Title: Mushroom Thief - Author:
Published: Sep 24, 2007 - Contact:
"Grip! Fang! Wolf! That's it, good boys!" called Farmer Maggot as he came down the dirt path. "That's it, don't let 'im move!" The ruddy-faced halfling walked up, carefully, to the three hounds. They all stood in a circle, growling and snarling at the prone figure on the ground.
Maggot scowled. This was the third trespasser in as many days. First that black-cloaked Big Folk from foreign parts, then the visitors from Hobbiton, and now this. The figure tried to move, but stopped immediately when Grip gave out a loud "BARRK! Snarl!" barring his shiny white teeth.
Maggot looked down at the intruder, and noted the dress. She tried look up at him and Grip barked again. "Grip! Heel!" shouted the farmer. "Well, well, well, if it isn't Miss Dora Goodbody."
The young halfling, in her tweens, definitely deserved her last name. Pretty enough in the face, with long brown hair, and a well-padded, "pleasingly plump" figure, the kind most halfling males lusted after. Her facial expression was one of obvious fear, for Grip had only backed off a little and still had his teeth barred. The other dogs also faced her down, just slightly less close.
"Please don't let him bite me, Farmer Maggot!" Dora begged. Maggot smiled; he had already noted the stolen mushrooms scattered on the ground. His best "love mushrooms", the rare aphrodesiacs that Maggot grew and sold quietly, mostly to rich dwarves visiting the Shire for "a little fun." Probably a "little fun" like Miss Goodbody.
"And what about my mushrooms, young lady They's spoilt' now, they don't keep long once ya pick 'em. You're gonna have ta pay me back for those." drawled Maggot, grinning. He knew Dora wouldn't need much prompting; from the talk he'd heard the girl had "rolled in the hay" with most of the local male population, at one time or another. After thinking about it for a moment, she started to crawl on hands and knees towards him, but stopped when all three dogs started barking and snarling all at once.
"Heel! Fang! Wolf! Down, Grip! Heel!" ordered Maggot. The dogs backed away, and Dora resumed her crawl, stopping when her hands touched Maggot's feet. She reached up and pressed her palm against his crotch. As she did so Fang pushed his snout underneath her dress and started sniffing.
Dora paused just a moment, then started rubbing up and down on the bulge in Farmer Maggot's pants. A grin broke across the farmer's worn face. Suddenly she moaned hotly and pushed forward. Maggot could hear Fang licking and slurping between the girl's legs.
Rumor had it that Dora usually didn't wear anything underneath her dress, and it looked like the rumors were true. Dora tried to push the dog away, but couldn't. Maggot waited and watched as Fang's red penis extended from its furry sheath. Then he placed both hands firmly on Dora's shoulders and smiled. "Fang! Mount!"
Dora mouthed a "No!" and tried to get up, but Maggot held her down as Fang moved around behind her. The dog raised his forelegs up and rested his body on Dora's back, shifting around to position his penis correctly. She gasped and squirmed when it found its target. Then Fang started thrusting, pushing his penis deeper with each stroke.
With each one Dora moaned loudly, the large male organ (far bigger than most halfing penises) stretching her again and again, a pain and a pleasure at the same time. Soon Dora's sex was wet enough to let Fang's shaft slide in and out freely, and the dog pumped his bitch with eager abandon. Both were panting, though Dora's tongue wasn't hanging out like Fang's was. By now Farmer Maggot has his trousers down around his legs and was stroking himself, watching the show with a perverted leer.
Dora's eyes squinted tightly shut as she squealed and bucked underneath the wildly-humping dog. Fang's thrusts quickened in pace. Every so often Dora's face would contort and she'd gasp or moan or wimper softly. Then Fang pushed all the way in and held there. Dora threw her head back and let out a long "Ooohhh!!" as she felt warm spurts of dog-cum flowing into her.
Maggot followed his dog's lead and left a puddle of semen in the dust of the path. Fang licked Dora's cheek. She tried to get up but he growled in her ear, instinctively wanted to hold his penis inside her and tie with her.
"Fang! Heel!" shouted Maggot, pulling up his pants. "Heel, I said!" Fang reluctantly pulled out of Dora's sex and trotted off. The girl lay there for a minute or so, then got up herself and walked away wordlessly, still gasping a little from her ordeal.
Farmer Maggot watched her leave as he gathered up the love mushrooms, grinning. Time to dry them and get them ready for sale. They worked much better that way than when they were fresh. While he gathered up his almoststolen wares, one of Maggot's sons walked up.
"Was that Dora Goodbody walking off"
"Yep. Had to set the dogs on her."
"Uh-huh. Sixth time in the last month. I'm beginning t' think the little hussy likes it!"