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A slim figure tread carefully through the forest near Ylisstol. The figure's long, fuzzy ears protruded from a shaggy mane of dark brown hair topped with a small tuft of orange. Yarne's well made, form fitting armor made no noise, which allowed the agile Taguel to make his way into the depths of the forest silently. His eyes were ever alert, darting around the brown and green landscape, searching for signs of danger, but his real warning would come if any creature made the mistake of making a noise within a kilometer of him. The soft, fluffy ears served their purpose well; warning the Taguel of danger to his precious person. He continued prowling through the brush, searching for a temporary safe haven.

"Blast these Risen. I never used to have to go this far into the forest." He let out a small, but expressive sigh. Having heard no sign of life around him for some time, the nervous Taguel was finally beginning to unwind after their latest engagement with the servants of Grimma. "Doesn't Chrom have guards in Ylisstol? How did the Risen get into the palace anyway... The humans are so strange. You'd think they would protect their warrens... or homes or whatever they call them."

The soft sound a twig rustling startled Yarne out of his thoughts, the sound almost booming to his sensitive ears. He hopped onto all fours reflexively preparing to use his Beaststone if he must, until he located the source; a small bird taking off. Heaving a soft sigh of relief, he returned to his hind legs and continued. After a few more uneventful minutes of travel he reached a likely target, a small secluded dell. After checking the perimeter, and deeming the area all clear, he made his way down to a small clearing in the underbrush. Finally feeling safe, he relaxed, and carefully started peeling off his armor. He always hated taking off his armor. He felt so exposed without it, but he had a reason for coming out here, and couldn't continue while wearing it. As always, he started with his upper body, peeling off the arm and chest pieces, before moving down to his legplates. A small shiver ran through his body as his excitement began to mount. After they were gone he let out deep sigh as his nethers were finally released from that tight, restrictive armor. His soft, humanoid member flopped out, hanging low and heavily over his slightly furred, tennis ball sized orbs.

He paused, enjoying the free feeling of being in his natural unclothed state; something he rarely got the opportunity to enjoy in the middle of a war. This venture had taken a lot of trades of duty shifts, and he shuddered thinking about just how much sleep he was going to be missing over the next few days, but it would be well worth it. It had been weeks since his last opportunity to slip away. He could barely contain himself, but he always approached this experience with feelings of excitement and dread. As the last Taguel, he hated leaving the safety of camp, but pleasuring himself was not something he could keep...private...in camp.

Laying back on a large flat rock that had been bathed in sun at noon he took a moment to simply bask in the warmth. It wasn't long before his hormones reminded him of the purpose of this excursion however. He shivered slightly and let out a soft husky breath as his member stirred. The hefty shaft was draped over his balls, with the tip nearly brushing the rock that he was laying on. With each beat of his heart it thickened, hardening and lifting, until he couldn't contain himself any longer and his muscles involuntarily flexed, flipping his large member onto his stomach, where it smacked against his firm abs with a soft thud. He groaned as his long denied shaft finally got a bit of much needed stimulation. His pulse began to race, and his bunnyhood quickly reached full mast, the shaft as thick as his forearm, and the head resting just underneath his firm pecs. The Taguel opened his eyes and lazily glanced down at his massive member. The sight of his own oversized cock brought out a deep moan and made his muscles clench again, lifting the heavy member briefly off his chest. He craned his neck down further and drew in a deep breath. His own scent flooded his nose, the powerful scent of pent up hormones and musk making his eyes roll back. Precum was already starting to dribble from the tip of the massive member. He let out a soft, high pitched gasp as the small stream started to drip onto his chest fur. That was his sign that he could finally start pleasuring himself. After being denied so long, he was tempted to rush towards his climax, but with a great effort of will he reminded himself that patience would pay off. He lifted one pawlike hand and started gently rolling his weighty, pent up balls around. The pleasure flooded through him in a heated rush, and a he let out a deep sigh. He lifted the other hand and draped it over the base of his massive cock, slowly dragging it up the entire length. He was unable to stifle a moan at this, and as he reached the head, he couldn't help but try wrapping his hand around and giving himself a brief squeeze. The Taguel's firm, furry body undulated as he arched his back, excited beyond measure.

After gently playing with himself, and warming up to the main event, Yarne finally pulled his hands up and wrapped them around his shaft, one just underneath the meaty head, the other nestled right below. Together, his two hands covered about half of his massive member. Thankful for the slightly loose skin that allowed him to do so, he began rubbing his hands up and down, eliciting a shuddering moan. The horny Taguel sat up, shifting position to prepare for one of his favorite parts of this act. He bent his head down and began lapping up his slightly sweet slightly salty precum. No doubt the sweet taste was due to the incredibly sweet fruit that Taguel traditionally eat when they require a boost of energy, and he was grateful for it. Once he had caught up to the small stream leaking from his member, he shifted slightly, taking the overgrown, meaty head of his bunnyhood into his mouth. A low, rolling groan resounded throughout his body, including his overly sensitive shaft. The soft vibration was so pleasurable that he was instantly rewarded with a jet of precum which splashed against his tongue. He lowered his two hands, and began licking the incredible sweet spot just underneath the head of his member. It was difficult for him to keep up licking, as each lick caused him to gasp and moan. He could feel his pleasure building rapidly, so he pulled his member out of his mouth, panting, turned on by seeing how small his hands were against his huge cock. He picked up the pace, his hands stroking rhythmically up and down the top half of his length.

Now that he was pawing at his shaft in earnest, his eyes rolled up in pleasure, so he laid back down against the warm slab of rock and closed them, letting his imagination run free. He'd overheard Robin talking to Sully about their training, and the handsome tactician had apparently developed an impressive set of muscles attempting to keep up with the female cavalier. Due to his endowment, there was no way he could bathe with the other males of the Shepherds, luckily Taguel had no need to bathe such as the humans, so he didn't have to join them. He blessed his acute senses, as he could hide well out of sight and still catch glimpses of the others as they performed the human cleaning rituals. Robin had indeed developed an impressive set of muscles. Even knowing that no male could compare to himself, he was still impressed by Robin's manhood, even though he had only seen it in its resting state...

The memory of that sight brought Yarne to the very edge of release. It was only by a supreme effort of will that he stopped his hands and prevented himself from finishing earlier than he intended. It had been very close, and he shuddered on the brink. He took several deep breaths, and his body slowly backed down from the peak. He resumed stroking, with slow, steady strokes this time, and he could feel his long denied orgasm quickly approaching again. He gave up on trying to hold back and began pumping his hands rapidly. He immediately began panting in a mixture of pleasure and desire and it took only moments more for his climax to hit. The pleasure slammed into him, catching him off-guard and despite his best efforts, he let out a high pitched wail as his massive member shuddered in a powerful contraction. Then he experienced true pleasure, as his heavy, full balls finally got to empty themselves, with a huge stream of seed arcing completely over his head splashing the forest greenery. The first blast trailed off, and was immediately followed by a less focused stream that painted the ground, and then splattered across the bunny's face. His orgasm continued, spraying his potent, musky seed all over the plants, and the Taguel's chest and face. He continued his feverish stroking throughout the entire experience, even after his massive bunnyhood finally stopped spraying seed, the aftershocks of pleasure causing his entire body to twitch. Finally the stimulation became altogether too much and he couldn't force his hands to continue, so he dropped them, letting them splay out to either side. Completely exhausted, his body slumped against the warm rock, as he panted, drained beyond measure. Only his incredibly well-honed sense of self-preservation kept him from curling up into a sticky, exhausted ball and sleeping. Knowing that he was outside the safety of the camp, he couldn't relax enough to sleep, despite his body's pleas to do just that. After resting for a few long minutes, he stood up, and slowly made his way to a nearby stream to clean off.

Inigo watched, his eyes as wide as possible in utter shock as he found the source of the peculiar sounds he had been tracking. All he had been looking for was a place to practice his dance unobserved, when he had heard a strange sound that he'd never encountered in any forest. Fearful of Risen, he had slowly searched for the source, when he had found a small dip in the forest, and seen Yarne, very very exposed, in the sun. He was shocked, and incredibly envious of the Taguel's massive member. Even from his perch, high above the busy bunny, his own human nose could detect the powerful pheromones that were emanating from him. Even though he was only interested in women, it was impossible to not be turned on by the incredible sexual display before him. The massive member was shock enough, but he was even more startled when Yarne reached his orgasm. The volume of seed was even more impressive than Yarne's massive member. Stunned by the sight, Inigo barely had time to unlace his breeches before he came just from watching Yarne's incredibly potent sexuality. The lithe human panted, leaning against a tree as his modest (in comparison) cock sprayed a few shots of spunk against the tree's bark. After his spontaneous orgasm finished, he saw that Yarne still hadn't recovered from his massive orgasm. Inigo decided that his best chance to remain undetected was to slip away while Yarne was recovering. Now however, he would know to watch the Taguel closely, and he would try to follow him if he managed to slip out of camp again...