Becky sets out to find the gnolls treasure

"Secluded. Maybe more. I don't think anyone comes here often. But I found it, the gnolls just aren't made for secrecy. Maybe this is where they store their spoils. They're marauding creatures, after all. They have to store the things they steal. Do they perhaps use this room as a vault. Or for magic. It would be an exciting find something, and the respect I'd get. And they'd all praise me for bravely going alone through this- this ocean, of black, and dark. I wish I could sense magic. "

She thought to herself, occasionally she would murmur out what she was thinking, but hastened to silence herself. Biting her lip and praying that sound wouldn't carry out of the alcove. She was thinking as she walked, squatted down and slowly testing in front of her before each step. She sniffed the air, underneath the damp smell the room felt unusual. She couldn't figure it out, but it made her heart rate spike. She stood still, looked behind her, and gathered her thoughts.

"Maybe there is something in here. But it won't be the stolen goods, or food. No, I can't smell any food so maybe. Maybe not many gnolls come here, or even know about it. Maybe only the leaders- the big ones, I couldn't take them. God what am I walking into. No, wait. There's no one here. There has to be. they can see in the dark, but not pitch black, so if I'm not alone then I can make it back. How long is this place it could be miles. I think it might not even be the gnolls, hopefully it's natural, and they don't know the faintest thing about the science of geology, or it was carved out by someone before them."

A horrible thought dawned on her, that she was terrified, that she was feeling a hopelessness that she couldn't imagine possible as an adult, that she was talking to herself so she didn't feel so lonely in this hidden corner of a gnoll's den. She looked ahead, the she couldn't see the back wall. The cave got dark, until it was pitch black, and then it got darker still. She checked behind her, she couldn't see the crack that she had crawled through, but at least she knew that she'd only walked forward. She looked straight ahead again. And something shifted. Her mind went blank, and all she wanted was to see sunlight. Trying to shake herself out of it, she shook her head and looked up. And the cave looked back. Her pupils expanded, then shrunk again. She saw the cave moving, the darkness moving. The entire wall was writhing and she saw herself in the darkness, gripping the chest of a Gnoll.

He was big, she knew that much, and her fingers gripped the dirty, matted fur, all over his chest. Becky saw herself on top of the gnoll, he sat on his hind legs, and a flash of pink. Both were bottomless. His knot was visible, wet and veiny. It disappeared into her, and grew longer as she sat up, and slide down the manbeast's cock. She was horrified, watching herself rise up, revealing a shaft getting thick, more swollen and purple as it reached it's tip. It didn't end, the cock was larger than she knew she could take. And then she saw herself slide down the cock, slightly moist, and glistening. Until she reached the knot, and then she rose up again. Becky saw herself whispering into his ear, they were talking about how much they loved each other, how glad she was to help show the Bravos how wonderful gnolls felt. If only they would stop fighting it and learn to embrace it.

Becky covered her mouth, she wanted to be sick, she would never sellout her family like that. With her mouth covered she felt her breathing, it was harsh. She felt the heat on her ears, and then the shame came crashing down. She was wet, she was enjoying watching herself take the gnoll, she focused on how aroused it had made her. Then her heart sunk as she felt the gnoll's cock. it wasn't there but she could feel every inch.

She fell foreword, and realized that she had absentmindedly been crawling on her hands and knees the entire time that she had seen the vision, her hand landed on a sharp rock that took her back. She looked down at the floor and tried to hold back her tears, she was grateful that she could think straight. She immediately turned around, but felt a call behind her. She actively tried to look only back at where she came from, but caught herself. She looked back, and hated herself as she caught herself doing it. She saw, once again, herself, riding a gnoll. now she was faster. Becky could really hear both of them howling. And then the vision turned, only her head, and only so slightly, but she made eye contact with herself and winked.

And then they were gone, Becky was left staring back at the eternal darkness instead, empty and still. She was have been staring for two minutes before it morphed again, into something more horrid. She saw herself, all alone falling and wishing to be caught by the gnolls. Longing for something other than the dark. Wishing that she were pinned between two gnolls, fucking her, fucking her pussy and fucking her ass because they couldn't tell them apart, and then when they would smell her ovulating, they'd fuck her harder. All so that she wouldn't be alone in the dark.