:: Dear Diary… I am starting to have second thoughts about this mission. It isn’t the money that he’s offering, 50 gold coins as down payment for a bigger pay off seems legitmate. Especially when he’s managing a nomadic tribe somewhere in the middle of Goddess knows where… It’s the fact that I will have to be fighting Vampires. My favorite actor is a Vampire, the A-class Edwin Coleman! I-if we suddenly had the chance to meet for the first time.. wh-what would I tell him if he asked what did I do for a living!?… I can't tell him, he's HOT... And if he tries to interrogates me with his shirt off - there is no way in h*ll I can lie to those abs..."
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<< QUEST INTIATIED >>
~Vampire Raider Lv 15~ BACKGROUND: The Chieftain of the Omemee Lycan Tribe have hired you to fight the Vampires. The client's daughter is one of the many Lycan Villagers kidnapped and about to be sold on the slave market and to another company. Your time limit starts now, you have 10 days to complete the mission or the enslaved villagers will be shipped to another country. They have provided you details of the Vampires you will face, but due to losing their scouts, they cannot provide an accurate location. Initial Downpayment for Mission Acceptance: ----- 50 GOLD
Overall Funding for Mission Completion: ----------- ??? GOLD (Corn and Buffalo Hide as Substitute) -----
<< __ACHIEVEMENT UNLOCKED!!__ >>
~The Lone Ranger~
You took on a job that will leave you penniless but makes your heart better. Hi-Ho Silver!
“Big Sis! Big Sis! Look at all the cute little puppies! C-can we keep them!?”
“B-BACK! BACK YOU LITTLE MONSTERS! S-STOP PULLING ON MY BRASSIER! Y-YOU’LL BREAK THE STRAPS! KYAAAH! OF COURSE I’M NOT A BOY!! SO DON'T TOUCH PEOPLE IN STRANGE PLACES AND ASK 'WHERE'S MY WEE-WEE'!!"
Pastrache was in trouble.
Orignally she was worried about her personal dilemma in fighting a supernatural race she respected above all else. In her eyes, the stereotypical pale skin, red eyes, and sparkling features would make her swoon the same way fan girls would to handsome celebrities like Tommy Cruiser, Bradicus Pittburn, Christoff Hemmingsworth, Tom Hiddelton, Chasing Tantrum, or anyone else in the world who were ripped as f**k..... *Bunny Narrator drools*.
“KYAAAA! N-NO! G-GET YOUR PAW OUT OF MY PANTS, YOU FURBALL BRAT!! Y-YOU DON’T NEED TO PLAY DOCTOR ON A GROWN WOMAN TO SEE IF SHE NEEDS TO PEE STANDING UP OR NOT! STOP!!”
The problem that was plaguing the Half-Elf right then was a pack of little Wolfings. All of them as tall as her knee, some who looked more wolf than humand and others looked more human than wolves. Both boys and girls came gathering around the Half-Elf's long legs and tried to touch her cute looking body like a toy, or climb her like a tree with oddly soft branches.
The little females were asking what was the Half-Elf's secret in having such delicious looking melons. While the little males tried to seach through the edges of her shorts to find where she tucked her tail into. All of them bundled up in adorable deer hide robes and boar-skin mocassins.
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From a distance, they would look exactly like the puppies you see in the window of a pet store... all staring up at you with those big lonely eyes, whining and folding their ears... egging you on to cough up a dollar and take them home.
In Pastrache's eyes - they were worse than the Level 20 Manticore she faced some time ago. A different kind of hunger in their eyes.
"NYAAAAAAAAAAH! P-PLEASE! D-DON'T GRAB ME! I-I'M NOT YOUR MOTHER! M-MY BODY I-ISN'T EVEN BIOLOGICALLY QU-QUALIFIED TO GIVE YOU THE MILK NECESSARY FOR AN INFANT'S SURVIVAL! OH GOD! TH-THEIR TEETH IS CUTTING THROUGH THE FABRIC AND PINCHING MY SKIN! GGUUGGAAGHH! AAAAGU! P-PLEASE STOP LICKING ME THERE! HELP! SOMEONE PLEASE SAVE MEEEEEEEEEE!"
After fending off all 30 Level 0 Wolflings from... taking something from her body, their Werewolf mothers finally dashed to the scene to break up the riot. One by one, the female Lycans would pluck their children from the horde of many with their jaw by the scruff of their neck fur and throw them back inside their teepees. The same way mother hamsters would to move their little newborns to a warmer corner in their cage.
Once the last child was pried off from gnawing on the Half-Elf's valuable bossom and thighs, there was this silence that girls don't want to talk about when they come late to school with a vivid red face and puffy eyes. Boys, pay attention and don't ask questions under these circumstances.
“…What’s wrong Big Sis? Why do you look so sad? I thought everyone loved puppies.”
“I… I feel so dirty.”
Pastrache sniffed back the tears that were about to fall out of her eyes. She dare not wipe her face with her hands, she felt something wet and slimy all over her palms after she wiped Wolfling drool and snot from her arms and legs.
“D-did you see that Nello!? Th-those furry little b@stards were groping my chest and thighs in broad daylight!? H-how could this happen!? Uuugh! I can feel the trauma of this unfortunate event burning in my soul. M-my skin still feels like their little tongues are still licking me from toe to hips! I-I don't want to relive this nightmare in my sleep!”
“… I don’t get it. Don’t you like puppies? You looked so happy when you told me about the ones you saw back in the city. You were even singing a song, about 'how much is the doggies in the window?' or something.”
“Puppies are puppies. Furry B@stards are furry b@stards! Did you not hear what they were calling me the entire time? Just because I don’t have fur on my body like their parents, doesn't give them the right to call me 'Bare Naked Lady! Bare Naked Lady!'"
“… Big Sisn’t isn’t naked.”
“YOU’RE NEITHER A WEREWOLF OR A HALF-ELF GIRL WITH VULNERABLE CHASTITY PROBLEMS! YOU WON'T UNDERSTAND!”
“……….. I’m sorry…..Please don’t be mad… Sniff.”
“Ah… D-don’t’ cry Nello. I-I didn’t mean to yell at you. I-it’s just hat… I so need a bath right now.”
“.. Um. I saw a watering hole in the corner of this little village. Most of the Werewolves would dive in there like a pool so—”
“Thank you Nello, but h*ll no. I’ll just wash my body with my canteen and a towel……. Hey Nello... you don't mind if I do a bed bath in your tummy right?"
“… Won’t I get wet?”
“It will only be two minutess… make it three. Big Sis promise no more than four.... Okay?”
“... Uuuuh.”
"Nelloooooo. You know how much Big Sis loves you... riiiiiiiiiiiiight?"
"Uwaah. B-Big Sis has her super scary face on... Uwa-uwa."
When Wolfings become interest in you:
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