Reese's Raiders

Grimm could hear his captors setting up camp around him. His eyes were still wedged shut, although it was getting harder to stay focused: the realization that these women were cows triggered something inside him, and he wanted to get a glimpse.

Just a glimpse...

"Hey Lennox," asked Buttercup. Grimm could tell she was sitting right next to him. "Are you sure the boss said we could do whatever we wanted with him?"

"That's not exactly what she said," Lennox replied, further away. "But I mean, like... she didn't say we couldn't. But, umm... wait until he wakes up," Lennox said.

"Wait, why?"

"'Cause it's fucked up to do shit to a sleeping person. Without their consent, anyway."

"Oh, I see."

"We're bandits, not criminals."

"Yeah!" Buttercup exclaimed. "So, like --" She was in the middle of saying something when her hand slapped Grimm's face. Without thinking, he grunted in pain. Dammit.

"Oh, shit," Buttercup murmured. "I think I just woke him up."

No, you didn't.

"Wait..." Buttercup muttered. "If he's awake... then I can do stuff with him!"

Wait, what?

Grimm suddenly felt a hand wrap around his flaccid cock.

Oh, no.

Buttercup was stroking him off! Grimm involuntarily squirmed at the cow's touch, stifling a groan as he felt himself harden. She was firmly grasping his cock, but didn't seem like she wanted to actually make him cum. It was like she was playing with him.

"Man, this guy's big!" Buttercup said, laughing. "Not like those losers we usually haul back to HQ."

Lennox laughed. "I think the boss is going to be happy with this one."

"I know I am," said Buttercup, her hand still tight on Grimm's cock. His toes curled in the dirt. This escape was not exactly going according to plan.

Buttercup stroked him harder. It was hard not to moan from the stimulation, but Grimm endured. For how much longer, he wasn't sure.

The bull gritted his teeth as Buttercup stroked faster, tightening her grip. He was still coming out of his deep sleep -- he didn't feel like he had total control over himself yet. The ropes weren't helping, either.

Then it happened. He couldn't help it: he wasn't at the top of his game yet. Grimm's eyes flashed open as he shot a huge load into Buttercup's fist. He let out a loud gasp, lurching upward from the sensation.

"He is awake!" exclaimed Buttercup. Grimm saw that her eyes were wide with excitement, and that she was sucking on the fingers of the hand she'd just used to jerk him off. "Yo, guys!"

_Ah, fuck. I suck at adventuring._

There was no point keeping up the charade at this point. Grimm kept his eyes open and tried to sit up, only to slump down due to the ropes.

"Hi!" Buttercup exclaimed, sticking her face close to his. "I'm Buttercup, and you're my prisoner!" She backed a little. "Well, I guess you're our prisoner. I'm guarding you, anyway."

Grimm got a good look at the woman who'd just jerked him off. She was covered in yellowish fur, and looked to be shorter than Mars. A curly, dark brown mohawk ran down the center of her scalp, framed by a pair of stubby horns. She was doe eyed, and had thick lips. Grimm noticed she had a small hoop pierced through her lower lip. She was wearing an open vest and a pair of tight, incredibly short shorts. And of course, Grimm noticed her tits. They were huge, like all cows'. They weren't as big as Mars's, but would still be enormous on virtually any other species.

Grimm saw another figure approaching.

"Hey Lennox," Buttercup said, "this guy's totally awake." She poked Grimm with her foot. "And his cum tastes good!"

"Good to know," Lennox said, chuckling, as she dropped down to her haunches to inspect her captive.

Lennox was light brown. Her hair was silver and cut into an undercut, similar to Mars's, but was shaved higher on the sides. Her eyes were light blue. Lennox was wearing a thin undershirt that had been cut to accommodate her massive bust -- she was much bustier than Buttercup, and her orbs jiggled and strained the fabric of her shirt with every subtle movement. She did not appear to be wearing pants.

Lennox put her hands on her knees as she crouched before Grimm. Her tits were so big they were hanging between her legs.

"Well, well, well," Lennox purred. She looked into Grimm's eyes before scanning the rest of his body. She licked her lips. "It looks like you've got the Buttercup Stamp of Approval."

"I'm honored," Grimm growled, struggling against the ropes. "Who the fuck are you?"

"I'm Lennox, you've already met Buttercup, and those two --" She gestured toward the camp. A campfire suddenly roared to life, making it easier to see. Grimm saw the other two cows standing near the fire. "-- are Daisy and Tats."

"Pleased to meet you." Grimm sighed. "Who's your boss?"

"Boss?"

"I heard you talking about a boss. Something about her giving you --" He gestured at a grinning Buttercup with his head "-- permission to have your way with me."

Lennox smiled. "In that case, I might as well come clean. You ever heard of Reese's Raiders?"

The name was vaguely familiar. He'd heard tell of a gang of bandits living in the woods near the border to the bovine lands, but he'd never cared enough to hear the details. What was a bandit gang to him, as long as they left him alone?

"A little. Not much. Didn't know they employed cows."

"Oh, we're all cows!" blurted Buttercup. "Even the boss!"

Lennox shot her a look. "Why did you tell him that?"

Buttercup shrugged. "Not like it's a secret."

Lennox sighed, then turned back to Grimm. "We're taking you to our boss. You're a prize catch, you know?"

"Thanks," Grimm groaned. "I'm assuming Reese is your boss?"

"Yep!" exclaimed Buttercup.

"I assume you're not gonna let me just walk there with you?"

"Nope!"

Grimm sighed. "Then can you at least prop me up? I can't see anything."

Buttercup looked to Lennox for an answer.

Lennox shrugged. "Why not? Just don't untie him."

Lennox and Buttercup grabbed Grimm by the sides and hauled him up to a tree stump. They propped him up so that his top half was sitting straight. His legs were still bound tight and straight, jutting forward from beneath him.

"Better?" Lennox asked.

"Mildly," said Grimm.

Lennox stood up, and from this angle Grimm got a great view of her jiggling tits. He also saw that Lennox's shirt wasn't just cut on the sides and top, but on the bottom, too, giving him a great glimpse of her underboob.

Lennox clapped dirt off of her hands. "Well, then. That's settled." She looked around the camp. "Hey Tats, how's dinner coming?"

Grimm looked over at the campfire. From this angle he could more fully see the camp.

He saw the cow known as Tats. It was obvious who she was before she even spoke. Tats had snowy white fur, with long black hair and sweeping bangs. True to her name, Tats was covered in sailor tattoos: anchors, hearts, skulls and crossbones; Tats's body was covered in ink. She wore little other than a loose tunic. Like Lennox, she did not wear pants, opting to instead show off her tattoos. Her chest was bigger than Buttercup's but smaller than Lennox's.

"It's coming," Tats said. "I found some mushrooms and herbs. Soup okay?"

"Sounds good to me," Lennox replied. "Buttercup?"

"Soup!" Buttercup yelled, pumping a fist in the air.

"What about me?" Grimm asked.

"What about you?" Lennox shot back. She grinned at him. "We're the ones doing all the work." She walked back to the center of camp, giving Grimm a view of her thong-clad ass.

Grimm sighed and leaned back against the stump. Buttercup leaned in toward him. She poked his cock with her index finger, making him shudder.

"I'll be right back!" she said. Then she stood up and walked back to camp. Grimm was surprised to see that, of all the cows he'd met so far, Buttercup probably had the biggest butt. For a cow her chest was relatively small, but her ass was enormous: Grimm was surprised that such a small set of shorts could contain Buttercup's gargantuan rear. Her cheeks jiggled and bounced with each step.

Grimm realized he was growing hard again.

"Come on, come on!" Buttercup was yelling at one of her companions, heading back over to Grimm.

He drew in a sharp breath when he saw Buttercup approaching with Daisy in tow.

Grimm knew this fourth cow was Daisy. She was the only one he hadn't personally seen yet. And man, there was a lot to see. Daisy stood a few inches taller than Grimm, and with more training she would have been just as muscular, or at least close. She wasn't musclebound or anything like that, just visibly athletic and strong, with tautly muscled arms and legs and stomach. Grimm could see Daisy's muscles ripple beneath her chestnut fur. Her hair was dark auburn and braided into a long, thick ponytail. Grimm was surprised to see that Daisy's green eyes were framed by a pair of glasses.

The height, the muscles, and the glasses certainly made Daisy stand out, but Grimm was of course overtaken by her bosom. He was beginning to think he might have a fetish, because Daisy's mammaries made him rock hard. They were, without a doubt, the largest tits he'd ever seen. They dwarfed Mars: each bouncing orb was at least as big as Mars's entire chest. The sight was made even better by the fact that Daisy wore nothing but a narrow strip of cloth across her chest. It wasn't even big enough to fully cover her nipples -- Grimm could see Daisy's dark areolae peeking from above and below the cloth. A thin loincloth hung between Daisy's legs, providing virtually zero meaningful coverage.

"Why did you bring me over here?" Daisy asked, planting her hands on her hips. "I've already seen him."

"Yeah, but now he's awake!" Buttercup replied.

"Okay."

"Don't you wanna... you know...?" Buttercup prodded Daisy with her elbow, grinning.

Daisy looked over Grimm's body. "Maybe later," she said, a soft smile forming on her face.

Grimm gulped. Something about Daisy intimidated him.

"Food's ready!" Tats yelled from across the camp.

"Come on," Daisy said, nudging Buttercup with her arm. "Let's go eat."

"Soup!" Buttercup exclaimed, pumping her fist. "See you later, prisoner!"

Buttercup and Daisy strode back to camp, and Grimm was pleased to discover that, not only did Daisy have a gigantic ass, her loincloth did not cover it at all. He couldn't help but smile as he relaxed against the stump, trying to formulate a plan to escape.

Nearby, his captors ate.