Day 17

Twisting and squirming as he might, there was no way Bobby could escape the onslaught of kisses from his leader. She held him down with all her weight, holding him in an iron grip as she pressed her snout against his skin and sniffed him up and down his neck, losing herself in his scent and leaving a trail of sloppy kisses along the way as she made her way to his mouth.
"Snap out of it, boss...! Ump..." The bandit slapped the orc woman across the cheek, and her relentless lovemaking came to an abrupt end. She blinked and looked at Bobby lying beneath her, startled and confused as her eyebrows furrowed into a scowl.
"If I told you once I told you a million times, Bobby! Do not... Call me Boss!" Bess raised her fist over her head in anger.

Bobby sighed in relief seeing his leader back to her old self, but his blissful smile soon vanished into an expression of horror as he saw the fist aimed at his face, "Bess... Bess... We got ourselves a case of chumps! And they're kicking our asses!"
"What!?" Bess dropped her fist and raised her head, looking around herself to see the doppelgänger slumped back in the driver's seat, and Gus nowhere to be seen.
With a grunt Bess rose to her feet, lifting her sword over her shoulder, "All right, listen up! I've got no idea who you clowns are, or what you think you're doing, but I'm putting an end to this circus right now!"
Thomas wrung his sword from the flesh of the odd little woman, leaving no mark on her body, "Don't go pinning this mess on us now! We were just tagging along for the ride, minding our business, when you mooks took the wagon completely off course!"
"Well, you know what they say, if you tag along for the ride, you gotta be careful not to get tossed off!"
Thomas cocked his head, " Has anyone actually said that? No! No one has said that!"

"Take out the rider, Bobby! And then take the reins." Bess commanded.
With an excited smile, Bobby unsheathed his falchion and raised it before himself, "You got it, Bess! One chump fillet coming up!"
He rushed towards Thomas, who awaited Bobby with his blade ready, eyes focused and ready to meet his opponent's blade.
With a swift motion Thomas's sword fell on the bandit, who just about managed to meet it with his curved sword. The edge of the longsword ran through Bobby's blade, swatting it to the side and continuing through his arm and through his entire torso in a single clean cut. He fell on to the carpets shirtless, as his tunic landed to the floor in two equal slices.
Thomas could only look in awe at what he did, "...Good gracious me! What was that!?"
Every time Thomas had fought against a monster girl he had suffered a humiliating defeat. He had been told that, because of his demonic energy, fighting against other humans wouldn't be that hard. Nothing could have prepared him for just how frail his fellow humans had become now. He couldn't even indulge in triumph over having defeated someone for the first time. All he could think was whether he really fought a living, resisting opponent, or if he had merely mistaken one for a mass of tissue paper.

Simon pulled in the reins, and the donkey slowed down. The clopping sound became less frequent before they stopped, and silence replaced the whirring of the wheels underneath them.
"Hee-haww!!" The donkey shrieked.
"There there, girl!" Simon said in his kindest voice, "You did a fantastic job. No need to worry. We'll get you back to momma soon enough."

Ofelia soared high in the sky, carrying her prisoner princess style as she looked from above to where the wagon travelled, finding it had stopped on the road.
"You can let me go now." The bandit said, "I can walk on my own two feet, you know?"
"And let you rally up your bandit brothers to gang up on us?" Ofelia shook her head with a smirk, "Don't think so. Though I don't have a clue what exactly I'm supposed to do with you..."

"This lil' light of mine.... I'M GONNA LET IT SHINE~!"
Looking down towards the singing, the tonedeafness of which was more than made up for by enthusiasm, Ofelia spotted the former driver of the cart, now wandering along the side of the road all alone while singing to herself.
"Oh... Looks like an opportunity presented itself!" Ofelia said as she descended, gliding towards the short blonde wanderer.

Now void of cart and donkey, and deserted in the middle of the forest, the former wagon driver had dropped her disguise and turned back into her monster girl form. Protruding from her temple was a pair of curled golden horns, and her humanoid ears were replaced by long, slim golden slips ending in obstute angles. The sheep girl had lost a year's worth of shearing, but she didn't have to worry about that until later.
For now she was as determined not to let any unfortunate development get to her as she had ever been about anything, which is to say not much. The former wagon driver donned a dopey smile on her face as she wandered along the road in pace to her song, "Not gonna eat it, NO~! I'M GONNA LET IT SHINE... Not gonna eat it, NO~...!"
The sheep girl's song came to an abrupt halt, as her smile faded into a confused pout. She spotted in the sky a winged creature soaring towards her, which was neither a bird or a bat. When she recognized it as the white-haired succubus who had hitched a ride with her wagon earlier, a cheerful smile grew on her face, one bigger than the one she had before. She waved frantically at the incoming succubus.
"Ahh!! Hiya there, Sis!"
The succubus flew in an arc before gracefully landing in front of the sheep woman on both feet, carrying a grown man in her arms like a baby.

"Hey... You." Ofelia cleared her throat, her eyes shifting, "I'm sorry... I really can't remember what your name was."
"Ehehehe... Don't worry about it. Neither can I." The sheep girl sighed, "I miss my bottle..."
"Yeah, I'm sorry for your loss. But listen, if you could take this bad boy off my hands for a bit, I'd be eternally grateful."
"Okay," Gus chuckled nervously, "This has been hilarious. Time to stop now though, and let me go."
The sheep girl sniffed the bandit, "Ehehe... Something about this guy is familiar. Oh, I wonder where I've seen him before..."
"He was one of the bandits who stole your wagon."
The sheep girl pouted, "...Not the one who broke my bottle, I hope?"
"I'm gonna go ahead and say... No." Ofelia declared, as the sheep girl's face lit up with a smile once again.
"Ehehehe... I like him then. Come to momma."
As much as the bandit struggled and squirmed and swore, the succubus handed him over to the sheep girl's waiting arms, who unceremoniously hoisted him over her shoulder.
"Thank you lots, ehehehe..." The sheep girl said, stroking the leg of her captive.
"Hey, you're doing me a favour, really." Ofelia said, "Speaking of which, we will be recovering your wagon for you, so don't you worry one moment about that."
"Bess will stomp you to the dirt! Where you belong!" The man held over the sheep girl's shoulder yelled as he kicked and twitched helplessly.
"Looks like she couldn't do much for you though." Ofelia folded her arms.

"Great news... Ehehe. You tried to take my cargo, but ended up as my loot instead. Isn't that funny? Ehehehe..."
"Hilarious. You can put me down now." The bandit tried to kick himself loose, but the sheep lady held him firmly in place.
"Just follow the road, and you'll run into the cart eventually. All right?" Ofelia leapt up and flew away, floating in place as she waved, "See you in a moment then!"

The sheep girl watched as the succubus soared away into the grimey sky, and when she was out of sight, her dopey smile turned into a lewd one.
"Hey... Ehehe... I miss my bottle... So much. But maybe I can try your bottle. See if it has the same effect... Ehehe..."
"Your... Bottle...?" Gus pondered, until realisation and horror struck him, "...No. No, you wouldn't. I won't allow you!"
Regardless of his complaint, the sheep girl headed off the path, into the forest to find somewhere hidden where they could be by themselves.
"This lil light of mine..."

Thomas found the enormous sword of the orc falling towards himself. Dodging out of the way was not an option. Not with a cramped, uneven terrain like inside a loaded cart. Instead Thomas raised his sword over the head and propped the blade against the palm of his hand, preparing to receive it with both hands. and with his entire body behind it.
The orc's blade clanged against the flat of Thomas's longsword, and as much as Thomas tried to become an immovable shield against the strike, he turned out more like a baseball, being sent flying out of the cart. and landing flat on his back. Once he had shook himself out of his daze, and regained his bearings, the first thing he saw was the collosal orc woman falling towards him foot first, attempting to stomp him into a pancake. In the very last instance, Thomas rolled away in time for the orc's boot to impact the ground. The very earth shook, and the ground shattered and cracked where her foot landed.
By the time she landed, the orc already had her sword raised above the head, and with blinding speed was sent toward Thomas, who lay sprawled on the ground. He rolled in the other direction, a split second before the enormous blade crashed into the ground with the impact of a cannonball, sending debris flying around it and splitting the earth into a large fissure where the blade had landed.
With the orc's sword sunk into the ground so deep even she had to exert herself to retrieve it, Thomas took this opportunity to slash at the orc with an ascending cut as he rose to his feet. Bess caught the attack in the corner of her eye, and slipped her huge body away from the slash, leaving it on course with her head.
The orc bit down on the blade like an animal sinking its teeth in her prey. No matter how hard Thomas pulled and dragged on the sword, it remained firmly fixed between her teeth. The orc stomped Thomas on his chest, shoving him back and twisting his grip off his weapon.

The orc spat out the sword, kicking her own blade into a trajectory where she could pull it out, and lift it in front of her body. The orc rushed at Thomas with the speed and power of an elephant stampede, each step making the ground tremble underneath her.
"RAAAAAHHHH!!"
It was too late for Thomas to leap to the side, as he was right on a collision course with her. Instead he leapt towards her, sliding on the ground between her legs and rolling to his feet. He ran to where the orc was a moment ago, and picked his sword off the ground.

"Ma'am, I think you need to calm down," Thomas said as he propped the sword against his shoulder, "This is no way for civilized people to settle their disputes. Please, can we not sit down and talk this out?"
The orc came to a sliding halt before looking over her shoulder, back towards Thomas with a wild grin on her face, "You kidding me, boy!? I'm just starting to enjoy myself!"