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The Hunt for the White Tiger

• Chapter 8 in the Chronicles of the DragonRider

The wasteland stretched out below them, dry and cracked. A few hardy bushes were the only vegetation, and even they were dusty and parched. In a couple of places, great salt flats had indicated that there'd once been water, but they had seen none of those for miles. How anyone could possibly traverse this wasteland on foot was beyond her. That anyone could actually live out here seemed downright impossible, but those Shamans were a strange breed. Their approach to power was quite different than that of traditional mages and wizards, and while those practitioners scoffed at the strange attitude of the shamans, they were undeniably skilled at certain things that magic usually didn't manage all that well. Mainly spiritual stuff... she'd never before heard that they should be particularly skilled at alchemy or any other form of potion-making.

But, that was why she was there. According to Lezard's notes, she'd need to 'shrink' herself in order to have any chance of getting in touch with the elusive fairies that inhabited Everspring Forest. And because of the draconic antimagic she possessed, most ordinary spells, charms and potions wouldn't work on her. But, he wrote, there was an ancient Shaman who possessed the skills to make a draught, which would shrink her to the appropriate size in spite of her powers. So, there she was, flying across the wasteland, on the lookout for a shamanic hermit.

If we don't find that old coot soon, we're gonna have to turn back. Blake grumbled. I'm getting thirsty, and we're not carrying enough water to give me one good mouthful. Anitra sighed, shaking the waterskin she'd brought with her. It still sloshed reassuringly, but she was sweating a lot, and needed to replace that water. Then, suddenly, she noticed something shining below. Look, Blake, isn't that water, there below? Maybe a natural wellspring... He swiveled his large head and spotted it as well, going into a smooth dive towards the promising spot.

Blake landed neatly at the edge of the lake, and Anitra leaped off to walk to the water's edge. It seemed strange, such a large body of water, right out here in the middle of nowhere - there wasn't even any vegetation around it, as one would expect from such an oasis. Curiously, she kneeled down and reached out a hand to touch the water...

Blake's eyes widened as the entire lake suddenly vanished in the thin air - along with Anitra. One moment, she was there at the water's edge, the next he was standing alone in the wasteland, with neither lake nor Anitra anywhere to be seen. He instantly reached out over their telepathic connection, seeking her presence - and finding it. She wasn't far away, but her mind was strange, foggy, like she was sleeping... dreaming, even...

She felt strangely distracted. Her surroundings were strange, but she didn't really notice them. It seemed that she stood, at once, in a black void, and in the sun-hammered wasteland. She heard the sound of cloven feet striking the ground, and as she looked in the direction it came from, she saw a buffalo. She'd heard about these creatures - essentially cattle with long, curly hair - but they seemed to have a particular importance to the people who inhabited these wastelands. They called them 'Bison' and practically worshipped them. Strange... the sounds didn't grow louder, but she could see it approach her. Finally, it halted in front of her, snorting. Its eyes somehow seemed to shine with intelligence.

"You come here seeking knowledge..." a voice suddenly resounded through her mind. Although it seemed to come from everywhere and nowhere at one, she somehow knew that it was the buffalo speaking. "But are you a friend or a foe of this land, and its inhabitants?" She smiled gently at the huge beast, caressing its head with her hands. "Why, a friend, of course..." she murmured, still feeling very relaxed. Somehow, he was reminding her of Minos, that nice minotaur she'd had some fun with back in the Valley of Wonder. Eyes half-closed, she smiled at the buffalo again. "I'm really very friendly..." she continued, her words slurred. "Here, I'll show you..."

His intelligent eyes seemed to take on an expression of surprise as she slipped neatly in under his chest, and started caressing his fuzzy sheath. However, she soon got the desired reaction... a bright-red cockhead slid neatly out from the sheath, and as she began sucking gently on it, she shaft soon followed. It was shaped pretty much the same way as a minotaur's cock, with an oval cockhead thicker than the shaft - but this one was shorter and thicker than the one she'd seen on Minos. She sucked eagerly on it, running one hand up and down the shaft, while the other gently caressed the testicles that hung prominently at the end.

With one eager gulp, she swallowed the entire head, her lips closing around the shaft behind it, while her tongue danced around the piss-slit on the front. Her hands continued to work him over, and she could feel that he had reached full erection. With a gasp, she pulled the head back out of her mouth, and then continued to give the entire shaft a tongue-bath, covering it in her saliva. She knew where she wanted it, and she also knew that she needed plenty of lubrication. Finally, she gave the head one lick by ways of farewell, and turned around, getting on her hands and knees. She absently noticed that she'd somehow managed to misplace her entire armor, but it didn't really bother her all that much - it just made things easier.

Reaching back to control the hard tool with one hand, she supported herself on the other as she guided the wide cockhead towards her asshole, pushing her ass back against it. She shivered in pleasure at the slow stretchy feeling of her nether hole expanding around the head, and gasped as it finally popped inside, and her sphincter closed around the shaft. At that point, the buffalo - who had so far simply stood there and accepted her ministrations - finally started moving. With a gentle thrust, he began to push his cock inside of her, and she once again shook in pleasure as the veiny shaft slid easily through her asshole, lubricated by her own saliva.

With the buffalo's gentle entry, she was able to hold herself up with just one hand, and so could use the other one to pleasure herself. She alternated between rubbing her aching clit, and tweaking her erect nipples. Lust rising, she found herself wishing that she had 4 arms, so that she could simultaneously stimulate all of her erogenous zones. But still, she wasn't doing a bad job with just one - together with the buffalo-cock moving slowly in and out of her ass, her ceaseless fingering and pinching was bringing her ever-closer to an orgasm.

The buffalo was also starting to speed up, but still he wasn't moving with the brutality she'd experienced from her other lovers - she'd enjoyed those sessions too, of course, but this was a pleasant change. It seemed as if he was very careful not to hurt her, but at the same time, it was clear that his own lust was increasing. She could hear him snorting, like the rutting bull he was, but still he held back on his thrusts. She giggled a bit, violently rubbing her clit. It was so cute... he didn't know that she was used to dicks much bigger than his. She ground her ass back against his thrusts, ensuring a full penetration every time, enjoying the heat that radiated from the shaft lodged deep inside her.

He seemed to understand the hint, and began to put more force behind his thrusts. In and out it slid, rushing into her innards while her fingers moved ceaselessly over her clit. The dreamlike state she was in seemed to dull her pleasure along with her senses - ordinarily, she would have climaxed long ago, considering the amount of stimulation she was receiving. She was feeling an orgasm approaching, not like the violent wave she was used to, but as a tide, rising with an irresistible force behind it. She moaned, frustrated by the slow approach of the peak of her pleasure, and stopped teasing her clit. Instead, she slipped three fingers into her sopping wet cunt, rapidly fucking herself with them.

She added another finger, then the thumb, and finally she pushed her entire fist inside, right up to the wrist. Her position wouldn't allow her to get more than that in, so instead she started moving it around inside - pushing and pulling, twisting this way and that, spreading her fingers or balling them into a fist. This finally pushed her over the edge, and the long-sought orgasm washed over her. The movements of her fist, as well as the rapid contractions of her ass, also set the buffalo off. With a roar, he came, spewing his sperm deep into her asshole.

It seemed to Anitra that all the pleasure that had build up while she'd tried to reach her climax, was now hitting her full-force. It was one of the most intense orgasms she'd ever had, wracking her again and again with all its pent-up power. It cleared the fog from her mind, and in a flash she realized just how strange her situation was. But the intensity of the sensations that now rushed through her body would not allow her to think it over - they continued to wash through her again and again, centering on her erect nipples, her aching clit, her stretched pussy and her cum-filled ass. Finally, the pleasure overcame her, and she passed out.

When her mind cleared, she found herself standing in front of a cave, back in the same wasteland she'd left. Looking down herself, she saw that she was wearing her armor, and while her pussy was more running that dripping, she could feel in her ass that she hadn't actually been having sex - what had it been, some kind of dream or illusion? She reached out telepathically to Blake, and found that he was in the air, rapidly approaching her position. She was just about to send him a message that she was ok, when a voice from the cave-mouth interrupted her. "Welcome, Rider-of-Black-Dragon. Why have you have come to seek my counsel?"

Anitra blinked rapidly as her eyes focused on the man who was sitting at the entrance to the cave, as calm as if he was part of the mountain. But she'd have sworn he hadn't been there when she'd looked around a second earlier. He was small and wrinkled, looking much like a great man who had shrunken inside his skin. He was obviously very old, but his eyes were piercingly blue, and he had no beard. Well, she'd heard that the natives around here didn't have beards at all, but she hadn't really been sure if it was true or not - apparently it was. Somehow, he didn't strike her as the shaving type. His hair was silver-gray, held back from his face by a colorful headband, with a single eagle-feather set in it. He had an equally colorful carpet wrapped around his body, and was sitting on another.

She nodded hesitantly. "Yes, I come here seeking your counsel - I've heard that you know of a secret potion that can shrink whoever drinks it down to the size of an insect. I have need of such a potion. Could you make one for me?" The old shaman bowed his head in contemplation, and then nodded. "Yes... your dreams show that you are a friend of the Bison, and of the land. I will help you." Anitra laughed happily. "Just like that? Gee, that was easy... I was sure you'd ask for something in return - most people do." He shrugged. "I ask for nothing. However, I'm missing one of the ingredients. The most vital ingredient, in fact. I cannot make the potion without it." Anitra sighed, and rolled her eyes. "All right, let me hear... what is it, and where can I find it?"

An almost boyish grin spread across the lips of the ancient shaman. "The thing that I need... is the seed of a white tiger." "A white tiger, huh? And where can I find one of those?" She replied with a lifted eyebrow. He shrugged. "I cannot say. This mountain we stand on used to be covered in snow all year long, and the white tiger hunted amongst the crags. But then the area grew warmer, and the snow vanished. And along with it, the white tigers. That is also how the wasteland below us was created - once, it was a grass-covered savannah, where great herds of bison lived. Now, there are few of them left..." He sighed. "Well, I do not know where you can find a white tiger. The spirit of nature tells me that some still exist. It is up to you to find out where. You may return here whenever you find the missing ingredient. I will be here."

Anitra nodded, and suddenly heard a rushing of wings behind her as Blake reached them and started to land. She turned to give him a wave, to show that she was all right, and when she turned back, the mysterious shaman had vanished again. "Anitra... what the devil happened?" Blake said without preamble, looking around the empty mountaintop. She just shook her head. "Hard to explain... seems like I fell asleep, and was transported here. Either way, I found the shaman, and he agreed to make the potion we need, if we can find the missing ingredient for him." The huge dragon looked suspiciously around, and sniffed at the air. There was, indeed, a faint hint of spiritual magic in the air...

"I see... so, what's he needing, and where are we heading to get it?" She sighed as she climbed up on his back. "Well, that's the hard part. He needs the seed of a white tiger, and those critters are damn near extinct. He couldn't give us any hint of where to find one." "The seed, huh? Somehow, that doesn't surprise me... well, I've got an idea of where to start." He flapped his wings powerfully, and took off into the air. As the wind rushed past her ears, Anitra continued the conversation with telepathy. Oh? And where is that? She asked. Remember the fur shop where you bought that coat before we went to Narche? He replied. You told me afterwards, that the owner had been bragging that he could get any kind of fur in the world. A white tiger fur would be quite distinctive, wouldn't it? Just something that an eccentric, rich woman would want for a coat... Anitra nodded, catching on to his chain of thought. Right... so, if we ask around in fur-shops, they might know where to find such a white coat - it doesn't matter that we're actually not after its hide, as long as it leads us to a white tiger. Nice thinking, love! She felt his rumbling laugh through the saddle. I'm not all fangs, talons and flaming breath, y'know...

Fortunately, the fur coat she'd used during their northern adventure was still folded up in one of Blake's saddlebags, and using that, she easily played the role of eccentric, fur-loving rich-woman. Most major cities had at least one fur-shop, and some had several. Asking around for white tiger furs in them all, she saw several fakes, and even few genuine ones. But as she'd hoped, most of the stores didn't have any in stock, but were eager to tell an obviously rich customer all they knew about where white tigers could be found. Gradually, she could narrow her search, closing in on a general, geographical position. Finally, she struck pay-dirt in a city at the edge of the Yakkuru Forest. An old fur-trader sighed dramatically when she asked about a white tiger fur. "Well, ma'am, there just happens to be one running around out in this here forest... many hunters and trappers have seen it. It's quite distinctive, you see, what with a white coat in a green forest. But I'm afraid catching it would be quite difficult... and costly..."

Anitra carefully concealed her eagerness at this message, and instead maintained a disdainfully arrogant attitude. "Is that so? I can't see why that would be... as you said, it should be an easy mark." The merchant looked conspiratorially around him, and leaned in closer to speak in a hoarse whisper. "Well, they say that the beast is under the protection of the forest-witch..." She blinked, not needing to feign her surprise. "A witch?" The merchant nodded eagerly. "Yessir, that's right - a gan-u-aine witch, living right here in this forest. They say that she can speak with the animals. Whenever she's seen, she's surrounded by a pack of dangerous animals... including this here white tiger. Many have tried to kill this unholy fiend, but she inspires those beasts around her with an unnatural intelligence and strength. Therefore, inevitably, the hunters come to a bad end... so you see, it would take many hunters to get to this here white tiger, and they'd demand high fees."

She nodded thoughtfully. "I see... I will have to think about it. I really want that fur, but still, so much gold..." Ignoring the merchants feverish assurances that it wouldn't really be that much gold, she bade her farewells, and hurried out of town to meet Blake. It was obvious that the hawker wouldn't have laid it on so thick if he hadn't actually been able to find a fur. So, quite likely, his story would be at least partially true. After getting rid of the bulky fur-coat, she donned a backpack with some basic supplies, and set off into the forest. She had agreed with Blake that she'd probably do better at the hunt on her own, but they'd be in telepathic contact from time to time, when he overflew the forest. Besides, most likely all she'd be facing was a bunch of animals, and even if there actually was a witch, her magical powers would be useless against Anitra's magical resistance.

The woods were lovely, dark and deep... cool shade, refreshing winds, and warm sun in the clearings. Anitra wandered around the forest for three days, not really minding that she'd found nothing, just enjoying the trip. She did her best, however, always keeping an eye open for a flash of white amongst the trees. She also used her nose - although her sense of smell wasn't quite as good as a track-dog, it was still acute enough to pick out things that didn't quite belong. And on the fourth day, she caught an unusual scent - the scent of a large predator, but not one she'd ever smelled before. She knew the scent of wolves, and this wasn't it - but there was still the chance that it might be a bear. However, it was her best bet, so she followed the trail deeper into the forest.

Eventually, she caught another smell, one she was intimately familiar with - the scent of sex. Sweat mingles with sexual juices, male musk and pheromones to make a rather distinctive odor. Curious - and a bit horny - she sped up, following the increasingly fresh trail, until it finally ended in a large clearing. Hiding behind a bush at the edge of it, she crouched low to watch. Out in the center of the clearing, a young girl with long, brown hair was on all fours, while a tiger fucked her ferociously, growling loudly. The girl didn't exactly look like she was in distress, however - rather, she was panting and moaning along with him. Unfortunately for Anitra, the tiger wasn't white, but the ordinary orange-and-black variant. Still, it didn't quite belong in this forest...

Also, circling around the couple was two wolves and three lithe foxes - and that definitely seemed odd. Three different types of predators, gathered in a single place, along with a human... ordinarily, none of them would go anywhere near the others. The foxes seemed especially out of place... usually, the clever animals stayed far away from larger predators. There could be only one explanation to this mysterious gathering of animals: That girl was the 'witch' that the fur-trader had spoken about, and he had apparently been at least partially right. She really did seem to have some sort of power over otherwise wild beasts. But the animals didn't exactly seem to mind, either.

The tiger was really going at it, thrusting into the slim girl again and again. His paws rested on her shoulder, and the fact that she could apparently carry both their weights bore witness of considerable strength. However, his repeated, forceful thrusts was making her arms shake, and finally, with a sigh, she fell down on her elbows. Her tits, whose size belied her otherwise youthful appearance, reached to the ground then. With her sharp sight, Anitra could see how the erect nipples touched the ground, grinding over it as the full breasts swung to the rhythm of the tiger's thrusts.

As the tiger continued tirelessly, Anitra swept her eyes across the clearing, taking a closer look at each of the other animals. It was a mottled crew, indeed - literally so. While one of the wolves was an ordinary gray, the other was partially white, with some light gray mixed in. The three foxes were also divided by color, with one red, one gray, and one a startling white. His red eyes clearly showed that he had the misfortune of being an albino - such animals rarely survived for long, due to their lack of natural camouflage, and the high price their pelts fetched amongst humans. This one was probably only alive due to the protection of this so-called 'forest witch'.

A rise in the pitch of the girl's moans brought her attention back to the mating couple. The girl was clearly getting closer and closer to her climax, and the increasingly feverish thrusts of the tiger indicated that he wasn't far behind. Finally, the girl's eyes - which had been closed so far - flew open, and a long, drawn-out moan issued from her lips as her body shook in orgasm. Her eyes were a feral yellow, closely mirroring those of her feline lover. As her body was wracked by the orgasm, he growled loudly and buried his full length inside her. Even from her hiding-place, Anitra could see those tell-tale vibrations in his loins that clearly demonstrated that he was currently pumping his thick cum deep into her cunt.

Rather than relaxing on top of her for a bit afterwards, as animals often did, he then quickly backed up and pulled out. The girl was still in the throes of her orgasms, but the flash of pain that went over her face was nonetheless visible. Anitra remembered her own encounter with feline cocks from the griffons she'd met near the beginning of her journey - the barbs around the head was no joke. What was more interesting was that the tiger clearly had pulled out while she was still cumming, in order to lessen the pain. Very nice of him... it also indicated, along with many other things, that this so-called 'witch' wasn't controlling the animals through charms or magic, but that there existed some kind of bond between them, be it love, friendship, or just plain lust. Perhaps a useful bit of information, perhaps not...

One undeniable fact, however, was that the display had made her pretty damn horny. Hot juices were dripping from her panties, and running down her thighs. Her nipples were fully erect, and so hard that the large rings that pierced them shook with her every breath. Careful to keep her panting quiet, she snuck one hand down to her crotch, where she started rubbing against the rough texture of the scale panties as she watched the scene continue before her.

She'd actually more or less expected it to end when the tiger was spent, but not so. After he'd pulled out, he licked her pussy gently, purring as she remained unmoving in the afterglow of her orgasm. Then, one of the wolves - the gray one - approached her head with a low growl. She looked up, smiled at him, and nodded. The tiger's eyes narrowed sharply, and his face twisted into a fanged growl, starring at the wolf. The girl pushed herself up, turned her head, and gave him a level stare. After a second of this, the muscular feline stopped growling, and instead turned away with a disdainful snort, stalking into the forest - fortunately in the opposite direction of where Anitra sat.

With the big cat out of the way, the wolf quickly circled around the girl and jumped on her back. He jabbed a few times in the air, before his cock found its mark in her pussy. She sighed as it went in to the knot, while Anitra licked her lips at the sight of the delicious candy-apple red cock. She noticed, also, that the wolf didn't just start humping away as soon as he was inside, as would be his instinctive reaction. Instead, he stood still while the girl - supporting their weight on one arm - reached back with her other hand to spread her pussy-lips wide. Then, he pushed forwards again, and his knot slipped easily into her. She quickly put both hands on the ground again, then, and the support was clearly needed. Now that he was securely lodged inside her, the wolf wasn't holding back at all - he was fucking away with the same ferocious speed that Anitra remembered from her encounter with Silver Fang and his dog-soldiers. Apparently, it was a canine trait.

The girl's half-closed eyes and panting breath indicated that she was already getting into the action, and Anitra found herself wishing that it was her, instead, who was crouching there. Her pussy was gushing, and her fingers just weren't satisfying. As quietly as possible, she pushed her panties down, to give her hands free access to both slit and clit. She needed all the stimulation she could get. It was, however, becoming harder and harder to keep her own moans from being audible. The girl, however, had no such restrictions on her, and was already giving sound to her pleasure. It was a good thing that she'd placed herself downwind from the orgy - the light breeze carried both her smell and her sounds away from the sharp noses and ears of the animals.

Suddenly, the gray fox darted forwards, running up to the girl's head. It sounded like yelps to Anitra, but the girl obviously understood what it was saying, and nodded with a smile. The fox then quickly rolled over on its back, bringing his erect tool into view. Anitra nearly gasped when she saw the size of it - it was a bit smaller than what the wolf was wielding, but attached to the much lighter and slimmer frame of the fox, it looked monstrous... the girl had probably seen it before, though, and was clearly not surprised. She lowered herself on one elbow, and used the other arm to steady the hard cock as she lowered her face unto it. The wolf that was fucking her with inhuman speed growled angrily at the impetuousness of the small fox, but tied as he was, there wasn't much he could do about it.

The girl bobbed her head up and down on the vulpine dick, easily taking the entire length down her throat while the wolf apparently decided to just ignore the fox and concentrate on screwing her. With his forelegs hooked around her hips, he was jabbing at her groin again and again, his tail end a blur in the air. As he speeded up, the girl also accelerated her expert treatment of the fox's cock, causing the lithe animal to bark in pleasure. Suddenly, he arched his back, thrusting his cock deeper into her mouth, and started shaking. With her eagle-eyed vision, Anitra could see the girl's throat move as she swallowed the fox's load, and she bit her lip to stop herself from crying out as a sudden orgasm enveloped her. It was, she realized, the first time she'd brought herself off entirely with her hand, but there was no doubt that this voyeuristic scene was responsible for it. Regardless of her climax, she was still horny as hell, and so she continued massaging her now highly sensitive pussy while the beastial show continued before her eyes.

After a short rest to recover his breath after his orgasm, the gray fox got back on his feet and wandered a bit off. His cock was still hard, and he obviously wouldn't have minded going another round, but the red fox was queuing behind him... this one duplicated the gray's maneuver, and soon he, too, was writhing in pleasure as the girl wrapped her hot lips around his rigid member. While all this happened, the wolf had kept up his ceaseless pace, pouring thrusts into her with unbelievable speed. How the girl was managing to concentrate on sucking dicks while receiving so much pleasure was beyond her... but she did, and even as the wolf's thrusts grew erratic as he approached his climax, the second fox mewled in pleasure. His load, however, wasn't swallowed. Just as he came, the girl threw back her head and screamed in orgasm, causing his cum to be scattered all over her face and breasts.

Before her scream had ended, the wolf stopped moving, simply standing there quietly while his loins shook from the exertion, and his balls released their load into her warm, clenching pussy. All three of them - the wolf, the fox, and the girl - just stayed like that for half a minute or so, getting their breath back after their respective climaxes. Then, the fox quickly got to his feet and ran over to the other side of the clearing, just in case the wolf decided to come looking for him when he got off. The wolf, however, seemed to be quite relaxed, pulling out - his knot slipped past the girl's pussylips quite easily, Anitra noted - and walking a bit away to clean his tool.

The other wolf, nearly white, then approached the girl, not so much growling as whimpering. He was obviously nervous about whether or not he'd get his turn, but the girl just smiled and beckoned him closer. He trotted over quickly, obviously relishing a chance to get his rocks off, even if it was as the third in line. Her pussy would be both somewhat lax, and packed with cum by now. Either way, the wolf didn't just jump on her right away, as the dark-gray one had done. He instead walked up and rubbed his head against hers, in a wolfish show of affection. She grinned at him, nudging him with her head, and finally giving him a big kiss on the muzzle.

Only then did he walk around to her backside, and jump up. His cock was already out of its sheath, the tip glistening with pre-cum. After carefully adjusting his hindquarters, he thrust forwards, hitting the spot in the first attempt, and spearing all the way into her. Even across the clearing, the slimy sound of a cock entering a cum-filled orifice was unmistakable. The girl, who was still resting on her elbows after the second fox had left, turned her head and winked at the wolf, grinning broadly. Then, she reached back with one hand, and gripped his cock right behind the knot, pushing it out. The wolf yelps in surprise, but doesn't resist - his face, however, seemed split between sadness and surprise. But instead of just pushing him away, she nudged his cock further upwards, and winked at him again. He looked at her for a moment, delight written across his canine face, and then thrust forwards with a happy bark.

Anitra could see the girl clench her teeth in pain as the wolf's cock buried itself in her ass - clearly, she wasn't all that experienced with anal sex. However, the lubrication was plentiful, and the wolf wasn't overly well equipped, so her expression soon changed to one of pleasure again. The wolf moved slowly, at least by canine standards - whether out of consideration for the girl, or because the tightness of her ass made faster movement impossible, Anitra didn't know. Soon, the girl began to moan again, while Anitra slipped three fingers up her own asshole, feeling her second voyeuristic orgasm approaching.

With a cautious eye towards the white-gray wolf, the albino fox walked up to the girl's head and prodded at her with his nose. Her eyes opened, blurred with pleasure, and she nodded faintly as another moan escaped her lips. The fox instantly rolled over, his red cock a stark contrast to his pure white coat. She swallowed it to the root at once, spread lips kissing the knot at the base as the fox squirmed with joy. She didn't move her head after that, but judging by the movements of the fox, she was working him over with her tongue. And quite skillfully at that.

The wolf, meanwhile, was turning a problem into an advantage. What with the tightness of her ass, there was obviously no way for him to get his knot into her. Thus, the ferocious speed that was otherwise a characteristic of canine sex was out of his reach. But instead of sulking about that, he took full advantage of the greatly increased length this gave his thrusts... rather than being limited to a few inches at most, as would have been the case if he had 'tied' to her, he was using the entire length of his cock. Lubricated by a mixture of cum and pussy-juice, he ground his full, 5-inch length in and out of her at every thrust, the head nearly slipping out every time.

It was obvious, however, that he wouldn't last very long in such a hot and tight orifice... but even as the girl plunged headlong towards an anal orgasm, she did her best to ensure that they'd all cum together. She redoubled her efforts on the fox-dick in her mouth, moving her head up and down while turning it from side to side, effectively corkscrewing it - and at the same time, she started pushing her ass back against the wolf's thrusts, increasing their force and speed. Finally, it all came to a head as the wolf smashed his cock all the way in, and lifted his muzzle in a howl of pleasure and triumph as he pumped his cum deep into the girl's tight ass.

As this happened, the continuous movements of her mouth also became too much for the fox, who shot his load down her throat just as she was seized by a powerful, anal orgasm. In the throes of pleasure, she lifted her head from the still-spurting fox-cock, gasping for air. From her hideout, Anitra could see the fox-cum that filled the girl's mouth, and felt her own orgasm approaching. She had one hand all the way up her sopping pussy, while driving four fingers of the other one repeatedly up her ass. When the girl, eyes still blurred with pleasure, swallowed the mouthful of cum, while the rest of the load coated her face and neck, it became too much. Anitra went over the edge, trembling as the second orgasm of the day washed over her...

A few minutes ticked away after that, as all the implicated parties came down from their orgasmic high. The wolf pulled out, his cock pursued by a few globs of cum before the girl's asshole snapped shut. The fox got shakily to his feet and walked over to join his two fellows. The girl sat up, looked down herself, and sighed at the sticky condition she was in. Meanwhile, Anitra extracted her fingers from her orifices, trying to decide what to do next - just walk in on the gathering in the clearing? Watch some more? It wasn't likely that she'd get much useful information that way - so far, the girl had communicated nonverbally with the animals, and whether it was due to some telepathic connection or just their ability to interpret her gestures, it didn't allow Anitra to intercept their communications. She was just starting to wonder if following the girl might be useful, when she heard a menacing growl behind her...

Looking over her shoulder, she saw a large, black wolf stand behind her, fangs barred, one paw lifted in preparation of a rush for her throat. With a muttered curse, she spun around, pulled out her sword, and assumed a defensive position. Or at least, that's what she would have done if her panties hadn't been tangled around her ankles. Instead, she overbalanced and fell directly through the bush that had hidden her so far, literally rolling into the clearing. One hand reaching for the hilt of her sword, while the other struggled to pull her panties back in place, she staggered to her feet. Looking up, she saw the two wolves in the clearing recover from their surprise and charge her, while the three foxes circled around her in the hopes of attacking from an unguarded direction. At the same time, the black wolf that had found her was approaching her from behind.

Just when it looked like things would get ugly, a voice cried out over the clearing. "Stop!" It was a voice that Anitra had so far only heard in moans and sighs, but apparently this wild-girl was quite capable of speaking an understandable language. She was, Anitra discovered as she turned to face her, also quite capable of drawing a longbow. The bow must have been hidden in the long grass until then - she hadn't noticed it when looking over the clearing - but now it was in the hands of the forest-girl, with a broad-headed arrow cocked and pointing at her throat.

She forced herself to relax her grip on the hilt of her sword. Then, with a shrug, she let go of it and used her now-free hands to pull her panties into place. At the same time, she sent out a telepathic call to Blake. Something wrong, dear? He called back. Not dangerously so, love, but I could use your help... I'm in a clearing that should be big enough for you. Home in on my signal, and try to approach from downwind... I've got some company, and we wouldn't want to spoil the surprise, would we? He laughed mentally at her. Oh yeah, they're in for a big surprise, all right... I'll be there in a matter of minutes.

The girl still had the bow drawn, which gave further evidence to the arm-strength that she had demonstrated while 'playing' with the animals. However, even a skilled longbowman couldn't keep such a weapon drawn for more than a minute or two - so if they were going to come to a solution that didn't involve swords and dragonfire, she'd better talk quickly. She laughed with a confidence she didn't entirely feel - until Blake showed up, the situation was somewhat threatening - and waved at the girl. "You can relax - I'm obviously not going anywhere, am I? And there's no way I'd be able to outrun this little pack of yours, either." The girl narrowed her eyes somewhat, but didn't relax her grip.

"Give me one good reason why I shouldn't release this arrow before I bring my bow down, hmm?" She asked threateningly, the arrowhead still pointing directly at Anitra's vulnerable throat. The dragonrider just shrugged, however. "I don't need to - you've already got a good reason. Otherwise, you'd have released that arrow as soon as you were sure of your aim." The two women continued to stare at each other across the clearing for a few seconds, then the girl gave a sigh and relaxed the bowstring. "All right, so I'm not a cold-blooded murderess - but you are trespassing. This is my forest. Leave at once, and I'll let you keep your life. Stay, and you will die and become food for my friends. Your choice."

Anitra rubbed her chin. This girl wasn't exactly giving her many options... "Look, I don't mean to trespass, nor do I have any intention of hurting any of the animals that are under your protection. I'm simply looking for someone." The girl shrugged. "No-one moves through my forest that I don't know about. And the only humans who ever come here are those stupid hunters. If that friend of yours is a hunter, he's either already dead, or drinking himself a courage back at one of the taverns in town." At this, Anitra grinned, especially since that description probably was quite accurate. "I didn't say that I was looking for a friend - nor did I say that it was a human. I have come here because I've heard that a white tiger lives here. That is who I seek."

With a sneer, the girl lifted the bow again. "So you're just another fool who have come to take Bengali's hide, eh? Well, I'm afraid your quest ends here - I won't let you, or anyone else, near him!" Anitra lifted an eyebrow. "So, you're gonna kill me after all, then?" The girl nodded. Anitra shook her head. "Well, girl, I'm afraid that's not going to happen..." "Says who?" She retorted, somewhat weakly, obviously still not quite comfortable with the idea of killing an unarmed person. "Says I!" A powerful voice resounded from above.

The animals that had so far circled around Anitra literally jumped with surprise, and then rushed to form a protective ring around the girl, who quickly adjusted her bowsight towards the sky. Gliding on silent wings, Blake descended, the sun glinting in his razor-sharp talons. "Put that bow down... if you know anything about dragons, you should realize that your arrows cannot pierce his scales." The girl, though shaken, remained calm, and her face was expressionless rather than fear-struck. After staring at Blake's huge form for a few seconds, she rapidly returned her aim to Anitra. "Who are you?" She asked, voice still calm. Anitra gave an ironic bow. "I am Anitra the DragonRider - and that's my dragon, Blake. And you?"

"I am Kimberly... and as you've already seen, I can speak with animals. Now, why don't you speak with your dragon, and tell him to back off before I put an arrow through your neck?" Anitra shook her head. "Threats are rather pointless at this point... if you were to kill me, Blake would fry the lot of you in revenge, and probably burn down the forest, just for good measure. Also, I am a good deal faster than an ordinary person - your arrow might never hit its mark, be your aim ever so perfect... so, why don't you just calm down, and maybe we can find an equitable solution, hmm?" Kimberly shook her head angrily. "You are full of expensive words... I would never sell out one of my friends, not even to save my own life."

Antira sighed. "I am not after his life, Kimberly, or his hide. I merely need his seed." "Seed?" The girl asked in confusion. "His sperm, if you will... I need it to finish a magical potion. The purpose of this potion is not important - the important thing is that it obviously wouldn't hurt him to lose a little sperm, hmm?" The ground trembled slightly as Blake deposited his not inconsiderable weight on the ground, on the opposite site of Kimberly and her protectors. The girl's arms were also starting to shake from the exertion, Anitra could see, but her face did not show the pain that she must be feeling in her arm after keeping the bow drawn for so long. "Why should I trust you?" She asked suspiciously. Anitra just shook her head. "I cannot prove it to you. You'll simply have to make up your mind to believe me, or not. If you don't, then release that arrow, and we'll see which way the dice falls for me - either way, you and your friends are dead. If you do, however, then let that bow down, and maybe we can come to an agreement."

That statement hung in the air for a few seconds, before Kimberly lowered the bow with a sigh. "I want you out of here, 'Anitra'... I want you out of my forest, and I never want to see you or your dragon again." Anitra shrugged. "Fair enough. I'll give you my word never to return to this forest, if you can give me some white tiger sperm in return." The girl nodded cautiously. "Okay - but I want you out of my forest, right now! I'll go find Bengali, and get your damn 'seed'. You know the place at the forest's edge where there's a huge oak with a hole in it?" Anitra nodded. "Fine, then wait there - I'll bring the sperm there once I've got it."

Anitra grinned, and gave her a thumbs-up. "See? You can always come to a peaceful solution if you try. All right, we'll fly to that place, and wait for you there - just don't take too long. Don't play with dragons when you live in a forest, as the saying goes..." With a wink, Anitra sauntered around the snarling wolves, and jumped on Blake's back. Almost as an afterthought, she pulled a glass bottle with a wide neck out of one of her saddlebags, and dropped it in the tall grass. "Here, you can use this for the sperm - happy hunting." Then, Blake's wings began to beat, whirling grit and sand into the air. Anitra gave a final wave as they lifted off into the skies, and disappeared behind the treetops.

Kimberly continued to watch the sky for a few minutes, also keeping her ears open for the receding sound of flapping wings. When she was sure that the odd couple was really gone, she sighed and shook her head. "I guess I don't have much of a choice, huh..." she muttered, walking over to where she'd left her quiver - she hadn't bothered to pick it up when she heard Kiba's warning. She then hurriedly pulled on her clothes, which she had also left in the grass. She suddenly felt a bit shy about her nakedness - that woman had obviously been watching her for a while, and she'd clearly enjoyed it too, considering that she'd been caught with her pants down - literally. She wasn't quite sure how she felt about that - another woman watching her have sex, and masturbating to the sight. But she had more important things on her mind, now...

Bengali had gone off a while ago, to hunt, and he of course hadn't said whereto. It was hard to say how long that 'dragonrider' would wait to realize her threat to burn down the forest - she hadn't given any real time-frame, just saying not to 'take too long'. Having impending doom hanging over her head wasn't a feeling she was used to, and she didn't really want to leave it there for longer than absolutely necessary. So, it was off to find Bengali, as quickly as possible. She gave a few rapid commands to her pack, which immediately spread out to search for Bengali's trail. The foxes helped too, although their noses weren't quite as good as the wolves'. After making sure that they understood the severity of the situation, she picked up the glass bottle that Anitra had dropped, stashed it in her quiver, and ran into the forest to conduct her own search. While she couldn't smell her way to her feline friend, she could talk to all the animals of the forest - and some of them were bound to have noticed the big cat's passing. Large predators were usually something you took note of, especially if you were a small, tasty animal.

Asking around, she soon picked up his trail - he'd headed in a generally northerly direction. The squirrels were particularly communicative, as usual, and soon she was pretty certain that she knew where he was heading - down to the pool near the waterfall, where many animals came to drink. A typical place to hunt. Deciding to take the gamble, she stopped asking questions and just sprinted towards the pool, her lithe form dodging around the treetrunks with ease. Then, suddenly, a huge dark shape reared out of the undergrowth before her... she skidded to a halt, one hand reaching for an arrow before she recognized the shape. "Kumal! Geez, what a shock... you'll scare me to death, someday." The large brown bear chuckled, getting back down on all four. "How am I supposed to know that it's you, and not some hunter? When you run that fast, I don't have enough time to pick up your scent."

She nodded, not bothering to dispute the point. "Right... anyway, have you seen Bengali? I was heading over to the pond to look for him." The bear's mood instantly soured. "Bengali! Yeah, you're always looking for him, or for Rikash, or for Xair... funny how you're never looking for me. Well, I'm afraid you won't find him at the pond - I was just there, fishing for salmon. He left a short while ago - didn't have any luck." "Where did he go? Did he say? It's important..." Kimberly said, ignoring his grumbling. Kumal snorted. "Yeah, he told me where he was heading... but I don't think I really want to tell you. You spend way too much time screwing around with those little critters, anyway."

Kimberly stared angrily at the stubborn bear for a few seconds, and then sighed. She had been neglecting him a bit lately, but she didn't really have the time to discuss it with him now. "All right, Kumal... it you tell me where Bengali went, you can fuck me, okay?" "Huh? You've never said it like that before..." he replied in surprise. "Look, it would take too long to explain why, but it's urgent that I find Bengali as soon as possible. So? Do we have a deal?" She tapped her foot in impatience, while he mumbled to himself for a bit. Then, he lifted his furred head. "All right, Kimberly, that's fair enough. I need to get my rocks off, even though I don't much like the idea of making this kind of exchange... well, it's really your own fault anyway, for spending all your time with those runts instead of me! "

With a grunt, he sat back on his haunches, and beckoned at her with his large paws. With a shrug, she dropped her skimpy clothes, as well as the bow and arrows, and walked up to him. His cock was already peeking out of its thick-furred sheath, growing under her eyes. Kneeling down, she began to rub the emerging cockhead, as well as the fuzzy balls beneath it, and it quickly hardened to the touch. Inch after inch rose up, until finally all 9 inches were out. The oval head was easily 2½ inch across - of all her friends, he was by far the most well-equipped. Perhaps that was why she so rarely sought him out for a pleasurable thryst in the woods - even though she knew she could take it, the size never failed to intimidate her somewhat.

Gripping Kumal's chest-fur for support, she basically climbed up on his hind-legs, and lowered herself down over the big bear-cock. As the head touched her pussylips, which were fortunately still wet after the little party with Rikash, Xair and Brokefang, she reached down one hand to pull her cunt open. She knew that the head could fit, but only just barely. Pain gradually built in her loins as she pushed herself down on the large intruder, holding her breath. Then, the head popped inside, and she exhaled explosively with relief. That was the hard part - the widest part of the shaft by far. Once again stabilizing herself with both hands entangled in the bear's thick fur, she bent her knees and continued lowering herself down on the huge spear. Nine inches was a lot for a girl her age, she knew, but she'd always been dogged - she'd trained relentlessly until she was able to take the whole thing. And then, apparently, she'd lot interest...

As the long shaft continued rubbing over her pussylips on its way into her cunt, she remembered why she'd worked so hard on it in the first place - none of her other friends, not even Bengali who was so skilled with his cock, could give her that immense feeling of fullness. The unique sensation of being stretched as far as possible, pushing her young body to the limit... Already, her nipples were hard and erect, standing out from her chest like little arrowheads. With a moan, she pulled herself closer to Kumal, embracing his muscular, yet soft, body. Then, as she reached the seventh inch of bear-cock, her legs were completely bent, and she knew what came next. Without taking the time to think about it, she pulled her legs out from under herself, sinking the last two inches down to the root in one swift movement - painfully fast. The wide head was forced rapidly into regions otherwise rarely used, stretching them open again. As her lips slid over the ridge at the very bottom of the shaft, she felt the head bounce up against her womb, and she knew that she was completely filled... and that, in itself, was nearly enough to make her cum.

Then, Kumal's arms closed gently around her. The soft paws, which were quite capable of tearing a deer limb from limb, held her softly. With his arms in her armpits, he then slowly lifted her up, pulling her off of his rock-hard cock, bit by bit. Her cunt clung to it all the way, following every ridge and vein as it passed out into the air again. Finally, when the wide head rested just behind the stretched lips, he lowered her again. Not quickly, not slowly, but just right - causing waves of pleasure to wash over her, without quite bringing her off. When he hit the bottom again, it all started over again. Each full thrust took nearly a minute, and the build-up of unreleased pleasure was driving her insane.

"Please..." she moaned "Just fuck me fast and hard! I need to cum, dammit!" The large bear chuckled, and continued the insufferably slow pace... one stroke, two strokes, lifting her up for the third... and then, suddenly and without warning, he pulled her down on his nine-incher as hard as he could. The huge tool vanished into her in less than a second, instantly setting her off into a mind-shattering orgasm. Her teeth rattled as uncontrollable muscle contractions washed over her, her pussy clamping shut around the huge cock like a vise. But Kumal possessed immense strength, and despite the sudden tightness, he continued the rapid pace, his cock thundering into her cunt at full speed. This continuous onrush of sensation, combined with the slow pleasure that had gone before it, lengthened Kimberly's orgasm enormously. The climax that was usually just a brief flash of pleasure, just continued and continued for nearly ten minutes. Then, the pace became too much for even Kumal, and with a roar that scarred up every bird for miles around, he came as well.

With the hot cum pumping into her womb, on top of everything else, Kimberly was lifted to a level of pleasure she'd never experienced before - it was like two orgasms stacked on top of each other, climax squared. Her entire body was impossibly tense, while her contracting cunt seemed to milk Kumal's cock for every last drop of sperm. Her skin was suffused with heat, and her vision darkened. She felt as if she was going to explode from pure, undiluted joy. Then, her body went slack in Kumal's arms, as she felt her consciousness flee.

The huge bear gently lifted her off of his softening dick, and put her down on the ground. She moaned weakly, while his sperm continued to run from her still-open cunt. She obviously needed some rest - even if he woke her up, she'd be hard pressed to walk, to say nothing of run, in the condition she was in now. Yet, she'd said that she needed to get in touch with Bengali urgently - no time to waste, and all that. And he was a bear of his word... so, with a deep sigh, he pulled her up on his back, and trotted off with her as his passenger. He grimaced as he felt the cum that was still leaking out of her get stuck in his fur - he'd have a devil of a time washing it out. Almost as an afterthought, he picked up her bow and the quiver of arrows - she might need them. But there was no way for him to carry her clothes, and besides, he never could figure out why she insisted on wearing that human-stuff.

Half an hour later, he found Bengali exactly where he'd said he would be - at the birch grove. And apparently, he'd had more luck there than at the pond, 'cause he was busily chewing his way through a deer carcass. When he sensed the approaching bear, he lifted his bloody muzzle and growled warningly - Kumal didn't mind a piece of juicy deer himself, and Bengali knew that. But when he noticed Kimberly's unconscious body lying across the bear's shoulders, he instantly lost interest in the meat... "Kumal! What's happened to Kimberly? Is she hurt?" The white tiger was obviously worried - he'd always been quite protective about the girl. The bear spat out Kimberly's weapon on the ground. "Relax, Bengali... she's just a bit tired. But she said that she needed to see you urgently." He carefully tipped his shoulders, letting the sleeping girl slide to the ground.

Bengali walked over to her, nostrils flaring. He quickly picked up a familiar scent, and lifted an eyebrow at Kumal. "I think I see why she's so exhausted..." The bear just grinned. Rolling his eyes, Bengali proceeded to lick Kimberly's face with his rough tongue, causing her to wake rather rapidly. "Bengali!" she said angrily as she sat up "Careful with that tongue of yours - you could lick the skin right off of my face!" Then, she shook her head, and looked around, clearly disoriented. "Huh? Bengali? How did I get here?" "I carried you..." replied Kumal "You said that you were in a hurry, so I figured that you wouldn't want to wait until you woke up on your own."

She nodded, rubbing the tender place where Bengali's rough tongue had touched her. "Right... thank you, Kumal. Now, Bengali, I need your help, urgently - I don't have time to explain, but I need some of your seed." The tiger looked at her strangely. "My seed? You've taken some of that in the past, and you know I'm always glad to help you, but... well, I guess it doesn't matter why you suddenly need it so urgently." He rolled over on the side, showing his furry sheath. "Go right ahead, take all you need. But I do expect an explanation about all this later..."

Kimberly nodded, and started moving towards him, when a thought struck her. "The bottle! It was in my quiver, and I left that back where I met Kumal!" "Bottle?" Kumal queried. "I don't know about that, but I brought your bow and arrows in case you'd need them." Looking around, the soon spotted the quiver lying in the grass, and ran over there. The small glass bottle was still there, stuffed down between the arrows. She pulled it out, and went back to Bengali, who was looking more and more surprised. Rather than take the time for long explanations, she just winked at him and kneeled down next to his hindquarters. His cock was still inside its sheath, but her mere presence there - naked and reeking of sex - already had the head peeking out. As she rubbed the sheath with one hand, she tenderly cupped his balls with the other, and quickly the tool started hardening.

As the head emerged, she noticed the small, bony barbs around the head... they were painful to pull out, but while they were inside, they added a whole different volume to the pleasure. And of course, she had to be quite careful about them when sucking him off. Leaning down, she flicked out with her tongue, touching the sensitive head for a split second. The tiger jumped slightly, and several more inches slid out of the sheath. It was thicker than one would have guessed from his sleek form, more than 1½ inch across and - she knew - a good 6 inches long when fully erect. That full erection was growing closer as she continued to stimulate him with fingers and tongue, and soon his entire tool was out in the open and hard as steel.

Then, holding the rigid staff out from his fuzzy underbelly with one hand, she leaned all the way forwards and swallowed the barbed head. She could feel the barbs rest against her teeth, and was careful to keep her tongue away from them as she let it dance a furious flamenco across the white tiger's cockhead. He was already writhing in pleasure, and she'd only just gotten started... however, the next part was tricky. She repositioned her body a bit, and then thrust her head forwards, gulping the thick cock down into her throat. The trick was, now, to not let her throat clamp down on the barbed head - she had to suppress the gag-reflex. Breathing deeply through the nose, she plunged onwards, taking more of the hard cockmeat into her throat, inch by inch, until her lips finally hit the base. Deepthroating a tiger was no easy job, but she'd perfected her technique over the years...

She then began to slowly move her head back and forth, massaging the shaft with her throat muscles, while keeping them completely relaxed around the head. Bengali shook in pleasure, but at the same time felt the lack of stimulation at the most sensitive part of his cock - the head - most keenly. Kimberly kept this up for several minutes, teasing him, and making his balls ache for need of release. Then, she concentrated on completely relaxing her throat... and pulled her head back. The barbed head slid past her tonsils, back into her mouth, with a minimum of discomfort. Then she started sucking, her cheeks hollowing out, while at the same time licking repeatedly over the head. With a groan, Bengali bucked his hips, and started cumming.

After reflexively swallowing the first spurt - and enjoying the taste - she quickly pulled her head off of the spurting cock entirely, and grabbed the bottle. The wide neck allowed her to swiftly fit it over Bengali's cockhead, and the rest of his load splurted into the clear container while she quickly jacked him off. When the spurts slowed to a dribble, the bottle was more than half full, and Bengali was panting. "I hope that's enough..." he said. "'cause I don't think I've got the energy for another round." Kimberly pulled the bottle off of his cockhead, held it up, and looked at the contents somewhat dubiously. "I hope so too... well, it better be, 'cause this is all she's getting!" She shook the bottle, watching the thick fluid glop around in it, and felt strangely aroused by the sight - she'd drunk enough of it in the past, but she'd never had a chance to really look at it before. Then, realizing that she didn't have a cork, she went and picked a broad leaf from a nearby tree, and fastened it over the mouth of the bottle with a piece of her spare bowstring.

Looking at the sky, she figured out the time, and decided that she'd need to move quickly if she were to reach the ancient oak at the forest's edge by nightfall. "I'd still really like to hear the whole story..." Bengali commented, getting to his feet while his cock retreated back into its sheath. Kimberly shook her head. "Look, I'll tell you later - right now I'll have to run if I am to make it on time. The tiger shook his head and sighed. "Look, I'll let you ride me to your destination, if you'll explain on the way..." She nodded, eager for a chance to ride on the tiger's back, something that he usually wouldn't allow unless it was a life-threatening emergency. With the bottle in one hand, she vaulted unto his back. "Head for the old oak at the forest's edge - you know the place, right? Kumal, you carry my bow and arrows back to the place where we met - I'll head back there to collect them, and my clothes, afterwards." The bear grumbled some, but then nodded. "All right, but I'll be waiting there for an explanation, too..."

It was an intoxicating feeling, flying through the forest on the back of the swift tiger - his thread was so soft, it seemed as if he hardly touched the ground at all. The feeling of having all those pounds of muscle working between her thighs was also quite nice... either way, as he rushed towards the ancient oak, racing against the sun, she explained the whole story, starting with the unexpected appearance of the female dragonrider in the clearing. The run didn't afford Bengali enough air to comment or ask questions, so she tried to relate all the details she could - including the fact that the dragonrider had stumbled into the clearing with her panties hanging around her ankles. She could feel his flanks shake with laughter when she described how she'd been trying to pull her sword and pull her pants up at the same time...

Twilight was fast approaching when they reached the oak. Bengali slowed his run to a walk as soon as they saw the top of the huge tree reaching up above the rest, all senses alert - after all, it could be some kind of trap. And sure enough, he did pick up an unfamiliar scent - he did not recognize it, but it nonetheless made his instincts cry out in warning. It was clearly the scent of a large predator - the dragon, obviously. Another scent was familiar - the human woman, the dragonrider. And then there was a third smell, one that he had no trouble recognizing. A smirk spread across his feline face. "Kimberly... that woman obviously watched you while you had sex with Rikash, Xair and Brokefang, right?" Kimberly nodded. "Yes... and I'm still not sure how I feel about it." "That so? Well, they say that turnabout is fair play, and there's something in the air... a clear smell of arousal and lovejuice. What do you say? Shall we sneak right along?"

"Huh?" She looked up in surprise. Who could she be with? The dragon? No way... it was far too big. Then again, she knew from her animal friends that body-size and cock-size didn't always follow. Maybe that black dragon was less well-equipped than his size would suggest. Either way, the idea of returning the favor did appeal to her. She grinned, rubbing the tiger's fur. "Sure thing, Bengali... let's have a look at the action." He nodded, and continued towards the oak, taking great care every time he set his foot down... avoiding twigs and dry leaves, he moved through the undergrowth like a whispering wind, inaudible to even the sharp ears of the nearby dragon.

As they approached the edge of the forest, Bengali ducked low under a bush, and Kimberly jumped off. Pulling the broad-leafed branches aside, she had a clear view of the oak, which stood in majestic solidarity a few yards from the forest. Its trunk was thick and broad, its roots deeply set... and that was probably a good thing, since otherwise, it wouldn't have been able to endure the treatment it was receiving now. The black dragon, who probably weighted in at well over 3 tons, was leaning heavily on it, and his movements were making it creak dangerously. For a moment, Kimberly thought that he was taking advantage of the wide hole in the middle of the tree, but then she heard the moans of the dragonrider. She quickly crept further to the side to get a better look, and sure enough - there she was, under the dragon, also leaning on the tree. Her erect nipples were rubbing over the rough bark, and her ass was pushed out invitingly.

Kimberly could clearly see it - he was fucking her, sure enough, and the size of his shaft made her gasp in shock. It was thicker than her thighs, and every thrust was more than a foot long - to say nothing of what remained buried inside her. Yet, she girl seemed to be taking it without a problem - in fact, judging by the sounds she was making, she was enjoying it immensely. Narrowing her eyes, Kimberly realized that she actually couldn't tell which hole he was going into - whichever one it was, it had been stretched so far as to push the other one aside. Initially, she had of course assumed that it would be the pussy - but with that size, both holes should be equally impossible, so it didn't really matter, did it?

At every thrust, the dragonrider's huge tits were mashed flat against the tree in a way that made Kimberly wince. But the woman wasn't using her arms to push back with, which could have spared those large, milky-white globes some of the rough treatment - rather, she was hugging the tree close, and holding on tight. The reason was obvious - when the dragon pulled back, her ass was pulled back along with it by the tightness of whatever orifice he was using. If she hadn't had such a good grip on the tree, she would probably have lost her footing.

He was really going at her, too - really fucking hard and fast, holding nothing back. He was panting, she noticed, and knowing the endurance of animals, that probably meant that he had been fucking for quite a while. Just thinking about the number of orgasms that woman must have gotten in that time made her shiver. Suddenly, she heard a sloshing sound coming from near the ground, and looked down in surprise. There, her hand was busy, rapidly jamming three fingers in and out of her sopping wet cunt. She hadn't even thought about it - her hand had moved on its own accord - but now she was feeling the horniness well up in her. Never mind that she'd already had a minor orgy with the Rikash, Xair, Brokefang, and the foxes. Never mind that Kumal had given her the fuck of a lifetime an hour before. Never mind that Bengali was right next to her, watching, listening, and smelling her. Watching this dragon screw that woman with his impossibly big cock was making her hotter than she'd ever been before.

The rhythmic thrusts were making the ancient tree shake as the woman was smashed into it unrelenting trunk again and again, moaning in time. The movement was becoming more and more rapid, and the dragonrider's voice was rising in pitch. Kimberly's hand duplicated the acceleration, moving faster and faster in her cunt as she felt her - what was it, fourth? Fifth? Ah, who counts - orgasm approach fast. Her eyes were wide-open and unblinking, staring feverishly at the action while her free hand started tweaking her nipples. She couldn't keep from moaning herself, but hopefully, the sound would drown in the mixture of thuds, moans, and pants that emerged from the couple at the tree.

Suddenly, the dragon changed his technique... the increasingly rapid thrusts stopped, and instead he pulled out... and out... and out... Kimberly realized that she was actually holding her breath as inch after inch emerged from the woman. How long was that thing? Finally, with nearly 3 solid feet outside, he reversed direction and thrust it back into the heat of her body, with all his weight behind it. As it sunk in to the root, he pulled out for another one. At the first thrust, Kimberly came, pussy-juice covering her hand as she bit her lip to keep from screaming out. At the second thrust, Anitra - who was under no such constriction - screamed out in orgasm, her cunt contracting crazily around Blake's cock. At the third thrust, Blake roared as he blasted the content of his balls deep into the pliant body beneath him.

Kimberly sat back, still playing gently with her pussy as she enjoyed the orgasmic afterglow. She felt her lust stir again as the dragon pulled his cum-covered cock all the way out, and the woman proceeded to lick it clean, but after all the action she'd seen that day, she simply didn't have the energy to really get hot again. She just continued to watch as the dragonrider finished covering the entire 3-foot length of softening cock, which then slid into a scale-covered sheath. "Whew..." the dragon said "you were really needin' it, huh? That took me just about to the end of my libido. Hell, we've been screwing pretty much non-stop since I picked you up!" The girl grinned, patting his long snout fondly. "Yeah... after watching that girl - Kimberly, wasn't it? - screw all those animals, I seriously needed some hot cock myself."

She looked at the sun, which was rapidly approaching the horizon. "I wonder when she'll get here?" The black dragon shrugged, and then suddenly froze, his nostrils flaring. Then, he laughed out loud. "My dear Anitra, I think she's already here - as a matter of fact, I think she arrived a while ago." Kimberly's eyes widened, and suddenly she realized that the wind had shifted while she'd been absorbed in her own pleasure - she was no longer downwind from the couple, quite the contrary. And the dragon obviously had a fine enough nose to pick up the smell of both her, and her pussy-juice.

With a sigh, she got up, grabbed the bottle of tiger cum, and walked out of the bushes. The dragonrider lifted an eyebrow at the sight, and after looking down her, grinned broadly. "I was going to ask you if you'd enjoyed the show, Kimberly... but I think I've already gotten my answer." Kimberly gave her a nasty look, quite conscious of the fact that her inner thighs were completely covered with pussy-juice and dried cum. "Here." She said, handing her the bottle. "This is the seed of a white tiger, like you wanted. Now get lost." Anitra looked at the white liquid sloshing around in the bottle, and nodded. "Okay, you kept your part, and I'll keep mine. I won't return to your forest."

After depositing the bottle in one of the dragon's saddlebags, the dragonrider took her time collecting the scattered pieces of her armor from the ground, putting them on and adjusting the straps carefully, while Kimberly watched mutely, tapping a foot impatiently. Finally, fully dressed and armed, she climbed up on the dragon's back, and with a final wave, took off up into the sky. Kimberly sighed, and shook her head. It had been a most peculiar day... but not all bad. For one thing, she couldn't remember ever having so many orgasms in a single day before. Now, she just needed to go collect her clothes and weapons, and explain things to Kumal, then she could retire to the den for a good night's sleep... she needed it.

Several days later, Blake landed gently on the same plateau where their search for the white tiger cum had begun, more than a month before. The view was the same as then, blasted wasteland as far as the eye could see. Anitra got off, took the bottle from the saddlebag, and cautiously walked into the cave that was, apparently, the home of the Shaman. She looked back over her shoulder at Blake before entering, and he nodded reassuringly. The cave was too small for him to enter, but should the need arise, he could throw both spells and fire into it.

The cave went deeper into the mountain than she'd expected... a short way in, it made a sharp turn to the right, and soon the light that filtered in from the outside grew dimmer and dimmer. Her reptilian eyes continued to penetrate the gloom with ease, but even she could not see in complete darkness... and she hadn't bothered to bring the glowstone she'd purchased for just such an occasion. However, before the darkness grew too thick for her to penetrate, a light began to show from the other end of the tunnel - the friendly, flickering red light of a bonfire. She could also hear a low chanting in a language she did not understand...

As she went around another corner, she suddenly found herself in a low cave. The floor was covered in woven rugs, and a variety of clay containers stood along the walls. In the middle, a circle of stone floor had been left clear, and on this a fire burned. It burned directly on the floor, without any kind of visible fuel. It also did not smoke. But she could feel the heat from where she stood, and a bubbling pot rested on top of it, so it was no mere illusion... not a simple trick, even for a skilled magician.

Sitting on the other side of the pot was the ancient shaman - it was from him that the chanting came. He was mumbling spells while his hands traced intricate designs over the pot, occasionally dropping some dried herbs into the bubbling fluid. The color of the potion - if that was what it was - was undecipherable. It seemed to shift with every bursting bubble, growing darker or lighter every time another ingredient was added. Anitra remained silent, standing near the interest - she knew better than to disturb someone in the middle of such a spell. Then, the shaman waved her over, without even looking up from the pot.

"Come, Rider-of-Black-Dragon... give me the final ingredient for this potion." Anitra lifted an eyebrow, but decided not to ask him how he'd known that she was coming, at this exact time, with the final ingredient in hand. Even if she got an answer, she probably wouldn't be able to understand it. Walking over next to him, she handed him the bottle. She wrinkled her nose at the smell rising from the pot - the thought of drinking that gunk didn't exactly appeal to her. But, if that was what it took...

The old shaman nimbly removed the improvised cork, and after sloshing the contents around for a bit, he simply poured the entire bottle into the brew. The reaction was immediate. A cloud of white smoke rose from the pot with a sound like tiger's roar, and for a moment Anitra thought she saw the face of a white tiger in the smoke. Then, it dissipated, and when she looked down the brew had changed considerably. It had lost all color, and was clear as water. It had also stopped boiling. And strangely enough, most of it had vanished. Before, there had been an entire pot full of it - now there was only a bit left at the bottom.

The shaman took small, red clay flacon, and poured the contents of the pot into it with a sure hand. Then, he took a similar flask, this one colored green, from under the rug that covered his withered form, and gave them both to Anitra. "The red one will make you, and all your equipment, shrink when you drink from it. The green one will return you to your original size. It takes no more than a mouthful to create the effect in either case. Now go, and know that the spirits watch over you." Having said this, his chin fell to his chest, and he started snoring lightly. Anitra regarded him for a few seconds, and the shrugged. With a whispered "Thank you", she left the cave with the bottles in hand.

So... Blake said when they were airborne. Now that we've got the potion, it's off to Everspring Forest, right? Anitra nodded mentally. Yes... hopefully, with the help of this potion, I'll be able to get in contact with those fairies... Blake grumbled, sounding worried. I don't entirely like it... there'll be no way for me to help you while you're small. You'll be entirely on your own. She just shrugged. I've been in that situation a few times already, remember? And I've always made it through somehow. Besides, according to Lezard's notes, the fairies are generally quite peaceful and friendly. I shouldn't be in all that much danger.

Blake sighed. I know, I know... but still, what are you going to do when you meet an insect? Anitra grinned, having expected that question. Why, the same thing I always do when I run into a monster... That hung in the air for a while, before Blake's deadpan reply. _Have sex with it, you mean?_Then, they both collapsed in laughter.

The End

Don't touch the remote... next up is Chapter 9 of the DragonRider Chronicles: Forest of Fairies!