for today’s hunt int he down time…we are all honored for you to be joining us.” She says happily, the other four girls whispering and giggling to each other.
“Well…Shall we head out then commander?” Teela asked.
“Of course.” Catherine said and nodded to her four other units and they gates opened for them to leave.
The six stepped out of the gate, there was a dirt road that leads out down towards the great Norisca mountain ranges. Before they reached their, they had to go through the forest in front of the camp. The six intended to hunt in this wood.
They stalked through the woods, unfortunately they didn’t find anything for awhile, till a great antlered buck came into view. The six squatted down behind bushes. Catherine pointing at Teela to make the shot while pointing at one of the scouts, a pretty black haired girl named Ashley to go retrieve the deer after its shot.
Teela hugged the rifle to her shoulder, aiming it out from the cover of the bush, the iron barrel covered in mud to hide the glitter of the metal. Aiming down the sight she pulled the trigger, a great hiss came from the guns dish pan as it let out a loud roar as it fired.
The slug hissed towards the buck and as the slug made contact it whizzed right through it as if it was nothing. The great buck made a sudden leap from the sound of the gun shot and sprang off into the forest.
“Serra above!” cursed Ashley as she charged out fro the bushes and chased after her.
“Wait Ashley!” Shouted Catherine as she ran off. “Captain lets go after her.”
“I didn’t miss…” Teela said, stunned at what she saw.
“Captain we have to get Ashley anyway.” Catherine said and nodded, the five getting up to run after her.
The girls ran in-between the trees, yet there was no sight of the Ashley, soon they came out in view of a great bog, just sitting there in the middle of the forest, the five skidded to a halt. Out on the grimy water, standing right on top of it was the very deer they were hunting. And in plain view before them, the buck slowly poofed into a great plume of smoke.
The five looked around, whimpering in some fear, this wasn’t sitting right…Ashley was nowhere to be seen. They looked around before one of the girls called out. “Ashley! Come out please! Come out!” She shouted.
Suddenly form the bog bubbles rose up to pop at the surface before the water exploded upwards in a great rush, a giant mass of mud lifting itself into the air. It was a massive Earth Element*. Its hulking masculine form was gigantic, its whole body made of collections of wet mud. Bushes acted as hair and two large branches appeared as horns. Its mouth stretched to release a great roar. The five stared in horror as the beasts stomach wiggled around; indeed Ashley was its first victim.
“By Serra!” Catherine called out as her and her scouts stepped back.
Teela stared up with out fear towards the gigantic beast. Placing her rifle to the ground as she glared at the being. The creature hefted up its huge arm and made a great side swipe at the group.
The five immediately hugged the ground, feeling the giant wave of air blast over their heads as the beast missed. It quickly raised its other fist in the air and swung down with a hammer strike, smashing the ground as the Teela rolled away from it. She stared at this monster, she was lucky; the four girls behind her had no clue of how to slay it. Luckily the battle-priestess attached to her group told her of all monsters they would face. Like all elementals they had a summoning stone that the beast grew around. All she needed to do was destroy it…problem was the thing was located where the beast’s heart was…and the mud was too thick to neither shoot it, nor stab it…at least from the outside…
Teela leapt onto the monsters arm, running up it like a log, her boots nearly getting sucked into the monsters ‘flesh’ as she charged it. The elements great maw stretched out impossibly wide preparing to swallow her whole. Teela bit her bottom lip, sweat rolling down her brow…This was it, her make or break moment, leaping forward, she jumped right into the cavernous maw of the beast.
The beast’s mouth and throat was like walking into a wet, grimy cave, no warmth or breath, just a wet soggy cave. But it still pulsated and pulled like muscles would, forcing Teela down towards its stomach. She fought hard, traveling down it’s throat she put her boots up against the walls of the throat, slowly her decent, closing her eyes as her ears honed in for the sound of any beating.
Then suddenly it rang in her ears, a belated thump…thump…thump…It was intriguing, a creature that didn’t have any real organs had this beating ‘heart’. Putting all of her strength into stopping her decent, she drew her short sword and drove it straight into the mud wall, piercing through it with great effort. As the sword glided it, Teela felt it smash into a strong stone and with the power the thrust had it split the rock in two.
She breathed in a sigh as she felt the strength around her wavering and suddenly the whole thing collapsed, the walls of mud burying Teela and carrying her under the water. Teela struggled under the weight pushing and fighting around, moving towards where the beasts belly had been, pushing through to find Ashley, moving piles of mud only to find Ashley dead, covered in forest spiders that the element used to digest its prey.
The problem she still faced was getting out, fighting against the weight of all the mud above her, breaking through only to be blasted by the water above, swimming for freedom to as she broke the surface. She immediately felt four hands grab her shoulders and pull her from the water. She could hear countless war drums beating in the air as she gasped, climbing onto her feet, looking back to see Catherine and a scout dragging her.
*Earth Element-One of the many element breeds, these ones live in bogs, luring victims towards their dens to devour the women whole. It uses living spiders to digest it’s prey, using the enzymes the spiders leave behind to feed itself.
“Thank Serra you are safe Captain.”
“Catherine, I am fine, release me…I am afraid to report Ashley is finished.”
“Never mind that!” A scout shouted in her deepening fear.
“Ma’am its Dolivian’s, there marching right towards here and the camp…They must have heard the beast.” A scout said.
Teela shot her head right towards the scout. “How many? Have you seen them?” She asked.
Catherine replied. “No…We just know the sound of their war drums.”
“And from the sounds of things, there are at least twelve-hundred of them.”
…A Scouts ears were never wrong…
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by Pegadygor » Wed Dec 19, 2007 9:01 am
Just skimmed through it, seems enjoyable to read ^^
I will take a closer look when I have a tad more time
I will take a closer look when I have a tad more time
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I couldn't stop when I reached the actiony part
by Reiko » Sat Dec 22, 2007 4:43 am
Yay! I got it done! Here it is Chapter 2! I got it all done for you all! So those who are reading this keep looking cause I'm gonna work on Chapter 3!
Warning this story contains: VORE! OMG!
Lol no but there is Female eating Female stuff!
Chapter 2
The days of darkness and woe came lasted long. It was well known that the races of girls always fought each other, it was in these days that women learned that to survive…to have Serra Survive, they would have to band together and forsake prejudice.
The five girls ran at great speed, Teela was lagging behind from fatigue; she could look back and see the great marching of the Dolivians’. The Dolivians’ were proud and strong Dog women. Their pointed or floppy dog ears on their head were often obscured by long tangled hair. There tails always wagging with anticipation of battle or food.
These particular Dog-girls were much more barbaric looking then others. They had steel iron axes or maces. They wore leather armor or covered in furs, while more commonly they just ran naked. Some of the more prominent clan members wore metal armor crudely made.
Dolivians often travel in packs, and when these packs swell they become a war band, and when those war bands come together they make an army. This particular group of 1200 Dolivans would be considered a small pack.
The Dolivans have the numbers, hunger and skill to take over all of Serra, but they have no loyalty or allegiance. Not once in Dolivia’s history has the land mass ever been under the control of one leader. Every clan or tribe has separate history and culture, along with religion and fighting style. Often there will be one Dog-girl that would take the reigns and control several tribes at once to lead a large war, but this was just to plunder and eat.
The five soon broke through the tree line, making it back to the camp they noticed the fort was completely mobilized, apparently they must have seen the Dolivians charging over the mountains and prepared for their attack. Sandra was standing on the gate-house keep, next to the Battle Priestess Mariana.
Mariana was a tall, stout shouldered elf, her pointed ears jutting out from her long blonde haired head. She truly had glorious hair that was well kept and tied into a great braid down her back. She whore elegant armor from Serenia, an excerpt from the Serran religious text carved into the breast plate. She wielded a large, two handed sword
Seeing that their captain was safe the Matildan’s let out a cheer. Opening the gate just a sliver so the five could quickly run back into the fort. The group panted and groaned, needing to catch their breath. Sandra descended down the later to the gate house and runs over to Teela, hugging her tightly and smoothing her cheek with kisses.
“Thank Trea (Goddess of life) you are safe, Captain.” She said then crumbled her face. “Ugh you stick.”
“Shut up Sandra, where is my armor.” She snapped. Teela was in a pure business mood. She wasn’t in the mood for Sandra’s humor as she tried to wipe the mud off her body.
Two of the foot soldiers ran over with Teela’s armor, helping her into it. Meanwhile the drumming grew louder. The horde of Dog-girls stopping at the edge of the forest, staring out at the Matildan fort, tongues streaked across their lips as they anticipated a great meal ahead. Some of the dogs breaking into small fights between each other, they were all happy for this new battle.
The chieftain of the pack stepped out from the group. She was completely naked her tanned skin revealed to the world, she had a supple figure with large swelled breasts and nice hips. She had frizzy brown hair and black floppy ears. She had a pair of bright yellow eyes that surveyed the fortress. She wore only a fur cloak that hung behind her while in her right arm was a great two-handed, double-sided battle axe.
She raised her weapon into the air and let out a great battle-cry, her clan joining in the shout and screaming curses in their mangy speak. The three other powers resented the Dolivian language thinking it (And knowing) it was the ugliest sounding language on Serra.
Sandra and Teela ascended the gate house ladder. Teela walked over to Mariana who gave a salute to her dirty captain.
“Welcome back, Captain.” She said.
“Thank you, Madam.” She bowed. Teela was a very religious girl. Looking out at the shouting army beyond the wall and growled. “…They won’t charge just yet…They will try to get us scared first…I want muskets and archers on the wall and have the engineers move the cannons up to the gate…When the Dolivian’s bust through I want a three gun salute to Serra.” She said, and many of the girls giggled at the humorous comment.
Teela’s orders were carried out in quick order; the Matildan army was perfectly disciplined and never questioned an order they received. Teela turned to face her sergeants; all were gathered before her, along with Mariana.
“Alright…When they charge I want volley fire on them till they reach the hundred yard mark, then have independent fire…If they put up ladders I want bayonets fixed, but not until then, I don’t need my girls aims getting messed with…And if they bust through…I want Sandra’s, Mariana’s and Kel’s units to push the mutts back out.” She gave her orders and the five sergeants nodded, they each had one hundred girls to their bands, and the other two sergeants commanded the ranged units.
Teela went back down the ladder to join the gathered melee fighting women. The Matildan units had varied weapons, with swords, axes and war-hammers. Mariana’s infantry were from Serenia itself, Serenia and Matilda had a great alliance and fought side-by-side. These eleven warriors wore mail armor with white tunics over their armor, the teal ring embroidered into the tunics, the sign of the Serran Temple. (Much like the church) These women favored falchion blades and long spears.
The Dolivian’s outside had worked themselves into a great frenzy; a few of the dogs already had big bellies from devouring their own comrades. Their guts wiggling around in agitation, their was no care for fellow dog-girls in a tribe, to be redundant, it’s a dog-eat-dog society. Soon wooden siege weapons were brought up, crude wooden ladders and a hand carried battering-rams made form a large log that honed to a point. All the dog-girls that could get their hands on the ram did so; each mutt knew that the only way to break into the fort en masse was to knock that gate down. And they wanted in, badly!
A sergeant shouted out to Teela. “There making ready to charge Mam!” She called.
Teela nodded, grabbing a sallet helmet and fits it onto her head, drawing her sword and shield. All of the humans were nervous, they were facing an enemy more than twice their number and twice as brutal.
The Dog-girl Chieftain smiled proudly as she raised her axe in the air and let out her battle cry. “Usbol!” And the whole horde for Dogs cheered and surged forward.
The sergeants on the Matildan side ordered firing discipline, some of the girls were so afraid that they fired their muskets regardless, scoring some good shots…It was impossible to miss a Dolivian when they charged in such numbers.
“By Serra hold your fire or I’ll swallow you after the battle is done!” The sergeants cursed.
The wave of Dolvians’ charged closer, the sergeants then realized that it was time to fire, raising they’re hands and dropped them, “FIRE!” They shouted and the muskets roared, great plumes of smoke being released from the barrels as scores of Dog girls fell, but the horde just trampled over the dead as they ran right up to the wall, the ram smashing into the gate, sending splitters firing out on the opposite end.
“Serra protects us.” Mariana said as she bowed her head, kissing her sword.
Teela turned towards the priestess. “Mariana…A tale for us please…Make it a heroic message this time for the goddesses’ sake.” Teela ordered. Mariana was well known for picking the unhappiest Serran stories at the right time.
The priestess nodded, pulling up a great tome of Serra’s tome, (The equivalent to Earth’s Bible) it was covered in dried blood from battle. Opening up the crusty pages she started to let out a prayer of a great battle where a small elven army thwarted a army of Nagas five times there size.
“And Serra doth smiled upon her loyal followers ‘Go about and slay the heretics in my name’ She did whisper from her serene lips. And the elves did so, raising their spears to the heavens they charged into battle -CRASH!-, the winds of the goddesses at their backs as they smashed into the Nagas, -CRASH- slaying and devouring them with unnatural skill, Serra did truly bless these women….-CRASH!- It was believed Angels carried their swords into the enemy, it was a beautiful sight indeed…The tale of the battle for Long Bellow cavern will always be remembered -SMASH- that faith in Serra will make you will any battle.”
And when Mariana closed the pages, she looked up to see the battering ram point jutting out from the gate…The Dolivians’ were almost through. Ladders had been placed up against the fort, but thanks to the range of the bayonets and the musket fire, the Dogs were getting no where. Of course except through the front door, and with one more unsatisfying crunch had the ram split the two doors apart, the Dog’s dropping the ram right on the ground as they poured in. They salivated despite Teela’s descending arm. “FIRE!” She shouted and the cannons belched their projectiles, smashing into the ranks of Dolivians’ at point blank range, devastating the woman and mutilating them in horrible ways.
Yet despite getting shot with muskets and cannon, their numbers seemed unaffected as they swarmed into the fort. Teela drew her sword and raised it high. “For mighty Matilda and for Serra!” She shouts and the two armies ran into each other with a loud crash. The two sides fighting bitterly, it was close quarters and bloody fighting. Yet in the midst of it, girls were managing to devour each other. Teela was right in the thick of combat, leading from the front as she always does, slaying two Dolivians’ personally. Looking around she saw Mariana fighting sword against axe with the chieftain of the Dolivian army. She looked for Sandra and saw her a couple ranks back, her belly starting to swell out as a pair of Dog-girl legs were kicking outside of her ruby lips. Teela smiled at this, her forces were starting to push back the ranks of Dog-girls…Or so it appeared.
While Teela was fighting she was pushing forward while her soldiers were getting pushed back, the sheer weight of numbers for the Dolivian’s proving to have the upper hand. Teela looked around, watching Dog-girls swallowing her fellow soldiers, she immediately ran over to aid them, cutting down any mutt in her way to save her comrades.
She saved seven of her comrades before Matildan’s started to push forward towards them, Mariana struck the chieftain in the shoulder with her sword, making her fall back, the Dolivian’s giving up ground before regrouping. Teela and the group were still stuck behind the lines, fighting vigorously.
The eight in the group fought towards her soldiers, wanting to regroup when she felt a great smash of a mace hit her in the back of the head, her vision going dark before she fell face first into the ground. Teela slowly woke up seconds later to find a warm wet feeling covering her calves. Snapping awake she struggled around to see a wild Dog-girl swallowing its way up the captain’s legs! Teela could feel the dog’s maw working up her thighs. Screaming in fear Teela twisted forward to start punching at the dog’s forehead, bashing her harshly, the dog girl whining pathetically as it start to release it’s grip on Teela’s legs, pulling them out she spun around and tackled the dog-girl, forcing her down against the ground.
Teela grasped hold of the Dog’s wrists as she grinned at her. The dog stared up in horror as Teela mouth stretched out to swallow in the girls head! Teela preformed the perfect flip-flop. The captain’s warm maw enveloped the dog’s poor screaming head, her body writhing, punching weakly at Teela’s sides. Teela gulped hard, forcing the mutts head deep into the tight, hot tube of her throat, swelling her neck out. The Captain let out a choked swallowing, reaching up she had to undo her armor to let the bulge descend deeper into her body.
All around Teela her army was pushing up around her. They were wining; the initial strength for the Dolivian’s strength was waning.
This gave Teela the perfect chance to score herself a meal! The dog continued to struggle and squirm, begging for freedom in her twisted tongue, while Teela gulped in her shoulder, her drooling maw gripping onto her tightly as she slurps over the dog’s naked breasts, licking hungrily at the soft maw, tasting at the erect, pert nipples. The flesh tasted sublime as Teela groaned, heaving in gulp after gulp of the dog girl’s body. The body continued to squirm as Teela slurped in her belly then waist, her tongue lapping and toying with the puppy’s pussy and clit next.
The nameless mutt groaned as the pleasure built in her loins and her face is shoved right into the hot, humid belly of Teela’s gut. The walls churned hungrily around her while Teela slurped over her rump then legs next, slurping them down like delicious noodles. The dog slid down into the stomach completely. She punched and squirmed around in the belly. Teela’s stretchy tunic held her belly well, though the random bulges that went up from the Dog’s struggling could be easily seen.
Teela didn’t take the time to enjoy this (Right now that is), there was still a battle raging. Picking up her sword she charged right back into the fray.
There was no word in the Dolivian dictionary for the word ‘retreat’ but there was certainly the act. The clan was broken and morale was in tatters, the horde turning tail and running. The chieftain had dropped her weapon, holding her right arm where it bled from the sword slash. The chieftain snarled in great anger, she at least managed to sneak in two meals while retreating, her belly swelled out into a greater bulge, that made her escape a little difficult, having to kick the weight of two girls struggling in her belly as she ran.
The Matildan’s let out a great cry of victory…before they realized the horror of the battle. There were countless bodies…elves, dogs and humans. Mariana gave a blessing to each of the fallen. Teela groaned as she let out a loud, crude belch, massaging her belly as the dog trapped inside was getting a bath in the captain’s digestive acids, her skin reddening as the burning agitation began to consume her body. Many of the Dolivian dead had large bellies. Sandra looked at the groups of girls that were about to release there friends from the belly.
“Careful…Remember the mutts ate some of their own…I saw once on a battle field where we fought cat girls, a comrade cut open a belly to let out a friend, turned out it was a cat-girl inside of the other cat and she was eaten…Hehe I had to cut her out afterwards.” Sandra said humorously, while the girls gulped and began the careful task of freeing people from the stomachs.
Teela sat down on a stool outside one of the tents, hanging her head low as she panted for breath. Mariana walked over to her, placing a caring hand on her shoulder. “You did well captain…We would have lost if not for your charisma.” She said and giggled a bit.
“Too many…I already know Mariana…To many died today.” She said between her breaths. “I want a tally of the girls killed or devoured by noon for the annual Sergeants meeting…understood?” She asked.
“Yes, Mam…You should get that checked out though…here lean your head out.”
Teela was bleeding form the back of her head from the strike she received. Mariana placed a hand on it, her palm starting to glow a white light. Mariana lipped a small chant to conjure the spirits to activate this healing spell to repair the wound.
Teela sighed at the cool feeling of the spell healing her head. When it was done she looked up to see a Matildan soldier running over to the captain. The girl sighed heavily as she looked over at her captain.
“Easy girl, what is it.” Teela asks.
“Your not gonna believe it! They are here!” She suddenly shouted, a wide smile on her face.
They?
Warning this story contains: VORE! OMG!
Lol no but there is Female eating Female stuff!
Chapter 2
The days of darkness and woe came lasted long. It was well known that the races of girls always fought each other, it was in these days that women learned that to survive…to have Serra Survive, they would have to band together and forsake prejudice.
The five girls ran at great speed, Teela was lagging behind from fatigue; she could look back and see the great marching of the Dolivians’. The Dolivians’ were proud and strong Dog women. Their pointed or floppy dog ears on their head were often obscured by long tangled hair. There tails always wagging with anticipation of battle or food.
These particular Dog-girls were much more barbaric looking then others. They had steel iron axes or maces. They wore leather armor or covered in furs, while more commonly they just ran naked. Some of the more prominent clan members wore metal armor crudely made.
Dolivians often travel in packs, and when these packs swell they become a war band, and when those war bands come together they make an army. This particular group of 1200 Dolivans would be considered a small pack.
The Dolivans have the numbers, hunger and skill to take over all of Serra, but they have no loyalty or allegiance. Not once in Dolivia’s history has the land mass ever been under the control of one leader. Every clan or tribe has separate history and culture, along with religion and fighting style. Often there will be one Dog-girl that would take the reigns and control several tribes at once to lead a large war, but this was just to plunder and eat.
The five soon broke through the tree line, making it back to the camp they noticed the fort was completely mobilized, apparently they must have seen the Dolivians charging over the mountains and prepared for their attack. Sandra was standing on the gate-house keep, next to the Battle Priestess Mariana.
Mariana was a tall, stout shouldered elf, her pointed ears jutting out from her long blonde haired head. She truly had glorious hair that was well kept and tied into a great braid down her back. She whore elegant armor from Serenia, an excerpt from the Serran religious text carved into the breast plate. She wielded a large, two handed sword
Seeing that their captain was safe the Matildan’s let out a cheer. Opening the gate just a sliver so the five could quickly run back into the fort. The group panted and groaned, needing to catch their breath. Sandra descended down the later to the gate house and runs over to Teela, hugging her tightly and smoothing her cheek with kisses.
“Thank Trea (Goddess of life) you are safe, Captain.” She said then crumbled her face. “Ugh you stick.”
“Shut up Sandra, where is my armor.” She snapped. Teela was in a pure business mood. She wasn’t in the mood for Sandra’s humor as she tried to wipe the mud off her body.
Two of the foot soldiers ran over with Teela’s armor, helping her into it. Meanwhile the drumming grew louder. The horde of Dog-girls stopping at the edge of the forest, staring out at the Matildan fort, tongues streaked across their lips as they anticipated a great meal ahead. Some of the dogs breaking into small fights between each other, they were all happy for this new battle.
The chieftain of the pack stepped out from the group. She was completely naked her tanned skin revealed to the world, she had a supple figure with large swelled breasts and nice hips. She had frizzy brown hair and black floppy ears. She had a pair of bright yellow eyes that surveyed the fortress. She wore only a fur cloak that hung behind her while in her right arm was a great two-handed, double-sided battle axe.
She raised her weapon into the air and let out a great battle-cry, her clan joining in the shout and screaming curses in their mangy speak. The three other powers resented the Dolivian language thinking it (And knowing) it was the ugliest sounding language on Serra.
Sandra and Teela ascended the gate house ladder. Teela walked over to Mariana who gave a salute to her dirty captain.
“Welcome back, Captain.” She said.
“Thank you, Madam.” She bowed. Teela was a very religious girl. Looking out at the shouting army beyond the wall and growled. “…They won’t charge just yet…They will try to get us scared first…I want muskets and archers on the wall and have the engineers move the cannons up to the gate…When the Dolivian’s bust through I want a three gun salute to Serra.” She said, and many of the girls giggled at the humorous comment.
Teela’s orders were carried out in quick order; the Matildan army was perfectly disciplined and never questioned an order they received. Teela turned to face her sergeants; all were gathered before her, along with Mariana.
“Alright…When they charge I want volley fire on them till they reach the hundred yard mark, then have independent fire…If they put up ladders I want bayonets fixed, but not until then, I don’t need my girls aims getting messed with…And if they bust through…I want Sandra’s, Mariana’s and Kel’s units to push the mutts back out.” She gave her orders and the five sergeants nodded, they each had one hundred girls to their bands, and the other two sergeants commanded the ranged units.
Teela went back down the ladder to join the gathered melee fighting women. The Matildan units had varied weapons, with swords, axes and war-hammers. Mariana’s infantry were from Serenia itself, Serenia and Matilda had a great alliance and fought side-by-side. These eleven warriors wore mail armor with white tunics over their armor, the teal ring embroidered into the tunics, the sign of the Serran Temple. (Much like the church) These women favored falchion blades and long spears.
The Dolivian’s outside had worked themselves into a great frenzy; a few of the dogs already had big bellies from devouring their own comrades. Their guts wiggling around in agitation, their was no care for fellow dog-girls in a tribe, to be redundant, it’s a dog-eat-dog society. Soon wooden siege weapons were brought up, crude wooden ladders and a hand carried battering-rams made form a large log that honed to a point. All the dog-girls that could get their hands on the ram did so; each mutt knew that the only way to break into the fort en masse was to knock that gate down. And they wanted in, badly!
A sergeant shouted out to Teela. “There making ready to charge Mam!” She called.
Teela nodded, grabbing a sallet helmet and fits it onto her head, drawing her sword and shield. All of the humans were nervous, they were facing an enemy more than twice their number and twice as brutal.
The Dog-girl Chieftain smiled proudly as she raised her axe in the air and let out her battle cry. “Usbol!” And the whole horde for Dogs cheered and surged forward.
The sergeants on the Matildan side ordered firing discipline, some of the girls were so afraid that they fired their muskets regardless, scoring some good shots…It was impossible to miss a Dolivian when they charged in such numbers.
“By Serra hold your fire or I’ll swallow you after the battle is done!” The sergeants cursed.
The wave of Dolvians’ charged closer, the sergeants then realized that it was time to fire, raising they’re hands and dropped them, “FIRE!” They shouted and the muskets roared, great plumes of smoke being released from the barrels as scores of Dog girls fell, but the horde just trampled over the dead as they ran right up to the wall, the ram smashing into the gate, sending splitters firing out on the opposite end.
“Serra protects us.” Mariana said as she bowed her head, kissing her sword.
Teela turned towards the priestess. “Mariana…A tale for us please…Make it a heroic message this time for the goddesses’ sake.” Teela ordered. Mariana was well known for picking the unhappiest Serran stories at the right time.
The priestess nodded, pulling up a great tome of Serra’s tome, (The equivalent to Earth’s Bible) it was covered in dried blood from battle. Opening up the crusty pages she started to let out a prayer of a great battle where a small elven army thwarted a army of Nagas five times there size.
“And Serra doth smiled upon her loyal followers ‘Go about and slay the heretics in my name’ She did whisper from her serene lips. And the elves did so, raising their spears to the heavens they charged into battle -CRASH!-, the winds of the goddesses at their backs as they smashed into the Nagas, -CRASH- slaying and devouring them with unnatural skill, Serra did truly bless these women….-CRASH!- It was believed Angels carried their swords into the enemy, it was a beautiful sight indeed…The tale of the battle for Long Bellow cavern will always be remembered -SMASH- that faith in Serra will make you will any battle.”
And when Mariana closed the pages, she looked up to see the battering ram point jutting out from the gate…The Dolivians’ were almost through. Ladders had been placed up against the fort, but thanks to the range of the bayonets and the musket fire, the Dogs were getting no where. Of course except through the front door, and with one more unsatisfying crunch had the ram split the two doors apart, the Dog’s dropping the ram right on the ground as they poured in. They salivated despite Teela’s descending arm. “FIRE!” She shouted and the cannons belched their projectiles, smashing into the ranks of Dolivians’ at point blank range, devastating the woman and mutilating them in horrible ways.
Yet despite getting shot with muskets and cannon, their numbers seemed unaffected as they swarmed into the fort. Teela drew her sword and raised it high. “For mighty Matilda and for Serra!” She shouts and the two armies ran into each other with a loud crash. The two sides fighting bitterly, it was close quarters and bloody fighting. Yet in the midst of it, girls were managing to devour each other. Teela was right in the thick of combat, leading from the front as she always does, slaying two Dolivians’ personally. Looking around she saw Mariana fighting sword against axe with the chieftain of the Dolivian army. She looked for Sandra and saw her a couple ranks back, her belly starting to swell out as a pair of Dog-girl legs were kicking outside of her ruby lips. Teela smiled at this, her forces were starting to push back the ranks of Dog-girls…Or so it appeared.
While Teela was fighting she was pushing forward while her soldiers were getting pushed back, the sheer weight of numbers for the Dolivian’s proving to have the upper hand. Teela looked around, watching Dog-girls swallowing her fellow soldiers, she immediately ran over to aid them, cutting down any mutt in her way to save her comrades.
She saved seven of her comrades before Matildan’s started to push forward towards them, Mariana struck the chieftain in the shoulder with her sword, making her fall back, the Dolivian’s giving up ground before regrouping. Teela and the group were still stuck behind the lines, fighting vigorously.
The eight in the group fought towards her soldiers, wanting to regroup when she felt a great smash of a mace hit her in the back of the head, her vision going dark before she fell face first into the ground. Teela slowly woke up seconds later to find a warm wet feeling covering her calves. Snapping awake she struggled around to see a wild Dog-girl swallowing its way up the captain’s legs! Teela could feel the dog’s maw working up her thighs. Screaming in fear Teela twisted forward to start punching at the dog’s forehead, bashing her harshly, the dog girl whining pathetically as it start to release it’s grip on Teela’s legs, pulling them out she spun around and tackled the dog-girl, forcing her down against the ground.
Teela grasped hold of the Dog’s wrists as she grinned at her. The dog stared up in horror as Teela mouth stretched out to swallow in the girls head! Teela preformed the perfect flip-flop. The captain’s warm maw enveloped the dog’s poor screaming head, her body writhing, punching weakly at Teela’s sides. Teela gulped hard, forcing the mutts head deep into the tight, hot tube of her throat, swelling her neck out. The Captain let out a choked swallowing, reaching up she had to undo her armor to let the bulge descend deeper into her body.
All around Teela her army was pushing up around her. They were wining; the initial strength for the Dolivian’s strength was waning.
This gave Teela the perfect chance to score herself a meal! The dog continued to struggle and squirm, begging for freedom in her twisted tongue, while Teela gulped in her shoulder, her drooling maw gripping onto her tightly as she slurps over the dog’s naked breasts, licking hungrily at the soft maw, tasting at the erect, pert nipples. The flesh tasted sublime as Teela groaned, heaving in gulp after gulp of the dog girl’s body. The body continued to squirm as Teela slurped in her belly then waist, her tongue lapping and toying with the puppy’s pussy and clit next.
The nameless mutt groaned as the pleasure built in her loins and her face is shoved right into the hot, humid belly of Teela’s gut. The walls churned hungrily around her while Teela slurped over her rump then legs next, slurping them down like delicious noodles. The dog slid down into the stomach completely. She punched and squirmed around in the belly. Teela’s stretchy tunic held her belly well, though the random bulges that went up from the Dog’s struggling could be easily seen.
Teela didn’t take the time to enjoy this (Right now that is), there was still a battle raging. Picking up her sword she charged right back into the fray.
There was no word in the Dolivian dictionary for the word ‘retreat’ but there was certainly the act. The clan was broken and morale was in tatters, the horde turning tail and running. The chieftain had dropped her weapon, holding her right arm where it bled from the sword slash. The chieftain snarled in great anger, she at least managed to sneak in two meals while retreating, her belly swelled out into a greater bulge, that made her escape a little difficult, having to kick the weight of two girls struggling in her belly as she ran.
The Matildan’s let out a great cry of victory…before they realized the horror of the battle. There were countless bodies…elves, dogs and humans. Mariana gave a blessing to each of the fallen. Teela groaned as she let out a loud, crude belch, massaging her belly as the dog trapped inside was getting a bath in the captain’s digestive acids, her skin reddening as the burning agitation began to consume her body. Many of the Dolivian dead had large bellies. Sandra looked at the groups of girls that were about to release there friends from the belly.
“Careful…Remember the mutts ate some of their own…I saw once on a battle field where we fought cat girls, a comrade cut open a belly to let out a friend, turned out it was a cat-girl inside of the other cat and she was eaten…Hehe I had to cut her out afterwards.” Sandra said humorously, while the girls gulped and began the careful task of freeing people from the stomachs.
Teela sat down on a stool outside one of the tents, hanging her head low as she panted for breath. Mariana walked over to her, placing a caring hand on her shoulder. “You did well captain…We would have lost if not for your charisma.” She said and giggled a bit.
“Too many…I already know Mariana…To many died today.” She said between her breaths. “I want a tally of the girls killed or devoured by noon for the annual Sergeants meeting…understood?” She asked.
“Yes, Mam…You should get that checked out though…here lean your head out.”
Teela was bleeding form the back of her head from the strike she received. Mariana placed a hand on it, her palm starting to glow a white light. Mariana lipped a small chant to conjure the spirits to activate this healing spell to repair the wound.
Teela sighed at the cool feeling of the spell healing her head. When it was done she looked up to see a Matildan soldier running over to the captain. The girl sighed heavily as she looked over at her captain.
“Easy girl, what is it.” Teela asks.
“Your not gonna believe it! They are here!” She suddenly shouted, a wide smile on her face.
They?
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Well I spent all day working on Chapter three and put the finishing touches on it today! So here it is Chapter three!
Word of warning! There is a pretty brutal fight scene and scat in this chapter! I have a warning of the scat if you are not interested in that stuff
Chapter 3
In the days of dark, great armies were amassed, only to be brushed aside like heaps of leaves. The darkness consumed them, women never to be seen in the world again, heroes, villains, innocent ones, the darkness consumed them all.
There were two gates to the fort, the one in the east which the Dolivians’ politely opened and the one in the north that opened to let in a true army. The army numbered 2500, most stayed outside the fort, while a small contingent of the army marched in, they wore checkerboard colored shirts under their armor. It was red and white, the two prominent colors of the Capital of Matilda itself. The banner they waved was that of the Empress’s personal army, a great flaming phoenix over a burning anvil. These women were tough looking, but had such a serene beauty with them. Womanly knights strode on horse back, wielding great lances. While foot soldiers held beautifully crafted shields and swords, along with custom made pistols and muskets.
Behind the column of Human warriors was an equally large column of elven warriors, they wore tall metal helmets and great white cloaks over their thin, yet strong armor. These women were the personal guard of a Elven Matriarch. The woman had beautiful figures, and the armor they wore fit tightly around them, giving off great emphasis to their bountiful beauty.
Behind them were rag-tag looking girls, they were pretty but lacked the elegance of the two greater columns, they looked like simple fighters.
Teela was awestruck that these magnificent and legendary cores of units were straddling into this dirty, blood smeared camp. The leader of the Human unit, a gorgeous woman with a lovely chest and wide hips climbed down from her warhorse. She had a soft looking face with sparkling green eyes. She had short red hair that was styled to spike off to the right side of her face. She walked over to Teela, the woman instantly telling, by the way Teela was dressed and solemn, that she was in charge of this fort.
“Captain Teela, I assume.” The woman said, crossing her arms beneath her bosom.
Teela bowed humbly and saluted immediately afterwards. “That is right, Ma’am.” She said nervously, feeling that didn’t sound too formal.
The woman smiled and saluted back. “I’m Grand Marshal Amelia Denton, leader of the 3rd Empress legion…” She paused looking around at the battle ground and sighed. “And I wish I could have come sooner…Many lives could have been saved.”
Teela shook her head. “I am humbled by your care, Grand Marshal.” She said blushing hotly.
The Marshal sighed once more, shaking her head. “I feel guilty now that I must bring this information…Please gather your sergeants, I have briefing of a situation of the highest concern.”
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Meanwhile, the horde of dog-girls was receding back over the Norisca Mountains. The hound’s camp was up there, their crude tents made of raw hide were littered all over the peak. They didn’t even take the time to set up any defenses, and there were hundreds more of the dogs then went to attack the fort, in the camp as the beaten army marched back in.
The Chieftain husked heavily, she breathed in deep lung fulls of air, her large chest rising and falling with each breath. She looked around, growling at the wound she had on her shoulder.
“Shaman! Where is my damn Shaman?!” She cursed in her speak as she looked around at her scared warriors.
The hounds were afraid of the wrath of an angry chieftain as an old, wrinkled dog-girl pushed her way through the crowds of dog girls. The chieftain sighed as she leaned up against a large rock, her enormous belly was still screaming and thrashing around as two girls were still trapped in there. The stomach swelled and churned as acids were pouring in on the poor girls, the two were young elves from Mariana’s unit, there white tunics starting to disintegrate right off their body as the acids worked on their flesh with horrible speed, Dolivian’s had monstrously strong belly, with in half an hour the two would just be fat on the Chieftains already large breasts.
The old-hag of a dog placed her hands on the wound, the chieftain snarled at the stinging pain. The hag grabbed a bowl of this thick herbalist paste and smeared it over the wound, slowly it would heal the wound. The dog girls were very in touch with the earth…well the ones that weren’t all about fighting…Many of the Dolivian mages were experts in earth magic and advanced herbalists, praying to the earth goddess Diya daily.
“Easy young one, this wound will take an hour to heal properly…” The Shaman said and nods. The Chieftain growling slowly settled as she gave the Shaman a great hug.
“Thank you, Earth-Speaker…” She said and leaned back, looking at her horde of warriors, also seeing the other clan she stationed with and was in command of.
The chieftain of this second clan stepped out. She had long brown hair that was neatly straightened; her long pointed brown ears were jutted out in some agitation. She wore a leather vest and a short furred skirt. She looked over towards the head Chieftain.
“Anneliese! You worthless cunt, you come back defeated!” She shouts.
Anneliese grunted. “You will not take that tone with me, Birgit! I will have you swimming in my stomach like these two elves here if you don’t bite your tongue and bite it hard! Your chieftain commands it!” The Chieftain snapped.
Brigit, the accusing Chieftain snarled. “You maybe have beaten me in a Denkiko, but I will never call you my chieftain!” She shouts. “You return with only five hundred women and a wound on your arm….You have lost your edge and you’re not even twenty five!” She spat.
Anneliese snarled, she wished she didn’t leave her axe back at the fort, cause she wanted to clove Birgit’s face in. “You think you can lead this pack better! Then say it too my face! Say Denkiko…And I swear this time I will take more then your clan!”
Birgit moved her head back defensively as the shorter chieftain intimidated her. Anneliese smiled and turned her back, she knew she had already one, starting to walk away her ear flopped as the word floated into her ear. “Denkiko….” Birgit said.
Denkiko is the ritualistic duel between two chieftains, it was a bare fight, two naked women wrestling to either beat or eat their opponent to take claim of their clan or honor.
Birgit said it again louder. “Denkiko!” She shouts. All of the dog-girls perked up their ears as they looked towards the Chieftains, slowly walking over to make the ritualistic circle around the two.
“I won’t lose to some daggen (Dolivian for Floppy) whore like you!” She cursed.
To call a dog girl a daggen was far worse then calling her a cunt fifty times. Floppy eared dog girls were often ridiculed for the less prominent, domestic ears. They lacked the wolf like ears that many other dog-girls had. Sense the dog-girls were descendants of the fierce wolf-girls, some retained their pointy ears while more homely dogs had floppy ears. To have floppy ears was already making a genetic inferior in some Dog-girls eyes.
Anneliese threw her cloak off and growled. “Your dead…No one will ever call me that, never in my presence!”
Birgit tore off her clothes and grinned, hunching down prepared to fight Anneliese…Birgit already knew she had the advantage, Anneliese is tired from fighting, still had the weight of two elves in her belly, and had a wounded shoulder. The two clans began to chant the names of their chieftains.
Birgit made the first move, pouncing for Anneliese who rolled out of the way, grunting as she rolled onto her bad shoulder, some blood welling from the pasted wound. Birgit rebounded and made a second pounce and when Anneliese was concentrating on her pain, Birgit forced herself on top of the dog-girl and her belly. One of Birgit’s thumbs dug into the reopened wound of Annaliese’s shoulder, making the younger dog growled and squirm around underneath Birgit.
“Squirm, daggen….Cause that’s all your goin---“ Birgit only got that last bit of words out before Anneliese threw her head upwards, and slammed her forehead into Birgit’s nose!
Anneliese’s stood back up once Birgit flopped off of her, holding her bleeding nose. Grabbing Birgit’s right arm by the wrist and yanked her up into a constricting bear-hug. “Your clan is mine you whore!” She said as she suddenly forced the girls head into her tight, hot maw, her canine fangs sinking into Birgit’s neck painfully. The poor doomed dog girl struggled, deciding to attack Anneliese’s shoulder again, punching at the wound. But the more pain Birgit gave, the angrier Anneliese got and the more of Birgit she gulped in. Soon Anneliese was swallowing in her shoulders and breasts, licking at those breasts hungrily. Birgit’s large breast released a small bit of warm milk as Anneliese groaned at the wonderful flavor, her hunger blocking out all pain.
Birgit’s clan fell silent as they stared in horror as their chieftain was devoured. Anneliese slurped in Birgit’s belly next, her throat and stomach swelling out. Birgit’s face was shoved into the blood and acid filled stomach, the solid chunks of elves still stuck in the stomach as Birgit’s face stung already from the acids that she was drowning in with just her face in the gut. Birgit screamed auditable as Anneliese started licking at her pussy, embarrassing and torturing Birgit in the most disgusting way.
Birgit was forced to suck in breath of stomach acids that corroded her own throat and soon the dog’s legs kicked…then settled as she died of suffocation. Anneliese still took her time, licking at the pussy for awhile more before she gulped down the lifeless legs, her belly swelling out that much more with the carcass of the dog-girl, her stomach swelling out as Birgit’s outline could be seen in it.
Anneliese let out an acrid belch as she pointed towards the ranks of the rival clan. “You are all now my possessions! You will fight when I say and die when I say!” She said before collapsing onto her knees, the Shaman and several of her clan members running over to help her up and lead her back to her tent. Once inside, Anneliese sat back on some furred padded as she relaxed, her belly digesting her meals aggressively. The Shaman went over to clean the wound again and sighed.
“I’m happy you are safe, young one…but you push yourself to hard.” She whispered.
A fellow clanswoman stepped into the tent and bowed. “Mistress!...Scouts have reported a small of Naga’s that have been running…They are staying at one of the peeks of this very mountain a few miles to the south.” She said, bowing humbly.
Anneliese grabbed a clay jar filled with wine, drinking heavily from it as she looked at the mutt. “Well…then I want this band ready to attack them…how many of the mongrels are there?” She asked.
“Um twenty nagas, Ma’am.” She lowered her head further, daring not to make eye-contact.
Anneliese laughed. “Then gather forty of my best warriors and tell them to meet me here in twenty minutes…I need time to digest my prize.” She says, placing a hand on her belly as it processed Birgit and the elves into a thick soup.
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Teela gathered her sergeants into her tent, it was a shame, there were now only four sergeants under Teela. Sergeant Kel was cut down by an axe to the neck in the battle…Serra saw fit to not make her suffer at least.
Mariana placed a hand on Teela’s shoulder. “Are you alright Captain?” She asked. Teela shook her head, she felt sick…and it wasn’t because the dog-girl that was still digesting in her pregnant looking belly.
The Grand-Marshal stepped in with an elegant looking Elf behind her. The Elf was tall and slender, she had a nice bust and had a supple sway in her steps. She wore an elegant crown on her head. Mariana instantly knew it was an Elven Matriarch, the political and religious leaders of Serenia, there were eleven Matriarchs’ in command of Serenia. Mariana immediately got on her knee’s and bowed to her.
“Arise, Priestess.” She said her voice soft and lovely.
“Everyone, this is Matriach Diane, on behalf of the State of Marconia-Serenia”
The Matriarch bowed, the room was silent as she spoke. “The Grand-Marshal and I are on a mission…We received a letter that read that Matriarch Diodora, who came here to hunt Nagas, has found a group of twenty cultists…These women have…Some sort of powerful artifact…” She said. Mariana’s eyes went wide…She knew something…
Amelia nodded. “In addition, while the Matriarch was chasing them, her, and her army, were chased into a castle by an army of cat-girls…Now that castle isn’t going to last long and we need all the girls we can get…All I am asking for is a hundred girls and for you to come.” Amelia pointed at Teela, who let out a surprised squeak.
“You want…Me?” She said, stunned.
Teela and Diane both nod. “Yes and Mariana too.” Diane said.
Mariana lifted her head. “Yes…I understand…We must get my sister.” She said. Teela and Sandra both lifted their eye brows, looking at each other, then at Mariana.
“The Council (Serenia’s house of parliament and church pretty much) wished that you help in the adding of freeing your sister.” Diane said.
Then Amelia added. “And General Carmen Marie has had nothing but good things to say about you, Teela…And I need someone to lead my girls from the Heroes and Warriors guilds.”
Teela and Mariana both felt a degree of embarrassment getting talked about in such ways. Sandra giggled and looked at the two.
“Captain Teela…I volunteer my unit to go, there are seventy of us left …It is my duty to Serenia to march an army to help a matriarch….” She nods.
“Let me come too captain….I’ll take thirty of my best girls to make it one hundred.” Sandra said with a bright smile.
Teela nodded to them both. “Alright, go get them Sandra…” She nods.
Amelia and Diane nod to each other, Diane steps out to join her army. Teela meeped as her stomach, which was now just a mere bulge, let out a small growl. She had to go to the bathroom badly.
“What about this fort here?” Teela asked Amelia.
“I already sent word to the General to send reinforcements here, along with some engineers to fix the gate…these women will be fine.”
Teela nodded, blushing a bit as she wiggled around, holding her belly.
“I’m happy you will accompany us…The enemy we are facing will number us equally…This will be a interesting battle…I have a thousand women under me, one thousand elves from Diane, now a hundred from you and five hundred from the guilds….I woluld like for you to assume command of the guild troops.” She smiled, looking Teela over. “And please go to the bathroom, you look like a little kid wiggling there.”
Teela blushed hotly and nodded. “It would be my honor to lead them…And…My apologies…Excuse me” She said and stepped out of the tent.
(Scat Warning!)
Teela walked over to the outhouses over in the distance, running into one she shut the door and latched it shut, sitting down on the seat she sighed heavily. Pulling down hr laced panties she sat down on the wooden hole opening. From under the seat it wreaked of previous meals now passed. Teela was about to add to the pile and she grunted heavily.
Teela’s soft rump was pressed firmly against the opening as she grunted and groaned, her belly growling loudly as it churned, forcing the fecal matter towards her anus, pushing the opening to let the great, large clumps of brown matter splatter into the pile of other shit.
The fetid remains of the digested dog-girl fell in great logs, bits and pieces of bones imbedded into the thick logs, along with strands of hair that was once on the Mutt’s head. The rains piled up in a giant tin-bucket that was underneath the outhouse. Teela sighed happily as she stood up and looked back at her own shit with glee.
Luckily at this time in Serran history, toilet paper was invented and she ripped off plenty of squares to wipe her pretty little butt clean.
She opened up the door with a smile, her belly not completely flat again and her breasts having a new bounce to them.
(This was just a test, the Feces is over!)
Teela stepped out of the camp where the huge army had assembled, heading towards the women that Mariana and Sandra assembled. In addition Amelia ordered the five hundred other girls over to join them. Six hundred women looked over at her. The women from the guilds looked completely different from each other, some were humans, some were elves, there were even a couple dog-girls and cat-girls in the group. They had no uniform colors or equipment. Each was an independent fighter hired into this band.
The representatives of the guilds stood up, both were humans, one had ebony white hair with a lovely figure. The other was a short green haired girl with plumper form.
The two salute towards Teela. “Captain Fiona, of the heroes’ guild for Nordshire.” Said the white haired girl. While the plump girl saluted too. “I’m captain of the Warrior guild mercs…I’m Tanya.”
“Captain Teela, I guess I will be leading you girls.” She nods.
They nod and smiled. “We are humbled…” said Fiona as she looked Teela over, blushing a bit at her beauty.
Amelia saddled up on her steed as she raised her sword, the blade was glowing a blue aura. The blade was imbued with magical elven runes, giving it magical powers. These weapons came from any skilled mage.
“Alright! Lets set out everyone! To Stone-Watch Castle!” Amelia said and the great army marched down a path to the south.
An hour later…
Teela had spent a lot of time talking with the various soldiers she was around with, talking with the mercs was most interesting, hearing tales from the lands like Marial and Dolivia truly interested her. Teela loved all stories and information of things from different cultures, she had an un-satiable urge for adventure, which lead her to the army in the first place.
Sandra looked around for Teela, walking over to her she smiled. “Heya Teela, you enjoying this so far?”
Teela looked at Sandra quite dumbfounded by the question. “Enjoying a march to war?” She asked.
“Yeah…I mean I have been waiting to go eat some cat-girls again…I’m starving!’
“Sandra…You just ate some dog-girls, what the heck?!’
Sandra waved a hand. “So what, it was a mangy one, she lasted thirty minutes in my belly before I had to poop her out….” She said then blinked a bit, nuzzling up against Teela suddenly, hugging her happily. “Hehehe Maybe I should eat you up instead!” She said playfully.
Teela blushed at the hug and the comment, gently elbowing Sandra. “Hehehe I might eat you for insubordination then, Sandra dear.” That was a lame joke Teela always used to combat Sandra’s jokes of eating her.
Sandra blinks a bit and rolls her eyes. “No sense of humor.” She said and smiled a bit.
Teela looked deeply at Sandra, she had many fond memory’s of Sandra. They both came from the same city-state Lacotia, in truth they were friends even before the training. Teela liked to play with Sandra when she was a little girl, sense Sandra was just a simple farm girl and she was a noble, she liked seeing how a normal person lived. Teela even had some early relationships with Sandra the two dating at a young age (It being there first dates)…But once they got into the military, they had to forsake love to become strong warriors. Now out fo the Military Scholora, the two now have there fun playing around, doing jokes, fighting battles and some times even have sex (Of course sex on Serra is more about friendship and fun then procreation.)
Looking over at Mariana, Teela smiled a bit herself. She didn’t know much about Mariana, (Still doesn’t!) the two met when Mariana’s unit was connected to her’s and really didn’t get formally introduced till Mariana saved her from a rather hungry naga. The two hit it off right afterwards, enjoying to talk to each other about day-to-day things and often prayed to the goddesses together. Teela didn’t know anything about the elf’s past and she is still quite shocked to find out that this Elf Battle-Priestess is the sister to one of the highest officials in Serenia.
Teela then thought why was a Matriarch even here…she understands why Diane was here…Wait, how did she get here so fast? She thinks suddenly. If the Matriarch was just surrounded, how did Diane get here from Serenia that quickly? She must have already been here…Something wasn’t right about all of this…Two Matriarchs in harms way, chasing a petty number of nagas…
…What are these nagas up to?...
Word of warning! There is a pretty brutal fight scene and scat in this chapter! I have a warning of the scat if you are not interested in that stuff
Chapter 3
In the days of dark, great armies were amassed, only to be brushed aside like heaps of leaves. The darkness consumed them, women never to be seen in the world again, heroes, villains, innocent ones, the darkness consumed them all.
There were two gates to the fort, the one in the east which the Dolivians’ politely opened and the one in the north that opened to let in a true army. The army numbered 2500, most stayed outside the fort, while a small contingent of the army marched in, they wore checkerboard colored shirts under their armor. It was red and white, the two prominent colors of the Capital of Matilda itself. The banner they waved was that of the Empress’s personal army, a great flaming phoenix over a burning anvil. These women were tough looking, but had such a serene beauty with them. Womanly knights strode on horse back, wielding great lances. While foot soldiers held beautifully crafted shields and swords, along with custom made pistols and muskets.
Behind the column of Human warriors was an equally large column of elven warriors, they wore tall metal helmets and great white cloaks over their thin, yet strong armor. These women were the personal guard of a Elven Matriarch. The woman had beautiful figures, and the armor they wore fit tightly around them, giving off great emphasis to their bountiful beauty.
Behind them were rag-tag looking girls, they were pretty but lacked the elegance of the two greater columns, they looked like simple fighters.
Teela was awestruck that these magnificent and legendary cores of units were straddling into this dirty, blood smeared camp. The leader of the Human unit, a gorgeous woman with a lovely chest and wide hips climbed down from her warhorse. She had a soft looking face with sparkling green eyes. She had short red hair that was styled to spike off to the right side of her face. She walked over to Teela, the woman instantly telling, by the way Teela was dressed and solemn, that she was in charge of this fort.
“Captain Teela, I assume.” The woman said, crossing her arms beneath her bosom.
Teela bowed humbly and saluted immediately afterwards. “That is right, Ma’am.” She said nervously, feeling that didn’t sound too formal.
The woman smiled and saluted back. “I’m Grand Marshal Amelia Denton, leader of the 3rd Empress legion…” She paused looking around at the battle ground and sighed. “And I wish I could have come sooner…Many lives could have been saved.”
Teela shook her head. “I am humbled by your care, Grand Marshal.” She said blushing hotly.
The Marshal sighed once more, shaking her head. “I feel guilty now that I must bring this information…Please gather your sergeants, I have briefing of a situation of the highest concern.”
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Meanwhile, the horde of dog-girls was receding back over the Norisca Mountains. The hound’s camp was up there, their crude tents made of raw hide were littered all over the peak. They didn’t even take the time to set up any defenses, and there were hundreds more of the dogs then went to attack the fort, in the camp as the beaten army marched back in.
The Chieftain husked heavily, she breathed in deep lung fulls of air, her large chest rising and falling with each breath. She looked around, growling at the wound she had on her shoulder.
“Shaman! Where is my damn Shaman?!” She cursed in her speak as she looked around at her scared warriors.
The hounds were afraid of the wrath of an angry chieftain as an old, wrinkled dog-girl pushed her way through the crowds of dog girls. The chieftain sighed as she leaned up against a large rock, her enormous belly was still screaming and thrashing around as two girls were still trapped in there. The stomach swelled and churned as acids were pouring in on the poor girls, the two were young elves from Mariana’s unit, there white tunics starting to disintegrate right off their body as the acids worked on their flesh with horrible speed, Dolivian’s had monstrously strong belly, with in half an hour the two would just be fat on the Chieftains already large breasts.
The old-hag of a dog placed her hands on the wound, the chieftain snarled at the stinging pain. The hag grabbed a bowl of this thick herbalist paste and smeared it over the wound, slowly it would heal the wound. The dog girls were very in touch with the earth…well the ones that weren’t all about fighting…Many of the Dolivian mages were experts in earth magic and advanced herbalists, praying to the earth goddess Diya daily.
“Easy young one, this wound will take an hour to heal properly…” The Shaman said and nods. The Chieftain growling slowly settled as she gave the Shaman a great hug.
“Thank you, Earth-Speaker…” She said and leaned back, looking at her horde of warriors, also seeing the other clan she stationed with and was in command of.
The chieftain of this second clan stepped out. She had long brown hair that was neatly straightened; her long pointed brown ears were jutted out in some agitation. She wore a leather vest and a short furred skirt. She looked over towards the head Chieftain.
“Anneliese! You worthless cunt, you come back defeated!” She shouts.
Anneliese grunted. “You will not take that tone with me, Birgit! I will have you swimming in my stomach like these two elves here if you don’t bite your tongue and bite it hard! Your chieftain commands it!” The Chieftain snapped.
Brigit, the accusing Chieftain snarled. “You maybe have beaten me in a Denkiko, but I will never call you my chieftain!” She shouts. “You return with only five hundred women and a wound on your arm….You have lost your edge and you’re not even twenty five!” She spat.
Anneliese snarled, she wished she didn’t leave her axe back at the fort, cause she wanted to clove Birgit’s face in. “You think you can lead this pack better! Then say it too my face! Say Denkiko…And I swear this time I will take more then your clan!”
Birgit moved her head back defensively as the shorter chieftain intimidated her. Anneliese smiled and turned her back, she knew she had already one, starting to walk away her ear flopped as the word floated into her ear. “Denkiko….” Birgit said.
Denkiko is the ritualistic duel between two chieftains, it was a bare fight, two naked women wrestling to either beat or eat their opponent to take claim of their clan or honor.
Birgit said it again louder. “Denkiko!” She shouts. All of the dog-girls perked up their ears as they looked towards the Chieftains, slowly walking over to make the ritualistic circle around the two.
“I won’t lose to some daggen (Dolivian for Floppy) whore like you!” She cursed.
To call a dog girl a daggen was far worse then calling her a cunt fifty times. Floppy eared dog girls were often ridiculed for the less prominent, domestic ears. They lacked the wolf like ears that many other dog-girls had. Sense the dog-girls were descendants of the fierce wolf-girls, some retained their pointy ears while more homely dogs had floppy ears. To have floppy ears was already making a genetic inferior in some Dog-girls eyes.
Anneliese threw her cloak off and growled. “Your dead…No one will ever call me that, never in my presence!”
Birgit tore off her clothes and grinned, hunching down prepared to fight Anneliese…Birgit already knew she had the advantage, Anneliese is tired from fighting, still had the weight of two elves in her belly, and had a wounded shoulder. The two clans began to chant the names of their chieftains.
Birgit made the first move, pouncing for Anneliese who rolled out of the way, grunting as she rolled onto her bad shoulder, some blood welling from the pasted wound. Birgit rebounded and made a second pounce and when Anneliese was concentrating on her pain, Birgit forced herself on top of the dog-girl and her belly. One of Birgit’s thumbs dug into the reopened wound of Annaliese’s shoulder, making the younger dog growled and squirm around underneath Birgit.
“Squirm, daggen….Cause that’s all your goin---“ Birgit only got that last bit of words out before Anneliese threw her head upwards, and slammed her forehead into Birgit’s nose!
Anneliese’s stood back up once Birgit flopped off of her, holding her bleeding nose. Grabbing Birgit’s right arm by the wrist and yanked her up into a constricting bear-hug. “Your clan is mine you whore!” She said as she suddenly forced the girls head into her tight, hot maw, her canine fangs sinking into Birgit’s neck painfully. The poor doomed dog girl struggled, deciding to attack Anneliese’s shoulder again, punching at the wound. But the more pain Birgit gave, the angrier Anneliese got and the more of Birgit she gulped in. Soon Anneliese was swallowing in her shoulders and breasts, licking at those breasts hungrily. Birgit’s large breast released a small bit of warm milk as Anneliese groaned at the wonderful flavor, her hunger blocking out all pain.
Birgit’s clan fell silent as they stared in horror as their chieftain was devoured. Anneliese slurped in Birgit’s belly next, her throat and stomach swelling out. Birgit’s face was shoved into the blood and acid filled stomach, the solid chunks of elves still stuck in the stomach as Birgit’s face stung already from the acids that she was drowning in with just her face in the gut. Birgit screamed auditable as Anneliese started licking at her pussy, embarrassing and torturing Birgit in the most disgusting way.
Birgit was forced to suck in breath of stomach acids that corroded her own throat and soon the dog’s legs kicked…then settled as she died of suffocation. Anneliese still took her time, licking at the pussy for awhile more before she gulped down the lifeless legs, her belly swelling out that much more with the carcass of the dog-girl, her stomach swelling out as Birgit’s outline could be seen in it.
Anneliese let out an acrid belch as she pointed towards the ranks of the rival clan. “You are all now my possessions! You will fight when I say and die when I say!” She said before collapsing onto her knees, the Shaman and several of her clan members running over to help her up and lead her back to her tent. Once inside, Anneliese sat back on some furred padded as she relaxed, her belly digesting her meals aggressively. The Shaman went over to clean the wound again and sighed.
“I’m happy you are safe, young one…but you push yourself to hard.” She whispered.
A fellow clanswoman stepped into the tent and bowed. “Mistress!...Scouts have reported a small of Naga’s that have been running…They are staying at one of the peeks of this very mountain a few miles to the south.” She said, bowing humbly.
Anneliese grabbed a clay jar filled with wine, drinking heavily from it as she looked at the mutt. “Well…then I want this band ready to attack them…how many of the mongrels are there?” She asked.
“Um twenty nagas, Ma’am.” She lowered her head further, daring not to make eye-contact.
Anneliese laughed. “Then gather forty of my best warriors and tell them to meet me here in twenty minutes…I need time to digest my prize.” She says, placing a hand on her belly as it processed Birgit and the elves into a thick soup.
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Teela gathered her sergeants into her tent, it was a shame, there were now only four sergeants under Teela. Sergeant Kel was cut down by an axe to the neck in the battle…Serra saw fit to not make her suffer at least.
Mariana placed a hand on Teela’s shoulder. “Are you alright Captain?” She asked. Teela shook her head, she felt sick…and it wasn’t because the dog-girl that was still digesting in her pregnant looking belly.
The Grand-Marshal stepped in with an elegant looking Elf behind her. The Elf was tall and slender, she had a nice bust and had a supple sway in her steps. She wore an elegant crown on her head. Mariana instantly knew it was an Elven Matriarch, the political and religious leaders of Serenia, there were eleven Matriarchs’ in command of Serenia. Mariana immediately got on her knee’s and bowed to her.
“Arise, Priestess.” She said her voice soft and lovely.
“Everyone, this is Matriach Diane, on behalf of the State of Marconia-Serenia”
The Matriarch bowed, the room was silent as she spoke. “The Grand-Marshal and I are on a mission…We received a letter that read that Matriarch Diodora, who came here to hunt Nagas, has found a group of twenty cultists…These women have…Some sort of powerful artifact…” She said. Mariana’s eyes went wide…She knew something…
Amelia nodded. “In addition, while the Matriarch was chasing them, her, and her army, were chased into a castle by an army of cat-girls…Now that castle isn’t going to last long and we need all the girls we can get…All I am asking for is a hundred girls and for you to come.” Amelia pointed at Teela, who let out a surprised squeak.
“You want…Me?” She said, stunned.
Teela and Diane both nod. “Yes and Mariana too.” Diane said.
Mariana lifted her head. “Yes…I understand…We must get my sister.” She said. Teela and Sandra both lifted their eye brows, looking at each other, then at Mariana.
“The Council (Serenia’s house of parliament and church pretty much) wished that you help in the adding of freeing your sister.” Diane said.
Then Amelia added. “And General Carmen Marie has had nothing but good things to say about you, Teela…And I need someone to lead my girls from the Heroes and Warriors guilds.”
Teela and Mariana both felt a degree of embarrassment getting talked about in such ways. Sandra giggled and looked at the two.
“Captain Teela…I volunteer my unit to go, there are seventy of us left …It is my duty to Serenia to march an army to help a matriarch….” She nods.
“Let me come too captain….I’ll take thirty of my best girls to make it one hundred.” Sandra said with a bright smile.
Teela nodded to them both. “Alright, go get them Sandra…” She nods.
Amelia and Diane nod to each other, Diane steps out to join her army. Teela meeped as her stomach, which was now just a mere bulge, let out a small growl. She had to go to the bathroom badly.
“What about this fort here?” Teela asked Amelia.
“I already sent word to the General to send reinforcements here, along with some engineers to fix the gate…these women will be fine.”
Teela nodded, blushing a bit as she wiggled around, holding her belly.
“I’m happy you will accompany us…The enemy we are facing will number us equally…This will be a interesting battle…I have a thousand women under me, one thousand elves from Diane, now a hundred from you and five hundred from the guilds….I woluld like for you to assume command of the guild troops.” She smiled, looking Teela over. “And please go to the bathroom, you look like a little kid wiggling there.”
Teela blushed hotly and nodded. “It would be my honor to lead them…And…My apologies…Excuse me” She said and stepped out of the tent.
(Scat Warning!)
Teela walked over to the outhouses over in the distance, running into one she shut the door and latched it shut, sitting down on the seat she sighed heavily. Pulling down hr laced panties she sat down on the wooden hole opening. From under the seat it wreaked of previous meals now passed. Teela was about to add to the pile and she grunted heavily.
Teela’s soft rump was pressed firmly against the opening as she grunted and groaned, her belly growling loudly as it churned, forcing the fecal matter towards her anus, pushing the opening to let the great, large clumps of brown matter splatter into the pile of other shit.
The fetid remains of the digested dog-girl fell in great logs, bits and pieces of bones imbedded into the thick logs, along with strands of hair that was once on the Mutt’s head. The rains piled up in a giant tin-bucket that was underneath the outhouse. Teela sighed happily as she stood up and looked back at her own shit with glee.
Luckily at this time in Serran history, toilet paper was invented and she ripped off plenty of squares to wipe her pretty little butt clean.
She opened up the door with a smile, her belly not completely flat again and her breasts having a new bounce to them.
(This was just a test, the Feces is over!)
Teela stepped out of the camp where the huge army had assembled, heading towards the women that Mariana and Sandra assembled. In addition Amelia ordered the five hundred other girls over to join them. Six hundred women looked over at her. The women from the guilds looked completely different from each other, some were humans, some were elves, there were even a couple dog-girls and cat-girls in the group. They had no uniform colors or equipment. Each was an independent fighter hired into this band.
The representatives of the guilds stood up, both were humans, one had ebony white hair with a lovely figure. The other was a short green haired girl with plumper form.
The two salute towards Teela. “Captain Fiona, of the heroes’ guild for Nordshire.” Said the white haired girl. While the plump girl saluted too. “I’m captain of the Warrior guild mercs…I’m Tanya.”
“Captain Teela, I guess I will be leading you girls.” She nods.
They nod and smiled. “We are humbled…” said Fiona as she looked Teela over, blushing a bit at her beauty.
Amelia saddled up on her steed as she raised her sword, the blade was glowing a blue aura. The blade was imbued with magical elven runes, giving it magical powers. These weapons came from any skilled mage.
“Alright! Lets set out everyone! To Stone-Watch Castle!” Amelia said and the great army marched down a path to the south.
An hour later…
Teela had spent a lot of time talking with the various soldiers she was around with, talking with the mercs was most interesting, hearing tales from the lands like Marial and Dolivia truly interested her. Teela loved all stories and information of things from different cultures, she had an un-satiable urge for adventure, which lead her to the army in the first place.
Sandra looked around for Teela, walking over to her she smiled. “Heya Teela, you enjoying this so far?”
Teela looked at Sandra quite dumbfounded by the question. “Enjoying a march to war?” She asked.
“Yeah…I mean I have been waiting to go eat some cat-girls again…I’m starving!’
“Sandra…You just ate some dog-girls, what the heck?!’
Sandra waved a hand. “So what, it was a mangy one, she lasted thirty minutes in my belly before I had to poop her out….” She said then blinked a bit, nuzzling up against Teela suddenly, hugging her happily. “Hehehe Maybe I should eat you up instead!” She said playfully.
Teela blushed at the hug and the comment, gently elbowing Sandra. “Hehehe I might eat you for insubordination then, Sandra dear.” That was a lame joke Teela always used to combat Sandra’s jokes of eating her.
Sandra blinks a bit and rolls her eyes. “No sense of humor.” She said and smiled a bit.
Teela looked deeply at Sandra, she had many fond memory’s of Sandra. They both came from the same city-state Lacotia, in truth they were friends even before the training. Teela liked to play with Sandra when she was a little girl, sense Sandra was just a simple farm girl and she was a noble, she liked seeing how a normal person lived. Teela even had some early relationships with Sandra the two dating at a young age (It being there first dates)…But once they got into the military, they had to forsake love to become strong warriors. Now out fo the Military Scholora, the two now have there fun playing around, doing jokes, fighting battles and some times even have sex (Of course sex on Serra is more about friendship and fun then procreation.)
Looking over at Mariana, Teela smiled a bit herself. She didn’t know much about Mariana, (Still doesn’t!) the two met when Mariana’s unit was connected to her’s and really didn’t get formally introduced till Mariana saved her from a rather hungry naga. The two hit it off right afterwards, enjoying to talk to each other about day-to-day things and often prayed to the goddesses together. Teela didn’t know anything about the elf’s past and she is still quite shocked to find out that this Elf Battle-Priestess is the sister to one of the highest officials in Serenia.
Teela then thought why was a Matriarch even here…she understands why Diane was here…Wait, how did she get here so fast? She thinks suddenly. If the Matriarch was just surrounded, how did Diane get here from Serenia that quickly? She must have already been here…Something wasn’t right about all of this…Two Matriarchs in harms way, chasing a petty number of nagas…
…What are these nagas up to?...
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by sampson » Mon Dec 24, 2007 11:35 pm
The stories are great Reiko.
Also the scat was fine so if you like scat I suggest you will write another one next time.
Can't wait to see what will happen with the nagas not to mention that naga vore is great ^^
Also the scat was fine so if you like scat I suggest you will write another one next time.
Can't wait to see what will happen with the nagas not to mention that naga vore is great ^^
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by Reiko » Mon Dec 24, 2007 11:47 pm
sampson wrote:The stories are great Reiko.
Also the scat was fine so if you like scat I suggest you will write another one next time.
Can't wait to see what will happen with the nagas not to mention that naga vore is great ^^
Glad ya like! And chapter 5 is where the naga vore is relaly going to be at, all of these chapters are working up to it, including the 'Dark times' intros for every chapter
Chapter five is gonna be the one that sets the stable for the series....But i still gotta get through Chapter 4! Which will have plenty of action and vore in it!
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by Ruki » Sat Dec 29, 2007 8:06 pm
Moar scat!
Moar violent vore fighting!
And plenty of lesbian sex.
It's pretty epic so far, and well-written to boot! It's an interesting world and an interesting story. <3
Moar violent vore fighting!
And plenty of lesbian sex.
It's pretty epic so far, and well-written to boot! It's an interesting world and an interesting story. <3
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by Reiko » Sun Dec 30, 2007 1:12 am
Ruki wrote:Moar scat!
Moar violent vore fighting!
And plenty of lesbian sex.
It's pretty epic so far, and well-written to boot! It's an interesting world and an interesting story. <3
Thanks, Chapter four will have everything you want, more fighting, blood, eating sex and crap...And other crap xD I'm glad some peoples enjoy it
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by Omen » Thu Jan 03, 2008 7:12 pm
Wow, this is far more than i've sat down and wrote ... nice story, its absolutely wonderful!
Because chocolate covered furry... ~ish delicious~
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by Reiko » Thu Jan 03, 2008 8:16 pm
Thanks everyone! I got distracted with working on another story, I'm going back to this right away! I'm already halfway done with chapter 4 AND 5 I'm gonna post them up in a pair
Chapter 5 is where the shit hits the fan, so keep reading!
Chapter 5 is where the shit hits the fan, so keep reading!
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