Seriously though, find the orc.

Hilda

"I thought I would find you here." I gave Vera a warm smile, as she strapped on her gear. The little dwarf was looking mighty intimidating in her war gear, though we know better don't we?

She looked to see another person in the landing chamber. The room the prince's troops used to land on the ground far below. "How'd you figure that?"

I gave her a smile. "I figured you'd choose a challenge that required high constitution, and you weren't at the bar."

She didn't like that joke. Something about it stabbed at her. I tried to shift through centuries of memory to recall what I knew of Vera. Nothing. It's amazing what you forget at my age. I'd only just recalled my mispent youth as a rogue. Ha! If only Night knew the things I got up to when I was her age.

Ah, there I go getting lost in my thoughts again.

Luckily it's just a moment's lapse for the lesser races. "I'm sorry dear, I didn't hear that."

"Why did you want to find me? Come to gloat?"

I smirked. "I hate to think I was a gloater when I was a human. No. I came to check on you." I raised my fist in solidarity. "And join you on a jolly adventure!" Never tell a dwarf you're there to help, only to provide companionship.

She tightened a gauntlet, deciding she'd rather play tough than wounded. Good girl. "I don't need you slowing me down."

Love it! I let out a laugh. "An elf slow a dwarf down? What do you know, that I don't?"

"Your constitution score apparently."

I smiled. "I'm confident your assistance will stave off the worse of my inadequacies."

In that wounded kind of way she looked me over. Suspicious, cautious, scared. "You're sure you want to go scouting with me, there must be something better suited to you?"

I waved her concern away. "I just won a round, two in a row would just be vulgar. It's your company I seek for the day."

The Princess of the North had been easy enough to figure out. She wore her hurt like a bloody shirt. It was the princess of the mines that continued to concern me. What was this great wound she kept wincing around?

"Fine." She held a finger up. "But no tricks."

"Wouldn't dream of it!"

Night

The hunt was on.

I was gracing my way through alley ways, over carts, though open windows. It was all so easy for me. It was like a video game. All you had to do was press a button and the sprite would scale an obstacle. It was the same for me. I only needed to think of how I would get over an obstacle and my body would execute on it perfectly.

Rimwall not so much.

Especially not when I wrapped my whip around his feet.

The poor guy stumbled and crashed to the ground. The Drow was demanding I rewarded her for the athletics. The struggling toy in front of her seemed apt.

I reigned her back. I was in control.

“You didn’t even let me ask my question.”

“No way!” Grimwall grunted and worked his was along the ground. “This is was above me Night. I’m not getting involved.”

I dug my heel into his back and snapped my whip free. “Then what do you call this.”

“Aaah.” He hissed. “This isn’t fair, I was minding my own business!”

“Oh hush. We’re not even close to the capital. No one will know you helped me. I just need to know where Balthazar is hiding.”

“How should I know? I’m just a fixer.”

“You saying that shows an awful contempt for your profession. Come on, don’t make me whip you Rimwall.” I dropped the tip of my wip in front of his eyes. “This thing is going to give you the weirdest boner.”

“Fine!” He sighed and moved to get up, but I **** him back down. “You’re such a bitch, I don’t know why I work with you.”

“Everyone’s been saying that. You all should join a support group. Now where is he?”

He grunted one last time before spilling the beans. “Follow the orcs. They’re defecting to Balthazar’s side to be with the princess. They’ll lead you to him.”

I grinned. “Now that’s interesting.”

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Daisy

“Something just happened.” I muttered and looked around the stark room. Something wasn’t right.

Skye who I both recognized and hated floated above me. "Your master punished you for your failure, do not fail again Daughter of fatbutt."

"Ugh." I clutched my hand to my chest. I felt so anxious and terrible but I couldn't figure out why. "I feel awful."

Skye nodded. "Failure oft tastes thus, but let it fade dear girl. Your master fixed you, and that is all you need concern yourself with. Now be off little Fatbutt, a challenge is afoot, and ye need not fall further in the eyes of your peers."

I'd transitioned from rubbing my chest to groping my boobs. They were so big! Like an anime girl! "What challenge is that?"

"The traitor Balthazar and his stolen bride Jasmine hide somewhere away from our sight. Ye princesses eight must find the location of this wizard most foul."

Hmm finally a challenge that didn't involve me getting turned to paste by the orc. "You got a cauldron?"

Vera

Twigs? Dirt? Mud? Stomp! Stomp! Stomp!

I was a freaking tank!

It felt good!

I’d never been much of an outdoorsy person. I mean I’d slept and pooped in some creative places but never real camping. This was nice though.

You’d think a dwarf would hate hiking, short legs and all. Nope! Not me! I was just plowing through at a steady pace. I felt solid, powerful. I bet I could just go in a straight line and bulldoze straight through a tree.

Hilda was keeping pace too, little out of breath though. Had to do these fancy little moves to climb or jump, but not me.

“You seem in good spirits.” She huffed, we’d been going for hours and her long legs were clearly getting tired.

“This is fun.” I said. “I’m finally having fun.”

“That’s good. It is a game, so Skye claims.”

“Not for you though, right? This all feels like real life?”

“Yes.” It was clipped, a nerve had been hit. “This all doesn’t feel real to you?”

“Some of it feels too real.” I lamented, meaning my parents. “But no. I used to be tall and cocaine skinny. Being a hairy little fatass doesn’t feel real.”

“I imagine you’d favor being an elf.”

“I imagine you would think that.” Damn I was in rare form today. I even picked up the pace to make her sweat. If elves even could. Was this because of Night? I’d always liked Hilda.

When she was human.

This new thing though was not human…. A hilarious observation I know, considering.

Fuck it.

You know I really didn’t feel like unpacking more emotions today. I’m not taking another pity win. I can beat this one on my own! Then I get to sleep with Gabe, and can have his babies!

Ohhh…

Yeah…

THAT!

Heh, that gave me all sorts of emotions too.

“Perhaps we slow down and catch our breath?”

I feel fine.

I feel unstoppable.

I push on ahead. If I win Gabe gets to breed me. Wow, that end of the lollipop didn’t look so fuzzy. No getting rid of me then Gabe. Not once I’m your baby Mama.

Gosh what was the place doing to me, and why did it all feel so good?

I gasped as I stomped over a hill. There stretched out before me was a lone river of green, and white. "What's this?"

Hilda soon came huffing behind me, redfaced and redheaded. "The armies of the Orcs and Drow?" She asked curiously.

"Where are they going, to rescue Jasmine?" I watched their long lines snake across the country side.

"I don't think so." Hilda sighed.

"Where the princess goes, so to go her people. They're protecting their girl."

"But why the Drow? Night's with us."

"Night's on her own. Who knows what she's planning." I recognized the hate in her voice. The drow and elves aren't on very friendly terms. Heh, it's kind of funny knowing this nerd stuff now.

"She was acting... a little hostile this morning."

"Common for her kind." Hilda sniffed. "We must warn the prince."

"Agreed. You go back, I'll follow them and try to figure out where they're going."

Hilda hesitated, then nodded. A small smile on her lips. "I trust you Vera Hammertits, make Gabe proud."

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Daisy

“Himbo Cum.” I demanded and held out my hand.

“Oui.” Jaque fetched the vial and spit it into my hand.

“Excellent.” I giggled, feeling like a total catch. Actually bubbling brewing witch magic! So cool!

Himbo cum, so funny. It's like I was in a horny hentai game, but for real. Really hot!

I uncorked the vial, and let it slime it's way into the cauldron. Then with a big ol' spoon I started mixing.

"Himbo cum and eye of newt reveal to me theeeeeeee...." Oh damn. "Himbo Cum and eye of newt reveal to the the wizard's moot!" I cackled and peered into the cauldron, and didn't see much but bubbling cum. "No? Okay. Eye of Newt and Himbo Cum look out busdriver here I come!" Cum and come? No never. "Ummm boil boil pot of cum, look out busdriver here I...nope. By the stirring of this cum, something wicked this way...fuck!"

"You are an embarrassment." Jaque said, licking his balls.

"I'm working on it Jaque some constructive criticism is welcome."

The cat just shrugged and kept licking.

"Busdriver, lair, orc, Jasmine. Cum, Jasmine, Cum, Jasmine. I give this cum a little stir take me to the wizards lur. Fuck that was close. The newt lost his eyes, so let me stare, rightuponthewizardsliar!" With that final rhyme the cum finally starting swirling, clouds seemed to form in the green goop of the plot, and wouldn't you know it? Form a picture!"

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A new chapter right on schedule! Shout out to the guy who liked last chapter two years after it was posted lol.