Rise of Puk

Pukwudgie, or as they called him, "Puk", was a Native Siouwajo Tribe young man who unfortunately never grew far beyond four feet. He was quite your typical incel. Angry at women overall for always picking the strong capable men over him, who spent his free time trying to sneak a peak at the women in his tribe bathing.

There was one woman however, that Puk didn't feel negatively against. The princess of his tribe, Pocahontas. Boy did she have the most amazing figure Puk had ever seen! He remembered his first time seeing her walking through the camp, flanked by female bodyguards not too far off of the princess, but Puk's eyes were glued to one woman only.

He had always thought hourglass figures were just a myth, something men think about to excite themselves, but Pocahontas took that idea and improved upon it. Her large round breasts were perky and bounced with every step, not to mention her incredibly toned ass and smooth legs.

She easily commanded the eyes of everyone, man and woman, as she walked by. Her clothes were light, to allow for ease of movement in the wild, and thus cleavage and ass peaking out of her skirt were regular luxuries Puk enjoyed.

The tribe didn't realize, but Puk was manifesting a dark energy within him as his desires grew day by day, and his heart darkened along with it. He found himself stalking Pocahontas with every ounce of wit that he had. He maneuvered around her guards to get a peek of her boobs while she was changing, snuck into her tipi while nobody else was around to steal a skirt to jerk off with, and one time he was even brave enough to sneak into a chef's tipi to bust a load on a dish prepared for her.

Puk had become an elite spy on his own tribe's princess, but his world came to a crashing halt when the colonizers from Europe arrived. Puk snooped past Pocahontas' guards to peer into a top secret important meeting between the Princess of Siouwajo, and a representative from the pilgrims of New England, John White.

"Damned outsiders," Puk cursed under his breath as he watched a guard walk by from behind a patch of tall grass, "The Princess should be meeting with me for being such a loyal follower of hers!"

He waited for the guard to fully pass, before sneaking closer toward the meeting tipi. What kind of diplomacy were they building in there? Puk scoffed at the idea that these outsiders would have anything useful to bring to the table.

As he got closer to the tent, he began to hear a strange slapping noise. We're they fighting!? Was the princess' life in danger!? This was Puk's chance to save Pocahontas and become her husband like he's always deserved! He rushed over to the tent, hearing grunts and moans heightened his belief that his one true love must be in a scuffle for her life. He peeked into the tipi, and his jaw dropped...

SLAP SLAP SLAP SLAP

This couldn't be... the woman of his dreams and love of his life... being fucked doggystyle by some random foreign man that knew nothing about the Siouwajo culture. Her obscene moans and facial expression showed that she was enjoying it. Tears welled up in his eyes as he clenched his fists.

Now Puk was no cuck. He wasn't going to sit idly by and take this. The dark energies that had been stirring within him came to a peak. Puk felt a power that he felt before, but immediately knew how to use it as if he had this power all his life.

He raised his hand toward the two people passionately having sex, and cast a spell.