The back road

Nobody wanted to fight against beastgirls. Those things could pin you down and ravage you a hundred ways in a single night. And most of the time they’d take you back to their lair to ravage you some more afterwards. Many futas that were taken by beastgirls weren’t heard from again for years. Sometime they were never heard from again at all.

Two days of traveling down the quiet side road gave them a long peaceful view of the trees and local wildlife.

“I think this path is getting narrower.” Alea commented.

“They assured us it was wide enough for our wagon the whole way through.” Yadra said.

“We’re already two days in. Soon enough we can meet up with the western road into Hardrock. We’ll just be coming in from the west rather than the south is all.” Yadra had taken the reins from Jenna several days ago, when the younger futa had spent all day sleeping.

Just an hour later, the group came across a big log in the middle of the road.

“Amateurs.” Yadra cursed. “Don’t know how to fell a log properly. Just give me a few minutes and I’ll get this… hey, by the looks of it, this was cut intending to have the tree fall in the middle of the road?”

“Somebody wanted to block the road?” Alea immediately had an intense sensation of danger, causing her to duck her head. Not a moment too soon, for a bolas flew just over where her head had been a moment ago.

“Look! Behind that tree!” Jenna shrieked.

“Bandits!” Yadra shouted. “Damn, need my axe!”

But as she turned back to the wagon, a second bolas flew through the air. The bandits aimed this one lower and quickly tangled around Yadra’s legs, toppling her over on the ground.

Jenna was fiddling with a box on the wagon, searching her pockets for something.

There were four bandits, three of them were dangerous alpha-looking futas, one of whom looked even more muscular than Yadra. The fourth was small and clearly a beta who didn't intend to get involved in the fight.

Alea realized she was the only abled-bodied person up and about. Her actions would determine if they’d be able to repel these bandits or if they’d become another box of loot.

A week ago, Alea would have been helpless, but after fucking Jenna so much, Alea’s reserves of Resolve had risen to an unprecedented level. No longer was she bound to simple magic tricks. She'd honed her fire palm to an entirely new level and was no longer restricted to making contact with her target. This morning, she'd used it to throw a fireball.

With such a weapon, Alea had a good chance of evening the odds. That muscular bandit was probably the leader. If Alea was able to take her down, the rest of the bandits would probably scatter.

Alea focused her will and rallied her resolve. She’d never done this before, and she was adapting a technique to a greater level than she’d ever done before.

Deep breaths.

“Take this! Ha!” Alea thrust out her palm toward the big bandit, intent on striking the other futa down with a fireball launched from her hand.