This is a sequel to “She Was Too Low Level: Airisu Oreti, Level 5 Vulpenite Rogue” but it should still be enjoyable/make sense without having read that story and uses the polls at the end of that story’s final entry as a starting point.

Content Warnings/Kink Spoilers: this is a small initial entry at just under 2,000 words, mostly introducing the main character. There’s no sex scene but there is references to things from the last story, including a cowified woman and the main character seeing her father fucking her mother. One of the polls setting up this story determined that incest kink will be possible in this story, but not guaranteed (but having done these stories for a while and seeing the set up for this I’m pretty sure we’ll end up heading that one at one point). If incest kink is a turnoff/yuck for you probably best not to get invested in this one.

Avelina Luthanda, Level 3 Vulpenite Fighter

(Quick Author’s note: this is a sequel to “She Was Too Low Level: Airisu Oreti, Level 5 Vulpenite Rogue” which appeared in She Was Too Low Level 4. It should still be enjoyable/make sense without having read that story.)

Midgate, Avelina Luthanda thought unhappily as the sprawling city’s walls appeared on the horizon. Home, at least it used to be. I haven’t returned since the day I fled, leaving my old life behind. I never intended to return, but now… what choice did I have?

These people, my fellow Adventurers, I’ve grown so close to them, she thought as she looked at the group of people crowded into the back of the open cart her party was riding in. It was either follow them here or part ways with them. But as much as I didn’t want to return I didn’t REALLY have a choice. This was where they chose to come so I’ve come with them. My party has become more my family than the one I left behind the day I fled Midgate ever was.

Memories of her old life, and that horrible day, came flooding back. Her father, Lord Svensson Luthanda, had been the most powerful and influential nobleman in the region. She’d known from a young age that he was a driven, ruthless, and perhaps even evil man. She’d been raised to view ambition at any cost as a good thing, although her father had also made it clear it was only her brothers, not her or her younger sisters, that would ever hold real power after he passed away.

That he’d pass sooner than later from their perspective was never in doubt. He was a Human man. Although Humans were the most common race across all of Alaria they were also the shortest-lived one. But his children, all of them, were half Vulpenite. Each of them had fluffy foxlike tails, furry fox ears, were naturally athletic, had heightened senses when compared to a Human, and most importantly would have lives that would FAR surpass their father or any children he might have had with a Human woman.

As Avelina had grown close to coming of age her Lord Father had revealed more truths about the calculated brutality he used to grow his, and his family’s, power. He’d revealed that choosing a non-Human that came from a long-lived race to birth his potential heirs had been an intentional choice, telling Avelina that all her younger siblings would one day learn this truth as well.

But there was a truth NONE of them were ever to learn, they were forbidden even from asking about it. Their mother. Other than knowing she was a full-blooded Vulpenite they knew nothing about her. They’d often not even know if she still lived or not, although occasionally they’d get confirmations by the appearance of a newborn sibling.

The day Avelina left her life of comfort as a noblewoman came not long after she’d come of age. She’d followed her father to a “special” farm he kept on the outskirts of the Midgard countryside. There she’d learned the truth about her mother, at least enough to horrify her so much that she left vowing never to as much as speak to her father again.

Her Lord Father had her mother in a barn, made to live as if she was a cow. He’d done something to her mind, making it so she was only able to go about on all fours like an animal and only “speak” by mooing. Something had been done to her body as well. Avelina had seen the woman had massive breasts and from things she’d seen in the barn there were hints her mother was milked like a cow’s as well.

She’d seen all of this while her father had his way with her. Avelina had seen that he treated her mother like a living sex toy and broodmare. The poor woman seemed to delight in it, with her eyes betraying the near absence of intelligence beyond her basest instincts.

Avelina still had no idea who her mother had been before her father had turned her into what she saw that day. Perhaps she’d been an enemy he’d captured and decided to torment while making use of her to birth his heirs? It was something she felt the old monster would do. But maybe it was nothing so sinister. Perhaps her mother was just a slave he’d bought. Even though slavery wasn’t legal in this region of Alaria there were still people who, acting in secret, caught and kept slaves. As an Adventurer she’d fought such monsters, often pushing her party to take on quests that would free people, especially women, from such fates.

True, she and her party were still lower-level Adventurers. But they were a balanced party and were smart when it came to choosing quests. They always chose ones that were within their skill range yet would push them to grow those skills. Never a huge risk, but always at least some gain.

As the memories of her moth shifted into thoughts about her fellow party members there was a moment that Avelina thought about confessing everything to them. Who she really was. Where she’d come from. Why she’d fled her old life. They knew her true name, she’d never felt the need to hide it as she’d never planned on returning to Midgate. But she’d always been coy and secretive about her past.

I could tell them, she thought. I could tell them and ask them to help me find out if my mother still lives. It hasn’t been THAT long since I left AND she’s a full-blooded Vulpenite. She’ll still look fairly young by the time my father passes away from old age and although old he’s nowhere near THAT old. My party could help me free her, maybe even take down the monster that’s my father.

After a few wonderful moments of indulging in the fantasy she shook her head. No. It’s too dangerous. We’re a solid party and we’ve never failed a quest, but only because we play it smart. My father was a powerful man who no one could oppose when I left, he’ll be even more powerful now. And many of my siblings, both male and female, will have come of age since I left. Who knows what kinds of monsters he’s molded THEM into?

Avelina cleared her voice, drawing the attention of her fellow party members. “I need a favor from all of you,” she told them. “You’ve always respected my unwillingness to reveal anything about my life before becoming an Adventurer. That respect is even more important now and I need to ask a little more.” She paused, took in a long breath, then said, “While we are in Midgate and adventuring I’m going to be going by a false name and I’ll be keeping my race a secret.”

She waited for their response, fearing they’d ask too many questions she’d be unwilling to answer. To her great relief they didn’t. They were just as supportive of her as they’d always been.

“How do you plan on keeping your race hidden?”

That was a question she was more than happy to answer. “Before beginning our journey here I bought some new clothes,” she told them, patting a pack beside her that she’d soon need to make use of. “A few hats to wear to keep my fox ears covered and hidden. I also plan to keep my long hair down while here to hide that I don’t have Human ears. I’ve also picked up some pants that don’t have the normal hole I put my tail through. They’ve all had the butt tailored to have enough room for me to keep my tail stuffed in them.”

One of her party members chuckled at that. “I imagine doing that with your tail will make your behind look large enough to draw as much amorous attention as your chest normally does.”

Avelina flushed slightly. She had the thin, athletic build and pretty, cute features most Vulpenite women had. But she was far, FAR bustier than any other member of her race she’d seen or even heard of save her mother.

Most who took note of this wondered if it had something to do with her being part Human. Her softened Vulpenite features made it clear to nearly all that she wasn’t full-blooded, which as far as she could tell was a rarity. What little research she’d been able to do, mostly by trying to hunt down different editions of “Adlar Ashton’s Guide to Alaria”, suggested it wasn’t very easy for Humans to breed with Vulpenites. One of the editions even said it SHOULD be impossible without the blessing of a powerful deity.

Avelina would have assumed her bustiness came from the uncommon mixing of races as well if not for what she’d seen the day she’d discovered the truth about her mother. She didn’t like thinking about the sight of the woman, on all fours like an animal with her huge breasts hanging like cow udders. She was already an exceptionally busty girl that day and since then her breasts had only grown larger. Even as the life of an Adventurer had left her slimmer and more well-muscled her breasts had continued to slowly grow over the years. There was a gnawing part of her that feared one day she might end up looking like her mother had, with breasts so freakishly large she’d struggle to have a normal life.

“Our Avelina ALWAYS draws the attention of other Adventurers,” one of her party members said playfully. “And not just because of her, er… ‘fuller’ physical attributes. There have been times I’ve thought you nearly sickeningly cute and indecently pretty, all things that seem even more alluring when one sees you fight a foe!”

Another of them nodded. “When we took you on none of us understood what a fierce Fighter you would one day be growing into! We were hard-up and NEEDED a Fighter. Most of us thought that weird fighting style you have, using that fancy rapier of yours, was a bad fit. Still, we took you on out of desperation. But those fancy flourishes combined with your physical speed and quick wits make you terror against the right foes! You’re like the perfect midpoint between someone wearing plate armor using brute force and a quick, stealthy Rogue armed with daggers!”

That left Avelina preening. Her martial training as a nobleman’s daughter had been more of a leisure activity than true combat practice. She’d trained to fight for sport and show, not to truly harm. But her natural instincts had allowed her to take what she’d learned in her old life and quickly grow that base into something that had served her well as an Adventurer.

Yet she knew she’d have much less luck alone. Her party was well balanced and they worked together like a perfectly polished machine. They knew their limits, working within. They pushed at times to grow, but never dangerously so. NEVER taking on a task that was too high level for them.

That thought reminded her just why she had to keep her past hidden from her party. If they knew the truth they’d offer to help her put an end to her father’s evil or save her mother. She worried that if they did she wouldn’t be able to resist the temptation to take them up on the offer even if she was nearly certain such a quest was far beyond their skill.

The preening joy she’d felt a moment before faltered. “You know I’m normally always eager to hear you all sing my praise, but please do hold back while we’re here. I want to avoid as much attention as possible. You’re my family and I understand why the party wanted to come to Midgate. But please, keep my name and race secret. And perhaps think about not staying for more than a handful of quests? If the Adventurers’ Guildhall at Midgate is all the rumors say it is we’ll be able to make a small fortune and be on our way before too long.”

I’ve left Aveline’s party vague, not mentioning anything specific about them so it could be chosen by poll. All we know so far is she feels close to them/they admire her. I want it to be a balanced party (so perhaps a Rogue, Healer, Magic User, and some kind of ranged combat character, maybe a tank of some kind). The polls below will help flesh them out, followed by a poll for what should happen next entry.

The characters making up Aveline’s party may or may not end up being a big/important part of the story, but letting readers help me craft these kinds of details are a huge part of the fun of these stories for me.

How many other members of her party should there be? (Choose one option from this poll)

What should the gender makeup of the party be/how does that affect Avelina/the story? (Choose up to 2 options from this poll)

Normally we choose a big bad for these stories, but my plan is to let this one grow a little more open ended, while throwing in plenty of reasons for her to end up interacting with her family to eventually tie us back more fully into the first story. With that in mind there won’t be a poll too choose the big bad for this story. (Also keep in mind she might spend more time there than these stories normally do. One of the polls setting up this story determined that we will be establishing the Guildmaster either doesn’t age or ages unnaturally slowly and that revealing or at least hinting at why is supposed to be part of the plot)

What happens to Aveline after they reach the Adventurers’ Guildhall in Midgate? (Choose up to 7 options from this poll)