The Festival of Rebirth
(This was actually written Jan 1st of 2011. Year of the Rabbit... get it? :P)
Gwen's Inn was a bustle with all the interesting life that had come for the celebrations. The Festival of Rebirth was a very seriously taken holiday in the small town of Reglington. It was a time when everyone celebrating chose what about them was to be reborn with the New Year, and this year Mae chose her body.
She had been ashamed of her body in past years. She felt she ate too much, and didn't spend enough time outside. Even her parents would make jokes and snide remarks on her looks, but this year she swore she'd change. She swore she'd stop eating more than the three meals she required, and she'd stop spending all of her time inside reading scrolls and painting her crude pictures. She even joined in the festival, and went into the inn to tell her friends about her Oath of Rebirth. Unfortunately, she couldn't find any of the few friends she had, and was left at the bar, drinking the free ale that she would normally be denied due to her age.
At that time someone joined her at the bar. It was a stranger to the village; a tall figure in a thick brown cloak which concealed not only the head, but both arms as well. At first she had the urge to get up and distance herself from the stranger by at least another seat, but something kept her there and she didn't question it further. She was a young feminine bunny, one of the silkiest cream and white fur, and while she wore corrective glass, her eyes still sparkled with her intelligence. Even as she was a little on the over-weight side, her chest was not as spectacular as she wished it, and her rear was slightly larger and squishier than she wanted it. She rarely dressed in as little clothing as the other females of her village. A long-sleeved shirt and a shin-length skirt were the least she'd wear, both in blue tonight.
She broke her stare of the ominous and almost disturbing figure that sat down, and she looked around. It was as if nobody else were even interested in this stranger, as their attention seemed more on each other. Her sadness deepened as she finally spotted her friends off in a corner, pressed up against some of the younger males.
A voice emanated from beneath the hood. Deep, calming, and definitely male, he directly asked her; "Young woman, might I inquire what your Oath of Rebirth may be?"
Her ears perked up and she looked back at him. She thought it rude for him to just suddenly ask that without saying hello first, but she did not want to incur any of the wraths a stranger may bring if she were to point it out, and so she responded honestly. "I have sworn my body to rebirth. To work more outside, and read less books... to eat what is required and nothing more." She swallowed hard and questioned him. "What is your Oath of Rebirth?"
He chuckles lightly. To her it came as a warm sound, something that was rather calming. "I have sworn my happiness to rebirth. Not through the shallow notion to help myself, however, but by helping others." He gently pulled back his hood with scaled grey hands. His face was reptilian, but he had rather sizable spade-shaped ears at the back, and a smile that was full of sharp teeth. His eyes and hers locked for a few moments though, and she gazed momentarily into his green eyes as they appeared to glow with a subtle energy.
She was at a loss for words. Her mouth started to hang open, showing her teeth and tongue.
He gently put his hand beneath her chin and lifted her jaw to close her mouth. "Mae... come with me to my room. Let's talk, and perhaps I can help you."
The sudden question of how he knew her name escaped her mind quickly as his voice entranced her. She nodded lightly and responded quietly, shy from his attention. "We cannot return to my hovel, my parents would surely object."
"That is fine," he said, running his fingers along the side of her cheek. His touch felt like such a wonderful sensation for her. "I have a room of my own here. I believe your oath is important, and we should talk about it. Perhaps I can help you more than you realize."
She stood with him and swallowed nervously. "Are you sure it is okay? My appearance now does not disgust you?"
He gazed upon her from face to feet before staring back into her eyes. "You are ravishing, and do not let the others tell you different." He smiled and held out a hand for her. She blushed and looked aside as he took it, leading her upstairs to the rooms above.
Entering his room she couldn't help but look about, since she hadn't been in the rooms above Gwen's Inn. They were actually much smaller than she had pictured them, but then again she would be able to fit more rooms and tenants in them as long as the rooms were this size. What this man could've paid for it she was not sure, but it was likely to be overpriced. With as quaintly sized as it was though, it had the most important things for a traveler: A bed and a trunk, which could double as a table or a chair. The room itself was actually much warmer than the rest of the area. Despite being the Winter season for her land, the room made it feel like it was Summer. She wondered if this was a part of the Inn's amenities.
As he closed the door behind them he motioned his hand towards the bed. "Please, have a seat. I want you to feel comfortable. I understand that as a stranger here, I must make you uneasy. Yet I can't help but think that you must be rather warm in that long sleeved shirt."
She turned to him, ready to protest his point, but once she looked at him she suddenly felt the urge to agree. "Yes, it is kinda warm in here. Why is it so much warmer up here?"
He chuckled and winked as he undid the cord to his large cloak, slipping out of it. "I told the cold to leave, thus leaving the warmth behind." He was left to stand in a robe that fitted a mage, or a monk. It was loose-fitted and black with beautiful golden decorations at the trim of his collar, sleeves, and bottom. "Since it is so warm, you are free to remove your shirt. I want you to feel as if you are at home here."
She whimpered gently, as she knew that was not a good idea and shook her head. "N-no. I'd rather not take it off." She didn't want to sound too strange, she had never been in this situation, and felt like she had to come up with an excuse. "M... my body, remember?"
He nodded lightly as his eyes met hers. "Ah yes, you claim your rebirth will take time. I can help you make it quicker, but you need to trust me." She was lost in his gaze and his gently glowing green eyes.
Her heart began to beat quicker as she got more nervous, and even warmer. After a quiet pause of her thinking, she finally gave into trusting the stranger, and nodded. Her arms crossed one another and she pulled her shirt up over her head, avoiding her glasses with the neck of her shirt. She then rested one of her arms across her chest to cover her bare chest. "Th... there. That feels... refreshing."
He nodded and agreed with her. "Yes, it does, doesn't it?" He came closer to her and placed one hand on her waist, stroking her lightly as he looked into her eyes. "Do not feel ashamed. Your beauty is much more than your flesh... and I can prove that."
Her mind was beyond muddled. Perhaps it was his close proximity, or perhaps it was the ale she had earlier, but all she respond with was; "You can?"
His hand slid from her body in a motion that was smooth, stroking her fur as he did so. "Allow me to become more comfortable as well. It is warm in here, after all." His hand found the cord of his robe quickly, and pulled to loosen it. As the center opened she could see his grey scaled body perfectly single-colored aside from what lay below his waist. His chest was athletic, well built and toned, and his thighs muscular, but not too bulky. However, he had a dark fleshy growth that stood up from its rest between his legs.
As he slipped out of his robes and into the nude, she covered her eyes with her ears and whimpered gently. "I... I'm sorry!"
He laughed warmly and slipped a hand under one of her ears, stroking them back as his claws combed through her hair. His eyes found hers again and he spoke gently. "You need not be frightened. The state it is in now is not its normal state. Gazing upon your form, and seeing the beauty of your soul has aroused it. You have done this, and so it is yours to deal with." His other hand finds hers and guides it to his shaft, letting her touch it.
Instinctually, her fingers went around it and squeezed lightly. She gave a gasp and had a shortage of breath for a moment. "I... did this?" She began to feel aroused by this stranger. "How did I? I can't even get a second look from the males outside."
Leaning forward, he spoke quieter with a grin upon his lips. "They merely know not what to think of you, or how to approach you. You do not gladly offer yourself to them like the other girls, and so they go for the easier option. Do not change, however, as you are what makes grown men happy, and the other women are what makes grown men weep."
She listened to him, her mind hanging on each word and trusting him and his calming voice and sensible attitude. She smiled, and while very shy, she asked; "Can I have a chance to make you happy?"
"The first smile I've seen from you makes me happy." He responds, running his hand back through her long luscious hair again. "Of course you may, Mae." She leaned in and their lips met one another. Her arms grabbed at his body as she pulled to get as close to him as she could while embracing him. His other hand stroked her back gently and fell to dancing his fingertips down along her tail that hid underneath her skirt.
She broke the kiss and looked at him, and the look of satisfaction upon his face. Her arms fell, running down along his scaled sides as she slowly dropped down to her knees before him. She had never encountered an adult's cock before, and this one was certainly bigger than she could hold in one hand. However, she tried her best, trying to imagine herself putting a long carrot into her mouth, much as she tried before at the dares of her friends.
Opening up her mouth, she held the shaft with one hand while she slid her wet orifice down over his slightly bumpy length. The sound of him exhaling with pleasure enthused her, even if the taste was comparable to licking the inside of a leather corset. Suckling gently on it, she slowly pulled back until it slipped from her mouth, and she kissed the head of it, looking up at him.
With a shiver, he commented. "Have you done this before? Your mouth feels so wonderful."
She giggled and stood up, hooking her thumbs into her skirt. "I have not been touched, sir. The men of my village shy away, and my mother claims it is because of my looks." She took a step back and blushed as she bent towards him, pushing her skirt down her thighs until they were able to fall on their own, leaving her to stand before him in the nude.
He stepped up as she straightened out, and pressed his body against hers. "Your chest is so perfect, not too big for a single hand. Your belly feels soft and wonderful against mine. Your nethers feel warm, Mae. Are you certain of this?"
She curled her arms around his shoulders and gazed into his eyes. "Entirely."
His hands went under her rear and squeezed gently. She squeaked and gasped, then moaned, letting out the taken breath. She pressed into a kiss, as he pulled one of her legs up to his side and she fell back onto the bed. Her legs parted slowly as he lifted up and gazed upon her. "What a perfect form, with such a perfect rump." He squeezed at it again, gaining the same reaction from her as before.
Grabbing at the blanket placed on the bed, she groaned. "Is it going to hurt?"
He drooled a little into his hand and smeared his saliva over his shaft. "It will at first, but believe me... the pain quickly goes away and you will find yourself in heaven."
The passion rose in her and she gripped at her breasts, moaning gently as she did. "Then get the pain out of me. I believe you, as you've made me happy so far."
He grinned, she was deep within his possession now, and as one of his thumbs found her labia, she gasped to the feeling. "It will feel much better than your own fingers." As he rubbed her tenderly, she gasped for air and let out a moan of pleasure and sensation. He wondered how loud she would yet get.
Her hips rose to his hand as she moaned; "More. I want to feel so good!"
"You're getting much warmer towards me." He said as he lifted his thumb from her slit and brings it up to her mouth.
She looked at his thumb with a moment of uncertainty before slowly letting her tongue touch his thumb. As she did so she felt the throbbing head of his cock press up against her clit as he rubbed her clit with it. She barely had a taste before her head tilted back and she moaned out. "Oh, yes!"
With a soothing tone he looked for her eyes. "Just relax, and let me do all the work now. If you tense up too much, it may hurt more, and I will not be able to bring your pleasure as quickly."
She looked at him and swallowed, nodding to him to go ahead with it. The feeling she got then was indescribable. His cock buried into her slit, warm at first, but then it felt like she was being pulled apart. His hands were gripping both of her thighs as she slowly pushed inwards. A sudden pain made her shriek out and grab at the sheets, trying to pull away. His words echoed in her head though, and she tried her best to stay calm, but it hurt so badly.
He had made his initial push, and now he started to pull back a little. A ring of blood had formed around the head of his shaft, and he pushed it back in. The wet juices from both of them mingled and lubricated him further as he pushed back in. She gasped for air as she felt pain again, but not quite as bad as it was before. This time was warmer, and even deeper, but the stretched feeling that was hurting her was suddenly starting to turn backwards on itself. As he continued to thrust back and forth into her she cried in pleasure; "Oh yes! Oh it's so good!"
His motion paused for a moment as he fell down over her, his tail whipping up and about in the air as he pressed his body against hers, kissing her deeply as he did. Her arms and legs entangled him, and stopped her breath short for a few moments as he continued to thrust into her. As soon as he released the kiss she gasped harshly for air to his motions, and pulled up both blanket and the packed hay of the bed.
She was seeing fireworks in her eyes, as different colors exploded for her and she continued to cry out. Her voice getting coarse as she egged him on. "Yes! Yes! Harder! Oh, it feel so good!" Suddenly she screamed and her legs squeezed around his rear as her cunt gripped his cock like a vice. Her body shook inside and she felt something explode inside of her. Her senses suddenly went wild as his motions became ten times more the sensation, and she cried out; "Oh my god! Too much!"
He breathed harshly as he paused, his cock resting deep inside of her. Leaning down and kissing at her neck and up to the base of her ear. "A real orgasm, Mae... but we're not done yet."
She was all out of breath, and her voice was harsh as she asked; "We're not?"
"No." He raised his head and smiled, slowly pulling out of her. The movement of him pulling out was still enough to make her twitch and gasp sharply. His eyes made contact with hers, and she couldn't help but look into their gentle glow. "I want you to turn over and get on your hands and knees."
She nodded and obeyed while looking down at his still throbbing cock, coated in globs of thick white goo. Slowly but surely she turned over as he backed away from her. As she put her knees and hands on the blanket, she slipped her glasses off and put them on the top of the trunk beside the bed. She then swiveled her head to look back at him. "Like this?"
He got up behind her and gently pat her rump, squeezing it a few times. "Yes, but spread your legs a little more. About there should do it." He brought his hand back before smacking her rump abruptly.
She cried out and gasped. "Wh... why did you spank me?"
He got his hips up behind her and teasingly pressed the head of his manhood against her sopping wet slit. "Did you not enjoy it?"
She thought a moment before she could respond, gasping and twitching at the same time to the teasing. "I... I don't... know. It hurt a bit, but... but it gave me a... a good tingle."
"Always focus on the good tingle." He said as he grabbed her waist and slowly re-entered her with his cock, groaning in enjoyment.
She squealed at the re-entry. She was still overly-sensitive, and he was driving her senses mad. "It feels deeper like this!"
He gave a short laugh as his hips met hers. "This position can do that." He began to drive his hips against her, thrusting roughly with grunts and heaving breaths of pleasure.
Her body tensed a moment as she cried out to him, her shoulders dropping down against the bed. "You're... you're banging against my inside wall!"
His one hand lay on her back as he grabbed her rump with his other hand. "Ohh, yes! Your insides feel so good! They are so hot and tight, I don't know if I can take it!" He continued to pound into her, as the force of his thrusts against her body made her face dig deeper against the bed.
She was being driven insane by the pleasure he brought her, and she shouted out incoherent words of pleasure between her breaths until her insides began to burn and tighten up again. Her whole body shuddered from her ravaged opening and all the way up her spine as she began to feel herself exploding from the inside again.
"Oh yes!" His cock squeezed in her orgasm was the last he could take as he began to explode inside of her. Quivering inside of her, his juice filled her up quickly as he gave a few final thrusts, and one last one that he ground up against her squishy rump. Out of breath and out of power, he bent over her, pressing his hands down into the bed beside her so as not to fall on her.
She could feel the dripping between her legs, as juice poured down from her cunt. A clear and runny yet viscous liquid, which she for some reason imagined was not hers.
With a heavy exhale she fell forward, and slid from his cock, slowly managing to turn onto her side. He fell down beside her, and gazed into her eyes while both of them panted for air. He smiled through it and gave her a quick kiss before moving to embrace her.
She entwined around him again and laid her head on his shoulder. All of that made her tired, so very tired. She suddenly realized that she forgot one thing, and had to ask. "So, what is your name?"
He smiled as he wrapped his arms around her, letting her drift off, and answering her just before she fell asleep. "Xeno."
Mae gasped out and sat up quickly. "What?!" The word left her lips, but no one was around to hear. The sun shown through the light of the window in the room there at Gwen's Inn, and only added to her dizziness and confusion.