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The herbalist, Tamira, had much going for her. Huge rack? Check. Extensive supply of potions and tonics? Check. A quest for an adventurer in need of some quick silver? Check.

"Twenty feral neko tails," she said, ferrying a dozen different concoctions back and forth across her hut. "That's how much I need."

Soren watched her as she worked. Though he stared intently at her jiggling breasts, he heard her request loud and clear. "Twenty feral neko tails. Got it. The notice said ten silver for each tail. That still good?"

Tamira hummed an affirmative, transferring a vial of liquid into an empty vessel. "Try to keep them intact. It won't work if they're excessively damaged."

He was glad for simple work. After a string of failed dungeon dives, he needed an easy quest to get him back on his feet.

"Don't worry. I'll get it done. Be back in a couple of hours."

* * *

Soren yawned and stretched the soreness from his limbs.

The depth of the forest yawned back at him, like the gaping maw of some antediluvian beast, taunting him with the promise of completion. He had spent the better part of the day scouring each copse, clearing and thicket in search of the feral cats that roamed the woods. Dusk approached and he had long since lost the path.

"One more tail," he mumbled, wiping sweat from his brow. "One more fucking tail."

He touched the bundle at his waist, all nineteen, tied together with a length of rope. The fuzzy texture tickled his fingertips with the caress. Some of the blood had crusted on the older tails; the newer ones were still slick with cat gore. Twenty tails was his quest, to help brew healing potions for the village of Landon entire. He'd assumed it wouldn't take him longer than a handful of hours to complete.

He'd assumed wrong.

The sky's blue faded into bruised orange. Soren sought a tree trunk to rest against when he heard a rustle in the bushes off to his right.

"…berries, berries! Need some berries!"

He followed the hissing lilt to its source, a feral neko shuffling around on hands and knees on the other side of a cluster of thickets. His heart leapt at the sight.

"Berries, berries…red ones, blue ones…come to mama…must eat!"

He observed his prey over the top of the thicket. She was tanned, with thick thighs, lean arms and a bushy tail striped through with white. Her ears were tall, the fur at the ends rough and jagged. She was older, tougher and meaner than the rest. His cock twitched to attention as her ass jiggled with each inch she crawled.

Soren slipped his sword out of its scabbard. The bushes parted at his approach. He crept with a hunter's grace toward her, fingers tight against the grip. She turned her head just as he raised his steel and narrowly avoided the downward arc of the blade.

"Outsider!" she hissed. "I smell the blood of my sisters on you! As Akara is my name, I shall avenge them!"

The neko bared her claws and fangs. Soren watched her tail stand up, her back arch and her heels dig into the grass, the telltale signs of a cat about to pounce. He leapt back as she leapt forward, narrowly avoided his face being clawed in half. She was fast. Too fast.

"Die!" growled the cat.

Soren shifted his grip, clasping his longsword's pommel for an upward slash. He waited, watched for his prey's next move.

She didn't disappoint. Darting sideways, the neko leapt at his side. He pivoted on his heel, turned his hip into the swing and sent his steel sailing through the air in a soaring arc that split her from pelvis to sternum.

The cat cried out as his blade hewed through her flesh. She fell to the grass with a thud, blood dripping from the bright red gash that lanced across her chest. She tried to rise, screamed from the pain and collapsed against the ground, shivering, spent. Soren let his smile stretch from ear to ear. Triumph, at long last."

"Nice moves, kitty. Too bad it didn't save you."

She snapped her fangs at him as he approached, a cute but powerless gesture. "Fuck…you…"

"Gladly." He laid a hand on her toned belly, felt the heat thrumming underneath. "After."

The neko shuddered as his fingers traced light trails against her flesh. Her skin, kissed by the sun, glistened wet with a slick sheen of sweat. "Not enough…to kill me…? You must…shame me…as well?"

"Don't think yourself so special, meat." He pressed his thumb on a small tattoo etched into her hip. "I just want your tail."

Her eyes darted to the collection of feline appendages hanging from his belt. Her nostrils flared. Fresh horror blanched her face. "No…my daughters…you…you…"

"Killed them? Yea." Soren rolled his thumb over her nipple. The brown nub hardened from his touch. "I figured you for a mother, body like this. Ready to join them?"

She maintained her facade of defiance, even as tears gathered under her eyes. "Hells take you, shitstain…"

Soren rolled his eyes. "Spare me. Nothing awaits you but the void." He drew his hunting knife. "Any last words?"

The sight of his steel bared over her heart broke the neko. She sobbed out a pathetic plea, grabbing him weakly by the wrist. "No…please…n-not yet…"

Soren plunged the knife down. She let out a long, strangled scream until the blood bubbled up into her throat and turned her cries into gurgles. He took her face in his hand, thumb against her cheek, gaze locked with her own.

"All you're good for," he whispered. "Snuffed and forgotten."

The neko held his gaze. Her eyes were tight with pain, anger and naked fear. Moments later, they softened and those emotions bled away. Her pupils dilated then relaxed and her body sunk heavy into the grass. She drew her last breath, chest expanding then deflating as a single, ragged exhale passed from her lips. He watched the light go out in her eyes, life fading into oblivion.

His cock was rock solid.

Soren removed her only article of clothing, a loin cloth thong tied together with a vine. As he eased the scrap of garment down her legs and off her feet, he found it drenched with girlcum.

"You slut…"

He wasted no time spreading her legs and stuffing her with hard pipe. Her breasts jiggled with each thrust, her cunt clenching around his length, the last vestiges of life in a dead slab of meat. He creamed her hole, filled her womb with hot seed and stuffed all her other holes until his balls were empty and she was leaking sticky white from every orifice.

With his nut still freshly dripping from her, he rolled the corpse over and clipped its tail. That was how he left it, as food for the beasts or the worms, whichever was lucky enough to get a first bite.

* * *

When, after night had long fallen, Soren knocked on the herbalist's door, the petite woman stared at him, not a hint of recognition in her bleary eyes.

"Neko tails," he said, holding up the bundle. "Twenty, as promised."

Tamira's eyes brightened and then her face turned red. "Oh…um…" She touched her index fingers against each other. "I reread the ingredients while you were away. Turns out I really only needed one."


This is pretty god damn great


What a mistake.

He should sit down and explain, in vivid detail, what he had to do to get the other 19.

Then get a discount for his trouble and be in his way.


I was hoping for a good story but it was to short. Rape was to brief and the whole thing was a bit rushed…

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