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Anthro Sex Squad Story 4 - Bizmark's Story

By Killenor

Arc 1 - Origins

Chapter 3

Bizmark's eyes opened to the inside of his tent. Sunlight poured in through the fabric. Though he was lying on his familiar litter, he felt as though he had not slept a wink. Stranger thing was, he never had slept so long that the sun arose before he did.

With a great yawn Bizmark sat up... and immediately regretted doing so. His muscles were on fire! Never had his stomach, his thighs, his arms, or his back ached this way. Those muscles were all so tight, and for the life of him he could not think why.

Another thing that presented itself immediately was the presence of the morning stiffness of another sort. Pulling away his thin jute-cloth blanket revealed him to be naked and very fully aroused. As he reached down to take hold of his insistent, throbbing rod, he mused that this was possibly the only part of him NOT aching at the moment. The voices of the elders, all females, came back to him then to remind him that the best way to relive these feelings when he was still in the company of females was just to "rub one out" and be done with it. He stroked once, reveling in the rush of pleasure it gave him.

And suddenly he was lying with Tanja, both naked and holding each other. He eyed her perfectly athletic body and her surprisingly smooth gray skin. Their trunks twined as she kissed him deeply... or was he kissing her?

In a rush he was alone again. Bizmark looked around, confused and even more aroused. Whatever it was, it wasn't one of his normal fantasies... he had never fantasized about Tanja before. Also, it hadn't felt like an imagined thing, it had felt completely real. Curious, he stroked again, smiling at the pleasure he felt in doing so.

There he was again, very aroused, naked, and kissing Tanja deeply while he held her close. It all felt so real... so... actual. He knew someone was watching him, but he just didn't care. Tanja wanted him, he wanted her, and nothing else mattered at that very moment. This would be the day he would mate with Tanja and it would be wonderful for both of them.

Bizmark sputtered as his eyes flew open once more. MATE with TANJA?! What was wrong with him?! Why would he ever do that? She was like a sister to him, his partner in crime and play. He knew she wasn't his sister... he didn't even have a sister. All the other females his age were borne of different mothers by different fathers. His own mother wasn't even alive, having died during childbirth, but the children were all raised by the older females of the tribe so it was close enough.

He and Tanja had done almost everything together since childhood... but mating? It couldn't have been real, but somehow... it wasn't anything he ever remembered doing or even fantasizing about. Worst of all, it didn't feel like he was specifically in control, that the emotions and actions weren't actually his. It was more like... a memory... maybe a dream... something incredibly vivid at any rate.

Just another few strokes, he decided, to try and make sense of all this. Bizmark, his mind fogged with arousal, just needed to see how all this played out. He started once more.

Her hand was upon him, playing just a bit too lightly across his shaft. Her touch was at odds with everything Bizmark knew about her, light and delicate and dexterous, while she was normally direct, strong, and often blunt. Somehow his hands had found their way to her pert, athletically tightened breasts. He wasn't sure why but playing with them made him feel exceptionally comfortable. She seemed to be enjoying it as well for she breathed a low, subsonic moan of pleasure as he brushed over her nipples.

He looked down at her body, at her flat, rippling stomach, her wide hips, her toned thighs... and that eye-catching cleft, covered with neatly trimmed hairs, betwixt her legs. Bizmark knew his anatomy, but seeing it for real... in his aroused state... was like seeing it truly for the for the first time. She was beautiful. Even though she hardly fit the standard of beauty for the civil-elephants, Bizmark could see that her beauty was all her own.

In that instant he evaluated his own body. He had a much more acceptable and handsome body by elephant standards, full, smooth, round belly, thick limbs, and a fuller chest than Tanja's by a good bit. At least he didn't give her cause to regret who she was with. If nothing else she would be with a handsome male for her first time.

The voices of the elders echoed in his mind reminding him what was proper, how to treat a girl who he would make into a woman, and why so many males were nothing but disappointments to females. They reminded him about taking his time. They told him how he would hurt any women on the first mating. They told him to let her take control or he would regret it.

His body wished he could hurry things along. He longed to go further with Tanja. It was all feeling just too good. It was only those nagging voices behind his mind that told him to wait until she was ready, no matter how long it took. Berating him to make things as pleasurable for her as he could.

A great smile spread across his face as his hand dipped down between her muscular thighs. It felt as soft as he had ever imagined, softer even than her head-hair. He only had a second to reflect on its softness before he felt her push her hips forward, almost urging him to continue. His finger wandered between the soft fold and found a place of warmth and slippery moisture.

Allowing himself plenty of time to go at Tanja's pace and allow her to get used to his touch he slowly, gently rubbed his finger back and forth along her moist cleft. He tried to focus on what he felt, all the while still kissing and playing with Tanja as she stroked him. If only she would grip just a little tighter, he thought... but never mind that now.

Something semi-firm... soft... near the top of her slit caught his interest, especially since she seemed to jump and gasp and moan all the better when he stopped and played there. She even went so far as to stop kissing him to moan out loud, eyes squeezed shut.

"In," she directed, "j-just a little lower."

Bizmark stretched his arm down a bit further and found what she wanted. A tight, wet little hole that Bizmark remembered from his lessons. This is where he would enter her. Gently, he pushed a finger inside.

That must have done it, Bizmark decided as Tanja arched her back and let out a rather shrill cry of delight. Bizmark pushed a little more, and then in a flash of inspiration used his thumb to simultaneously rub at that spot at the top of her slit. He was trying to be as gentle as he could be, worried that at any moment he would hurt her most sensitive areas.

"Mmmmm Biz? BIZ!" Tanja snapped hoping to get Bizmark's attention.

Bizmark was snapped back to reality. His tender erection was throbbing in his hands and Tanja was standing over him.

"Tanja!" Bizmark cried suddenly, ripping a blanket over himself.

Tanja burst out laughing, a mirthful laugh that Bizmark had heard several times and even shared with her when they had embarrassed others of their community. It was a laugh of superiority and total one-upsmanship.

"My oh my, I never thought I'd ever catch you..." Tanja giggled.

"Ok, ok, you can shut up now Tan." Bizmark snapped as Tanja continued laughing, "Any damn second now."

Tanja gasped in deep breaths to try and get herself under control.

"So besides catching be playing with myself," Bizmark grumbled, "what did you want?"

"Ok... ok," Tanja said between gasps and giggles, "I wanted... hehehe... I wanted to see why you weren't out of your tent yet. The elders took all the other youngers out to meet a caravan. We got left behind it seems. I figured we'd show the old wrinkles a lesson about not including us while they were away. Now, are you coming with, or do... heheheeee... do I need to give you a few minutes?"

Bizmark grabbed randomly and flung his clothing satchel at Tanja, who nimbly danced out of the way.

"I'm in with your plan. Now unless you want to help me out here, you can get out and let me get dressed."

For a moment, Bizmark feared he might have said the wrong thing. Tanja got a strange look on her face for a moment, something distant like she was remembering something. In an instant the look was gone and her smirk returned.

"Yeah, you go ahead. I doubt I would be any real 'help' anyhow.", Tanja giggled, "Seems like you've got your hands full anyways."

With a flourish she swept out from the tent leaving the now-frustrated Bizmark to get ready.

***

Back in the canyon, Y'toptapta paced. With only a single leg, his pacing was more of a 'hop' than a genuine pace, but the effort was the same. The latest sample had been quite special. The specimens were oddly compatible beyond his expectations. The male had carried an odd quality about him despite being so hardy and the female was in peak physical condition with a sharp wit and great force of personality.

The pod sat in a corner, covered by thick orange and blue mosses and glowing with an air of great potential. Normally, it would have been hung from the tree to feed the surrounding garden of delights, but this pod carried with it a taint of destiny. This one he would trade at the equinox to secure favors in the court. For now, however, his garden would have to remain as it was.

"Bored we are," Y'toptapta said to no one at all, "To entertain... bleeeeh... without growth the garden does not and naught."

The odd fae creature hopped out into the sunny valley. All around him his garden of oddities flourished, pushing back the dominant forest with a will all its own. He sniffed at the four-lips, admiring how the thick outer petals cradled the delicate inner ones making them push out ever so slightly. Nothing. The dancer orchids? Bland. The goldenshafts? Massaging Trilliums? Violet-head violets? Licking lillies? Aphrodaisies? All so uninteresting!

The potential in that pod was intoxicating, but those great gray folk coupling had been doubly so. Such fervor they had! Nothing like young love to spark the fae mind.

Y'toptapta suddenly found himself at the riverbank. Today it was clear, clean, and smooth-running, reflecting the empty blue sky above. The single bloodshot eye fixed upon its own reflection as he looked over the edge. The fae creature shuddered at his half-melted appearance, knowing it to be ill-favored in the courts of his folk. Looking further, he could almost see the pair of loxodonts as they had lain together before him. So much energy!

A rummaging through his pockets produced a tiny silver box. Tiny and ornate, he turned the little case over in his hand with great delicacy. His dexterous fingers flipped the container open on its hinge and carefully selected a single minuscule stamen of crocus from the velvet lining within. Eying the rare delicacy he gently brought it to his lips, placing it between two sharp teeth, before returning the box to his pockets.

The flavored erupted upon his tongue at the barest flick. Few fae could resist the taste of saffron, intense and sweet and grassy, and for them it inspired the most wonderful bouts of creativity whether for good or ill.

"Fixation!" Y'toptapta shouted aloud, his half-voice making stranger half-echos off the canyon walls, "To clear the mind one must till the furrows of thought, seed with experience, and grow and grow until harvest! If we cannot grow the garden, we must seed with amusement! Amusement means... mischief!"

Returning his gaze to the stream, he concentrated on a smooth patch of sky blue on the surface. Squinting his eye the tried to look past the water and into the sky. All that the sky could see was before him, the rolling savannas beyond the canyon, forests far and away, and most importantly the moderate expanse of tents where he knew the loxodonts lived.

The herd was away, over three miles out and dealing with a gaggle of other folk with merchant-style carriages. The two that remained with the tents were obviously his troublemakers, especially seeing how they were busy brushing bright dyes in lewd shapes and words all over one of the tents. These two would undoubtedly be a great source of entertainment for just as long as he needed them.

Suddenly, something caught his attention. Someone was stirring in another tent! Peering intensely, he watched as a female emerged. She was at least twice, if not thrice, the size of the one he caught in his canyon.

This would be amusing, he thought, another playmate for his little toys. All this scene needed was a catalyst... something to spark the flames so the fire might rage.

Leathery, melted fingers delicately plucked a nearby flower. Y'toptapta crushed the bloom in his hand, careful not to drop a single grain and careful not to break eye contact with the surface of the water.

"Oh yes," he chuckled, "yes, all the scene needs is a little... spice!"

With a flick of the wrist, the crushed aphrodaisy spread all over the surface of the water. A peal of malformed laughter rang from the canyon walls as the crazed fae, Y'toptapta watched his scene unfold.