Poppy

The Yordle stood tall on the hill overlooking the cave in the side of a large, ominous mountain. Though the sun is high in the sky as the afternoon is just starting, the air felt still and dark. The animals seemed to walk the air with an air of caution as the mouth of the cave exuded a fearsome aura.

The Yordle’s platinum blonde pigtails shook in the warm breeze of the forest. Her massive hammer slung over her shoulder as violet eyes gazed down at the cave from the top of the hill. Though her buxom, curvy form is restrained by her armor, her large hearty bust tightly confided in the armor along with her curvy hips, she still held the air of a stalwart knight. Even at the height slightly taller than a child, Poppy still has a stoic expression on her face as she obverted the entrance to a cave.

The knight’s large ears twitched at the distance moans she could hear from the deep within the cavern. The monster’s within doing untold horrors to their captors. Though the moans from said horrors are not ones of pian as the few echoes she got gave a small blush on her face. The distance ‘oohs’ and ‘ahh’ from the cavern are anything but ‘pained moans of **** victims’

The small knight had come at the request of the local village to tend to a strange monstrous toad issue. Simply put the monsters have been taking women and turning them into breeding stock. It didn’t matter the age, or status, as long as they are beautiful and young the beast would come for the women to help bolster their numbers.

The scaly green beasts would attack the village at random, snatching up daughters and mothers of all types. What the beast’s lacked in the skill of trained fighters, the made up in pure strength and numbers. Easily overpowering the men that tried desperately to protect their families and friends and stanching the women and taking them back to their cave. There is some hope as occasionally women escape or are saved from within the cave.

The women that did escape, however, became sex fiends that will even lay with a wild animal. Asking any man willing to have their way with her on the spot. The village had sent a previous team of fighters out to try and be rid of the monsters. But none of them have returned in three days and the attacks have been getting more frequent.

Though Poppy was just passing through, she could not in her good nature leave the village in such a state. Without taking any pay, the honorable Yordle took a stand for the poor village. With a collective sigh, Poppy slides down the hill to begin her job.

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Poking her head out of the bushes, a few steps away from the cave, Poppy gazed out into the darkness of the mouth of the mountain. The moans of its captives getting louder in her large sensitive ears, making her face turn red as she tried not to listen to them and focus. Going over her options, Poppy began to mull over what is the best way for her to move forward.

Perhaps she should look around the area first? It would make the victims wait longer but caution is something a knight is known for.

Though while caution is prudent, she should at least look at the mouth of the cave to judge what she is up against. It could risk her getting caught, but her sensitive hearing should be able to catch anyone or thing sneaking up on her.