Title:           (For /tg/) Sugar Daddy
Author:          Pony_Azathoth
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First Edit:      Friday 10th of July 2015 10:55:02 PM CDT
Last Edit:       Last edit on: Friday 10th of July 2015 11:29:51 PM CDT

The arming sword slammed into the stone wall of the dungeon, shattering it. The lurking thing with too many arms and too few heads seemed to grin from that gaping maw on its torso.
 
"Fuck you!" Carrion said; a rough iron dagger being pulled from the tied cloth belt on her slender waist; which she jammed into the creatures shoulder. Behind her, a smaller but obviously male figure was shouting.
 
"BY THE HELL WINDS OF KAD'UR! ZURISH ZO TOMMA!" He said, a howling gale blowing apart a creature made more of dust then flesh; its ashes quickly flying backwards and biting the eyes of the creature's goblin masters, who could only cry out in pain as they were blinded. With a turn and a flourish, the two adventurers changed targets almost on que.
 
Carrion lept forward with her knife and a loose brick, smashing a goblin in the head while eviscerating the other. Meanwhile Urtul made the many limbed beast tear itself apart with its own traitorous limbs; since it had so many it made quick work of itself. The two breathed heavily for a moment, before turning back and giving a half hearted look over each other since they were both alright.
 
"Seems you handle yourself well, Witch." She said, a mean grin crawling upon her face. Urtul rolled his eyes.
 
"And YOU don't. You destroyed your sword and-"
 
"No the MONSTER destroyed my sword. I have maintained that sword for years, I would never be so careless with it you she-man. What do you know of arms and armor."
 
Ugh, was the only noise Urtul could make as Carrion started to berate him again. The two of them bumped into each other in the dungeon, deciding to watch each others back now that they were both looking for the same thing. Indeed, it was all going much better until Urtul had corrected Carrion when she called him a Wizard. He wasn't a Wizard, he was a Witch. That screwed her laughing though; she thought of Urtul as being unmanly now, a 'witch'. She just couldn't believe it, a male Witch. He wasn't a Warlock really, no, he couldn't call himself that. He had faithfully served his coven for 13 long months in training, sacrificing 13 important things to gain the support of his otherworldly patrons and their spirits- Warlocks traded their souls. Witches didn't.
 
Of course, this stupid Gnoll had no idea on the difference, and was instead just content with giving him shit.
 
She was tall, about 7 feet, and built pretty well. Her breasts and ass were shapely but not ridiculous, her waist and body slim and very feminine. But she was covered head to toe in her fur, the wild look about her always- a Gnoll is a Gnoll. Though she was definitely a 'civilized' Gnoll- She hardly wore the clothes of civilization. Her pants were made of many baggy fabrics of various patterns and colors, dirty rags binding her paws and protecting them from the harsh ground, and with skimpy top more suited to the moist and hot dungeon air. Her orange eyes and name, literally 'Carrion', still gave her that wild look and feel.
 
Urtul was an average male with black hair, green eyes, and a bad fucking mood. He was getting shit talked by his current companion; he would much prefer somebody with less of an attitude. Or that didn't talk. His own dress was a simple black robe and a custom made bag to protect his valuables from corrosion, water, fire or blight- guaranteed! Though he was pretty sure his dark talisman got a new smudge on it after they fought that explosive slime, damn that shopkeeper. Lying fuck.
 
Carrion paced ahead, now swordless, holding her arms to her sides as she walked forward in the quiet darkness. Urtul dragged behind, at least long enough to admire her walking, the way her tail swished, her shapely rear underneath that gypsy-like stack of rags and fabrics that made up her lower dress- But he was brought out of his trance by her ears perking up, quickly ducking to the side of the hallway. She had already put her knife in her mouth like a cute pirate; her other two hands gripping the walls in surprise, the small inlet she ducked into was just big enough to hold her and nothing else. Urtul had to think quick, but thankfully on the other side of the hallway there was a similar indentation. It was only after he ran past did he saw why she hid at all; it was an old specter. A ghost with a lantern, slowly floating down the hallway, almost graceful in its endless patrol of this place.
 
"...We must be getting close." Urtul said, Carrion nodded her head in agreement. They had both come here looking for the same thing; to touch the skull of Earthspire and to take some of his ancient gold and treasure while they were at it. To rub the skull and perform the ritual of earthspire grants the bestowees vision in darkness and a sense of power in dark places, plus if one were to call upon Earth Fairies, they will be willing to teach greater spells and secrets. It is also said to bring great luck; especially luck involving not getting lost in dark caves and being protected from cave ins. While this may seem oddly specific, in their line of work it would be invaluable. Plus the old gold and gems would help to finance the next adventure; though Urtul almost thought 'help finance THEIR next adventure', but he shouldn't get ahead of himself. He was getting tired of Carrion attitude, and she was kind of brash and stupid. She would get herself killed one of these times.
 
Entering the chamber of Earthspire; the two saw a large depression which sank into a shallow pit. The walls were easily climbable either way in or out, but would certainly slow an ascent. In the center was a stalagmite, shimmering even in great darkness. Awed by its magnificence, and the sense of power radiating from it, both adventurers approached. But at that moment, the earth shook and a massive earthworm appeared! In the murky darkness it was impossible to see its true shape, but it was certainly a giant worm. Carrion ran under the thing and raised her knife for a small cut, but was suddenly drenched by falling things and a bit of ooze- it was worms! A dozen worms fell upon her when she cut the beast; then they realized the truth; the monster was not a giant worm, but was instead a million small worms forming together into a great beast. Possibly a shapeless forming thing, Urtul especially became afraid; what other form could it take? Or could it simple encircle them and crush them with its bulk and suffocate them under a mass of slimy worms?
 
He didn't have time to think though; Carrion was dodging the lazy and slow attacks from the monster, who was focused on her after being cut.
 
"Burn it! You damned witch! Burn the fucking thing!"
 
Urtul shouted back, looking around the room.
 
"I cannot conjure the flame; I need a spark!"
 
Carrion growled, both at the monster and at her luck. A magic user who couldn't conjure fire? What a joke. But she didn't waste time, reaching into her bag she retrieved her tinderbox, and threw it across the room. "Catch!" She said, with Urtul completely missing the mark and having to scrabble to find it in the dirt. Carrion would have sighed if she wasn't busy trying to stab something that weighed a few tons with her shitty iron knife, her sword lost.
 
After his fingers got purchase; Urtul began his work. Striking the tinder and flint; the sound of rough scrapping could be heard for a moment, before a tiny spark caught on the dried wall and fallen tinder he had gotten from inside the box. They ran out of good firewood long before in their trip; so this was it. Now or never.
 
The worm beast seemed to shift; its own body passing through itself to aim towards him, seemingly enraged at the light and fire entering its lair. But Urtul merely grinned, that mean it would know its end is coming.
 
"BY THE HELLFIRE BELOW OUR FEET; I SHALL MULTIPLY THIS FLAME THOUSANDFOLD!"
 
The fire suddenly got brighter, as if it was given fuel from nothing; somehow burning stronger on nothing.
 
"BY THE SEDUCTIVE FLAMING DANCERS OF KUDATH!"
 
The fire began to twist, almost like a pigs tail, or a snake coiled to strike.
 
"WITH THE BLAZE OF THE BURNING OF THE ANCIENT GROVE!"
 
The fire now looked almost angry
 
"WITH THE POWER OF THE ETERNAL ORB OF FLAME; THE SUN!"
 
The fires light magnified, the worm recoiling from the sudden brightness.
 
"MAY YOU BURN!"
 
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Readjusting his eyes yet again to the campfire that was blazing away, Urtul looked away into the woods, and saw it lit up within a moment, he even saw a small squirrel still scurrying around, invisible to anyone else. Except Carrion now, of course. Then he looked back into the flame, and his eyes stung from the sudden change, the forest was darkness, but shifting his head again revealed it all once more.
 
"I don't know if I'll ever get used to that." He said honestly, Carrion sitting across from him. Grinning, she bit into the chunk of roasted leg in her hands. Urtul had already finished his gruel, but Carrion had quite the appetite. Looking down, Urtul touched his coinpurse, almost full to bursting. Opening it, he admired a particularly large and shining emerald, still roughly cut as if pulled from the stone with the gentlest dwarven grip.
 
"So- What are you going to do with the money?" Said Urtul to Carrion, who swallowed her bite and smiled.
 
"I'm going to buy the finest whores in all Riverton." She said truthfully. "The finest gigolo- bodies sweating after a long day of rowing boats. Maybe I'll even buy a few for you, Witch."
 
Shaking his head back and forth, he mocked her in a hi pitched voice. "~Oh thanks so much.~ I am not a homosexual, you rancid cur."
 
She growled, pointing her stick of bone and whatever meat was left on it at him. "Call me a cur again and we're going to have problems." She then went back to her shank, looking away in irritation. Urtul looked away as well, but reaching down into his bag as he did so. Heating up a small wrapped package with several stones from the fire, a new smell entered the campground. Light and airy; a wafflish scent of sugar and spice entered Carrion's sweet-craving nostrils. Her sense of smell made it ever the more delightful, her tail thumping the wooden log on which she sat.
 
"Treats?" She said greedily, standing up and walking over to the Witch, who looked irritated for a moment.
 
"You may have ONE!" He said, before unwrapping the package to reveal his treats; cinnamon sticks, spiced with brown sugar, with a mixture of salt from the pink leaves from the garden of delights. Something that would satisfy even the most egregious sweet tooth. He reached up and handed her a single stick, and she munched it down very quickly. Licking her maw, she clapped her hands together, her tail wagging around in the air like mad.
 
"Oh that was SOOOO good~" She said happily. The Witch smiled up at her.
 
"Well glad you- Hey!"
 
She had already reached down to have another, chewing it down faster then the first.
 
"I told you no more, dammit!" Urtul said; trying to snatch the treats away, but she was too fast for him. "You'll rot your brain eating that many!
 
"Mmmm~" She said with a mocking grin, the spice of the third snack on her lips, before reaching for another...
 
By the ninth she was on her knees besides the witch, her eyelids drooping and muzzle open, lightly drooling. Urtul grabbed the final stick from the pack and waved it in the air in front of her, and her eyes could barely manage to follow it, the lightest swipe of a paw to try and lazily grab the treat was rewarded by simply letting her take it, and she let it plop in her mouth, the lightest and slowest of chews then followed, like how a cow will chew cud. Urtul merely smiled as Carrion chewed the last bit, patting her on the head. At that point, she didn't respond, her eyes almost closed by how droopy they were. He snapped his fingers in front of her face, and she perked up.
 
Looking right at him, a very particular pink tint in her eyes seemed to imply she was under the control of something. And indeed, that was what the witch was counting on. Looking her over, he nodded approvingly at the gnoll; who was wagging her tail back and forth like a trained puppy.
 
"Mmhmm. Those were sweet huh? You know what I also think are sweet? Your breasts." Urtul said teasingly. The gnoll looked up at him for a second, then simply grinned and pulled open her top, the bits of simple cloth and leather falling apart to reveal her perky boobs, her bosom revealed now freely to the Witch. She reached underneath them and pulled them up, as if showing them off, without any command from her new master.
 
"Hehe, you are a very sweet girl underneath your tough exterior, aren't you? Or is that just my treats doing their work? I told you they'd rot your brain~" He said, the Hyena lass merely sitting there, panting a little occasionally. Making a motion to her, she got closer on her knees, placed between his legs.
 
"You know what I want~" He said, pulling his pants down to reveal his soft cock and accompanying balls. While not an amazing size, he was certainly not a disappointment either. Though the Gnoll hardly cared about that now...
 
Leaning her head in to give it a lick, she darted her spicy tongue across his cock and then balls, lightly cupping them in her hand. The Witch could almost feel the spices from his treats rolling off her tongue, comfortable and relaxing. Making a small ring with her fingers, she worked the man's member to get him hard, and as he ballooned into a full erection she pushed up her breasts, allowing the cock to slide between them. Up and down she pushed them, fucking his cock with her chest, his dick-head merely inches away from her muzzle and face. Looking down, then back up with a lazy smile, she licked and suckled on the head while working his shaft with her boobs. A small spurt of pre got on her tongue, and though normally it would have tasted salty, in her current state, it tasted like sweet cherry. She worked his cock harder to get more, but he stopped her.
 
"Hold on gal, I've got other plans on what to do with you~" He said, standing up. Pointing to the log on which she was sitting but a few minutes ago, he made his finger first point there, then point downwards.
 
"Ass up." He said with a grin, the Hyena girl getting to her feet. As she did, a light sprinkling could be heard from her cunt; the smell of her sex was now very strong. Underneath her pants her womandhood was going off like a waterworks, no doubt extremely aroused from the spices and aphrodisiacs within. The heat under her tail was now obvious to her, and so she coo'd needingly as she bent over the stump, tail raised. She looked back and wiggled it for him, wanting him to come over and take her.
 
The Witch took a bit of his time first, seeming almost serene in his newfound lover's appreciation of his talents. Well, his talent of backing at least. Standing behind her, he gently rolled her pants and panties down to reveal her slippery sex, dripping with her own sweetened honey and very hot. Grabbing her tail and yanking it up a little, she yipped in minor pain, but was also turned on by his dominant move.
 
"I'm only doing this because of all the shit you gave me earlier today." The Witch hissed at the Gnoll, who looked back with an almost pleading, sorry expression. He smiled and laughed, showing her it was forgiven, at least as long as she was about to get the mad D. Pushed her ass back into his hands as he fingered her entrance, he finally pushed his cock inside of her, the slippery juices made it easy though, and even now her whole body reeked of sweetness and sugar- the treats had really done their work here.
 
Pressing his cock into her folds and getting it in deep; he buried himself in up to his balls. Sheathing himself inside of her, she looked back again with a whimper; it must have felt so good but also so teasing how slow he was going. Slowly, almost tortuously slow, he pulled his cock back a bit and then shoved it in again, jamming his dick into her deep a second time. Thrusting at her cunt, the bitch gnoll could only moan as she was getting fucked this deep and good, though most of her pleasure was still probably was from the fact she was heavily drugged.
 
"Carrion is such a dirty name. I'm going to call you Karen instead. And after tonight is over, you won't remember any of this, except for Karen. I want to call you Karen." The Witch said as he stuck his cock deep inside of her, hands gripping her hips. Her eyes were clouded over a bit with the pink, seemingly not responding to his words, but she was in a very deep trance, there was no doubt his commands would be implanted and obeyed...
 
His balls rumbled as the man fucked the female bent over the log, enjoying her velvety smooth inside, feeling the clenching and tightness around his cock, and feeling the gnoll start to push back against his hips helped too. She was too aroused to do anything but; and she did, again and again and again.
 
His balls started to slap against her pussy mound as he fucked her good; now speeding up his thrusts. Carrion or 'Karen' moaned in pleasure as she was fucked, stupidly loose and feeling weak after her drugging, and now the sex too. She was sliding off the log almost, her body going soft as the man pounded her from behind. Yanking on her tail and ass, she was also submitting to him sexually as he made her his bitch in his actions, there was no doubt he was taking what he wanted. And at least Karen's body was terribly turned on by that.
 
Finally; after fucking her good, the male sped up for a few short bursts and came inside of her, spraying a load of his cum within her belly, but his cock slipped out and some also sprayed onto her backside and thighs, the Gnoll-woman moaning as he came. Her tail wagged back and forth happily as the male jerked his meat a few more times, moaning a bit on his own from the pleasure of fucking her, and he finally had to sit back down nearby to rest and recooperate. The Gnoll scrambled over on all fours when she could feel her legs again, and pushed her head against his arm happily, almost like a cat. He grinned.
 
"Alright girl, go wash off in the stream and, tomorrow morning, you won't remember any of this. Except for 'Karen'. Karen." He repeated himself so she would understand, and she did. Nodding in agreement, the Hyena got to her feet and walked happily and lazily to the nearby brush for a midnight dip, a little cum dripping down her thighs as she did so.
 
The man witch got up and followed her. He might not be able to see a hot woman bathing in a stream again any time soon, but then again the jingling in his pockets from his gold coins touching his gemstones and silver made him smile. "Well, at least until we get to town, anyway..."
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