Bandits' camp (commission) (Patreon)

> If she were small, she liked to think she would have more sense than these bandits. Were she small, her days would be spent in a quaint home near to the centre of some dreary town where she’d work a stall or perhaps own her own tavern. She’d learn the arts, how to sing or dance or sew, how to spin beautiful pots or sculpt clay instead. Her lover would be passionate and devoted and caring and they’d enjoy each other tremendously. When they would lay together, he would ask her to do what she wished.
  Yes, if she were small, life would be so boring: She thanked the heavens she was big.
The three bandits held in her palm were pleading for their freedom.
  One was on his knees, emptying his bag of three coins as though she had any use for them: She cared not for such trinkets or gold as, for someone of her stature, they were a hair’s breadth from being worthless. What could she purchase with them? Half a mouthful of food? Perhaps enough cloth to cover her snout? Nonetheless, she gave him an encouraging nod and told him and his cronies to continue. The other two bandits joined in at the command without reserve, quite desperate to survive the encounter.
  Soon enough, a pile of coins up to their knees lay on her palm as well. She ran a finger, dainty and thin for her size, yet longer and stronger than any of the three bandits, through the pile to examine her bounty. The coins were stolen, of course. No doubt they had been taken at the end of a blade or under threat of being pierced by an arrow. What was she to do with the prize then but repurpose it for her own, morally-righteous betterment?
  “That’s almost enough,” she mused, “but I think you need to offer up more still if you think coin is all it will take to save yourselves.”
“That is all we have to our names,” insisted the finest-dressed bandit, a mouse that still wore his bandana. “We have given everything we have save for our weapons and the clothes on our backs.”
To her credit, she only considered taking the latter from them briefly before a more rewarding idea came to her. She ducked into her tent, bandits in her grasp. With her free hand, she removed her boots and her socks one after the other, advancing towards where her toe-high companions awaited her. They flinched at her last step, her paw-pads having come frighteningly close to where they sat, before she knelt down and unceremoniously flicked the pile of gold onto the cloth before them.
  “A donation to our cause,” she explained. “And our new friends here shall be staying the evening as well.” Her words oozed with playful menace. Her smile advertised ill-intent and her eyelids slid down to a mischievous expression.
Shifting a pace back, she dropped the bandits onto the cloth and rose back up to her towering, towering height. The trio at her paws then entertained some moments orienting themselves, taking in the colossal mercenary looming before them, the physique of a titan accentuated with an alluring visage. Between the leather armour and beneath the many daggers stitched into the belts about her waist and her thigh, they saw her as though for the first time, intoxicating and bountiful, wielding strength inconceivable and lustful.
She laughed a wicked, girlish laugh.
One of the bandits had broken rank while the other two were enamoured with her. The bold dash took him towards the nearest edge of the tent, towards promise of sanctuary and escape, but she had no intention of losing a third of her reward so easily. Without any haste, she undressed herself. The knots of her leathers were undone. The cloth beneath was pulled to the wayside and discarded. By the time she was standing in naught but her daggers and vambraces, the bandit was perhaps only another ten seconds from salvation.
She reached down, plucked him up as though he were a coin on the side of the road, and set him down at her paws.
“Nice try. Just for that though, you’re getting my full ‘attention.’”
She smiled more. Her teeth shined between her lips. She turned about and presented her rear to them all and only briefly gave it a pinch before she dropped down tonnes of plush, panda-wolf bottom atop him and absolutely smothered him into the cloth. He vanished with barely a cry, pinned beneath the weight of her right butt cheek.
“Ahh, yes. Right where he belongs,” she said with a slight wiggle. “Now as for you two.”
She reached out and grabbed the remaining bandits in each hand, drunk on the power and the fear they each bore at having watched their friend enveloped by her.
“I’ve got some needs to attend to. Let’s keep things fair and take turns.”
She raised her right thigh, briefly relieving the intense pressure on the bandit beneath her, and set the second bandit down only a paw’s distance away from where the first was pinned, positioned to be beneath her when she then lowered the same thigh down on top of him as well! The third bandit, seeing this, began to tremor as she then brought up her other leg and angled herself away from where her companions sat transfixed.
This time, the motion shifted her weight onto the bandits trapped beneath her. Overwhelmed as they were in pinkish fur, it was all they could do to breathe in the compacted space afforded to them. Their every limb was being squeezed by her tush.
She brought her leg up higher still and brought her final plaything down to where she intended for him.
“Promise to squirm for me? It would be a shame if I had to substitute you for one of your friends early if they prove to be livelier.”
Having presented herself to him, she pressed him delicately forwards. Her tail flicked happily on the cloth behind her as she used her fingers to guide him in until her lips kissed him from head to toe.
“There we go. I knew you’d be a squirmer.”
She bit her lip and began.
(commission)