Author's note: Sorry for the wait! Life got crazy again. I might have wrote more story than intended, so each chapter might turn out to be more connected than I thought. I have a few more creatures in mind, but I would love to hear what non-human characters you all want to read about! I appreciate your comments and suggestions!
Disclaimer: Rape and non consent/reluctance sex are one of the themes in this series. It is also exclusively either anthro or feral furry male on a humanoid female protagonist. That said, everything written is strictly fantasy and I do not condone any sexual violence.
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I trekked along a winding creek, the late afternoon sunshine warming my skin. The overly large clothing I took from a man I ambushed hung on my body like a robe. It was old and torn, but better than walking around naked, and washing it thankfully lessened the atrocious stink of human sweat. It has been two days since my encounter with the werewolves, and I have been trying to get as far from their campsite as possible.
The bruises and cuts those werewolves gave me has completely healed without leaving scars due to my dragon blood, and I no longer had to walk with my legs parted because of the pain in between them. I loathed those wolves for what they did to me, but they also taught me a few valuable lessons.
Firstly, choose your battles carefully. Secondly, you are on your own out here. Thirdly, expect no mercy. Not very different from the life of an orphan that I am no stranger to, but out in the world, there were still a law, or code for criminals like us. On this island, you either survive, or perish without anyone giving a single damn. So, I made a promise to myself; I will be the last one standing, and I will find a way out.
From what I heard on the outside, this island was surrounded by seashores lined with jagged rocks and unpredictable currents, so building a raft and paddling away was out of the question. Other than that, little information was known by the common folks as if one was being exiled here, they were as good as dead; no one has ever left this place to tell the tale. From what I have eavesdropped from a group of orcs, there were a few establishments scattered around the island, controlled by different gangs, but knowing men, I would be safer out here in the wilds.
With the stone spear and knife I took from that unfortunate man, who was now running around naked, save for his undergarment, I have been able to catch some small prey and fish. Now that I am a comfortable distance away from the wolves, I started looking for a place to settle down. I must first make sure I have a safe place to go back to before poking around and possibly interacting with the other inhabitants of this island.
Before long, I found myself going uphill, the creek getting wider and wider. When I finally made it to the top, what lied before me was a small lake, surrounded by forests. It looked to be a promising site for a camp, if not permeant, then at least for tonight. My legs were like lead from a whole day of hiking, but I circled the lake to make sure there weren't anyone else around.
After making sure it was safe, I took off my clothes and quickly washed myself in the lake, taking advantage of the remaining warm sunlight. I could not help but remember the feeling of the endless watery werewolf cum seeping out of my bruised womanhood. I also remembered how I begged as they bred me again and again, from fear but also the revoting pleasure I experienced while they did it. I had to close my eyes to fight back the waves of disgust for myself, and the fear of bearing unwanted children.
Taking a few deep breaths, I calmed myself down. I need to be strong out here, and dwelling on the past or worrying about the future would do me no good in the present.
I found a spot beside a few large boulders that was sheltered from the wind, and obscured from anyone that might follow the stream up to this lake like I did. The boulders almost formed a circle around this small space, becoming natural walls against predators and prying eyes. My dinner was a barbequed fish over a small campfire, far from tasty without salt or other condiments, some kind of starchy vegetable I found a rabbit eating, and a handful of berries. I even made a simple bed, raised from the ground with sticks for warmth, and covered by dry grass for comfort. If all goes well tonight and tomorrow, this might become my new home.
Clutching my spear, knife beside my stone pillow, I collapsed onto my bed. The small campfire was just enough to keep me from freezing to death in the middle of the night, and soon the days of traveling and sleeping with one eye open caught up to me. In a matter of minutes, I slipped into a dreamless slumber.
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The night went by without any incidents, and I woke feeling refreshed, though my legs screamed at me for what I put them through. The day also went by without any surprises, so I decided that this would be my new home. Over the next few days, I slowly made my shelter more comfortable, making primitive tools for myself and wedged in a roof made with sticks and big leaves in between the boulders.
Hoping to further improve my humble dwelling, I got bolder and started venturing further away looking for materials. Being extra cautious, I have managed to avoid the other criminals, turning away from any suspicious sounds.
On this particular day, I got lucky and ran into a herd of blaze sheep on a field scattered with trees. Blaze sheep were a kind of weak magical beasts, their wool and skin were infused with fire element, enough for it to radiate warmth long after the sheep was dead. I was desperately in need of a blanket and warmer clothing, and bringing down one of these would solve my problems. However, being a magical beast meant that these sheep were more dangerous than your normal prey, so I decided to take a cautious approach.
My patience paid off as one sheep wandered away from its herd towards me. I jumped up and threw my spear with all my might, and watched it puncture the flesh of the sheep's shoulder. The rest of the herd exploded when the injured sheep cried in agony and scattered in different directions. I sprinted after the injured sheep, its wound slowing it down significantly. I caught up to it just before it made it into the denser forest, and sensing its imminent demise, it stopped and turned towards me.
I have read about their abilities, so I jumped back just in time when it reared up, stomped down, and created an explosion of fire with its front hooves. My dragon blood gave me a higher endurance to fire and heat, so I lunged at the sheep through the remaining flames once the initial explosion passed, and stabbed my stone blade deep into its neck.
I only scrambled up to put out the flames on my baggy trousers once the sheep went limp and collapsed onto the ground. Trading a few holes on my trousers for blaze sheep wool was worth it. With my heart still thumping, I decided to gut the sheep right there to lessen the weight. Just as I knelt down, however, the hair on the back of my neck stood up. It felt like I was being watched. I pulled my spear free and stood up, looking around for any possible threats. All was quiet and still, but the chill running down my spine continued to warn me.
Suddenly, something squeaked in the trees behind me. I spun around towards the dense forest, only to find slowly swaying branches, early autumn leaves lazily moving in the wind.
It's probably paranoia, I told myself. Just when I turned back to the sheep, a low crack came from behind me, and before my brain could react, my instinct as a rogue made me jumped to the right.
A spotted form landed at where I was. I held up my spear just in time to block the short sword that came down at me. To my horror, the wooden shaft was cut in two. It was a proper metal weapon, used by someone who possessed both technique and strength, so my primitive weapon stood no chance. I dropped the useless sticks and drew my stone blades, while barely dodged the swift swing of my enemy's other short sword. Openings were rare during his ferocious attacks, and I could sense his intent to kill. He was stronger than me, and just as fast. I was dealing with a fellow rogue, one much more experienced in fighting to the death.
