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The Soulflower Festival

• By Kichigai Kitsune

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Disclaimer: this story contains graphic scenes of "semi non-consensual" eroticism and sexual activity between young furry creatures (cubs). If you are not legally allowed to read such material, or find this material distasteful, do not proceed beyond this disclaimer.

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Part 3a.

The candlelight fluttered gently, and the heavy shadows in the warm room danced their reply. A pungent, yet pleasant, smell suffused the still air.

All Lachlan could see in the sleepy dim lighting cast by those oddly colored flames was soft shapes. Normally, it would be relaxing. Even lulling.

But Lachlan was chained to a bed, spread-eagled, naked and exposed, with no idea what fate awaited him. Relaxing was the last thing on his mind.

The arctic fox kit had only recently turned eleven, and he had never in his short life imagined the bizarre, surreal events that had led to this unlikely predicament. It seemed like only moments ago, he was complaining bitterly of seasickness. Sleepily bemoaning a wasted summer holiday as he slumped in a departure lounge chair.

"This isn't right," Lachlan moaned to himself, blinking his wet eyes. He looked down the length of his cloudy-furred body, head supported by his thick pillow. The ruddy lighting had cast his white fur a warm orange, the color of gently burning embers.

Pointlessly, Lachlan squirmed. Tugging on the chains with a sharp grunt, testing them. He had already tried, and knew from the start they wouldn't give. The leather fasted tight around his wrists and ankles was far too thick and strong to snap, and locked in place with metal padlocks.

It was an unusual feeling. Being tied up like this. Lachlan had seen it in movies, often wondered what it felt like to be kidnapped. Once or twice, he had even tried to tie himself up, just for fun. This was entirely different, and he was definitely, really, truly helpless.

Somehow, hopelessness had drained him too much to even panic.

Lockie was staring at it for several seconds before he registered what it even was: below his downy-furred belly, he could see his furless member standing straight.

His aunt was right. Lachlan had always had a bit of a problem with that thing. It would stand up easily, and wouldn't go back down in a hurry at all.

Absently, he tensed, watching his dick twitch in reply.

"Oh, screw you..." he muttered at it sourly.

The truth was, Lachlan's fantasies had sometimes drifted this way. Some of them were really silly. Dwelling on fantastical elements he found erotic; sometimes he would daydream about kidnapping, sometimes magic, sometimes about being tied up just like this. The reality was different. He really couldn't get free. The uncertainty and anxiety made him want to burst into tears. Somehow, he didn't. Somehow, he just didn't have the energy.

A heavy sorrow settled over him, and he knew that even if he escaped or they let him go, things would never be the same again. Would anything be left for him now? Where could he even run to? There was no denying it; his mom and dad did this to him. His dad had pushed him towards the stage. He'd known that he was giving Lockie a drugged drink.

... What had he done wrong? He wasn't a bad kid, was he? He loved his parents, and he thought they loved him. He thought they were all happy. What he done to deserve this? Did they secretly hate him?

Did they want him to die?

It was some time since his aunt had left him that he heard a soft, polite knock on the door. His gray-blue eyes locked onto it immediately, and he dared not speak. Was it Ruth again? His mom or dad? Someone who would help everything make sense?!

The door swung open. The candles flickered in protest as the air was disturbed, and a small form slipped into the room. Lachlan stared in incredulity.

The girl cat, the one with the fur like a summer night's sky, slowly padded over to the foot of the bed, a gentle smile on her features. She once more wore the white ensemble in which Lachlan had seen her begin that fateful dance. Her bare paws made almost no sound as she moved, and her dark head-fur was like liquid night.

"Hello, Lockie," she said, stepping around the bed. Her expression was comforting, and yet somewhat teasing. "Do you feel any better?"

Lachlan fought to keep his voice from trembling. He failed. "Wh-what-?" Suddenly, everything his aunt said came rushing back, and his eyes widened.

The kitten giggled, reaching out with a surprisingly tender paw, which she merely placed on Lachlan's slender chest. "What's the matter?" she asked, raising one eyebrow archly. "Cat got your tongue? Not yet I don't."

Lockie just gawked at her. "Who are you?" he finally whispered.

She tossed her head-fur idly, starting to run that paw through Lachlan's soft fur. "Oh, I'm sorry. My name is Kaylee, and I'm a priestess." The feline shrugged. "Hmm."

"P-priestess?" Lockie repeated, confused. Surely this girl, his own age, wouldn't really be a priestess - wouldn't be important. Not even in this crazy place.

Kaylee just nodded. The paw started to venture down Lachlan's body, and he squirmed slightly, the intimate touch making him nervous. Kaylee, however, paid no attention to him; she looked him over appraisingly, eyes lingering on his stomach, his face, before alighting on his stubborn erection. She smirked.

"What are you gonna do to me?" Lachlan whispered, feeling the girl's amber eyes crawl all over him. He felt his cheeks begin to flush.

"Didn't Ruth explain?" The girl sighed. "Ugh. You know, you're really -what do you say again? Hot? You shouldn't be all squirmy like this." She paused. "I guess it makes sense though, if she never explained anything to you."

"What are you talking about?"

Kaylee fixed him with another sultry smile, leaning over him. Lockie couldn't help but stare as she moved with exquisite grace, her exposed belly tensing as she did. He felt his heart swoop, swinging down to the very bottom of his chest.

"I'm going to make you feel really nice, Lachlan," she murmured, inching closer to his face. The arctic's nose twitched from her mild breath. "That's all you need to know."

Lachlan whimpered, his pulse starting to pick up. Was it the candles? The scent of that powerful drug that they had been suffused with? Or was this girl just incredibly cute? Lachlan, a boy on the cusp of adolescence, wasn't sure he could tell the difference. "Why are you doin' this to me?" he whined, unable to keep the fear from cracking his voice.

Strangely, Kaylee gave a small harrumph. "She really didn't tell you?" the girl kitten grumped. Slowly, she shook her head. "Okay, how about we start from the beginning? Every thirteen moons, we hold the Soulflower Festival in honor of the Great Mother. It's just like what you already saw, normally, but every thirteenth passing of the festival, it's the time of The Offering."

Lachlan swallowed. He remembered hearing that term. The Offering of Innocence. It struck him as singularly ominous. It was definitely not the most reassuring phrase he had heard.

"We don't like it." Kaylee's large, expressive eyes turned sad. "I don't like it. This is my first time doing it since I became a priestess, of course." She sighed. Then that arch, predatory expression returned with a vengeance. "Only two of us were chosen," she breathed, placing a second paw on Lachlan's bare chest. "The others say they aren't jealous. I don't know about that..."

Lachlan blinked, staring. Oddly entranced. The feline girl was cute, yes, but everything about her was amazing - a tribute to youthful beauty. Her voice, high and fluting, tinged by a mellifluous accent Lockie could not name, was that of a girl's, though she spoke with an almost stately, mature confidence. Her paws crawled through his fur, and Lockie was vaguely aware he was arching his back, pushing into them.

Her expression, one moment so adult and serious, had become playful, even teasing.

As Lachlan watched, shakily breathing through an open muzzle, the young priestess placed a knee on the bed, and hoisted herself up easily. Behind her, her black tail twisted in the air. She began to purr.

"Th-the others?" Lachlan asked inanely, gulping. His stomach fluttering like a million, million butterflies had taken flight within.

Kaylee grinned, posting her paws on his chest, then slipping one strong, supple leg over his hips. Straddling him. "I am the moon," she said, lowering her chest. Pressing against her victim. Exploring his helpless torso with audacious paws. "The light of the darkened sky. There is also the glorious sun, which brings us spring. The earthy soils that brings us life; and the warming, passionate fire of our hearts."

Her words sent a strange thrill through the bound arctic. Involuntarily, his toes curled, his fingers clutched restively at the mattress. He felt his exposed member stiffen and twitch, especially when the seductive kitten pushed her still-clothed buttocks against it, grinding mercilessly.

He couldn't believe this was happening... he wasn't sure he wanted it to stop either.

Sitting up, Kaylee easily reached behind her own back with both paws. A second later, the strip of cloth over her chest had come loose, and she merely tossed it negligently to the floor by the bed.

Lachlan's heart thumped so loud he could feel his entire chest vibrating. "W-wait, wait!" he gasped, eyes dinner-plate wide.

Kaylee smirked at him, once more pressing her paws into the helpless boy's chest. Running her fingers through the soft fur. "Wait for what?" she asked, feigning an innocence her expression belied. After a second, her fingers started to crawl, spider-like, over Lachlan's torso.

The boy yelped and arched his back, eyes slamming even wider in shock. "No-no!" he squealed, threshing hopelessly. He started to giggle. "No! That tickles!!"

Ruthlessly, Kaylee continued, narrowing her eyes. "Does it really?" After a moment, she pressed down upon her 'victim' pressing belly to belly. Slowly grinding against him. The crawling fingers flattened and once more started to explore Lachlan's chest and sides. "You need to relax, Lockie..."

Lachlan shook his head, fighting the urge to laugh in spite of his nervousness, or maybe because of it. Every movement of the warm, feline body atop his own was sending a warm, comfortable thrill straight through his body.

The arctic boy shivered as a curious whimper escaped him. His little member throbbed, stiffening until it was like a metal spike, as if jealously crying for the attention it was being deprived. The girl's paws caressed his chest, boldly stroking his nipples, eliciting a surprised gasp from him.

"You like that?" whispered Kaylee, circling the sensitive nodes with her thumbs. "Good boy..."

A hot blush crept to Lachlan's cheeks - the result of his unquestionable arousal as well as embarrassment.

"Now, sit still or else I'll have to tickle you some more!" Kaylee teased softly. With a fluid grace, she sat back, settling her weight onto Lachlan's pelvis. When her panty-covered backside grazed his stiff, sensitive erection, Lachlan couldn't hold back yet another gasp.

Still with that sultry smirk, Kaylee leaned back and stretched upwards, her spine arching and pushing her still flat chest outward. She swept out her hair with her paws, reaching towards the ceiling briefly. Watching in satisfaction as Lachlan's eyes danced over her exposed body.

Slowly, her paws returned to her waist.

All moisture abandoned Lachlan's muzzle when he saw her take her white underwear in her fingertips. Drawing them downward.

He couldn't look away - he didn't even want to try. Kaylee pulled her simple panties down to her thighs, then started to work her left leg through, knee first. Shuffling forwards. Lachlan stared in disbelief at the exposed nexus of her lithe, youthfully muscled legs. He could see now, a pair of soft, puffy, skin-colored lips, where the fur thinned and gradually stopped. Neat, tidy, tight.

"Oh man..." he whispered hoarsely.

Kaylee, still somehow graceful despite the awkward position, started to pull her underwear off her other leg, staring with a cheeky smile at the hopelessly horny boy completely at her mercy. "Never seen one close before, have you?" Lockie shook his head. "Good. Just relax, I'll do all the work, okay?"

Lachlan's mind was spinning now. He was a boy teetering on the brink of adolescence; he was a sexual being, but what was happening now outstripped even his wildest, erotic, juvenile fantasies. The detailed day-dreams that set his pulse to racing when he lay in his bed, or during long road trips, or whenever his young mind started wandering down that path. Staring now at a girl that blew away just about any other female he'd ever seen before as she teasingly disrobed, sitting right on his naked body. His plight was momentarily forgotten; breathlessly, Lockie awaited what he knew was about to happen.

He didn't care that he was tied down and couldn't escape. He wasn't sure he wanted to right now. He felt so keyed up and dizzy with a powerful excitement, something he had felt before but never to this level of intensity. Anticipation made him squirm, restless, as he stared and panted.

Kaylee scooted back, until Lachlan's straining member was right beneath her exposed lips. Once more, she lowered herself to him. Pressing onto him. Grinding. This time, Lachlan's unblemished little dick was sandwiched between them. The sensation, skin on skin, the pressure, the electrifying jolts that wracked his nerves almost made Lachlan cry out.

He had never felt anything like this before. Another body against his like this...

Those paws started to explore again, and Kaylee lowered herself even further until again their taut, velvet covered bellies were pressed together. With expert control, she grinded with her hips, short little movements.

Again, Lockie whimpered, pushing his own hips upwards and into hers. There was nothing else he could, or would, do.

"Just relax..." Kaylee instructed gently, lowering her head. Carefully, she laid it on Lachlan's neck. It was then that he realized her breathing had picked up too. "You're pretty, Lockie..." As she spoke, her warm breath tickled the fur of his neck, and Lachlan shivered.

It slipped out before he could catch it. "You too..."

She merely started to grind harder. Purring.

"Still want me to stop?" she murmured after a moment.

Lockie gasped, frowning slightly. Still pressing upwards against his tormentor.

Somewhere at the back of his mind, he knew he was in danger. But he was so aroused, and knew he was so utterly powerless against his bonds, that he could barely think about it. The intimacy, the gentle, confident touch of the girl, had brought a strange trust to him - she was going to make him feel good, that was all, at least for now, and he couldn't wait much longer!

Was it the scented candles? How much of this was his own prepubescent desire, catapulted to new heights by an erotic situation unlike anything he had experienced, and how much was due to the accursed flower they'd been drugging him with since he had arrived? He didn't know...

After a moment, Kaylee drew back, her dark eyes piercing his. Looking down on him as he panted and squirmed below her. Before Lockie knew what was coming, she lightly touched his muzzle with her own in a tender kiss. With a squeak, the boy simply accepted it.

Kaylee smiled and started to squeeze him between her surprisingly strong legs. With a firm movement of her hips, she ground her ineffably soft privates over Lockie's, and the boy moaned sharply as a pleasurable tingle made him shiver.

By now, Lachlan knew he had no way, or will, to fight back. He tensed, pressing his hips upwards into hers, grinding back. His eyes closed briefly, and he trembled as he felt his foreskin slide back, and his sensitive member's tip slipped over the slight, fleshy mound he felt pressed against him.

Kaylee purred aloud, nuzzling briefly at 'her' boy's neck. "You're really fit," she said, her young voice smoky and alluring. "I can feel your tummy muscles. Do you play sports?"

It took Lachlan several seconds to muster a reply. "I-I play s-soccer," he gasped, squirming.

"Ooh. Football player!" Kaylee's voice dropped to a whisper. "Those are my favorite."

A firm finger started to tug and rub on his right nipple, and Lachlan squealed. He'd never felt that before!

The feline girl atop him pressed their chests together, resting her silken furred cheek on Lachlan's. She flattened out, until they were chest to chest, belly to belly... groin to groin. As she slowly, firmly moved into position, Lachlan gasped out increasingly quicker breaths, trying to press himself into her just as desperately.

He could feel a slick wetness now, coating his twitching, tingly member and the warm, soft flesh it was squished right against.

Kaylee's breath was no less rapid now.

What was going on?! Were they gonna-?!

The horny feline raised her hips, and put one paw between them, reaching down to their nether regions. When her fingers wrapped around his penis, Lachlan jumped slightly.

But before he could ask, she had pushed his throbbing, diminutive member down, positioning it carefully for some reason.

When he felt it, Lachlan's eyes shot right open in amazement.

His slick, stiff dick was pushed against a tight, wet opening, and Kaylee's hips slowly lowered...

Whatever the opening was, it was warm, invitingly soft. But as it suddenly engulfed his preteen member, Lockie felt a tight musculature, squeezing his member as it went further and further into the heavenly orifice. As it slipped in, the loose, sensitive foreskin he loved to play with by himself merely slipped down too, and the moist friction against his very tip of his most sensitive part made the bewildered boy cry out!

After a stunned moment, he realized what had happened.

Kaylee giggled delightedly, slipping her arms under her 'unwilling' partner as she settled atop him into a horizontal embrace, her tail twisting in the air above them. Panting excitedly, just as Lachlan was. They huffed and gasped together, and she slowly started to move.

Clutching the bound boy tightly, she lifted her hips slowly. Lachlan cried aloud, feeling the soft wetness squeezing his little stiff member slowly pull up - the friction causing another frazzle of sensation that shuddered his entire body. With another slow and steady movement, Kaylee brought her hips down once more.

Lachlan gasped aloud, his eyes shooting wide.

He couldn't believe it! He was-! His... was inside a girl! In her, what was it called again?! Oh man! This was crazy!

Stunned, he was in no position to defend himself when Kaylee suddenly pressed her muzzle to his for another quick kiss. Instinctively, he kissed back, though his eyes widened even further.

Kaylee stopped kissing, only to nuzzle into her "unwilling" partner's neck again. "Does that feel nice?" she murmured, once more raising her slender hips. Then back down again.

Lachlan couldn't reply. Urgently, he tried to raise his hips, each movement of the slick hole squeezing his member making him gasp and squirm and pull on his bonds.

He knew what was supposed to happen. It made sense. But he had no control; he was at the girl's mercy.

"Yeeeaah, it does." The kitten pressed into him even tighter, starting to speed up her rhythmic humping. Small, tight motions, compensating perfectly for the small size of her equally youthful partner's preteen dick.

After all, she had done this before...

Lachlan moaned aloud, squeezing his eyes tight and pushing his hips up. Whimpering as his entire member was squeezed and stimulated in the tight, muscular, slick hole. Tied up or not, he wouldn't even dream of trying to stop her now.

Holy crap-!

The kitten started purring as she settled into her groove. She nuzzled even more ardently, running her paws through the fur on Lachlan's chest and back as she embraced him. Speeding up those controlled but urgent movements, moaning herself as the stiff pole of boy-flesh slipped and rubbed in and out of her. Her positioning so perfect that each time it would rub against the little nub of flesh there that made her shiver at even the lightest touch.

And all Lockie could do was tense and push upwards, as a familiar sensation started to well up inside of him.

Faster still she went, and Lachlan whined as his entire body - though especially his preteen dick - started to sing with a warm bliss. As nice as it was when he played with himself, it was nothing, not even in the same universe as the feelings he was experiencing now, tied down beneath a girl who was essentially raping him.

Her hot body, pressed into his, letting him feel every movement of her muscles and the softness of her fur, clung to him in a passionate embrace; oddly loving, affectionate and comforting. The wet, hot hole clutched at his member, stimulating it in a way his own paw never, ever could.

Bringing him closer, and closer... and he tried to buck his hips too, pushing them up as much as the chains, and she herself, would allow him. He so wanted it-!

It didn't take long. The delightful sensation coursing through his body welled up, focusing more and more within his tingling dick, as though damming up. About to burst.

Then the dam broke. Exploded.

With a cry, Lachlan tensed as though electrified. Fire-like, the orgasm bloomed and surged through his body, setting every inch of him aflame with sudden pleasure. Though his eyes open, he lost focus. His slender, athletic legs twitched and kicked, held in place by the clinking chains.

She forced him onwards, her own breathing becoming ever more ragged. Just when Lachlan thought he'd lose his mind, his oversensitive member pulsating with feeling that got more and more unbearable each second the friction continued, Kaylee also gave a gasp. She clutched at him even tighter, and for a second, both with her surprisingly strong arms and with her velvet-like vagina.

The kitten rode out her orgasm, while still pushing the arctic below her on in his. Together, they cried aloud, overwhelmed and with their senses blown away like mist before a hurricane.

Slowly, Kaylee wound down. By the time she was finished, Lachlan was squirming and clutching at the mattress sheets - unsure whether he was relieved she had stopped or if he wanted her to continue.

Kaylee posted her paws on either side of Lachlan's chest, and slowly pushed herself up. With a blissful smile, she blinked at him until focus returned to her beautiful amber eyes.

Lockie too had force himself back into the land of sensibility. He stared in utter awe at the girl.

He was a young boy, and the orgasm hadn't deterred his tingly dick in the slightest - within her, he was still stiff.

"Was that good?" the kitten murmured dazedly. She looked down at the boy with affectionate eyes, shifting her hips some more.

Lachlan gasped and shivered - he was still sensitive, and equally dazed. "Y-yes..." he croaked.

With a satisfied sigh, Kaylee slowly pulled back. Both the kits shivered as his member slid out of her, the friction suddenly so unbearable.

Though Lachlan found himself wanting more immediately. Heck, he even liked the uncomfortable over-sensitivity; he often rubbed himself through it, though never straight to a second...

He had to wonder if that was possible.

Kaylee slipped to the side and lay alongside him. One paw lightly atop his chest. "I'm glad," she whispered. "Do you feel sleepy after?"

Lockie swallowed. "A little," he admitted, blinking. "Y-you're... Th-that was really good. I-it, uh, felt..."

The kitten just giggled, her tail twisting leisurely in the air. "Of course." She rubbed at his chest tenderly, her expression becoming wistful. "I wish we had more time..." she rued. "You're really fit, and you're nice too. There's a lot more stuff we could do."

Lachlan flushed. "You're really hot too," he muttered. "I... um. I dunno what to say."

Kaylee just sighed. "It's okay. I'm sorry. I have to go." She pulled herself closer to him, holding him a side-on embrace. "Lockie," she breathed. "Are you tired?"

The arctic blinked. Hadn't she just asked that? "Yeah... but, what's gonna h-happen..." He trailed off, finding himself staring into the kitten's eyes.

They were a sparkling amber, with an unusual depth to them.

She held his gaze, still rubbing at his chest. With a playful smile, she brought a foot-paw up and poked at his still hard dick. When he gasped, she simply grinned and slipped it between two of her toes, tweaking and rubbing it for a few moments before stopping.

Despite even that, Lachlan couldn't look away from her eyes...

For a short time, all was calm. They just looked at one another; one consumed by disbelief and awe, the other returning a look of warmth and affection.

"I'm sorry, Lachlan." She smiled sadly. "My turn is over. You're going to sleep now, yes?"

The arctic was puzzled. For several moments, he just stared at her face. Then a sudden wave of tiredness swept over him, causing him to blink his eyes blearily. "Wh-what-?" he murmured, before a yawn cut him off. The tiredness got... stronger. Somehow more powerful, and his eyelids slowly became heavier. "B-but..."

She touched his nose with hers, and spoke in a soft whisper. "It's time for you to sleep, Lockie..."

"I-" he began, but he couldn't finish. His body went limp, though he continued to watch the beautiful girl's face. Suddenly so tired.

But there was so much he needed to know. So much didn't make sense. What was going to happen next? He really wanted to know...

... Don't worry? How could he not worry? That... that was silly. How... could... he...

Oh no. She did it. Somehow, she did it to him. She made him... just like that...

Slowly but surely, his eyes closed. The warm, cloying embrace of sleep started to creep over him, and before he knew it, Lachlan was fast, fast asleep...

End of Part 3a.

Copyright 2013,

Kichigai Kitsune.