Hoho dear readers! Smut, the product of a forum quest gone horribly, horribly kinky!

Our first experience is with the energetic miss Valkyrie, and her Ursa steed! But who truly rides who, I wonder?

Why Nora first, you ask?

Because the inspiration was Nora-based. So there. *Sticks out tongue*.

Enjoy.

It started simply enough. You were a Grimm. Grimm have needs. And, given the apparent lack of any female Grimm- much less female Ursa- you needed an outlet.

So when the short, orange-haired she-devil went down, you made a quick decision. While her partner was distracted, you picked her up in your jaws and charged off deep into the woods. Oh, he followed you, but between your knowledge of the forest and stamina built from decades of hunting prey, you soon evaded him. As you lost him you heard an anguished scream, so there was that.

Eventually, you made it back to your cave. Well, what passed for your cave, since that dick of a Deathstalker moved into your old one like the gigantic, chitinous piece of-

Well, that's for another time.

You set the girl down on the ground, giving her a quick examination. Unharmed, for the most part, but greatly dazed. Or asleep. Dead? No. She was still moving.

You took the chance to sniff her, inspecting her for promise. No smell of illness, which was good, though you did smell a sugary scent upon- ah, that was her breath. Apparently, humans fed on the wood of the Maple.

Who knew.

You continued to sniff her. Cloth, a slight bit of blood- a small wound on her finger, nothing significant- and that accursed powder.

The last was entirely in her weapon and the pouches she carried, and so with a swing of your paw, the weapon went sailing away to the far side of the cave. Then you bent down, jaw working on the pouches.

Of course, you liked spice, flavor, just as any other creature. But that powder? No. That, you did not desire. It tasted of joy and happiness and contentment.

Bah.

Once the pouches were tossed to the side with the weapon, you moved back to consider what to do next. Of course there was a process to this- after all, many of these humans wore armor of some sort. For some it was metal plates, heavy and strong, which required severing the straps. For others, they relied on their souls, blanketing themselves in that unearthly presence. For them, one simply had to bash them until their field faded. On a few occasions, you had to deal with a rare cloth that hardened when struck. Those had been adventures.

Still, you smelled. It was a cloth made from the wool of those small, tasty, white things. Nothing that stood in your way, really.

So you took a claw, and after pushing the girl onto her back, hooked it under the small hole in the front of her shirt and tore. Breasts, large and perky, fell free.

You took a moment to lick one. Hm. Strange. Tasted of the same maple. Whatever.

A few more tears and the rest of the cloth, as well as the remnants of the thicker cloth that rested around her breasts, had been torn away. Still, she had a strange, wrapped cloth around her waist, covering that which you sought.

That, too, disappeared.

Oho? It appeared that she was unspoiled. No matter, really, other than it gave you a sort of pleasure to stain them.

She groaned, turning onto her stomach. As she tried to stand, she first lifted her rear. A mistake, both for forgetting you were there, and for presenting such a target.

Your tongue, long and rounded, first met just at the beginning of her entrance, before you licked. She let out a half-aware moan, her hips lifting as you licked, before falling back down. Towards the end you could taste the beginnings of her arousal.

It was so much nicer when they cooperated.

She cried out the second time your tongue met her, once more lifting her hips. You felt yourself growing hard, and had you the means, you likely would have smiled.

AS it was, you merely moved forwards, placing your large paws on either side of her shoulders. After a moment, you then moved the innermost claws onto her shoulders, while positioning your long, hard cock at the other end of her.

"Wha..." She let out, trying to shift her arms.

Then you pushed forward, letting your cock sink into your newest toy. At least, you tried. Once more, you encountered that hated trait of humans.

They were so small.

Small enough that the girl, who was something of a small human herself, was unable to take inside the long, thick cock, nearly as round as her fist and as long as her forearm.

But you were Grimm, and like all Grimm, had a solution.

If at first you don't succeed, you haven't applied enough force.

So you thrust again, letting your weight behind it. The girl screamed as she was violated, and you let out a growl of contentment as you sank into her-

...

Oh what the fuck.

Once more, you're reminded of an infuriating trait the humans have- that circle of muscle inside, so near the entrance that it makes it hard, if not impossible in some cases, to penetrate further.

This will not do.

You pull back, her pussy tight around you, and then thrust again. She doesn't scream this time, but instead gasps, even as she shudders.

"Ren..."

You have no idea who this 'Ren' is- it's without a doubt a name, and you idly wonder if you can fuck them too- before you thrust again, this time, prying that hole open just a tiny bit.

Good.

You set up a hard pace, letting out grunts of exertion as you thrust, each motion stimulating the girl more and more, as well as readying that cursed barrier.

With a scream she convulses around you, and you snarl as you cock finally, wonderfully, sinks past the barrier.

Then you're thrusting again, never pulling out entirely, as the girl's eyes roll up in her head and her tongue lolls out of her mouth. She convulses a second, and a third time, as you continue to satisfy your needs.

After a time, you feel your release building up, and finally- with a low, satisfied growl- let your seed rush out and into the girl.

She moans, eyes closing and panting as you fill her womb with your seed. You wonder if any of your previous mates had ever born cubs from you, before deciding that you don't really care. That might be part of the rush, and you extract yourself from the girl.

Her rear is still raised up, and you move to the side to examine her. Still alive, good enough, and her stomach bulging and looking almost pregnant from the seed in her womb.

You growl, happily this time, and slip behind her again. This time, your cock is hard, and just a little higher...