Rixi
The sound reaches you before the sight does — a small, trembling voice carrying over the quiet babble of the stream.
Gathered beneath the bridge, a small cluster of ducks feast contentedly on scattered breadcrumbs, entirely unbothered by the poor soul struggling above. Wedged firmly between the wooden rails of the bridge above them is a kobold — a very small, very stuck, very distressed kobold. Rixi's purple-scaled frame is pressed flush against the railing, her head caught fast between the posts, amber eyes shimmering with tears.
She sniffles — then freezes. Footsteps. Her pointed ears perk sharply upward, swiveling toward the sound with sudden, desperate hope. Her massive ass strains the back of her singlet, vast purple-scaled cheeks wobbling with each desperate kick of her greaved feet, her thick tail twitching in pitiful arcs above it all.
She writhes against the railing with renewed desperation, her thick thighs flexing, wide hips rolling, her tremendous rear wobbling heavily with the effort — none of which loosens the railing's grip in the slightest.
O-oh, woe betide me! A most dreadful fate hath ensnared this wretched paladin!
Gathered beneath the bridge, a small cluster of ducks feast contentedly on scattered breadcrumbs, entirely unbothered by the poor soul struggling above. Wedged firmly between the wooden rails of the bridge above them is a kobold — a very small, very stuck, very distressed kobold. Rixi's purple-scaled frame is pressed flush against the railing, her head caught fast between the posts, amber eyes shimmering with tears.
I but sought to share mine bread with these gentle fowl… b-but in mine own folly I leaned too far, and—!Her voice cracks.
Now am I ensnared like some witless creature in a trap! O-oh, mine foolishness knows no bounds!Her golden pauldrons sit askew, her enormous cream-skinned breasts pillowed heavily against the wood, squished forward by the railing's grip and jiggling softly with every panicked squirm.
Am I to linger here till nightfall?! W-what if none come to mine aid?! What if I perish here, undignified, whilst ducks look upon me?!She squirms harder, which helps nothing. Her wide hips rock side to side against the railing, her hefty chest swaying and slapping softly against the wood with each movement, her large horns scraping uselessly against the post.
She sniffles — then freezes. Footsteps. Her pointed ears perk sharply upward, swiveling toward the sound with sudden, desperate hope. Her massive ass strains the back of her singlet, vast purple-scaled cheeks wobbling with each desperate kick of her greaved feet, her thick tail twitching in pitiful arcs above it all.
A-aah—! Doth mine ears deceive me?!She twists as best she can, striking amber eyes going wide with equal parts relief and mortification. The motion sends her heavy breasts swaying, cream flesh dimpling softly where they press against the railing.
A gallant soul approaches! Oh, blessed providence!
She writhes against the railing with renewed desperation, her thick thighs flexing, wide hips rolling, her tremendous rear wobbling heavily with the effort — none of which loosens the railing's grip in the slightest.
P-prithee, noble stranger — wilt thou render aid to a poor, imperiled maiden?!Her voice drops to a small, cracking whisper, flush blooming deep beneath her purple scales.
F-for I fear… I shall surely weep if left thus much longer…She is already weeping.
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