Mutually Beneficial Dungeoneering 10

"WHY IS THERE A FOREST HERE!? THIS IS UNDERGROUND, IN A CAVE, AND IT'S FULL OF SHIT!"

Both Benny and Cupcake flinched as the corpse of a hobgoblin was sent flying above them, smashing into the wall with an almost wet, meaty thud, and another as it hit the ground.

"ANYONE ELSE WANT A PIECE OF ME?! I'LL RIP YOUR DICK OFF AND EAT IT YOU HEAR ME!?" 

The two of them peeked their heads above the fallen log they were hidden behind. 

There, they saw Mara beating a hobgoblin with the body of another hobgoblin.

The power of Level 5, which the party had reached after they'd had that encounter with the hobgoblins, was on full display. It was almost comical, just how much stronger they had become after such a short time. It wasn't uncommon for adventurers to spend years just trying to break into the double digits...

And yet here they were, in Kamadeva, halfway there within weeks... And all they had to do to get there was suck some dungeon monsters off... well, as long as what happened in Kamadeva remained in Kamadeva, it was okay... nobody had to know that Mara had sucked dozens of monster cocks, taken even more of them up her ass, and she'd lost count of the amount of creampies she'd received.

She threw the hobgoblin in her hands away, clenching her fists.

"I can't wait to get out of this fucking floor, I want my cool wolf cowl," she said, panting, clenching her hands into fists. The final hobgoblin of the lot, trembling, approached with what appeared to be an adventurer's spear, which it had probably taken from a corpse, brandished in its hands.

Mara stepped towards it, wrenched the spear out of the large muscular monster's hands, and then kicked it in the chest, sending it crashing into the ground. She followed it up by tossing the spear at the body, impaling it into the ground.

"What the crap is this floor, I hate it," Mara said, wiping the sweat from her forehead. "Gray rocks, stony soil, a lush forest growing out of nowhere with no sunlight," she said, waving her hands about, "why is the floor like this!?" she protested.

After her tantrum was finished, Cupcake and Benny emerged from behind their cover. "Uhm. The- I mean, Rosie," the gnome began, "Rosie said that the second floor apparently used to be a whole bunch of different things," she spoke, hopping over the log, while Benny walked around it.

They were not looking good. Even after getting into the habit of wearing clothes specifically designed to deal with the Leopards' bullshit claws, it was becoming more and more of a problem to deal with everything the dungeon threw at them.

Even worse was that there wasn't a quick and easy out. By most accounts, they would have to reach level six before it was even remotely safe to head into the third floor. Rosie's advice wasn't to be underestimated, and she'd even threatened to stop letting them take quests at all if they tried to go to the third floor before they were ready for it.

"We have to be close, right? We've killed a lot of hobgoblins, even some orcs, and-" Benny winced as Mara interrupted with a wail.

Mara hung her neck. "I want to hug the cats..."

"Can you wait until we find cats that aren't trying to rip our faces off?" Benny finished

Indeed, every time Mara had to kill a Leopard, she felt a little of herself die inside. Unfortunately, it was obvious that the Leopards had no interest in anything but battle. Even when she'd attempted to subdue one and try to tame it, it'd responded only by trying to claw at her or eat her face. 

"Ugh, we're gonna have to face the boss of this area after all," Mara said, putting her hands on her hips. "We can challenge it once a day," she said. "I think that we ought to try it. I won't blindside you guys with it this time."

Benny blinked, wincing a little. "Uhm, are we going to... you know, use the same tactic as last time?" he asked. It was obvious what was on his mind, after all, the boss of the previous floor... well, to say that their first time facing it was pretty fucked would be an understatement.

"Well I'd rather not," Cupcake said. "These hobbos are nothing like the gobbos, too much dick, too fat," she said, "and I don't like'em."

Benny blinked. "Really?" he asked, shocked. "But-"

"I mean I'm still me so, y'know, I'll take it however I can get it, but I can have preferences! Even if you like many kinds of soup, you have your favorite soup, right? Right!"

"O..kay I guess?" Benny agreed?

"Well it's not really important, the boss of this floor is actually the Rampage Leopard," Mara explained.

"Oh? How do you know?" Cupcake asked, flicking one of her knives into the air.

"I asked Rosie, obviously," Mara replied. "Bosses are a good way to get levels. This one is level five so we should be just about able to handle it. Worst case scenario..." she looked around. "We'll toss a hobgoblin corpse at it and run while it's distracted eating."

"That sounds logical," Benny said. "Do monsters eat each other that often that it'd just ignore us?"

"Iunno;" Mara mumbled.

"What? I didn't catch that," Benny said, readying his sword.

"I said-"

"Drop your loot if you want to live!"

And then they were interrupted.

"That's not what I said," Mara replied, turning around to face the speaker. "Who are you though?"

There was a man, coming in from one of the cave-like tunnels that the forested room was connected to. He was wearing skintight leather with metal plates, much like what Mara, Cupcake and Benny's outfits before they'd gotten shredded by combat.

He had short dark hair and a nasty, scarred face. Behind him, two extremely muscular... women? stood on each side of him, while a fourth, a girl about as thin as a twig brought up the rear, carrying bags and wearing chains that connected to her ankles, wrists and neck, all of which had heavy looking metallic restraints attached to them.

The scarred man grinned and raised a wicked looking knife. "I'm your worst nightmare, little girl," he said, letting his tongue out, a massive amount of saliva dripping as he ran his tongue over his knife. "I'm-"

"On second thought, I don't care," Mara said, grabbing the hobgoblin corpse nearest to her and then chucking it at the man.

He was caught by surprise and was knocked down as the corpse crashed into him.

The two women with him, his bodyguards apparently, quickly moved into action. They, too, were wearing skin tight leather armor, but their leather plates took the form of something Benny would wear, with bikini shaped plates that even had nipples drawn on them. 

One of them grabbed the hobgoblin corpse, tossing it away, while the other picked up the scarred man.

"What the fuck," the scarred man said, getting up. "I'm gonna-"

However, before he could speak, one of his guards had to block, a leather plate bound to the back of her hand blocking Cupcake's thrown knife- though notably, it was one of the ones that had become dull with overuse, and it would've hit him square in the chest.

It would've hurt, of course, but it wouldn't have gone through the metal plate.

"Oi, what's the big idea?" the muscular woman who blocked said. She had short cropped hair, and despite her notably strong jaw, she was definitely a woman, her pectoral muscles might've been just as massive as her biceps and thighs, but her tits were even larger.

The other muscular woman had a much more understated chest, but the shape of her hips gave away her sex.

"You can't complain if people attack you when you introduce yourself with a threat," Mara said, matter-of-factly.

"Uhm, guys, maybe we shouldn't be picking a fight?" Benny asked. "Can we talk this over?"

"You cunts attacked me, you fucking cunts attacked me, I'm gonna rip your heads off and shit down your throats you stupid bitches!" the scarred man screamed. "You're gonna learn to fear the name of Bron Dorr!" 

"This is very shortsighted, attacking other adventurers in the dungeon? You'll face serious repercussions."

"Three adventurers died in the dungeon," the scarred man said with a grin. "That's the story everyone's gonna know."

"Well then," Cupcake said.

"Now it's self defense," Mara said, grinning.

"Ugh... I would've really liked to avoid violence against other people..." he said. 

The two women raised their fists, and even their leader, Bron Dorr, raised his weapon, holding the wicked looking knife in a reverse grip.

Everyone got into position, weapons drawn.