Falling For The Gnoll Warrior

Main Pairing: F Human x F Gnoll (with pseudo-cock!)

Main Kinks/TWs: Interspecies, Monsterfucking, Dominant woman, Size difference, Girlcock, Scent enjoyment, Vaginal, Oral, Cum swallowing, Creampie, choking, biting

This story takes place after Seeing Red and features the same characters, but it isn't required reading or anything.

To be as clear as I can possibly be, many aspects of the gnolls in my setting are loosely inspired by the biology and behavior of real-life spotted hyenas! That means the females are bigger, stronger, and have big ol' pseudo-cocks!

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A bump shook Rinny out of her slumber. Yawning, brown eyes fluttering open, she shifted atop the caravan floor and sat up. Across from her sat two of her fellow adventuring partners -- Grilda, the towering half-orc barbarian, and Mouse, a petite halfling cuddled up to her side. They couldn't be any odder of a pairing if they tried, but seeing how comfortable the two of them were together never failed to make Rinny smile.

The party's fourth and final member sat outside at the perch of the caravan. Cerulean blue scales shimmered against the sunlight as Khisk studied a map of the land, a forked tongue flicking between her lips to taste the cool air. As a lizardfolk, she easily stood out the most in a crowd.

Together, the four of them formed Team Irongale.

Rinny peaked outside at the sea of grass, trees, and rolling hills as their caravan moved across the open valley. "How much longer to Devmir?" She asked.

"Getting impatient?" Grilda chuckled, two short tusks jutting from her lower jaw whenever she smiled. "It'll be another night or two till' we reach town. Ah' thought monks just meditated or whatever when yer' bored?"

"Meditation is only useful if I need to clear my head. Otherwise, I just get antsy without anything to do." Rinny shrugged.

"Need a little sparring match to get yer' blood flowin'? Ah'm always game!" Grilda said with a grin, pounding a fist into an open palm.

Before Rinny could say anything, Khisk stepped onto the caravan bed, hissing her disapproval. "Not now! We must stay moving and be on guard -- from this point on, we're venturing into gnoll territory. Keep your eyes out for scouts and raiders."

The half-orc raised an eyebrow. "Gnolls? Ah' know the ol' cacklers. Just don't bother'em, and they won't bother ya'. Real simple," she said, laying back as she crossed her arms behind her head.

"That's... Not what I expected to hear from you, orc. Surely you know how infamous the gnoll clans are for their savagery towards outsiders? I thought you'd be reveling in the chance for a fight." The lizardfolk narrowed her icy grey eyes.

"Can't always trust the tales, lizard. They're not monsters. For every story ya' hear about a savage gnoll attack, just ask who started it, cause' it ain't them. Listen, Ah' know a thing or two about bein' judged unfairly... It ain't helpful to nobody," Grilda said, an unusually contemplative look on her green face. Mouse silently snuggled up closer to her side.

"I think Grilda's right." Rinny perked up. "We should stay on our guard, but let's not make any assumptions. Maybe they'll even be friendly! I've never even met a gnoll before... I'm a little excited, honestly!"

After all, that was her very reason for leaving the monastery she grew up at -- to travel the lands of Amouria and learn of its many peoples and cultures, strengthening her mind and body with knowledge. Who knew what kinds of valuable secrets the gnolls held?

Grilda laughed, pulling the halfling in tighter against her chest with a flustered squeak. "That's the right idea! Say, lizard, does that map say exactly where the gnoll village is? Might be worth payin' the cacklers a visit."

"Yeah! Let's do it!" Rinny said.

"No, it doesn't." Khisk flicked her tongue at the half-orc, glowering. "And even if it did, I wouldn't approve -- it's a risk I'm not willing to take, and it would be a waste of time. We've already been traveling for days, you know. Some of us would like a warm bed and a hot meal sooner, rather than later." There was a natural hiss to the lizardfolk's accent that she usually suppressed, only letting it slip when agitated, like right now. Her eyes drifted over to Rinny, softening just a bit before she shook her head and headed back up to the perch.

Grilda snorted. "Yeesh. Ol' sour scales over here. Ya'd think a gnoll shat in her porridge or somethin'."

"It's been a long trip. I'm sure she's just on edge." Rinny shrugged. Standing up and stretching her arms over her head, she arched her back with a satisfying pop. "I'll go talk to her."

Before she could make another move, the carriage suddenly lurched to a stop. Rinny, Grilda, and Mouse all exchanged cautious glances. Taking point, Grilda led the other two outside, checking first to make sure there were no immediate threats before stepping onto the dry, grassy forest floor.

Their Hammerhound, Bessa, let out a snorting growl and snapped its jaws at the air. It was a muscular beast, about the size of a large ox, and covered in hard, leathery dark skin. The bizarre shape of its head earned the creature its name -- broad, flat, and shaped like the end of a hammer, with two beady eyes spread far apart on either end and a mawful of jagged teeth snarling below.

Taming a Hammerhound was no easy feat, but their brute strength, endurance, and perceptiveness to threats made her an invaluable asset. Bessa lifted her head and sniffed, clearly sensing something amiss as she growled and barked at the surrounding trees and bushes.

"What's the matter, girl?" Grilda patted her side. "Smell something?"

"Look! In the bushes!" Khisk said, keeping a lookout on the perch.

Rinny saw it too. The bushes shifted as a dark figure emerged, obscured partially beneath a tree's shadow as it skulked forward in a crouch, bright yellow eyes peering at them. The figure wielded a bow with an arrow already notched. Another one emerged from the greenery, holding a spear. More and more appeared from seemingly nowhere -- some hopped down from the trees, while others emerged from the ground wearing camouflaged cloaks that blended in with the scenery. All of them wielded some manner of bow, spear, or axe.

Gnolls.

The beastly folk all sported earthy, dark-tan fur, patterned with black spots or stripes. Their armor consisted of rough leathers and animal pelts shaped into simplistic cuirasses and skirts, sparse enough to give a clear look at the impressive, toned musculature underneath, muscles flexing visibly even beneath all that fur. Each one stood about as tall as Grilda, and just as muscular, if not more.

Among the eight or so gnolls that surrounded them, one stood out clearly to Rinny. They were the most impressive in terms of raw physical stature, standing tall, their rippling muscles so well-defined even beneath all the rugged fur and armor. Despite their strength, there was a certain curvaceousness that separated them from the others, with wider hips and a telltale bust hidden under the cuirass. They had to be female, right? Two golden loops hung from her round, furry ears, and a ragged tan mane flowed down her neck like a mohawk. She wielded a polearm with a serrated bone on the end, somewhat like a glaive. Even without words, the gnoll exuded an aura of confidence and command that the others lacked.

Khisk glared at the half-orc, raising her staff as sparks of lightning crackled in her palm. "...You were saying, orc?"

Immediately, Rinny shifted her feet apart and bunched up her fists, channeling psionic force to her weary muscles. It was her way as a monk to settle disputes without violence, if possible -- but if the situation came down to blows, she wouldn't hesitate to defend her friends. Her eyes flicked across every potential combatant, sizing them up, mentally noting their weapons and how to best counter each one.

"Don't start slingin' spells yet, lizard!" Grilda shouted, gripping her axe as the gnolls surrounded them with weapons drawn. "They're not raiders -- would'a attacked us by now if they were. My gnollish is a little fuzzy, but ehm..." Clearing her throat, she let out what sounded like a series of barks, shouts, and hisses, strung together with a loose cadence.

The atmosphere among the gnolls changed immediately. Looks of confusion and curiosity came over their faces, and they looked towards the female for guidance, strengthening Rinny's hunch that she was their leader.

Rinny crept up to Grilda's side and whispered. "...What did you say to them?"

"Just sayin' hello and that we don't mean no harm." The half-orc scratched her chin. "Ah' think."

"What do you mean you think?"

"Either that or Ah' just said something mighty unsavory about their mums."

The female of the group cocked her head, dark lips curling back to reveal a row of broad, off-white chompers as she craned her head back and cackled. "Had you truly insulted my mother, then I would have no choice but to skewer you upon my blade." She grinned, speaking in surprisingly fluent Common. Her voice was deep and rough, with a prominent growl to her words. "I speak your tongue. There is no need to butcher mine."

"It speaks Common?" Khisk blinked. The intensity of her spell faded, but the lizardfolk still kept herself on guard.

"She. Not It." Grilda glared, then turned her attention to the gnoll woman with a relieved smile. "My name's Grilda, and this here is my crew. Don't mind the scaly lass -- she's not as, ah... Culturally educated, let's say." She laughed, Khisk flicking her tongue and glaring daggers.

The gnoll took a step towards them, cautiously inspecting the four starkly different women. "I am called Khea." She patted her chest. "I lead this scouting group. What business do you have in our land, outsiders?"

"Just passin' through is all." Grilda answered.

"W-we're on our way to Devmir, and this was the fastest route. We don't mean you or your people any harm, Khea. I'm Rinny." The monk chimed in. Clasping her hands together, she closed her eyes and gave the gnoll a respectful bow. As she stepped closer, Rinny found her gaze wandering across Khea's powerful frame, dancing across every muscle and every faded scar on her hide. A dash of heat warmed the human's cheeks before she glanced away.

"Mouse." The halfling introduced herself.

Khisk hesitated for a second, then nodded. "...I am Khisk."

"And we're Team Irongale!" Grilda laughed, hands on her hips. "Just four lasses lookin' for glory and adventure."

By now, the tension in the atmosphere had dissipated entirely, with the other gnolls lowering their weapons as their leader handled the outsiders. A few spoke to each other quietly in gnollish, but none in Common. Perhaps Khea was the only one fluent?

"Irongale..." Khea pronounced, letting the word linger on her tongue. She barked at the other scouts in gnollish, the males looking confused as they seemed to question her. Rinny couldn't understand a word of it -- but saw Khea dismissing whatever her subordinate's concerns were with a casual flick of her paw. Eventually, the other gnolls relented and slipped back into the foliage, leaving her alone with Team Irongale. She turned back to the four outsiders. "I have ordered them to return to their guard posts. They will inform the others that I'm staying with you as escort, until you're at a safe distance from the village."

"That won't be necessary," Khisk said. "We're quite capable of handling ourselves."

The gnoll shook her head. "There are other scouting parties, and I fear that they will be less, how do you say... Trusting? Best to avoid fighting. We've had enough trouble coming from outsiders lately," she explained. Without waiting for approval, she turned and began heading deeper into the forest.

Khisk shrugged, then clicked her tongue as a signal to the Hammerhound, the beast snorting before following the gnoll's lead at a steady pace. Her heavy, keratin claws thumped along the ground and crushed any leaves or twigs in the way.

"Your beast is... Unsightly." Khea narrowed her eyes, gawking at its bizarrely-shaped head. "I have never seen anything like it."

"Hammerhound -- they're native only to the eastern lands."

"Hammer... Hound? I see the hammer, but not the hound." Khea laughed, her cackle echoing across the forest.

As the group continued, Rinny couldn't help being fascinated by the gnoll's appearance and mannerisms. Sure, the whole purpose of her journey was immersing herself in the customs of other people... But as her eyes followed the back-and-forth sway of her muscular hips or the subtle swish of her tail, it was hard to pretend that her curiosity was purely of the educational sort. The monk chewed her lip and tried not to stare.

Something else gnawed at the back of her mind -- what Khea had mentioned earlier, about outsiders causing issues for their people. "Hey, Khea!" she said, running to the gnoll's side. "I wanted to ask about something. Sooo... You said earlier that you've been having trouble with outsiders, right?"

The gnoll's ears pricked. "Indeed. For the past few days, poachers have 'set up shop', as you might say, in our lands. They hunt our animals and take them as they please, leaving only stripped carcasses. A group of scouts went to investigate, but have not returned. We fear the worst." Khea sighed, head hanging solemnly. "Our chieftess is preparing a greater effort to drive the poachers out, but I worry that more lives will be lost. They are organized and well-armed."

"Bastards, the lot of'em." Grilda snarled. "Only care about linin' their pockets, whoever gets hurt be damned."

"Yes, but... It is our business. We will deal with them, in time."

Rinny nodded. Her small fists tightened, an indignant fire rumbling in her heart as the information settled. She'd only just met the gnolls, and yet, the desire for justice became impossible to ignore. Outsiders caused their troubles -- who's to say outsiders couldn't help put an end to it? "Let us help!" She blurted out, drawing the attention of all. "I mean... Outsiders caused all this trouble, right? Maybe outsiders can help."

"What!? She just said it's their business, not ours!" Khisk sputtered.

Khea stopped, eyes wide as she looked down at the much smaller woman. "I could not possibly entrust our affairs to outsiders."

"But you said it yourself... They'll be prepared for another strike, and more of your people are gonna get hurt. That isn't right!" Rinny said, steadfast beneath the gnoll's gaze.

Khisk opened her mouth to protest again before Grilda interrupted. "Let's hear her out at least, yeah? Ah' like seein' her all fired up like this!" She laughed.

"Our chieftess would never enlist the help of outsiders," Khea said, ears falling against her skull as she seemed to consider the proposition. "It is unheard of..."

Rinny sensed the crack in her resolve, pressing on with a growing, confident smile. "But you know I'm right! I can tell! Your people didn't start this, and they shouldn't have to suffer for it. The poachers are expecting you to push back... But we have the element of surprise on our side. To them, we'll just look like another trading caravan passing through. And when they least expect it, we strike!"

"If they're willing to attack the locals, then we shouldn't bet on them being friendly to an unguarded caravan. Could just come across as easy pickings, yeah?" Mouse chimed in, reminding everyone of her presence.

"Then that'll be their mistake." Rinny grinned. "Either way, we have an advantage."

The gnoll sighed, rubbing her snout. "We have caught glimpses of the outsiders. They have many, and you are but four. You would charge into battle outnumbered, for a people you have only just met?"

"Yes!" The monk answered without a shred of hesitation. "Don't worry -- we're a lot more capable than you might think. You see Khisk? She's a battlemage. One spell, and she could turn a whole caravan into firewood, or skewer them on a thousand icicles. Isn't that right?" She turned to the lizardfolk with a cheeky little smile.

Khisk turned up her snout, crossing her arms over her flat chest. "Y-yes, I am in fact very accomplished, powerful, and highly educated in the arcane arts. That is all very true, but -- "

"And Grilda here has gotta be worth at least a dozen well-trained soldiers, let alone a dozen poachers," the monk said, stepping past the half-orc and gesturing towards Mouse. "As for Mouse, she's practically invisible when she wants to be. She can slip in and gather information before we strike." Pressing a fist into her open palm, she turned back to Khea. "We've dealt with a lot worse than some scumbag poachers. We can do this!"

Khea looked across the four women, uncertainty written on her hyena-like features. "That all sounds... Impressive. If I were to take you up on this offer, I would be working outside the guidance of the chieftess, so you would have no support from the clan."

Rinny nodded. "That's fine! Like I said, outsiders caused this, so I think it's only fair that outsiders fix it too."

" Ahem." Khisk cleared her throat. "Might I remind you that we are not a charity case, Rinny? Our expertise does not come free."

"If you can drive out the poachers, then I will see to it that you are rewarded handsomely back at the village," Khea said.

To Rinny's surprise, Mouse spoke up next. "That sounds great and all... But you never asked any of us before volunteering the whole team."

"...Oh." Rinny blinked, rubbing the back of her neck as her cheeks flushed an embarrassed red. "Yeah, I guess I didn't, huh? Um... All in favor of helping the gnolls, say 'aye'?"

"Aye!" Grilda's hand shot up in an instant. "Sounds like an adventure to me, and ain't that what we're here for? Won't say no to roughin' up some scumbags either." She laughed.

Mouse shrugged. "If Grilda's in, then I may as well. Aye."

Everyone turned to Khisk, Rinny eyeing her with an expectant smile. The lizardfolk sighed. "...Fine. But I'm expecting a suitable reward for our efforts. Aye."

"Yes!" Rinny jumped in place. "There you have it -- we're all in favor, and ready to go. Do you have any idea where the poachers are holding out?"

Khea nodded. "They were last spotted west of here, past the hills."

"Past the hills doesn't mean much to us. Can you point to it on a map?" Khisk asked, finally stepping out of the carriage with their map of the local area in hand.

Taking the map, Khea squinted for a moment before tapping on it with her claw. "Here. I believe they are using the hills to conceal their camp; some of our scouts have found their handiwork nearby... Iron jaws that shut tight, and branches sharpened into spike pits. Cruel traps," she explained, looking out as the sun began dipping beneath the horizon. "The night draws near... It will take us some time to reach the hills. It would be wise to rest and gather our strength first."

"Us?" Rinny perked up. "Does that mean you're coming along?"

The gnoll grinned and bared her mawful of ferocious-looking fangs, Rinny's heart skipping a beat -- those jaws were capable of shattering bone, or so she'd heard. "I will. This still concerns my people, and I cannot trust the matter entirely to outsiders."

The party soon reached a clearing in the forest, one that had presumably been used as a campsite in the past, with the remnants of a firepit sitting squarely in the middle. "We should set up camp here. I would take you to the village instead, but..."

"Suppose they're not all too privy to outsiders right now, eh?" Grilda chuckled. Along with Mouse and Rinny, the half-orc started gathering their camping supplies from the caravan, setting up some tents, and tossing fresh firewood into the pit.

Khea nodded. "If you are successful, perhaps that may change."

"We will be. I know it." Rinny affirmed with a wink as they gathered around the firepit.