Outskirts of a Malaysian Village

A village within the jungles of Malaysia slept soundly that night. They had managed to find off an attack by a Polynesian war party and even had a few prisoners that they had distracted themselves with earlier. Now many were either drunk or resting their loins.

This was a ripe opportunity for another war party of Futas from India, cocks up and heads down while they were on the prowl, sneaking through the jungle, out of sight and out of mind. They had a few options that they could do.

The leader could scout around and order an attack right here and now, flanking the village on all sides and absolutely plowing those malaysian butts. Or they could simply pass by as there was a larger group they could intermingle with north of their location. And the village may have allies here too.

The leader only had so long to decide as two Malaysians walked out with a screaming Polynesian prisoner between them. The sight would only get her Futas nice and riled up.

She hit her lip as she watched the duo spit roast their prisoner...