Warning: The following story contains depictions of unaware wrongful imprisonment, sexual assault and fart fetish material.
Life Restart Part 4 - Timing is everything
"Next!"
It was yet another boisterous day inside the guild lobby. Margery the Wolfkin guild receptionist had just passed off an urgent request to an adventurer party with a 90+ success rate, making her feel assured that the quest would definitely be completed and that her job was done splendidly.
She'd been employed as a receptionist ever since the guild branch had been erected in the town and she could confidently say that her record for administering quests to suitable parties was top among her peers.
There were even talks of her getting a promotion soon, and while the Wolfkin expressed humility on the outside, she thought that it was about time given her multiple years of excellent service.
Everything had been by the books; she always maintained a polite attitude with the adventurers which was properly reciprocated by any adventurer that had grown accustomed to her presence at the guild.
The amount of problems that occurred when she was around could be counted on one hand after all this time. She had even recently managed to overcome her general dislike for trolls thanks to one of the new adventurers that had been performing surprisingly well as of late.
And speak of devil...
"Oh, good day...uhm, are you okay?"
It wasn't a question that a professional such as herself would blurt out out of nowhere, however Margery couldn't help it. The very same Troll, Hipple, now showed up at the front desk the same as any other day, except that she was a shadow of herself from just the day before.
Gone was her chipper attitude and radiating enthusiasm. Her hair that naturally looked messy because of the way it was cut now looked even more so. Her bearing that was often amateurish yet firm was now languid and even a bit tipsy. Most telling of all though was the dark circles under her eyes that could be clearly seen despite her already naturally dark skin. Her eyes themselves that were often sparkling with life were now slightly bloodshot while her eyelids seemed to be weighed down by something.
"...I'm fine."
She clearly wasn't, given her blaringly unenthusiastic response.
Margery was no idiot; a single glance was enough to tell that the troll was horribly sleep deprived. Now the Wolfkin was in a conundrum.
This was actually the first time that an adventurer had shown up to the guild in such a state. There were countless instances of them being drunk and belligerent, needing to be escorted out by guards, however, this and that were separate circumstances.
Nobody cared what trouble a drunk adventurer got themselves into, and receptionists had full authority to deny service to such ruffians, however there was literally nothing in the rule book on how to deal with cases like what was before her now.
"Are you sure you're in shape to go adventuring today?"
"...I'm fine."
What to do now?
Margery could tell that the others waiting in line were slowly becoming irate. On top of that, she couldn't try to delve too deep into an adventurer's personal business and couldn't deny them service base on her own personal conjecture.
At the same time, she obviously didn't want to send the Troll on a request that could prove dangerous given her current condition. It wasn't just because such a result could negatively affect her upcoming evaluation, but also because she was personally concerned about the Troll who was too simple to dislike.
"Okay, these are the requests we currently have available, feel free to choose from any of these."
Making a split-second decision, Margery quickly separated a certain category of requests from the stack she had in her under desk and presented them to Hipple to choose from.
All of them were basic fetch quests that even a child could accomplish if they were careful enough.
Thankfully, the sleep-deprived Troll didn't make a fuss and selected a random quest before moving away from the counter.
Margery was able to let out a sigh of relief before turning to face the next person in line with her renewed receptionist's smile. The Wolfkin could have never known the trouble that her little well-intended act would end up putting the Troll in.
And neither could the one who's eyes were trained on her as she slowly walked out of the guild.
***
It wasn't an exaggeration to say that Hipple felt like absolute shit. She literally hadn't slept a wink, opting instead to spend the entire night playing with her new toy.
It was to the point that the sun had already risen by the time her orgasms had decreased to a pitiful, human-sized spunk load. For a troll, that was like a human ejaculating with only air coming out. Though, the sheer quantity of spunk she'd shot from her brand new cum cannon over an entire night of consecutive fap sessions could put even the most vigorous male troll to shame. It seemed that her cum factories worked just as well as her meat rod that never failed to maintain its engorged state.
Jason could most certainly testify to this. The living underwear got the urge to hurl whenever he thought of just how much thick, hot, smelly troll jizz he'd been made to chug down over the course of a night that felt like the sun would never rise!
If he actually had a tongue, it would no doubt be numb right about now with how long it would've spent marinating in the Troll's briny ball juice. He was pretty sure he'd swallowed enough cock snot to feed a small family for a week, though most would probably rather starve that subsist off clumpy troll spunk. Though as the Troll's living underwear, he unfortunately wasn't awarded such a luxury!
PHHTTTHHRrRRpBBbrrRRrrRRPPptTTtttt
Jason had no idea where the Troll was currently going, he was completely blinded with nothing but the sharp scent of her semen and the usual rancid flatulence to keep him company. Whatever was on the agenda for the day, he only hoped that the Troll would soon visit a temple to have the damn curse dispelled! It was bad enough having to deal with everything else thrown his way on a daily basis, he really didn't want to have 'living cock sleeve' added to his long list of functions!
"Huuuwwhaaaahh!"
Hipple stifled a yawn as she trudged towards the quest location. The quest itself was a basic herb collection quest that was perpetually available to whomever was interested. She herself had done it numerous times and she knew the general location of the safest site well, however that wasn't where she was currently heading.
She instead opted to head somewhere else, a place where she'd encountered many of the specific wild herbs during a nearby subjugation quest. The Troll figured that the usual location would be sparsely populated due to the actions of other novices and instead wanted to gather as many as she could in the other location so she could quickly go back home and take a long nap.
PprrRrPPPRRRRRrrrrrRRrrrrrrrr
With her body feeling like she was floating on clouds and her eyelids that kept threatening to close, the gassy Troll trudged along the dirt road.
