I went back to cartoon-style this week and made a picture that I in many ways think is one of my best. The reason for this is because I managed to get a better grip on both motion and color as well as differencing the line thickness, and while the perspective is still a bit lacking, I’m ok with it since it wasn’t my main goal.
 WarewolfBarMitzvah once again gave me permission to use one of his characters, for which I’m grateful, he run alongside my character, Moira, as a much larger monster has appeared before them. You can read about it in my story below, please leave a review and tell me what you think : )

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Their journey had taken them deep into the arid wasteland where the scenery had changed little from the moment they entered it. Moira was the sole human in their group of six, the rest of the women were elves from different races who surprisingly had little in common beside from their well-paid agreement on taking up this particular quest: Escorting an elven princess across the wasteland to a kingdom on the other side. The five of them were hired as her bodyguards, yet a worse group of people could hardly have been assembled as most of their time went to quarrel and disagree over the smallest thing. Worst was the red-haired princess herself, a tall and busty specimen whose extravagant dress and enormous ego made the trip a hell due to her constant complains, no wonder why the job paid so well, nobody else would have taken it!

One of the elves was dark as a Nubian in leopard clothing, she was tall and slim, yet her chest pushed so hard against her top that it threatened to burst through it for each step she took. She was their ranger, equipped with bow and arrows, the three others were blonds of which two were equipped with swords and one was a mage of questionable abilities.

Despite all their bickering, Moira had found a tolerable friend in the mage who couldn’t even keep the sand out of her short blond hair when the wind picked up. Together, they “guarded” the rare of their group while the other three walked first with the princess in the middle between them.

The sun was setting and causing the wind to turn into a gentle breeze when the princess suddenly stopped. “We’ll stop here for the night; I refuse to take another more step for today so make a camp and give me dinner! And make it more tasteful than last time!” she ordered and sat down on a rock. Moira and the other cursed at the impolite princess, but none of them were that much better themselves and squabbled over whose job it was to do this and that. With loud curses in six different languages, everyone ignored each other as they started setting up the camp, hoping that another one than themselves would start cooking.

While everybody was minding their own business, nobody paid attention to the princess who ventured away on her own, suddenly curious about a deep ravine close by. The wind blew through her long tresses, making her fair red hair dance in the wind as she gracefully went up to the ravine and peeked over the edge. However, as the sun was setting below the horizon, the darkness had already filled its depths, making it impossible to see the bottom. “Hello.” she shouted, and was answered back with an echo, repeating her hellos. “Your guards are fucking pussies!” she shouted again, humored when the echo gave her a satisfying reply. Then she threw a rock into it, hearing it crash against the bottom somewhere below, and since none from her group was watching, the began throwing more rocks until an unexpecting thing happened: One rock failed to make a noise, almost as if never reaching the bottom!” Puzzled by this, the princess found a larger rock and threw it, but no noise this time either. She turned around and saw her escort minding their own business, “Hey, assholes, come over here and…” she began but stopped when what sounded like a rockslide made her turn back and stare into the blackness. The busty princess had only time for a timid shriek when a tentacle shot out from the depths, wrapped around her neck and pulled her down so fast that her heels remained on the edge of where she had been standing. Nobody heard the squirm and the wet gulp that followed a few seconds later.

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Moira rolled out the sleeping bag she and Tete would share later tonight, the mage gave her a naughty smile, promising a repeat of the last nights’ after-bedtime-activities. As it turned out, one of the few magical skill the woman possessed was conjuring up naughty toys and additional “limbs” that could keep them awake and busy for hours in the tight bag. Moira returned the grin when she noticed something alarming. “Why has it suddenly become so quiet, where is the spoiled princess?”

Her question didn’t even make the other elves lift their heads, they just grunted and said how nice it was of her to finally shut up. It took a while before the Nubian elf eventually took it upon herself to go looking for the red-head, and when she did, it was without hurry, it wasn’t before she found the two expensive heels laying before the ravine that she rose the alarm. “Hey guys, I think our tormentor decided to silence herself, do you think it will impact our payment if we only bring back her shoes?” she said and held up the footwear for all of them to see.

“Oh, fuck it! See if she is down there somewhere and if she still can walk, I refuse to carry Her Royal Booty the rest of the way!” Tete yelled back.

And then something totally unexpected happened, a loud “POFF” and a column of smoke materialized in their midst and suddenly a huge furry beast towered over them.

“Who the hell are you!?” Tete shouted, standing closest to him.

“I’m the fucking, WarerwolfBarMitzvah!” an explosion of red and orange color exploded around him during his short introduction, reminding Moira of shitty fireworks. But Warewolf wasn’t finished. “For the love of every Stinkhorn fungus, why didn’t you keep an eye of the princess as you were tasked to!”

Tete put her hands on her hips and stared up at him. “Why the heck would you care and what do you know about the princess anyway. We are the ones guarding her, not you!”

Warewolf rolled his eyes. “The princess you are keeping an eye on is obviously not here, is she?”

Moira grunted, “Werewolf or whatever, just go fuck yourself, we will find the princess one way or another. Mind your own business. Hey Nika, do you see more than her shoes over there?” Moira yelled to the dark-skinned elf.

“You guys are a sorry lot!” Warewolf yelled, snapped his fingers and to Moira’s astonishment, Tete’s clothes vanished, leaving the delicate elf naked before them. The blond elf was about to complain when Warewolf grabbed her body and hoisted her up by a single hand above his head. Tete screamed in denial when the beast suddenly opened his huge maw and placed her feet on his tongue. Nobody moved an inch out of shock as the tender feet, followed by long, smooth legs, slipped past his lips and through his throat. They appeared as shapely bulges on his neck when her wide hips entered the mouth, her firm buttocks were sat down on his tongue and she squirmed when he licked up her pussy. That was before he made a powerful gulp that clenched her legs and pulled her down his throat. The blond elf cried when her body was swallowed whole by the larger beast, her slim stomach posed no resistance, nor did her voluminous boobs when they were devoured. Her screams ended only when the mouth sealed shut above her head, then a final gulp sent the elf down to the stomach which got a slight bulge formed after her outline.

Total silence reigned for about five second while the muffled sound of Tete’s cry for help filled their ears before Moira spoke. “WTF! You ate my friend!”

The creature belched and slapped his squirming belly, “You really had to see it to believe it, and if you still don’t, I can easily fit you in there too. What do you think happened to your fucking ward just five minutes ago?”

Moira was about to reply when a loud crash echoed through the ravine, making everybody turn around in time to see half a dozen tentacles shooting up behind the dark-skinned elf. The woman screamed and was snatched by one of the tentacles while the rest of them shoot towards the rest of the group. The two remaining blond elves were caught next, standing closest to the monster who hoisted them into the air. One of the tentacles had a poor grip, which resulted in one of them losing its grip on her, making the elf slide down the tentacle, head first towards the ravine. But right before she fell over the edge, a huge, circular mouth rose up from the depths and she plunged right into it, only to be caught between two tentacles an the very last second. Her feet kicked and walked in the air as she franticly tried to save herself, but the creature was only beginning. The Nubian elf was lowered screaming towards the maw and released into it, she slipped backwards, yelling for help before vanishing into the fleshy interior. The creature’s tentacles shifted and the stuck elf’s legs followed after when she became unstuck, leaving no traces behind. Having devoured these two, the remaining blond tried to cling onto the tentacle for her dear life, so tightly that the creature failed to shake her lose. Instead, it lowered the entire tentacle, with the elf, into its salivating maw and closed it firmly shut. The lipless mouth tightened and the tentacle was slowly pulled free from the mouth, but without the blonde woman whose top was stuck on one of the teeth.

“Shit, time to run!” Warewolf exclaimed when a bunch of tentacles shot towards him. Moira wasn’t any slower and turned on her heels to flee from the tentacle-nightmare or they fast would become its next victims. Moira felt a tentacle brush against her back, but it only managed to grasp her blue top, snapping it when she wrestled herself free. Her large, bronze-skinned boobs spilled out and bounced as she sprinted forwards, passing Warewolf who just managed to tear his foot lose from another tentacle.

In record time, both of them put behind them a fair distance and took shelter behind a huge rock. “For the love of all hentai-monsters, what was that?” Moira said.
Warewolf who stood right beside her, scratched his belly with Tete’s muffled voice asking about what the hell was happening. Warewolf stared down at Moira, “What I meant to tell you idiots before the thing appeared was: If you want to keep your job and protect the princess, watch out for her and work together as a team to save her!”

“Wise words! Do you have other clever ones?” Moira snorted and looked upwards when a slime-soaked pair of panties fell on the ground before them. There, a tentacle was probing the rock above their heads.

“Yeah, I got one: RUN!”

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