The billowing wind blows Khalia’s wild hair around, loose bck-brown strands whipping into her face. “We... take that...?” She hesitantly asks, tilting her head and scowling slightly.

  “Yes.” Krvavy quite firmly replies, staring straight at her puppy. Who refuses to meet her gaze. “You need more armour. Actual armour.”

  “Rrrgh...” The Greenskin grumbles and continues to gres at the breastpte resting in front of her.

  “Don’t be so dramatic. It is only the front...” Krvavy stifles a sigh, picking up the piece of dull metal armour. Her brow knits together just a bit. “Because you destroyed the back pte.”

  Khalia takes a step back, keeping her eyes locked on that breastpte all the while. “Rrgh... It small.”

  “Yes. But it’ll fit. Now stand still.”

  “Rrrrrrghh...” The Were-Beast woman quietly growls. But, being the good girl that she is, Khalia does as her Mate orders. Her plump lips quiver as that single piece of metal is strapped onto her body, fitting over the pelt top already covering her breasts.

  “There you go.” Krvavy secures the armour in pce and looks over her grumbling puppy. This breastpte doesn’t really cover much, looking more like a sleeveless crop top made out of metal than actual armour. The Orc’s abs are still completely bare. As is her new scar. But at least it’ll help hold her tits in pce...?

  “Rrrgh...” Khalia paws at those tight leather straps, but makes no attempt to loosen or undo them. “We go home now?”

  “Well... We’ve got everything we can carry all packed up.” The barbarian idly replies, gncing over to the uncovered cart with a bit of disappointment in her eyes.

  The crates on that wagon are filled with big wheels of cheese and bricks of hard butter. Which is honestly some amazing loot, considering that they came out here looking for food. But... there is simply too much of that stuff. Not to mention all the sacks of grains and flour and potatoes in the other wagon... So a lot of that loot – most of it, really – will simply have to stay out here in the middle of nowhere. Hopefully someone else will come along and keep it all from going to waste...

  “Girl too?” Khalia tilts her head to the side and looks towards the covered wagon, where the tiny blonde should still be.

  “She hasn’t woken up yet, and we can’t really wai– what are you doing?”

  “Me wake girl.” The Greenskin gruffly grunts, already climbing in through the rge gash that she made in the stretched fabric...

  “Wait, just...!” A pair of strong paw-like hands grab at that girl’s small shoulders. “Be careful! Don’t hurt her!”

  The Were-Beast takes a deep breath. “WAKEY WAKEY!” And out comes that bellowing roar, accompanied by a good shake.

  Krvavy leans quite heavily against the side of this wagon, finding herself unable to resist the urge to sigh. “Stop that...”

  “Rghh. Just take girl.” Khalia almost rolls her eyes as she lets go of the tiny blonde... who nds back onto her ‘bed’ of oats with a soft thump.

  “We aren’t going to just kidnap her!” Exasperation, and a bit of indignation, underlines Krvavy’s voice as she gres at this wild Were-Beast woman of hers. “Seriously, I’ve done that enough alr–”

  “She moving!” The Orc interrupts her Mate. “Girl awake!”

  The bunny-mouse girl shifts slightly, her hazel eyes slowly fluttering open. Only for her to immediately freeze, blood draining from her face, as she sees the Were-Beast looming over her with a wide and toothy grin. The grin of a predator about to catch its prey...

  “Hello. Are you feeling alright?” Those big, skittish eyes dart over towards the Drakling, who is trying to keep her voice as gentle as possible. “We aren’t going to hurt you. Isn’t that right, Khalia?” The slight bit of bite to those pointed words causes the wrong girl to flinch...

  “Yup!” The excited Were-Beast happily replies, her tail quickly wagging back and forth behind her.

  “So, are you alright?” Krvavy softly repeats. “Beyond all the trauma and fear, I mean.”

  A bit of confusion crosses the tiny blonde’s face as she slowly nods her head, her hands nervously pawing at her big floppy bunny ears.

  “That’s good.” Krvavy idly nods back, before taking a deep breath and slowly exhaling. “Now... We are about to head home, so... Do you want us to just go and leave you here? Or... or would you rather come with us? To our home? We’ll keep you safe and I promise that we won’t hurt you, but I fully understand if you’d rather... not.”

  “No! Here not safe!” The Were-Beast woman frantically decres. “Come home!”

  “Khalia! Let her make the decision on her own. By herself.” The Drakling reprimands her precious puppy, emerald eyes narrowed into thin slits.

  “No! Storm coming!”

  “Stop trying to scare her!” Krvavy exasperatedly orders, before turning her gaze to the tiny and utterly terrified traveller. “The wind has picked up and it is getting quite cloudy out there, but tha–”

  A thundering boom suddenly echoes through the sky, drowning out the Drakling’s words.

  The Were-Beast bristles, the shaggy fur trailing down her spine standing on end. “See!” She doesn’t sound smug, not exactly, but there is still an ‘I told you so’ tone to her, perhaps a little too loud, voice. “Not safe!”

  “Don’t listen to her...” Krvavy sighs and shoots her puppy another quick gre. “We can... roll this wagon off the road for you. The hills and the trees should help block the wind. And you’ll have a roof above your head. Plenty of food too. So you’ll be fine. You’ll be able to just sit around and wait for someone else to come along and bring you home.”

  “Or kil–MMPH!” Khalia’s words are quickly muffled and made inaudible as the barbarian’s hand presses down over her mouth, the Orc’s four little tusks digging into Krvavy’s palm.

  “It’s okay, you can choose whatever you like. You don’t even need to say anything.” Krvavy tries to reassure the still thoroughly terrified girl. That the wind is loudly whistling on by, even blowing through the inside of this covered wagon thanks to the rge gashes Khalia tore into it, isn’t exactly helping her. “If you want to come home with us, you only need to nod your head. You can bring your bag as well, it is just over there. We opened it and saw your clothes inside, but didn’t take anything.”

  The tiny blonde audibly gulps, her hands trembling as her whole body quivers in nervous fear. Her little lips part slightly and –

  A fsh of light shines through the stretched fabric that covers this wagon, followed mere moments ter by another deafeningly loud crack of thunder.

  “Eeeeip!” The bunny-mouse girl squeaks and quite literally jumps in pce, grabbing at her floppy fur-covered ears and immediately hiding her face behind them. She curls up a little, looking as if she is on the verge of panic as her slim chest rapidly rises and falls.

  “O...kay... We’ll just –”

  Suddenly and without warning, this tiny blonde begins vigorously nodding her head. While still keeping her face covered up, of course.

  “Really?” Krvavy’s eyebrows shoot up in surprise. She was expecting the girl to just keep cowering in this wagon. Hopefully she wasn’t pressured into that decision by the lightning... or the thunder... or Khalia...

  The bunny-mouse girl nods her head again. Or, really, she continues nodding. But after a few very long seconds, she does stop. Her whole body shakes and shudders as she slowly peeks past one of her ears, nervously looking up at the Were-Beast woman looming above her.

  Khalia’s excitement is obvious, even with her mouth still covered by Krvavy’s hand. Her tail thumps against a sack of flour and her hips wiggle in joy.

  The barbarian pulls her Orc back a bit, giving Khalia a brief but stern look. “Okay. Grab your bag and anything else you want to bring. I’ll help you get down onto the ground.”

  The tiny blonde simply nods her head again, her hazel eyes cautiously following Khalia as the Were-Beast climbs back out through the tear she came in from. Only then does she stop hiding behind her ears, letting them drop away from her incredibly anxious face.

  Krvavy steps back, slowly walking towards the back of this wagon with her puppy almost pressed up against her side. She lifts her head and idly looks up, squinting a little as the wind blows some hair into her eyes. The sun won’t set for quite a few more hours, but... it is still getting rather dark out.

  Another fsh of lightning, followed shortly after by a boom of thunder, echoes through the sky.

  The Drakling softly shakes her head, lowering her gaze back down and... suddenly stops mid-step, blinking in surprise as she sees the blonde bunny-mouse girl nervously standing at the back of the covered wagon, little fingers fidgeting and fumbling with the straps of a backpack slung over her slender shoulders.

  It is one thing to see this tiny blonde curled into a ball or lying down, but now that she is standing... It is painfully obvious just how short she really is. Even with the extra height from the wagon, Krvavy is still a fair bit taller than her.

  The incredibly short girl shrinks a little under the Drakling’s gaze, elbows bumping into and brushing against the dark red fabric of her dress as it poofs out quite a bit around her hips. She nervously shuffles in pce, those little bunny paw feet of hers just barely visible beneath the hem of this honestly stereotypical ‘vilge girl’ outfit that she is wearing.

  An apron-like skirt covers her front. That modest bit of fabric shifts into a yered and tightly ced top the further up Krvavy looks, soon becoming a shirt that clings so close to this girl’s narrow chest. Just the faintest swell of her clearly small breasts can be seen behind her partially raised arms, the poofy and loose sleeves that bunch up around her wrists helping to hide that sight.

  The small hands of this bunny-mouse girl are anxiously holding onto her floppy ears, shuddering slightly as she apparently resists the urge to hide her round face behind them. A subtle tan colours the small amount of her light olive skin that she is showing. Her big hazel eyes are wide open, darting around timidly and still looking a little bloodshot from all of her earlier crying.

  Were she not holding her bunny ears up, they look like they would reach down to... to her waist, more or less. To the bottom of her ribs. And were her hair not in a loose bun, offset at the back of her head, those dark blonde strands would likely be the same length. Maybe a bit shorter?

  A soft swish swish can barely be heard over the whistling wind as this tiny blonde’s tail fearfully flicks back and forth behind her, sweeping the paintbrush like tuft of fur at its tip across the wooden floor she is standing on.

  Thunder rumbles in the distance, drawing the Drakling out of her thoughts. She bites the inside of her cheek, unable to keep a certain worry from welling up within her.

  “You... are an adult, right?”

  The bunny-mouse girl twitches, looking surprised by that question, before quickly nodding her head.

  “Good.” The barbarian breathes out in relief. To be honest, this girl doesn’t really look like a kid, it is just her extremely small size that had Krvavy worried. But better safe than sorry, especially since she doesn’t know anything about this bunny-mouse girl’s race. She doesn’t want to kidnap an actual child.

  “Eeeii!” The girl squeaks as Krvavy carefully grabs her beneath the shoulders, lifting her off the wagon and pcing her onto the ground. The tiny blonde’s hazel eyes go wide as she tilts her head back, having to stare almost completely straight up to be able to see the Drakling’s face. It seem like she is only now realizing just how big both Krvavy and Khalia are compared to her.

  Both barbarian and Were-Beast are pretty big, yes, but... This girl is absolutely tiny. There is really no other way to put it.

  The blonde bunny-mouse is hunching over quite nervously, trying to make herself seem even smaller, but that is like a drop in a bucket. It hardly makes a difference. Even if she were standing straight, it looks like her head would barely reach up to Khalia’s hips, the top of it even looks to be lower than Krvavy’s groin. She is probably a head shorter than even Inanna.

  Krvavy blinks as she only now notices the thick tufts of dark blonde hair growing out of the back of this girl’s hands. That’s a bit... odd.

  Another fsh of lightning, and an accompanying crack of thunder, causes that girl to jump.

  The barbarian sighs and shakes her head, putting all of those thoughts aside. “We just need to get our bags on and then we’ll be going.” She looks the tiny blonde over once more. “Might need to carry you as well though...”

  “Nghhnmh...” Krvavy grumbles to herself as she steps over a puddle, her hair and loincloth soaking wet from the steady streams of water trickling through the canopy above. The dead logs in her arms are simirly soaked, so she can only hope that their bark has kept their insides dry. Otherwise she will have to rely more on her magic to keep the fire going...

  They were able to make it quite far from the road before it started to rain, but they weren’t quick enough in setting up their camp to avoid getting drenched. At least their loot remained dry. It would be beyond frustrating to have to throw away all of those bags of flour and oats after carrying them so far already...

  Wind whistles through the trees, the cold air cutting into Krvavy’s wet and exposed body. The light from their campfire comes into view just as a shiver runs down her back. Stretched between trees is a rge sheet of waterproof canvas, creating a shelter from the rain. The barbarian is quite thankful that Beryl insisted they bring it along.

  Ducking into that crude tent, Krvavy drops the logs beside the fire and immediately freezes at the sight in front of her. “Khalia.” She sternly addresses the Orc. “Why is she naked?”

  “Clothes... wet...?” The completely nude Were-Beast hesitantly replies, turning her head away and refusing to make eye contact.

  The tiny bunny-mouse girl shudders and shivers as she stands beside the fire, one arm pressed over her nearly ft chest and the other held over her crotch, though not quite well enough to hide the little nding strip of a bush growing above her slit... That tail of hers has curled around her legs, its tufted tip twitching against the transition between dark blonde fur and olive skin below her shaking knees.

  Krvavy tries her hardest not to stare at the naked girl.

  She tries to ignore the figure previously hidden by that red vilge girl dress. She tries to ignore the predictably petite breasts and that soft, slim tummy. She desperately tries to ignore the curve of the bunny-mouse girl’s hips and her surprisingly thick thighs, both of which look almost ridiculous on the tiny blonde’s body. She tries to ignore the fact that those hips are quite clearly wider than the girl’s shoulders. She tries to ignore how a single one of those thighs is thicker than the girl’s waist. And she really tries to ignore the swell of this little bunny’s ass, which is anything but petite.

  “Yes...” The barbarian slowly breathes out, struggling to keep her gaze pointed away from that unexpectedly alluring sight. “But then...” she forces herself to swallow, gring at Khalia. “Why hasn’t she changed into something else? Could it have any reason to do with her bag being behind you?”

  “N-no...?” The Orc replies, her tone hesitant and uncertain. And incredibly guilty.

  “Give. Her bag. Back. Now.”

  Khalia whimpers slightly as she tosses the backpack towards the small shivering blonde, causing the girl to squeak in surprise.

  Krvavy grabs onto the back of her Orc’s head and forcibly turns Khalia away, giving the tiny blonde as much privacy as possible. “When she is done getting dressed, you will apologize to her. Got it?” The barbarian quietly hisses into her puppy’s ear.

  “Y... yes... Mate...”

  The faint sound of cloth rubbing against cloth can just barely be heard behind them, almost drowned out by the weak crackling of their campfire and the constant downpour battering against their crude tent.

  After a few long minutes of waiting, the bunny-mouse girl makes a squeaking sound and begins to wordlessly stutter.

  Turning back around, Krvavy sees that the tiny blonde is wearing a dress almost exactly like the st one, except that it is a dull green colour instead of dark red. “Well, what do you have to say?” She firmly asks her Orc.

  “Me... sorry, little meat.”

  The girl squeaks in fear, nervously grabbing at her damp bunny ears and staring wide-eyed at Khalia, clearly afraid of the implications of being called meat by a Were-Beast.

  Krvavy simply pinches the bridge of her nose. Sighing quite heavily, she turns her gaze to the terrified hazel eyes in front of her. “You can clearly understand what we’re saying, so can you tell us your name? We need to call you something, and I’d rather it be your actual name and not whatever comes out of this empty head here.” She rather roughly taps Khalia on the head, causing that Orc to smile widely as she leans into the barbarian’s hand, as if expecting some pats.

  The bunny-mouse girl wordlessly opens and closes her mouth as her slim chest starts rapidly rising and falling. Her whole body shakes and shudders as she takes short and shallow breaths, but just as it seems like she is about to start hyperventiting, she begins to stutter and stammer out... something. “A-a-ad-a-ad-ad-d-del-d-d-del-li-li-line!”

  It takes Krvavy a few seconds to decipher that. “Adeline...?” She asks, a single eyebrow raised as she looks at the extremely anxious girl, who quickly nods back. “Okay. Adeline... That’s a pretty name.”

  That idle statement causes the tiny blonde’s face to go beet red as she nervously shuffles on her little paw feet, still awkwardly standing by the fire.

  “Adeline, why don’t you si– Just what do you think you’re doing?” The barbarian quickly turns her attention to Khalia, gring at the Greenskin woman. “Hey!”

  In one surprisingly smooth motion the Were-Beast unties and removes Krvavy’s loincloth, completely exposing the Drakling.

  The tiny blonde’s shocked squeak is completely ignored as Krvavy angrily grabs onto her Orc’s wrists.

  “Wet. Need dry.” Khalia defiantly states, flicking her hand and tossing the soaked loincloth over towards the fire.

  Krvavy purses her lips and gres at her puppy, before slowly exhaling and releasing her grip. The damage has already been done.

  Khalia grins victoriously as she presses up against her Mate’s side. “Look at little meat~!” She whispers into the Drakling’s ear.

  Adeline is completely frozen in shock, her eyes almost popping out of her head as she stares between the barbarian’s legs. Fear, surprise, and awe all fsh across her flushed face, mixing together into an amalgam of shocked emotions. She hardly breathes as her eyes remain locked on the Drakling’s dick, unblinking and unmoving.

  “Cute little meat~! Yes~?” Khalia coos into her Mate’s ear. “Big hips~! Remember~? So wide~! Made for breeding~! Yes~! Juicy thighs~! Soft~! Squishy~! Mate cim little meat~! Breed her~!”

  “Eeeeii!” The bunny-mouse girl squeals out as Krvavy’s cock twitches and begins to harden, growing even rger.

  The sudden noise snaps the barbarian out of her trance, prompting her to push Khalia off of her shoulder and stop listening to the furry devil. “Ahem.” Krvavy clears her throat and tries to ignore the fact that she is now half-hard in front of this girl she met just a few hours ago. “As I was saying, you should have a seat. No need to keep standing around like that. Here.”

  “Eeei!” Adeline jumps in surprise as a small pebble suddenly begins to grow beside her, turning into a stool for her to sit on. She cautiously reaches out a hand and pokes the stool with a trembling finger, abruptly pulling back as soon as she makes contact. Taking shallow and shaky breaths, the girl reaches out again and slowly pats the seat, before hesitantly turning and sitting down on it, having to lift herself up a bit as it seems to be a little too tall for her.

  Her bunny paw feet dangle just off the ground as she nervously pats at her dress, her thin tail twisting around to rest in her p as she stares straight at the ground.

  “What were you doing in that wagon?” Krvavy curiously asks, causing the tiny blonde to recoil slightly.

  Adeline nervously grabs her floppy bunny ears, holding them together in front of her ft chest. Her hazel eyes shakily look up at Krvavy, constantly darting down towards the barbarian’s crotch. Her round and rosy cheeks are still a bright shade of red, and that doesn’t look like it’ll change any time soon. “I-I-I-I-I-I-I...” she stutters and trails off, before taking as deep a breath as her little lungs can handle. “Vi-visi-visitingretives!” The girl blurts out, lifting her ears up to hide her heavily flushed face.

  The barbarian’s brow furrows. “So you were travelling to go see some retives?” The tiny blonde quickly nods her head to that. “Are you... alright with that? They’ll probably miss you.”

  Adeline shudders slightly and quietly squeaks from behind her soft looking ears, but doesn’t respond.

  “You, uh, doing okay?” Krvavy looks at the skittish girl in concern. “We didn’t traumatize you, did we? Not too much, at least?”

  A soft whimper is the only response that the barbarian gets.

  Krvavy frowns as she looks at the shuddering girl. She opens her mouth to say some reassurances, but stops and sighs instead as a realization dawns on her. Krvavy hasn’t actually introduced herself yet. Sure, that probably won’t make this situation any better, but it can’t hurt either...

  “Adeline,” the barbarian gently begins, “sorry, we should have done this earlier. I’m Krvavy, and this is Khalia. Nice to meet you.”

  The tiny blonde moves her soft ears ever so slightly, just barely letting a single hazel eye peek at the two wild women in front of her. Just as it seems like she is about to open up... a loud crack of thunder echoes through the canopy above, causing the skittish girl to recoil in fear.

  “Little meat need hug~?” Khalia asks, her wide grin putting her sharp teeth and pointy tusks on full dispy. Her already weak attempt at sincerity is completely ruined as an unintentionally menacing giggle sneaks past her plump lips. “Hehehheh~!”

  “Stop scaring her.” Krvavy admonishes the Orc with a light flick to the nose, causing Khalia to growl quietly. “Adeline,” she addresses the terrified girl, “you don’t need to be scared. We are not going to hurt you. It might be a bit insensitive to say, but if we wanted to hurt you then we would have done so already.”

  “Yes!” Khalia eagerly nods her head, dodging another flick. “Little meat slow and small! Easier leave on road! All alone! But we take little meat home!”

  “Seriously, why do you keep calling her that?”

  “She little. She meat.” The Orc pinly states, shrugging her shoulders.

  “It’s weird.” Krvavy replies with a faint sigh. “And it is clearly making her uncomfortable.”

  “Rrgh?” Khalia tilts her head in confusion. “Mate meat. Me meat. We all meat.”

  The barbarian just blinks at her precious puppy, meeting the Were-Beast’s bewildered gaze. After a few moments she simply shakes her head, deciding that it isn’t worth the effort trying to expin why calling someone meat is weird.

  “Don’t worry Adeline,” Krvavy turns her attention back to the tiny blonde, “I know that Khalia can be a bit... unnerving, but she can’t really help it. And she isn’t actually as terrifying as she seems, especially once you get used to her. I wouldn’t say that she is harmless, but she won’t hurt you. Right, Khalia?”

  “Yes Mate!” The Were-Beast woman happily barks out, her tail thumping against the ground. “Me keep little meat safe!”

  A sudden gust of cold wind blows into their crude tent, causing the campfire to sputter and nearly go out.

  Krvavy clicks her tongue as she reaches forwards and grabs one of the logs she brought in. The fire hisses as she pces the still slightly damp wood into its center, but after a few seconds, and a bit of mana, it begins to properly burn.

  With the campfire fed the barbarian turns back towards Adeline, only to find her stool empty.

  “Really...?” She tiredly sighs, looking at Khalia and seeing the bunny-mouse girl curled up in her arms. “Just what are you doing to her?”

  “Little meat cold! See?” The Orc taps her chin down onto the tiny blonde’s head, who is shivering and shuddering uncontrolbly as Khalia’s strong arms wrap around her. “Mate help? Come! Hug little meat!”

  Krvavy closes her eyes and takes a very deep breath. While she doesn’t doubt that some of Adeline’s shivering is caused by the cold wind, most of it is almost certainly from her fear. And somehow Khalia doesn’t realize that. Or the Orc just doesn’t care. Probably the tter, in all honesty.

  “Hand her over.” The barbarian firmly demands, opening her eyes and gring at her puppy.

  “Wuuu-uf...” Khalia whines, briefly tightening her grip on the girl before relenting. “Ma-aate...”

  Krvavy grabs onto Adeline’s curled form and lifts her up, pcing the bunny-mouse girl back onto her stool. To keep Khalia from kidnapping her again, the barbarian sits down on the ground right next to her.

  Adeline’s breathing quickens as the Drakling’s meaty tail twists around the other side of the stool, curling upwards and covering her legs. “Eei...!” She quietly squeaks as Krvavy’s strong arm presses down onto her shoulders, pulling her into a half-hug.

  The tiny blonde squeaks again as a sudden heat fres from Krvavy’s body, quickly cooling down a bit and becoming a comfortable warmth. Without realizing it, the girl slowly leans into Krvavy, resting her head against the Drakling’s chest.

  It takes a fair bit of concentration for Krvavy to channel fire magic like this, but it is definitely worth the effort. The warmth flowing through her body is pushing back the cold and damp air, creating a rather pleasant atmosphere as the rain pounds down on the canvas above.

  She is almost jolted out of her partially meditative state as Khalia’s body presses against her other side, the Were-Beast clinging so close that her legs are pretty much in the barbarian’s p. But luckily the Orc seems content to just join the cuddle.

  “Hhhheeie...” Adeline quietly sighs, tension leaving her body as she rexes into Krvavy’s embrace.