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Wheel of Fetish

Nimana and Sunkit

Musk, Rape, Foot Fetish

Modern

There are many places in the world where strange things happen, things that go unexplained for months, years, even decades. Some of these places have never been explained, even with hundreds if not thousands of eye-witness accounts of just what happens there. Places like the Bermuda Triangle are more famous than others, but there are countless places in the world where people just disappear.

What happens to these people? What happens to those that wander into these legendary places?

This is the story of one young otter that found out how it happened, first hand.

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Few people would have suspected the secluded glade to be a dangerous place. After all, it had a small pond in one corner, and was surrounded by trees with just enough gaps between the branches to allow a great deal of sunlight through. The grass was soft, and there were signs of small animals that made the place home. It was one of those clearings out of a storybook, a perfect setting for someone to have a chance to relax and enjoy themselves. More than that, it was a place where one could be alone and be perfectly at one with nature.

Of course, that wasn't quite what Sunkit had come here for. The four foot tall otter was here for one reason and one reason only: the pond. Having hard of the wonderful little swimming hole from a few bird friends of his, he had figured that it would be the best place for some summer swimming, particularly considering his preference for swimming in the nude. Out here, unlike at all the swimming pools and popular beaches and lakes, he could do what he wanted without anyone around him complaining, and that was something that was rare and precious to someone like him.

It had been a rather long walk through the surrounding forest to get to the little clearing, but as he tossed his towels and sandals down on the ground at the end of the forest path, Sunkit figured that it was worth it. "This is going to be great," the otter muttered under his breath. His fingers made quick work of the button and zipper to his jeans, throwing them on top of the towels and sandals, and then tossing his shirt down on top of that. He quickly pulled of his underwear and threw it on top of everything else. Finally naked, Sunkit took a few steps forward and just paused there. He leaned his head back, closed his eyes, and just let himself feel how great it felt to be out here by himself. The sunlight on his fur was warm and comforting, and the slight breeze passing through the branches kept him from feeling too hot. Even the soft grass under his feet made him smile as he wiggled his toes, drumming them against the soft earth below.

"I'll have to remember this place," Sunkit said. He opened his eyes again, looking across the clearing towards the pond over there. His friends had mentioned it, and he hoped that it was an open pond. After all, the last thing he needed was to find some sort of creature in it that wasn't very friendly. Of course, considering everything about this clearing, how perfect it was, he doubted there was that much danger. And if there was? Well, he was an otter. He could out-swim almost anything.

Any pretense of seriousness was abandoned as he ran across the clearing with a loud series of whoops, shouting in excitement as he hurried to the pond. The grass under his bare feet, the wind in his hair and between his legs; everything contributed to make the smile on his face get bigger and bigger with every step he took. By the time he reached the edge of the pond and leaped into the air, his grin had gotten so big that every one of his teeth were showing, and he looked almost maniacal. Not that he cared; the otter had eyes only for the pond, the cool clear water, and how much fun he could have in it.

He hit the water with the force of a cannonball, not caring for a graceful entrance at the moment. Sinking through the water more than a few feet, Sunkit held his eyes shut until he was sure that he'd stopped sinking. Letting himself float in place for a moment, he hesitated. If there was any point where things were going to start sucking, it was going to be right now, and for that reason he almost didn't want to open his eyes.

But considering that he had to see where he was going, there was little choice.

Slowly he opened his eyes, and almost gasped, stopping himself at the last minute. His eyes went wide almost immediately, the shock of the water hitting them nowhere near as strong as the shock of everything he saw around him.

This couldn't be right, he thought to himself. He looked from side to side, staring at just how much was in the pond. He saw little fish swimming near the surface and he saw bigger ones closer to the bottom. He saw long colorful plants that would have been at home in a coral reef scene waving back and forth in the still water. He even saw several shellfish in the bottom of the pond that couldn't have possibly been there naturally.

What surprised him the most, however, was not in the individual fishes, or the plant life, or even the impossible shellfish on the pond bottom. His biggest surprise lay in the fact that a giant alligator was swimming directly towards him.

Only a quick kick and brush of his tail got him out of the way of the alligator's first bite, but he still felt the vibrations through the water, a shockwave that frightened him badly. He darted off as fast as he could swim, but the alligator was already turning around, chasing after him just about as fast.

Sunkit swam between the stalks of plants, and over the schools of fish in the pond; he dove down, swimming under obstacles in the hope that the alligator would get stuck or maybe brain itself as it chased after him. He even tried going through underwater acrobatics to try and get the darn thing dizzy, anything and everything that he could think of that might have some chance of buying him a little bit of distance.

Yet each thing he tried was more useless than the one before it. The alligator powered through the clusters of fish, knocking aside those that were in its way and startling those that were not. It was quick enough and maneuverable enough to swim under the obstacles that Sunkit had picked out, and the acrobatics only managed to slow the otter down enough for the gator to get close. He looked over his shoulder as he swam frantically, the reptile right on his tail. Every few seconds, those powerful jaws opened and snapped shut, only just barely managing to miss his tail. The only good thing about the alligator being that close was that each jaw snap slowed it down a little bit, allowing him to maintain his lead for a little bit longer.

But even that wasn't doing much besides prolonging the whole ordeal. As long as he was in the water he wasn't going to be safe. That meant that he had to take a chance and get out of the water. Probably should have thought of that in the first place, but he'd have time for blaming himself later.

His lungs starting to burn, he swam towards the surface, startling the gator in his sudden change of direction enough to get a bit of a lead. His legs kicked and his arms pulled at the water, almost like he was trying to climb his way out rather than swim his way out. No more looking over his shoulder now; he needed all of his attention to keep up his speed and get to the surface.

Finally he broke through. He gasped for air, taking a quick breath before going right back down, shooting through the water like a torpedo. The sound of snapping jaws in the water told him that the alligator was still right behind him, and the fear of being chomped by the thing spurred him on to greater speed, his tail moving in minute amounts to keep him right on course. He could see the shore not too far away; he just had to reach it before the alligator got close enough to get any of his body with one of those powerful bites.

A chance school of fish swimming in front of the alligator provided the distraction he needed to get ahead. Putting out the last bit of energy he had, Sunkit zoomed forward through the water, his rapid swimming actually kicking up some bubbles in the water behind him as he left everything behind.

The muddy bank of the pond was different than he remembered, but it was slippery. Coming at it at an angle, Sunkit hit it belly first and slid right up, his momentum carrying him up out of the water and up the bank. He heaved a sigh of relief as he left the water behind, shaking his head.

Then he hit a ramp of sorts, a spot where the earth had gotten pushed up a bit. The slickness of the bank carried up to that, and he kept sliding forward to it. Hitting the ramp at high speed, he was sent flying into the air, shooting through the air away from the pond behind him. He screamed in shock, flailing his arms, legs and tail in a futile attempt to slow himself down. Instead, he managed to get himself all spread eagle when he came down on the grass at the end of the fall.

The impact knocked the air out of his lungs and rattled his head. Closing his eyes, Sunkit pulled his arms and legs together, hugging himself. "That...what...how the heck....gator...what the hell...was a gator doing...in a pond?!" he muttered to himself. "Gators aren't supposed to be in ponds...and not in the middle of nowhere! What the heck is going on? What the heck is going on?!" He could tell he was starting to get hysterical; repeating himself, hugging himself, his breathing getting faster and faster with each passing second, but he couldn't stop himself. He'd almost died. That was something that didn't happen everyday. He was allowed to be hysterical.

"Oh, get over yourself. That was just Jimmy."

Hearing someone dismiss his fears like they were nothing was jarring enough to get him to stop being hysterical. The fact that the voice was feminine was enough to make him blush. The fact that the voice was coming from someone close enough to him to be standing right behind him got him to leap up and cover himself with his hands. "AAAAH! What the hell?!" he shouted as he crossed his hands over his crotch, backpedaling away from the source of the voice as fast as he could. Of course, that only lasted for a second or two before he slammed his back against the trunk of a tree, nearly knocking the air out of him.

Slumping down against the tree, the otter kept his hands over his crotch, not daring to expose himself now that he wasn't alone anymore. Wait, he thought. He pulled his tail forward between his legs, the nice thick rudder enough to keep him covered and at least somewhat decent. He used his now free hand to reach back and rub the sore back of his head. "What...what's going on?" he muttered. "Who..." He looked up, intending to ask who was there, but he paused in mid-sentence, not able to finish his question.

After all, it was clear just what was in front of him. She was rather tall, two feet taller than him, and looked down at him with piercing hawk eyes. Covered in white and steel gray feathers, she was dressed in a leather skirt with a series of cloth strips wrapped around her chest, just covering her bust. Her arms were as feathered as the rest of her body, and so were the fingers. Unlike some of the avians he knew, she didn't have wings coming out of her back; her arms seemed to be a mix of wings and functional limbs, instead.

His eyes drifted down from hers, not really able to meet that predatory gaze. She had a curvy sort of figure, understated but definitely there. Her hips flared more than her breasts did, he noticed, though he made sure that he didn't pay too much attention to that. Didn't want to give her the wrong idea, after all. Drifting down from her hips to her legs, he noticed that she had a yellowish set of scales from the knee down, feathers up from there. Her legs were slightly skinnier than he was used to seeing, and her feet ended with sharp talons for toes.

He took all of that in inside of five seconds before slowly looking back up at her face. Not her eyes; those scared him. "Who...who are you?" he managed to squeeze out.

"I'm the person who takes care of the lake over there and the forest around us," the falcon said. She nodded her head to the water. "You want to tell me what you were doing swimming in a protected lake?"

"Lake? It's a pond, and there was an alligator in there!" Sunkit protested.

Sighing, the falcon did something that he hadn't expected in the least. She slapped him. Hard. And despite the fact that her hand was covered in feathers, it was not a soft blow. "Look." She pointed back the way the otter had come. "Does that look like a pond to you?"

He started talking even as he looked. "Of course it - " He cut off as he looked where she was pointing.

It didn't. Look like a pond, that was. The water stretched out for as far as he could see, extending past the roots of trees in the distance without disappearing. Creatures swam along the top and birds flew over it, like was an expanse of ocean or a great lake back from where he lived. That...that was not the pond that he'd jumped into just a few minutes ago, not even close.

"What...what is that?" he asked, pointing a shaky finger at the lake.

"It's a protected lake, idiot," she said with a shake of her head. "You were swimming in one of the few places still left that have a bit of cleanliness to it, one of the few environments left that actually can sustain life."

Sunkit shook his head. "No, I mean, what is it? I jumped into a pond, and then -"

"Oh, not another one." The falcon shook her head, rubbing a feathered hand against her face. "Are you telling me you came from somewhere different? Let me guess, you just jumped into the water, closed your eyes, and when you opened them, you were somewhere different?"

"Huh?"

"Every year, someone or other comes through the lake talking about some strange world on the other side. One person talked about a world of rabbits and warrens, and another talked of dragons and their dungeons. Just last year some vixen came through talking about metal things that carry people around in them, fed by some sort of liquid." The falcon shook her head. "Are you from one of those? Or do you have some sort of new story for me?"

He shook his head, unable to bring himself to answer. This happened regularly for the falcon? Did that mean there was something about the pond back home that would lead him here, or maybe back again? Or was there something about this particular lake that pulled people here? Either way, something strange was going on, and he didn't have a clue just what it was.

He forced himself to look her in the eyes. "I think...I might have come from the world that they mentioned. Was it something with cars and planes or something like that?" he asked.

"I think that might have been the words that they used," the falcon admitted. "Not that it matters; they never were able to figure out a way back, and I don't think that you're going to have any better luck than they did." She nodded her head to the woods. The trees surrounding them had a few graves here and there at the edges of the clearing, marked in some language that he couldn't really understand. "They eventually stopped trying. Most of them committed suicide out of depression from being unable to get back, and being unable to get out of the forest. Are you going to be one of those?"

"Suicide?" Sunkit wasn't sure. He didn't think that he would get that depressed out here, but considering that he might be stuck here, without any way to get back...."Is there any way out of the forest? Maybe there's someone out there that might actually be able to tell me how to get back."

For some reason, the falcon glared at him. Previously indifferent, her eyes were now filled with rage. "And what makes you think that you're going to get out of here, or that I would let you go for that matter?" She stepped forward until she stood right in front of the otter, looking down at him even as he shrank away from her. "Do you think that I can just let anyone in and out of this forest? This is the place that I'm sworn to protect. I gave an oath to the government out there to keep this place safe and tended to, and having people coming and going only makes that more difficult."

"So...is that a no?" Sunkit said, pressing his body against the tree in a vain effort to keep away from her.

"That's a no." The falcon grabbed the otter by the arm and pulled him in close. "I know you're probably in shock, but I'm getting sick and tired of dealing with strangers that don't have a clue about what they're getting into out here, coming from strange places and making my life more difficult, so I'm going to be blunt. You're stuck here for the rest of your life. Now, if you want to make things easier for yourself, why don't you do something useful while I make sure that the lake animals aren't too agitated by your presence?" Sunkit watched her turn and walk towards the lake, muttering something under her breath about idiotic strangers.

Turning from her, he looked towards the trees again. No matter how hard he stared at them, he couldn't find any sign of a way out, nor could he see the edge of the forest. This definitely wasn't a smaller sort of woods, not something as small as the one back on earth. Maybe he could find his way through, maybe not, but at least out here he could see where things were. The forest was dark enough and shadowy enough - despite it being full noon - for the ground and trees in the distance to be completely impossible to see. If it was that bad from here, he didn't want to think about how hard it would be to find his way through the darkness.

Also, he wasn't sure if he would be alone in the forest. If this was one of the last places of unpolluted land out here, there were probably a lot of animals relocated here to keep them safe, or so he imagined. Those might be predators, and considering he was naked and alone except for the falcon, he didn't think his chances of survival were all that good.

"Well...maybe I can find something useful to do," Sunkit muttered. He pulled his tail around as best he could, keeping it over his crotch. Despite the fact that he and the female seemed to be alone here, he didn't want to expose himself. Wandering towards the treeline, he kept an eye out for anything that looked edible. "Maybe I can find some fruit or something."

The otter wandered through the edge of the treeline, sliding past the outer line of trees only when he was sure that there was nothing dangerous on the other side. He was definitely not alone; the sounds of creatures filled his ears, and now and then he heard the howls of wolves. They were infrequent, but they were very loud, echoing through the densely packed trees, and every time the otter heard them he nearly leaped out of his skin before running back to the open, safe clearing.

The only reason he even went back in was because of the falcon's request. Considering that he was infringing her on her territory - and more importantly, considering just how sharp that beak and those feet looked - the best thing seemed to be to keep her happy. And...

And there was something about her, something that made him a little curious. Despite her gruff and abrasive demeanor, he was sure that there was something he was missing. If she was as annoyed at the others as she said she was, he would have thought she'd do something about him, either get rid of him or just toss him back to the alligator. Maybe she needed some help with the forest and hoped he'd help her with it? Or maybe there was something that she needed done outside the forest, something that he could help with as a messenger?

"Yeah, maybe that's it," Sunkit muttered under his breath as he continued his search, picking up a few nuts and a few likely looking berries here and there. "I mean, I have to be positive, right? And if I can get somewhere a little more populated, maybe I can find someone that knows about these lakes and portals and everything else." The more that he talked to himself as he picked up supplies, the better that Sunkit felt about the whole situation. He could get out of this; he just needed time to figure out -

"GOD DAMN IT!"

He almost jumped out of his skin at the loud shout, grabbing one of the low hanging branches as he actually did leap off of the ground. Halfway up on top of the branch before he could stop himself, Sunkit paused with one leg thrown over the branch and looked back and forth frantically. He slowed as he noticed that there was nothing and nobody near him, and slowly lowered himself back to the ground. Turning towards the clearing, he saw the falcon kicking at the ground in the distance and shaking her fists at something or other; whatever was the target of her ire was invisible to him from this distance.

Wondering what she was angry about, the otter walked away from the trees and across the clearing. Keeping a grip on his tail with one hand to keep his crotch covered and using his free hand to hold the food he'd gathered, he tiptoed up behind her. "Um..." He cleared his throat. "Um, are you alright?"

She turned to him with a terrible glare in her eyes. "Of course I'm alright. I'm always alright." Her clenched fists tightened and released a few times before she finally opened them again with a sigh. "I'm fine. Now, did you do anything useful?"

"You sure you're alright?" he asked hesitantly. "I, erm, heard you yell. Loudly."

With a shake of her head, the falcon pointed back to the lake. "It's just something I saw...don't worry about it. It's nothing to do with you. Now, did you do anything useful?" she asked.

"Well...I got some food." He held out his hand, offering her the roots and the berries and the nuts he'd been able to find. Blushing, he looked away. "I don't really know anything about the woods, or if the plants here are very similar to where I come from, but I thought maybe some of this could be edible...so you didn't have to go hunting, or...or gathering, or whatever it is you do."

He watched her eyes tighten as she looked down at his offering and winced inside. Okay, did he mess up, he wondered. Did he make a mistake again?

The answer was a blatant yes as she smacked his hand, sending everything falling to the ground. "You really are useless, aren't you? You don't have a thing that you can do right; everything you picked was either poisonous or inedible. I don't know what the hell I'm going to be able to do with you without going completely and totally crazy."

Each rebuke made Sunkit shrink back a little bit more, hunching his shoulders against the verbal blows. He turned his head to the scattered plants as she kept talking, feeling like a fool for believing he might have been able to find something to help her with. He'd hoped that maybe he could be somewhat useful to her; instead, he had only made the whole situation worse.

Desperate to find some way to change the subject and maybe find a way to make up for what he had done, he pointed at the lake. "What happened to make you yell? Maybe there's something I can do about that, since I messed up here."

To his surprise, the falcon didn't fly into a rage, nor did she look at him with dismissing disdain. She didn't even bother to answer him.

Instead, she twitched a few times before falling over laughing, actually falling to the ground and hugging her arms around her stomach as she rolled around laughing. Her eyes were closed and tears slipped down her beak as she guffawed with glee. Sunkit didn't know what ot make of it; all he could do was stare in shock and wait for some sort of explanation.

Her laughter went on and on, and Sunkit blushed as she kept it up. It felt like she was laughing at him rather than his question, and he got redder and redder in the face as time went on. "Come on, what happened? I'm not that incompetent; maybe I really can help, if you just tell me what the heck is going on."

"Maybe...hehehehe....maybe you're...hehe...right," the falcon said as she finally got a hold of herself. Wiping her eyes with a quick swipe of her finger, she slowly pulled herself to her feet. She stumbled for a moment before getting her feet under her again. "Okay, I haven't laughed that hard in a very long time. Maybe I should just make you into a jester for me; if nothing else, you seem to be good enough at playing the fool."

"Very funny," the otter muttered, rubbing his cheeks as they kept burning. "But really, what got you so mad?"

Sighing, the falcon pointed over her shoulder to the lake, and Sunkit followed her gesture. At first, he wasn't really sure what she was pointing at. After all, the animals on the shore of the lake and on the surface didn't seem to be acting any differently than they had been earlier.

Then he noticed several wolves at the lakeshore. He wasn't sure if they had come out to get a drink of water or something, but they certainly weren't doing that now. The female was bent forward, and the other was over her back, humping away at her. He blushed worse as he turned away. "Um...was...were you meaning those two wolves?" he asked. She nodded at him. "Why? What's the matter with what they're...well....I mean, yeah, it's weird to see, but I don't know why it would make you angry, unless they're not supposed to."

"They're supposed to; hell, I'm supposed to actually get some sex around here now and then. That's the problem."

Sunkit blinked in confusion, making the falcon groan. "Yes, I am supposed to have sex around here too; or at least, I'd like to. Not with them, don't you worry about that."

"Then...why don't you?"

"You see anybody around here besides you and me?"

That was true. The two of them were the only bipedal creatures in sight, and from what the falcon had said earlier, there had been little in the way of other people here in the forest for a while. The others that had come through the portal in the lake had died - killed themselves, his memory reminded him - and that had robbed her of even the basic companionship of someone else. If any of them had offered her any relief, something told him that it was barely a memory for the falcon at this point, if that.

"Well...erm...guess I can't help after all," Sunkit said. He backed up a few steps as the falcon absently nodded, pulling his tail a little further up between his legs to keep himself covered. With more than a little embarrassment, he hurried over to the treeline, sitting down with his back against the trunk of a tree.

He leaned his head back with a slight sigh. Well, that was one explanation of why she was so cranky; anyone who went that long without some form of relief probably would have a great deal of pent up aggression, and without anything to take it out on, it would only keep building. Did she even masturbate, he wondered.

The thought of the falcon enjoying herself suddenly made him blush, and he shook his head as he pushed the thoughts away. That wasn't appropriate, and he certainly wasn't going to keep picturing that, even if it was a little bit sexy. Would have been sexier if she had a dick instead, but that was something impossible. "Heh, this whole thing is impossible," Sunkit said as he closed his eyes.

The sunlight filling the clearing was starting to abate, the whole place starting to get a little dark. Though he was in a strange world, the otter was pretty sure that he was safe enough where he was. He was far enough from the lake not to have to worry about anything in it, and if there was something in the forest that wanted to have him for a midnight snack...well, he was pretty sure that the falcon would do something to keep him around. She wouldn't want to lose her only bit of companionship, he was sure. Pretty sure.

Wiggling against the tree a little bit, the otter gradually got a little more comfortable. Using his tail like a small covering to make sure he wasn't exposed in the middle of the night, he slowly slipped off into dreamland.

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A strong grip on his arm woke him up. The following brief flight through the air and impact on the ground after being thrown from that strong grip made sure that he wasn't going to be sleepy again anytime soon.

He landed on his stomach with an 'oof', groaning. "Ugh, what the heck?!" he muttered, turning his head as he got his hands under him.

He fell right back to the ground as they were kicked out from under him, the pressure of a foot on the back of his head keeping him pinned down. He tried to struggle against it, but all he got for his troubles was a great deal of mud pressed against his chin, staining his fur and matting it down. When he kept trying, the owner of the foot on his head only pushed him down harder, shoving his face against the muddy ground hard enough to keep him from being able to breathe.

As the air in his lungs was used up, his struggles got weaker and weaker. Desperate for the slightest breath, the otter flailed out with his arms, hoping that he might be able to get his attacker's leg or something, maybe knock them off balance. But either they were standing too far away or he just couldn't move quick enough, because the pressure on his head got worse, and he only wound up using more of his precious air supply.

Only when he was almost out of air did the pressure stop, and he yanked his head up as fast as he could, sucking in air like a drowning swimmer. As soon as he had recovered enough to actually speak, he did the only thing he could think of. "HEEEEEELP!" he shouted, hoping that the falcon was in earshot.

"No need to shout. I'm right behind you."

Sunkit whipped his head around immediately, staring at the silhouette behind him. It was the falcon alright, standing with her arms crossed and a cocky grin on her face. She advanced on him, lifting up one foot and pressing it at the small of his back. The feeling of her toe claws against his back froze him in place, not daring to struggle against the predator's touch. "You know, I think that I found something that you can be useful for. It's not something I'd usually pick someone like you for, but I'm pretty desperate at this point."

"W-what?" Sunkit asked with a whimper. Those toe claws were dancing along the base of his spine, just above his tail. Any sort of pressure from the falcon at all could start prodding him in a way that could draw blood, and he was afraid to tempt her. "W-what do you want? What can I do?"

His fur stood on end as those talons stroked teasingly along his back, the falcon seemingly ignoring his question. "Hehehe, you were wondering how you could be helpful...I didn't think that there would be ANYTHING you could be good for, but there's one thing that anything that walks on two legs could do for me." The talons tickled his back a little bit before they were finally removed. "On your back."

He didn't question, he just moved, laying on his back almost before she was done commanding it. Too afraid to move, his tail laid flat on the ground, pushing his legs apart just a little bit and leaving him exposed again. "What...what do you want from me?" Sunkit asked, looking up at her with wide eyes.

Her silhouette framed with moonlight from the full moon, she looked almost as otherworldly as the rest of the clearing. She looked over his naked body all too familiarly, the only sound passing her lips a little chuckle now and then. Due to the way the moon shone behind her, he couldn't quite tell what part of his body she looked at at any given time, but he could swear that she was paying more than a little attention to his sheath. Just the thought of being evaluated like this by someone else - a stronger predator, too - made his sheath bulge more, the tip of his shaft pointing out ever so slightly.

Then she actually took a step forward, bringing her foot down on his belly. The toes and the bottom of the foot were almost touching his sheath, and the proximity of a bare foot so close to his intimate parts made him blush a bit. She ground her foot against him, the side of her foot just barely brushing the tip of his member. Each second of contact between his groin and her foot got him a little bit harder,and the momentary brushes from the side of her foot against his cock tip slowly turned into constant touches as he got harder and harder, pushing more and more out of his sheath.

"Well, that gets rid of the last little worry I had," the falcon said with a chuckle. She drummed the tips of her claws along the underside of the otter's cock, making him both further aroused and slightly afraid, the sharp tips constantly threatening something a little more brutal than the light drumming he was getting. "You're not too small...would have been nice to get you a little larger, but beggars can't be choosers."

"Can't be - what are you talking about?! Tell me!" he shouted, squirming under her drumming toes.

She squeezed her toes together, curling them around the top of the otter's shaft. He gasped as they squeezed, the taloned toes as flexible as fingers in this respect. She jerked him off with her foot for a few strokes before letting go. "I told you before, the only two-legged creatures around here are you...and me..." The falcon straddled him, standing with one foot on each side of his hips before squatting down. He blushed as he felt her sex against his crotch, moist pussy lips rubbing along his exposed shaft. "I've gone without any fucking relief for the last few years...and I'm going to get all that I want tonight." She leaned in, her beak not even an inch from his face. "Got it?"

Sunkit nodded. Considering her beak was only a few inches from his face, and the hook of it looked more than sharp enough to drag parts of his pelt off if he disagreed, the otter didn't really have a choice. "Um...what...what do you want me to do?"

"Just lay there, stay hard, and don't you DARE cum until I say!" the falcon said with a glare. "And I think you need to start calling me by something."

"Um...maybe...maybe your name?"

"No, no, too simple," the falcon said with a laugh. "You will call me Mistress. Mistress Nimana, if you have to call me by something more than that, but Mistress will be simple enough." She pulled her face back from his, staring down at him with a grin on her face. Her pussy lips ground against his cock, and he moaned despite himself. "Yes, yes...oh, it's been so long since I've felt an actual cock between my legs..."

He imagined that it had been quite some time since she had, but he wanted to get out of here. Despite the offer of easy pussy, this falcon was crazy. Having him call her mistress, begging him to fuck her - well, not begging, but commanding - and then threatening him if he didn't actually do well...The otter was sure that sticking around here was the dumbest idea. He looked at her eyes, saw that they were closed for the moment, and frantically looked around. His hands dug into the ground, trying to find something - a rock, a twig, a branch, anything - that he could use to get the crazy bird off of his hips.

Despite trying to be subtle, his actions didn't go unnoticed; even as he struggled to get his hand on something, Nimana leaned forward, grabbing him by the neck. "You better not be thinking of getting away. You're not, are you?" she asked softly.

"No, no!" he said with a rapid shake of his head. "Just...just trying to get...get comfortable, you know."

She shook her head with a chuckle. "Well, I can understand that. But you better be comfortable now, because I'm not waiting for that dick one second more. Get ready to get fucked."

Without any further warning, she grabbed hold of his dick with her free hand, lifting her hips slightly. The tip of the otter's cock rubbed against her pussy lips for a few seconds, getting lubed up with her juices before finally sliding in. Nimana rolled her head back with a moan, and despite the situation, Sunkit couldn't help but do the same. Feeling his cock in such a warm tight hole was great; he just wished he had a choice in the matter.

Wasting no time, the falcon quickly started bouncing up and down on his cock. Every pull up squeezed his shaft hard, as if her pussy didn't want to let any bit of him out, and every thrust back down was hard, fast, and wet, splashing her juices across his groin. She moaned loudly with every bounce, her legs flexing as she rode his cock harder than Sunkit could have believed possible; she was a blur of speed, of sex, of need, and she showed no signs of stopping anytime soon.

For his part, Sunkit could only hang on for the ride of his life. Due to the way she moved, and how she was keeping him pinned down, he couldn't even reach out for her hips or her breasts, or anything, really. All he could do was lay back and let her use his dick as a toy. He blushed as she moaned louder and louder, the warm pussy juice covering his groin slowly starting to cool in the night air. Not that he could feel it that well; even as it cooled, fresh juices - whether it was her pussy juice or his pre, he couldn't tell - flowed down to replace them, keeping his balls and the base of his shaft coated with sex juices.

It went on and on, the falcon bouncing along his cock. Her pussy quivered now and then, and every few minutes she threw back her head with a shriek of pleasure. Each time she did that, her pussy squeezed down on him extra tight, and Sunkit realized that she was getting multiple orgasms out of this. Maybe there was a chance she would find him useful enough to not need this quite so much?

Because this was not consensual sex, no matter the pleasure he was getting from it. Every time he tried to struggle, all the falcon had to do was lean forward and press her beak against him for a second, and he'd go completely still in fear again. Or he would look to the side and see her taloned feet, the claws at the toes, and lose any will to resist. And she was not gentle in how she was using him, either. Every bounce along his cock ended with bruising force as she slammed back down against his groin, her hips meeting his with sharp slaps. Even her tightness was a barrier to true pleasure for him, as she squeezed down on him so hard that he was sure he was going to get a friction burn. It was only because of the massive amount of pre and pussy juice coating his cock that he was able to get into her at all.

He was left gasping for breath at the assault on his senses, and even as she threatened him with her sharp beak again and again, he begged for mercy, gasping the words quietly for fear of speaking too loudly. When they went ignored, he gradually asked louder, and louder, until he was shouting for her to stop, for her to get off of him, or at least go easier on him.

But no matter how much he grunted or pleaded or shouted for her to stop, she kept riding his cock. It was only barely pleasurable anymore, and hurt more than it was good. But her pussy was so tight, and gripped his cock so well, that there was no way that he could go soft until she was done with him or until he came.

Gasping in pain and need, Sunkit finally gave up, shutting up and going still. He just looked up at the female riding him, pleading that he'd get to cum soon so that this would be over.

It took him two hours to finally get relief. The falcon - Mistress Nimana, he supposed he should think of her as - took him in as many positions as she could think of. Normal and reverse cowgirl were only the start; she forced him into doing missionary and doggy style, her clawed feet pressing against his back and his butt to keep him from running away. She made him do her in the wheelbarrow position, and even managed to get him into the trees to fuck him in mid-air. Every moment with her was all about her, though; if he showed any signs of climax, she grabbed at him with her beak or her clawed feet, giving him just enough pain to keep him from going over the edge.

But finally, after two hours, she consented to let him have his orgasm. She went back to riding him cow-girl style on the ground, and no longer bounced on him with such powerful force. And finally, with pleasure overtaking pain and fear, he hit his climax. Arching his back with sheer need, he pumped his load deep into her. Her shriek of pleasure, echoing around the clearing, announced her own orgasm, as did a final clench around his dick.

Utterly exhausted, Sunkit collapsed against the ground.

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It wasn't the morning light that woke him up again. Instead, it was a full moon. A very feathery full moon, placed right on his face, smothering it and keeping him from struggling away.

"What's going on here?!" he shouted. Or rather, he tried to shout. His words were muffled against the feathery ass pinning him down. He flailed around, trying to get a little leverage to force the falcon off of him, but just like before, there was none to be had.

Rather than getting an immediate answer, he felt her foot against his cock again, stroking it a few times. Despite himself, he could already feel it getting erect. "You didn't think I was going to let you sleep too long, did you?" Nimana said, her voice slight muffled due to her butt being on his face. "After all, you're the only other two-legged person around here. I have years of chastity to get out of my system, and you're going to keep helping me with that." She chuckled, still stroking him with her foot despite having already gotten him hard. "Oh, I'll feed you and keep you safe...so long as you do EVERYTHING I say, and give me at least ten orgasms a day. Now, why don't you start working that tongue along my ass...I've heard that it feels really good, and I want to test that out."

Whimpering, Sunkit slowly slid his tongue out and did what he was told. What else could he do?