The Adventures of Hunter Pegor, Part IV
Hunter stood at the edge of a yawning chasm. As he stared into the dark abyss a sudden feeling of dread washed over him. He had been alone for some time now and craved companionship, yet he had no idea how to even begin going about resolving this particular dilemma. He was normally a very adept problem solver and was more than a little frustrated that these feelings had destroyed his usually steadfast resolve so completely. These emotions weren't characteristic of your typical warrior, he thought. This was how the ugly must feel.
As Hunter pondered the intricacies of human nature, a low rumbling could be heard emanating from the depths of the chasm.
"Is anyone there?" Hunter belowed.
"No, nobody at all," came the shrill reply.
"That hardly makes sense you understand. Somebody MUST have said that."
"You'd think so, but there's nobody down here that could have possibly said any such thing."
Hunter pulled a long thin rope from his satchel and tied it snuggly around a nearby boulder. He tossed the rope over the edge of the cliff and began making his way down - down towards the voice that belonged to nobody at all. It was slow going at first, though it wasn't long before Hunter got the hang of things and was soon descending at a brisk, steady pace.
Upon reaching the floor of the chasm, he noticed the opening to a large, dark cavern. Hunter removed a torch from his bag and lit it with a small piece of flint. With his path clearly illuminated before him, he carefully made his way down the long corridor.
The cave was really nothing more than a long and rocky hallway, with no adjoining passages that merited any further exploration.
He increased his pace, anxious to discover the owner of the mysterious voice.
Hunter stopped abruptly when the corridor opened into an immense room and his jaw dropped in astonishment.
Thousands of naked dwarves were scattered all about the floor and ceiling of the cavernous room, sucking contentedly at the stalactites and stalagmites. Only they weren't stalactites and stalagmites at all. Rather, they were large breasts with huge, supple nipples. The dwarves were much too occupied to even notice Hunter Pegor's presence, making loud sucking noises and groaning in ecstacy.
Hunter glanced towards the center of the room and saw a female pixie fluttering about in a small wire cage. He ran in a crouch towards the tiny creature, making a special effort to be as stealthy as humanly possible. Beside the delicate prison was a large sign that read, "This cage is home to the notorious Nympho Pixie."
"You wouldn't by any chance want to get me out of here would you?" asked the pixie.
Upon hearing her speak, Hunter knew that this was the owner of the mysterious voice he had heard.
"If it isn't your wish to be here, then I will do what I can to free you."
Suddenly, one of the dwarves stopped his voracious suckling, pointed directly at Hunter and the pixie, and began shrieking wildly. The other dwarves similarly ceased their feeding frenzy and began making their way towards the two strangers, angry looks etched across their withered faces.
Hunter quickly notched a magical arrow in his longbow and fired at a nearby dwarf who was still more than a little preoccupied with a gigantic tit. The arrow sliced through the dwarf's anus, burst through its reproductive organs and emerged from the end of its erect phallus. Before the now horribly disfigured dwarf could cry out, the arrow pierced the breast it had been sucking on and a sea of milk spilled forth.
Hunter shoved the pixie into his satchel and firmly grabbed onto the nipple of one of the huge breasts. Milk cascaded down around him, washing away the army of naked dwarves. The tiddle wave of milk and small, flailing limbs emptied into the corridor Hunter had come in through, leaving him along with the nymphomaniacal pixie.
"My name is Nymphette," the pixie said. "Thank you ever so much for rescuing me."
"I'm just glad I was able to help," Hunter replied as she unbuckled his belt and his trousers fell to the floor.
As her tiny clenched fist penetrated repeatedly into his urethra, Hunter Pegor rested both hands on his hips and whispered, "I love making new friends."
