{"sf1_id":2138405,"sf2_id":"rn6lkvke","title":"The Beastmaker's Wrath","author":"BlakeTheDrake","words":2056,"posted_at":"2024-05-23T17:58:19.000Z","tags":["Chastity","Domination/Submission","Herm/f","Herm/m","Hermaphrodite","Hyena","Preview","Preview Permanent"],"url":"https://fse.anthro.fr/stories/2138405-the-beastmaker-s-wrath","original_url":"https://sofurry.com/s/rn6lkvke","image_url":"https://cdn.sofurryfiles.com/submissions/thumbnails/b4/9d/b49d15db-f0c9-4d08-9c8c-3607951eec47","description":"At a point when Sayn is simply relaxing and enjoying the fruits of her power, the Golden Age of the Beastmaker comes to a sudden and unexpected end. A disaster of unprecedented magnitude shakes the world, putting Sayn's Empire - and Sayn herself, for that matter - to the greatest test yet. Worse yet, a drawn-out conflict follows swiftly on, heaping yet more hardships on the Empire and its Empress. And yet, Sayn will persevere, together with her beloved Consorts - and find a path to the victory-feast that awaits at the end, even if she must unleash the full depth of her Wrath upon her foes in order to get there...  \n  \nProofread by [FA](https://www.furaffinity.net/) lquian  \n  \nThis is a short preview of the full story. To read the full thing, check out my free Discord-server, using the link on my front page.","content":"The Beastmaker's Wrath\n\n \n\n \n\n\"It's a common... misconception? Or perhaps rather, _mislabeling_...\" the female Hyenakin explained. \"...to say that our males are 'enslaved'. Humans are not the only ones who fall into such terminology either – several of our fellow Beastkin tribes have been prone to do so as well, particularly when tempers were heated in the days before the establishment of the United Beastkin Nations.\" She was a stunning specimen, Sayn thought – tall, even for her kind, which meant that she was about a head taller than her supposed Empress, towering over her. Her frame was muscular, yet still explicitly feminine, with broad hips, a thick ass, and a shapely pair of tits, all covered in soft, spotty fur. Her mane had been styled in a 'modern' fashion, aping the look of human hair – draped over the back of her elongated skull, reaching to her shoulders, though it was still dyed in bright colors as was, apparently, tradition among them. In this case, an eye-popping scarlet that looked _almost_ natural if one wasn't familiar with the rather limited fur-tone variations that existed within their tribe.\n\n \n\n\"The recent fashion of putting a decorative collar on your man has _not_ helped on that count, I'll admit...\" her younger sister interjected, somewhat snarkily. \"Not that I can throw stones, mind. Those collars _do_ look totally cute – I couldn't resist getting one for my own hubby back home!\" She was a tad shorter than her older sister, but also quite a bit _broader_ – built like a castle wall, with wide shoulders and the kind of rock-hard musculature that clearly announced an abiding interest in building and maintaining it. As a result, her overall figure seemed more masculine than most _men's_ – with her most feminine features being her surprisingly soft and high-pitched voice, and her traditional Hyenakin 'hair-do' – her mane rising in a tall mohawk, dyed with alternating blue and green stripes.\n\n \n\nThe third and youngest of this trio of Hyenakin sisters giggled – a remarkably girlish sound, considering that despite being the shortest of the three, she still had about an inch on Sayn. \"Yes, I've seen you walking him – it _does_ look adorable. But honestly, we probably could've gotten away with the collars if they weren't usually _locked_ in place, and had a leash attached besides.\" She also had the slightest build out of the three, Sayn noted – and the most feminine figure, with sleek hips, shapely thighs, and perky tits. More of an athlete's body, with tightly-wound whipcord muscles, as opposed to the bulging biceps and washboard abs of her older sisters. Her mane was styled into a row of separate spikes, extravagantly dyed in all the colors of the rainbow, and she wore both an elaborate nose-ring and ear-ring, connected by a golden chain – a sign, among the Hyenakin, that she was of age, but had not yet chosen a mate.\n\n \n\n\"Well, that's what's so _cute_ about them!\" The middle sister protested. Her name was Khece, and she'd apparently won a number of contests of strength back in the Hyenakin territories – bringing home gold trophies in both Deadlift and Wrestling during a major sporting-event that was held at the Hyenakin capital bi-annually. Certainly, Sayn couldn't imagine anything smaller than a Bearkin standing much of a chance within her crushing embrace. The oldest sister, Kasiwa, who was the trio's effective leader, sighed. \"All too true, on both counts – but there _are_ counterpoints...\" she remarked calmly.\n\n \n\n\"Yeah!\" The youngest, Jumbani, cheerfully remarked. \"For starters, they _like_ it that way. _Love_ it, even! They stand in _line_ for a chance to kneel at the paws of a suitably magnificent femme. Heck, I've had literally _dozens_ of boys offer me keys – even though I've made it clear that I'm not looking for anything permanent yet...\" Kasiwa nodded firmly at this. \"That, right there, is a central point. While the males _are_ indeed expected to treat all femmes with suitable respect and obeisance, it is only their _mate_ who can actually... _command_ them. And the males choose those relations themselves – there are severe taboos about femmes doing _anything_ that can be perceived as attempting to woo a mate. They must come to _us_, choosing for themselves who to offer their key to. _We_ choose only whether to accept, or refuse, this offer.\"\n\n \n\n\"And the ones that _don't_ wanna do that, well, there's a place for them too...\" Khece interjected, shrugging her massive shoulders. \"I mean, they're _rare_, but they're _there_ – and we don't, like, persecute or banish them or whatever, like I've heard _some_ people assume.\" Sayn nodded – if they _were_ doing that, it would've been a breach of Imperial Law, regardless of any 'cultural exemptions' they had in place. She was struggling to focus, though, and keep track of everything they'd told her so far. \"Uh... what are these 'keys' you keep mentioning?\" She asked, somewhat breathlessly, feeling moderately confident that they hadn't explained this yet.\n\n \n\n\"They're kinda' like... our version of a wedding-ring, I guess?\" Jumbani replied, looking thoughtful. \"If a male offers you his key, it means he wants to be yours, and if you accept it, he _is.\"_ Kasiwa, fortunately, was ready to offer up a somewhat more exhaustive explanation. \"It's actually a fairly new evolution of our traditional form of proposal…\" she calmly asserted. \"Used to be, way back then, males would offer up a hollowed Kamzati-nut, and the femme would strap it onto him if she accepted the proposal. In some of the outlying settlements, using them was still fairly common up until we joined the Empire – though, in the larger towns, they'd mostly been supplanted by similar devices made from carved wood and cured leather.\"\n\n \n\nSmiling, she glanced down at Sayn. \"One more thing we have to thank the Empire for. Thanks to trading with humans, the technology has now caught up to the symbolism that was always there. When you strapped a hollow Kamzati-nut onto your mate's groin, it symbolically meant that the contents now belonged to _you_, and that it would only be released when _you_ saw fit. Now, though, we have proper chastity-cages of good, sturdy steel, in many different designs and with inventive features beside, which can be _actually_ locked in place. Hence, the tradition has shifted, and the males will now present themselves with the cage already in place, offering the _key_ to the subject of their desires.\"\n\n \n\nYoung Jumbani sighed. \"It's _so_ romantic...\" she remarked dreamily. \"And the type of cage they select adds a lot of flavor to the proposal! Even if I'm not really looking for a mate yet, I can still appreciate it when a guy shows off a really _nice_ one.\" That, Sayn could somewhat relate to – after all, she'd enjoyed strapping Rubicundus into a few different chastity-devices over the years. Khece nodded along with the declaration as well. \"Oh, don't I know it!\" she remarked. \"When my Fwaruta showed me that tight little cage he was wearing, lined with spikes on the inside so that he'd be automatically punished anytime he got hard, I both knew the depth of his devotion, and that I wouldn't have to worry so much about accidentally _breaking_ him. How could I _not_ accept his key after seeing that?\"\n\n \n\nKasiwa sighed – perhaps reflecting on her _own_ mate, whom she'd been rather more closed-mouthed about than her muscular younger sister was about _hers._ \"I suppose that's where the surface similarities to slavery start, however...\" she remarked, sounding a bit reluctant to admit it. \"Once a femme accepts a male's key, he's... well, _we_ wouldn't generally say that he becomes her _property_, but rather that he is now under her _protection_, but it ultimately amounts to the same thing. He is expected to venerate and obey her in all things, she has the right and indeed the _responsibility_ to punish him for any failings or acts of disobedience, and the further trajectory of their relationship is solely up to her. Whether to have cubs and, if so, when and how. Whether to take on one or more additional males and form a harem. Whether to share him with her friends, or a Wildmate. The male does not, in theory, have any say in any of it.\"\n\n \n\nSayn could certainly see the.. _appeal_ of such a power-dynamic – in fact, just _hearing_ about it was ratcheting up her arousal. But, it _did_ also seem to present quite a lot of potential for abuse of power. \"What about... well, divorce? Is that a thing?\" She managed to ask. The muscular Khece grimaced at this, scratching her coarsely-furred cheek. \"Well, sorta – I mean, we don't _call_ it that...\" she replied. \"But yeah, you can 'dissolve' a relationship. A femme can do it at any time, for any reason, so long as the male also consent to the dissolution – but it's understandably pretty rare for a male to _refuse_ at such a point. The male _can_ sue for dissolution too, but only by claiming a 'failure to protect' on his mate's part. Usually meaning abuse that goes well beyond the realm of normal discipline. Theoretically, the local Council of Elders has to hear any such claim, and can refuse it if they don't feel that the femme has 'failed in her duty to protect her mate' to a severe enough degree. But these days, it's pretty much just automatically granted.\"\n\n \n\nSo, there _was_ a way out, for any male who found himself regretting who he'd handed his key to – which satisfied the moralizing little voice in the back of Sayn's head, allowing her to nod along and wonder at how _grand_ it would be to just... surrender yourself, permanently, to a big, butch protector, who would just, take care of _everything_ from now on. \"Both of those are _very_ rare, I should mention...\" Kasiwa supplemented. \"For the most part, the males hand over their keys with their eyes open. They know that they very likely will _never_ be released from their chastity-bonds – that their only pleasure will come from their mate's cock stretching their tailholes, and that they will spend their lives serving her, body and soul. It's what they _want_ – what they _crave_, even, as Jumbani said before.\"\n\n \n\nThat, once again, wasn't terribly hard for Sayn to imagine – but it was still fascinating to hear of an entire society arranged along such lines. Ever since she'd first laid eyes on a Hyenakin, during that all-important 'trip' to the Grand Basilica some two years ago now, she'd wanted to learn more about them, and it was proving to be well worth the wait. She'd toyed, repeatedly, with the idea of just... heading to their homeland for a visit – but there'd never been any viable _excuse_, since the Beastkin Territories were largely peaceful and harmonious, with the National Council mostly managing to settle any lingering differences between the tribes without Imperial interference. And going there _just_ to satisfy her own curiosity simply felt too... self-indulgent, especially since she didn't have as much time to laze around as she had before. Doing double duty as Empress _and_ Goddess took up a fair bit of her time, turned out, even if she had several skilled and reliable advisors she could shovel most of the work off on...\n\n \n\nBut, Lutra had clearly caught on to her... _interest,_ and at her most recent birthday – she was trying hard to forget exactly what _number_ had been attached to it, for all that she still looked like a girl in her late twenties – the Otterkin had surprised her with a coupon for an in-depth lecture on the Hyenakin and their various peculiarities. Emphasis on 'in-depth', she thought with a stifled moan as Khece's muscular hips slammed into her buttocks, driving a long, thick, thoroughly hard cock _deep_ into her ass. The trio had been going at her throughout the lecture, smoothly trading off and combining their efforts in a way that bespoke both abundant practice and excellent teamwork...\n\n* * *\n\nPREVIEW ENDS - want to see what troubles await Sayn after this idyllic afternoon spent getting 'lectured' by three well-hung Hyenas? Read the full story on my Discord, link is on my front page.","series":{"name":"Tales of The Beastmaker","previous":"https://fse.anthro.fr/stories/1935379-the-beastmaker-s-age-year-7.json","next":"https://fse.anthro.fr/stories/1xJJap9m-the-beastmaker-s-ascension.json"}}