Digit reconsiders her plans

Digit relaxed her grip and released her held breath. It had definitely seemed for a moment there that Mordekai was finally about to make a run for it. But then he just... calmed down.

Was he really that good a judge of danger? Or was it something else? Digit stroked her chin thoughtfully.

Her mind returned to explore the theory of this all being a test. Theoretically, the examiners could have set up every aspect with intent. In which case, could they have hexed Mordekai to never move? It wasn't too far-fetched. It did seem a bit too convenient that a small student such as herself just happened to wake up next to such a suitable mount.

In which case, Mordekai himself might have been a trap to lure her into inaction!

Okay, extrapolate! Digit thought frantically. What would that mean?

She turned her attention back towards the couple on the porch, and the cabin behind them. Maybe there was something in that cabin after all, something she might need to pass this test and get outta here. What if the only way to get at it was to sneak in while the two out front were... distracting themselves? This whole thing might have been scripted from the start for such a purpose!

Shit! She'd wasted too much time already if that were the case. If she hung around dwelling on the possibilities for much longer, her chance might be lost! She had to make a move now!

Reluctantly, she let go of Mordekai's antlers and started to cautiously approach the cabin. She spared the elk one glance back, imploring him to not run away while she was apart from him, before she turned her full attention back to the task at hand.

She flew low, coasting just slightly above the tips of grass, intent on doing her best to remain unseen and unheard. Flying beneath flower petals for cover whenever she could, she made it undetected to the fountain that sat a little ways away from the house.

Taking a quick break to steady her nerves, she ducked behind the fountain and poked her head just barely over the rim. The fuckers were still going at it, and with the amount of noise the girl was making atop the troll, Digit wondered why she even bothered trying to conceal her noise.

Droplets of cool water splashed against her face as she watched. She was suddenly acutely aware of the parched feeling of her throat, as her focus shifted from the couple to the liquid spraying from the fountain. Would it be safe? She didn't have time to closely analyse it, but it wasn't green with scum at least. Probably as good as any river she'd find around her.

Figuring her immune system was gonna be put through its paces sooner or later in this place anyway, she stuck her head under the flow of water and took a few small gulps, enough to satisfy her small fairy body.

Out of the corner of her eye, she spotted the troll push the wolf-girl off of him and stand up.

Digit dove back behind the fountain in a panic! Shit, had she been made?! Was the disrupted splashing of the fountain enough to catch his attention?!

Her body suddenly trembling, she poked a frightened head back over the rim of the fountain... and relaxed.

The troll wasn't coming after her. He had just been shifting positions. The wolf-girl was now face-down on the porch, with her head on the deck and her ass in the air. The troll knelt down behind her and forcefully reinserted his thick green shaft into her cunt, creating a fountain of their own juices that Digit was much less inclined to take a drink from.

This worked out in Digit's favour, as it put the troll's back in her direction, and the wolf-girl wasn't going to be seeing much besides the ground. Deciding to waste no more time, she speedily flanked around them both and came upon the side of the cabin.

"Be mine," Digit heard a gruff masculine voice say as she got close. "Pledge yourself to me and be mine. My baby factory. A brood mother for trolls. Fuck me every time you've delivered my offspring and be perpetually pregnant."

Ignoring the lame kink talk the troll was delivering, Digit fluttered up to the nearest window. She peered through the murky glass and tried to make out the contents of the dark room within.

"Yours..? Feel.. haaa~ Good?" a feminine voice mumbled out between moans.

Digit couldn't see much. A couple of bits of furniture, most of which was broken beyond all usefulness. Had her theory been wrong?

"Mine," the troll said firmly, commandingly. "Say it."

It was then that Digit spotted it. A haversack was lying just within the doorway of the cabin, right beside where the couple were going at it. She couldn't tell from here what it contained, but from the way it bulged, it definitely wasn't empty. If there was loot to be claimed anywhere, it would be in there.

"Yours! Baby factory! More... more! Give me!" the wolf-girl babbled, obviously too drunk on lust to be remotely coherent.

The window was closed firmly, and Digit could see from across the cabin that the other windows were similarly shut. Even if her fairy body had been strong enough to lift one open, the frames were so decrepit that they would definitely not be sliding open smoothly and quietly. With a quiet sigh, she flew up onto the roof and poked her head over the edge, looking down at the two on the porch while she tried to formulate a new plan.

"Yes, mine," the troll said, wicked glee lacing his voice. As Digit watched, he dug one of his obscenely long fingernails into the wolf-girl's asscheek and began dragging it across her skin. He seemed too intently focused on it for it to be random scratches, but Digit didn't recognise whatever it might be instead. "Forever."

The troll then rammed himself balls-deep into the wolf-girl and exploded into orgasm! The backsplash of his eruption was so **** that a couple of droplets very nearly splashed all the way up to Digit's rooftop vantage point. The wolf-girl let out one of her traditional screams, her loudest one yet, before her voice quietly trailed off into silence.

After a few moments spent basking in the afterglow, the troll pulled out. The wolf-girl's hips immediately slumped to the ground, as if the cock inside of her had been all that was holding her up. Obscene fluids continued to pour from her abused hole and coated the deck in a sticky mess.

The troll stood up and stretched with a satisfied-sounding grunt. He then reached down to collect his discarded loincloth, before lumbering over to the fountain. With a few splashes of water gathered in his cupped hands, he proceeded to clean off the cum from his lower-body as best he could.

He gave one last look back towards the cabin. Digit flinched back, afraid that he might have seen her, but when she peeked her head back up, she saw him strolling off into the woods. Evidently whatever business he had here was concluded.

And so that left Digit with the messy wolf-girl, who hadn't moved since the troll pulled out. Was she ****? Was it a trick? Digit couldn't be sure, but this might be her best chance to get at that bag...

...Wait, was her belly squirming?

The wolf-girl then let out a groan, as consciousness burned its way ferociously back into her head...

(1 action point: drink fountain water)

(1 action point: sneak up to the cabin)

(Roll to remain unseen (Digit evasion vs Troll perception): Digit 18 > Troll 14)