The Wildlands Forests have always been a place of danger for the unwary, but within the most recent generation, the danger has only grown. With increased aggressiveness, the cool of autumn gives way to the chill of an early winter, yet the first frost is yet to fall. Druids disappear deep into their inner circles, speaking of secret rites and becoming far more insular than they ever have before. Animals, both predator and prey, keep to smaller hunting grounds and burrow their nests closer to civilization. The changes have not gone unnoticed by those who patrol the forests, keeping the people who live close to the wild, unhindered lands safe from invasions from nature while also respecting her dominion over this place.


One such ranger is Baze. This little guardian stands about as tall as a human child, which often makes those who meet her unaware. Dressed in the hooded cloak and leathery armor of the Wildlands walker, her identity is often a mystery. The "Little Hood," as some have grown to call her, expertly tracks any wild beast and deals with those who do not respect the boundaries between towns and wilds. Often, this means putting the creature down and picking up a nice snack for herself. Carnivores and predators are usually far too gamey, but for a survivalist, and one such as herself, they are perfect. It's an easy job, with great pay and the benefits of providing a hearty day's meal

 
This job, however, feels like it is far too different for her tastes. It started out simply enough. The local dairy farmer contacted rangers through the town's noticeboard asking to find what happened to his missing cattle. Tracking down lost animals is a simple enough job, so she took it along with reports of a monster in the woods. Something that local children called "terrible" and "unlike anything they had ever seen before," so probably a bear. There's also the possibility that the local bandits are up to no good. They aren't above some misdirection. After all, Khusk's bunch are quite full of tactical wisdom. It's how they've survived so long. Regardless, if she finds the missing cow had gone to that one's camp, she can kiss her money goodbye.


The trail is easy enough to follow. The cow appeared to have just wandered off, but the recent cold rains have made the ground soft and wet. Hoof-prints go across one of the more well-known game trails, and as she follows them, she realizes she heads towards one of the deeper, more wild branches of the woods.

 
"Fairies," the ranger growls, pulling her bow free from her shoulders. If the fey have come to the village to cause some mischief, it won't just be the cow that is in danger-they could be seeking out would-be rescuers to have some fun with. While the fair folk can be friendly enough, things can also turn sour if one's desires do not go along with their alien ones. With the cow walking off with little rest, there is little doubt in her mind that it is one of them that lures the beast. Any moment now, Baze predicts she will sniff the air to catch a whiff of a spiced roast and hear the boisterous cries of hedonistic parties. She smirks at the thought. Some sylvan wine would go quite well with steak. Besides, the drink and the bonfire that is no doubt to accompany their dance would also be a welcoming warmth in these unusually cold times.


But, she doesn't catch the scent of cooked meat. What lingers in the air is instead the iron-rich fragrance of spilled blood. This is mixed with the damp, electric heaviness of the air. She doesn't hear the songs of the satyrs, but instead the clap of thunder. Damn it all, when did the weather slip from her? She keeps her bow ready and increases the pace of her travel, leaving tell-tale tracks of her own, but mostly caring about getting a confirmation. Any creature she runs into out here, she could easily handle. 

 
Over a hilly area of the forest, the smell becomes more pungent, until she finds the small river gorge. There, collapsed upon the ground below, is the mangled remains of the cow. Well, that certainly answers where it went, but how did it get there? If she was going to find out, she needed to do so quickly. So, she judges the best movement down, and she hops from outcropping to outcropping, quickly descending the walls with her years of experiences. When she finally lands before the fallen creature, she hisses. Whatever had killed this cow had done it in such a bizarre manner. It's flesh and muscle were stripped clean off its face, leaving a grinning skull. Its body is dessicated, looking as if it had been left out in the sun for weeks, not the hours it had been. But what could have done this to it? What manner of beast or being in the forest would kill seemingly for sport, yet leave this grisly trophy behind.


A looming sense of dread falls over the hooded ranger, and she spins around, holding her bow in one hand and pulling out her short sword with the other. When she raises the blade, steel clashes against steel as she looks into the eyes of a large, thickly-muscled orc. Not just any orc, either. She recognizes the hodge-podge of armor and the tattoo upon his shoulder. "Khusk's Bandits," Baze hisses.

 
The orc steps back, chuckling as he looks down to her. "Little hooded ranger," he responds. "Best not to skulk around cursed lands, unless ye want someone to chop yer head off."


"Did you have something to do with this?" She asks, leveling her blade at him. "You and your like low on cheese to go with all the wine you waste?"


He flashes her a toothy grin. His uneven teeth give him a more monstrous look. "No way I will rat out my comrades, he says. "You want ta tussle? Come on, then."


"Ideally, I would not," the ranger admits, as thunder rumbles in the distance. "I simply seek to know what happened here. It's a waste of time and effort to do combat. If you are not responsible for this, then do you really think I am worth fighting just to rob?"


The orc snorts, and he becomes the first of the two to relax his posture, giving her a quick shrug. "Nah. Maybe if I had some of my crew with me, we'd easily take ya on, but I'm in no mood ta be on a ranger's bad side." He slides his weapon away. "Not that I wouldn't come off on top. I just don't feel like gettin' my new pants ripped up."

 
"I wouldn't want the stink of bandit blood on my blade, nor would I want to waste arrows trying to penetrate them through your thick skull," she replies, though there is a slight bit of levity to both of their voices in their ribbing. She sheathes her blade and points a gloved hand over to the cow. "So, what did that, then? There were no tracks. Did you see some flying creature nearby?


The orc stomps over towards the carcass, kicking its back with his boot before he kneels down before it. "I was just examinin' the place before ya brought yer tiny ass over here," he admits. "As to the what did this. Dunno. Birds're gone. No sound of 'em 'round these parts."


"That's what concerns me," she says, tapping a finger on her bow.


"Yeah, well, whatever it was, sure seemed ta like this cow's brain, blood too. They drained it dry. Just look at these here 'uge holes" 


He inches a finger closer, about to prod at the skin, but Baze, with her lightning reflexes, fires an arrow into the carcass just where the orc was about to poke.

 
"Wot the-!?' the orc gasps, falling back. "The 'ell you doin' that fo-!" he begins to shout at her, but he immediately notices the truth when the cow's body shudders and spasms, the muscles exploding out of the skin, tearing free of their body. The strands of what is left of the former cow's musculature rip apart and twine together like thick and powerful ropes, until, standing on top of the deflated, bloodless body, is a parody of a humanoid form made of rotting, dried meat and the grinning, horned skull of the bovine looking to the two with an insidious cackle.


The orc snarls and pulls one sword free, followed by another short sword. He jumps straight up to attack the thing, but it takes a long, sinewy arm and slams him into the wall of the gorge with a terrible hiss.


Baze narrows her eyes and raises her weapon, firing two arrows off into the eye sockets of this unnatural beast. They aim true, causing it to rear back, stumbling out of its bovine shell.


What was it? Shapeshifter? Skinwalker? Wendigo? There are many nasty things that live--and unlive--in the forest, and it could be any number of them. Right now, though, it is time to put it down. She knows she didn't finish it off, so she runs up along the rocky wall, kicking off of the side and jumping into the air to get some height. From that position, she fires down more arrows that fling into its skull. Even if they do not kill it, they still stagger the beast.

 
The orc rubs his chest ands slaps his face, getting his bearings before he snarls at it. "No one bitch slaps Khorash!" he roars, before charging in, slashing at one of the beast's long tentacle arms.


Cleaving through it like a butcher does a cut of meat, Khorash continues, spinning deftly and carving up the creature's muscle-body. As he does, he glances over to the recently landed ranger and calls out. "Can't you at least do some real damage to it, ya runt!?"


Baze reaches for her pouch, letting her cloak flutter back as she goes for her belt. "Why don't you avoid its attacks, you big oaf!?"


He raises a pierced eyebrow, only to quickly look up to see the creature taking its one good arm and raise its elbow up over his head for a stunning blow.


He is quick to respond, slicing upwards, his blades gleaming as they make ribbons out of the beasts arm meats.


Rancid beef cutlets clatter to the ground, leaving the monster with just its legs to work with, but it has other means of attack. The creature lowers its shoulder stumps and tilts its horns towards the orc.

 
Khorash snarls and raises arms for another attack, when Baze shouts. "Now, out of the way!"


He grunts in annoyance, but decides to listen, jumping out of the way as the creature charges its way forward, passing just where he was once standing.


Baze stares the creature down, and, as it passes the orc, Baze smiles.


The monster has no time to break out of its charge, and though it is a monster made out of pure muscle, that muscle is still from a rotted cow. And any unruly and hearty cow would never be able to break out what was in the small bag that Baze tossed at it. The tiny little pouch strikes the abomination's horn, tearing instantly on contact. As if it were magic, the black, tarry contents inside immediately expand, covering the monster almost completely in a thick black mass.


The monster immediately collapses on the ground, thrashing around with angry clattering of its bovine teeth. Yet, with half of its muscle mass cut off by Khorash, it only flails around impotently.


Baze stands over it, folding her arms over her chest and snickering. "For all your horribleness, you're not even as smart as a run-of-the-mill animal." She frowns though, and shudders. "But... what are you?"

 
Twin swords plunge down through the cow skull, cracking it where they puncture through, and it immediately falls limp, leaving the trap holding nothing but an inanimate pile of raw meat.


"And that," Khorash said, "is how you kill a monster!" Khorash smiles a dumb grin over towards Baze as the two stand among the remains of the terrifying monster. It doesn't last long, however, as another peal of thunder ushers in a downpour right on top of the two rangers. Baze immediately sheathes her weapon and points on down the gorge's trail, shouting to her orcish companion about the existence of a cave not too far down the way.


The two sprint, using their survivalist skills to make it through the slick rock without slipping. Despite the torrent creating a waterfall over her hood, she keeps her eye on the bandit whenever possible, now wishing to be caught off-guard in case he wished to try something stupid. Hopefully, though, he feels like basking in the thrill of victory as much as he does. It's much better to indulge it with company."

 
The two make it to the cave entrance, and silently, both of them take on tasks to make the place hospitable. Fire-starting blocks and flint and steel packs are enough to get them a source of warmth going, but in the supernatural cold, it s not enough to keep their bodies from shivering.

Baze is the first to respond to the necessity. She throws off her hood, finally revealing to her companion her yellow frilled head. Unhooking her cloak, she lets it flop to the ground with a sigh, revealing her once-concealed tail, which bounces out in its new freedom. She'll pick the cloak up later, but first she has to grab onto her top and peel the soaked thing up over her body.


Khorash, knowing the necessity of it, tugs off one of his boots before he, too, works off his top. With both rangers exposed so, they have a moment to really size each other up. They both recognize the scars of those who make the outdoors their home and the rugged muscle that builds from relying on one's survival instincts to make it through predator-infested territory


Baze smirks at him as she picks up her shirt, tossing it over a rock for it to dry. "You actually weren't so bad out there," she admits. "Here I thought you were just some stupid bandit."


He chuckles, undoing the belt around his waist. "Not much better than ya, I'd say. Ya weren't kiddin' when you said those arrows could pierce my skull. Here I thought you were some weak goblin."

 
"Please," she says, standing up, fluttering her eyes toward the larger male. She brings her hands up to her stomach, rubbing them up along her flat kobold underbelly and chest. "Could something this majestic be a lowly goblin?"


"No... I suppose it can't," Khorash says, pulling down those pants, showing off a bulge underneath his undergarments.


"I don't know about you," Baze says, undoing the tie on her own lower garment, her eyes obviously resting upon his junk, "but I could go for some post-battle celebration, can't you?" She says this, turning around and bending over as she pushes her leggings down, showing off her scaled behind and lifting her tail to give Khorash quite the view of her kobold slit.


"You know what? Fuck it." He says, stomping on over to her. He grabs her tail and tugs her back causing the ranger to stumble up behind him, his thick orc length resting by her cheek, balls squishing at her shoulder.


Baze gasps at it, but ends it with a giggle, her palm finding its way around the opposite side of the flesh. "Well, looks like I'll be facing two beasts today." She says, feeling the blood pumping through the large veins of the impressive shaft.

 
Khorash stands over her, his hands reaching down, calloused palms taking in the feeling of her horns and ridges. "I've come to get real fond-like with you small womenfolk, thanks to my boss's new pet."


"Shh..." she says, tilting her head and placing a kiss at the side of the member. Despite the rain, the scent of adrenaline and sweat from battle still lingers on his form, creating a wild and natural aroma that really shows he's truly alive. "Let's keep business separate from pleasure, shall we?"


"Heh, yeah, probably a good idea," he admits. "Need to head back to camp and tell the boss what the hell we just killed."


Baze rolls her shoulders, using her smaller frame to massage his massive sac. She rolls her tongue out, brushing it up and down along his length, her tongue feeling the moments when it gets stiffer and stiffer against her. She doesn't speak about that monster anymore. She needs to wind down first, get that horror out of her thoughts for awhile, before she can view the fight objectively. Luckily, Khorash's strong body is enough to get her through. "Lay down," she says, a command more than a suggestion.

 
Khorash, sensing he should obey, sits himself down before laying beside the fire. Baze immediately climbs over him, sitting so that his length rides up along her butt, rubbing up the crack and poking at her tail. Her hands rest on his stomach, her eyes glowing in the firelight as she takes fingers to brush against hair and muscle, a pleased, almost catlike purring coming from her chittering throat.


The orc reaches up, his strong hands feeling at her cheeks and


then down to her neck. She looks up to him with a quirk of her eyebrow ridge, but he smirks and moves down to her shoulders, rubbing them, just enjoying the sensation of her scales over his tough swordsman's hands.


The kobold licks her snout, sighing as she rubs her hips up against his body, teasing his flesh with the glistening moistness between her legs. Action, battle, and hunting. These things are exciting, indeed. And this is one way the kobold has found to mitigate the boredom that comes afterwords.


Baze grabs a clump of the Orc's short hairs, and Khorash grunts. Smiling a toothy grin, she looks him dead in the eyes and says to him, in no uncertain terms. "Fuck me!"

 
Khorash pushes himself up by his elbows and tips the scales of who was on top. Of course, Baze, ever the excited kobold she is, grabs onto his shoulders, wrapping her arms and legs around him as he begins to sit up. The orc reaches around, grabbing her by the rump and growling as he gets to his knees and hands but she keeps herself tied around her. "H... ha, come on girl... you want this dick o' mine, you gotta let go."


"Make me," the kobold whispers into his ear. She follows up that challenge by licking his lobe. Khorash's body shudders all over, giving the kobold the exact reaction she is looking for. The orc sits up on his knees once more, grabbing her by the shoulders and pulling her away from him. She responds by digging her sharp claws against his back, and giving off a playful, yet challenging, growl.


"That's how ya wanna play" he says... "then we'll play!" He bellows a boisterous laugh and grabs her by the tail. The ranger gasps, her grip faltering as he throws her down onto the ground.

She seeks to roll out of the way, but as she rolls over, he falls on top of her, knocking the wind out of the little kobold as she finds this large hunter stuck on top of her. Her heartbeat raises and she licks her lips, taking a quick breath and groaning out. "Ooh no,you got me..."

"And I'm gonna take my prize" he says, already pulling his hips back, letting his oozing cock trace a trail down along her back and her butt. Baze grips the dirt, awaiting the rough ride that was to come. When he slams forward, she isn't disappointed, and she becomes as squirming mass underneath the orc's thick shaft.

"Oh yes!" she shouts out, reaching up behind her and getting fistfuls of his chest hair as he takes her. Even with that support, she feels her belly rub into the dirt floor. Each thrust not only unsettling the earth, but expanding her from within. Her walls, so used to the wild outdoorsmen an their varied cocks, takes him with little difficulty, but her body is still small, and she'll certainly need some natural healing at the end of this session. But what's a little pain, but her body letting her know that she's still alive?

  As he gets to a pace that's both rough and comfortable for the both of them, she rolls her eyes back, her groans becoming more ragged, more hungry. Her stomach bulges each time he pushes his cock into her, yet she takes it with no complaint. She retaliates, instead, by pulling on his hair, making the orc's mouth twitch and his thrusts to become harder.

"I... is that all you got?" she gasps out, shaking her head against his chest. "C-Come on. I thought you were an... ngh, an orc!"

Khorash's nostrils flare and he immediately scoops her up and gets himself back on his knees. "You want me to break you in half, don't ya? You're one crazy bitch!" he laughs.

"I can handle yer twig!" she says. "Fightin' that monster was more exciting!" she grunts.

With that, he spins her around, wrapping his strong arms around her. The smaller creature sighs happily as she rests her cheek against his strong, warm body and spreads her legs for his next entry.

This time, he throws her down onto his shaft and she howls out, filling the cave with her insatiable wild spirit. "That's it, come on, big guy, you can do it!" She says, her eyes flashing mischievously in the firelight as she eggs him on. "You ain't afraid of ripping me in half, are ya?"

  The orc actually slows down at that and pulls her up, letting his cock ooze free with all the pre and her lubrication. Baze blinks, a bit confused. "W... what?" "Yeah, truth is, I actually am." He says. "Aint' too many good rangers out there who can impress me." He says, a smirk on his face as he looks down to her. "Don't want ta ruin my impression of myself by breakin' you apart our first fling."

"F..." Baze grits her teeth. "Ya big dumb oaf. We're supposed to just be releasing our steam!"

"Yeah, doesn't mean we can't do it again sometime, right?" She sighs and wriggles a bit, surprising Khorash when she pops down in front of him and out of his grasp. 

"Yeah, well... you're a bandit" she says, reaching out now to wrap her hand around his meat.

He grunts and leans back now, his hands on the ground. "S... so...?"

"One day I might get a job to put an arrow through your heart." She responds, pumping along his shaft with a quickened pace. "You don't want to make this too sentimental for me, got it?"

"N... ngh how about I just stay out of yer way, then?"

  'You can't promise that!" she says, scooting forward, her tongue running along the underside of his balls. 

He huffs and shakes his head. "W... well, at least we're having this... while you're still horny."

She flicks her tongue back, shuddering at his taste. "I knew a girl one time. She was so obsessed with dick and didn't want to deal with relationship drama. So you know what she did?"

He opens one eye, looking down to her. "W... what?"

"She cut off his cock and had a taxidermist stuff it for her, so she wouldn't be without it."

"U.. Uh, what?"

She pulls away from him once more, her fingers and toes on the floor, lifting her tail up. "Just don't think about it. You can have my ass, if you want. As hard as you want. I'm thinking way too hard. I need something to occupy my thoughts."

Khorash smirks at that and looms over her. He grabs her tail, pinning it down against her back as he presses his length inside of her once again. This time, he goes in harder and faster as he spreads the little kobold ranger apart.

  Baze's groans of pleasure fill the cave as she claws large clumps out of the earth. For hours, the rain pours, drowning out the sounds of their lustful rutting and explosive orgasms.

Khorash fills her, over and over again, the kobold overflowing with both of their excitement. He takes her in all different positions throughout the night, their excursions continuing as the world around them is drowned in the powerful and terrible downpour. Soon enough, both orc and kobold collapse on the ground, sweat and cum dripping off of them from their exertions, and panting to catch their breaths. Khorash reaches forward a moment, about to pull her closer, but he stops and just faces the ceiling. "Ha... hah, that's... that was fun."

"Yeah," Baze said. "That really did it for me, how about you?" she asks, checking on her companion.

He shrugs. "Y-yeah. Though... kinda wish I could do it again..." 

"I got some endurance potions," Baze says, fluttering her eyes.

"Well, then..." he says, laying on his side. "You wanna pop 'em open and test 'em out?"

  She licks her snout and then scoots in closer, brushing her finger along his chest. " I wouldn't ask if I didn't want to spend... all... night with ya."

"I wouldn't answer if I didn't, either," he says, wrapping his arms around her and pulling her in close.

Some time later, the crack of thunder becomes distant, and the smell of rain in the air fades away. Baze lays back on the bed roll, staring up at the ceiling and listening to the gentle roll of the waning storm and the steady breathing of her lover. Now sufficiently rested and rid of her excessive energy, she thinks about that meat monster once more. It could be some form of undead, but the way it reacted and how the tissue bled when it was cut leaves no room to not believe that the monster was not a living creature. This isn't fell magic from some mad necromancer, but some aberration of nature. She sighs and scoots up to a sitting position. She can't tarry as some strange evil befalls her realm. So, she slips up and out of the bedroll and gets to her things. With the practiced quickness of a seasoned outdoorskobold, she slips on all of her traveling gear and even pulls out a thing of jerky. As she steps out of the cave, she rests one hand on the wall, sighs, and looks back a moment. "See you around, ya big dumb bandit," Baze says, and she smirks, walking off into the cool misty morning in search of her next hunt.