The Great Heist
A fragrant, sweet smell dances seductively through the air, into the orifice of a forest dwarf, who lies dreaming upon the canopy's branches. She awakes. She sits up, eyes darting every which way with longing intent, searching for the source of the smell, until she spots an open window below. After climbing down, she leaps onto the sill and crawls through the window and is met face to face by a giant woman.
The dwarf’s eyes went wide. Her blood ran cold. “The difference between us is clear,” she thought. The woman before her was beast-folk—lynx. Towering. Thin. Piercing blue eyes pinned her in place. A pale coat, almost white as death, caught the sunlight and seemed to glow. She looked almost ethereal. Sublime. The lynx jerked back and forth with restless intent. The dwarf winced at each movement, unable to look away. Ruby earrings hung from her ears, swinging in slow arcs just below her neck—flashing like blood caught in snow. “I’m no bigger than her paw,” she thought. The dwarf knew her dark skin and hair would offer no camouflage in the sun’s bright light. Her leaf bandeau bikini offered little protection against the beast’s scythe-like claws. Running was out of the question, as her stout voluptuous body wouldn't take her far. Her eyes darted back to its face. The lynx was preoccupied, scrubbing intensely with a sponge in one hand and a dish in the other. It was now clear that she had stumbled into a kitchen of sorts. Finally, the dwarf could be at ease, but her mission was not over. She scanned the room looking for the source she now risked her life for, until she looked upon an adjacent countertop. Her eyes swelled with excitement as she saw it. An entire tray of chocolate chip cookies, but no way over there. That's when an idea struck. Living among the trees, one best knows how to swing, and although she might not look like it, she was quite good at swinging. That, however, was better said than done as there was nothing to swing from, or was there? She looked around carefully and noticed two small cotton ball-like lumps snuggled against the lynx's feathers. " A Futa..... Well, it looks like I have no choice." She jumped from the window past the lynx's face, through her bosom and right onto her balls yanking them downward then in an arch up past her tail while using the momentum to launch herself to the counter. It all happened so fast, the lynx had no time to process what had just happened. One second, she saw a shadow fly by. The next, she felt a wave of nausea and dizziness as if her very soul was separated from her body. Then, with a thwack, her balls swung back, crashing into the sink. Her eyes teared up, cheeks puffed, then a deep hiss followed into a whimpering meow as she fell to her knees, fondling her now drooping testes. The dwarf, feeling the impact, looked back and was a fan of her work. "Just seeing a beast such as that fondling their jewels — and I don't mean the ones on their ears, although they both probably hang the same now," she tried to stifle her laughter. If she were laughing and gloating as she wanted, she'd surely be caught and tortured.
Finally, she was able to get what she came for. The chocolate flowed as the soft dough blessed her lips with each bite, devouring every last one while the lynx recovered. "That hit the spot like no other! Now all I have to do is get out without alerting the poor kitty. And it looks like my rides here". The lynx rose, her cotton balls now hanging down past her knees. She grabbed the spray arm from the sink and started looking around franticly while softly meowing, searching. The dwarf wasted no time. She ran and jumped directly on the lynx's damaged nuts, plunging them onto the floor. Her huge, dense-fat ebony dwarf butt crushed the small white balls against the floor like an Oreo and the Futa balls squished as thin as the cream between each cookie. The nuts slingshot up past the lynx's bust and up onto her face. The beast's eyes went cold and foggy as consciousness started to slip due to such an onslaught of pain, but before she could faint, she saw the source of all her misery. The dwarf. She sprayed the dwarf using the spray arm. The dwarf used the opportunity to ride the wave out of the window. "With balls as small as those, is it really worth getting that worked up?" she taunted in a high-pitched voice as she flew towards the branches. The Futa fell back as she fainted, limp and spread eagle. Her balls soon joined with a meaty thump that her fur could not contain. She laid there, motionless in pure agony. And underneath all that white fur, her testicles glowed redder than her earrings and now hung twice as low. The dwarf laughed at her victory and thought about the stories she'd tell, but as she landed upon the branches, she could not catch her footing. The water she used to secure her safety, was now going to be her downfall. She slipped, and her crotch slammed into the branches and her leaf thong added no protection as it was obliterated on impact, her "lips" split. The branch cracked and swayed, leaves fell, birds flew. The proud "cunning" dwarf who was so boastful earlier let out a shrill squeak as her eyes went wide, tearing and body went stiff. Her puffed-up cheeks could no longer contain what the shock sent through her. She puked up all the cookies she worked so hard to steal. "Perhaps this story isn't worth telling," she thought, "or at least I should leave this part out." She lied there on her back, looking up at the sky through the trees, back where she started, stomach empty. In the end, nothing was gained, but some memories, both pleasant and unpleasant.
The dwarf’s eyes went wide. Her blood ran cold. “The difference between us is clear,” she thought. The woman before her was beast-folk—lynx. Towering. Thin. Piercing blue eyes pinned her in place. A pale coat, almost white as death, caught the sunlight and seemed to glow. She looked almost ethereal. Sublime. The lynx jerked back and forth with restless intent. The dwarf winced at each movement, unable to look away. Ruby earrings hung from her ears, swinging in slow arcs just below her neck—flashing like blood caught in snow. “I’m no bigger than her paw,” she thought. The dwarf knew her dark skin and hair would offer no camouflage in the sun’s bright light. Her leaf bandeau bikini offered little protection against the beast’s scythe-like claws. Running was out of the question, as her stout voluptuous body wouldn't take her far. Her eyes darted back to its face. The lynx was preoccupied, scrubbing intensely with a sponge in one hand and a dish in the other. It was now clear that she had stumbled into a kitchen of sorts. Finally, the dwarf could be at ease, but her mission was not over. She scanned the room looking for the source she now risked her life for, until she looked upon an adjacent countertop. Her eyes swelled with excitement as she saw it. An entire tray of chocolate chip cookies, but no way over there. That's when an idea struck. Living among the trees, one best knows how to swing, and although she might not look like it, she was quite good at swinging. That, however, was better said than done as there was nothing to swing from, or was there? She looked around carefully and noticed two small cotton ball-like lumps snuggled against the lynx's feathers. " A Futa..... Well, it looks like I have no choice." She jumped from the window past the lynx's face, through her bosom and right onto her balls yanking them downward then in an arch up past her tail while using the momentum to launch herself to the counter. It all happened so fast, the lynx had no time to process what had just happened. One second, she saw a shadow fly by. The next, she felt a wave of nausea and dizziness as if her very soul was separated from her body. Then, with a thwack, her balls swung back, crashing into the sink. Her eyes teared up, cheeks puffed, then a deep hiss followed into a whimpering meow as she fell to her knees, fondling her now drooping testes. The dwarf, feeling the impact, looked back and was a fan of her work. "Just seeing a beast such as that fondling their jewels — and I don't mean the ones on their ears, although they both probably hang the same now," she tried to stifle her laughter. If she were laughing and gloating as she wanted, she'd surely be caught and tortured.
Finally, she was able to get what she came for. The chocolate flowed as the soft dough blessed her lips with each bite, devouring every last one while the lynx recovered. "That hit the spot like no other! Now all I have to do is get out without alerting the poor kitty. And it looks like my rides here". The lynx rose, her cotton balls now hanging down past her knees. She grabbed the spray arm from the sink and started looking around franticly while softly meowing, searching. The dwarf wasted no time. She ran and jumped directly on the lynx's damaged nuts, plunging them onto the floor. Her huge, dense-fat ebony dwarf butt crushed the small white balls against the floor like an Oreo and the Futa balls squished as thin as the cream between each cookie. The nuts slingshot up past the lynx's bust and up onto her face. The beast's eyes went cold and foggy as consciousness started to slip due to such an onslaught of pain, but before she could faint, she saw the source of all her misery. The dwarf. She sprayed the dwarf using the spray arm. The dwarf used the opportunity to ride the wave out of the window. "With balls as small as those, is it really worth getting that worked up?" she taunted in a high-pitched voice as she flew towards the branches. The Futa fell back as she fainted, limp and spread eagle. Her balls soon joined with a meaty thump that her fur could not contain. She laid there, motionless in pure agony. And underneath all that white fur, her testicles glowed redder than her earrings and now hung twice as low. The dwarf laughed at her victory and thought about the stories she'd tell, but as she landed upon the branches, she could not catch her footing. The water she used to secure her safety, was now going to be her downfall. She slipped, and her crotch slammed into the branches and her leaf thong added no protection as it was obliterated on impact, her "lips" split. The branch cracked and swayed, leaves fell, birds flew. The proud "cunning" dwarf who was so boastful earlier let out a shrill squeak as her eyes went wide, tearing and body went stiff. Her puffed-up cheeks could no longer contain what the shock sent through her. She puked up all the cookies she worked so hard to steal. "Perhaps this story isn't worth telling," she thought, "or at least I should leave this part out." She lied there on her back, looking up at the sky through the trees, back where she started, stomach empty. In the end, nothing was gained, but some memories, both pleasant and unpleasant.
