Sheep

To be greeted by an eager woman, only hours after facing tremendously deadly situations, was indefinitely soothing. Gustav almost forgot that he could have potentially been captured, and harvested for body parts!

Such a degree of pleasure described just how nicely his night went, mostly since Arila wanted to have fun. Size did not intimidate her whatsoever, and she dominated to the point where the other felt like a victim, at least for a little while!

Last night spiked up such an adrenaline rush, that he felt like a torn bag of wheat in the morning.

It was odd to feel so tired, especially since he slept for twelve whole hours, which should have been enough to help him relax!

He ran through a few thoughts in the meantime, just to figure out why he was so drowsy. The following discovery felt nauseating, and scary at the same time.

"No wonder my wang hurts, I felt it last night too; Shouldn't have ignored it that much." Gustav grunted.

He also noticed that the pain had travelled all the way up to his belly, and some portions lightly throbbed as well.

He felt excessively bloated, which only hinted towards the worse. Some fresh traumas were sure to summon a wave of anxiety.

"Not again... If those cancer things come back, I'll get fucked more than that rhino last night. No one can heal me here!" He couldn't help worrying.

Since the risk factors seemed high, Gustav had to take that particular fear, and re-sculpt it to find some motivation from it. Inevitably, he linked a few hasty ideas to that beacon which he had to build.

It was complex, but he had to do it and therefore stood up, as this new problem was aggressively against relaxation.

Out of a sudden though he suddenly met with a powerful glare, which came from an equally strong woman. Tunada the blacksmith was in the room, and her edged eyebrows already signified what the issue was.

Eager to get a move on, she said. "It smells like someone died in here! Can you bother to clean this room up?"

Gustav acknowledged that complaint, but he wasn't refreshed enough to be embarrassed by it. 

Quite the opposite, he tried to communicate. "Sorry about that, things got out of hand last night."

As her glare softened up by a hunch, Tunada added. "I could hear that, and I can see it now too. You've almost turned this place into a pool, your little friend should have stayed the night to clean things up! It's not like half the village didn't hear her already."

Gustav wasn't ready to answer, which gave his good host enough time to demand. "Please clean everything up, I'm not touching someone else's droppings and drools. After that, put some clothes on you moron!"

Once the other left, he didn't really neglect those requests. He was in a rush already, and gradually grew more fearful as some waves of pain kicked in.

At that pace, Gustav ended up cleaning the whole room in just about twenty minutes! Although that didn't sound fast, it's worth mentioning that two whole buckets were filled with creamy discharge, which technically should've dried out overnight!

With that considered, the blacksmith lady had been right to complain, so it was important to tend her requests. 

He got ready and went out to meet the lady afterwards, just to check on her progress with the project. Once he stepped on to the forge which was scattered across the yard, he chirped out a joyful shriek.

"Wow... you really did it! You made a huge ass triangle!" Gustav celebrated.

"Huge? It's just three foot tall, and the hardest part was to smelt a metal this thin. Ten of them had bent down already, it wasted my metal." Tunada shamelessly revealed.

Regardless of how pessimistic those comments sounded, he remained happy. This black-coloured casing was merely the first step of creating the signal beacon, and it inevitably meant that he could carry on with the second step now.

Anyway, it was important to thank the lady who made it happen, so he assured. "I'll pay you back for all that metal you have to throw away, how does fifty more ores sound?"

"Hmm... alright, it would help even things out. I have to split the loot with our neighbor there, he helped." Tunada agreed, and stretched out a little smile although she was devastatingly tired.

Gustav didn't care about those expressed details, and wanted to get things over with quickly. He wanted to hand out at least a portion of the payment, but noticed that all the hematite ores that he brought along, were spent last night on this project.

It was fair at least, as that odd structure was very demanding in resources. However, this also meant that he couldn't pay Tunada at all right now, which was stressful.

"Erg... let me wake my friends up, and you should have the ores in a couple of hours." Gustav said. 

"Have fun with that, I'm going to sleep." She answered, and was seemingly agitated regarding the pay.

She could have reacted a lot more violently, of course, but the hospitality across this village was unreal. Tolerance towards payment was rare universally, after all.

Gustav didn't let that good gesture go in vain, he immediately waddled towards that round escape-pod where the demons had slept.

They were mostly awake, and the warm climate here ensured a good night's rest. Tunada likely interrupted them earlier on since she had taken all those ores for smelting, but these crawlers were still refreshed and ready to go.

"Papa?" One of them said, and the others swiftly repeated that name in excitement.

Gustav felt unexplainably happy to be greeted by them, but felt guilty at the same time. They were supposed to find a couple hundred ores soon, which was a demanding task regardless of their speed and agility, it was too much to ask for!

All that guilt faded away however, once he started exploring some staggering details. "You little fuckers grew up overnight, huh? Or are you getting chubby?"

"Sheep, sheep!" They repeated with a high-pitched tone.

"Oh..." The good man sighed, as his smile disappeared.

One of these demons suddenly burped out a black chunk, which looked like a sheep's foot, a trotter.

It landed on Gustav's face, and he could only respond. "Hope someone doesn't try to kill us for this, because it would be my fault for not feeding y'all. I wonder how many ores I have to give for this sheep..."

Anyway, they were ready to carry on with the task after that point. Their demonic claws itched for dirt and stone, while the extra fat they put on would help dig out more raw loot.

There weren't many hills out here where one could dig minerals out of, but once the goal was worded out, the rest of the group beamed towards a random direction.

It seemed like they had a scent for metal, which was an efficient tool if not more. Gustav tried his best to keep up, but he got more sore by the moment and his asshole cramped up too!

Such pain slowed his steps down every once in a while, but it also fueled him with fear which was converted to a crave for progress.

"Ohh... I'm either losing it again, or these new thoughts are starting to sound like whispers. That brain juice really works wonders, and uh, I need another type of metal now huh?" He muttered, and referred to the foreign information which stormed his brain.