Content Warning:
This story contains vivid and gross depictions of kinks such as Fart Fetish, Watersports and Smegma.
Bitch of The Pack Part 1 - Unmarked Territory.
Written by HumbleHeretic
"And why exactly should I trust you?"
Analise kept her notched arrow trained on the bright orange creature who rightfully trembled from the menacing gesture. Maybe the Fox's quick movements would have spared him from danger at any other time, however his chances of getting away greatly dwindled when considering who he was facing. Long red hair from within which poked out unusually long, particularly pointy ears. Of the many races on the continent, there was hardly one that bested the Elves when it came to their natural talent for archery. Derrick therefore had to continue to tread lightly, lest he end up with a hole between his eyes.
And as the Fox was warily observing the Elf, the latter was reciprocating his gaze with scepticism. Analise knew what kind of creature this was, what looked like a normal red fox but was larger than normal, easily stood on two feet and spoke and acted like a human as he was doing now. However while they were far more intelligent than the average fox, that directly made them more tricky and cunning. She'd heard stories of people being led astray by such creatures, she would have already chased him away with an even worse threat were this under normal circumstances, however currently she was in a bit of a bind.
"I assure you that I can help you find what you're looking for before the day's end, all I ask for is twelve gold coins as compensation."
As the Fox spoke, the Elf had little choice but to actually consider it. She had somehow, despite her sharp senses, had an item stolen from her last night as she was camping. Any other time she would have simply called it bad luck, however this just happened to be an item that she really needed to get back. Just as she was at a loss on what to do, she met this Fox. At first she assumed him the thief and had threatened him as she was doing with her bow right now, however he'd pleaded his innocence and offered to track the item for her for a fee, leading to the current situation.
Honestly, twelve gold coins was a blatant and bold-faced rip off just to search for an item, however it was because of this that his intentions seemed more authentic. She'd heard that beasts like these were magically blessed in finding valuable items as patrons of the Scavenger God, so he really had a better chance than most to help her find her missing item. Besides, in the event that he turned out to be the thief and was even trying to scam her further, Analise was more than confident enough in her skills to put down the Fox and whatever other companions he might have waiting for her along the way. For now, the item was of the utmost priority.
"Fine then, lead the way, just know that this won't end well for you if you try anything."
"Of course, of course. Uhm, if you have something that was last in contact with the object in question, that would be a great help."
"Hmph."
As if he probably didn't know the scent well enough already. Analise huffed but continued to play along, the Elf was prepared to turn this Fox into a fur scarf should he try to make a fool of her.
***
"It's already been two hours."
Analise inevitably began letting down her guard as the search progressed. Of course she was still ready to have to fight whoever the thief was if and when they eventually found them, however, not only was the Elf confident in her personal skill, but they were also currently traversing through a forest. No matter where an Elf went, the forest was their home, they would have an advantage even when facing beasts and anyone that tried to ambush an Elf in a forest where their senses were at their peak would be foolish at best and suicidal at worst. Therefore one couldn't name her for taking it easy as she watched the Fox tracking along.
It seemed walking on four legs was still most comfortable for his kind, he acted more like just a regular larger fox as he twitched his nose about while trotting along, supposedly tracking the scent of her stolen item. Even Analise, a being close to nature, didn't quite understand how beasts could possess such incredible senses and tracking abilities, much better than elves even. Her hostility towards the conniving creature gradually shifted more towards curiosity as they went, which further contributed to her subconsciously easing her guard. And it was exactly because of this that the fairly skilled elven warrior was caught in a situation she never should have been in.
"Aghk-?!"
Shkshk~
All of a sudden, a pained yell echoed in the empty forest, followed by a hurried scampering noise! Within a half second the pain on Ana's face was replaced by burning rage as she almost instantly notched an arrow to her bow and took aim! However, the assailant had already taken up hiding behind the trunk of a large tree, almost fast enough to leave a bright orange after-image where he'd scampered off from. Analise cursed over and over in her mind as she looked at her calf that was barely exposed above her boot. The pain originated from a small collection of fine needles that were now stuck in her leg, needles that had supposedly been hidden in the damned Fox's tail that he'd brushed against her leg just now!
Obviously regular needles would have never been enough to incapacitate a grown Elf, however it was the identity of these needles that made Analise horrified. It was a very familiar type of needle to Elves as it came from a specific flower that was one of the most dangerous in nature to their kind. The reason for this was proven almost immediately as a great sense of dissonance suddenly caused the Elf to drop to her knees like a puppet with its strings cut!
"Ugh, damn fox-!"
It was a struggle for her to even yell in rage right now as her insides were even more enraged. The secretions of the flower's needles caused the mana inside of her to go absolutely ballistic, the flow was disrupted and excited sporadically, causing all order in her circuits to become destroyed like a country's roads piled up with carriages with horses that had suddenly become scared and gone wild! This was a temporary effect that at most would have made a regular person extremely nauseous, however to a faerie race like the elves that were greatly intimate with mana on an intrinsic level, the effects were greatly exaggerated to where she would be struggling just to hold on to her consciousness for a short while! And this short while was all it would take for things to go horribly wrong.