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.
