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The Legacy of Siyu - Chapter 5

By Smokescale Aquatos

Commissioned by Gang Xi Siyu

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"I really don't think it would be a good idea to carry me in! They don't think about sex the same way the tribe does! It would be indecent!" The kangaroo rat squeaked complainingly, twisting and struggling to pull himself away from the bovine who had guarded him through the night. Chanda gazed down at him with those same hard eyes as always, considering what he had to say. She found his voice more annoying than offensive at the moment.

"So you are saying they would be offended if we enter while I carry you, but letting you walk in of your own free will, with... this," she squeezed his still rigid length held tightly inside her, "exposed for all to see would not cause a problem?"

Siyu whimpered and shivered at the sudden tightening of the lady's grasp. She did have a point, but he was quickly able to counter it.

"You let me go, and give me a little time to... put it away."

"Put it away?" Calista raised an eyebrow, giving the rodent a nudge between his shoulder blades, "In the nine moons you have been with us, you've only been able to 'put it away' maybe two or three times."

"Because you girls won't let me! Look, just let me go and give me a few minutes to... calm down. I'm sure doing business with them would be far easier if you let me walk in with at least a little dignity."

"The instant you are free, that scent of yours will drive us all to mount you again." The green dragoness had intimate knowledge of Siyu's new 'strength'. It did pose an interesting problem. Again, the rat had an answer, albeit a slightly less than desirable one.

"So you go ahead and mount me. It'll get it out of your system for a little while. Maybe long enough for me to prepare for business." That seemed satisfactory for the group. Calista even offered a notion to strengthen their resolve.

"Once we're done, I've got something we can try and block your scent with. It might give us calm enough to get through this without disturbing the locals." She reached into a small cloth bag she had brought with her, examining the contents before producing a large green leaf folded carefully into a square. Delicate fingers unfolded it and revealed an orange substance, as if someone had crushed up bits of fruit into a paste. A single digit ever so lightly touched the top of the soft mound and was held aloft for both chief and prisoner to examine. It smelled strongly of the exotic berries Siyu was beginning to develop a taste for. So strongly that for a brief moment, nothing else registered. Chanda nodded and looked down to the rat between her legs.

"That should provide relief enough from the madness you bring us. At least for a time." She pushed her stud to the ground and began to grunt with heavy exertion, feeling the lump at the top of her belly shift about. The rodent whimpered and groaned, trying his best to keep from making a terribly big fuss.

"Just... oh god... try not to make too much noise. We don't... nnnngh! We don't want to scare the villagers!"

An hour passed before each lady had taken their turn with their plaything and taken some of Calista's new mixture and smeared some of it just softly about the outside of their nostrils. It was surprisingly effective and granted them relief from the fire in their loins. For the moment. Thankfully, it did provide Siyu the time he needed to soften and retreat back within his sheath. At least now he could try to conceal himself properly. His kimono was badly worn and could scarcely cover the whole of his swollen groin. He would definitely need a new one. Once the group was satisfied and the 'ambassador' ready, they emerged from the brush into the morning light. The town was still waking from its sleep as they approached, a few early risers milling about and tending to their chores. Until they caught sight of the party walking towards the center of town.

Stares of all sorts met the group, making the rat blush horribly. He could only imagine what the villagers were thinking. The ladies seemed to take little notice of the looks themselves, constantly peering around them slowly, waiting for what they assumed would be the inevitable attack. No aggressive action was ever taken, thankfully. Eventually, the silence became too much for Siyu to bear and he timidly approached one of the frozen and stunned onlookers.

"Good morning. My friends and I were hoping to do some business in town. We would like to trade for goods, but I need to see a money changer first. Is there one I can speak to?"

The hare he spoke to, a good foot taller than him, never broke his gaze, remaining fixed upon the Amazonian visitors. A trembling hand rose and curled all but one digit pointed towards one of the many wooden structures, one with a sign hanging above the door labeling it with the very trade Siyu sought.

"O... over there."

"Thank you very much. Have a pleasant day." He bowed deeply, or as deeply as his tremendous bulge below the waist would grant him. He then turned and motioned for the ladies to follow him as he aimed for the metallurgists workshop. As the hare continued to gawk in disbelief, another villager moved to his side, just as dumbfound.

"Wh-what did he want!?"

"To trade..."

Just as with the villagers outside, there was a certain amount of astonishment from the old canine. His eyes peered over his glasses up at the ladies towering over the kangaroo rat in front of them, stuttering and trying his best not to drool.

"H-how c-can I help you s-sonny?"

Siyu simply blushed and stepped forward, providing the elderly dog with the leather pouch containing the gold coins he and his assistants had smelted the previous day.

"I would like to get the value of these appraised if I could. We were hoping it might be enough to purchase what we need." He released the small bag and stepped back, watching the weight cause the canid's hand to dip slightly in the air. That seemed to catch the old man's attention. His eyes shifted down to the pouch in his palm and he adjusted his glasses, getting down to work almost immediately.

A single coin was removed from the bag and its purity was tested carefully, giving the metal worker cause to be shocked once more. The rest were poured out into a scale while the women all watched curiously, asking the rat all manner of questions. They each did quite well masking their discomfort with the situation. Eventually, the dog returned to the counter, quite dumbfound with what he had been given.

"Sonny, this is the purest gold I've ever seen. Where on earth did you find it?"

"Well, that's... something of a trade secret. After all, if I told you, what's there to keep you from telling everyone who comes through here? And then what's to keep them from coming and taking over?"

"Us." Chanda chimed in, crossing her arms disapprovingly. The old hound looked up at the buffalo, still uncertain how she was able to stay on her hooves while so heavy with child, swallowed hard, and nodded nervously.

"I... I see yer point. It's yer own business and not none of mine."

"Thank you for respecting our privacy. So, can you tell me how much it's all worth?"

The elder fellow was shaken from his stupor and cleared his throat, sputtering a bit.

"I'd say... each one is worth about three times the usual value of a single gold piece. You've got enough here ta start yer own farm from scratch, sonny. What on earth are you gonna need ta be buyin' with all that money?"

Siyu only offered a polite smile.

"Quite a lot actually."

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Word of the rich little rat and the enormously pregnant ladies he traveled with spread quickly, especially the rich part. Soon, every shopkeeper in town was scrambling about to try and sell something to their newest visitor. Begrudgingly, the ladies granted Siyu's request and remained near the center of town while he did his shopping, all save Calista who was keen to learn the language and culture a bit more. He didn't seem to mind having her follow him around nearly as much as the others. Eventually though, the penny finally dropped and he was forced to face a small problem.

"I see you have some very fine parchment as well. I'd like to purchase some of it, say about... fifty sheets? Oh, and some ink and a few quills as well."

"Very good sir, and where would you like the other goods put?"

"Just out with the other ladies near the center of town. I'm sure they can carry most of it without a problem." He paused suddenly feeling an awkward pang of chauvinism for some reason. They were big and strong of course, but they were still ladies. Something about it just didn't quite feel right. His turmoil was quickly stopped by the jade dragoness who opted to tag along.

"With everything you've bought so far, I don't think we could carry it all without making more than one trip. And we still haven't even purchased any food like you suggested."

The rat blinked softly and opened his mouth to speak, wanting to justify everything he had been so eager to get his hands on since getting back to civilization. He couldn't bring himself to, not when they had yet to fulfill the purpose for coming. His face eased into a look of mild annoyance as a notion hit him.

"I knew we should have brought my cart. I guess I can leave all this here and we can take the food back first. We can get the cart and come back for the rest of it later... if Chanda lets me. And that's a very big if."

In that moment, Calista voice an idea that was colored in shades of genius.

"Why don't you just buy another cart?"

That wouldn't work, Siyu thought. Surely it would be too expensive, especially considering how much the cost of food was going to be. He looked back into his pouch of money, finding a great deal of it still remaining. To the ladies all he had already purchased were nothing more than gadgets and gizmos, toys and distractions to keep himself entertained, even though they were quite useful if only to the rat. And he had yet to use more than three gold pieces. Quickly, he began to do the math in his head and his eyes glazed over as he came to a realization. He turned to the shopkeeper and paused, half expecting the answer to be well beyond possibility.

"How much do you want for the cart outside?"

"My... my cart? But... I can't possibly sell it. I use it to keep my shop stocked up. You know how it is. You're a merchant."

"Yes, a merchant without a cart. And if I'm right, I'll bet you could get yourself a replacement before the week's end with all you're making today. I need something to carry everything we're buying back to our home," That felt strange as well, referring to the tribe as his home. Its weight did not go unnoticed by the scaled woman seated just behind him, hands resting on her vast belly, "And you have one of the largest carts in town from what I can tell. Going a few days without one won't hurt you. Going a few days without mine could mean a good deal of trouble for me. Please, won't you reconsider?"

The softly portly crow clicked his beak unhappily. He wasn't entirely sure it was such a fine idea but there was a profit to be made. Ultimately, he relented, with a provision.

"I won't sell it to you. I'll rent it to you. You use it to take your things back where you came from, and you bring it back next time you come through here. Just be sure to bring yours next time."

"Thank you! Yes, I'll be sure to do just that! And you have my word that we will take the utmost care of your property. Now then, let's start loading it. There's a blacksmithing forge I would like to visit!" Calista cleared her throat, bringing Siyu to freeze in place as he was suddenly reminded of his obligations, "...Yes, visit... right after we go to speak to the local farmers."

The dragoness managed to climb to her feet with some effort, a great deal less than anyone would have expected to be required. With a grace the rodent had come to admire, she stepped out into the street to wait for him to finish his business. Soon, he joined her, watching all of his new belongings being loaded into the large wagon he would be riding back to the tribe in.

"I think we've let you have your fun long enough. Chanda is no doubt quite annoyed that she hasn't seen any progress made on solving our food shortage. If I were you, I probably would have taken care of that first."

Siyu shrank a little, offering a timid little squeak.

"Yeah, I probably should have. But can you blame me!? It's my first trip back to civilization in almost a year! I'm just a little excited!"

"Control yourself. You're acting like a child. Who would we speak to about food?" She was only slightly annoyed with his unruly behavior, putting his own desires before the tribe's needs, but at present it seemed harmless enough and didn't pose a threat. Best to reign him in before he got out of hand.

"There are a few farms around the outskirts of town. We would need to talk to those that run them. There was one I saw that had a few crops that would be large enough to support our needs. If not, we can always purchase more from the others."

"Chanda will want to be present. She is the chief, she needs to make sure you're getting enough for everyone."

Siyu nodded softly and turned to head back down the street towards the center of town where a small crowd had begun to gather. Calista pulled the cart along behind her, amazing the locals with such a feat of strength. As they drew closer, whispers and hushed conversations could be heard coming from those who stood about, unable to draw their attention away from the motherly beauties resting near the town fountain. The bovine lady seemed to be in moderately good spirits, even as she saw what the rodent had purchased.

"Your trading is going well?" Her voice was a touch softer than the usual harsh timbre. Perhaps it was the meal one of the local innkeepers brought for the ladies. Perhaps it was the children who continued to pose questions and regard the group with less fear than the adults. One had even taken to falling asleep against her gravid stomach. Siyu nodded, turning to show her the cart he had managed to secure.

"Very well! I've managed to get quite a lot so far! And there's still more than enough money left to get however much food we're going to need. I was about to go down to one of the farms and begin negotiations. You know more about how much the tribe will need. You may want to come along."

The buffalo nodded with a soft snort, far more placid than he had ever seen her. With a slight hesitation, if only to keep from disturbing the sleeping child, she rose to her hooves and approached the rat, looking down at him.

"I certainly hope all this... junk... hasn't cost us what we'll need."

"Not at all! Not at all! We've still got well more than enough to cover the food. Please, follow me."

With a warm meal in her, the most interesting meal she had enjoyed in her life no doubt, and relations between her people and the town blossoming, she felt a great deal more at ease, as if she could let her guard down more than she felt she probably should. She even overlooked Siyu's habit to chatter away incessantly. Calista took a seat with the other ladies and let out a sigh of relief as she was offered a plate just as the others had. Chanda turned away from her sisters seeing they were in no danger and followed the breeder, impressed with the fruit paste's ability to keep her from smelling the rat. Had she seen how some of the merchants had reacted, she might have had cause for concern, but it seemed everyone had managed to contain themselves so far.

The hard, compacted soil of the road quickly turned soft and covered in lush grass as the unlikely pair passed the outer row of buildings and aimed for one of the cottages just beyond. A small balled up fist rapped firmly on the wooden door that stood before them. Footsteps came from within just before the door swung open to reveal a fellow of russet and crimson, a stallion with a white streak down the center of his forehead and muzzle. He paused seeing the diminutive kangaroo rat and then the exquisitely tall, and well proportioned, chief next to him. He blinked a few times before settling into his default response for incredulous sights.

"Mornin'."

"Good morning, sir!" The rodent dipped into a bow, "I am Gang Xi Siyu and I wish to discuss the possibility of purchasing some of your harvest if I might. Would you be at all interested in selling to a tribe about to have several new mouths to feed?"

The stallion simply blinked again, slowly and softly, before brushing his mane out of his eyes with a white 'socked' hand. He wasn't accustomed to having merchants coming directly to his door. It was something of an interesting change. Of course, he wasn't about to pass up an opportunity to support his farm. He spoke simply, having no need for the same level of length at which Siyu seemed to speak.

"Yup."

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After a quick tour of the farm, McKenzie as he had introduced himself, invited both the tall and the small to inspect his harvest. The storage shed was filled to near capacity with all sorts of fresh grown goodness, a great deal of which Chanda had never seen before. Siyu of course did most of the talking, letting the chief say her piece when the need arose. The horse seemed to take the entire matter of an Amazon far more casually than those in town. Perhaps he was just more laid back.

"So how much did you say you were going to need? You've got a village of how many?"

"About a hundred or so, with quite a few children on the way. We'll likely need to come back in a month or so depending on how quickly we go through what we buy today. Anything you have that has been smoked, salted, or pickled would be marvelous. The longer we can last on our supply, the better."

McKenzie nodded with a soft snort, guiding the rat deeper into the shed, which might as well have been a small barn, showing him what persevered foods they had stored up so far.

"Sounds like you folks could use a farm of yer own. Why haven't ya thought about that?"

The buffalo stepped in, cutting Siyu off before he could offer a more diplomatic answer.

"We are not farmers. We are hunters. What plants we eat, we gather from the jungle."

A nod was all the equine offered. No tremble or timid cowering. He let her speak her mind and respected it.

"I see, not used ta needin' so much all at once. Might wanna look into it at some point. I wouldn't mind offering ya some pointers, maybe help ya scout a good spot to plow."

It was Siyu's turn to interrupt, hoping to keep feathers from getting too ruffled.

"Thank you that's very kind. I'm sure we will do well enough with purchasing what we need for now. Call it something to look into down the line. Now I don't want to put you and your wife in a situation where you won't have enough to eat on your own. How much would you need to keep in order to make it through the next season?" A quick change of subject seemed to help deflect any errant glares from the buffalo. McKenzie put his hands on his hips as he looked over his sizable stock pile of grains and vegetables, quietly considering what he and his wife went through.

"Really there's not much in here we would need to hold onto. We keep our own supply separate for the most part, and we have a small garden where we grow a few things we tend to keep for ourselves. The majority of what's here can be sold without putting too tight a strain on us."

"Excellent! This would be far more than enough to feed the tribe! Might give me a chance to share a few recipes with them. They seemed to take to the local cuisine quite well."

"Yeah, the town's got some good cooks. The Begging Fox has got the best stew I've ever put in my mouth. Now that we've got how much you want figured out, let's go talk 'bout how much I want for it. Katy is probably wonderin' where we're at, what with lunch bein' ready by now."

Mention of food caught Chanda's attention. The 'breakfast' as they called it seemed to agree with her quite well. There was no telling what this 'lunch' might do for her. She gave the rodent a nudge from behind, pushing him towards the front of the shed, following the horse along. The walk back to the cottage was made with all sorts of small talk filling the silence, the sort of discussions that the brown lady found mostly uninteresting. She instead took to gazing out across the farmland. There was a certain charm about the rolling hills and the even rows of cultivated plant life that seemed to strike her in an odd way. It was easy to see where the farm ended, where the horse's territory ended. The idea of being able to produce enough food for the entire tribe from a single plot of land didn't go unnoticed either.

A group of chairs was placed out in front of the smallish house while a lovely young filly in a cotton dress placed several simple plates atop a round wooden table made from a half of a barrel. McKenzie offered the lady a delicate little peck on the cheek before taking a seat, offering one to the rodent and buffalo. Chanda declined, opting to sit on the ground. It wasn't out of disrespect or preference for the earth. It was clear that the chair would not be able to hold her weight. Katy seemed fascinated with the size of the bovine's stomach, curious but not to the point of voicing her questions just yet.

A meal was served, food that was far different from what was provided earlier by the townsfolk, but none the less enjoyable. Chanda seemed to rush through her serving and was promptly brought another, comments about eating for two and needing to 'put some meat on those bones' or something to that effect were made. Eventually, the pleasantries were gone through in their entirety. It eventually turned to business. For the sake of keeping to his traditional practices, the equine rose from his seat and invited the rodent inside where he could review his finances. A leather binder was retrieved from a small desk and he opened it to peruse the numbers he and his wife had been so careful to keep track of. After a moment of study, he looked up to make an offer.

"So then, for damn near all I've got. I'd say forty gold pieces is rightly fair."

Siyu winced internally at the price, but only briefly after remembering what he had brought with him.

"Forty gold pieces. I assume you mean of the usual currency passing through town?"

McKenzie nodded quietly, a soft furrow forming upon his brow.

"'Course that's what I mean. What else would it be?"

"Well," Siyu reached into his coin purse and produced a single coin, rough and jagged in places, but easily recognizable, "I spoke to the metallurgist in town. He says the purity of what we've brought makes these worth three times the usual value. I'd be willing to part with fifteen of them to purchase what you're offering. That's forty-five of the usual coins." He leaned forward, offering the coin to the stallion to inspect.

"Three times the value huh? Hmm... I dunno Mr. Gang."

"Please, call me Siyu."

"Right, Siyu. You see, I don't know anythin' about the ways of gold and money changin'. I'd need some sort of guarantee that what yer sayin' can be backed up. I'd like ta go talk to Old Man Yates before I just hand everything over to ya."

"I would be more than happy to. I realize I'm coming to you with a currency that's not the usual sort. I wouldn't expect you to just take me at my word, a perfect stranger."

"Come now, a stranger's just a friend ya haven't met yet." A quirky little smile came with the fairly common phrase. Common among those of good disposition and hospitality at least. Siyu nodded with a smile and extended a hand to shake with McKenzie's, "I think we've got the makin's of a deal. We'll head on up to town and give Mr. Yates another visit. Before we go though, you've got ta try my wife's lemonade. It's the best in the whole valley."

"I would love to."

Outside, while the boys discussed the matter of paying for so much of the harvest, Katy and Chanda were left to fill the silence. The dusty colored filly shyly continued to steal glances of the buffalo's rounded abdomen, suppressing a gasp as she saw it twitch, likely from the baby kicking. Eventually, she could stand it no longer, she simply had to satisfy her curiosity.

"So, Miss Chanda... how much longer will it be before your little one comes?"

The chief snorted a little, only understanding a portion of what was asked, but that was enough to comprehend. Her merchant's tongue still needed a great deal of work, but she could speak well enough to get her point across.

"A few more days."

"Days!? And you came all this way on foot!?" The mare was stunned into a slack-jawed stare. Chanda simply turned and offered her a gaze that seemed to speak of how little she cared about the opinions of others.

"In our tribe, everyone must work or else we starve."

Katy nodded, trying to reign herself back in. She continued to watch the great brown dome as its owner caressed it idly. She wasn't done fishing for information.

"If you don't mind my asking... where is your baby's father?" That was a word not used very often among the ladies of the jungle. Had she known, Katy might have asked differently. Chanda wrinkled her forehead as she tried to translate that odd term, 'father', and ultimately came up with what it probably referred to.

"The rat is inside. We use him as a breeder." She still had a rather conservative opinion of Siyu, but it was beginning to change, especially with the way the townsfolk had welcomed them. Katy blinked, stunned once more as she came to realize the extent of the rodent's role.

"He... he has... fathered all the children... in your tribe!?"

Chanda nodded, turning to look back out at the sprawling landscape before her, wanting to ignore the conversation.

"Yes. He is a good breeder. Noisy. But good."

"How on earth could he manage to-" She cut herself off, remembering the boundaries she had been raised to respect. After a moment, she simply let the comment die and moved on, "I have to say, I'm a little jealous. McKenzie and I have been trying to have children. I wish I could feel what it's like."

The buffalo, now thoroughly annoyed by the woman's endless discussion about her belly, climbed to her feet with a reasonable excuse to leave.

"You will make a fine mother. I will go get the cart so we can load our food."

Katy clapped her mouth shut and nodded bashfully, realizing she might have been a little too talkative for the bovine's liking.

"Alright, I'll let the boys know. It was a pleasure meeting you." Her polite farewell was met with a grunt from the russet woman. Clearly Chanda wasn't interested in talking any further. The mare's ears drooped softly at the less than warm reply but brushed it off and turned to step inside. There she found the two just as they were finishing their discussion and moving on to other matters.

"Chanda has left to go get the cart. I'm sure she'll be back soon."

McKenzie nodded and gave his short guest a pat on the back.

"Not a bad idea. While we're waiting, do you have any lemonade left? I've just been telling Siyu all about it."

The slight dampening of the lady's spirits from the abrasive buffalo was quickly lifted at mention of one of her proudest creations. She smiled broadly then sank a bit.

"Oh... no, I don't. I'll have to make some more. Could you go get some more lemons for me? You know which ones are ripe better than me."

The stallion nodded and clopped his way to the door, slipping out to gather the fruit requested. The comment struck him as odd considering she seemed to be able to judge quite expertly on her own. Still, it wasn't enough to catch his attention for long as he departed the house. It left Siyu to stand in the center of the small cottage while the farmer's wife moved on to the counter where she usually concocted the beverage, making what preparations she could in the mean time. It was quiet, and in the rat's opinion, somewhat awkward, being left alone with a lady.

After so long, he had come to expect a certain sort of behavior and the lack of it here seemed to surprise him. His eyes drifted down to the unmistakable bulge his kimono was struggling to cover, wondering if his scent only worked on the girls back in the village. The more he thought about the action that seemed strangely absent (did he actually miss it?), the stronger the growing tightness between his legs became. It would certainly not do for him to spring free here and now. To that end, he resolved to try and take his mind of the matter with small talk... something he was unable to properly practice in his new home.

"So, Miss Katy-"

"Oh please, just Katy is enough. I've never been one for formal titles."

Siyu nodded, "Alright, Katy... how long have you and McKenzie been married?" He paused at the curious wording considering the lady was a horse. He rolled the words around in his head distractedly; married, mare, was there a clever witticism in there he could make use of? It made little difference.

"A while yet," The similarities of the words wasn't lost on her. He would not have been the first to make a joke of it, "Long enough for us to start discussing having children seriously."

Only start? Siyu wasn't privy to the details of individual couples and their private exploits but he was certainly aware that usually children came rather briefly after two were wed. He could not help but focus on the notion.

"Wanted to take your time?"

Katy turned to look away at first, modestly embarrassed, "At first. After a while, we thought we would try. And we kept trying. It's been long enough that I've started to believe that I may not be meant to be a mother." Her voice trailed off as she spoke, maintaining a steady composure but distracted by the heartache such failings brought with them. The short guest frowned softly and moved to approach the lovely mare, feeling the strings of his own heart being tugged at.

"You shouldn't give up. I'm sure you will both have your chance to become parents. I'll speak to Calista when I see her again. She might have some advice or medicine that could help you."

The tall lady shook her head lightly to wave her bangs out of her eyes, sniffing ever so softly. Anyone who could not read her as well as her husband would not have known it was in response to fighting back a few errant tears rather than an itch.

"Calista... you said she was the... priestess? Of that village of yours?"

"Oh... I wouldn't call it MY village," Siyu blushed deeply at the very idea, "I suppose I have come to think of it as my home in recent months, but I still feel very much like I'm only a guest, not a member of the community. But yes, she's the priestess. She's very well versed in matters of... offspring. I'm sure she could help you."

The rodent continued to blush as Katy seemed to want to focus on the tribe, fighting to maintain his crumbling sense of modesty, growing weaker thanks to his new home. She seemed utterly fascinated by the women of the jungle... among other things.

"Perhaps she could," The lady paused, seeming to ponder quietly before turning to look over the rat standing in the center of her kitchen, "Is it true that you've fathered children with every single woman there?"

Siyu's cheeks were a deep red by this point, his eyes as large as saucers. He wasn't expecting this sort of commentary at all! Still, it would be rude not to answer honestly.

"Well, I... um... Yes? It's true? Why do you ask if you don't mind my curiosity?"

"It's just," Oh she was so ashamed of herself for even thinking of another male in such a fashion, "It must take quite a lot of... effort... to do something like that." By now, it was hard not to notice her gaze shifting now and again to the heavy swell just barely contained by the rodent's clothing.

"Yes, a lot of... effort. That's one way to put it." He silently cursed himself for the growing tightness, realizing just how bad a time and place this was to lose control over that uncooperative protrusion.

"Maybe it's not Calista I should be talking to." The mare stepped in towards her houseguest, giving him reason to take a half step backwards. Siyu swallowed nosily, realizing that his scent wasn't affecting only the ladies of the jungle anymore. Not when he was beginning to come unglued all over again. But surely they wouldn't be able to do anything about it. It was a physical impossibility wasn't it?

"I don't think your husband would appreciate me trying to help you have a baby!" It was too late at this point to try and hide his arousal, suddenly picturing this classically beautiful farmer's wife settled atop him, somehow managing to contain him. The kimono parted to reveal the swelling pink flesh of his aching member. He groaned and whimpered as it slowly grew to its full height, just above eye level for him. Katy simply stared in utter disbelief at its size, the intense musk flooding the room driving her mind into places she had not previously considered.

"We've... we've actually... talked about," She stuttered a moment, shook her head to try and steady her thoughts, but that only lasted so long, "We've talked about seeing if another man would... be able to..." They hadn't actually. It was a thought she had conjured up and summarily dismissed months ago, but with such a maddeningly strong masculine 'heat' wafting up and awakening more primal parts of her mind, the facts began to twist and she couldn't tell what she had and had not discussed with her husband. Her hands reached out and began to feel along the exposed tower of rat flesh before her, fascinated by it. Siyu meanwhile could only groan as his legs began to wobble just a bit.

"Katy... I... I don't think... this is such... a good idea!" His words were as unsteady as his knees, weak and ineffectual. The mare let them drift away to be ignored, daring to lean down and run her tongue across the smooth head, already beginning to drool a bit. As soon as she collected a proper taste of the rodent, she was gone. Her hooves clopped quietly as she stepped back and began undressing, almost frantically. In a matter of minutes, she was in the nude, her lovely, well curved body exposed for the diminutive fellow to drink in. She wasn't nearly as tall or well endowed as the ladies from the village back home, but she was certainly gifted.

A pair of hands moved to push Siyu to the ground, far more gently than any of the tribal Amazons he was used to, but he still didn't fight. He was sure she wouldn't be able to take something that amounted to the size of one of her thighs. She was determined to try though. As she stood over him, her breath became more ragged and needy, her eyes showing the same internal ache, driven by that mighty scent. Her hooves carried her up over him and she pressed the tip of his monstrous length to her groin. It brought a shiver to her whole form from the contact alone. Siyu simply stared in aroused terror, afraid that McKenzie would walk in at any moment and trounce him. The door never opened. A tense moment lingered between the two as Katy silently judged if she could succeed. Eventually, she gave in to her wanton lust and flexed her legs, pulling herself down against that expansive shaft.

A cry of shock, mild pain, and intense stimulation filled the kitchen as the mare managed to sink the first half foot of the rodent into her. Siyu gasped as well, gritting his teeth as he was forced to squeeze into so tight a vessel. This would not end well, he feared. With another grunt, the equine woman shoved herself down atop the rodent harder, consuming another solid foot of his arousal. A sizable, visible swell formed in her abdomen as she somehow managed to stretch around him. It was a mystery how she could pull it off. With each downward thrust, she cried out, filling a deep, nigh unquenchable need to take this rat and do what must be done. She was desperate for it, and he was nowhere near strong enough to resist her.

In a matter of agonizingly erotic moments, she had mustered the strength and elasticity to press those swollen, moistening lips down against the very base of the rat's spire. She had done what Siyu had thought to be impossible! Had he met her earlier in his life, he might not have ended up living with the aggressive and demanding women he was settling in with. He might have married this girl had he gotten to her before McKenzie. It was all water under the bridge, thoughts that could not stay in his head while competing with the act of lust he was being claimed by. Katy rose from her seated position on him and slammed down again, her legs already feeling rather weak, her hands running across the tell-tale bulge in her stomach, pushing up into her chest and forcing her breasts apart slightly. How she could withstand such a beast was beyond the both of them.

Her efforts were strained but the mare would not yield, not until the fire had been extinguished. A sweet, sticky trickle began to coat the rat's groin, smelling faintly of apples. Again the horse bucked, hoisting herself up only to drag herself back down atop the great tower threatening to lodge itself in her throat from below. It was easily the most intense experience she had ever found herself in. Hips twisted about, an effort to gain purchase. Fingers clawed harmlessly at fur and flesh. Moans of ecstasy filled the house. Speed was of no concern, not when Katy's energy was devoted to properly seating herself on the rat. Repeatedly. Each time she rose, she felt him rise with her, but only an inch or so off the ground. She didn't have the same strength that Siyu's tribe had. She couldn't walk around with him in tow. Still, it was impressive she could go as far as she had.

The lady rocked back and forth, panting furiously as sweat began to trickle down her glistening form. The strain was beginning to wear on her, not to contain such a monster but to try and make use of it once it was in. Much to her relief, its owner wasn't able to hold out long. This was markedly different from the trysts back in the village, and such a vice-like grip left Siyu breathless, eyes rolling back and glazed over, mouth hanging agape as his slender chest pumped frantically for air. Just as it seemed that neither would be able to last long enough to truly satisfy the burning need in each, a sudden, and exceedingly powerful burst flooded the mare's womb. The first blast of the rodent's seed. He cried out as his legs went stiff. Katy nickered uncontrollably as her stomach surged outward from the initial contribution. Then came the rest. Long, stiff pulses claimed the rigid spire as it unleashed what felt like a small lake of kangaroo rat essence into the horse's form. Her hands moved abruptly to her stretching belly, gasping in shock as she watched it bulge and grow. Siyu himself writhed under her, no longer able to contain himself as he pumped gallon after gallon of the potent stuff into the dark environs of the farmer's wife.

When at last his eruption settled to a soft twitch, he could no longer see the lady's face. Her belly had grown so large that it bumped his nose. She crouched there on her knees, still lodged upon his manhood, speechless, breathless, stunned into utter disbelief at the new sensations rushing through her. Gradually, as she regained her composure, she began to pull away and slip off. Amazingly, her womb refused to release even a single drop of the precious ooze, greedily keeping it all for its own purposes. Siyu lay on the floor, gasping as his lungs burned. McKenzie would not be pleased with him at all.

"K-Katy... I... I'm sorry! I... I just... it's... really strong! The girls... back home... they can't control themselves when they smell it!"

The mare didn't even bother to try and justify what had just happened. She was still lost in the shock of having stretched so far and taken so much. Her hands cupped against her vast, sloshing, gurgling stomach. Just as she leaned against the counter, seated on the floor, preparing to speak, the door opened and in stepped the stallion.

"I hope these will d-" McKenzie froze at the sight before him. His wife bloated out like an overfilled balloon, the kangaroo rat come to buy his harvest laying out on the floor spent and out of breath while his ridiculously enormous shaft stood above him. It seemed to pulse and ache as if it needed more, glistening in the mare's own nectar. He was absolutely dumbfound. His silence however lasted only briefly as he stepped in. A scowl formed on his brow, "Just what in the name of all that is holy did you two do while I was getting lemons!?" It was the last thing he could utter. He suddenly shuddered powerfully as the smell of sex struck him with the force of a tidal wave. The rage he was prepared to take out on the rodent seemed to suddenly vanish. How was it possible that something could smell so strong?

Siyu gulped noisily as he propped himself up, staring at the stallion, terrified of retribution. He found himself confused by McKenzie's odd and abrupt halt. He could see a curious trembling passing over the equine's muscular form. What on earth was going on? His scent wasn't that powerful, was it!?

It was.

As he began to overcome the quake in his form, the stallion immediately tore his clothes off, exposing his chiseled form. His shirt was the first to go, his pants concealing a growing swell that lasted only moments. The fabric restraining his own manhood was stripped away, allowing the musky organ now set free to bob and bounce in the cool air, generous in its own right. His hooves carried him with a bit of a stumble towards the mountain of fleshy pink before him until he was standing over the rat, tail hoisted, legs tensed and ready to flex. Siyu's eyes grew wide once more.

"What!? No! You... you can't!" But such protests were ignored as a new uninitiated grip sealed itself around the spire, the male pushing himself down with even greater fervor than the lady he called his wife. In only seconds, his rump settled atop the rat's hips, pinning him once more. The same swell Katy had endured bulged Mckenzie's abdomen, only instead of running his hands about the odd distension, one remained on the floor for support and the other wrapped its fingers around his own throbbing masculinity. He nickered as he came to rest on the monster, holding his composure better than the lady, though his eyes squeezed shut and his jaw clenched. Siyu was taken aback once again. Where had these two been before he was captured by the Amazons?

While Katy had been somewhat slow and steady, likely due to never having done anything like this before and possessing far less strength than her husband, the stallion bucked away furiously. His legs powered him off the floor in a rapid shove before he all but slammed himself back down. Clearly he was not nearly as gentle as Katy when the madness took him. The poor rodent could only lay there and cry out as he was forced into the horse again and again, his hands instinctively reaching out to rest against McKenzie's sides. He even began to hoist himself up into the firm grasp of the equine's rump as he slammed down, actually thrusting away, perhaps beginning to grow more fond of this affair than he probably should.

The toned fellow of deep russet and crimson began to pant as he pumped not only down onto the impossible shaft but worked his hand rapidly over his own aching self. Katy, not wanting to be left out, dragged herself over to the two boys, her belly proving to be too much of a burden to walk with while her legs were still so shaky. Without a word between them, the wife pressed her lips down over her husband's length and suckled away, tracing her tongue about him. His hand now free, the stallion moved it to his expansive stomach, feeling along the tight, firm flesh hidden in a coat of his own pelt. It was a curious sensation but he was too dazed and lost to consider it fully. The rodent's spire continued its throbbing, growing stronger and more noticeable, something only a male or very well experienced lady would understand to mean. McKenzie froze, squeezing tightly on the great shaft, the ring of muscle wreathing the hilt of such a massive 'sword' flexing and imposing such force on the presence that had stretched it so far already. He managed to regain faculties enough to utter a simple phrase, one that stunned the rodent.

"Not... not yet! Not... done!"

Unfortunately, his words fell on deaf manhood as the rat's shaft exploded once more. Siyu cried out as a similar burst expanded the horse's gut, leaving it more spherical than it was previously. McKenzie's breath caught in his throat as it hit him. Then another burst came and he grew further. And came the rest, filling him out so very quickly. The horse's voice caught in his throat, leaving him silent save for his pants of breath. He could feel every spurt flush his system with more of the rat's seed, working its way so deep into him until his eyes flew open. The taste of thick, musky, salty ooze trickled up in the back of his throat.

Quickly, he clamped his lips together just as his cheeks suddenly swelled, filling his mouth with Siyu's release. He whimpered as he felt it begin to seep from the corner of his mouth. Thin, sticky white trails dribbled down his chin as he fought to regain control and swallow. And swallow hard he did, clearing his mouth of much of the stuff just long enough to take a breath, strings of semen connecting his tongue to the roof of his mouth. It was a brief respite. Instantly, he felt his throat bulge again as another great swelling erupted from his already full stomach. He closed his mouth again and began swallowing frequently, his cheeks swelling outward once again.

Katy had a similar problem as she felt her beloved's release begin to flow. She pressed forward to contain as much of his quivering manhood as she could. Gulp after gulp dragged her husband's seed into her belly, adding to the bulk she already carried but not enough to make a visible change. She panted when she could, swallowing what she could manage, and still somehow found the wherewithal to continue tracing her tongue across his smooth spire. They were both lost to the world of lust, concerned only with the conservation of the milky white substance they were now so very full of.

Eventually, the peak began to soften back into a downward slope, leaving the two horses powerless to move for the moment, each with a mouthful of seed they were not willing to let splatter to the floor. Such a thing would need to be cleaned up, and it would be a terrible waste!

Siyu panted as he lay on his back. He tried to process what had just happened, unable to fully comprehend the events. After a noisy swallow from the stallion still sat upon him, he felt that intense grasp slide up and off of him, leaving him exposed to the cold once more. McKenzie stumbled a bit before dropping onto his now rather sore rump next to his wife. The two of them were quite a pair now, both heavily bloated and in need of cleaning their faces. The rat propped himself up to gaze tiredly at the two equines, unable to think of anything more appropriate to say.

"So... do... do we have a deal?"

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The trip back to the village was easily the most enjoyable stretch of time Siyu had spent since he first came to live among the Amazons. He sat in his borrowed cart, inventorying all of the goods and trinkets he had managed to procure while two of the ladies hauled it along, seemingly with very little effort. The trip had been such a success that he had even been granted the luxury of riding in the cart the whole way back. His giddy giggles were stifled as they arose, unable to properly contain himself as he fawned over all his new purchases. He'd be able to start a proper forge now, among other things. All sorts of things that might make life a little more livable in the primitive environment. He began to develop plans, and plans within plans. On a sheet of parchment, he doodled the basic design of a new forge, one that could burn hotter and had a place for all his new tools. He could even begin developing his steel again, provided he had enough of the raw materials to work with. Oh he was so excited!

"You seem... happier than your usual self." The jade dragoness strolled alongside the cart, watching him as he reveled in the intoxicating sensation of civilization once more in his hands.

"Yes! I suppose I am! I've go so many ideas! I can do so much with all of this! I could make all kinds of new things! I could even build a better hut so I'm not always getting my feet dirty when I'm walking around inside!"

This puzzled Calista, "You don't like walking on dirt?"

"Well, it's not that I dislike it entirely, but when I'm in my home, I would like to be able to stay at least relatively clean. I bet I could even build myself a proper bed and mattress! I'll need more cloth if I'm going to make actual sheets though."

All this talk of what he could make only confused her further. She simply shook her head and turned her eyes forward.

"You and your building and your little toys. Why do I get the feeling that you will not be satisfied until you've made our village look like the one we just came from?"

The rodent paused, looking up and tilting his head softly to one side as he addressed the concern with a genuine curiosity.

"Would that really be so bad?"

"We would lose a part of ourselves. The way we live, it's very much a part of who we are and to change that redefines us as a people. I just don't know if we should give that up." She had a point, and it was a valid argument, one that Siyu had heard numerous times in the past.

"So, why not take the idea of a village like we just left and make it your own? Create something totally new and unique that preserves your way of life while augmenting it?"

"I suppose I'm just not able to grasp it the way you do. We would probably need someone to teach us how to think like that."

Siyu just smiled, "I could teach you. At least... if all of you were willing."

The emerald hued mother-to-be sighed and reached over, giving the rat a pat between his ears. He was a good-natured little thing but sometimes he just came on a bit too strong on these sorts of matters.

"Just stick to your new forge and hut for now. Something tells me you'll be an old man before we're all ready to see any sort of change like you're thinking."

The kangaroo rat whimpered a little at the thought of his dreams being shrugged off, but he was quickly pulled out of that minor slump once his attention returned to his new belongings. Calista urged herself forward to walk alongside Chanda, huffing a bit under the weight of her enormous belly.

"My yiera, how are you feeling?"

The buffalo woman shrugged quietly as she trudged through the jungle, ignoring Siyu's giggly noises.

"I am as well as when we left. I only hope we can make it back before any of us reaches our time."

"Something tells me we won't." She stopped walking, catching the attention of the chief, who in turn caught the attention of the other ladies, the entire party coming to a halt.

"What makes you say that, Calista?" There was real concern in her voice, worried that perhaps the dragon's time had come.

"Your water, sister... it's broken. I can see it in your fur and I've begun to smell it. You've not long before your daughter is to come." She pointed to the bovine's thighs, specifically the darker shade streaks of her pelt had turned. Chanda lowered a hand to run along the inside of one of her thighs, lifting her hand to find moisture smeared across her fingers. She frowned and turned to trudge onward. She hadn't noticed it at all.

"My daughter can wait until I have returned home. She will learn from a very early age to obey her yiera and her mother." Her determination was admirable. In spite of having gone into labor, she simply carried on without any sign of distress. Siyu blinked as he listened to the whole conversation, now somewhat concerned that he might have resulted in her time coming sooner than expected.

"I'm sorry... I hope I didn't push so hard for this that it caused you a problem."

"It will become a problem if my daughter disobeys." Was that actually a joke? Did the chief actually have a hint of a smirk on her lips as she spoke? Was she in that good of spirits? Siyu simply stared silently, no longer able to focus on inventorying his cart-full of stuff.

The remainder of the trip home was relatively brief. Somehow, Chanda managed to carry herself for another three hours on foot without complaining, without showing any sign of discomfort, and without letting her unborn child emerge. Her will was indeed quite strong. The tribe welcomed them all back and stared in awe at the great bounty that had been collected. When it was mentioned that they would need to return with both carts to collect the remainder of the food they had purchased, most of the village just stared silently in shock. Never had any raid been even a tenth as successful as this had turned out to be. Once the announcement of their great fortune was made, the chief followed it with another announcement, one that was equally shocking, at least for Siyu.

"Because our venture into the town was so fruitful, and because he has proven several times now to be worth more to us than just as a breeder, I have decided to claim the rat as my own. He will share my hut with my mate and I. He will have the freedom to come and go as any of us have. He will have his own bed when he is not sharing ours. He will still give us daughters as we all have the need, but he is mine. Anyone who wishes to take him from me will have to challenge me for him." She wrapped a large, strong arm around the smallish fellow, squeezing him against her side. It was actually fairly warm and soft, rather comfortable in his estimation. No longer a slave or captive? Able to walk through the village in broad daylight without needing an escort? Well, he might still need one just to keep there from being a riot when they all found themselves taken by the madness again. He looked up at the buffalo, utterly speechless. Chanda simply gazed down at him and offered him a knowing smile.

"Thank you... yiera." It was all he could muster.

"You have earned your place. Now, I must go lay down. My daughter will be here soon."

That seemed to spark a series of gasps throughout the crowd. The chief was having her baby! As were so many others. The bovine returned to her hut where her beloved Eras lay waiting, her own child swaddled in a warm fur blanket. Ameta strolled up and gave the rat a firm slap on the back, grinning broadly at him.

"Look at you! The chief's favorite! I never thought I'd see that happen! You did good! Guess that means I won't get to sleep with you stuck between my legs anymore."

Siyu blushed deeply, finding himself mashed against the wolf's own rounded stomach. His arms found their way to try and reach around it. Oddly enough, he found such contact rather comforting. He would miss having all these bellies to lean and cuddle against.

"You never know, she might have you look after me still. Just depends on what she wants from me I suppose. Now, shouldn't you be laying down? I know you were pretty close to due."

Ameta rolled her eyes and waved a hand dismissively.

"I feel just fine. This little one seems happy enough where she is for now. Anyway, let's get you moved into the chief's hut. I'm sure she'll want you there after the baby comes. Show you off to everyone who comes to pay their respects to our new sister."

The rodent relented and joined her in the forge to gather what few things he might want to take with him. Eventually, they returned to Chanda's hut and quietly stepped inside, shocked by what awaited them. It had only been a matter of minutes since the russet woman retired to her bed, and yet there she sat with her own daughter in her arms, no longer crying once she was wrapped up in a similar fur as Eras' little girl. Siyu just stared in disbelief. It was a model of efficiency unlike anything he had ever seen before.

"You... you must have been having contractions the whole way here! That's amazing!"

The chief glowered at him as she lifted a finger to her lips to shush the male. He yelped and clapped his hands over his mouth. No sense in startling the newborns. He took his place where he was demanded and settled there, watching as all the ladies of the village came to see Chanda's daughter and offer their blessings. Even Calista managed to find time amidst all the births throughout the tribe. When she did make her way over, she carried with her a small jade bundle, virtually identical to her in every way save for being only a few hours old. Clearly they had timed their trip amazingly well.

Eventually, the sun began to dip down behind the distant mountains and life began to turn to tending to the new members of the tribe, almost doubling the population since they left to visit the town. As night began to approach and the day's activities came to a close, Chanda turned her attention back to the male who had made this all happen. She furrowed her brow at him, seeing that his return to the tribe, sight of all the ladies around him, had brought his manhood back to full attention. Likely he would not get another chance to soften again for months, possibly years.

"You must have a curse upon you."

That was an odd thing to say. Siyu tilted his head and gazed at her quizzically.

"I'm sorry, what?"

"A curse. You must have a curse upon you. That or the gods have made you an idol of fertility."

"Why do you say that, yiera?" He'd fallen into a good habit, calling her that so often.

"Because I feel the fire starting to burn again. Your scent. I've only just given birth this afternoon and already I feel the need to claim you again." Without another word, she gently handed little Ceres over to her beloved, letting her tend to both infants, and rose to her hooves. She crossed the floor towards the wide-eyed rat, not believing she needed to so soon after having her baby.

"What!? Already!? No! There's no way!" His cries, though forced to a lower register for the sake of his daughters, were quickly silenced. That was something odd as well. He had a hard time wrapping his head around the notion of being a father. Chanda would not be denied. She gently pushed him onto his back and mounted, moaning softly as she felt that great swell return to her abdomen. Unlike the past times she had used him to satisfy her lust, this was gentler, more controlled... more... tender. She rose and fell in slow, rhythmic motions, gasping now and again as she twisted against him, taking her time in bringing them both to climax. And what a climax it was. It was as though a soft wave washed slowly over them both, surrounding them in a warm current that seemed to electrify. Before too long, Chanda was finished, satisfied nicely. Siyu found himself feeling similarly pleased, as if it wasn't just going through the motions.

He watched as the buffalo, bloated about the middle with his seed all over again, returned to the side of her bonded one, the crimson and white lady offering their children to her. The chief began to nurse them both as Eras climbed, a little unsteady, to her feet and moved to join Siyu.

Oh he was in serious trouble.