Sigrid the Hunter

Buttercup looked back at Grimm, wearing a worried expression. That seemed... odd, coming from her. Grimm pulled himself up onto his elbows and looked out the tent flap, but couldn't see anything. Buttercup was in the way; she became aware of this and climbed off of him and crouched beside him.

Grimm crawled forward to investigate. Buttercup was right. There was someone out there.

The stranger was on the other side of the fire. Grimm could only make out their silhouette. Whoever they were, they were big -- maybe as big as him, or as big as Daisy.

The great bull rose, ready to fight.

"Grimm," Buttercup whispered, pulling her pants up. "Wait!"

But no. Grimm was ready. It had been a long while since he'd a real fight, and he wasn't about to hide. Pulling his loincloth back on, Grimm emerged from the tent and strode toward the stranger.

"Show yourself!" the great bull bellowed, clenching his fists.

A throaty chuckle echoed from the darkness. "Very well." The voice was husky, deep, but undoubtedly feminine. "As you wish... Grimm."

Grimm's eyes narrowed as the stranger emerged from the shadows. For a moment Grimm thought it had to be Daisy playing a prank on them -- could any other cow match her prodigious proportions? But no. It was not Daisy.

The stranger could best be described as a muscular woman attached to a pair of breasts. Not the other way around: this woman was _huge. _Standing at Daisy's height, maybe slightly shorter, and covered in muscle, the stranger was a sight to behold. She was bovine, of course, evinced by the huge pair of horns jutting from her head. The cow wore her horns longer than most; they gleamed in the light of the fire. Her fur was black with white splotches; her hair was long, white, and braided, swaying slightly with her steps. Of course, it was not these things that jumped out at Grimm. It was the massive pair of udders that preceded her. The stranger's bust easily challenged Daisy's. Despite himself Grimm was nearly hypnotized by those wobbling orbs.

The stranger was wearing an arrogant smirk and little else. Her chest was almost totally bare, save for a pair of metallic discs that covered each nipple... although Grimm was sure he could see the edges of her areolae. Unlike most cows the stranger's breasts were light pink and uncovered by fur. A thin loincloth dangled between the intruder's thick thighs, blowing in the breeze.

Grimm suddenly felt a hand touch his leg. He jerked his head around to see Buttercup, crouching at the lip of the tent. "What's going?" she asked, eyeing the stranger. "Who is that?"

The bull snapped his attention back to the strange cow. "Who are you? How do you know my name?"

"Oh, I'm learning more about you every day, Grimm," the cow cooed, chuckling to herself. "I hear you're tough."

"How. Do you know. My name?"

"Let's just say I'm paid handsomely to know." That wicked smile grew. "But I won't be telling you any more than that."

Grimm's fists tightened. "Then I guess I'll have to find out the hard way." He started to move toward the cow.

"Grimm, wait!" Buttercup squeaked.

"Stay here," Grimm said, looking down at his companion. "I don't want you getting hurt."

"I can fight," Buttercup said, furrowing her brow.

"I know you can," Grimm replied, "but I need you to watch my back if something happens to me."

"Grimm..."

"Well?" the intruder taunted, throwing her arms out to her sides. "What do you want to do?"

Grimm turned to face her. "Let's do this."

With that the great bull charged his opponent, one fist raised to meet her.

The stranger didn't even move. That ominous smile remained firm on her face -- maybe it even stretched a little, widened to the corners of her cheeks, as the bull neared her. Grimm sought to free of her arrogance, so he slammed his fist --

-- right into the cow's open palm. The stranger, lightning-quick, had maneuvered her hand into a defensive position; she caught Grimm's fist in her hand, clutched it (Grimm grunted with pain -- the cow was strong) and pulled him toward her. Before Grimm could retaliate the stranger let out a cheeky giggle and delivered a fierce strike to his stomach.

As Grimm doubled over the stranger twisted her torso and leapt at the same time, causing her breasts to slam into the side of his face. The sudden impact sent the bull reeling, flopping uselessly into the dirt.

Buttercup let out a yelp and half-emerged from the tent. "Grimm!" she cried, and when Grimm turned his head toward her he saw that this was the first time his bovine companion looked truly upset.

"I thought you were supposed to be tough," the stranger teased, turning her back to the bull. There was some solace to be found in the fact that this action exposed the cow's enormous rump.

But Grimm was angry now. Big butts would not distract him any more (okay, that's a lie -- they would not distract him for the time being, at least). Despite his mounting exhaustion, no doubt caused in part by several bouts of sex in a short amount of time, the bull raised himself up, slowly standing.

"That technique," he growled. "I've seen it before."

"Oh, I'm sure you have," the stranger replied, looking at him over her shoulder. "After all, you've met Mars, no?"

Grimm raised an eyebrow. "How do you know Mars?"

"We trained together. She wasn't the best student, but from what I've heard she's improved." That smirk. That shark-like grin.

Grimm didn't wait to hear more. He rushed at the cow and thrust his fist toward her before she could raise her hands to defend...

...but the cow came armed with another technique. In the blink of an eye she'd grasped the sides of her gigantic breasts and pulled them to the sides, inviting Grimm's fist; at the same time she arched her back so that his strike hit the air. The cow slammed her tits together, trapping Grimm's arm and hand between them.

"Me, though?" the cow growled. "I was top of the class." She kicked the back of Grimm's knee, bringing him to the ground. The moment the bull's knees hit the dirt the cow, still gripping the sides of her udders, released his aching arm... but she wasn't giving him a moment of respite. She slammed her tits together again, and this time Grimm's head was caught between them.

For a moment the only thing Grimm could hear was the dull sloshing of milk. Then he heard Buttercup crying out. The world suddenly reappeared as the cow released his head from its prison. She backed up and looked down at him.

"I'm disappointed, Grimm," the cow mocked. She planted her hands on her hips. "I was hoping for a fight." She sighed and gestured with her hands. "Oh, well. Let's just end it, hmm?"

She didn't give Grimm the opportunity to respond. She simply slammed her udders into the side of his head, hard enough to send him flying several feet. As the bull squirmed in the dirt the stranger strode over to him, grabbed him by the arm, and hurled him several more feet.

Grimm weakly planted his hands in the dirt and pulled himself up, just enough to see the cow striding toward him. She looked... bored. This infuriated him. With renewed vigor he brought himself to his knees, and when the cow was within range he hurled himself toward her, slamming his head into her stomach. The cow let out a shocked gasp, followed by an enraged growl. Grimm didn't let up, though, planting his hands on his opponent's jiggling buttcheeks and lifting. The cow yelped as Grimm flipped her over himself.

Grimm spun around to watch the cow's descent. To his dismay she managed to land safely, catching herself on a knee and a foot. Her udders slapped the dirt. Her smirk was replaced by a snarl.

"Is that it?" she growled. "Is that all you've got? You think you can beat Sigrid the Hunter with some wrestling moves?" She let out an ominous chuckle. "I think not." She stood up, straightened herself. "Well, then? Come on, show me what you can do!"

That was all the invitation Grimm needed. He threw himself toward Sigrid, throwing out punch after punch even as she dodged his blows. But she managed to find an opening and struck him in the side, following it up with a blow to the groin.

As Grimm cried out in pain Sigrid slapped him, hard, with her tits, then again, then again. A quick punch to his solar plexus sent him hurtling through the trees, breaking several saplings in his wake. Before Grimm could stand and defend himself Sigrid pulled him, punched him again, then tit-slapped him through another stand of trees.

Grimm was barely conscious, but he was cognizant enough to realize that he was lying at the edge of a steep ridge. He'd have to be careful not to fall...

Sigrid continued her approach. Before Grimm could pull himself to safety the cow picked him up by the throat and raised him into the air.

"Well," she said, that evil smile returning. "I'm glad I was able to nip this silly quest of yours in the bud, no? Time for you to meet my employer, and learn--" She suddenly stopped, interrupting herself with a small yelp of pain. She looked down. Grimm did too. Curiously, the cow's butt kept jiggling, as if something was striking it.

"Ow!" Sigrid yelped. "Who's --" A stone bounced off of her shoulder, followed by another to her arm. Grimm could see the source of his opponent's pain.

Buttercup.

She was crouched near a tree, slingshot in hand. Her face was screwed up in concentration. She drew another stone, readied it, flung it toward Sigrid's face... however, Sigrid dodged this one, so the stone struck Grimm in the forehead.

"Ow!"

"Sorry, Grimm!" Buttercup shouted, before readying another stone.

Sigrid's eyes narrowed. "I was going to let you off easy," she growled, "but now you've gone and annoyed me."

"Get your hands off of my man!"

A throaty chuckle rumbled from Sigrid's throat. "Very well." Before Grimm could register what was happening Sigrid casually dropped him over the side of the ridge.

Then: darkness.