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Anthro Sex Squad Story 3 - Oaky's Story

By Killenor

Arc 1 - Origins

Chapter 8

"Don't be afraid," Ermana prompted softly, "This is about you. We can stop if ever you feel uncomfortable."

A warm caucasian hand stroked Oaky's cool bumpy skin, feeling the tremors running through his small frame.

"Do you... do you toads kiss?" Ermana asked curiously as she moved closer, slipping her hands under the coarse material of Oaky's robes.

"K-k-kiss?" Oaky stuttered, confused by the sudden increase in attention.

"Well, I mean, you toad-folk do have lips. Do you get anything out of putting them together with other toad's lips? You know, like... this?" Ermana breathed gently as she moved in.

Warm, that was the first thing Oaky noticed about every touch this strange human made upon him. Beyond that her lips were soft, moist, and quite nimble. His own, in contrast, were thin, cold, and not very mobile at all. It was, however, a very pleasant thing to kiss this human. He could feel a strange surge pass between them, a tingle that was full of good feeling... a feeling that harkened back to the mating day more than two years ago now.

When the kiss broke, Oaky was surprised at how deep and fast his breaths were coming. Even though the cold was all around them, the toad-man could not deny that a heat was growing between them. Her warmth seemed infectious and in an instant, he decided he wanted more.

"So," Ermana said softly, "do you toad-folk have anything like that?"

"I think so," Oaky replied, the confidence growing in his voice, "We do a thing called 'tongue wrestling' with our mates... but I've never..."

"Sounds fun," Ermana said with a grin, "I'll try just about anything once."

Once again the human's lips closed with Oaky's, but this time her mouth was open slightly. Humans had tiny tongues compared to the toad-folk, despite being twice their size, but Oaky marveled at how well his first tongue wrestling was going. Just like her lips, her tongue was warm and dexterous. It licked out and swirled around his, but it wasn't until he took better control, pushing his tongue out to wrap around hers.

It was at least as good as kissing, thought Oaky as his tongue danced between their mouths. His nerves were better wired to find this interaction more pleasurable. Between heavy breaths and tingling delight, Oaky barely noticed how odd his whole situation was. So too did he not notice the amount of delight his partner was getting from all this, nor did he notice times fleeting passage.

What he did notice was how his embrace with Ermana was tightening, how her hands were now rubbing his back and not on his shoulders as they once were. She was so warm... it was... invigorating. What was more, those big ol'... 'whatever they were's... pressing against him reminded him of pillows. Something deep down and instinctual made him want to take hold of them, to caress them like they were the puffy glands on a toad's back.

He decided to take a chance, hoping that touching these chest-pillows was an agreeable thing to do. Ermana gave a small jump and moaned softly as Oaky's small hands closed around her breasts. Those soft little fingers were firm, but not too strong. They fumbled unfamiliarly across her soft clothing, exploring her ample bosom, but stumbled upon too few fascinating places.

Gently his hands were directed to a pair of strange bumps, one on each breast. In his years of exploring the diversity of life and aiding the creatures of the forest he had rarely paid any attention to anatomy. These must be the human's teats, he realized, there to provide nourishment for young. But these were strange, normally he had observed that teats only swelled after a female gave birth... yet Ermana claimed to have no offspring at all.

"So tell me," Ermana said through heavier breaths as the latest round of kissing broke, "what can I touch that would make you feel good?"

"Um, aheh..." Oaky mumbled nervously, "I... I suppose... my glands? The big lumps on the back of my neck. We toads... um... at least I've always heard..."

His words trailed off as Ermana's big hands took to expertly massaging the great lumps of tissue at either side of the back of Oaky's neck as she would a pair of breasts. With no sort of nipple upon them, as well as the somewhat cool and bumpy texture, Ermana was unsure just what felt good to him. This was only momentarily a problem as she felt her new little friend melt beneath her touch. In just a short time Oaky was practically shuddering in her grasp and cutely making little barking grunt-sighs of delight.

The kissing and tonguing continued, spurred on by the closeness that roaming hands afforded. But after a few minutes, Ermana noticed something odd... her hands were moist and a bit sticky. A flush of pleasurable warmth passed through her coupled with a rush of eroticka. Almost immediately she felt invigorated as the magical energy Oaky was producing flowed within her soul. As her reserves were replenished so to was the depth of her empathy.

It was obvious that Oaky was enjoying things, but she felt that his experience really could be better. She experimented first with different degrees of pressure on his glands, finding his sweet spots just from the intensity of the wisps of eroticka he produced. Unfortunately, she knew very little about how to properly please an amphibian.

"So... Oaky," Ermana said, "What can I do to make this better for you?"

"Huh? Um... well..." Oaky considered, doped on pleasure, "Well um, when we toad-folk mate... eeh... aheh..."

"Don't be embarrassed," Ermana intoned in a breathy voice as a new, weak wave of eroticka found her, "I want you to be happy... I need you to feel good for me."

"Um... well... we..." Oaky stuttered. Had he the ability, it was doubtless he would be blushing furiously, "We rub cloacae... until the female lays eggs or the male... uuhh."

Inwardly, Ermana felt like laughing. It was always so amusing how nervous new-timers got. In her day she had seen virgins shake so bad they needed two or three drinks before they could even think of being naked with a woman. She took a moment to hug and comfort Oaky. He needed to be at ease, or else Ermana would never get the energy she needed. Finally, she had to get him to explain what 'cloacae' were.

"A-also..." Oaky said weakly, "I... uh... I'd like you to show me this 'eroticka' you mentioned... so um... if I can do anything... you know... for you."

Ermana smiled to herself. It was always refreshing when a partner showed an interest in her and not just themself. Moreover, this was a way to get her fill as well as prove to him that she was for real. If all worked out she might be doing the toad community a favor... a favor that could possibly bring them out of their ignorant isolationism. She considered her reserve for a moment... there was definitely enough to keep her warm and ready and get her through the night.

"Alright then," Ermana said with a smile, "Well first I think we ought to see everything we have to work with."

With that, Ermana broke from the embrace and took a few steps back. Tapping into a minuscule portion of the energy she had gathered, she allowed her body to flush with enhanced arousal, bringing with it a mildly feverish wash of body-heat. Confident that she was safe against the night's chill, she let her robes slip down her shoulders.

"Well I suppose first I should let you know what you've been playing with." She giggled as she fiddled with her belt and toggles. "These... these are my breasts."

Oaky saw them for the first time as cloth parted before her chest. They looked much different from those of the deer or the boars or even the wolves of these woods. They were smooth and hairless, evenly bronze colored except for two bright pink spots, one in the middle of each. He wondered for a moment if they were filled with milk and perhaps that humans simply stored it up until they procreated. The nipples were plump and pert, standing out against the rest of the fleshy globes.

The oddity was how this somehow made Oaky feel aroused. No toad-woman had such things, but thinking how these breasts must be as pleasurable and sensitive as his own glands... it was somehow just as alluring.

"Perhaps you should follow my lead?" Ermana offered as her robe continued to slip ever so slowly down. Oaky was quick to mimic her, letting his robes drop to the middle of his ribs and exposing his minutely lumpy white chest.

Ermana's robe dropped further, exposing her toned, smooth stomach. Oaky's belly, on the other hand, was a wide expanse of soft tissue, more a continuation of his chest skin. The major difference that both noticed was that the toad-man had no navel at all.

"Whatever is that?" Oaky wondered, gesturing to Ermana's belly button. "Is that your... umm... for eggs?

Ermana laughed in genuine humor.

"No, this isn't it yet." She said with a chuckle, "This is my navel. It shows where we humans were once connected to our mothers before we were born. Coming from an egg, it doesn't surprise me that you don't have one. But if we keep going, I guarantee that the next part is quite a bit more interesting."

The silken fabric of the robe slipped fully to the ground. There she stood in all her naked glory for only Oaky to witness. She was an even bronze over her entire body with only a carefully shaped tuft of hair above her slender feminine cleft disrupting the smooth flow of her body. The firelight cast sharp contrasts across her shape, accenting her every curve.

Oaky decided at once that humans weren't completely ugly... but they were certainly not that attractive. She was far too thin, her skin was far too smooth, and her lack of patterning made her seem quite bland. Still, she was so confident... she must be beautiful to other humans. More than that... it was more like the more he stared, the more he found her desirable. Something told him it was going to be alright here in her capable hands. His robe quickly followed suit.

Ermana was a little surprised. She had been with many males before, some with retractable members and some so minutely hung that they might as well have been. This, however, was something completely different. Oaky had nothing. Not a slit, not a bump, nothing at all... his groin just sort of connected his legs together. Further than this, his hips were almost absurdly slender... no buttocks to speak of... his belly just sort of tapered before it split into two powerful, short legs. Trying her best to keep her composure, she reminded herself that she actually had been intimate with less attractive males.

Before their arousals could cool, Ermana took the initiative. Moving quickly to embrace her little potential lover, she resumed petting on him.

"So, well," she said lustily, "what shall we explore first?"

"Eh... well... umm... what would you do?" Oaky replied nervously as he drank in her warmth.

"Ah, well, about that." Ermana said with an offset smile, "I noticed you... um... lack a thing or two."

"Lack? Me?" Oaky said confused, "What don't I have? We both have a cloaca... it seems yours just... goes sideways."

"Sideways?" Ermana said with a burst of laughter, "Is... is your cloaca between your legs?"

"Uh... yes," Oaky replied, genuinely confused, "Where else would it be?"

"Well, humans don't have cloaca," Ermana said, still snickering, "Females have a vagina; males have something called a penis. It's like a boneless finger that can slip inside the female. It's how we mate."

"So... how..." Oaky wondered.

His eyes widened and a gasp filled his lungs in an instant. An unexpected touch of warm fingers on his thigh made him tense.

"It's a thing I like to call... an experiment." came the human's seductive reply, "you know, you can touch me too if you like."

Lukewarm, soft fingers slowly sought out that interesting cleft... the sideways cloaca... her... vagina. It was hotter than he expected and exceptionally slippery. Seeing that she was smiling told him that what he was doing was correct. By contrast, her warm fingers against his cloacal lips were very arousing, but with no sort of natural lubrication, things were somewhat slower going. The real shock came when Ermana's finger tried to push inside.

"What are you doing?!" Oaky said with a jump of surprise, "Why did you..."

"I'm sorry Oaky," Ermana said quickly, "I didn't know what you would like. I mean... you sort of... I mean... that's what I like. I just thought you might too."

"Well," Oaky said sheepishly, "well... just warn me next time. I've only found that rubbing is good for me so far."

As her fingers continued, Oaky turned his mind toward how good it was beginning to feel. Memories of his desperate day at the lake those two years and some months ago. Just as then, his cloaca lips swelled and the pleasurable sensations returned. He tried to keep his hand active on Ermana, but was too lost in his own rush of feelings to do much good. On impulse, however, he lets his finger slip between Ermana's slippery lips.

By whatever cosmic accident, Oaky's finger was angled just perfectly to rub over Ermana's slick clitoris. A shock of sensation arced through her spine and a moan escaped her lips. Oaky's eyes darted up to her eyes and was surprised to see something drifting above her head. It was indistinct, barely a wisp of something, but Oaky's trained eyes told him that it was a tiny spark of magic leaving Ermana. This was the eroticka she talked about! It really was real!

He could hardly believe it... something Grubber either didn't know about, or simply didn't want to tell him! While he didn't figure that Grubber would ever hide something from him, it did make him wonder why he'd never noticed before. As he starred at the wisp, he noticed it started to fade away as magic was wont to do when unused and unmaintained. It was a distraction, the sort of distraction that any woman will instantly notice.

"Oaky? You stopped." Ermana said with just an edge of disappointment.

"I... I saw it!" Oaky said in exhilaration, "I saw the eroticka! It really does exist!"

"That's great!" Ermana said with a giggle, "But if you want to see more... and more important, if you want to see what I can do with it... you should either get those fingers working again or we should switch positions."

"Oh... ah, sorry," Oaky said sheepishly.

Without a word they both got back to the joyous work of feeling good. Oaky could swear that Ermana got warmer as he held on to her. Likewise, Oaky seemed to be drinking in Ermana's heat. The problem arose that no matter how Ermana tried, Oaky's cloaca never seemed to get the least bit moist. Thinking on her past experiences with other females, and of course with her own body, she decided to help things along as best she could.

A quick lick of the fingers saw her hand wet enough to make Oaky's smooth skin slick and workable. Careful not to let her excitement get the best of her, she resumed her finger-fluttering across his cloacal lips and took care not to unexpectedly enter him again. The application of moisture seemed to help things along, for only moments after she did it Oaky was panting and making happy little croak-y sounds.

For his part, Oaky seemed like a prodigy with his fingers. He almost immediately resumed on her clitoris and even adventurously explored her slippery moist opening. His fingers weren't very long at all, but at the length they were they went just far enough to find Ermana's favorite spot. The little toad-man could barely hold on as his giant partner arched her back in delight. Something had happened and suddenly his hand was covered in moisture, so much that it dripped down to the ground below.

Ermana came so hard she swore she could see stars... more stars than normal. It was rather amazing to think that such a little man had gotten her off so quickly. It was something she really should have been paying more attention to, however right now her mind was on Oaky. His face... it seemed a little more... exotic than normal. Somehow she hadn't noticed the circles that played around his face. More interesting was just how much eroticka she seemed to be able to pull in from him.

"Hey Oaky?" Ermana said with a very mild slur, "Want to try something I think we'll both really like?"

"Sure," Oaky said with an edge of concern, "but are you alright?"

"Never better really," Ermana giggled, "But let's try... all we need to do is get like..."

In short order Oaky found himself straddled between Ermana's legs, his lips to hers. Even though her opening was sideways, somehow this felt much more... right... than just her just touching him. This was what all his instincts told him he should do with a female... well close enough. Excitement built within his chest as they both finally found a comfortable position and settled in.

They began rubbing and Oaky's world changed. This was possibly the best feeling he had ever felt in his entire life. It was sensational... cathartic... he was mating a female! It didn't matter at all that she was twice his size, a mammal, and still rather unattractive, it was MATING! The fluttering feel of her slick, hairless vagina lips against his cloaca lips was exhilarating. Spurred on by the tingling pleasure, he increased his speed and pressure to as much as he could bear. No doubt he couldn't last long like this, but it was completely worth the sensation.

Ermana couldn't reconcile why she was feeling like she was. There were lights dancing in her vision, her bare, hairless skin felt a bit fuzzy, she was flushed with feverish heat, and tribbing with a toad-man felt far, far too good. She could feel her soul being filled with the throbbing sexual energy that radiated from her new lover. He was putting everything he had into it, and why shouldn't he? It was his first time!

Only a scant few minutes of the best sex either of them had passed before it came to a thundering end. Muscles clamped and fluids shot, covering both the partners in the other's juices. A short while more had them only breathing, hoping to properly catch their breath. By this time, Oaky was feeling exceptionally dehydrated and felt he needed to break contact. As he slipped himself from betwixt Ermana's legs, he felt a zing of over-stimulated pleasure that nearly bowled him over.

Ermana was giggling to herself. Oaky sneaked a peek back at her as he fumbled in his robes for a pouch of water. She was laying on her robes, one hand playing with a wisp of loose eroticka, the other playing between her legs. She was muttering nonsense, he noticed, odd words that simply defied sense. Despite the cold he poured a measure of the water over his dry, bumpy skin and took a little swallow. He bent down to put the empty pouch away, but by the time he stood up the forest was gone!

It was a tent, wide and multicolored, draped with sheets of silken cloth and strewn about with dozens of pillows. A small fountain splashed a stream of crystal clear water into a modest pool and bowls were set about the place, all filled with fruits, crystallized sweets, and interestingly enough, large insects of dozens of varieties.

"Ermana?" Oaky said with cautious awe.

"It's alright Oaky," he heard her say from somewhere in the pillows, "It's only a temporary thing. Everything will be just as it was by the stroke of noon tomorrow. For now... relax, enjoy... clean yourself up. This is the power of the magic of pleasures and I'll warn you now, we're not nearly done working it."

With that, Oaky heard the sound of Ermana snoozing, her last efforts spent by the intense work of eroticka that she performed. Oaky, however, was not the least bit tired, indeed he craved more, as much as he could ever get. Let her sleep for now, he decided, but if the future held as much delight as this, he would give her more eroticka than either of them could handle!