FSE

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The chatter of wildlife is heard everywhere in the dense jungle. From the tiniest of bugs, to the biggest of elephants; there was life wherever you would look. The tall trees protected its inhabitants from the blazing sun overhead, which always burned hottest at the apex of its journey across the sky. Food was plentiful, as was the water. Rivers flowed everywhere through the jungle to make sure everyone got a drink. Although it seems like a peaceful, ideal place to live, but underneath it all lays a hidden danger. Residents inside and outside the jungle know of it, for he has made a name for himself as the most dangerous creature ever.

His name is Shir-Ken. He was a mighty arcanine morph who stood at an impressive six foot four inches in height. His powerful muscles, which had been built up from many years of hunting and fighting, were toned to perfection. He wore only a black loincloth, the only piece of clothing he ever really needed. His black hair was long and somewhat shaggy. Many creatures of the jungle fear him, for his wrath is only satisfied by ending the existence of those who anger him. He rules these lands with an iron fist and tolerates no one making a fool of him. He takes what he wants, when he wants and doesn't give two shakes of a rattlesnake's tail about who he hurts to get it. Stories of his ferocity had even been spread around in the Man's territory. Stories of how he was stealthier than a panther in the middle of a moonless night in the jungle, how he was faster than any bullet Man can fire, or how he was more deadly than seventy nests of angry hornets in a box glued to your head. He's heard them all, most of them completely ridiculous, but he wasn't going to complain. If that's what it took for them to be afraid of him, them so be it.

However, even though he has a reputation that almost on par with the most fearsome of gods and the skills of the deadliest of predators, there was that one. Even now, the thought of that single 'man cub' made his blood boil. That man-cub has turned him into the laughing stock of the whole jungle with a single defeat that occurred a few years ago. He knew that he shouldn't have been so lenient then and killed the cub outright, but he was feeling generous and wanted to play with his food a little. "A foolish mistake on my part," he thought angrily as he trudged his way through the jungle. He had no idea the man-cub posed such a threat to his status in the land. Before he had even known what happened, he was bested in battle and was forced to retreat to heal his wounds. Such disgrace should never have to be endured by someone as powerful as he.

Yet even after his wounds were healed and he acted on his plot for revenge, he was defeated again. Most humiliating! Word quickly spread through the jungle of his second defeat and the power he held over its denizens slipped through his hands. They no longer feared him and only saw him as a joke. At one point, one of his cornered prey said the man-cub was behind him. He turned around to confront the threat, only to discover that he had been fooled and his prey had gotten away. That was the last straw for him. Since then, he has continuously challenged the man-cub only to lose every time. One day, his foe had disappeared from the area completely, never having said a word to any of the forest dwellers.

It had been a couple years since their last bout, plenty of time to regain his lost status. Everyone feared him once more, wishing that their savior would come to their rescue them from his wrath. Everything had been going well until he had gotten word of the man-cubs' return, summoning forth a near-forgotten anger towards a certain someone in his mind. He wasted no time in making his way the Man village. "I'll get my revenge on you yet, Man-cub!" He exited the jungle and was mow walking in the middle of the large grasslands, a sure sign that he was close to his destination. When he came within sight of the village his enemy lived, he hid himself in the tall grass. He planned to wait there until his enemy would arrive.

*****8*****

"Today's the day!" exclaimed an excited, young mightyena morph as he ran out his home, almost tripping over himself in his haste. He ran as fast as he could toward the edge of his village. Everyone who saw him waved to him with a smile, knowing exactly why he was in such a rush today.

"If you run any faster, your feet will catch fire," joked a passerby, a woman with her child by her side.

"That would be fine," he replied. "As long as I get to a river to put it out!" He continued to run toward the entrance of the village, thinking of what to say when he meets his long-time friend after all this time.

This young man's name was Denny. He was one of the village's finest hunters. He wasn't the tallest of them, standing at only five foot eleven inches, nor was he the biggest. What he did have that the others didn't was his superior speed and agility. He could outrun anyone in a race, a few animals as well. He has a reputation for being as fast as a jaguar and as nimble as a monkey. The other hunters usually depend on him for keeping up with prey too fast for them to keep up with. Some of the villagers even joked that he was raised in the jungle, like another one of their own. Just like every other young man, he wore only a loincloth. Despite his abilities as a hunter, there was only one person who was just as good as he was as a hunter, but even better as a warrior.

Denny stopped running once he reached the village gate, which was the only entrance in and out of the village. The massive wooden gate was only to be opened by guards and hunters were allowed to open. There were always two guards standing by, one outside and the other inside. The tall guard saw the young hunter approaching a mile away and grinned when he stopped to catch his breath. "If you didn't live on the other side of the village, I'm pretty sure you would've crash through the gate before you ran out of breath," he joked.

"You may... be right about that, Gatura," Denny panted before straightening himself up. "But today is a good day and I wouldn't mind a few splinters here and there." Gatura laughed at his response.

"I bet you wouldn't, but you are right; today is a good day. I believe she'll finally be returning today, yes?"

"Yes. In the letter she sent me a few days ago, she said she'll be here when the sun is at its highest."

"Well, you still have some time before then," Gatura said as he glanced at the sky. "Why don't you wait here with me until we get word from the other side that she's coming?"

And so they waited; chatting away to pass the time and greeting everyone who passed by. The two got along quite well, having known each other for a long time. Gatura was the one who encouraged Denny to be a hunter, since his first suggestion at being a guard was refused, it being too boring a job for him. Before they knew it, the guard on the other side alerted them to someone approaching the village. Denny couldn't wait any longer, squeezing himself through the barely opened gate in his excitement. In the distance, he could make out a tall figure walking towards him from the tall grasslands. As the figure drew closer, there was no mistaking who it was.

This person was the one and only Mowglia, the finest warrior in the known land. She was the only person to have ever fought and defeated, continuously, Sher-Ken and without breaking a sweat. Since she was a warrior, she wore a simple loincloth instead of a dress like the other women of the village. Because of this, this left little to the imagination as to what assets she possessed. She had a perfect hourglass figure. She had wide hips and a butt big enough to repel even the sharpest of arrows. Her breasts were massive, barely contained by the stripe of cloth she used to cover them. There was no question about her athleticism and her entire body was toned to perfection, all in one caramel-colored package. Her hair was short, a little less than shoulder-length, but she kept it in a high ponytail at all times. Needless to say, she was the envy of the other women.

"Mowglia!" Denny shouted as he ran to meet his friend. Mowglia smiled as she saw her excited friend running toward her.

"Denny!" she exclaimed, just as happy as he was with her arms held out. The two embraced in a tight hug, both missing each other after being separated for a time.

"I've missed you so much," Denny said.

"And I've missed you too. I see you've grown some during the time I was gone."

"I see you have as well, and not just in height," he said eyeing her breasts. "There was a little less of you last time I saw." Mowglia giggled at his comment.

"Yeah, well, I am a growing girl."

"Grow any more and you'll be able to feed two villages worth of children and put our cows to shame."

As the two friends caught up, they were unaware that a third presence was nearby watching. It was Sher-Ken. He had been waiting hours in the tall grass for this moment. He wasn't surprised anyone hasn't detected him so far. He's been working his hardest over the last couple years to be practically invisible until he wanted to be seen. A low growl reverberated in his chest as he stared at his enemy. "You really have returned," he thought. "Today... I will have my revenge." He stood up from where he was hiding. With him being as tall as he is, it wasn't long before he was finally discovered.

"Sh-Shir-Ken!" Gatura shouted from the gate. Mowglia and Denny immediately went on high alert and turned around to see the deadly predator behind them. The arcanine morph grinned at hearing the terrified voice of the guard. He watched as his foe stepped in front of her friend defensively.

"What are you doing here, Shir-Ken?" she asked him.

"What do you think I'm here for?" he asked as he stepped forward. "I'm here to finally defeat you and make sure there's nothing standing in my way to ruling this land." Even as he finally stood before her, towering over her, she didn't flinch. Denny however was looking a little nervous. He took notice of it and added "I know none of these spineless wimps are capable of defeating me, so it wouldn't be worth my time wiping them out." Mowglia's brow scrunched up.

"Look, Shir-Ken, I'd love to kick your butt right now for calling my friends wimps, but I'm a little tired from my trip, so we'll have to schedule this for another time."

Sher-Ken growled at her response, feeling his hands itching to rip her throat out, but he kept himself in check. He wouldn't consider it a victory if his opponent wasn't at her full strength when he defeated her. He could never live that one down if words spread that he only won because she was weakened. "Fine, man-c-,"

"You will stop calling me 'man-cub'. As you can plainly see, I am no longer a child, but a fully grown woman. You know what my name is and I will not tolerate being called anything else." She stared hard at him while she said this, while he stared right back. He looked her body up and down, from the top of her head to her feet. Indeed, he could no longer call her 'cub' with a body like that, the kind that would have most men consider leaving their wives for. Her wide hips were perfect for child-bearing and her large breasts could feed as many babies as she have. Surely, she was no longer a 'cub' in any sense of the word

"Fine... Mowglia," he growled after a few moments. "We will have our battle three days from now. I'm sure that will be plenty of time for you to regain your strength." The arcanine turned and started to walk away.

"Oh, one more thing Sher-Ken," Mowglia added before he got too far away. She had given a little hand signal to her friend from behind her back, to which he stood ready to do. "Littledicksayswhat."

"What?" In that moment, Both Mowglia and Denny laughed as they turned and ran off toward their village. It took a moment for the fearsome, bewildered arcanine to figure out what she said, but when he did, he growled loudly: "Get back here and I'll show you a little dick!" His outburst was met with even more laughter from the duo. Admittedly, it did sound a lot better in his head for the split second he thought about it. Rather than suffer through any more humiliation, he turned and started his trek back home in the jungle.

Back at the gate, Mowglia and Denny were rolling in a fit of laughter. "I can't believe he just said that!" Denny exclaimed. "And he sounded so angry too! 'I'll show you a little dick'!"

"He hasn't changed a bit after all these years," Mowglia stated, calming herself down. "He still gets so angry at the slightest bash of his pride." Her mightyena friend eventually calmed down as well.

"So, are you really tired from your journey or were you just messing with him?"

"A little of both really. Whether I was tired or not, I could've beaten him anyway."

"So why not fight him now and get him off your back?"

"Because being beaten by me in my condition would not only hurt his pride beyond belief, but I'm sure he'd do something drastic that would involve everyone here and the jungle."

"So what are you going to do?"

"Well, I have an idea, but it's not completely there yet. I have three days until the fight. In the meantime, you could help me in getting the plan together."

"Me?" he asked in disbelief, not sure about being apart of a plan that involve Sher-Ken in it. "How can I help? I wouldn't last two seconds against him." A devious smile crept onto Mowglia's face.

"That's alright. You don't really have to fight, just be there when I need you."

"But ho-"

"C'mon, Denny!" she says as she pulls on his arm. "We have work to do, and I'm sure you'll love every bit of it."

*****8*****

"Who does she think she is?!" Sher-Ken roared. He was padding back and forth in his den, a small cave in the heart of the jungle. It was close to the river and plenty of food was nearby. Most of the animals stayed clear of his home, but that didn't matter to him. He was an excellent hunter anyway. The arcanine still hadn't gotten over Mowglia's remark at his manhood. "How dare she be so low as to make light of my maleness! I'm twice the male of any man to have ever existed!"

"Oh, I can testify to that," a feminine voice hissed.

He turned his head to see Lilura standing at the entrance to his den. She was a seviper morph. She stood a head shorter than him, more or less the same height as his rival, and possessed the smoothest, black scales of any snake. It was so smooth that it almost like touching skin. She had yellow hexagonal markings that decorated her body, from her soft shoulders and arms to her thighs, hips, and tail. She also had three across her face, which only adds to her exotic look and really brings out her beautiful red eyes. She also had a long, thick tail that had a red-bladed tip on the end that barely touched the ground when she walks. She wore no clothes, preferring to be nude at all times, therefore exposing her bare e-cup breasts and nether region to the world. Her philosophy was: why deny the world an unobstructed view of the perfect woman? She possessed a certain charm that was carried with everything she says and does. Her movements were so smooth and graceful, always carrying a purpose behind every little thing. There wasn't anything she couldn't get with a few gestures and the right words.

As she sauntered her way inside, with a seductive sway of her hips, Sher-Ken let out a low growl. "What do you want, Lilura?" he growled, not surprised by her sudden appearance, but not exactly happy about it either.

"Well... I heard that from a little bird that that Mowglia girl has returned," she replied with the typical snake-like hiss. "So I thought I'd pay you a little... visit."

"I don't have time for any of your games. I'd appreciate it if you left me alone right now."

"Aww, is that any way to treat a houseguest, after I traveled from such a long way?" She walked around him in a small circle, analyzing his every feature like she does every time she approaches the fearsome arcanine.

"I can live without you coming to see me."

"Oh, someone's in an unpleasant mood," she says as she places a hand on his arm. "Why don't you lie down and you can tell me all about it."

With a small huff, Sher-Ken let the seductive snake woman lead him to his bed, which was nothing more than a pile of straw covered with a large blanket. It was nothing much, but it was comfortable enough to sleep on. The seviper morph guided him next to her as she slowly sat on his bed. She knew he would want to sit up, so she gently pushed him so that he was lying on his back. She then cuddled up close to him, head on his shoulder with a hand slowly stroking through his chest fur. Although he would never admit it out loud, he did enjoy her rubbing him there, but he strongly guesses that she knows he does anyway. It always seemed to calm him down no matter how angry he might be.

A deep rumble in his chest let her know that he was relaxed enough for her to continue. "From the looks of it, you haven't fought with that girl yet. I would've thought you'd be at her throat at this very moment," Lilura says, continuing her rubbing.

"The fight has been postpone until three days from now," Sher-Ken sighs. "She refuses to fight me today, so I gave her three days to recover her strength." Lilura raised an eyebrow at this.

"Three days? Why wait when you can take her life right now?"

"It wouldn't be right to take the life of an exhausted foe... no matter how much I despise her," he growls. "If word gets around that I defeated her in an exhausted state, they'll say my victory wouldn't count worth anything and I'll become a laughing stock once again."

"Do you want to know what I think?" she asks, moving from rubbing his chest to his toned stomach. He turned to face her, for once, interested in what she had to say on the matter. "I think you ought to forget about that girl. She's brought you nothing but trouble and humiliation. What you need... is a woman who won't cause you so much grief." By now, Sher-Ken had given her his full attention, staring deep into her blood-red eyes and hanging on her every word. "You need a woman who'll give you her full attention and do anything you say... fulfill your every desire..." As she was whispering this, she was slowly moving her soft hand down his stomach toward a certain prize. "And take you to worlds unknown... in pleasure..."

Just as she touched his loincloth, Sher-Ken snapped out of his hypnotic state and snatched her hand up. The action almost startled her, but she was half-expecting it. "What do you think you're doing?" he growled, to which she smiled coyly at.

"I have no idea what you mean."

"You know exactly what I mean. I told you I was in no mood for your games."

"Oh pooh," she says as she slides on top of the fierce arcanine, straddling his waist. "You're no fun, you know that?"

"I have no time for fun. That waits until I-"

"Defeat Mowglia," she finishes for him. "You know, a little 'fun' might be good for you. You could release all your pent-up aggression from that Mowglia girl on something... or someone..."

At this, Lilura squeaked in surprise as Sher-ken flipped her off of him and pinned her underneath him, still holding the hand he grabbed moments ago above her head and growling at her fiercely with a hardened glare. Lilura hissed fervently at being pinned by the powerful arcanine, legs spread and tail lashing underneath him. She almost wondered if he was going to take her up on her offer for a little 'stress relief'. She watched as he leaned his head close to her non-existent ear, breathing heavily next to her head. Oh, the things she wanted him to do to her, and vice-versa. She wanted him to ravish her, take control and completely wreck her from the inside out... to make her cry out to the heavens while he laid claim to her. She wants to see him beg her for more while she rides him into and through the night in a passionate, yet violent session of mating. Her breaths came in short gasps and her body slowly heated up as her thoughts ran wild with fantasies of being dominated so fiercely.

"Get... out..." he all but yelled at the seductive snake. He then released her and got off the bed, waiting for her to leave his home as soon as possible. Lilura lay there for a moment, sighing to herself for letting her imagination get the best of her this time and getting herself so worked up. After calming herself, she got up without another word and made her way toward the den entrance. On the way, she couldn't but flash him a flirty smile with a little wink for effect, letting him know that this wasn't over. Sher-Ken rolled his eyes at that. When she got to the entrance, the seviper turned to him.

"If I were you, I'd take what I said to you a bit more seriously. There's only so much a male can stand before he gives in to his desires for the female flesh. Judging from your... condition... it won't be too long before you do."

Sher-Ken looked down, seeing that he was sporting a very large erection. It amazed him that he didn't notice it before, especially since it was protruding against the thin fabric of his loincloth so hard. By the time he looked up to make a retort to her comment, she was gone. The arcanine growled at himself for becoming so aroused from her display, after training himself to ignore such teasing from her. He had more important things to do than giving in to the temptations of the flesh, like maintaining his status as the most feared predator in the jungle. Nothing in the world mattered more to him than being feared and he'd do anything to keep it that way.

*****8*****

Three days passed by very slowly for Sher-Ken. Every day was spent either waiting in his den training his body, or sneaking to the border of the village to watch his foe, contemplating on how to best her this time. He spotted her a few times wondering out of the village to get water in the nearby river. Each time he's watched her, she would always check her surroundings to check if anyone was watching her, usually glancing in his direction more than once. He wondered if she ever saw him, but dismissed that thought since she wouldn't say or do anything. He watched her discard her clothes then step into the water to bathe herself. He never took his eyes off of her, keeping the urge to attack her in check. It was especially hard for him to do since she was at her most vulnerable during those times. There was no way she would able to avoid an ambush with the water slowing down her movements, he doing that wouldn't give him the satisfying victory he was craving.

On the evening of the third day however, she did something out of the ordinary. She brought a blanket with her, which he didn't think anything about at first until after she finished bathing. He watched her lie on the blanket, coincidentally facing his direction, and begins pleasuring herself with her fingers. The action caught the arcanine warrior off-guard, eyes going slightly wide in surprise. Out of all the things he could've thought she was going to do with that blanket, toweling off being the first thing to come to mind, masturbating out in the open was the last thing he would've thought of. He could see everything she was doing; even hear the sounds of her sex made when she pushed her fingers inside. The worst part was that he could smell her too, and it was having side-effects on his body, which he was ashamed of.

Before she even finished, Sher-Ken left the scene as quickly as possible, not wanting to see any more than he needed to. He couldn't believe his opponent would do such an indecent act in public. "Anyone could've been watching her," he thought, replaying the event in his mind. But it just wasn't anybody watching her; it was him. As this thought struck him, he stopped in his tracks. "I was the only one watching her. There was no way she could've known I was there, right?" He thought over the last couple days, suddenly finding it extremely strange that when she checked her surrounding she kept looking over his way. Even when she was bathing, she always made it so that her privates were as visible as possible, usually by bending down or spreading her legs wider than necessary. Out of all the places she could've positioned herself, she chose just where he was facing.

The gears in his head were turning, putting all the pieces he needed together in order to come up with the logical conclusion that... "She knew I was watching her..." Growling loudly, he punched the tree next to him in frustration. "That... bitch! How dare she mock me?!" he shouted. To him, it was one thing to verbally mock him, at least then he could say something in return, but it was an entirely different matter for her to use her body like that. She knew he was watching, yet she still felt secure enough to expect him not to do anything while she openly pleasures herself in front of him. That, to him, was the ultimate slap to the face. "Tomorrow... Tomorrow, I'll rip her throat out! She won't get the chance to think twice about making fun of me!"

The next morning, Sher-Ken got up early, almost deciding to skip breakfast. He was really determined this time to end things once and for all. He marched to the outskirts of the village and waited for Mowglia to show up. It wasn't until the sun was at its highest did she show up. Her friend Denny was at her side, like he was every time they fought. She waved goodbye to the guards and approached the waiting arcanine. "Been waiting long?" Mowglia asked teasingly, to which Sher-Ken only growled at.

"I've waited long enough," he grunts.

"Then let's get going. I would like our fight to be more private."

"It doesn't matter to me where you choose to be defeated." She didn't respond to him, choosing to lead them to the desired battleground.

Sher-Ken was led to the more deserted part of the jungle, to an area where there was a small clearing in the trees about fifteen yards all around. It was unknown what this place was used for in the past, but that didn't concern the arcanine. "I think this is far enough out of the way," Mowglia says as she stops near the center of the clearing. Sher-Ken stopped just behind her while Denny walks off to the side so that he doesn't get in the way. "Is there anything you'd like to say before we get started?"

"I have nothing to say to you," Sher-Ken scoffed, distancing himself a bit from her.

"Oh really? I thought you'd have something to say after my little gift to you last night." The arcanine visibly stiffened. "Yes, I knew you were watching me the past few days. I just chose not to acknowledge you. You're such a naughty puppy, watching me undress and take my baths. I think I saw you playing with yourself one time." Sher-Ken growled fiercely.

"You saw no such thing!"

"I could've sworn you did though. When I check the area you were at, there was all this white stuff on the ground. You must've been really pent up to have made such a big mess."

Sher-Ken's anger was rising faster as she laughed at him, even more so now that Denny was laughing with her. With a feral roar, he leapt her with the intent of ending her life right there. Mowglia sidestepped him easily, sticking her foot out as she did so and tripping him. Sher-Ken fell to the ground, but immediately got back up and took a swing at her. She dodged his attack again by leaning her head back. In his rage, he failed to think out an actual plan of attack other than throwing wild swings at her. "How dare she make such false accusations," he thought. On his next swing, Mowglia spun around his punch and delivered a hard elbow to his face. He stumbled back, holding his now bleeding nose with one hand while trying to ignore the searing pain in his face.

"We can stop this right now if you want," Mowglia said as she turned to walk off. "I think we both know how this is going to end."

Not wanting to let this end in another defeat, Sher-Ken charged her again, only to receive a heel kick to his mid-section. He fell on his knees in pain holding his stomach from the powerful blow. There wasn't any possible way he could recover in time before she attacked again. He watched her glance in his direction with a thoughtful look on her face before turning to her friend. She gave him some sort of signal with her hand and he nodded, getting up and moving toward the fallen arcanine warrior while pulling some rope out the pouch on his hip. Sher-Ken growled as the mightyena hunter drew closer to him, but that was all he could do while Denny hauled him away, with some difficulty, to a small tree. He then proceeded to tie him up, still on his knees, starting by tying his arms behind his back and strapping him to the tree. Next, he spread his legs a bit wider, forcing him a bit lower to the ground, and then tightened the binding across his chest.

After surveying his work, Denny gave Mowglia an affirmative nod. "He's tied up nice and good," he said, looking a bit proud of himself.

"Thank you, Denny," she said right before she approached the bound morph. She squatted in front of him so that she could be at eye-level. Sher-Ken glared at her with absolute hatred. Here he was, bound to a tree with a bleeding nose and a sore gut, and she was about to rub his latest defeat in his face yet again. "Here's the deal. You and I know for a fact that you'll never beat me in combat, but you'll never admit that will you?" He turned his head away from her, refusing to answer her question, yet answering it at the same time. "I can see that me constantly defeating you is embarrassing, but I can also see that it has done nothing to your extreme pride and determination. As a warrior, I respect you for that."

The comment had caught Sher-Ken off-guard, doing little to calm his mood, but giving her his attention. "So, I got to thinking," she continued. "That someone with your skills would be a great asset to the village. We could always use another pair of hands to help out, so what I'm trying to say is; instead of wasting both our time with this senseless fighting, we can call a truce and you could just join our village." Sher-Ken's expression and attitude turned from furious to bewilderment. Had he heard right? Did she just ask him to abandon his quest for revenge and join her village; a place he despised more than anything besides her? Did she really ask him to associate himself with beings that deserved nothing but to serve him and cower under his rule?

"Why?" The question had come out before he could stop himself.

"Honestly, It's because I'm tired of fighting with you and I think you should use your time more productively instead of waiting until you're ready to challenge me again. Not only that, but after a while, I'm sure a few of the women will be looking at you in a different light," she says with a playful grin. "They'll see what a strong male you are and come flocking to you with their dresses raised in the air in hopes to get picked to be filled with your potent seed and bear your strong young. You could settle down and live the rest of your days in peace. Doesn't that sound better than fighting with me all the time?"

In all honesty, the thought of women did appeal to him. Settling down and simply living life has been a path he considered pursuing, but only on his down time when he grew exhausted with training. Such pleasures only serve to be a distraction and have been put on hold until he defeats his rival. "While your offer does sound intriguing, I must refuse," he replied. "I must defeat you before I indulge myself in such things." He expected her to end things right there, knowing that he has his mind made up on the matter, but she wasn't giving up so easily this time.

"I thought you might say that, so I thought of a way to sweeten the deal a bit. In exchange for giving up your fruitless quest of revenge, I'll treat you to something special. I'll give you full access to my body."

"What?!" he exclaimed, eyes going wide. "I-I'm not going t-to-"

"I know you're not, so in the meantime, I'll have to give Denny some special treatment."

Mowglia stood up and turned to the mightyena male, who embraced her with a heated kiss. Their mouths parted almost instantly and their tongues darted out to wrestle with each other. Denny's hands moved from her lower back to cup her round buttocks, giving it a soft squeeze and causing Mowglia to giggle some in their kiss. She only wrapped her arms around his neck and pulled him into a deeper kiss. Sher-Ken could only watch the display of intimacy between his sworn enemy and her friend in astonishment. He wasn't sure if he should be confused as to why they were doing this in front of him, or angry that they tied him up before doing this. Either way, he didn't want to be here.

He watched as Denny finally stopped caressing her butt and moved upwards once again to untie the knot holding the strip of cloth securely to her body. He had no problems with the simple knot, using only one hand to undo it. The strip of cloth casually fell away to hang loosely in front of her massive breasts, which fell from her body a little now that the support was gone. Their bodies pressing against each other was only thing keeping it from falling completely away from her, but that was quickly remedied. The two parted lips and took in the much needed air in their lungs, separating just enough to let the cloth fall to the ground, exposing her dark brown nipples in the air.

The mightyena leaned down and licked Mowglia's neck. He tasted a bit of sweat on her smooth caramel skin, but he didn't mind it much, only wanting lick her in even more places. He slowly licked his way down her upper body, licking all over her right breast. Mowglia had her fingers entangled in his hair, simply running her hands through it as he made his way down, eventually stopping at her nipple. Denny enclosed his mouth around the bump of flesh, using his tongue to lick around it while sucking on it. At the same time, he grabbed her left breast with his right hand and gently massaged it. Mowglia sighed contently as she felt her partner suck and massage her breasts. It sent little tingles all over her body, mostly around her groin area. The feeling was especially more pleasant because she had a special audience.

Sher-Ken saw Mowglia turn to him, grinning impishly as she saw him watching them. The arcanine quickly turned his head away, for some reason feeling embarrassed. He didn't know why he suddenly felt that way. He was no stranger to sex, having had his share of it before his quest for revenge, but he was never put in this situation before. He felt uncomfortable, and not just because he was tied up. A brief tug and his binding told him he wasn't going anywhere, so he closed his eyes. If he couldn't see what was going on, then it would be put mostly out of his mind. That idea however didn't work. The sound of sucking suddenly went from very subtle to, what he believes to be, obnoxiously loud in a mere couple of seconds. It sickened him that they would be so low as to torture him like this.

Mowglia laughed inside her head when she saw Sher-Ken make a face at Denny's loud sucking on her breasts. There was no way she was let him try to get out of this by closing his eyes. She felt her friend stop his sucking and massaging and slid his hands down to her hips, playing with the string of her loincloth. She looked down at him and spread her legs a little. Denny took it as a sign to continue and pulled at the little knots on hips. The loincloth fell to the ground and he was greeted to the sight of her bare pussy. Her lips were only slightly plump, giving her a bit of a camel toe, just the way he likes it. He breathed in her slightly aroused scent and licked her folds, eliciting a soft moan from Mowglia. His broad tongue went over the entirety of her pussy, brushing passed her clit when he applied some pressure on his licks, which caused her to moan.

Sher-Ken's ears twitched at the sound of her moaning. He almost opened his eyes to see what was happening, but he stopped himself. He didn't need to see them to know what was going on. His excellent hearing, which he wishes he didn't have right now, could tell him everything he needed to know. He heard every lick to her skin, which was always accompanied by a moan. From that, and the slight shuffling of someone moving earlier, he could tell that her friend was busy lapping at her sex. He could hear her irregular breathing start to pick up now, along with the shuffling of her feet. She was spreading her legs wider. He could even smell her arousal, which, compared to the previous night, was very potent and assaulting his nostrils. With all this information he was gathering, he could picture exactly what was happening right in front of him. Because of that, he couldn't help but get aroused. Despite his best efforts at control, his member grew to full hardness and strained against his loincloth. At this point, he didn't care if they saw it or not. Chances are, this is what they were looking for anyway.

"That's enough," he hears Mowglia say. "Take the stuff out and rub it on." He hears the opening of Denny's pouch, followed by the sound of him opening a container of some kind. He suddenly smells a bit of coconut in the air, which baffled him greatly. It bothered him so much that he had to take a peek to see what they were doing. The arcanine opened his eyes slowly and turned his head in the direction of the smell. The glimpse he got was enough for him to open his eyes fully in surprise yet again. Mowglia was on her hands and knees looking directing at the enormous tent in his loincloth while her friend was rubbing his large member with some kind of cream that smelled of coconut. His face suddenly felt very hot with the way his rival was staring at his arousal with an almost hungry look in her eyes.

"That's a pretty big package you got there," she said teasingly. "I don't see why you'd want to keep something like that hidden from the ladies. I'm sure they'd love a big boy like you."

"T-That's not your concern," Sher-Ken retorted, trying to keep his voice steady.

"I guess it isn't, but you can't exactly be comfortable like that. It looks like it hurts." In truth, it did hurt a little bit, but it wasn't so bad that he was going to complain about it.

"It'll go away after a while."

"Maybe so, but I would feel bad if you're not comfortable and in pain because of us. I'll help you out with this." Sher-Ken almost tried to move away as she reached for his loincloth, but he remembered that he couldn't go anywhere if he wanted too. Once she removed the cloth, his member stood proudly in front of her, lightly twitching with the beat of his heart with his large orbs hanging loosely from his body. She estimated it was two, almost three inches wide. He was certainly not lacking in length either, being almost twice as long as her own hand.

The arcanine could only watch as she brought her face closer and nuzzled his large cock, rubbing it all over her face. He could feel her sniffing it, inhaling his musky scent. It sent a shiver up his spine. Mowglia then gave the underside of his member a nice, long lick from the base to the tip, making him to shudder. A drop of pre formed at the tip and she took the first three inches in her mouth. Sher-Ken could've sworn that he was dreaming and gasped when he felt the warm confines of her mouth suckle on his prick. Her tongue swirled all over the tip and even the underside, causing his balls to tingle and produce more pre for her to taste.

Mowglia enjoyed his taste and took a bit more of him in her mouth. She felt Denny prodding at her backside with his equally impressive member, one hand on her hip while the other was holding himself steady. She wiggles her butt a little to show that was ready for him. The mightyena lined his member up with her tight pucker and slowly inserted his cock in her ass. It was a tight fit, and he could only go so far before he had to pull back again. Both he and Mowglia moaned softly when he forced himself deeper on the second thrust. As he got deeper, his slow thrusting got more powerful, consequently pushing Mowglia further onto Sher-Ken's cock.

The arcanine was slowly coming around to letting himself enjoy this moment, especially since half his length was already in the mouth of his enemy and leaking pre. He could feel the back of her throat touch his tip. That's when a thought popped in his head. If he couldn't defeat her in combat, then he could simply defile her body with his seed. Granted, she was pleasuring him out of her own free will, but if word gets out that he claimed her, then no man would want to marry her and it would be his victory in the end even she told them she let him. It was perfect. He smiled to himself, finally having a good reason to let himself completely go and ride it for what it's worth.

He thrust his hips as much as he could to push his cock into her throat, getting a surprised muffle from Mowglia. He smiled even wider when she looked up at him with those eyes of hers. "Swallow it all," he growled, pulling back and thrusting into her throat again. The girl didn't even have a choice, since Denny was inching her forward with his hard thrusting. She probably would've had to take more of him anyway, so she did as he demanded without hesitation. Sher-Ken growled pleasingly while he watched her take the rest of his large cock, feeling her throat muscles go to work on massaging him all over along with her soft tongue. It was almost as if she was thirsty for his seed, and he would be glad to be the one who quinces that thirst for her. Looking up, he watched Denny go to town on her, thrusting wildly inside her and making loud clapping sounds every time his hips made contact with her round ass. She would moan occasionally around his member, sending little vibrations through his length and balls that made him moan a little.

The fun ended almost too quickly for the arcanine's liking. Denny pulled himself out Mowglia's tight hole and pulled her off Sher-Ken's cock, making him growl furiously. The mightyena turned her around and pumped his shaft a few times before reaching his peak. He moaned loudly as he shot thick streams of cum all over her face and tits. Mowglia opened her mouth to catch as much as could as it came out. Denny aimed for her open mouth to help her get a taste of his seed, but returned to just painting her body with his cum. His orgasm didn't die down for a couple minutes. By that time, he had covered her entire face and most of her breasts. It slowly dripped off her chin and oozed down her chest, dripping off her erect nipples and falling onto her lap.

Denny sat down on his knees, heavily panting. "That felt... so amazing," he said out of breath. Mowglia swallowed what she had in her mouth and wiped her eyes free of his thick semen.

"I bet it did," she says before licking his generous deposit off her fingers. She lets it sit on her tongue for a bit to savor the salty-sweet taste she loved so much. "You really let yourself go at the end. I almost thought you wouldn't stop."

"You'd love it either way. So..." he says, head jerking in the direction of Sher-Ken. "What are you going to do with him?" Mowglia looks over to see an irritated Sher-Ken lowly growling at the two, obviously not pleased for the two leaving him hanging.

"Right; you go ahead and clean up. I'll take catch up to you in a while."

"Alright then; shout if you need anything."

Denny got up and put his loincloth back. Before he left, he walked over behind Sher-Ken and untied the ropes he bound him with. The arcanine rubbed his sore wrists, which were rubbed slightly raw by the rope, and rotated his shoulders to get the feeling back in his arms, feeling relieved that he didn't have to stay tied up any longer. He looked at Mowglia, almost completely covered in her friends' cum and still heavily aroused, feeling the desire to claim her right there boil in his loins. He was going to enjoy every second of this. "On your back," he growled. Mowglia smirked at him.

"What, no foreplay?" His reply was a simple growl, to which she only shrugged at as she complied with his demand. She lay on her back with her legs up and spread apart, showing him the wet folds of her sex.

Sher-Ken, fueled by his lust, pounces on her and puts her legs onto his shoulders. He didn't give her any warning before he shoved half his length into her. He looked Mowglia in the eyes as she grunts in pain at the sudden intrusion, but he paid her no mind before he pulled out and shoved himself inside again. He took in great joy at causing her pain, but he knew it wouldn't be long before she adjusted to his girth. The arcanine pounded away at her, reveling in extreme pleasure of her warm, wet walls massaging his member from sides. It had been a long time since he's felt the inside of a female so intimately.

It set his soul on fire watching her squirm beneath him, her large cum-covered breasts bouncing wildly with his every thrust, occasionally flinging little drops of seed onto the ground. Mowglia grabbed her bouncing tits and lifted each one to her mouth, licking as much of the remnants of Denny's deposit as she could off of them. The copious amount of pre-cum he leaked helped him drive deeper into her moist tunnel, inch by inch, until he eventually managed to hilt himself. "That's right..." he growled lustfully. "Take every single inch." It turned him on even more to hear her soft moans grow into loud screams, finally having adjusted to him. Her constant squeezing around his length took him to new heights of pleasure and was quickly pushing him over the edge. His aching member felt like it was about to explode and juding from how tight she just squeezed him, she was getting close as well.

It was at this point did he feel that he should give her bit of a warning, just to be nice. "About... to cum," he panted, holding himself back long enough to get a response from her.

"Pull it... out," she replied back. Sher-Ken grinned, a thought coming to his head.

"No... I'm going to fill you good. If you're lucky... you can bear my child." He hilted himself one last time, touching the entrance to her womb, and roared out as he came. The look of shock from feeling his first shot of seed splash her insides was quickly replaced with total ecstasy, having hit her peak just then. Sher-Ken watched her back arch as she grabbed onto her breasts extra hard, milking him with her tunnel for more of his seed, which he had no short supply of. Every throb sent more and more potential children in her womb. When it became too much for her to hold, the rest leaked out around his shaft and slid down her rear.

When his orgasm faded, he pulled out of her and stood up, going to where his loincloth lay. "I... told you to pull out," he heard Mowglia say as he picked up his clothing.

"Yeah, you did... What's your point? Are you going to cry about it?" His tone was far from caring. He was more amused than anything else. When he turned to her, she was leaning back on her elbows and looked displeased with his tone, but none of this got through to him because he was eyeing her leaking cunt with a deep sense of satisfaction. In truth, she didn't really expect him to cum inside her, or, if he was going to, she thought she'd have enough time to kick him off before he finished. "Don't get me wrong," he said as he put on his loincloth. "I did appreciate you offering yourself to me, but as for the rest of that little deal... it can suck my dick." Sher-Ken laughed to himself as he started walking away.

"Will you at least leave the village alone?" Mowglia asked before he got too far away. The arcanine glanced back at her with a smirk on his face.

"I'll put it under consideration." He left the warrior where she lay, used up and filled to the brim with his seed. He felt like he got the revenge he sought after three-times over, ten-times if he managed to get her pregnant. He knew she could never live it down if that actually happened and laughed again when he thought about it. "Heh; serves her right. Now...where the hell is that snake at?"

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