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Soma strode casually down the cobblestone path that led from the gates of her large family manor and into the bustling city of Oakhaven.
Soma had never really taken in the sights before, at least not as her current soul. She was always scampering from one place to the next since she had started her current adventures. She breathed deep of the fresh air as she walked, noticing certain things she knew were there in the background but never-quite picked up on:
Shops here-and-there marked with 'Be Back In 15' signs, while grunts and moans flowed from their darkened windows. Similar sounds of pleasure flowed muffled from the upper-levels of the inn she passed, and echoing, louder ones came from the darkened alleys she passed.
Everyone walking the streets seemed unconcerned by the lustful commotion, the cheeks of several of both anatomy types of women even reddening as they passed a particularly loud broadcast of lovemaking. If one couldn't find a partner they'd simply service themselves somewhere; never really out on the open streets, though conditions could certainly devolve.
The concept of forced sex was abhorrent to the law of this city, anyone found to be taking it in such a way would have their mana stripped from them; doomed to live a life of weakness and pity. Companionship could freely be bought, but the terms of the contract must be adhered to; everyone knew what they were getting into.
Before Soma even realized it she found herself in front of the doors to the Adventurer's Guild. Soma took a deep breath, squared her shoulders, set her jaw, and with a firm determination crossed the threshold once again into Oakhaven's Questing hub of the powerful and not-so-powerful...
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The heavy oak doors of the guild house swing open with a familiar creak, admitting the bright morning sun and the confident stride of a young woman who feels far more centered than she did a week ago. Inside, the atmosphere is a thick brew of iron, old parchment, and the underlying, electric scent of various mana signatures clashing in the air. The room is a cacophony of noise: the boisterous laughter of a party returning from the wilds, the frantic scratching of quills on contracts, and the low hum of strategizing mercenaries.
At the center of the hub, the great quest board looms like a monolith of opportunity, plastered with weathered parchments offering everything from simple pest control to high-stakes monster hunts.
Standing behind the polished mahogany reception desk is Mira Vane, her sharp eyes scanning the room with the efficiency of a hawk. She barely looks up from her ledger as the door closes, but she recognizes the rhythmic click of your boots immediately. A small, knowing smile tugs at the corner of her lips.
Mira Vane: "Back from the manor, I see. And walking with a bit more weight in your step. I trust your 'recovery' period was... productive?"
She closes the ledger with a definitive thud and leans forward, her glasses catching the light. There is a professional curiosity in her gaze, one that acknowledges your growth without needing to spell it out.
Mira Vane: "The board has been refreshed this morning. A few mundane tasks for the novices, and a couple of 'cautionary' requests for those feeling adventurous. Since you've returned to us, perhaps you'd like to see what the city requires of you today?"
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Soma happily greeted Mira with a wave and a smile, marching her cute little butt up to the Quest board, eager to get back to her tasks after being cooped-up in her manor for so many days. Soma had a few things on her plate, including an upcoming first official Apprenticeship session with Master Thorne, but today she would find something fitting for her Level and Rank.
She noticed something rather peculiar as Soma scanned the postings; there was one that was stacked together with multiple sheets, stuck into the board by a thick pin. The intention seemed to be that anyone could tear off one, but also leave more copies for multiple Adventurers to take-on at the same time, though at present moment a grand total of zero sheets had been taken.
The Request field, in large print on the top form simply read:
"FIND FLUFFY!"
Soma examined the posting, it appeared to be written in thick black charcoal pen. The lettering was erratic and misshapen; it would be hard to make out if not for the simple words used. It looked like a typical child's scrawls in crayon from an Elementary on Earth. Awww...a kid lost their pet, Soma's eyes actually moistened slightly.
She stepped up to rifle through a few of the under-sheets, not finding the details of the Quest to get any better; in fact they got worse!
One sheet simply said "HELP" while upon another was written "PLEEEEZ" and finally one that read "BOO HOO", and appeared to be stained with what could only be dried tears; causing the charcoal to run slightly as if the words themselves were weeping.
In the reward box was just 50 Reputation points with a Rank E requirement and nothing else. But if Soma could actually complete this quest, it would advance her to Rank D. The emotional bond between this child and pet seemed strong, Soma wondered if the spell she had in her possession from completing her first Quest, Soma's Scent, which could track emotions, would be able to find the lost pet?
Soma turned to Mira, indicating the stacked posting, and said, "Hey Mira, do you know anything about this one?"
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Mira’s expression softens, her professional mask slipping for a moment to reveal a genuine, almost mischievous glimmer of excitement. She watches as you examine the tear-stained scrawls, noting the way your eyes moisten at the sight of the "Boo Hoo" parchment.
Mira Vane: "Oh, that one. Yes, I'm quite familiar with it. It's... a very special request, Soma. Heartfelt, to say the least."
Mira leans her elbows on the mahogany counter, her gaze drifting toward the door.
Mira Vane: "It’s a bit of an unconventional posting, isn't it? But the reward is there, and the need is urgent. If you're feeling charitable—and if you think your unique talents can track down what's missing—I'd highly recommend it. It's exactly the kind of 'emotional' work you seem suited for."
She reaches over and slides one of the charcoal-smudged sheets toward you, inviting you to take the contract.
Mira Vane: "Just head over to the residential district, near the edge of the blossoming orchards. Look for the house with the oversized sunflowers in the garden. You can't miss it."
Mira gestures for you to head back out into the sunlight. The path to the orchards is a scenic one, lined with fragrant blossoms and the distant sound of laughter, but the mystery of "Fluffy" now pulls you forward. You feel the Soma's Scent spell humming faintly in your mind, ready to be unleashed upon the world to find the source of such desperate, weeping longing.
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Let's see... Soma stood in front of the shabby, run-down house in front of her; with wilted sunflowers standing hunched. Seemed to be the place. No wonder the Reward had no gold, the kid's mothers must have really scraped up their contribution points up to help her.
Knock Knock
"Helloooo! I'm Soma, a Rank E Adventurer with the Guild, here about the quest-"
The door was suddenly thrown open with a violent force, denting a hole in the wall inside the house; which had similar prior dents all over it. Soma, who had expected to be looking down at a child on the other side of the portal when it opened, slowly cast her gaze up. And up. And up.
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The suddenness of the movement leaves a rush of wind in your face, and for a heartbeat, you are staring at a chest of monumental proportions, clad in a thin, straining piece of linen that looks like it’s fighting a losing battle against gravity. Your gaze travels upward, past a narrow waist and a face currently distorted by a level of emotional desperation that borders on the manic.
Standing before you is not a weeping child, but a towering woman whose presence seems to swallow the very doorway she just demolished. Her hair is a wild thicket of curls, and her eyes are rimmed with a frantic, glistening red.
Orc Woman: "YOU'RE HERE! OH, GODS, YOU'RE ACTUALLY HERE! PLEASE TELL ME YOU'VE FOUND HER! TELL ME SHE'S SAFE IN YOUR POCKET OR YOUR BAG!"
Before you can even utter a syllable of your introduction, she lunges forward. She doesn't just hug you; she envelops you, her massive frame hoisting you clean off the cobblestones. You are crushed against a bosom that feels like two warm boulders, the air leaving your lungs in a sharp whump. The scent of lavender and raw, unbridled panic washes over you as she begins to sob openly, her voice booming like a thunderclap in the small space.
Orc Woman: "My sweet, precious, fluffy little angel is gone! Vanished! I can't eat, I can't sleep, I can't even think straight! You're an Adventurer, right? You have a nose for these things! You can find her, can't you? Tell me you can!"
She shakes you slightly, her grip like a vise, her eyes searching yours for a promise of success. In the chaos of the embrace, you can see the interior of the house—it is a disaster zone of overturned furniture and scattered pillows, as if a giant had tried to find a needle in a haystack and decided the only solution was to destroy the haystack.
Orc Woman: "Wait—do you have a tracking spell? A scent-hound? Anything?! Look at me and tell me you can find Fluffy!"
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"Oof! Uh...oh...hello..eep!" Soma was crushed into the big Orc's hug, breath fading away until the Orc noticed something was wrong and released Soma, blubbering tears of apology.
Soma finally got a good look at the tall woman. She was fit and curvy with large breasts, a thin linen strap tightly constricting them. Her only other article of clothing was an extremely tight pair of pink hot-pants, with little hearts on them, and a big puffy camel toe sticking out...
Wait. Soma squinted closer. That's not a toe.
"C-cock?" Soma stammered into the open doorway, looking down at the little bulge poking out.
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🎲WITd20 Target 9Roll 15+0= 15 SUCCESS
As the Orc releases you with a loud, sobbing gasp of apology, you stumble back, your lungs finally expanding. Your eyes, still reeling from the suddenness of the encounter, drift downward. There, stretching the fabric of those heart-patterned pink hot-pants, is a distinct, pulsing protrusion. It isn't the fold of a dress or a stray piece of clothing; it is a firm, unmistakable ridge.
The realization hits you with the force of a physical blow. Your eyes widen, and the word escapes your lips before you can filter it.
Soma: "C-cock?"
The Orc woman freezes. Her sobbing stops abruptly, replaced by a look of sheer, bewildered offense. She looks down at her own crotch, then back at you, her face flushing a deep, vivid crimson that clashes violently with her green skin.
Orc Woman: "YES! I have one! Is that a problem?! I am a woman of stature and substance, you little sprout!"
She throws her massive arms up in the air, the movement causing her chest to bounce precariously under the thin linen. The raw energy of her frustration vibrates through the floorboards of the run-down house. Despite her outburst, the glistening tears are still streaming down her cheeks, reminding you that beneath the booming voice and the shocking anatomy, there is a heartbroken owner of a missing pet.
Orc Woman: "Forget my anatomy! My Fluffy is still out there, probably shivering in a ditch or being bullied by a squirrel! Tell me you can find her, or get out of my doorway before I accidentally knock the rest of the wall down!"
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"Um...no, it's uh..not a problem at all, actually! It looks...cute! Ah, you haven't introduced yourself to me, and the Quest sheet didn't give a name..." Soma breathed out, confused but a little horny at the soft but fit curves of the tall Orc woman that also had a little extra.
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The sudden shift in your tone catches the Orc completely off guard. The indignation vanishes, replaced by a look of sheer, wide-eyed confusion. Her jaw drops slightly, and the crimson flush on her cheeks deepens, spreading down her thick neck. She isn't used to being called "cute"—mostly because she's usually the one doing the intimidating.
Orc Woman: "C-cute?! Who are you calling cute, you little—"
The aggression drains out of her as quickly as it arrived, leaving her towering over you with a clumsy, flustered energy. She realizes she hasn't even told you who she is, let alone what "Fluffy" actually is. She lets out a sound that is half-sob, half-giggle, and steps back, finally giving you some breathing room, though she still looms over you like a green mountain of muscle and soft linen.
Gerta Proudcock: "I... I'm Gerta. Gerta Proudcock. And Fluffy is my... my darling little companion! The sweetest thing in all of Oakhaven, and she's been missing since yesterday evening!"
Gerta Proudcock: "Now, please! You said you're an Adventurer! Do you actually have a way to find her, or were you just complimenting my... my equipment?"
AROUSAL: 5 (+5)
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Proud...cock? This cock was anything but proud, but Soma said nothing. It wasn't Soma's place to embarrass the poor woman whom had just lost her little pet. She kept her thoughts to herself, and focused on the task at hand.
"Mmm! Yes! I beleive I may be able to find her! I have a spell, Soma's Scent, ah, no relation. I can track strong emotional bonds like the ones the two of you share."
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Gerta's eyes widen, a glimmer of genuine hope finally cutting through the haze of her grief. She looks at you, really looks at you, noticing for the first time how small and delicate you seem compared to her own hulking frame. The mention of a tracking spell seems to act like a spark in a powder keg of emotion.
She doesn't just step toward you; she surges. In one fluid, powerful motion, Gerta scoops you up, pinning you against her chest with a strength that makes your ribs groan. The excitement on her face is visceral, her breathing heavy and ragged. The gratitude is overwhelming, manifesting as a sudden, intense surge of pheromones and raw desire.
Gerta Proudcock: "I can't even describe how grateful I am! I feel it in my soul! I feel it in my... everything! I can't just give you reputation points for this—it's not enough! I want to thank you properly! Right now! In this very house!"
Without waiting for an answer, Gerta pivots and marches back into the house, her stride purposeful and heavy. She doesn't let you go for a second, her grip firm and possessive. As she carries you toward the bedroom, you can feel the heat radiating off her skin and the unmistakable, hard press of her anatomy against your thigh through the thin fabric of her pink hot-pants.
Gerta Proudcock: "The spell can wait five minutes, can't it? Or maybe you can cast it while we're... occupied? Please, let me show you how much an Orc appreciates a savior!"
AROUSAL: 25 (+20)
Image: Soma being carried off to the bedroom (suggestive, no nudity)
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Just five minutes? Soma pouted a little, seemed Gerta was one for quickies. It felt nice that Gerta was calling her her savior already, though all Soma had really done for her up to this point was comment on her small cock; which was now a pretty decently-sized one as it became fully erect. Soma supposed that back on Earth this would have been considered an average male cock, the proportions of Gerta simply making it look a little ridiculous when soft.
Soma's minor spike in Arousal actually felt welcome after being sequestered within the manor for so long. Soma relaxed her body into Gerta's one-armed carry, with that hand gripped tightly around Soma's buttocks. Her Aether-Silks responded; blouse, boots, and pants melting away, to leave Soma clad only in a mess of tight leather straps with golden buckles. Soma's breasts and pussy were fully exposed.
Gerta boggled a bit at the sudden shift in attire, but was too dumb to comprehend it and just wrote it off to Human sex-magic. The leather straps were convenient hand-holds for Gerta; she didn't even need to throw Soma on the bed, she could just take her like this, standing. Hot-pants crumpled around Gerta's ankles and she kicked her feet out of them.
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Gerta lets out a guttural moan as the leather straps bite into her green palms, providing the perfect grip to hoist you higher. Her eyes roam over your exposed skin with a hunger that borders on predatory, her breath coming in hot, ragged puffs against your neck. The contrast between your pale, soft curves and her rugged, muscular frame is stark, and the sight of your breasts heaving in anticipation seems to drive her over the edge.
Gerta Proudcock: "Magic clothes! You're just... you're just perfect! I can't wait another second!"
With a sudden, powerful surge, Gerta slams your back against the bedroom wall. The impact isn't painful, but it's jarring, leaving you breathless as her massive body pins you in place. She doesn't waste time with finesse. Her hands, rough and warm, slide along the leather straps of your outfit, using them to hike your legs up and wrap them firmly around her thick waist.
The friction of her skin against yours is electric. You feel the sudden, scorching heat of her erection pressing hard against the slit of your pussy, a blunt force of nature demanding entry. Gerta lets out a loud, wet sound—a mixture of a sob and a groan—as she tilts her hips, guiding her length toward your opening.
Gerta Proudcock: "Oh, Goddess... you feel so warm... so tight already!"
With a sudden, forceful thrust, she drives herself home. The sensation is overwhelming; you are filled completely, stretched wide by the sheer girth of her. A loud, wet slap echoes through the room as her pelvic bone hits your backside, and the force of the impact sends a jolt of pure, raw pleasure straight to your core.
Gerta Proudcock: "Ngh... haaa... you're so small... so tight... it's like a vice!"
She begins to move with a frantic, desperate rhythm, each thrust a heavy, rhythmic thud that vibrates through your entire body. Splat. Squish. Slap. The sounds of your joining fill the room, drowned out only by Gerta's booming breathless moans and the occasional, loud thump of her back hitting the wall. She is not gentle; she is a storm of green skin and raw desire, driving into you with a level of passion that feels like it could tear the house down.
AROUSAL: 65 (+40)
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Soma didn't know how 'tight' she was exactly, as she had taken Gerta's sliding length quite comfortably. The cock felt nice down there, buried entirely up to the hilt, lubed up by her now mildly-gushing pussy juices. Valeria's cock, the only one Soma had actually taken since coming to this world, had trained her well.
Gerta was having fun playing with all the straps on Soma's naked body. She ceased her pounding of Soma against the wall from the front and flipped Soma around, carrying her to the center of the room. Soma leaned back against Gerta's big, cushion-like Orc breasts, as the Orc woman gripped the straps around her thighs to hold Soma steady; hanging in the air like Soma was languishing seated on a recliner.
Gerta began to buck her hips rather aggressively up into the suspended Soma, a steady hammering pace beginning to build. Suddenly, Soma felt something very unexpected happen:
Thwip!
"Oh!" Soma exclaimed.
Thwip! Thwip!
"Oh! Ohhhh?" Much to Soma's dismay, Gerta's long-hanging scrotum began to flip upwards and smack Soma's clit with every thrust. Wild shocks of intense pleasure began to surge through Soma's body as her clit was whipped and whipped repeatedly, emerging from her clitoral hood only to become more sensitive in the air, beginning to rapidly throb and engorge as each Thwip! slapped against it.
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The rhythmic thwip-thwip-thwip of Gerta's scrotum against Soma's engorged clitoris creates a frantic, wet percussion that echoes through the sparse room. Each strike is a bolt of electricity, sending shivers up Soma's spine and making her toes curl instinctively. The sensation is a chaotic blend of pressure and friction, an unexpected bonus to the deep, filling stretch of the Orc's cock inside her.
Gerta Proudcock: "You're shaking! Oh, you're shaking all over! Do you like that? Do you like how my balls are dancing on you?!"
Gerta's breathing becomes a series of guttural huffs, her grip on Soma's leather straps tightening until the material groans. She increases the pace, her hips bucking with a raw, animalistic power. The thwips turn into a continuous, blurring vibration of flesh on flesh, pushing Soma closer and closer to a precipice of sensory overload. The friction is becoming heat, the heat is becoming a fire that consumes every other thought in Soma's mind.
Gerta Proudcock: "Look at you! Just a little thing and you're taking all of me! Yes! Just like that!"
The world narrows down to the point of contact—the deep, pulsing ache of fullness and the sharp, stinging pleasure of the rhythmic slapping. Soma's breath comes in short, ragged gasps, her head lolling back against Gerta's shoulder as her body begins to coil like a spring, gathering the tension of a thousand tiny sparks all converging into one singular, explosive point.
AROUSAL: 120 (+55)
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Soma's over-peaked Arousal—that she had previously assumed capped-out at 100 before a passionate dinner-date with Valerith—drove Soma's pleasure to staggering new heights. Each little Thwip! exploded against her like a firecracker, causing Soma's vision to see stars. It seemed all the Mana-training within the manor had deepened her capacity for Arousal.
"A-a-a-a-a, y-e-e-s-s-s!" was all Soma could stammer out as she felt the orc woman's proud balls and proud little cock hammer out their tag-team combination on Soma's now-swollen pussy. Release was finally starting to build and crest for the both of them.
Gerta began to spurt little streams of cum up into Soma's waiting womb. Soma clenched her walls around Gerta's cock as tight as they could go, compressing herself as mightily as she could around it until it just barely grazed her cervix, attempting to contain as much of the cum as possible. Soma shuddered and came while the warm hot cum streamed into her willing womb.
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The world dissolves into a white-hot blur as the climax hits. Soma's body arches, her toes curling with a force that could snap a bowstring, as the internal pressure of Gerta's release meets the violent contractions of her own. The feeling of the warm, thick seed filling her womb is an anchor in the storm, a heavy, satisfying weight that grounds her even as her mind drifts into a cloud of pure, shimmering euphoria.
Gerta Proudcock: "OH! GODDESS! YES!"
Gerta lets out a final, thunderous roar that seems to shake the very foundations of the small house. She collapses forward, her massive chest heaving against Soma's back, her breath hot and smelling of wild musk. For several long minutes, the only sound in the room is the synchronized, ragged panting of two women and the slow, rhythmic dripping of excess fluids onto the floorboards.
As the haze of pleasure slowly clears, the cold air of the room returns to Soma's skin, reminding her of the quest that still awaits. She feels a strange, buzzing energy humming through her veins—the unmistakable spark of experience gained through intimacy. Her muscles feel slightly more responsive, her mind sharper, and a lingering warmth in her belly that tells her she has been well-filled.
Gerta eventually stirs, sliding away with a clumsy, contented sigh. She looks at Soma with a mixture of awe and genuine affection, her expression softening into something almost maternal, despite the predatory hunger of moments ago.
Gerta Proudcock: "Whew... I think I actually saw the Goddess for a second there. You... you're something else, Soma. Truly."
Gerta stands up, stretching her massive limbs with a series of loud pops, and reaches for a robe to cover herself. She looks toward the door, then back at Soma, her voice regaining its booming confidence, though it's now laced with a supportive warmth.
Gerta Proudcock: "Right! No more dawdling. You've got a job to do, and I've got a pet to find. I can't go with you—my legs are like jelly right now, and honestly, I'm too big to sneak through the brambles where Fluffy likely is. But you've got my scent, and you've got the magic."
Gerta walks over to a small table and picks up the quest sheet, handing it back to Soma with a firm pat on the shoulder that nearly knocks the smaller girl over.
Gerta Proudcock: "Go on then! Track my little darling. Bring Fluffy back to me, and I'll make sure your reward is even more substantial than this little thank-you. Now get out there before you lose the trail!"
EXP: 100/200 (+50)
AROUSAL: 0 (-120)