New to the Adventurer's Guild

I spent my childhood in my family's farm. I had to work a lot from an early age. I love animals, but farming was tough, and waking up before the sunrise every day was not fun for a kid.

My dad was a hard worker but would barely pay attention to me, and mom was strict.

I had many siblings, they either bullied me or acted like I didn't exist, so I couldn't wait to emancipate. Unlike them, I had dreams and aspirations.

I am glad my ex-soldier uncle taught me sword fighting in my little free time, because now I am signing up as an adventurer in the city ​​guild.

People in the bar told me it's great money if you know how to fight, and this guild is famous for their healers, and a strict no-death policy, which warrants the most safety out of any guild in the empire.

The place is huge, in the city but far away from any other building. I come in, and there's a big, cozy lounge area with a check-in at the end.

I walk there, checking all sorts of people, from dwarves to ogres, all of them either stronger or bigger than me.

There's also a lot of beautiful women, I've always had a weakness for well built women, like that widowed neighbor that worked her field like a beast, always ended up sweaty, and would give me fruit before going home alone.

Anyways, a ripped orc with beautiful, dark, long braided hair and a big bust covered in leather is chatting with an even taller human woman. She's got olive skin, brown, short hair with some naturally spiky locks. She has a cute face, although serious, and the rest of her muscular body is kind of scary.

As I pass them, she stares at me with her green eyes, smirking with what seems like superiority. I blush and move faster.

The receptionist is a cute blonde with glasses. Her long ears tell me she's an elf, and her bright, blue eyes are captivating. Like all elves, she has a slim figure, with small-sized breasts that are pulled up by her cute, light green dress.

"Hi, handsome! Do you want to place an order for our adventurers?"

"Uh, no. I'd like to work here..."

"Oh," she checks me up and down and starts talking a well prepared speech "okay! Anyone can apply, but you'll have to pass a test, and there's a trial period, with tutors. Your pay would be lower and, at the end, the boss would choose if you've passed and become a full-fledged adventurer or not. Is this okay?"

She looks at me with a polite smile, waiting for my answer.

"Sure, miss..."

"Alyssa. Anything you need, you come to me, okay, cutie?"

I blush again and nod. She gives me the paperwork and I write and sign, giving it back, more nervous than I expected.

It doesn't help that I feel something pushing me hard from behind. I look back and there's those two ladies that checked on me before. The orc has her arm around my shoulders, the strong smell of her armpit and cleavage suffocates me, but she's holding me tight. I feel my penis twitching from the feeling of submissiveness, hoping they don't notice.

"Well, well, well. We have a brand new toy to play!" says the orc girl with a very deep and sensual voice.

The human giantess doesn't seem as thrilled, and she scoffs at you.

"What makes you think it was a good idea? Have you checked yourself in the mirror? Have you seen us?" she flexes her strong bicep in front of your face "You don't know where you're getting into, pup."

"Calm down, Mika. You haven't seen the boy fight yet. Look at Pyros," she points at a thin blond man having a drink with burlier people "he's scrawny but a great fighter. Also, Boss won't put him in any danger, if he's not made for it she'll sack him. She's a smart tiefling, she'll want to... try him first."

The orc winks at you and frees you from the chokehold.

"Whatever, I'm not wasting anymore time with this whelp."

She walks away, I can't help but stare at her big, strong glutes that reach my stomach level moving side to side. The orc notices and cackles.

"I'm Naz, by the way." She offers her big hand, which I shake. Hers is double my size and very warm. She pulls me towards her and whispers in my ear, tickling me: "If you need advice, come to me, but be ready for my reward."

She smirks and follows her friend up some stairs at the side of the common room. Alyssa the elf was watching all along, trying not to laugh.

"Do you want me to ask someone to guide you through the place? You can always follow Naz and ask her." She chuckles.

I hesitate internally, but request her to find someone else. She points to the group with Pyros, and advises me to talk to a curly redhead girl with a classic witch hat and attire called Hannah.

"She's the sweetest, you can relax from the tension those bullies put you through."

She sticks out her pink tongue and laughs as I walk towards the group. When they notice, they all stare at me, some with smiles. At least they seem nicer than the aggressive duo.

I introduce myself and ask for help, looking mostly at Hannah, trying to hint my intentions.

"Sure, honey. Come with me."

The witch kisses Pyros before leaving, and he caresses her lower back before letting her go.

Hannah has spent the last twenty minutes giving me a quick tour of the place. First, we surrounded the building. The left side has the stables, and to the right there's a smithy. Behind the big building, there's a fence surrounding the bath area. I become flustered learning that the latter is mixed. I can't help but imagine water running through Mika's or Naz' breasts and abs, gathering at their beautiful pussy lips.

Inside to the left, the healing area, to the right, the kitchen and diner. She takes me upstairs and shows me where the bedrooms are.

Although unnecessary, she keeps telling me about the owners of each room. When we reach Naz's and Mika's, which are next to each other, I can't help but ask Hannah about them.

"Oh, you're one of those, huh?" far from judgy, she seems excited "Well, Naz is an open book, so I don't know what to tell you that you won't learn in a couple of days. Mikaises, though..."

She hits her chin with her finger, thinking.

"W-what about her?"

She smiles wildly and gets closer to me, making me take a step back.

"I don't know, why don't you ask her?"

She opens the door behind me and makes me fall inside the room, closing it behind me with a big grin.

As soon as the door is closed, the sunlight coming from the windows at my back forms a big shadow over me.

I look up and a naked, deep-red Mika is staring down at me.

Her breasts are bigger than they looked pressed under her leather vest. They're one tone lighter than her tanned face, and her brown areolas are big, surrounding pointy nipples.

"WHAT THE HELL DO YOU THINK YOU'RE DOING!"

She grabs me double-handedly by the neck, choking me as she pulls me up.

I try to excuse myself, to tell her it's not my fault, but the grip on my throat won't let me speak.

She picks me up in the air with one hand, while opening the door with the other, and throws me outside.

The fall hurts, and I look up, trying to make her understand, but what I see makes me unable to.

A huge, half hard cock is dangling between her thighs. It's uncircumcised, but the semi-erection shows half of her pink head. The neat bush over her base looks like the crown of a thick tree.

Her packed ball sack jumps when she slams the door shut in my face. I will never forget this image, her beautiful face, glorious tits, ripped body and immense dick. Is she a goddess? I have heard of other races being intersex, but I didn't know about humans.

When I recover from the shock, I rush down to the reception. The area is less crowded, it seems it's time for dinner. Thankfully, Alyssa is still gathering some papers. I explain Hannah's stunt, trying to hold my anger since it isn't the elf's fault. She looks stunned through the explanation, but when I finish and catch my breath, she explodes in laughter.

"How is that funny? This is not a prank, I saw someone else naked and she probably hates me now!" I argue.

"Sorry... Sorry!" She has a last laugh right on my face "Oh my god, I love that little hag."

She wipes her tears as I just stare at her, unable to understand how this isn't an issue. She notices and smiles.

"Have you never heard of hazing? Newbies HAVE to be pranked, I'm sure Mika understands..."

And she didn't. I got pointed towards the dining room, where everyone is loudly chatting, laughing and singing. Beers are moving around quickly, and groups are formed, although everyone seems to know and like everyone.

Everyone minus Mika, who is shooting daggers at me with her eyes from afar. Naz is also looking at me, holding her laugh, prompting elbows to the side from her friend.

Hannah, who is sitting with her group and nestling with Pyros, calls me and waves her hands. I throw her a hurt look and sit at the last bench, but I have to go get my food.

It smells incredible, and I go grab a tray when someone trips me.

It's Mika's long, muscular leg in the way. She doesn't even look back, unlike most of the diners, who are staring, some laughing, some worried. I get back quickly and grab a tray.

The cook comes out of the kitchen, it's a middle aged holstaur, or cowgirl, thick, bone colored horns pointing up, a mix of blonde and brunette, mid-lenghted hair and big brown eyes that convey warmth and safety.

She towers over the food counter, with her impressive cleavage wondering over the nice stew humidifying her tits, which are as big as her head. She shows me her pearl-white smile.

"Are you okay, dear?" Her voice is way sweeter than I thought possible with that huge body.

"Yeah, thanks. This smells so good!"

"Of course it does! Don't let me catch you badmouthing Bonnie's cooking, or I'll have to spank your butt, young man."

I gulp and offer my trail. She fills it with soup, bread, delicious roasted chicken and peas.

"Come back when you're finished for dessert, sweetie."

Finish? I guess she's used to feed these massive warriors, but I doubt I'd clean the plate, as tasty as everything looks. She turns around, her ample hips make my mouth water.

"What are you looking at, pervert?" Mika presses me against the counter to seize some more chicken.

Her breasts push against the back of my head, and her bulge caresses my butt cheeks as she grabs more and more food. My own penis is pressed against the iron bars that support the trails.

She crouches and whispers: "Next time you creep on me, I'll make you clean Naz's body after training... with your tongue."

She gives me a hip thrust, which makes me yelp in pain from the metal hitting my genitals, and walks back to her seat. Naz is looking at me, as if she heard Mika's threats.

Pyros leaves his clean trail next to me. He looks at me and says: "Amazons are something else, right?"

"Amazons?"

"Amazonians, warrior women from the east? Girls with cocks? Have you lived in a cave all your life?"

"A farm..."

"Oh... Same thing. I'm Pyros, by the way. -He shakes my hand- Hannah told me what she did. It was too far, even for hazing. Mika is scary, only Naz can keep up with her nagging. Come!"

I follow him to his bench. Hannah is smirking, a dwarf with a long beard and a helmet is talking to a blonde priest girl.

From what they tell me, they usually form a group, since there's Dozmid the warrior, Pyros the assassin and thief, Hannah the mage and Olivia the healer. They make a great team, and the boss, Arameia, has them in high esteem.

"You should go meet her after dinner. She will love a cute boy like you, just be polite and do ANYTHING she says." Olivia affirms.

They are very nice, even Hannah, who is charming but mischievous, as I have been able to see firsthand. Pyros and her make a cute couple, she is soother when he is paying attention.

I fill myself with peas and chicken, but Bonnie force-feeds me a huge piece of pumpkin pie. She puts special emphasis on how good her heavy cream is, and I will not be asking where it comes from.

A goblin girl comes by to tell me that the boss is waiting in her office, and how to get there. Bonnie struggles to let me go, saying she loves how my cute cheeks blush so easily but, with the help of Pyros, I manage to get out of the diner.

The double doors have a plate that states "Arameia". From outside, I can smell a weird scent, like turmeric mixed with flowers. I knock and a rugged voice answers "come in". I slowly open the door and the aroma only grows stronger.

The room is dark, with only one candle in the middle of the room. Feline orange eyes are staring at me from behind the desk, it's like they blow hot air towards me. A shadow moves forward and puts a finger over the flame, and it intensifies so much the whole room lights up.

A red-skinned woman with broad shoulders is accompanying those orange eyes. Her messy, brunette hair has red dyes and falls to her right shoulder. Her horns are slimmer than Bonnie's, darker and rougher, pointing ahead instead of upwards. One of them is broken, and she has a scar running her left eye, it makes her imposing figure even scarier.

Her skin looks very smooth, though, despite her mature looks. She has a flat nose, thick lips and dresses like a warrior, although I heard she retired long ago. Demons tend to live way longer than humans, so who knows her age nor what that means for her race.

I feel like she's waiting for me to say something, so I gather courage and say: "Good night, miss Arameia. You called me, right?"

She spends long seconds staring, until she licks her lips with a very long tongue and answers: "No miss. I am Boss, or Arameia, if you ever reach diamond rank, which... -she checks me out- I doubt."

"Sorry, m- BOSS!"

She blows out the candle and I can't see anything. The door opens and she's walking outside. I follow her, remembering that I have to cause a good impression. She has one head over me, heats up the air that later hits my face. It smells so exotic, and her booty is so big and tight...

She walks outside, the breeze is colder than on the farm. She goes to the smithy, which is empty but open, and commands me to take whatever weapon I prefer. I grab a sword which resembles mine and she picks up a small shield.

"Try to kill me." she says as she tenses her body.

Instead of making a stupid question, I prepare myself and swing my sword. She's fast. Faster than my uncle, for sure, and, for that size, that's impressive. I manage to hit the shield a couple times, but I'm getting breathless, whereas she is just scoffing at every swing of mine.

"Dammit!" I shout.

"Pathetic." she knocks me down with her long tail and makes me fall, hitting the sword away with her shield and stepping on my chest with her very warm, black boot.

"What made you think you could become an adventurer?" she laughs and spits on my face. Even her saliva is warm.

I get enraged, kick her other shin and punch her face as she falls on me, then roll over and stand up. The sword is behind her, so I'm screwed. Surprised, she drops the shield, then walks towards me.

I'm unsure on what to do, but I put my fists up. She towers over me and, I guess, expects me to throw the first punch. I do, but she grabs my fist halfway, then keeps staring down at me. I struggle with my arm and punch her uncovered gut. Her abs hurt me more than I hurt her.

She drops my hand and nods: "I like your resilience. Maybe you'll learn something here. If you don't, you can always help Bonnie in the kitchen, she tends to sweat a lot in there and a human rug sounds funny... You can go to sleep, catch any bedroom with an open door, and it's yours. I would check on neighboring snores if I were you, Naz is especially loud."

I bow down a bit as a sign of respect and thank her. As I am turning around, she rolls her tail on my wrist, pulls me back and punches the fuck out of my stomach.

As I writhe in pain on the ground, drooling and out of air, I see her put the weapons back and walk inside.

I wake up in my bed. It's a way better sleep than the farm, but my stomach still hurts. I don't know how long I was lying on the ground, but I managed to crawl to my new room. It's spacious enough and tidy, I appreciate having a room for myself finally. Even the cheap inn rooms were shared.

The diner is half full. Hannah's group isn't there, but Naz is waving at me. Since Mika isn't around, I wave back and sit, after getting breakfast from Bonnie. A big glass of milk, fruit, a wink and a very aromatic, freshly made bun.

"I heard Boss approved you. Impressive for a pup like you."

I tell her what happened last night, and she obviously laughs at me.

"Damn, a punch in the gut from a diamond adventurer. She held back, or your liver would be lounging in the grass!" She laughs again.

She holds my head with her arm, like last time. She smells rougher, but I take a good whiff and my cock stands up inside my underwear.

While she knuckles my hair, congratulating me for passing the first test, Mika sits in front of me.

"Great, another waste of time. And a pervert, too."

"Oh, come on! You know Hannah pushed him in. She confessed after dinner." the orc reprimands her friend. "Did you like what you saw, at least?" The table vibrates. Naz shouts, holding her shin. "That hurt, you amazonian bully!"

Mika is actually red and looking down at her bun. I apologize again and tell her that I did, in fact, like what I saw. She jumps at the comment, and Naz bursts out laughing.

"What the fuck did you say?" her eyes pierce mine.

Now it's my turn to look down, what I thought was a compliment turned out to offend her.

Mika chugged her bun with the milk, threw a silver coin at Naz, took two more pastries from the counter and left angrily.

"What was that about?" I asked.

Oh, we had a little bet about your test. News flash, puppy. She likes you... Don't mind her attitude, she's such a tsundere." Naz smirks.

"A what?"

"Oh, gods..."

My first mission went well, they got Pyros to be my tutor, and I killed some wild beasts that were attacking farmers on the outskirts of the city.

His tips improved my swordsmanship a lot and, after an earned, warm shower and a nap, I thank him with some beers, on my first salary. Of course, Hannah self-invites and makes me pay for her drinks too. I kind of dislike her.

Everyone around is drinking alongside us, it does feel like family. Naz gets me in yet another musky headlock, and Mika side-eyes me, but Naz elbows her while I am at her mercy and the amazon awkwardly ruffles my hair: "Good job, newbie."

I blush and thank her, she leaves quickly, moving those ample butt cheeks I'm growing to love spectating.

"She really likes you." Naz smiles. I'm hoping she'll finally let me go, but she lifts me up and walks out the diner with me on her shoulder. A bunch of laughs and a whistle, and she's carrying me upstairs.

"Where are we going?" I give up struggling and play with her thick orcish braids.

"To celebrate, pup!" she says as she repositions me on her muscular shoulder.

"I- I thought we were celebrating." I state. She earnestly laughs.

"Oh, boy. It's gonna be good!" she opens a room and throws me on the bed. Just from the feral smell, I know it's hers.

"N-Naz. I don't..." she shushes me with her index finger on my lips. She pushes it inside, circling it around my tongue. I can't help but get hard. This time she notices.

"Oh, little buddy down there is saluting the troops!" her breastplate falls loudly on the floor. Her tits are tightly pressed against her torso, but are big and engorged, with wide, dark pink areolas that contrast beautifully with her shiny, green skin.

I look at her excited face, and grab them both with my hands. They do look tiny, seizing these thick masses of green meat.

It's the second time I touch boobs, the widower let me play with her jugs before I left for the city. They were big and soggy, a delicious treat but, sadly, she said I should save my first for my true love. I'm not sure if my true love is this sweaty, bulky orc who looks at me like I'm another beer to chug, but damn me if I'm not taking this opportunity.