Amazon Dungeon Crawl

Rose sat on the barrel, swinging her stockinged legs and kicking her heels against it. She understood that the elders had finished deciding who was to go into the dungeon but... did it really have to be tonight? Why couldn't it have been the morning, when she was properly dressed for things and they didn't ruin her plans? Poor Anya, left hanging like that and caught in a compromising situation. Hopefully the elders had at least untied the girl.

The priestess started whistling, waiting for the four--she'd heard there'd be four others, including the shaman--to arrive. She really hoped there wouldn't be too many comments... reassuring as the weight of the handle in her hand was, she wasn't completely immune to embarrassment...

This was the single worst day in the history of humanity. Seriously, nothing had ever compared, or ever could be compared, to what had happened.

Seriously, the one day Anya finally worked up the courage to... investigate that particular, um... and... and then suddenly there was like a billion witnesses! Anya had no idea how she hadn't just died from the sheer horror. Getting untied was so humiliating... she could swear everyone was struggling not to laugh at her predicament while they told her what was to be done.

Dragging her hammer along dejectedly, the timid amazon was still a dark shade of red all over as she travelled to the cave entrance. At least she could hopefully forget it all for a while carrying out her task... that was Rose sitting there, wasn't it?

Memories of their recent exposed encounter, as well as Rose's current stage of dress, caused the silent girl's embarrassment to skyrocket once again, and she made a terrible effort of trying to pretend she hadn't noticed the princess, instead finding a bland cloud in the sky to scrutinise.

Now finished talking to her sister(discussing at length how fun fighting goblins was, then going on a brief tangent about combat theory and the practice of technique improvement, then mentioning how fun it was to hug kittens), she was ready to go and do fun stuff! Fun stuff being fighting all the monsters that were presumably in the dungeon that had opened. Because what else would be in a dungeon? She knew that a few others were going into the dungeon with her, and that was great! The more the merrier!

Assilindra smiled and rested her huge sword on one shoulder, the hair decorations she always seemed to wear bobbing slightly as she moved. The cliff face, and the other two girls who had been gathered to fight, were up ahead. The village priestess, dressed in an outfit Assilindra was unable to identify, and Anya. Well, that was nice, a healer and a fellow wielder of very large, dangerous weapons. She smiled as she approached. This was going to be great!

"HAI!" she said cheerfully, and rather loudly, "How is everyone? Are you ready? This is going to be fun. And also dark. Unless it's not because of torches... but then it's more fun because you can see."

Needless to say, the fourteen year old wild child caught quite a sight earlier. Her father had never taught her about the courting rituals of humans, and right now she was rather scared due to the fact it involved being painfully constricted by woven plant fibers. "Humans are scary, father..."

Still, she had to do her duty for the tribe that took her in. Setting off for the meeting of the elected group, the white haired girl quietly padded into the area and sat down on a stump to regard the others with interest. "They look very pretty though..."

Well, that was embarrassing.

It didn't matter how much of a hurry they were in to recruit her on their little expedition, they could've at least knocked first. Maybe then they wouldn't have barged in on her when she was in the middle of... Well, you know. At least they gave her the courtesy of standing outside whilst she cleaned herself up, but still.

And so the disgruntled, half-asleep and immensely frustrated (in more ways than one) Tira Misa, chief shaman of the amazon village, shambled towards the meeting place, and loudly sighed when she saw what the priestess was wearing.

"Hurm... Really?" she muttered, whilst trying to stifle a yawn. "Some people I'll never understand..."

Before Rose could reply to the overly cheerful girl with the sword, a wizened raisin of a female landed on her head, looking as knowledgeable and mystical as you would expect one of the oldest females in the village to look. It was this elderly lady that was tired of having her sleep interrupted and having to send the dungeon-dwelling creatures back into their hole and this person that had taken a perverse glee in chatting amicably with Anya as she was untied.

"Something at the bottom of the dungeon is making the monsters come out every night! I want you all to find out what it is," the crone said, pushing open the door with the staff in her hands... and rapidly shunting the five younger girls into the short pit beyond, strangely well lit by glowing moss and a bizarrely flaming rock, "If you're not back by morning, I'll send a search party!"

With that, she went to get some rest, leaving the five girls in a variety of awkward positions. Like Anya's head in Rose's cleavage.

Assilindra nearly opened her mouth, to discuss strategy and also to exclaim at how fun killing all those monsters would be, before being shunted into the pit before she could actually speak. She yelped, eyes shut, and she hit the ground fairly hard. Opening her eyes, she discovered that her viewpoint had shifted rather substantially. For one thing, she was completely upside-down. Her legs were in the air, and her rear rested up against the rocky wall of the pit.

She blinked several times, red eyes rather wide. Assilindra sat there for a moment.

"Um... that was kind of fun!"

Anya didn't greet anyone, too busy trying to be invisible. Not that she hated anyone. It was just... y'know, shy.

One voice in particular nearly made her pass out, though. The village elder arrived, and memories of their recent... meeting, were still fresh and traumatising. Because of this, she didn't notice the elder shoving them into the cave until she was sent tumbling inside with the others.

Hammer lying a few feet away, Anya groaned, wondering why the cave floor didn't feel rocky and more... leathery. Raising her head, Anya's eyes widened as she realised were she had landed.

With a strangled yelp, the glowing-red amazon girl scrambled away from Rose, her hands annoyingly accidentally (I swear) groping somewhere once or twice before switching location to the actual floor. She lay on the ground, shaking and trying not to pass out or suddenly lose blood from her nose.

Kirin too squeaked in surprise as she was dumped in the cave with the others. Instinctively twisting and landing with bent knees, the girl glanced around in the gloom of the cavern. Oddly enough, she felt something soft in her hand... It was warm and pliable. "Nyuh? They have rocks this soft?" She quietly inquired.

When she was first appointed chief shaman, Tira thought that maybe things were starting to look up for her. Maybe she'd start getting some respect, not that she deserved it, but it still would've been a nice thing.

...This was, of course, one of the many times since then she was proven wrong.

"Waaah! Wh-why did she d-do that?" she almost sobbed, before realising something was clamped tightly to her breasts. "And... And who's touching my chest!? I told you already I'm not into your weird games, Rose!" Looking up from the bottom of the pile, she noticed that it was not that pervy priestess with the weird fetish, but was in fact the young Kirin girl. "Th-they're not rocks! L-let go!" she whelped, tears beginning to stream down her cheeks. "Only... Only g-good l-l-little boys can... Can t-touch... Can t-t-touch my... Waaah!"

"Kirin, please don't do that to people again," Rose said, demeanour softening as the whip was thrust into her waistband and scurrying over to the distraught shaman, lifting her hands away, "Only do it if one of the girls asks you to. Unless you have another horn, I don't think Tira here would consider."

Fortunately, only her normally-silent partner would be able to pick up on the sexual jabs that were likely to go back and forth between the two magic-users. The priestess didn't understand why anyone would want a male... and it didn't appear that the shaman was any more supportive of Rose's fondness for ropes and whips. Ah well, at least she had a potential partner... unless Anya didn't want to try again... despite looking like she was enjoying herself...

Shaking her head to clear the memory, the BDSM priestess released Kirin's hands and stood up, gesturing to the two tunnels that presented themselves. One was darker but steeper, whilst the other appeared to be pretty much level, "Which do you think we should choose?"

Anya tried to block out Rose's words, lest they bombard her innocent with impure images. The impure images that were currently invading her head and practically dizzying the girl with heat. She managed to recover and reclaim her hammer as Rose asked where to go, and Anya's mis-matched eyes darted between the two paths. Which one held more monsters...?

Anya may be practically social suicide incarnate, but one couldn't deny she knew how to use a hammer. It helped that battle allowed her to momentarily forget her whole, cripplingly embarrassing life.

The amazon was too afraid of guessing wrong to offer a suggestion, however, and merely tried to make herself unnoticeable, averting her gaze from Rose.

Assilindra kicked her legs, and finally tipped forward and flopped onto her front with a faint "Oof". Drawing herself up into a sitting position and rubbing her forehead, Assilindra shifted her position until she was facing the others. Hmmm... so many of them looked distraught... now, why was that? Assilindra certainly couldn't figure it out. But whatever, there were monsters to kill! Shooting to her feet, Assilindra ran towards the tunnel fork.

"... Um... um... Deeper and darker! Monsters are always down there, like... a bunch of goblins, and a big freaky fiery demon thing with a whip! Totally!"

"Sorry." Kirin whispered as she shrank away from the others as soon as her hands were released. Though she was accepted in the village, she was a bit unsociable given the circumstances. "R-right. Kirin won't ever do that again... And Kirin only has father's horn. No other." Following the others a bit further in the rear, she shuddered as she heard the choice. "Even one. Not like down."

Tira blushed at Rose's words, before shooting her a look that would probably have killed the priestess if she had bothered to put any magic into it. But she wasn't worth it. She was just some stupid priestess with a messed up fetish, after all.

"It's... O-okay, I suppose..." she said, trying to avert her eyes from Kirin. "Um... Anyways, um... I think we should go down that way to begin with." She pointed towards the more even path. After all, there was more chance to encounter civilization down the lighter path, and with that came the added chance of encountering cute little boys~

"Sorry, 'Lindra, looks like we have to take the brighter path," Rose said, producing the whip once more from her belt and producing a wonderful crack as she pointed down the path, "Onwards!"

With that, the second worse fighter present--and likely only saved from being last by having an actual weapon on hand in case enemies got to close--started off down the brightly-lit corridor, wondering what the murmuring sound at the end was. It sounded rather like snoring, or maybe talking... were the monsters on their way up to try and get through the Elder's house again?

The brighter path seemed far less likely to yield any monsters to bash, which meant more time fretting over how much of the group were looking at her and wondering if what had happened earlier was true. Rumours had probably spread all over the village by now... oh god! She was going to have to live in this cave all alone if that were the case!

Whole body practically glowing bright enough to illuminate a room, Anya quickened her pace, heedless of the noises ahead. Hugging her weapon to herself, Anya merely wanted to escape the rumours and gossip of her group. Which they were clearly doing! Totally!

Assilindra frowned. There wasn't going to be any dangerous monsters down the bright path! Just... brightness! No goblins or big fiery demon things with whips. Unless it was a monster producing all this light, but that seemed unlikely. She pouted, folding her arms as she walked along. In her opinion, this was dull. At least, until she heard the murmuring. Where those... what was that noise?

"Are those monsters?" she asked, eagerly, trying to get ahead of everyone else. Goblins talked sometimes, and they were definitely monsters, and this didn't even really sound like talking. More like snoring, though it could possibly be talking, maybe.