Homeward Bound: Edition

As usual, it was the insistent rumbling in his stomach that roused Moots that morning. A pained grumble on his lips, the old hermit fumbled to his feet and started to grapple sullenly with the chronically stuck latch of his tent. It had been what, a week since those good pups had left him with their basket of fruit? Not for the first time, Moots cursed his own gluttony; maybe it was some weakness of his, or maybe it was the nature of his stupid quest, but the old man just didn't have the ability to pace or ration himself. A whole bushel of fruit, more fruit than he'd seen in months, enough fruit to last him fuck knows how long, and he'd emptied the blasted thing in a single day. And sure enough, the next morning his quaking stomach sent him lurching awake again. Moots wasn't sure if he should be cursing himself, or his role, or the world itself as he finally **** his way out of his ragged little tent, but he sure did feel like cursing today so he figured why not, let's hit up all three. This was not looking to be a good day.

The smell enveloped him well before his squinting eyes could adjust to the morning sun. Moots's knees buckled, weakening under the soft aromatic **** while his mouth all but flooded in anticipation. The hermit quickly scrubbed his eyes clear and then gazed out upon it, upon the gorgeous roast boar that had been planted square in the middle of his campsite. Moots abruptly realized that he wasn't sure whether he had ever eaten something besides one of those stinky spiked fruits, his perpetual longing for their bizarre flavor, rather like a mixture of too-ripe banana, onion and foot stink, driven clean from his mind by the heavenly scent of roast pork.

The old hermit looked around wildly, hoping to catch a glance of his benefactors. There was none, but no matter. Ol' Moots hadn't forgotten the promise those pups had made him. The surprise was that they hadn't forgotten either. The old hermit, sniffing back grateful tears, offered a brief thanks to the world and kobolds in particular before tucking in. This was looking to be the best day ever

Boss Hi-Hi was not the sort to boast, unless he had done something great, which was everything he ever did, meaning he got to boast constantly. Which was perfect, because while he was definitely not the sort to boast, he was pretty sure he was probably the greatest and biggest boaster to ever live. And if he said so himself, which he did, he certainly had reason to boast now. His Big Plan was moving along flawlessly. The boss mongrel chuckling indulgently as he strutted around the hideout, ticking off his incredible successes one by one.

First, he'd gotten rid of those useless runts who's names he was sure everyone had forgotten already. He'd forgotten Shh and Gert and Mo-Mo's names days and days ago! Those guys were the worst!

Second, he and his pack had holed up inside the cave for the whole month, eating sparrows and listening to Hi-Hi brag about how swimmingly the plan was going. Okay sure, it was a little similar to Yip-Yap's plan, and it was sort of true that they'd had about ten more mongrels when they last tried the classic Pee on the Thing Maneuver, but Hi-Hi can been considering it and the simple facts were that he was at least five feet taller than that dead shrimp Yip-Yap, so this plan was at least five feet better.

Third, someone was coming into the cave! That was really a huge feather in his wait, someone was coming into the cave?!

Hi-Hi poofed out his fur in surprised anger, shocked that anyone would be so tiny as to interrupt his internal success listing. But sure enough, Soup was whining and whimpering that a group had sneaked up them. Absurd! Unacceptable! UnBig! The boss snarled, pushing past the scout to charge for the apparently poorly hidden hideout entrance. How hard is it to keep a hole covered with bushes?! After he had dealt this this, Hi-Hi resolved to reassess whether there were still some runts weighing down his pack. One good snap at these intruders and huh, they sure smell familiar and-!!!

The mongrel skidded to a halt, tail helplessly shooting between his legs as he found himself staring up at someone that who not a mongrel, but sort of a mongrel, and not Mo-Mo but also it was Mo-Mo, and way bigger than him and very scary and fuck he peed on himself and...

The blubbering boss was mewling and pleading even before the terrifying Not Mo-Mo picked him up and began to shake him around. And if there was one thing Boss Hi-Hi was just as good as as boasting, it was pleading. He was probably the best at it, if he said so himself.

You share a look with Gero, the big kobold shrugging before turning back to watch Momo throttle her former tormentor. Well, this wasn't exactly part of the plan, but whatever. You were going to need to show that Hi-Hi was no longer in charge anyway, and you're pretty sure that that point is being made abundantly clear to the other mongrels that have hesitantly gathered to watch their leader be whipped around like a ragdoll. Besides, forgive and forget is more Momo's purview that yours, and if she wants to take a measure of **** against the mutt who frequently argued for her to be expelled or killed, well, you are okay with that.

At length Momo dumps Hi-Hi back to the ground, the mongrel leaving behind a trail of submissive piss as he scampers to the back of the cave. Your companion lets out a huff, her thick eyebrows still furrowing the usual serene beauty of her little face as the rest of the pack stares at her in awe. You don't half mind the view yourself; it turns out Momo is fucking sexy when she's angry The priestess regards her former pack with a look of haughty authority, noting with satisfaction that noone is willing to challenge her gaze. She takes a moment to carefully stuff herself back into her robe, the girl's fat breasts having burst free as she cowed Hi-Hi, and then folds her hands back into her sleeves and gives you a resolute nod. It's time, then.

The mongrels gasp as you and Gero join Momo, darting their eyes around as if unsure as to who they should be submitting to first. You suppose that the three of you are so much bigger than they are that your specific size differences are moot; you're all just Big. Good, that'll make things easier. You can give them the fine details later, assuming you all survive. But right now, you've got a very simple point to make. Even simple enough for a pack of mongrels.

"Listen up dumdums!", you bark, the gathered pack flinching in unison at your commanding tone, "You know us? You remember our smells?"

There are a few hesitant sniffs, but they weren't needed. You can tell by their eyes and their posture that they recognize their erstwhile packmates.

Gero speaks up now, the little pups cringing at her every growled word. "Well, we're back and now we're Big. We're Big, and you're all Small. So you all have to do whatever we say."

Little whines drift up from the pack as they fearfully nod their heads, keeping their eyes downcast as best they can.

Momo calls out, her ringing voice no less authoritative yet still possessing a comforting tone. "But we don't want that. Not forever."

There's a moment of silence as the gathered pack absorbs the priestess's words, confusion beginning to break through their frightened submission.

You pound a fist into your open palm, going in for the final salvo. "So just this once, come with us and do everything we say. Follow us blindly tonight, and we swear that you will never have to submit to anyone ever again." You raise your voice, making sure that even Hi-Hi can hear you where he sulks in the back of the cave. "Come with us tonight, and no one will ever be Bigger than you again!"

The mongrels stare at you slaw jawed for a moment that seems far longer than it actually is, and then burst out into howling cheers of adulation, jabbering incoherently over one another about how Big they would be and this plan they know nothing about but are absolutely invested in now and the size of the sticks they are all going to get. Good, the three of you convinced a pack of idiots to follow you. We'll see if that ends up being a plus or a negative.