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Anthro Sex Squad Story 3 - Oaky's Story

By Killenor

Arc 1 - Origins

Chapter 7

Myco crept around under the windows of the hut. This would be the day he would get all the knowledge he needed to springboard his political career. The youngest seat on the council of elders and all the privileges, respect, and adulation they had would be his. It would all thanks to his newest acquisitions and his incredible cunning. All he needed was one more thing to set his plan in stone.

Sassafras, the eldest toad on the council, was a paragon of virtue. In all his years Myco had never seen the old female do anything against the "norm" of toad-folk society. If he could only find her weak-point he would be able to blackmail the entire council into letting him have a seat. Once he sat on the council, life would fall into place.

He risked raising one brown-gold eye to peer into the window. There she was, disrobing for the evening in the main room of her hut. She placed a handful of precious human and fairy wrought metal rings in a small lockbox, following it with an iron circlet and a bronze bracelet. Locking her jewelry away, she let her smooth silken robes slip down her shoulders.

Myco, hoping for some sign of blackmail material, was struck by just how attractive Sassafras was. Despite her aged face, she had the body of someone a third her age, totally smooth and proportioned just right. Myco caught himself staring in spite of himself. While Ripple had been a quite adequate mate over the last two years, he could not deny that Sassafras was much more attractive.

Fully nude now, she ran her hands up and down that fabulous body. Her delicate fingers explored every inch of flesh while her face bore what could only be a look of total satisfaction. After a brief, but titillating display, Sassafras reached for an artistic enameled pitcher and poured it all over herself.

Myco had expected water, clear and possibly steaming, to emerge. This, however, was not water at all. Whatever it was, it was viscous and lavender. The liquid splashed onto her body and seemed to envelop her completely in a thin veil. The pitcher fell to the floor and was kicked out of the way as Sassafras' hands went to work once again.

Through the window Myco witnessed a transformation as he had never seen. Sassafras worked the sticky fluid into her skin as though applying a balm or ointment, and as her hands pressed it into her flesh it disappeared as if it had never been! Most stunning was the effect as even her supple, beautiful body became doubly so. Her face too was transformed into a vision of loveliness with bumps like elegant constellations upon it. What emerged from the goo was a brand new woman, fresh and young as if her tail had only faded yesterday.

Shocked beyond belief, Myco could only stare at the ravishing toad-woman as she took a little time to dance around her hut. She paused at a full-length mirror to admire her youthful curves. Her perfect hands ran down the length of the mirror-frame as she drew closer, and for an instant Myco almost believed Sassafras was going to try to interact with her own reflection.

The truth was even more shocking, for as she pulled away the mirror swung open after her. Acting as if this were completely natural, Sassafras stepped behind it and disappeared from view. The mirror swung shut a moment later leaving an empty room.

Myco made for the front door at a run. Whatever was happening behind that mirror, he had to know more. All of this was just what he needed to fuel the climb to success that would surely mark his political career. Sassafras was obviously possessed of powerful magicks, magicks that would prove most useful if he could just get hold of them.

The door was barred, a thick plank preventing even the strongest toad from gaining entry. Myco smirked at such a feeble barrier and took only a moment to fumble around in his belt. A flexible saw blade, thin and rough, emerged in his hand. It took only a moment for his practiced hands to feed it through the space around the doorframe. A minute of vigorous sawing had the crude door-lock disabled. A curved bar pushed the now loose end apart to be able to open the door. Rushing in, he headed straight to the mirror.

A heave offered nothing, not even a shake from the mirror on the wall. Always canny of such things, the toad-man ran his hands along the sides of the mirror, attempting to mimic every little gesture he had seen through the window. Only a moment more and he jumped as his fingers slipped into secret catches. A slight click saw him disengage some sort of locking mechanism and the mirror felt heavy in his hands. Pulling it open he peered into a surprisingly well lit and finely structured stairwell.

Stone stairs, perfectly flat and smooth, wound their way down. From somewhere below, Myco could hear sounds; heavy breathing, moans, and trills. As he made his way stealthily down the stairs, taking care to keep his vision well ahead of the rest of his body. After what must have been forty steps the stairwell opened into a vast room all of it exquisitely decorated.

With his large golden eyes poking around the opening, Myco could clearly see the huge tile mosaics that covered the walls and floor, all lit by decorative sconces that seemed to have no fire at all. The mosaics were of all manner of amphibian figures, all surrounded by patterns that were pleasing to the eye. Within the chamber were decadent accommodations. Elegant tables groaned with decor and platters of delicacies, huge plush pillows covered large sections of floor, and there was even a fountain flowing gracefully in the center of the room.

Nearly lost in all of the splendor were the inhabitants of the chamber. Myco had been so busy studying everything that he completely missed the beautiful form of Sassafras cavorting in the fountain. It took only a pleasured croak to snap his senses back on his goals.

If the other council members knew about THIS, he thought schemingly, their minds would burst like bubbles. Sassafras had her own fountain, a luxury... everything! Magicks and splendor as he had never known existed!

A flitter of wings caught his eye, telling him that Sassafras was not here alone. Training his eyes away once again from the finery in the room and back onto her luscious body, he realized that she was dallying with at least five other figures.

A male toad, the largest and most handsome Myco had ever seen, was busy massaging Sassafras's back, kneading her glands in a way that Myco could only wish Ripple knew how to do. A squat little dirt-colored creature also worked at that alluring skin, but this time massaging the council-woman's tight, smooth legs. Hovering above on insectile wings was what looked like a small naked human, feeding Sassafras delicious treats each time she opened her mouth. The fourth was a broad and muscular creature with skin the color of polished silver that fanned the orgy with a feather that was larger than any he had ever seen. Finally, what looked like an elvish maid composed entirely of water swam about beneath the group.

Myco took a moment to wonder about this scene. He had never beheld such creatures in his life, though he could guess that these beings could be none other than the fae-folk he had heard tales of. What power Sassafras must have if she were able to cavort and dally with ones such as these.

The water-maid reached a translucent hand up from the surface directly between Sassafras's legs. Her delicate fingers gently touching and rubbing about the tender slit of the council-toads cloaca. Sassafras cooed and squirmed at the moist touch of her companion, relishing in the smooth softness that the bath-oil softened maiden carried with her. The maid sent watery ripples and pulses along the length of her hand adding a most stimulating vibration to her touch.

This turn of events amazed Myco. He could not understand why Sassafras was allowing her cloaca to be touched in such a manner. As far as he knew, that act was reserved strictly for the mating pond and only when the female was ready to produce her eggs. This far out of season it made no sense for her to be enjoying it, but all evidence showed that she was clearly enraptured by the touch.

The maid's pulsing hand pushed onward, going so far as to spread the swollen, sensitive lips and push a finger inside. Myco's mind raced as not only was he shown something he had never seen before, but that Sassafras let out a room-shaking croak of sheer joy. He watched transfixed as the inserted finger became wider and wider, pulsing with ever greater frequency and intensity as the sounds of unparalleled bliss surged from Sassafras's panting mouth. The flying creature had stopped delivering his treats and even joined in the fun, hands playing about her smooth chest and beautiful wide belly.

This was it! Whatever happened now, all he had to do was show proof that a council-woman was consorting with the fae and he could have anything he ever wanted. All he had to do was turn away and his dreams would come true. All he had to do...

... turn away... stop watching... move back up the stairs and...

It was so compelling. It looked so pleasurable.

Myco couldn't help himself. As he watched, his hand drifted down between his own legs, down into his trousers. It really did feel good to touch himself. At least as good as it was when he mated with Ripple. How was it that no one ever talked about this? The council and the sages all made it seem like the mating pond was the ultimate feeling... and then only once a year.

A moan escaped from the toad-man's surprised throat. He simply couldn't help himself; it was all just too good. It was like being surrounded in a haze of warm fluff as he made his way down the steps, taking care to keep at least one hand actively delighting himself. Myco only barely noticed the hands upon him, but oh how good they felt.

Something was happening, but for the life of him, he could not understand a thing at that moment. The feelings were all that mattered right now. Even his vision was obscured, though it really didn't matter at the moment.

Words were being said around him, but nothing they said really meant anything. Those hands, they really knew what they were doing. There were two rubbing his chest, another pair massaging his smooth thighs, and yet another pair caressing his poison-glands. Then another pair, these taking hold of his hips but not caressing... holding.

Something pressed against his backside, something firm and long... at least as long as his whole hand. A wave of apprehension battled with his pleasure-fog as he felt it rub against his cloacal vent. A hand rubbed between his tender lips, spreading some sort of slickery around and within him. Something in the back of his mind told him something was not right.

In an instant he was back, mostly clear-headed and lucid. Sassafras was right in front of him, staring into his eyes and caressing his cloaca. The other hands upon him were from her companions. Panic rose within him, knowing that he was now at the mercy of someone vastly more powerful than he. The penalties of toad-folk society concerning theft and malicious prowling were dire indeed, but if his captor now chose to do worse...

"Worry not young one, I will not harm you" came a voice smoother and more melodious than he had ever thought possible... not at all pretty to Myco's tympana, "Bring him down into the chamber."

"Wha... why?" Myco sputtered.

"You would have gotten away with it," Sassafras cooed, "I never even suspected that you were around. But my friends here, you see they feel every touch of ground and shift of wind. You have no stealth against them and no guard especially against Whisper's special command of aerosol aphrodisiacs."

"Don't be alarmed my little toad," said the squat dirt-man, "We would not harm you, but leave now and you will miss out on our little game."

"G-g-game?"

"Oh yes," burbled the water-maid in what could possibly be a giggle, "We love our game very much. It is called, 'let's feel good'. I'm sure you'll take to it quickly, just about everyone does."

"And the sooner we start, the sooner we win." whispered the sylph in a passionately breathy tone.

"We shall take about your political future later," Sassafras stated firmly, "For now, let us not foul the party."

And once again, the hands were upon him. As they found his new favorite places, he was sure that this was definitely no wrong thing.