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Tales Of Morveria: Pethouse #02 - Smitten

A Young Man's Rejection Leads Him to New Love

By Mantrid Brizon

Standing frozen, gripped by despair, the young man gazes with watery eyes.

“I'm sorry. That's just how I feel." She sternly replies.

“But why, Mara? Why?!"

“Because, Voris, I'm a healthy and attractive female. I need a man, a strong man, a fearless man! I need a man who can fight for me and provide. You... Well... Look at you. You look like you're about to cry!" She exclaims, gazing up at him.

“I-I'm not..." His shaking breath reveals his anguish. “I just-"

“Listen, Voris..." Mara interrupts, devoid of fear. “You're very nice, and nice is good! But... Well... I'm looking for something else, someone stronger and more assertive... Someone like... Graizen!"

“Graizen?! But he's a bully! He pushes people around and takes advantage of them! ... And he's almost ten years older than us!!!"

“Yeah." She swoons. “He's wonderful, isn't he?!"

The young adult stands in shock, seeing the flushing of her cheeks and the desire in her eyes. Even the sound of her voice has softened tremendously, and Graizen isn't anywhere to be found.

“He's so strong and willful. He makes me feel safe and secure... I bet he's an animal in be-!... Er... Anyway..." Her cheeks turn bright red as she fights back a lusty grin. “I just don't feel that way about you. If you were stronger and less... I don't know... Childish? Maybe then I could be yours. I'm sorry... I hope you have a good life, Voris. Truly." She speaks softly, gently rubbing his forearm.

Suddenly, and as if nothing had ever happened, Mara turns around, her long, golden hair swishing through the air. She quite literally skips away from him, softly humming a well-known song. It only deepens the pain in Voris' heart. He's such a good man; thoughtful, polite and kind to everyone, and he even helps the poor! Why would a woman as fine as Mara seek the affections of a vicious thug like Graizen?! It just doesn't make any sense! Voris cannot wrap his mind around her decision to reject him, and so he turns and heads back home, sulking and shuffling his feet.

Upon reaching his parents' house, the stone-built dwelling common among his people, Voris is greeted by his mother, father, and two younger siblings. The youngest child, his sister, teases him for crying, only for Voris to exclaim that dust had flown into his eyes. His younger brother snickers, shaking his head. Voris nearly gasps. Is he truly not masculine?! He turns to his parents only for his mother to approach and envelope him in her eternally loving embrace.

“Oh, my poor baby boy! What's wrong?!"

“Nothing. I'm fine, mom." He replies.

“But my sweet little Voris is crying!" She coos, wiping his cheeks with a soft cloth and kissing his head, to the amusement of his siblings.

“Stop coddling him!" His father grumbles, resting his face in his hands.

“I'm just showing my concern!" She cheerfully retorts, petting Voris' head. “It's okay, Voris. You can tell mommy what's wrong."

“Nothing!" He gently pushes her away. “I-I told you... I just... Dust flew in my eyes, that's all."

“Okay, precious." She accepts his answer, while his father rolls his eyes in the background. “I'm about to make dinner! I'll cook your favorite meal!"

“Mom never treats us like that..." His little brother quietly remarks to his sister.

Sitting down to their evening meal, Voris can feel the stares of his family. His mother is perpetually concerned about her firstborn, his younger siblings take a sinister glee in his melancholy, while his father silently chastises him, as he often does. He's only thankful that none of them knew that he was going to express his feelings to Mara, the girl who lives three houses down. Prime for marriage, and having always been kind to him, Voris was certain that she'd agree to his proposal; he told everyone what he was planning, except his family.

“So... Since you're a man now and ready to start a family, perhaps you'd like to work with me in the shop? We could use another strong man on the anvil." His father speaks in his typical, stern condescension.

“I suppose I sh-"

“Voris is so feeble, he couldn't even quench a sword in the great sea." His younger brother rudely interjects.

“That doesn't even make sense. I would have said, 'Voris is so feeble he couldn't open a bag of flour with the sharpest knife.'" His little sister chirps.

“Don't speak that way about your elder brother!" His mother barks, always eager to defend her firstborn son.

“I'd like to be excused..." Voris sighs and rises from his seat, unwilling to face any further ridicule.

“Are you asking?" His father flashes a strange smile.

Voris' heart races. Is this a test? If he says 'no,' his father could assert dominance and humiliate him, but if he says 'yes' then he's only proving to himself and his family that he's still a child. What a treacherous question! Voris gulps and takes a deep breath.

“No. I was just giving fair warning." He finally replies, to the shock of everyone.

“Well, alright then!" His father chirps, visibly surprised.

Voris walks confidently past his flabbergasted family and retires to his bedroom, but the facade wears off the moment he closes the door. Sitting upon his bed, he stares out a window, gazing upon the quaint village beyond the walls of his parents' home. The pain of Mara's rejection is insurmountable, but what troubles him even more than her refusal to give him a chance is her off-handed remark. She almost admitted her desires to Voris' face! He knows in his heart that Mara, the sweet and gentle creature, seeks the most carnal of pleasures with the gruff and foul Graizen.

Perhaps she'd skipped all the way to his house? Perhaps she's lying face down atop the older man's bed, her clothes torn asunder, her pristine loins being violated by the thug's manhood?! Could she be wailing his name right now?!?! The rage builds inside of Voris, who spends the next few hours imagining all the ways in which he'd like to kill Graizen. Unfortunately, reality returns and envelopes him in its humiliating embrace. Graizen is a head taller than Voris and considerably stronger, not even mentioning the decade of experience he has over the young adult. Even with a pistol, which Voris doesn't own, he'd likely only earn the hangman another notch in his belt.

With a somber sigh, Voris fights back the urge to weep. Perhaps Mara was right? Is he still just a little boy?! It's a struggle to sleep and Voris awakens late, having failed to do his chores. To his surprise, his mother had done all of them for him!

“It's okay, precious. I know you had a hard day, yesterday. We'll just say you did them." She coos before kissing his forehead.

The relief is quite soothing; the last thing he wants is to endure his father's ridicule. However, the more he dwells on it the more it hurts. It's almost insulting, not even being man enough to carry out his own chores. Something needs to change. He takes his leave and prepares himself to visit his father in the workshop and request a job. They always need people to forge the tools and weapons needed for the ever-expanding village. If the growth continues at this rate, it could become a city-state. Voris goes so far as to pack a lunch, but upon setting foot beyond the threshold, he stops.

A strange dichotomy forms within him; the yearning for true adulthood wrestles with his fear of change. Unable to choose between the two, he begins walking. He walks through the village, determined to visit the workshop where his father is currently fashioning some useful implement. He passes it and continues walking until he reaches the edge of the village. What about the farms? Farmers always need field hands, and it pays well enough. He heads toward one of the buildings, following the edge of the tilled fields, but when the time comes to follow the path toward it, he passes it.

Where is he going?! There's nothing beyond but wilderness! His brain fights with his body, demanding he stop and turn around, to go back to his father's workplace, or at the very least to return home. Voris' body doesn't listen, and before long the young man finds himself lost in the verdant forests around his village. His eyes scan the trees for dangers that are no longer there. These lands once teemed with beast folk and all manner of dangerous creatures, but the town guards and a long-ago disbanded militia had enslaved or killed them all; his safety isn't a guarantee, but it's highly probable.

Once his legs finally become tired, his athletic body dripping with sweat, Voris stops near a creek. He strips and washes the sweat from his body, not used to the unpleasant feeling, let alone the aroma. He takes a moment to soak and then ring out his clothes, only to pause and look at his own reflection. He cannot help but feel self-conscious. He isn't feeble, but he certainly isn't strong; his athletic body is quite thin, with modest muscle and marginal fat. If anything, he's entirely unassuming, and that, perhaps, is the worst thing of all. No wonder Mara rejected him!

With his clothes nearly dry, he begins to pull them on only to stop and turn when he hears bushes rustling. Is that wild game? Voris never was the most outdoorsy boy, and that's still very true as a young adult. His heart begins to race. What if it's the Dra'kozhai (CHECK), the dreaded desert raptor?! He shakes his head. This isn't the desert, but the forests of Travan, in the most tamed parts of the Kingdom of the Ilium Rose. Could it be a quill-bear?! Again, he shakes his head. If it was, he'd already be dead. Perhaps it's a pack of dire wolves or the rare and reclusive Toulpa? Perhaps he'll be the first in his village to see the humanoid beasts that look like soil and rock?!

He shakes his head yet again at these increasingly childish fantasies. Knowing his luck, he's working himself up over a groundhog or an exceptionally fat squirrel. The dismissal of his fantasies allows his courage to return, and the young man decides to search for the source of the strange rustling. Perhaps he'll find a stray dog to keep him company, or an injured bird he can place in its nest? Smiling at these more pleasant thoughts, he pushes the brush aside and peeks between two trees only to see... A face!

“Ahh!" They both shriek.

He jumps back and falls on his behind, only to roll and scurry away. He can hear the stranger doing the same, which causes him to pause. He twists his upper body and glances over a shoulder. Why isn't the stranger attacking him? Who or what even is this stranger?! It happened so fast, all he really saw was a pair of eyes, a nose and lips. He looks down at his own body and is immediately ashamed by what he sees. Why is he cowering in the dirt like a child?! He's a grown man! Hastily regaining his composure, Voris pushes himself up from the ground, brushes himself off and clears is throat.

“Ahem... Hello? Who goes there?!" He asks.

The bushes no longer rustle. He steps closer and peeks between them, only to see absolutely nothing. Had he imagined it? Had he worked himself into a frenzy and saw what his mind wanted to see?! A crunching branch tells him otherwise, and like the man he knows himself to be, Voris follows the sounds. Taking only a few steps, he discovers a crescent of trees and bushes so thick that no one could slip through. Looking around for any sign of the stranger, he calls out again. His voice is soft and inviting, lest he frighten the person.

A whimper draws his attention, and he turns toward the crescent of trees. From the base of the dense bushes, he can see what looks like a snake. It curls. Why is it a warm gray color with a subtle purple hue, and why is it fleshy?! With a furled brow, he moves a little closer.

“Are you there? I won't hurt you." He calls out.

The bushes bounce and sway as someone shifts inside. The strangely colored and fleshy snake slithers away. It begins to dawn on him who he's just encountered. He gulps and tries to remember Ancient Hitrosii, the language of the elves of Chumar.

“Zdas'vu'tii?" He calls out.

Slowly popping up from the bushes, a Vostii appears. They are of the mouse-kin, with big, rounded ears and large, frightened eyes. Emerging from the brush, it's obvious she's a female. Her rodent-like nose twitches as she sniffs the air, her eyelids closing. Long and curly orange hair contrasts with the slate gray and hazy white fur which covers her face and neck. The creature opens her eyes, staring intently and curiously, their gray orbs containing the slightest of purple hues. It's hypnotizing.

“Hi, Yasheriit." The Vostii female answers in her native tongue, speaking in a soft and shy voice.

“Hi, Vostii." He replies, waving and smiling at her.

She cocks her head to one side, as if she doesn't comprehend the meaning of the gesture. Voris looks to his hand and lowers it, then gazes upon the beast woman. His eyes scan her face and neck, stopping at her shoulders, which are all that she's revealed thus far. She notices this and glances down at herself, only to then slowly emerge from her hiding place. Dainty fingers crowned with sharp claws push aside the branches of the foliage as she stands to her feet, revealing her furry body. Her coloration is a classic bicolor with light fur covering her chin, neck, chest and belly; the rest of her fur is dark gray.

However, what draws his attention, aside from her lack of body paint and tribal jewelry, are her large and perky breasts. The Vostii is untamed, and her ample bust is on full display as she, like many of her kin, prefer to walk in only their natural fur. His eyes grow wide as he follows her curves, a slender waist leading to broad and beautiful hips. For the briefest of moments, he wishes he could see even more of her; the bushes obscure her femininity. He witnesses her tail swaying, the fleshy organ he'd mistaken for a snake moving gracefully behind a plump yet toned buttocks.

He gulps at the sight of the creature; her features are even more beautiful than Mara's! His eyes resume their work, scanning her body as they move upward and back to her face. He gazes upon her nipples, which share the same purplish-gray color of her tail. The Vostii's dainty hands rise and she feebly grabs her chest, draping her little palms over the fleshy nubs that crown each perky breast. Her long, slender fingers curl over them, toward the center of her chest. It snaps him out of his trance and his eyes shoot up. The look on her face is perplexing.

With her pearly white and omnivorous teeth, she nibbles at a corner of her mouth, which appears to curl into the faintest of grins. With a softened brow, she bows her head quite bashfully. Her long and curly orange hair falls over and around her face, but only some of it; a ball of hair has been neatly wrapped in a net made of willow vines, keeping it in place and away from her neck. From the size of the ball, her hair must be very long! After a few seconds, she shifts her eyes and turn them up and toward his. What an adorable sight!

It tugs at his heartstrings, softening the already gentle young man even further. With a warm smile, he takes a step toward her. Her bashfulness morphs into a nervous uncertainty, an anxious expression on her face. He stops in his tracks, fearful of startling or driving off the beast woman. He knows that her kind can often be skittish when alone, and the untamed are very unpredictable when cornered as she is. This is the most exciting encounter of his life; he must take care and see what will come of it!

“Ahem... Uhm... What [is] your name? I [am] 'Voris.'" He speaks in her native tongue.

“Zalia... I [am] Zalia." She sheepishly replies.

“Zalia... [A] very beautiful name." He says with a warm smile.

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As these thoughts fill her mind, his scent fills her nostrils and his warmth envelopes her body. A heat builds, and a familiar tingling causes her to fidget. She slips a dainty hand betwixt her legs and feels her womanhood, huffing and closing her eyes as she rubs the tender bulb that is her clitoris. She shivers and gasps, rubbing little circles over her clitoris. She brings her head closer to his groin, slowly inching her way toward him before bumping the bulge of manhood with her nose. She inhales quite deeply and her eyelids flutter, her eyes rolling back in her head. What a potent but arousing musk he has!

“That's it! Now we're cooking with fire! Don't stop now! Let's have a little taste, shall we?!"

With one hand betwixt her legs, she takes the other and grabs Voris' shielded penis. She rests her hand over it and gently, even lovingly, rubs his manhood through his pants. Meanwhile, a slender finger moves away from her clitoris and strokes her nether lips. She's never felt so wet before. A slick substance coats her fingertip as she presses just beyond the veil of her virginal flesh. In her desire to remain pure for a lover, she doesn't even feel her insides, but she cannot help herself; she feels uncomfortably moist down there. As she rubs and inserts a finger, she gasps.

Any deeper and she'll break her own hymen. She looks up at Voris, unable to understand how he does this to her without even being awake. Her flesh is so soft, so innocent, so wanting, and with every press of her fingers against her quivering nether lips, she feels the fluid oozing out. She's been waiting for the right male to arrive and claim her. The right one could push his endowment into her taut hole at any time, and now she's certain she's found him.

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She tries to comprehend this strange new position and wiggles her feet. They dangle in the air. What position is this? Is this how the humans mate? She's never witnessed the couples of her tribe mate like this before.

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Thanks for reading the teaser! If you'd like to see the full story (about 60 pages and 18,5xx words worth) then you can find it on my Patreon page (my patreon!) behind a measly $3 paywall! That was the admission fee for the parking lot at my local trade center. Lol.