Dungeon of Hore

Dungeon of Hore

Crawling though a Dungeon..

Chapter 1 by Vestra Vestra

(Straight Male POV subjected to many things, , Tran/gay sex in a Dungeon crawler setting)(Also please Note this is a story in progress. I work a lot so usually get most writing in about once or twice a week, I’m currently working on the Spindlefolk path. After that I’ll get back to the Succubus path. If you see something else you want me to jump on, send me a message I’ll get that going next.)

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Tired of life on the farm, John a very agile farm hand who is very tired of feeding chickens, shoveling crap from the barn and other menial jobs for pay that never seems to last long enough to the next payday, decided to make his own life. Having to travel through the woods and very confident in his abilities due to winning many fights with minor monsters decided he was going to get some treasure and be the master of his own fate...

I know I can do this, I thought as I strapped my short sword onto my hip. When I was younger I beat that hobgoblin with simply a stick I picked up. At first I remembered being afraid, but after hitting him a couple times I realized he was afraid too. That gave me the strength to fight with power and rage. I traveled deeper and deeper into the forest. First with a dagger, now with my sword. Defeating monster after monster without a scratch. They are afraid of us as the rest of the town is afraid of them. I knew the secret of battle, that the enemy can blink, the rest of the townies they are timid, which is why they die in battles, crying and afraid. So afraid they can’t defeat the enemy.

The stories of the dungeon explorers at the pub is that of fame and bravery. You simply need to be brave. They had Gold a plenty. They threw silver coins about like it was a hand full of dirt. And the gold coins, well. That would supply the best armor and weapons. I knew without a doubt I would be one of them. I had no fear of these creatures.

The bar maidens and town damsels for the taking. Plump in all the right places with tiny waist to grip while you have your way with them. Many a night I fantasize of having those lush gorgeous women in my bed with me. Right now I was looked down upon, criticized, made fun of. The shoveler of crap, no one would acknowledge me. That would change. The fire in my heart. I will show them all! Every thought I had. I will show them all!

The only interest I was shown was the scrawny girl with the mousy brown hair who milked the cows. Pretty plain, no chest to speak of and very slim on the hips. Not much of a shape. How very unattractive compared to even the simplistic woman at the pub.

Life choices are hard what to do.

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