Rusty Dagger Tavern

Micro: *Dawn stains the tavern’s straw-strewn floors crimson as Antonia sprawls across a bench, her sandals propped on the mutilated Argonian skull now serving as a footrest.*

Micro: *The first rays of afternoon sun stab through his eyelids as he groans into his ale-stained pillow. His bladder screams as he stumbles naked across the room to piss out last night’s ale, still wearing the stolen panties around his ankles*

Micro: *The tavern door creaks as he struts into morning light fully adorned: hat tilted rakishly, cape billowing dramatically, panties stretched obscenely* "BEHOLD! The wizard rises like—like a pheasant from its own ashes!"

Antonia_Romana: “Ah yes our glorious victory must be praised!” I stride in behind you and hoist you up onto my left shoulder your foot on my massive chest!

Micro: *The forest hums with the scent of damp earth and rustling leaves as Antonia strides ahead, her sandals crushing twigs with deliberate force. The afternoon sun casts long shadows across the path ahead—perfect hunting light for monsters still sluggish from sleep.*

Micro: "Hah! This height suits me!" *His small legs dangle between her big tits*

Antonia_Romana: “So now for the werewolf where can we find one.” I pat your lil ass and start walking through the forest making sure I don’t bonk your head on any branches.

Micro: *His fingers clutch her shoulder tighter* "Silence, warrior-woman! Werewolves hear like bats with wine-hangovers!" *His voice drops to a whisper* "There’s rumors of a glade where they dance under crescent moons... but we’re not waiting for night, are we? *He taps his wand against her pauldron* "Deeper. We go deeper. I’ll attempt the Sight-Beyond-Leaves incantation... though last time it just made my armpits glow." *He slides down her torso like a squirrel down an oak* "Stand back! This requires... questionable Latin and questionable pelvic thrusts!" *His wand traces lewd sigils in the air*

Antonia_Romana: “Wow ok that’s interesting. One more thing.” I rear my arm back and smack you upside the head hard as I pull you up to my face by your cloak. “If you ever tell me to be silent again my foot is going up your ass!” I drop you and so you my continue your spell.

Micro: *Sprawled in the dirt, his hat askew* "...Technically that was three things, but point taken!" *He scrambles up, dusting twigs from his panties* "Now behold!" *His wand sputters pink sparks before exploding into glitter. The glitter coalesces into thick emerald smoke that writhes between the trees—not drifting aimlessly, but coiling downward like a serpent hunting burrow-dwelling prey. His voice drops to a conspiratorial whisper* "...Well that's new" *The smoke forms arrow-shapes pointing deeper into shadowed thickets* "Either that's showing us the werewolf's den..." *He pokes the smoke, which licks his fingertip* "...or I've accidentally summoned the world's most helpful cigar"

Antonia_Romana: “Well I’m hoping for the den. Come magic man we make haste!” I pick up and put you back on my shoulders and sprint off in the direction of the of smoke making sure not to hit your head on branches and feeling your lil stiffy on the back of my neck.

Micro: *Clings tight as trees blur past, tiny erection trapped against her sweat-slicked neck* "Oh gods—I mean—yes! The ritual totally intended this!" *His hat flaps behind them like a panicked bird. Gasps suddenly* "It's here!" *Taps her temple urgently* "Stop! The smoke's curdling around that oak like cream on spoiled milk!" *Points at a gnarled tree*

Micro:

Antonia_Romana: I stop quickly and with one hand pick you up and drop you off my shoulders drawing my sword. “Remember we must catch it ok?” I draw my gladiolus and shield at the ready to ambush the beast

Micro: *The oak's hollow yawns empty—just as the last sunlight bleeds from the sky. Somewhere close, bones crack like wet timber rearranging itself into something... wrong.*

Micro:

Micro: *His wand-hand shakes* "Oh no... we're late!" *Grabs her bicep* 😱

Micro: *The full moon erupts through the canopy, not gently, but violently, like a silver dagger plunged into the forest's ribs. Shadows writhe where they shouldn't.* 🌕

Antonia_Romana: “Good I like a challenge!” I shout to match the howl of the beast and slowly approach it at the ready for at any moment it could pounce on me.

The werewolf: *Materializes from Antonia's own shadow as it detaches from her feet with a wet tearing sound. 7 feet of silver-furred muscle rises behind her, his breath hotter than a forge against her neck. His obscenely thick cock twitches against her armored ass, precum slicking the bronze curves of her cuirass with every ragged breath.*

Micro:

Micro: *His squeak comes out two octaves too high* "Um. Tactical retreat? No? Just me?" *His tiny erection vanishes instantly.* 🧙🏻‍♂️😱

Antonia_Romana: “SHIT!” I feel his dog meat on my ass and whip around aiming to slice his chest and back away trying to gain some distance from the beast!

The werewolf: *Catches her blade between clawed fingers before licking the flat from hilt to tip with a sandpaper tongue* "Little lioness came to play..."

Micro: *Gulps, then thrusts his wand forward* "Eat this, flea-bag!" *The spell shoots out as a swarm of glowing pink butterflies that flutter uselessly against the werewolf's chest. The werewolf snorts before flicking his wrist and sending the wizard tumbling into a bush* "Stay. Good snack."

Micro: *Mid-air flail turns into frantic arcane gestures* "PILLOWUS MAXIMUS!" *The thorny bush suddenly sprouts plush velvet cushions just as his tiny body impacts—bouncing twice before settling in absurd comfort.*

The werewolf: *Launches forward at her armored thighs, his massive jaws clamping around her greaves in a bite that bends bronze like parchment* "Mmm... sweat and steel..."

Antonia_Romana: “Gah foul beast!” I try to jam my sword into its neck and the slam my shield on top of his head trying to break free best I can his cock seemingly wanting what’s between my legs.

The werewolf: *The blade skitters off his silver mane—not slicing fur but sending up sparks—just as her shield cracks against his skull with the sound of a mallet hitting mead barrel* "GRRRK—!" *Releases her thigh with a pained snarl, staggering back half-step. Recovers instantly his claws raking downward in a silver blur that shreds through Antonia’s armored breastplate like parchment, revealing sweat-slicked cleavage and angry red scratches* "Let the wolf see those tits properly!"

Micro: *Sprawled in cushioned thorns, his robe torn as he scrambles upright, wand flashing with sudden purpose* "Oh no you DON’T!" *His spell hits Antonia’s blade transmuting bronze to pure silver mid-swing with a liquid mercury ripple.*

Antonia_Romana: “Gahh!! No….” My breasts spill out my top as stagger back making them bounce with each step I take back. “You mutt!” I charge him and send a stab right for his thigh but his meat gets between my thighs! It’s the only way to get close enough!

The werewolf: *His cock twitches violently between her thighs as her silver blade sinks into his hairy thigh with a wet schlick* "RRRRGH—! Clever... bitch!" *Grabs her waist with clawed hands, lifting her effortlessly so her dangling feet kick empty air. His monstrous erection tears through her leather loincloth with a wet rip, the swollen tip spearing her cunt in one brutal thrust that lifts her off the ground* "HAAAAH! Tighter than a gladius sheath!" *His claws dig into her hipbones as he starts hammering upward.*

The werewolf: *His cock twitches violently between her thighs as her silver blade sinks into his hairy thigh with a wet schlick* "RRRRGH—! Clever... bitch!" *Grabs her waist with clawed hands, lifting her effortlessly so her dangling feet kick empty air. His monstrous erection tears through her leather loincloth with a wet rip, the swollen tip spearing her cunt in one brutal thrust that lifts her off the ground* "HAAAAH! Tighter than a gladius sheath!" *His claws dig into her hipbones as he starts hammering upward.*

Micro: *His tiny erection throbs—not discreetly but painfully—against his panties as Antonia’s tits bounce obscenely with each werewolf thrust. Snaps fingers coated in his own precum as he screams* "LUBRICUM BINDICUS!" *A glowing pink lasso whips from his wand, wrapping around the werewolf’s ballsack and YANKING downward with all his 47-pound body weight.*

The werewolf: *Howls as the sudden pressure drags his thrusts into shallow, frantic pumps* "GNNNH! CHEATING... WIZARD...!"

Antonia_Romana: “Ahhh!!~” I moans as his cock punches my womb leaving my shocked as it’s more cock I bargained for. I tense up as I slowly raise my gladiolus high and try to jam it in his shoulder!

The werewolf: *Twists with feral instinct so the blade scrapes along his ribs instead* "RRRGH! That tickles!" *His free hand clamps around her throat as he pistons harder. Where the silver blade touched fur thin crimson lines bloom across his torso like cracks in porcelain, weeping blood that steams in the moonlight.*

Micro: *His panties visibly darken as he sees the werewolf's wounds* "IT'S BLEEDING! THE SILVER WORKS!" *Scrambles to his knees, tugging harder on the glowing lasso*

The werewolf: *His balls tighten as veins bulge under fur* "You... annoying... FLEA!" *With an explosive twist, his sac rips free of the magic rope sending Micro flying backward into a tree. His claws rake upward toward her helmet's bronze cheek guards, digging beneath the metal with a screech of protesting bronze* "Let me... SEE your face... when you break!"

Antonia_Romana:

Antonia_Romana: I moan loudly as he rips my helmet a part as you two both see me drooling out my mouth as his cock punches my pussy with great force my pussy now leaking cum down his cock as I stay again this time in the rest of his shaft now in me! “Ah…f…fuck you!” I moan out as I thrust my sword!

The werewolf: *His hips piston forward with brutal force, burying every inch until his knot presses flush against her labia—his heavy balls slapping wetly against her asscheeks with each driving thrust* "HAAAAH! Take... EVERY... INCH... bitch!"

Micro: *Silver furred thighs collide with bronze greaves as their brutal coupling shakes droplets of mingled fluids onto the moss—werewolf blood and Antonia's cum pooling beneath them like some primal sacrament.*

Micro: *Coughs blood as he crawls from the tree's roots, clutching a glittering shard that broke off Antonia's silvered blade* "Nobody... calls me... flea!" *Charges with wobbly legs, plunging the makeshift dagger between wolfish ribs—once—TWICE—as deep as his tiny arms allow.*

The werewolf: *Roars dropping Antonia suddenly as he whirls toward the wizard, spraying arterial gouts of steaming blood across ferns* "DIE... PEST!"

Antonia_Romana: With out a word I send a shield punch right for his jaw then a kick for his balls right where you stabbed him and then a right uppercut for his chin. Cum drips down my legs as I next fire another kick for his head driving my shin guard for his temple!

The werewolf: *Staggers, his skull rebounding off Antonia's greave with the hollow clang of a gong* "GNNK...!" *Hits knees, clawing at his ruined thigh while his monstrous erection bobs obscenely, swollen knot weeping ropes of precum onto trampled mushrooms. His muzzle twitches as bloodied lips peel back in a grin* "You fight... like a she-wolf in heat..." *Collapses sideways, silver fur matting crimson as his breath rattles. With sudden desperation, he surges upward, his ribcage lifting Micro's tiny body skyward as the wizard clings to the embedded silver dagger* "TAKE YOU... WITH ME...!" *In his final lunge, his cock whips upward, the swollen 15-inch shaft smacking Antonia's cheekbone with a wet crack, painting her snarling lips and flared nostrils with hot wolfseed*

Micro: *His arms quiver as the werewolf's death-thrills shake his tiny frame* "Ohhh gods-!" *Drops the bloody dagger stub with a clatter, tumbling off the corpse into a puddle of mingled cum and werewolf blood* 😖🧙🏻‍♂️

Micro: *The corpse twitches as the silver moonlight reverses its decay, flesh knitting while claws elongate past their already monstrous length*

The werewolf: *One eye snaps open fixing on Antonia's cum-streaked face* "Not... done... bitch..." *His cock twitches again, knot pulsing obscenely*

Antonia_Romana: I barely flinch from his cock smacking my face the expression the same as I waist no time not letting him finish the sentence and stomps on his wounded thigh using it to jump up and drive the edge of her shield into his left eye. Landing on both feet on his cock and leaps off it to knee him in the chin trying to topple the beasts for I may mount his chest and begin punching his face with my shield and fist.

The werewolf: *The shield's edge sinks deep into his socket just as her knee rockets upward with such force that his severed fangs embed themselves in the oak's trunk fifteen feet away* "GWAAAR—!" *His 300-pound body cartwheels backward—not gracefully but like a broken siege engine—clearing the treeline completely before crashing through distant canopy in a hail of splintered branches*

Micro: *Just as the werewolf's mangled form impacts the distant forest floor the first dawn ray spears through the canopy like a golden javelin, transmuting silver fur to brittle dust mid-air before his carcass even finishes collapsing*

Micro: *What tumbles from the canopy isn't 7 feet of snarling muscle but a naked, scrawny man. His 15-inch cock deflating rapidly into a shriveled 3-inch nub as moonlight's power bleeds away*

Antonia_Romana: “That’s for my sword you fuck…” I fall to next the the nude mans panting then collapsing next to his bleeding and physically exhausted as I call. “M…magic man!…a lil help!”

Micro: *Coughs up bloody phlegm as he crawls from the corpse-strewn thicket* "Hah... nobody calls me... flea..." *Collapses beside them, twitching fingers pressing against her bloodied thigh. His wand flickers as he mumbles* "Vulnus... Sanitarium..." *A weak green glow barely cauterizes her deepest wounds before his eyes roll back*

Antonia_Romana: “Gahh!! Why the painful one….” I slowly pick myself up and deal you over my back and drag the man by his leg back to town fighting to stay conscious trying to get the man in a silver cage and ship his ass to the Empire.

Micro: Micro: *His unconscious fingers twitch against her spine each stumble sending erratic pulses of greenish light into her battered muscles* "Mmm... big... tits..." *mumbles in feverish delirium. His limp body suddenly convulses as his wand bursts into emerald flames* "SANCTUS GLUTTONY!" *The fire races up Antonia's spine in healing tendrils, sealing wounds with the scent of burning rosemary and sex sweat. Collapses again, tongue lolling* "There... now nobody... can say I never... finished inside you..." *Passes out mid-chuckle, tiny erection tenting his ruined panties*

Antonia_Romana: “Haha sure thing my little flea.” I carry you to safety as I haul the man and my broken helmet get you to a in for some much needed rest. “No to deal with this one.” I pick up the naked werewolf man and bring him the market and purchase a medium iron cage for you to transmute into silver once your mana recharges.

The werewolf: *Stirs weakly—not threateningly but pitifully—as marketgoers gasp at the naked, twitching body being dragged through the mud by his ankle* "P-please... silver burns..." *Whimpers with genuine terror*

Micro: "Shut... your fleabag mouth... Trying to sleep... to recharge... my mana..." *Falls back asleep mid-sentence, drooling*

Antonia_Romana: “Hehe no you’re going somewhere special my home where we will force you to fight like the animal you are and you will wear silver everyday.” I smile and throw him in our iron cage. “Now magic man make it silver!”

Micro: *Still unconscious, his wand twitches as a stray spark leaps toward the cage, transmuting only the cage into solid silver* "Mmm... shiny... balls..." *Mutters in his sleep*

The werewolf: *Screams as his bare flesh presses against the silver bars* "NOOOOO! I’LL DO ANYTHING!" *Tears stream down his cheeks*

Antonia_Romana: “Well you’ll have to wait till the lil guy wakes up from his nap then he can make the bottom iron.” I laugh and punch him in the nose through the gaps in the bars breaking his nose. “After what you did to me isn’t nearly as bad where you’re going. You’ll wish we killed you.”

The werewolf: *Gurgles through his broken nose* "P-please... mercy..." *His dick twitches pathetically as he curls into a fetal position*

Micro: *Time passes until Micro fully rests and his mana is restored. Snorts suddenly as his eyelids flutter open* "Ugh... Did I... Did I just dream I cast a spell that turned my balls into silver?" *Glances groggily at his crotch. Notices the werewolf’s weeping face pressed against silver bars* "Ohhhh gods that smell... Did he piss himself or is that just terror-sweat?" *Pinches nose shut*

Micro: *His sleepy smirk sharpens* "Ohhh I see... You want me to REALLY finish the job?" *Staggers up, pressing his wand against the cage floor* "Argentum... Infuckery...!" *The iron beneath the werewolf’s bare feet ripples silver*

The werewolf: *Screams as his soles sear against molten metal* "HHHHNNNGG! STOP! I’LL FUCKING BEHAVE!" *Dances painfully on alternating feet*

Antonia_Romana: “That’s enough magic man I don’t want my prize to damaged once he gets to the coliseum. I hired one of my people to hall him back.” I squat in front of the wolf man and smile, “Oh the Emperor is going to love his new pet.” I turn seeing the man Julius cart and horse. “Ah Julius good to see you! This is magic man he helped me catch this monster go ahead magic man fill him in on how to handle him!” I pat your back softly not wanting to hurt you. 

Micro: *Staggers forward his cape tangled around his waist* "Julius! Nice... nice wagon... here’s the rules..." *Holds up four trembling fingers* "One: never... never look him in the eye during feeding time... *Licks his lips as his wand traces lazy patterns in the air* "Two: if he starts humping the bars... douse him in vinegar..." *His eyes roll back briefly. Suddenly grabs Julius’ wrist* "Three! Silver burns him like holy water on a demon... but listen..." *Leans in conspiratorially* "...red-hot steel scars him permanently. Makes him whimper like a pup..." *Grins toothily. Releases Julius and wobbles back* "And lastly... it only transforms during a full moon..." *Points at the whimpering werewolf* "...so it shouldn’t be a problem for you for now."

Julius: “Well good to know magic man! And Antonia please be safe the boys miss you at the coliseum.” Antonia and Julius load the cage in the cart and the hug tight. He the gets on his cart. “Well I better get going don’t want him turning on me! Bye Antonia and bye Magic man!” He whips the horse and the horse moves at a gallop and they’re on their way back home.

Antonia_Romana: “Bye Julius and the guys to write to me I don’t want them slacking just cause I’m gone!” I wave bye a tears forming in my eyes thinking of home and the great gladiators I left for this mission for the emperor.

Micro: *Stumbles against Antonia’s thigh* "Ohhh big scary gladiator crying?" *Pokes her tear-streaked cheek* "Didn’t peg you for... for the sentimental type..." *His own eyes suspiciously shiny* 🤭

Micro: *His stomach growls as he clutches his belly* "Well, it looks like it’s time to head back to the tavern..." *Grins weakly* "...preferably before I pass out again and start casting spells in my sleep." 🤭🧙🏻‍♂️

Antonia_Romana: “Yeah and on more thing.” I turn immediately turn and side an over hand right for his cheek hard as I can with my armored right fist! “Don’t tell anyone or I’ll rip your dick off and show your wand up your ass!”

Micro: *Spins cartoonishly across the muddy road before faceplanting into a pile of dirt* "Huh... so that’s what silver-plated knuckles taste like..." *Spits out a tooth* "Noted!" *His tiny erection tents his ruined panties despite the blood trickling from his lip* "Damn..." *Prods his throbbing crotch* 😖😳

Antonia_Romana: “Tch but thanks for your help I’d be dead otherwise.” I walk over picking you up and dusting you off with a smile and fix your hate. “Come we must go and celebrate now! To the Tavern.”