Adventures of Tosaki (Futa/Female, TF, Inflation, Excessive Cum + More)

Story by Tosaku No Kishi

This is my OC character, Tosaki's, stories. They'll be connected, but mostly self-contained and will feature various TF in each story. The first is an introductory story, so I'd recommend reading that at least, but it's not necessary to enjoy the others as they slowly come out. The tags in the title are what will appear most often, any other tags will be mentioned in the spoiler for each story.

11736941173695 And just to give an idea of what she looks like, here's two fantastic pics done by the amazing Plebbles.

Rive was a small town, on the outskirts of the main kingdom, built as nothing more than a waypoint for travellers. That was the intent. It grew over the years into a hub of activity, purporting large businesses all its own, including a thriving merchants hall. Any travelling merchant would go there to try and make a name for themselves, but that’s a mistake. There would never be a time where backstabbing wasn’t prevalent. One foot in there, one hint that you sold something another merchant didn’t have, and you were a target for life. Or until you killed them.

Tosaki had made that mistake at other towns and cities. She leaned against a tree, stretching after her cursory investigations of the town, going over a mental list of her items, her prices and her marketing plan. All in order. She tugged at her half-length shirt, stretched around her prodigious bust, and undid her buttons. A slew of cleavage spilled into the open.

“Right,” she took a deep breath and flung her wares onto her back, then headed into the town. Noise greeted her, generated by sweaty people shouting to one another, or the horses trotting by on long-beaten roads. Pickpockets danced between them all, hands flashing and previous steals shimmering on their bodies. Most were young, no older than twelve. Their skinny arms and fingers made them ideal for this job.

Tosaki allowed herself a slight grin as she approached the thicket of stolen goods. They spotted her soon enough, and the goods she toted on her back, also the long, pointed ears that broke past her crimson hair. One noticed the smile on her lips, but wrote it off, probably as nothing more than a naïve target.

They swarmed her, eager to see if she had any good items for their grabby hands. Tosaki resumed her usual expression of indifference as she tracked them all. Her eyes darted between legs and people, ears raised and alert for their feet and breath, while she kept weaving through the traffic. One made a sly grab at her waist, where an ornate dagger swayed. Another went for the bundle on her back, and a third waited on the side, watching. Tosaki made a simple step and evaded both, then slipped from view of the third. Others went for her and earned scrapes and bruises for their efforts.

An older girl, fourteen she assumed, stepped in her way. Tosaki only then noticed the lack of people in the immediate area. Several stalls and houses formed alleyways, perfect spots for muggers. She didn’t stop. What was there to fear from a frail girl?

When she took one step, the space was filled with others girls. Some were adults, others still children, but all shared the brown rags made from potato sacks. Unlike the pickpockets, these were muggers, the scrappy ones who scratched and bit their way to victory, even if they got messed up in the process. And they would.

Tosaki shifted her weight from foot to foot, testing the dirt. It was firm from the foot traffic and calm weather for the last few days. The sun was to her back and forced the muggers to squint in her direction. Most had their eyes on her weapons. The older girls were cautious, wondering if she could use the daggers to either side of her broad hips. For once, they didn’t underestimate her. So many people believed she was inept, given her physique.

“Drop the shit and no one gets hurt,” the leader girl said. She had bright, blue eyes and dark hair, frazzled from mistreatment.

Tosaki exhaled and checked her earrings. The runes were in effect, as they would be for another few years so long as she didn’t have another lapse. A group of stray girls wouldn’t trigger one. She asserted her neutral mask, refusing to show any concern over the situation, and stepped forward.

They struck at that moment. Instinct, refined after years of going after stronger targets, demanded that they attack instead of retreat. Tosaki stepped past them all, swaying to their swipes or hopping over their legs. One had good reflexes and changed their angle as she moved. One moment, her fingers brushed the sack on Tosaki’s back, and the next she was flat on the ground. Another girl went for Tosaki, who grabbed her arm and bent it back until she heard a visceral pop. The girl went down clutching her dislocated shoulde

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