FSE

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This story takes place in the same universe as the DragonRider Chronicles, but involves different characters who don't know or care about Anitra and Blake's quest... indeed, they haven't met them, and they probably never will (unless I change my mind at some point.) It is also a commission, released here courtesy of KC (playing the role of Kaveri Chandal) and Neko Maximus Black (playing the role of Nexis).

I will ask if I can post the authors other work for them here but for now, if your not of proper state age to be viewing porn-graphic and or can't handle the scenes turn back, final warning out of way please enjoy and vote and comment back, and ideas are very much wanted for the next chapter....

Welcome To The Jungle

On the far, western edge of the continent, a lush rainforest spreads its large leaves. From the gargantuan trees, to the tiny flowers on the crawling vines, the jungle teemed with life. And most of it wants to eat you, poison you, or both. All but the hardiest of adventurers steered clear of the place, which was known informally as ‘The Green Hell'. And deep within that jungle, lived a strange people, nearly unknown to scholars due to their isolated habitat. In appearance, they resembled a mixture between lizards, cats, and humans... walking erect on two legs, with long, slender, lizardlike tails, their faces bore many feline characteristics, most noticeably their large ears, which turned easily this way and that, alert for danger and prey. Their skin was leathery, covered in tiny, smooth scales, with varying designs of vibrant green and deep brown providing them with natural camouflage in the shifting shade of the jungle.

Their lives were simple... living in small villages under the cover of the trees, they were hunters and gatherers, living off of the prey they could catch, on the ground or in the treetops, adding spice with fruits, roots and other things from the jungle's larder. They knew little of technology or magic â€" their weaponry was limited to spears and arrows tipped with shards of stone or obsidian, with some occasional creative souls adding multiple shards of stone to the edge of a wooden stick to create a swordlike weapon, primarily handy for those rare inter-tribal conflicts. However, as they possessed both the grace of a cat, and the reflexes of a snake, these simple weapons were quite deadly in their hands. Quite a few powerful groups of adventurers had fallen prey to their hunting-parties, unprepared for an assault by something smart enough to use ambush tactics and group coordination.

They called themselves ‘Tavier', which meant ‘people' in their tongue. They called all other races ‘meat'. To them, the world outside their sheltered jungle homes were a dangerous and foreign place â€" and those outsiders who ventured too close to those homes were a dangerous corruption that had to be removed. However, in one of the villages, there was one Tavier who thought differently... on quite a few subjects, actually.

When she was born, the tribe Shaman had given her the name ‘Nexis', which meant ‘white'... it wasn't a word that saw a lot of use, otherwise, in a world of green and brown. It fitted her, however, for she was born an albino (not that these simple people were familiar with that concept), her scales a pearly white, with patches of gray and tan-brown where there should have been green, brown and black. Her eyes, a deep red, where her people knew only yellow. The shaman, recognizing the significance of her strange appearance, declared that she was destined for ‘great glory, or great shame'. By the time she'd learned how to speak, most were fairly certain which it was.

Constantly, she questioned their ancient ways, and defied edicts that had stood unquestioned for countless generations. She caused the elders no end of headaches, but somewhat surprisingly, she became quite popular with the other youths â€" alongside her strange ideas, she had an outgoing, fun-loving personality that drew people in... and once she hit puberty, she soon became even MORE popular. Adding to that was her most unusual aptitude at combat and hunting... her white color should have been a crippling handicap, but beyond merely compensating for it by working harder, she excelled. She could outrun everyone in the village, whether in the treetops, on the ground, or aback the larger, nimble reptiles that the Tavier raised as steeds and beasts of burden. Her aim with throwing-spears and arrows were unerring, and before long, she could best any member of the tribe in stick-combat.

With those skills, she could have become their greatest warrior, perhaps even the next Chief... but instead, she was running around, talking about what lay outside the jungle, arguing that they should try to make contact with the travelers who occasionally entered their territory, to learn of their ways and their tribes. It was sheer insanity, and worse, she was starting to win some of the other youths over to her side, polluting their impressionable young minds with her craziness... she was fast going from being merely an embarrassment, to being a threat to their tried-and-true way of life!

The clincher came when she participated in a strike against a group of intruders â€" after much protest, of course. Her conduct in combat was exemplary, and she easily killed two of the intruders without getting a single scratch herself. However, after the battle, she took up the weapon of one of the fallen â€" a strange, shining stick, of a type often wielded by such intruders. Such weapons were tainted with the outside, and were always left for the jungle to devour. This one, however, had lit up like a cooking-fire when the intruder wielded it, and she argued that this power would make it much easier and less time-consuming to build fires for cooking and for light in the long jungle nights. She refused to give up the weapon, despite the orders of the chief.

Faced with this, the chief felt that he had no choice, and so he declared her an Outcast, ordering her to leave the village forever. Hearing this command, her eyes narrowed dangerously, and she replied that she'd go peacefully, so long as she was allowed to bring her chosen steed, and all her hunting-equipment. Generally, an Outcast was not allowed to keep more than the clothes on her back, but upon seeing her expression, the chief suddenly realized that â€" considering her well-proven willingness to spurn the ancient rules of their people â€" she might not go willingly. And with her skills, forcing her to leave â€" or killing her â€" could be both dangerous and expensive. And so, in what he hoped was a magnanimous gesture, he agreed.

And so, the following morning, she donned her scouting-armor â€" a simple suit of tanned leather, accentuated with bits of bone here and there, designed to cover the areas most likely to get hit by stray branches while traversing the jungle, as well as providing an anchoring-point for various small supplies, without obstructing her movement. Picking up her bow and a quiver of arrows, her obsidian-tipped spear, and the flaming sword that had been the final catalyst of her banishment, she went to the fenced-in area where the riding-lizards were kept, and called over her steed, Siven. To his saddle, she attached the weapons â€" except the sword, which she decided to keep on her back. Her and Siven had been partners since she first learned to ride â€" he was a large-headed and heavily-muscled lizard with powerful jaws, of a race mostly used to guard the village. Scouts and hunters generally preferred the slighter, more nimble lizards, but her partnership with Siven had proven quite lethal nonetheless, and under her tutelage, had had become able to keep up with the swiftest of the tribe's lizards.

And so, sitting on Siven's back, with her weapons and a few simple supplies, she left the village she had been born in, setting her blood-red eyes towards the world outside the jungle, and whatever adventures she might find there.

Meanwhile, far, far from the jungle... on an island off of the southeastern coast of the continent, nestled comfortably in the temperate band, lies the city of Flenceburg. A fairly small village which had grown into a huge, bustling city â€" one of the richest and most influential in the world â€" practically overnight, when it was discovered to exist directly on top of a major ley-line confluence. Taking advantage of this nexus of magical force, an Academy of Sorcery was built there, which â€" in the decades since its inception â€" had educated some of the finest minds in the magical business. (And some of the darkest minds in the business of black magic and necromancy, but they usually didn't mention that to potential students.)

The students came from every layer of society â€" from the children of beggars, brought in on a sponsored scholarship when they were discovered to have a great talent for magic, to the children of wealthy merchants and nobles, brought in on their parents' coin in the hopes of turning into powerful mages that could make their parents proud (and even richer). The last category had somewhat more mixed success in their studies than the first, but at least they had a lot of fun teasing the first group in the cafeteria, at least for the first couple of years. And a significantly higher risk of ‘accidentally' getting turned into a toad around year 3 or 4.

However, the people WE'RE interested in belongs to neither group... for in the school's alchemy-laboratory, we find two girls in their third year, who share the distinction of being so moderately middle-class it's almost interesting. They are Kaveri Chanda (KC to her friends), whose grades are as middle-class as her origins, and her lab-partner Fayte, who enjoys saying her own name in a mysterious-sounding voice rather too much. They had been paired by the alchemy-teacher for an exercise, much to both their annoyance, but the teacher was uninterested in their complaints, and so there they were, both working the cauldron for a project that would amount to 1/3 their grade.

Now, it should be noted at this juncture that Kaveri wasn't stupid â€" indeed, she was a good deal more than mediocre of intellect. Her mediocre work, and consequently mediocre grades, stemmed mainly from an equally mediocre interest in her work. Magic held no enchantment for her â€" indeed, she had always wanted to be an artist, a field in which she was exceedingly talented... however, her mother had wanted her to get a ‘practical' job, and offered to pay for magic-school. And since she couldn't afford to pay her own way to art-school, she'd grudgingly taken the offer â€" and thus, here she was, wearing a robe, and trying to remember whether she was supposed to stir the cauldron 7 times clockwise and 3 times counterclockwise, or the other way around.

Fayte, on the other hand, had always been quite certain that she was DESTINED to be the greatest sorceress EVER, and she'd pestered her parents until they agreed to pay for her schooling in the field. She threw herself into every exercise with gusto, but her results were somewhat marred by a plague of bad luck that had followed her since childhood. Convinced as she was of her own manifest destiny, however, she always found some other convenient scapegoat to blame her bad luck on, and Kaveri's half-hearted work was a frequent target.

The alchemical concoction they were currently working on was fairly obscure â€" a Potion of Elasticity. A draught of sharply limited utility, as KC had been quick to point out when they'd received their assignment, but the alchemy-teacher wasn't interested in her commentary, either. "An alchemist needs to be able to do more than just make Potions of Healing and Potions of Mana â€" now stop complaining and get to work!" With a resigned sigh, she had done as commanded...

"Fayte, check the recipe â€" how many stirs in which direction is it?" She asked, looking intently at the bubbling mix in the cauldron, trying to decide whether it looked right. "You're wasting your time..." Fayte complained "You put in too much rubber-tree juice. We should just throw this out and start over." "Just look in the book!" Minor arguments like that had been occurring at a rate of roughly one every 5 minutes since they started the group-project, and they were both getting tired of it. Tired people make mistakes, and by then, they'd already made SEVERAL mistakes where the mixture was concerned... if they'd turned it over to the professor, they'd both have received a resounding C-. Possibly a D, if it had exploded in his face, which the by-now quite unstable content of the cauldron would have been quite prone to. However, as it happens sometimes, several mistakes committed by several different people in several different areas of the building were quickly coming together into a single disaster...

Outside a nearby dorm, another student is showing off his new Familiar â€" a fox. Only a decade ago, magically-bound ‘familiars' were practically a mandatory accessory for any self-respecting wizard or sorceress, but the practice had been rapidly declining into ‘oldfashionedness'. This young student, however, was hoping to revitalize the practice by using an unusual animal instead of the classic cat-bat-lizard-toad-owl selection, and he felt that the ‘clever fox' fitted his personality nicely. However, the binding-magic that had been put on the fox was imperfect, since it hadn't been designed with foxes in mind, and a strong enough instinctive urge could potentially override it.

Not far from there, in the academy's kitchen, one of the cook's helpers was carrying in a cage of live rabbits â€" tonight's menu was rabbit stew. Another helper was washing tomatoes for the salad, when one of the wet vegetables slipped between his fingers, falling on the floor â€" where the other helper, his view impeded by the large cage, stepped on it, causing him to slip. Hitting the cobblestone floor, the cage split open, and a dozen rabbits bolted out, perhaps sensing their last bid for freedom before winding up as stew. The kitchen-door was still open, since the helper had been unable to close it while carrying the cage, and the quick-footed rabbits were swiftly up the stairs and out in the lush park-area that surrounded the academy's buildings. The skittish critters scattered in all directions, and one of them raced right past a group of youngsters standing outside one of the dorms...

As the fox-familiar saw its habitual prey dash by, the instinctive urge to chase it snapped the chains on its mind, and it quickly leaped from the boy's arms to hit the ground running. The rabbit, of course, noticed the fox, and obeyed its own instinct â€" to escape as quickly as possibly, preferably into a thick bramble. The academy ground, however, were depressingly bramble-free, and so, when the rabbit saw a dark bolt-hole, it leaped at the opportunity. Said bolt-hole was a basement-door to the main academy-building, which some careless student had left ajar. The basement-floor of the academy, it is worth to add, contained several laboratories and archives, including the main Alchemy Laboratory.

Even in a building dedicated to the study of magic, a fox chasing a rabbit through the halls was an unusual sight, and so, when the Alchemy Professor saw it, he stopped in his tracks. At that moment, he was in the middle of opening the door to the laboratory, to see how Kaveri and Fayte were doing with their project, and to the panicking rabbit, he was a blockade on its path... with another inviting hole to fell into right next to him. The rabbit bolted into the room, with the fox in sharp pursuit. Nobody knew exactly what happened after that... just that there was an explosion in the alchemy-lab, and that when the professor finally entered, he found one shredded cauldron, no fox or rabbit... and two students who looked rather differently from before.

The school doctor â€" a specialist in magical maladies â€" studied them quite carefully, and soon determined that they were perfectly healthy, surprisingly uninjured by the explosion, and slightly more elastic than before. They also had fur. And tails. Kaveri had taken on the aspects of a fox, with reddish fur, paw-like hands, and a long, bushy tail tipped with white. Her face had morphed partially into a muzzle, complete with a cold, wet nose. (Which the doctor had carefully restrained himself from touching in order to ascertain her health.) Her hands and feet had changed partially into paws, her feet being particularly affected â€" her fingers retained their length and flexibility, but she wouldn't be getting into any of her shoes again.

Fayte, meanwhile, had become decidedly rabbit-like. Her face was less affected than Kaveri's, since there was no muzzle, but she'd still gotten an adorable, little pink nose. A pair of tall, fuzzy ears rose from the top of her skull, and a round, bushy tail grew from the base of her spine. Like Kaveri, she'd retained the use of her fingers, but her feet had been even more heavily affected, not only becoming paw-like, but also growing significantly larger, to match the proportions of a rabbit. She had also been continuously accusing Kaveri of being to blame for ‘everything' since the moment they were brought into his office, but the doctor rather doubted that that was an effect of the transformation.

Fortunately, the noise had ended rather suddenly when Kaveri, finally sufficiently fed-up with the complaints to be distracted from her own plight, leaped up and grabbed Fayte by the throat. With a growl that showed off her brand-new collection of extremely pointy teeth, she told Fayte in no uncertain terms what would happen to her if she didn't SHUT UP right now. Fayte shut up. The doctor noted in his documents: Kaveri is displaying a rapid adjustment to the dietary preferences of a fox. Should probably be kept separated from Fayte until a cure can be found.

A few days later, Kaveri and Fayte had been examined by both the doctor, the alchemy-professor, and several specialists in the field of magical transformation. None of them could come up with a clear answer as for how to reverse the transformation. "These kinds of things are quite hard to deal with..." one of the experts commented. "Accidental transformations like this are a direct product of the inherent chaos of magic, and as such, utterly unpredictable. There are a few methods that would probably turn them human again, but since we don't know the particulars of the transformation, those same methods might just as well kill them."

One master alchemist, who had traveled to the Academy solely to take a look at the ‘interesting case', finally mentioned a solution. "During one of my experiments, I came across a most interesting plant... its juices can restore the original form of anyone who has been polymorphed, regardless of the cause. It would almost certainly resolve this situation." When queried further about the plant, however, the outlook quickly darkened. "It's quite rare â€" only grows in the western jungle. I acquired a sample for my research, at significant expense â€" only the stoutest adventurers are willing to venture in there, and even then, only with a significant reward in promise. And since most forms of polymorphing has significantly easier cures, few have any interest in it..."

It didn't take a lot of checking to find that the Academy was unwilling to finance an expedition to retrieve such a flower, especially since the condition of the girls were neither life-threatening, nor even a serious handicap. Neither did the girls' family have the funds for such an endeavor. The school counselor, however, was quite happy to offer them some sessions to help adjust them to their new lives.

"No way am I living the rest of my life like this..." Kaveri told her room-mate. "I hear ya, KC... but what'cha gonna do? The school won't pay, your mom CAN'T pay... and it's not like you can just go over there and pick a flower yourself." The roommate replied, leaning back in her bed. Kaveri gave her a surprised stare, and then shouted, "That's IT! That's EXACTLY what I'm gonna do. Guess you got a good idea for once, Lily." Lily gave her a shocked look. "You're not serious... you heard what that visiting professor said. The place where it grows is literally a jungle. I hear some call it ‘The Green Hell'."

"About the only thing I get good grades in is Applied Magics... I might as well apply them towards finding a cure. I'm sure a fully-armored squad of adventurers attract all kinds of monsters if they go trampling into a jungle like that, but with a few stealth-spells and such, I should be able to sneak in there without a problem." Kaveri was getting fired up now. "There's a few people on campus that owes me favors... I should be able to get everything I need from them. Jahn made a Medallion of Tongues for his final project in Artificing last year, I can probably get that off of him so I don't have to worry about linguistic barriers with the locals. Panina always gets good grades in Alchemy, so she can probably set me up with a few Potions of Flight... and Gatta in the kitchen can get me some food and drink for basic supplies."

While talking, she was quickly rooting through her drawers for anything she might need for a jungle expedition. She was far too busy to notice a pair of long, fuzzy ears sticking out of a bush not far from her window. Eavesdropping was an old hobby of Fayte's, and she was quickly learning that her new ears made it both easier â€" since her hearing had improved considerably â€" and harder, since they stuck out (and up) quite a bit. "So, Kaveri thinks she can just run out and get the cure, while leaving me as a freak..." she whispered to herself "Well, two can play that game... I'll beat her to that flower and become myself again â€" while she can just get used to cleaning fur out of the shower drain every day."

Within the next couple of days, Kaveri called in favors from several friends on campus, and got everything she needed for her trip. And following right behind her to each person was Fayte, threatening those same people with reporting in their breaches of academy rules if they didn't provide her with the same help... her eavesdropping had provided her with plentiful ammunition for such threats. Jahn was the hardest, and she eventually had to up the stakes by threatening to tell the faculty AND his parents, that she'd caught him peeking at her in the shower (which she hadn't)... faced with having people think he was some kind of freak who got off on furry girls, Jahn caved, and stayed up the next two nights to craft a Ring of Tongues for Fayte.

And so, when Kaveri downed a Potion of Flight and took off from campus, with a 12-hour flight halfway across the world to the Green Hell in front of her, Fayte was right behind her, confident that her own mastery of magic was more than a match for anything that jungle could throw at her.

And so, three very different people, none of them quite human, are on course to collide in the jungle... should prove entertaining. For us, anyway.

Kaveri arrived at the outskirts of the jungle after 14 hours of traveling. Most of that had been spent in flight, but she'd stopped occasionally to eat. She'd never traveled that far before, and though the magical flight required no real exertion from her, she nonetheless found herself to be exhausted by the end of it. In front of her, the jungle rose, step by step, out of the savannah, the underbrush gradually growing thicker, the trees getting more numerous and closer together. Much further, and the close-standing trees and thick crowns made flight out of the question, and so she decided â€" this would be a good place to make camp, and rest for a spell. Spreading her travel-carpet on the ground, she cast a double-layered Ward around her simple campsite â€" one ward to keep animals and small critters outside, and another to sound an alarm and awaken her if something big enough to get through the ward appeared. Hopefully, she could sleep in peace... she really needed it by now.

She fell asleep almost before her head hit the ground... otherwise, she might have noticed Fayte's arrival. The girl had been catching Kaveri's tailwind all of the way, but likewise unaccustomed to long journeys, she was equally exhausted. Noting Kaveri's position, and the magical wards around her, she set down her own furs on the other side of a small hill, keeping her neatly out of sight... but still close enough to link her own wards to Kaveri's, so that she'd be warned when the other girl dissolved her wards in the morning. She didn't want to loose track of her... after all, she had realized a short while after leaving, she had no idea how to find the flower with the antidote in it. She didn't even know what it looked like. Kaveri, no doubt, DID, so she'd simply tail the other girl to the flower, and then snatch it from in front of her face! Since her Ring of Tongues had been crafted by the same person as Kaveri's Medallion of Tongues, she could use it as a focus for a simple locator-spell â€" there was no way she'd loose her!

With that thought in mind, Fayte fell asleep to the sounds of the tropical night, and the two girls slumbered with equal eagerness, each on their own side of a small hill. Several miles from them, inside the depth of the jungle, Nexis also made camp for the night, sleeping in the higher boughs of a tree, knowing that if any predator tried to sneak up on her, the vibrations of the branches would alert her long before they reached her. Below her, on the ground, Siven slept, safe in the knowledge that he was too big and fierce to be considered prey by most of the jungle's inhabitants â€" and too stringy and unpalatable to be worth the effort for the rest. They'd made good time that day, and were already far from the hunting-grounds of the tribe, deep into unexplored and mostly-unknown territory. Nexis slept fitfully, excited by the thoughts of what she might discover tomorrow...

It was nearly noon the following day when Kaveri finally gave in and shed most of her clothes. The multi-layered robe had served her well when she flew threw the chilling, high-altitude air on her way down here, but in the oppressive, tropical heat, it was starting to feel like wearing a portable oven. Her newfound, built-in furcoat wasn't helping matters either. After a quick glance around â€" silly, since there probably wasn't another sentient being for miles around, but it made her feel better â€" she removed all of the internal layers of her robe, including her sweat-soaked underwear, and stuffed it into her Backpack of Holding. She kept her outer robe on â€" the sigils of protection sewed into the edges gave it a defensive value equal to a good suit of chainmail, and she might need that, after all. It also satisfied the demands of her modesty (just barely), which she felt a strong need to maintain even in this godforsaken place. She'd always been quite shy about her body, considering the voluminous mage-robes to be one of the few perks of her enforced profession.

Half a mile behind her, Fayte had already gone through the same process of shedding unnecessary clothing. Like Kaveri, her robes were enhanced with sigils of protection... unlike Kaveri, her robe was of the newest fashion, with a chic cut and a somewhat shorter hem than was, strictly speaking, allowed under academy rules. Combined with the fact that her fur was a bit shorter than Kaveri's, she felt confident that she was suffering less from the heat than her hated rival.

Nexis caught a whiff of something strange in the air... below her, Siven growled quietly, indicating that he'd smelled it too. The verdant jungle was, of course, a chaos of scents, strong and weak alike, but this one â€" though remote â€" stood out from the rest. It was completely unlike anything she'd ever smelled before. Something living, clearly. An animal of some sort. But very different from any of the animals and monsters that populated the jungle... she knew all of them by scent. However... it was similar to the smell of those pale strangers with fur on their heads, who sometimes intruded on their territory, wearing shining, hard garments... not quite the same, but close. She'd noticed when she participated in her first strike against them, that there were different sorts. Some short and wide, with fur on their faces as well... some tall and slender, with pointy ears... maybe this was another variant? It smelled more like an animal than any of the variants she'd encountered... either way, it was worth investigating â€" a chance to make contact with the outsiders before she even left the jungle! Gripped by excitement, she spurred Siven towards the source of the scent...

It was past noon, by Kaveri's reckoning, but the heat was still as oppressive as ever. Removing her undergarments had helped, but nonetheless, her fur had become matted with sweat, and she was panting in the heat. Which, strangely enough, helped. She was slowly starting to discover just how much she'd changed during the accident â€" the panting was far from the only thing new. Her sense of hearing and smell was much sharper, and she found herself walking through the jungle with an instinctive ease, stepping around dry branches to avoid making noise, while staying alert for smells or sounds that could indicate a nearby predator. So far, this approach had worked, and she hadn't encountered any major threats â€" she was grateful for that, but it still weirded her out that she was being guided by instincts she hadn't possessed last week.

Exhausted from the long walk and the heat, she sat down with her back against a large tree â€" after, of course, checking the tree and the ground for potentially poisonous bugs and/or snakes. Pulling a book from her backpack, she decided to review her knowledge of the flower she was looking for while she rested. The book, which she'd snuck out of the academy library, dealt with tropical flora of various kinds, and included an entry on the flower she sought â€" describing both the plant's appearance, and the areas it was known to grow in. The information was somewhat sketchy, but it was all she had. It had been given the name of ‘Monoco's Orchid', not that that was in any way helpful, since it probably wouldn't come to her if she called for it...the sketch and description, however, was fairly good, and she felt reasonably certain that she'd recognize it on sight. However, if the description of its habitats were accurate, she'd have to go a lot deeper into the jungle before she'd be likely to find it.

Putting the book back into her pack, she pulled out another one (from the same source)... this one was basically an adventurer's textbook, describing the threats one might encounter in this area. Its sheer size was worrying, but she figured that a well-placed invisibility-spell would allow her to sneak past most of the monsters mentioned therein, should she be unfortunate enough to encounter them. The vast majority of the threats were, after all, merely dumb animals (or, in some cases, dumb plants)... large and ferocious creatures, but easily outsmarted. She quickly leafed through the book to the most worrisome entry: One dealing with sporadic reports about an otherwise-unknown species of demihumans, supposedly living deep inside the jungle. A few beleaguered adventurers had emerged from the Green Hell with stories of their entire party being annihilated by a well-executed ambush from ‘strange lizard-cat-people'. Apparently, they were intelligent enough for rudimentary toolmaking, and basic combat tactics â€" worse, they apparently weren't fooled by invisibility. One surviving rogue had mentioned seeing the group's wizard conceal himself thus, to make a run for it â€" only for the creatures to hunt him down regardless and run him through. Those who had survived had done so mostly by outrunning the creatures long enough for them to give up the chase.

There hadn't been too many reports of these creatures, however, so Kaveri figured they were probably quite rare â€" it would take some spectacularly bad luck to run into one of those things. Nonetheless, she carefully studied the book's information on them... the information was sporadic, but better than nothing. They apparently moved through the treetops as easily as across the ground, and used large, two-legged lizards for riding-animals... wielded weapons mostly made from stone or obsidian... and there was one strange note about them: All survivors had reported that their assailants had been uniformly female. There were a variety of theories about this, with parallels to the Amazon tribes of the southern islands easily drawn, but much as with those, nobody really knew what the deal was.

Suddenly, Kaveri's ears perked up. She'd heard something... at least, she thought so. Nothing identifiable, nothing she could put a finger on, just an instinctive feeling that SOMETHING was close-by. Something fairly big. She could smell it, too, all of a sudden. Large. Meat-eater. Cold-blooded. She wasn't sure how she knew all that just from smell, but she'd gotten this far by trusting her newfound instincts... quickly, she stashed the book back in her backpack, looking around for any sign of the approaching creature. She needed to know what direction it was coming from, before she went invisible and made a run for it â€" otherwise, she might just run straight into it. The jungle around her, however, was a chaos of vibrant color and movement â€" small birds and monkeys, large butterflies and insects, everywhere, in constant flux. Picking a single movement-pattern out of it was harder than she'd realized.

Then, suddenly, she saw something. A flash of white. There were white flowers here and there, but this white was moving. Now that she knew what to look for, she kept catching glimpses of it through the trees. It was definitely approaching her. Very, very quickly. Too quickly. How could something that big be so fast? Panic was overriding her senses. She knew that she should throw an Invisibility-spell and run in another direction, but the necessary concentration wouldn't come. Suddenly, it seemed so stupid... it was coming straight for her, and there was no way it'd hunted her down by sight. It must be following her scent, and it'd still be able to do so if she was invisible. And it was so fast â€" there was no way she could outrun it.

Paralyzed by fear, she was rooted to the ground â€" and when the creature circled nimbly around a large tree and came into full view, she was still standing there. It was a large, two-legged reptile which her mind absently identified as a dwarfed specimen of the Dinosaur genus ‘Tyrannosaurus Rex' (she hadn't realized until that very moment that any of those lessons had stuck at all), and riding on its back was a clearly-female demi-human, with characteristics both lizardlike and feline.

Nexis looked at the creature with amazement. It had thick, red fur, and wore a large, bulky cloth... it also looked quite horrified. Indeed, she could smell the fear on it, thickly... and considering how her people usually treated visitors, it was probably quite justified. Suddenly, she realized that she had no way to communicate with the foreigner â€" they spoke a different tongue from her people, she knew that from her previous encounter with visitors â€" they had been shouting to each other before they were cut down, in unrecognizable words. However, she had to try and make it clear that she wasn't hostile... jumping down from Siven's back, she patted him two times in quick succession, signaling him to stand down, and stepped away from him â€" most of her weapons were still attached to his saddle.

Stretching her hands outwards, she turned her open palms upwards to show that she was unarmed, and calmly said "I am unarmed, I mean you no harm", hoping that her tone of voice would reach the strange being, even if her words could not. To her great surprise, the stranger replied -â€"somewhat haltingly, but still perfectly understandable. "You're... not going to kill me?" Surprised to find the language-barrier missing, she nonetheless wasted no time in adding further reassurance. "No, I won't kill you. I seek knowledge and understanding of the outside world. You are from the outside, yes?" The fur-covered creature nodded. "Yes... I came here to find a specific flower... which can cure me. I mean no harm to the forest, or your people, and I'm really sorry if I've trespassed on your territory." The last part was added rather hurriedly.

Nexis smiled. This sounded promising. "I have no territory for you to trespass upon. I am an outcast of my people â€" who, as you already seem to know, would eagerly kill you for coming anywhere near a village. However, as I have said, I mean no harm â€" I was on my way out of the jungle, when I caught your scent and went to investigate... now, however, it seems to me that we might be able to help each other." She approached the stranger carefully, hoping that it wouldn't be seen as a sign of aggression. She wanted to get a better look... the frightened-looking critter was intriguing indeed, so different from anything else she'd ever known. A symbol of the unknown wonders awaiting her outside the jungle!

"Help... each other?" The stranger seemed uncertain, and Nexis quickly explained. "You seek something in this jungle. This jungle is my home, and I know it quite well â€" whatever it is, I can no doubt help you find it, as well as helping you to avoid the dangers of this place. All I ask in return is that you tell me of your world, so that I may better understand it â€" I long to see the world outside this jungle, but walking into a place I know nothing about is dangerous..."

Kaveri carefully considered the offer... on the surface, it seemed like a ridiculously good deal â€" no doubt, this local would be able to find the flower much faster and easier than she, on her own, could hope to. But could she really trust this creature? Traveling together with her, making camp together â€" she'd be exposing herself. On the other hand, she was fairly certain that the lethal-looking creature could gut her on the spot, if she wanted to... and she wasn't quite certain how she might react to a refusal of that generous offer. So, with a deep breath, she nodded. "Sounds like a good deal."

The strange creature smiled broadly, showing a mouthful of moderately terrifying fangs. "Excellent. I am called Nexis, of the Tavier â€" though, perhaps, no more. And you?" Kaveri smiled nervously. "My name is Kaveri Chanda â€" my friends call me KC. I'm a human... at least, I used to be." Nexis nodded eagerly. "It sounds like we are much alike, Kaysee... I hope you do not mind me calling you that. Your other name sounds difficult to pronounce." In one smooth move, she was next to her Kaveri, pulling her into a rough, one-armed embrace, while gesturing at the surrounding jungle with the other arm. "Please, tell me what you seek, and we'll leave right away â€" we can talk as we travel. This will be great!" Trying not to let her consternation show too much, Kaveri idly wondered if the Tavieri language had a word for ‘Personal space', while reaching into her backpack for the botany-book she'd been perusing earlier.

A ways behind them, Fayte was entirely unaware of the meeting taking place in front of her. In fact, she was too busy paying attention to everything around her to pay attention to her target... her long, lapine ears picked up the multitude of sounds from the surrounding jungle, and she had been instinctively using that to steer around potential predators... however, she had started to become aware of it, and found it rather disturbing to be guided by her mutation. But she couldn't shut off the ears, and the stream of information about the surrounding animals was quickly making her paranoid. She was, however, a decently skilled sorceress, and while taking a brief rest from walking, she had decided to apply her skills towards silencing the loud voices of instinct in her head.

A simple ‘Detect Life' spell, modified for her use... ignoring vegetation, of course, and creatures below a certain size threshold. With it, she'd know â€" with absolute certainty â€" whether there was threats nearby, and she could ignore the pervasive nervousness that the rabbit in her carried. Releasing the spell, she felt an instant awareness of her surroundings... a number of fairly large creatures existed within the range of the spell, but the closest potential threat was a good ways off, dead ahead, right around the point where her scrying-spell informed her that Kaveri would be... was her rival fighting some jungle beastie? Hopefully, the girl would prevail â€" she needed her to guide her to the flowers, after all. Beyond that hotspot, the closest danger was a REALLY large creature, a ways further out to the northeast, moving slowly in her general direction â€" unless she hung around this spot for a significant period of time, she'd never meet it.

Satisfied with her newfound knowledge, Fayte started walking in Kaveri's direction, ignoring the cries of her lapine instincts. If Kaveri HAD come under attack, and maybe been eaten, she could always hope that the creature had left Kaveri's pack untouched â€" maybe she could find some useful notes or whatnot in that.

However, she wouldn't walk many steps before she discovered that her spell had missed something... her eyes missed it too, though her ears did not. Yes, her tall, fuzz-covered ears DID pick it out. A slight sound, indicating movement, where there should be none. But she was ignoring it, and so she practically walked straight into the Malboro's arms. The Malboro had been standing there most of the day, blending into the jungle as only an ambulatory chunk of vegetation can, just waiting for some unwary creature to wander close enough for it to strike. A bit earlier, something had walked by not far from its reach, and it had briefly considered pouncing at it â€" but, it was just exactly far enough away that a swift enough critter would be able to notice the movement and flee in time, and the Malboro didn't want to waste its energy. It wasn't much of a runner either, though considering the fact that it was essentially a plant, the fact that it could move AT ALL was fairly impressive.

And of course, since it was entirely vegetative, Fayte's life-detecting spell had ignored it entirely. And since she was walking just that bit closer to it than Kaveri had done (entirely unaware of how close she had come to her doom), it decided that it was time to procure some dinner. Under Fayte's feet, previously harmless-looking roots suddenly sprang into life, becoming vicious tentacles that ensnared her feet, lifting her from the ground before she even had time to scream. However, when she got her bearings â€" upside down though it may be â€" and saw what was attacking her, she DID scream. Rather shrilly, and for quite a while. The Malboro didn't particularly care, since it didn't have ears. It could sense vibrations through the ground, but she wasn't ON the ground, so all it knew was that her mouth was open.

Either way, her screaming was somewhat understandable. The sight of a fully-grown Malboro had been known to make big, burly adventurers in full armor scream like little girls... partially because it was an extremely dangerous monster, even for an experienced and well-prepared group of adventurers, and partially because it was really, really scary-looking. In its dormant state, it resembled a big ball of twisting vines and roots, with decaying branches in between... but when it came awake, it opened its mouth... an immense, gaping maw, splitting the 4-meters wide ball practically in halves. Countless teeth the size of shortswords lining both edges, and from within it, a breath that stank of rotten meat... that is, when it wasn't deliberately using its most devastating, natural weapon, unleashing a cloud of noxious fumes from within its digestive system. That cloud would be carrying enough different poisons, diseases, and sickening smells to make even the most experienced clerics despair at getting their team back into fighting form in less than a year, much less doing so before the towering, grinning monstrosity ate them.

All the way around the huge mouth, sensory tendrils waved, each topped by a single eye. Their sheer number ensured the creature 360-degree vision, making it near-impossible to effectively blind it, and its ‘feet' â€" rootlike tentacles â€" provided both locomotion, and countless rapid attacks. Right now, the tentacles were easily holding the struggling girl in front of his mouth, while the eyestalks examined her. The Malboro was somewhat stumped as to what, exactly, it had caught... it had tangled with human adventurers before, and gotten a good meal out of it too â€" though, of course, they tended to come with a side-order of surface cuts and burns. But this one... she didn't look QUITE like the humans, dwarves and elves he'd fought before. And she'd been almost too easy to spot. With his eyes open, he found that her coloration stood out tremendously in the green jungle... and she hadn't put up any real fight.

Now, the Malboro wasn't exactly a genius â€" but it was smarter than one might assume. Though vegetative in nature, its foggy intellect was slightly above the level of most animals, and as such, it was able to reach a conclusion most animals wouldn't have made: This strange creature might be poisonous. There were plenty of poisonous animals in the jungle, after all, and while the Malboro was by far the most toxic of them all, it was not entirely immune to the venom of other species. It had happened before, on a couple of occasions, that he had eaten an unknown, colorful-looking creature, only to find it VIOLENTLY disagree with his digestive system. He had no desire to repeat that experience. And yet, he didn't want to waste a catch either...

Momentarily stumped, the Malboro decided that the most expedient course of action was a close examination of his prey. It wouldn't take a lot of energy, and if he could determine it was safe to eat, good... if not, well, he could always let it go and look elsewhere for his lunch. Through the ground, however, he could feel the tremors of an approaching creature â€" something bigger than himself, which he did not wish to tangle with â€" so he had only limited time at his disposal. With a plan now clear in mind, he stretched his eyestalks and lifted his root-tentacles towards his helpless captive, to being his examination... in-depth.

Fayte didn't stop screaming until she ran out of air, her vision darkening momentarily as she nearly passed out. Indeed, the scream took on a rather more shrill tone as she felt the tentacle-roots move across her fur, slimy eyestalks not far behind. And as soon as she'd managed to regain her breath, she opened her mouth to scream again... a scream, however, that she never got a chance to emit, since one of the inquisitive tentacles decided to inspect the opening orifice. The smooth root thrust into her throat with surprising force, nearly choking her on the spot, but leaving just barely enough room that she could continue to breathe through the nose. She bit down, mostly by instinct, but even though her teeth had been strengthened by the transformation, it was not enough to get through the tough, yet smooth bark that covered the Malboro's tentacles. The Malboro, indeed, barely noticed, as it continued to explore the contours of her body with its eyestalks.

It didn't take long for the Malboro to notice that she was wearing a second level of hide over her fur â€" a feature it had noticed in humans before, who often wore hard skin on the outside. This skin, however, wasn't very hard at all, and a few tugs from one of its tentacles caused it to fall apart, drifting to the ground like a fallen leaf. Removing it revealed a couple of new, noticeable features... being a plant, the Malboro had only second-hand experience with mammaries, and most of the creatures it preyed on didn't have breasts as... outstanding as Fayte's. It had devoured human women before, but so far, those had all put up too much of a fight to give it a chance for close inspection. Curious, it encircled the fleshy mounds with a pair of tentacles, squeezing gently. ‘Gently', in this case, being relative to a raw strength that allowed the Malboro to crush armored knights in its grasp, easier than you would crush an empty can.

Fayte had been panicked from fear since the Malboro began to act, with the removal of her clothes adding humiliation to the chaos in her mind. Being half-choked by the tentacle in her mouth â€" which also tasted unpleasantly like dirt â€" and now feeling intense pain in her tender breast, her brain was rapidly loosing its ability to cope. Her flailing limbs struggled futilely against the unrelenting strength of the Malboro, and the root invading her throat effectively blocked her from spellcasting, even if she'd had that concentration to do so. A human will often continue to fight even when faced with certain doom, but she was no longer entirely human, and the rabbit-half of her mind knew what to do when all other options were exhausted: Just lie down and die. At least then you didn't have to die tired.

Falling into a state that was not quite unconsciousness, but not quite conscious either, her limbs relaxed, and she stopped struggling. The Malboro noticed, and recognized the reaction from some of the common animals he fed on. It did little to diminish his confusion. His eyestalks scanned her fur for any source of information, and soon they noticed the indentations in her crotch. Examining her diet might provide important clues about whether the creature was toxic, but considering the general unfamiliarity of the prey's biology, it wasn't really certain which hole lead into the digestive system... ah well, it had eyestalks to spare. A bit of prodding, however, revealed that both of the holes were tightly shut, and while it had plenty of eyestalks, they weren't really that hardy. Trying to force them inside would just squash them. Clearly, it would be necessary to widen those holes a bit first...

Two tentacles were run over the Malboro's large, purple tongue, coating them in the slick mucus that covered it. Now, it might sound strange that a barely-sentient plant-monster would be familiar with the necessity of proper lubrication, but in fact, it was an instinctive response. At times, the Malboro would use the prodigious strength to reach prey that had hidden itself inside hollow trees or fissures in solid stone... adding slick mucus to the tentacles allowed it to drill and squeeze through solid matter much easier. Since it was now intend on opening small holes wider, those same instincts came into play.

The two slime-covered tentacles homed in on Fayte's pink pussy, as well as her tiny tail-hole. In her presently catatonic state, she barely reacted as the tip of the tentacles forced their way inside, but as the rapidly-widening roots entered deeper, grimaces of pain began to flash across her face. She wasn't a virgin â€" back at the school, she'd slept with several boys, when she felt it would help to improve her social standing â€" in other words, the ‘popular' guys. However, being mostly teens, none of them were particularly well-hung, and she'd never even thought of trying anal sex, even though one of her ‘partners' had suggested it. And now, both of her orifices were being invaded by tentacles that were, at their widest point, as broad as her upper arms.

Mercifully, the tentacles tapered quite slowly, and the slimy cover was an excellent lubricant. Less mercifully, the same slime was also fairly acidic, creating a burning sensation that was quickly growing stronger as it was pushed further into her sensitive insides. Soon, her grimaces were accompanied by mewls of pain, muted by the tentacle still buried deep in her throat, and futile tugs at the roots that were holding her. Ignored, of course, by the Malboro, who continued to push its tentacles down into her with terrible force. Being gradually stretched to their limits, her sphincter and vaginal muscles resisted, but against the Malboro's strength, that too was hopeless. With such force behind it, her legs would come off before it would be stopped.

That is not to say that the Malboro didn't notice that it was getting harder, mind. In fact, it both noticed, and reacted â€" by starting to turn its tentacles back and forth rapidly, creating a drill-effect that further reduced her body's ability to keep the tentacles out. By now, both tentacles were 6 inches inside her, with the outer edge of the holes stretched more than 2 inches wide. The tentacle in her pussy had found slightly less resistance, and had thus also reached deeper, but as it got closer and closer to the mouth of her womb, that advantage was rapidly eliminated.

Ten seconds of painful drilling later, the tentacle in her pussy reached the mouth of her womb and, undaunted, pushed its tip inside. A groan of agony, mixed with a strange feeling of pleasure at the sensation inside her, vibrated its way up Fayte's stuffed throat... and second later, the other tentacle his the first sharp ‘bend' of her gastrointestinal system, an angle of more than 90 degrees which nothing stiff would be able to get past. The subtle tentacle, however, wasn't stiff, and wormed its way through the bend, stretching areas that no man could have reached. The outside of her pussy was now stretched nearly 3 inches wide, while her previously-untouched asshole had reached, and passed, the three-inch mark already. The flesh around it was stretched to the breaking-point, and would soon begin to tear under the intense pressure. The pain was indescribable, and had by now thrown Fayte back into the semi-conscious state that the initial penetration had briefly awoken her from.

However, just as Fayte's body was about to give out, the Malboro remembered why it was drilling its tentacles into the strange prey it had caught... it was widening the holes for closer inspection! Rapidly, it withdrew its roots, tearing them out with great force â€" leaving, as it had expected, the two holes open, gaping and practically glowing red. Pulling the strange, white creature in closer, it extended its slimy eyestalks, pushing a couple into each hole, and stretching them as far as it could to see what it could find. It didn't take it long to determine which of the holes was the cloaca â€" though it DID make sure to pop one of its eyes into her womb, eliciting another groan from its victim, just to be sure.

The eyestalks he had pushed into her anus easily maneuvered through the stretched, sore intestine, around the bend, where they began to analyze the contents. Though they resembled, and were called, ‘eyestalks', they were actually rather more sophisticated sensory apparatuses, which could detect both various wavelengths of light â€" from infrared, through visible, and well into the ultraviolet â€" as well as picking up trace particles from the air, effectively acting as noses. This advanced sensory apparatus was now lodged deeply inside Fayte's ass, trying to decide if there was anything in her diet to suggest a toxic nature.

It found something, all right. Meat. The tentacle that had entered her mouth suggested the teeth of a herbivore, and her generally defenseless demeanor didn't suggest a predator... however, the state of the meat-traces made it clear that they weren't from carrion. If such a weak and helpless-seeming creature was capable of hunting prey for meat, it had to have some sort of defense-mechanism, such as poison. At least, that's what the Malboro's dim logic told it. It wasn't really conclusive, but his vibration-sensitivity told him that a large creature was getting dangerously close, so he didn't have the time for a closer inspection. Unwilling to risk its health for a relatively small meal, the Malboro regretfully withdrew his eyestalks, and dropped the catatonic bunny-girl on the forest floor, before setting its tentacles in motion and disappearing into the jungle with surprising speed. It was moving south, out of the path of the large creature it had detected. Fayte, meanwhile, was in no condition to run. Or move at all. Or even think. In fact, she was barely in any condition to breathe.

She was still lying where the Malboro had left her, eyes staring unseeingly at the leaf-cover above her, when the Cyclops crashed through the trees, noticing her with its one, large eye, and skidding to a sudden stop. The one-eyed giant towered over her, nearly 10 feet tall, and covered in a leathery hide reminiscent of a crocodile. Atop his head, a single horn stood proudly, and between his legs, another one-eyed giant dangled freely. The Cyclops was marginally smarter than the vegetative Malboro, possessing an intellect best described as ‘demihuman'... nearly on par with orcs and ogres, but not quite. As such, he was rather confused by finding a naked, unmoving, human-but-not-quite girl lying in the middle of the forest.

The Cyclops hadn't actually been hunting... rather, he had been raging through the forest, looking for something to crush. It was the times of Heat, and he had lost in the competition for the female's fancy â€" she had gone off with another male who had a bigger horn than him. Rushing through his territory, he had simply hoped to find something he could beat up to alleviate his frustration, but as his eye slowly took in the naked creature in front of him, an alternate way to work off his frustration dawned on him. Though most people would classify the Cyclops as being definitely ‘inhuman' â€" with a mouthful of sharply-pointed teeth, and large, dirty claws topping their fingers and toes, in addition to the more obvious monstrous traits â€" the general lack of high-level social interaction (such as racism) amongst the Cyclops meant that they viewed humans as ‘short, soft-skinned, hornless, two-eyed cyclops'. In fact, some Cyclops refused to hunt humans for food, because they thought they were too alike. Most of them didn't sweat the details, though.

For those who might wonder, THIS Cyclops was one of those who wouldn't eat humans. Otherwise, he would probably just have scooped Fayte up as a quick snack before going on his way. But because he saw her as something quite similar to one of his own, he now also had the dawning realization that she was clearly female... a female he could have without needing to fight with other males over her. The thought made his dick harden, causing the large shaft to rise towards the sky... it wasn't quite in proportion to his body, by human standards. Actually, if he had been human-sized, it would have been viewed as quite puny. But since he WAS 10 feet tall, only a rather well-hung stallion would have been able to snort at his size. All said, it was only a handspan short of being two feet long, and a bit more than five inches across the crown. The shape was basically identical to a human's, but while the head was as soft and sensitive as any man's when exposed, the Cyclop's rough alligator-hide extended to his dick as well.

It only made sense, after all â€" the thick, leathery hide, studded with bumps and ridges, was a defensive trait. And since Cyclops don't wear pants, it was necessary to leave the dick covered as well, lest he'd be left with a rather visible weak-spot. The female Cyclops, of course, were toughened enough in their own nether regions that it didn't bother them â€" in fact, they usually found the bumps and ridges quite stimulating. Fayte... probably wouldn't.

The Cyclops gently picked her up, his huge hands easily enfolding her entire body. Up close, his nose confirmed what his sharp eye had already told him â€" she was definitely alive, and had probably been attacked by something, but was entirely unresponsive at the moment. Which suited him just fine â€" humans usually shouted very annoyingly when they saw him, and often they attacked him too... very annoying, since he usually had to kill them then, and it felt like such a waste to kill something he didn't want to eat.

He held Fayte carefully, being quite aware of how delicate humans were, as he lifted her over his fully-erect cock. Then, his critical eye caught the fact that there wasn't much lubrication in appearance. Female Cyclops usually dripped with juices, to help further ease the entry of the rough shaft, but apparently, humans didn't. With a shrug, he lifted her up to his face, and let his long, pointy tongue whip out, licking the entire area between Fayte's legs. Pulling it back, he grimaced slightly at the acidic taste, but nonetheless, he dutifully coated his tongue in thick drool before whipping it out for another lick. A short tongue-lashing later, the drool was running down Fayte's inner thighs in thick rivulets, and her raw holes were hurting even more than before, thanks to the coarse texture of the Cyclops' tongue.

Satisfied that the lubrication would now be adequate, he once again placed her on top of his painfully-erect cockhead, her legs dangling limply on either side of it, and started pressing her downwards a little bit, pulling her back and forth to help his cockhead find its way into the awaiting pussy. Considering that the Malboro had recently stretched her ass somewhat wider than her pussy, it is perhaps no major surprise that he found that hole instead. The mushroom-shaped cockhead, aided by the plentiful lubrication, pushed its way into the still-gaping hole... as the lower ridge of it reached the sphincter, however, it found some difficulty. The tender hole had been stretched to the absolute limit when the Malboro's tentacle measured maybe 3½ inches, and the cockhead was more than 5 at the widest point. However, it was also the softest part of the Cyclops' body, and under the intense pressure, it was actually compacted somewhat, pushed together as the hard flesh was forced inwards instead. The Cyclops found the sensation oddly pleasant, and pushed her down harder.

With an audible ‘plop', the head popped inside... though not without incident. Its malleability had saved Fayte from being torn open entirely, but her flesh still wasn't able to entirely contain it. A small tear had developed along the edge of her anus, opening it slightly wider than would otherwise have been possible. As such, the ridge-covered shaft that followed â€" barely more than 3½ inches across for the most part â€" entered with surprising ease. The bumps and ridges played across the tautly-stretched O-ring of her sphincter, as well as the raw flesh of the tear. The 5-odd inches wide head continued to force its way deeper into her intestines, spreading them to unseen widths as the Cyclops' prodigious strength easily outmatched her already-exhausted internal musculature. Needless to say, the pain was blinding. (Though mostly because ‘indescribable' had already been used.)

The agony of having her nether regions torn open, briefly pulled her back to consciousness, where she emitted a long, drawn-out sound that was half groan and half scream. Then she saw the Cyclops' face above her, briefly gazed down to see the huge, ridge-covered shaft arching between his groin and hers, and promptly fell back into unconsciousness. Unlike the Malboro, however, the Cyclops had decent hearing (though it lacked ears, instead having simple ear-holes), and the pained noise made him look down at her for a closer inspection. Suddenly, his eye focused on the drool-covered opening of her pussy, deformed though it was by the huge intruder in her ass.

Cyclops didn't know of anal sex, as such, but it did happen that an overly-eager male hit the wrong hole by accident. Since that hole didn't self-lubricate, and did not possess the toughened hide of the vagina, the female would generally protest violently against it â€" usually with her claws. Worse, the unfortunate male would be much less likely to get picked during the next year's mating-games... as such, it was less out of concern for his ‘mate', and more out of a cultural aversion against anal sex, that the Cyclops reacted by immediately pulling out. The sudden, powerful movement of the ridge-covered shaft, followed by the over-wide head, nearly prolapsed Fayte's asshole, and tore several rends in the internal fabric. When she was once again hanging limply over his extended cock, it had several red stains, and blood mixed with drool dripped freely from the torn-open hole.

As a predator, the sight of blood did not particularly affect the Cyclops, but he still carefully guided his still-hard cock towards the ‘right' hole this time... her pussy, previously stretched open by the Malboro, had effectively been squeezed back together by the intrusion in her ass, but he could still easily tell where it was. His huge cockhead slid across the slicked flesh, towards the still-gaping asshole, a few times â€" but now that he knew what to look out for, he wasn't about to fail again. And sure enough, after a few tries, the still-lax folds of her outer labia parted around his head â€" the foothold he needed. Exercising his huge strength, he now pushed her down over his cock, spreading her pussy open. Engineered by nature's hand to pass a baby's head, and further fortified by the mishap with the Potion of Elasticity, it handled his girth with somewhat more competency than her ass had.

The head entered, without tearing, and the shaft followed, ridges and bumps teasing the taut skin. Following the sea of utter agony that had drowned her when he had taken her ass, it was almost pleasant by comparison. The friction ensured that, as the shaft gradually entered her, her sensitive clit was pulled downwards, touching the surface of the cyclopean cock. The ridges hit the tiny nub of nerves with enough force to send lightning-bolts of mixed pain and pleasure through her half-broken mind.

The Cyclops had barely gotten half of his shaft inside, when his cockhead bounced off of her womb. In the sea of sensation that had enveloped her, the blow barely registered. The Cyclops, however, noticed, and was somewhat disappointed. Still, he could definitely feel her tightness around his sensitive head, and even â€" vaguely â€" through the stick skin covering his shaft. And so, deciding to be satisfied with what he had, he started fucking her in earnest. Holding her in place with his huge hands, he flexed his hips, pulling back until her labia bulged out around the bottom ridge of his cockhead, and then driving it inwards with enough force to shatter rocks.

The power of the thrust shook her entire body, making several of her bones creak, while the tip of the impact hit her womb with enough force to halfway collapse it, driving it deeper into her body â€" stretching her ovaries in the process â€" and lengthening her birth-canal. Had it not been for the elasticity granted her by the magical accident, it would have torn her apart entirely. The Cyclops, blissfully unaware that human women didn't possess the same internal toughness as Cyclops did, pulled out for another thrust...

The rough skin of the shaft set her insides on fire â€" even with the plentiful lubrication, the many ridges and bumps ensured that she could feel every oversized inch of it. Each thrust pushed into her intestines, compressing them, and lengthening her birth-canal further. After just five thrusts, the Cyclops was able to fit half of his two-foot trouser-titan (sans trousers) inside her. After ten thrusts, her womb was entirely crushed, and another 3 inches was added to the depth. It would have been unimaginably painful, had her nerves been able to accurately transmit the damage that was being done. Since the nerves weren't really set up to handle the kind of stretching that was now going on, however, it just felt numb. The Cyclops, meanwhile, was delighted â€" best fuck he'd ever had, even if he couldn't attain full penetration.

Cyclops are very fit creatures. They have to be. Endurance is a badge of pride amongst them, and since they rarely have to worry about predators intruding on their mating, the length of the mating-session had evolved into an important indicator for suitability. The longer the male could keep going before ejaculating, the more fit he was, and the better his genetic material. The females, as such, would release more eggs the longer she was stimulated, leading to bigger litters. As such, it was not unusual for a pair of cyclops to mate for 8 hours or more.

This Cyclops, however, hadn't been picked at the mating-games for a reason â€" and it wasn't just his fairly mediocre horn. He also had a general lack of staying-power. And so, it barely took 4 hours before he came, gushing gallons of thick sperm into the already-cramped conditions of Fayte's pussy. Expanding her insides lightly, it bubbled out around the edges of her no-longer taut labia, falling to the forest-floor in fist-sized drops. Spent, the Cyclops released her, sitting back on his hunches to take a breather... leaving her hanging on his still-hard cock like a trophy on a lance. It wasn't a big deal, really â€" her minute weight wasn't about to push her any further down than his enormous strength had already done. Her knees nearly touched the forest floor. Only about 2 inches of his two-foot cock was still sticking out of her, now coated with his own sperm. Her ovaries had snapped like overly-stretched rubber-bands after the first hour, allowing him to force her crumbled womb further up into her body cavity. Her intestines had been effectively forced out of the way, and her pussy now extended far enough up her body that the bulge of the Cyclops' cockhead was vaguely visible between her tits.

Beyond catatonic, and halfway into comatose, she hung limply on his cock, while it slowly softened up, bending and withdrawing into itself, until it could no longer support her weight. She toppled back like a felled tree, and the semi-erect cock slid out of her, snapping up like a springy tree with its remaining tension, sending a shower of sperm over her unmoving body. The Cyclops, having regained its breath, shakily got to its feet, and grabbed a handful of leaves from a nearby tree, using them to dry himself off. Almost as an afterthought, he dropped the leaves over Fayte's comatose form, partially camouflaging her, mostly on some dim idea that she might want to clean herself off as well. Then, no longer angry, but feeling quite merry and refreshed, he continued through his territory, thinking to himself that he'd have to try that again, next time he found one a female of those two-eyes.

And so, left alone under a pile of semen-soaked leaves, Fayte stared unseeingly at the tree-crowns. The strong scent of the Cyclops â€" among the biggest predators in the jungle â€" kept any other animals from getting too close, as the day turned to night and back to day again... only then did she stir. Human thought had fled, but animal needs remained. She was thirsty. Her pack laid on the ground nearby, where it had fallen when the Malboro attacked her. She dimly recalled having something drinkable in it. Pulling herself out from under the smelly leaves, she dragged herself to the pack, fumbled with the strings for a while before opening it, mostly because her fingers still remembered how to do so, even if she didn't. There were several bottles in it. You could drink from bottles. She knew that. And her fingers still remembered how to open them. The fluid wasn't exactly cold, but it washed smoothly down her sore throat.

The powerful healing-potion washed through her body like a golden avalanche, healing both her shattered mind and her battered body. At least, partially... it was a top-grade healing-potion that she had ‘borrowed' from the school, but even such powerful magic couldn't entirely handle the level of damage she had received. It knitted together the broken bones in her pelvis, and healed the tears in and around her ass, but it wasn't exactly designed for healing mental damage, and so it couldn't entirely clear away the severe mental trauma she had suffered. Nor could it deal with all of the internal damage, though is did close off the ragged ends of her broken ovaries, as well as adjusting her intestines to better handle their new positions.

Still, she was alive, no longer in her mortal danger, and her mind â€" though somewhat foggy and filled with holes, was working again. She was remembering. Yeah, she was following... some girl. To something she needed. She'd slept too long. Wouldn't do to let her get too far ahead. Her robe was damaged, but she knew the spells to repair it, though its magical defenses would remain weakened. Having dressed herself, she hoisted her backpack, and continued into the jungle in the direction that her magic told her Kaveri was in, dimly aware that something bad had happened, but somehow feeling that she'd be better off not thinking too hard about it.

Nexis had recognized the flower in the picture after a bit of thought, informing Kaveri that the village shaman had sometimes used it for treating various maladies. "I know where it grows, yes... though getting to any of those places without straying too close to one of my brethren's villages poses a certain challenge." With that, they had set off, with Nexis leading them on a winding path through the jungle, often making strange and seemingly-arbitrary turns as she led ‘Kaysee' around dangerous areas that she didn't feel confident in escorting the helpless-seeming creature through. It hadn't taken long for Nexis to realize that her new friend was a complete innocent when it came to the dangers of the jungle, things she had grown up with and considered second nature. While she understood the logic behind it â€" that her knowledge of the jungle would not exist in someone who hadn't grown up in the jungle â€" it was nonetheless problematic. She was an experienced warrior, but she wasn't used to protecting others...

In a way, however, she found it endearing. Kaysee's obvious need for her protection made her feel needed, and her equally-obvious gratitude for the assistance didn't hurt either. And of course, she had that aura of exotic foreignness to her, which Nexis found quite fetching... and that puffy tail was just so cute! She had to restrain herself form touching it whenever she saw it... it hadn't escaped her notice that Kaysee was somewhat less-than-comfortable with close physical contact, though she seemed tried to repress her reaction, apparently out of a mistaken belief that such physicality was natural for the Tavier. Nexis somehow kept ‘forgetting' to correct that misunderstanding...

They had been traveling together for a couple of days by now... when Nexis wasn't ranging out in front, scouting for trouble, they usually walked beside one another as Kaveri told Nexis about the world she came from, although she often needed to pause to catch her breath. Nexis had frequently suggested that she could ride on Siven's broad back, but Kaveri â€" who had never even learned how to ride a horse â€" politely declined the offer to ride a ferocious, carnivorous dinosaur. At night, she would tell yet more stories as they rested and ate around the campfire, finding an endlessly eager audience for the slightest detail of city-life in Nexis. As Kaveri slept, Nexis and Siven would trade off on keeping guard, which Nexis did not mind in the least, since it gave her a good opportunity to closely study Kaveri's sleeping face without interruption.

It was on the evening of the third day that Nexis returned from one of her scouting-trips with a grin. "I found a river. Clean water, no dangerous fish... you want a bath too, yes?" Kaveri's eyes widened at the mere thought. Her robe and fur was soaked with four days of sweat, and her sensitive nose didn't make matters better. On the other hand, this was not exactly a nice, sanitary bathhouse with a lockable door... for a while, her modesty wrestled with her cleanliness, but the realization that she probably wouldn't get another chance to bathe ‘till she got back to Flenceburg, effectively clinched it. "Lead the way."

The stream was a lot cleaner than she'd expected â€" far from the muddy rivers she'd expect from a jungle, this stream came rushing down from a small, tree-covered mountain, and its banks and bottom were layered with small, smooth stones â€" as a result, the water was clear enough to easily see the bottom, and the occasional fish swimming past. As another result, the water was barely lukewarm, despite the otherwise oppressive heat of the jungle...but after sweating for so long, the idea of a bit of cold water seemed far from frightening to Kaveri. And of course, Nexis never even considered it as a problem.

"Umm... thanks for finding this... do you want to bathe first?" She asked timidly, knowing all-too-well what the answer would be. She wasn't wrong. "First?" was Nexis' confused reply. "There is plenty of room in the stream for both of us!" Kaveri winced. "Yes, but... I really would like to bathe alone." Nexis' face showed a mix of confusion and disappointment, but then she shrugged. "Okay. You bathe alone, I keep watch. Could still be dangers around. Then I bathe, you keep watch, yes? Safer that way." Seizing eagerly on an explanation that this strange barbarian could understand, Kaveri eagerly nodded. "Yes, you can't be too safe! And we're not in any hurry, after all."

"Yes. I will find campsite while you bathe. Siven can watch clothes." With a nod, Nexis leaped into the higher branches of a nearby tree, and almost instantly disappeared from sight amongst the green. Feeling a bit like she'd somehow hurt her newfound ally's feelings, Kaveri took a deep breath, and pulled off her cloak. She cast a suspicious look at Siven, feeling very exposed, but the big lizard seemed completely unconcerned with her, focusing instead on some of the colorful birds humming around the equally-colorful jungle flowers â€" perhaps hoping that one of them would be unwary enough to come within his snacktime-range.

Carefully folding up her robe, she deposited it on a rock next to her backpack, and stepped into the stream. The water made her shiver a bit, but she enjoyed it nonetheless, and soon she was in the middle of the stream. The water moved swiftly there, but not faster than she could handle, and she needed the depth â€" even out there, where it was deepest, it only reached up to just under her breasts. Ducking down, she submerged herself fully for a few seconds, letting the stream wash through her sweat-matted fur, before coming up for breath in a shower of droplets. She felt more alive than she had for a week. With her paw-hands, she started to rinse off the upper half of her body, too delighted with the bath to worry about her visibility, if only for a few moments... briefly, she wished that she had brought some soap, but on the other hand, she would feel bad about polluting this crystal-clear stream with it.

However, a few seconds later, as she shifted her weight slightly, the smooth pebbles of the riverbed rolled under her. Loosing her traction for a moment, the powerful current pushed her off her feet, and with a surprised scream, she was whirled along. She wasn't dragged more than a few meters, however, before she hit a spot shallow enough for her feet to catch the ground again. Pulling herself upright, she cursed the unsteady surface under her breath, and started working her way back upriver towards her clothes. Less than twenty seconds later, however, Nexis came crashing out of the forest, swinging from a branch and landing smoothly next to Siven â€" and her robe. Kaveri froze in her tracks, instinctively covering her crotch and her breasts with her arms, knowing that the clear water did little to help with that. However, she had failed to realize that she had been spreading her legs significantly to remain stable in the buffeting current, and now that she closed them together, she could not remain standing. Not wanting to get swept downstream again, she quickly dropped to her knees, the water licking around her neck.

"Kaysee... I heard you scream. Are you okay?" Nexis sounded genuinely worried, and Kaveri only now realized that she had screamed when the river had swept her off her feet. "I'm fine, Nexis... I just fell over because of the smooth stones at the surface. Don't worry about me. You should go back to looking for a campsite." She tried her best to sound calm, hoping that Nexis would just go away for a bit â€" as things were, there was no way for her to reach her clothes without exposing herself completely. However, Nexis shook her head. "I have found a good campsite already. I think I should stay here. Jungle is never really safe â€" much safer if I am near to help you, yes?"

While Kaveri tried desperately to formulate a counter-argument that wouldn't drive away her much-needed native guide entirely, Nexis wasted no time in shedding her own, already-skimpy garments. The simple leather had covered little to being with, and they were remarkably quick and easy to remove. Kaveri tried not to look, but she did have a bit of scientific curiosity... and Nexis' people were practically unknown to scholars. If she could learn anything new about them, she might be able to win some extra credit back at the school â€" enough to make up for her current absence, even â€" and she was almost certainly the first outsider to see a naked Tavier. For starters, they seemed lizardlike, but they definitely had mammaries. How did that even work?

Without clothes, the snake-like patterns on Nexis' scales were fully visible, and quite fierce-looking â€" their jagged form a clear warning to any who would dare consider her prey. And her breasts were really no different from what you would find on a human â€" though they were covered by fine and smooth scales, the nipples that topped them were naked, smooth skin â€" clearly, they were not just for show. However, as her eyes inevitably gravitated downwards, differences began to appear. There was no navel, for starters, and further down, between her legs, there was a simple, straightforward line, so smooth and faint that it barely triggered her embarrassment â€" like a disinterested artist's impression of a vagina. There was no hair, of course, but there did seem to be a slight bump directly above it...

Clearly unconcerned with her own nudity, Nexis walked into the water, enjoying its cooling effect as much as Kaveri had. However, rather than walking all the way, as soon as the water got deep enough, she let go of the bottom and swam. Her lizardlike tail and smooth scales came into their own here â€" she moved through the water as swiftly and easily as through the trees, flowing through the river as if she was part of it. The elegance of it was breathtaking, and Kaveri realized that she had already gained one important fact that wasn't in any of the book â€" the Tavier were superb swimmers.

Reaching the deep center of the river in seconds, Nexis settled down to wash herself uncomfortably close to the still-kneeling Kaveri, who was â€" by now â€" wondering if her only real choice was to stay like this until Nexis finished her own bath and left. She was far from comfortable with it â€" she could feel Nexis' eyes on her, even as she averted her own. Obviously curious about this strange outsider. Surely, just curious...

She soon got tired of looking intently at the rushing water, however... if Nexis was going to stare at her all through the bath, then dammit, she might as well stare back. Though she probably wouldn't be able to make this uncivilized barbarian feel as uncomfortable as she was feeling... for once, she was glad of her fur-coat. She felt a little less naked because of it. Nexis, meanwhile, was â€" as she had expected â€" completely unabashed in her obvious nudity. Her scales showed off her curves every bit as well as skin would, and now that they were wet, they caught the light quite splendidly. Even though she realized that Nexis had, no doubt, noticed her looking, she suddenly found that she couldn't look away.

The water glistening on her undeniably feminine curves... scales and ears be damned, she was beautiful, as any of the boys back at the academy would no doubt have agreed. But none of those boys were here now... so why was she so hypnotized by it? Looking at Nexis was making her feel... strangely fluttery. She'd never really had any interest in boys, she suddenly realized â€" even as the rest of campus spent more time discussing who was dating who, than they did on their work, she had just decided that it was silly and concentrated on friendships and hobbies. Maybe... she simply wasn't into boys? On the other hand, she'd never felt this way about any of the other GIRLS, either...

Then, their eyes locked. Those inhuman, red eyes... burning with vigor, passion, life. So much more alive than anyone she had ever met before. The wild spirit of a jungle-dweller, filled with curiosity and lust for adventure. And other kinds of lust, too. Not a shred of complacency there... and that, she realized, was what made her feel warm inside. Male or female, fur, skin or scales, it didn't really matter. It was this burning, passionate soul, which touched the artist in her... she wanted to get to know her better, so that she could paint her â€" not just her body, but her spirit as well!

Now, without shame, she let her eyes caress Nexis' curves, seeming them as an artist would. Seeing the scene of the bathing barbarian in front of her, as a painting drawn with a master's strokes. Then, she heard a strangely slimy *schlick*, and was knocked entirely out of her artistic reverie. From Nexis previously-smooth crotch, a penis was now standing proudly. It had a strange, coppery color, and a decidedly inhuman shape, but it was undeniably a penis. And Nexis was apparently washing it. Dumbstruck, she could only gaze at it, nearly hypnotized by its strange proportions... 15 inches long, or nearly so... an obvious head, like on a human. A bulge at the bottom, like you'd see on a dog. Along the back, three leaf-shaped ridges of flesh laid back-to-back. Just below the crown, two pointy whiskers emerged, strangely reminiscent of a cod. And just between the base of the whiskers, and the edge of the crown, a bone-white nub was visible.

Nexis noticed her gaze and grinned. "Is very important to clean it often. Can be infected inside pouch otherwise. You should clean yours too, yes?" Still somewhat dazed, she could only give the simple answer. "I don't have one." Nexis seemed rather surprised by that â€" mystified, even â€" and Kaveri realized that she had just found the answer to the mystery of the Tavier's apparently all-female warriors. They did not have two genders like humans and most demihumans, but were all hermaphrodites! In a way, it made perfectly good sense â€" anyone could mate with and impregnate anyone, so there was never a danger of winding up with too many males or females.

Somewhat haltingly, she tried to explain ‘the birds and the bees' to Nexis, somewhat hamstrung by her own general lack of knowledge on the area â€" and when she was done, she was not entirely sure that Nexis had understood it. But she did accept the fact that Kaveri didn't have a large penis hidden somewhere on her body, so she decided that was close enough. Nexis, meanwhile, tried to explain about the way her culture worked, and Kaveri was able to follow it at least partially... apparently, they still had male and female pronouns, but rather than signify gender, they signified dominance. People in a position of authority was referred to as ‘him', and ordinary soldiers and workers were referred to as ‘she'. While Kaveri couldn't help but find this division somewhat insulting, it did work â€" especially since those referred to as ‘he', would rarely be found to be pregnant. Since pregnancy always held a severe risk to life and health, the ‘important' people would generally play the role of the male in the creation of an heir, leaving the dangers of birth to the partner.

It was also, however, clear that the Tavier had a rather liberal approach to sexuality in general. It was only considered ‘significant' at all if a pregnancy resulted, and since they were apparently able to ovulate at will (probably a defense-mechanism evolved to virtually eliminate the need for menstruation â€" leaving blood-trails was rarely a good idea in the jungle), that meant that they could all freely engage in sexual play, from whatever side they wanted, without consequence. It was considered a simple game of shared pleasure, and freely pursued as a pastime by most of them â€" there was, after all, little else to do with free time. Kaveri was particularly shocked to learn, by an offhand comment, that the Tavier had no taboo of incest. Inbreeding was taboo, yes, but since children wouldn't result unless the ‘receiving' Tavier willed it so, they saw no reason to not engage in some simple, pleasurable games with those closest to them.

Kaveri had a hard time digesting it all, and counted herself lucky for the combination of red fur and cold water, hiding her fierce blushing and dissipating the heat. She was more and more certain that Nexis held a sexual interest in her, and she was more and more uncertain about whether she minded. At least the length chat about comparative sociology had given Nexis time to finish her bath, at which point the huge tool between her legs inexplicably disappeared into her body cavity again, leaving only a barely-visible bump directly above the slit. As Nexis smoothly swam back to the shore and began to pull on her minimalistic leather armor, with her back turned, Kaveri swiftly grabbed the opportunity to stand up and make her way to the shore as quickly as she could.

Whether Nexis was deliberately giving her the opportunity, or remained blissfully aware, the beautiful barbarienne (a word Kaveri had just invented to aptly describe her new friend) continued to turn her back on her, moving over to feed Siven as Kaveri reached the shore, shook herself dry, and donned her robe. Clothed again, she felt a lot steadier than before, but the earlier revelations still left her somewhat distracted... as such, she didn't react very quickly when Nexis suddenly closed the distance between them at her customary speed, grabbing her into a tight hug. "I am so glad I meet you, Kaysee â€" you teach me so much!" She smiled joyfully, and then, without warning, planted a deep kiss on her lips. The tightness of the hug had left her somewhat breathless, and so her lips were parted â€" and before she could close them, she felt Nexis' tongue enter her mouth. It was long and snakelike, forked at the end, and like a serpent, it wrapped itself around her own tongue. The sensation was dizzying.

Then, just as suddenly, Nexis released her lips, backing off. The sudden removal of the hug, combined with the dizziness of the intense kiss, nearly made Kaveri stumble and fall as the support of Nexis' strong arms was removed â€" but she caught herself just in time, pulling herself erect. Absently touching her lips, she asked "I... I guess a kiss is like a gesture of thanks amongst your people?" Nexis shook her head, a mischievous smile on her lips. "No. Is gesture of strong emotion and closeness. Come, I show you our campground!" And with that, she was disappearing into the jungle again, with Siven on a leash, forcing Kaveri to keep up or be left behind, even as she tried to come up with a good reply to that statement...

Fayte was making a beeline through the jungle, homing in on Kaveri's position, and slowly gaining on her. She hadn't bathed since then, and the stench of the cyclops still clung to her fur... she didn't notice it, or rather, was repressing it. But the rest of the jungle's beasts noticed it, and moved out of the way in a hurry â€" there were few monsters in the jungle that would risk challenging a Cyclops, and she didn't run into any of them... at least not for several days.

She walked through the day at a brisk pace, her mind all but blank, eating the food from her pack almost mechanically, and fell into a death-like sleep at night. Most of her higher brain functions were still hiding. But she was catching up! Unfortunately for her, however, she wasn't catching up because she was moving faster, but rather because she was taking a direct path where Nexis had led Kaveri in a circle around dangerous areas. She'd already waltzed through the territory of several apex-level predators without realizing it, and on at least two occasions, the monsters in question had seriously considered attacking her in spite of the dangerous smell, though she'd left their territory before they could make up their minds.

However, it was only a matter of time before her habitually poor luck reasserted itself, and she walked into the hunting-grounds of something that wasn't afraid of Cyclops. The hunters picked up the scent from a distance, and discussed it amongst themselves. The most obvious theory was that an outcast Cyclops had ventured into their territory, in which case it needed to be dealt with before it could cause trouble, either by attacking their hidden village, or by stealing their prey. Some of the hunters, however, caught strange nuances in the scent â€" something wasn't right, they said. It smelled like a cyclops, but not QUITE. Still, it had to be dealt with. A hunting-party was put together, well-balanced for direct combat or ambush, as the situation may require it, and sent out. They moved swiftly and silently through the jungle, like the beasts they were...

Fayte was loping through the jungle, her steps instinctively taking on a bouncy quality to take advantage of her hare-like leg-muscles. She was making good time, and smoothly moving through the dense trees. Then, suddenly, something big and black fell from above, right in front of her, and she skidded to a halt, loosing her footing, and falling flat on her tail. The thing that stood before her had the proportions of a human, but it was covered in short, black fur, and it had the head of a jungle-cat. Its voice rumbled, and she somehow understood the words. "Well, not I've seen it all... a were-rabbit? And I thought I'd seen the apex of weirdness when Ben showed up..." Somehow feeling like she should reply, her lips haltingly formed the words, unaccustomed to the exercise. "Not were... magical accident..."

"Dammit, Khaza, this was SUPPOSED to be an ambush..." a voice now rumbled from behind. Turning around, she saw the jungle move, and then resolve itself into the form of a towering, humanoid tiger. His stripes had enabled him to blend into the shadows of the trees with ease, and she'd likely walked right past him without noticing. He was at least half a head higher than the panther-man in front of her. Following suit, several other panthers dropped from the tree-crowns, emerged from the underbrush, or moved out of the shadows that had concealed them. They surrounded her completely. There was ten panthers that she could see, including the first one who was apparently called Khaza, and that one tiger.

Then, a pile of dead leaves rumbled, and suddenly scattered, revealing a huge, gray beast. It stood a full head taller than even the tiger, and a fairly big head at that... a big, gray head, with huge, flappy ears, and a long trunk. Elephant. Elephant-man, apparently. His limbs were thick like tree-trunks, and his hands had only three massive fingers, while his legs lacked feet entirely, continuing straight down into elephant-foot pillars. He even had tusks, and rather large ones at that. She couldn't help but stare. "That would be Ben..." Khaza commented helpfully. "Don't bother asking â€" we don't know how it's possible for a were-elephant to exist either, and if HE knows, he ain't telling."

The whole situation seemed patently bizarre, and her weakened state of mind wasn't helping. She tried to think. They talked. They all seemed to be wearing loincloths. They had mistaken her for a were-rabbit. Apparently, they were civilized, if only slightly... "Who... are you... people?" she asked, her head hurting with the effort to figure it out. "We're weres, doll." The talkative Khaza answered readily, even as the tiger started opening his mouth. "Bitten by cursed animals, we transform into them on a full moon â€" or by will. I dunno if you've heard of it before, but we're sort of unwanted in the outside world. People hunt us and stuff. I'm sure you've heard of werewolves â€" there's a ton of those, so they've basically got their own little society going â€" good for them. But they're not terribly friendly to the rest of us."

Noticing that the tiger was giving him the death-glare, he momentarily stopped, but after taking a deep breath, the tiger â€" who was apparently the leader of the small group, waved him on. "You may as well finish the story, since you've started anyway." Khaza nodded and eagerly continued. "So yeah, there's a bunch of rare-ish weres... like us were-panthers, and the exasperated-looking were-tiger over there, and even the inexplicable were-elephant Ben. And a bunch of others back at the village, like were-lions and stuff. Yeah, we kinda' carved out a piece of jungle for ourselves out here â€" this place is basically hell, so it doesn't get a lot of visitors, meaning we're left alone. And most of us are fairly comfortable in the jungle, so it's not half bad."

"There's just one unpleasant detail about our little were-sanctuary..." he continued, his predatory eyes narrowing as he spoke. "See, Lycantropy â€" the ‘disease' that makes us weres â€" it has a tendency to kill females ‘stead of making them furry. Maybe one in ten infected female survives, it seems. So there isn't a lot of females in the village." Even with her presently dim mind, Fayte could tell where he was going with that, and she started backing up â€" only to remember that there was a rather large tiger standing behind her. "You can't be serious..." said tiger commented dryly. "C'mon, Kublai, you're thinking the same thing â€" I know you have the same problem as me and my black bros." Fayte wasn't sure what this ‘problem' was, but she didn't really want to find out. She looked desperately around for a way out, but saw only threatening monsters with claws, fangs, and black fur.

"You know that some of the others won't accept it. Particularly the girls." The tiger, Kublai, seemed to be arguing in her defense, but he also seemed somewhat half-hearted. "So we can't take her home with us. Doesn't prevent us from having some fun. We just take our time carefully ‘exploring' this intrusion on our territory, and then we go back and tell the others that it was just some mage using a spell to stink like a cyclops so he could sneak through the jungle unharmed. Not THAT far from the truth, is it?" He looked around. "Any complaints?" The other panthers grinned, nodding their assent, though some seemed at first hesitant. When the overall tone became clear, however, they all went along with the crowd. Ben, the towering elephant, however, grumbled. "I'm not sure I can get much fun outta this..."

Khaza rubbed his chin. "Well, it can't hurt to try, right? Can't hurt YOU, anyway. But just to be on the safe side, I think you'd better go last." The elephant grumbled a bit more, but when Khaza interjected "Have you had any BETTER options for the past, oh, three years?" the grumbling stopped. "So, how ‘bout it, Kublai?" Khaza asked, raising one eyebrow. The tiger seemed to carefully consider the question for several long seconds, then he nodded. "All right, I'm in. But I get first, AND we're going to need something to gag her with." This was met with scattered complaints to the tune of "So we're supposed to make do with sloppy seconds?" and "But I wanted a blowjob!", but one rumbling half-roar silenced them all. "I get first because I could kick ALL of your asses if I wanted to, and we're going to gag her because otherwise, they'll be hearing her screams in the village, miles be damned."

Cold fear was starting to penetrate the fog surrounding Fayte's mind in earnest, and as her mind cleared a bit, she almost instinctively climbed to her feet and started to cast the one self-defense spell that any wizard or sorceress worth his or her salt knew... a simple, yet effective, Fireball. The incantation was short and simple, but before she could enounce the last word, a paw covered her mouth. "Also, a gag might prevent little miss magus from setting our tails on fire, or whatever that was she tried to cast." The large tiger behind her had moved with incredible speed, in complete silence, and now held her in a viselike grip. Apparently reminded of the truth in Kublai's previous ‘kick all your asses' statement, Khaza nodded mutely, and then â€" with a grin â€" removed his leopard-skin loincloth. "Here, use this â€" not like I'm gonna need it for a while."

The loincloth was rolled into a passable gag, and stuffed into her resisting mouth, and tied behind her head. It tasted, predictably, horrible, of dirty sweat and piss. Another loincloth was helpfully offered from one of the other panthers, and was used to tie her wrists together behind her back. Worse then being rendered helpless, however, the loincloth-removals both made it obvious to even her foggy mind what was happening, and showed her what she was in for... the fat dicks hanging between the legs of the panther-men were both human and not. While the overall shape was familiar from her past flings, the head was... different. Cone-shaped, rather pointy. And the area right beneath the point, and as far down as just beneath the ‘crown', was bumpy, covered in small, bony spurs. It looked more like some exotic torture-instrument than a mating-tool.

Khaza noticed her panicked glare, and chuckled. "You see ‘em, huh? Yeah, apparently, all big cats have these... and so, unfortunately, do we. And yeah, they're apparently pretty much as painful as they look. There aren't many girls in the village to begin with, and few of those are even willing to try it â€" and nobody ever wanna try it twice. Can make a guy rather... backed up." He threw a thumb at the elephant-man. "Ben, of course, ain't got nothing like that â€" he's just hung ‘bout as well as you'd expect. Unsurprisingly, the girls in the village don't wanna risk getting themselves torn open, so the poor guy ain't gotten any since he got were-ified. However the hell that happened."

A swift push from the tiger behind her sent her sprawling on the ground. Tied up as she was, she couldn't use her hands to halt her fall, and instead buried her head in the soft loam of the forest floor. Rough paws gripped her haunches, pulling her up on her knees, and someone grabbed her ears, lifting her head up enough that she could breathe again. The were-men were close around her now, and most of them had discarded their loincloths â€" several were stroking their engorged cocks, clearly being careful to only touch the shaft. One of the closest undid her robe, and â€" since they couldn't easily take it off without undoing her tied-up hands â€" left it bunched around her arms. Her full breasts were swinging free in the air, and her ass was unprotected, just waiting for the first violation.

Outside her field of view, behind her, Kublai kneeled and prepared himself. He had already removed his loincloth, and his dick â€" bigger than what most of the panthers could show â€" was fully-erect. The spurs around the head were also somewhat bigger, a fact which had scared off every prospective mate he'd been near. He wasn't proud to resort to rape, but he had needs... he just hoped this girl would be able to handle what she was about to receive. Well, she was a mage â€" if she survived, she'd be able to heal herself. Probably.

And that was all the thinking he managed to do before the sight of Fayte's delicately-pink pussy-slit caused the rising lust to blot out all reason. The fact that it was surrounded by downy, white fur, and gaping invitingly open, did little to reduce the all-encompassing urge to follow his basest instincts and fuck the hell out of it. His powerful hands held her ass still, preventing her from wriggling away, and as he leaned over her back, his instincts took over. As he surged forwards, hitting his mark on the first blow, penetrating Fayte fully, the badly-besieged remnants of his human reason briefly wondered why he had encountered so little resistance â€" he was hung better than most human guys, but this girl had taken it all with ease! Then that shred, too, surrendered to the feelings of wet warmth, and he started moving in earnest.

For once, Fayte had found fortune in her misfortune. Had this tiger been her first ‘encounter' in this jungle, her tight pussy would have been literally torn out of her body by the spurs around his cockhead. Her elastic properties did nothing to prevent those hooks from digging into the tender flesh, and prior to her ‘meeting' with the Malboro and Cyclops, her only sex-partners had been some unimpressively-equipped high-school-aged boys. However, the Cyclops had stretched her far, far beyond what any human could expect to need, and though her elasticity and the powerful healing-potion had allowed her to recover, her pussy was not particularly tight anymore, nor would it ever be. And as a result, it did not squeeze all that tightly around the tiger's invading cock, which prevented too many of the spurs from really getting stuck.

As such, she did not get her insides torn out the first time Kublai pulled back. She merely felt a burning, tearing agony radiate from her most sensitive spot, as the spurs raked across her birth-canal. A few of them managed to stick enough to actually break the surface, pulling bloody rends along their way out. They were just scratches, but the sheer nerve-density in the area magnified the pain tenfold. And that was just the first thrust.

The way the spurs were formed â€" almost like hooks â€" they gave little resistance on the way in, but showed their points on the way out. In most large cats, they served a simple purpose â€" ‘sweeping' remnants of previous matings out, to increase the likelihood of the following pregnancy being his. That particular piece of trivia was known to a handful of scholars specializing in the study of large, unintelligent predators. Fayte wasn't one of them, and neither was any of her captors. All they knew was that those things hurt like hell. Which, when it gets right down to it, is the really important bit.

Kublai's thrusts soon sped up, as Fayte's pussy grew moist from the involuntary stimulation. The blood, running from dozens of internal scratches, also contributed. And, blessedly, the lubrication decreased the frequency of a spur ‘biting down'. She hardly noticed, however â€" her pussy was already a torn mess, and the spurs running over the broken surface felt nearly as painful as the first rends had done. Her screaming was vaguely audible even through the gag. During her previous ordeals, she had spent most of the time unconscious or nearly so, as the sheer horror of her predicament â€" and the resulting pain â€" went beyond what her mind was ready to understand. However, being gang-raped by several well-hung men wasn't entirely outside her understanding, and so, unfortunately, her consciousness remained firm.

Kublai, being rather blue-balled, didn't last long. With a roar, he thrust deeply into her, smashing his balls into her labia, and shooting his impressively-sized load into the hole. The thrust would have hit her womb, if that hadn't been nestled below her ribcage, at the end of the abnormally-stretched orifice. Kublai didn't notice, or care. With a sigh, he pulled his semi-hard cock out of her dripping pussy, and stumbled to his feet. "All right, next..." he said calmly, walking away to wipe off his dick with some leaves. The panthers did not delay obeying that command.

First, of course, was Khaza, in an unspoken deference to it being ‘his idea'. He was hung pretty well, too, but not quite as well as Kublai, and so it was no surprise that he grimaced shortly after shoving his stiff rod into Fayte's pussy. "Sheesh, this is too loose..." he complained, pulling out. "But I wonder..." he grinned, eyes focusing on the tiny, brown hole, right beneath her tufty tail. Before Fayte had a chance to realize his intentions and brace herself, he repositions his cock, and pushed it against her tailhole. That, too, had been stretched by the Malboro and the Cyclops, but not for as long as her pussy, so he still found some resistance. Nonetheless, it parted easily before a thrust of his powerful hips, opening up to swallow his engorged cockhead. Fayte moaned into her gag and struggled against her bonds. She could not deny that she somewhat enjoyed that feeling, of being stretched open by something thick, firm and hot... but she knew what came next, and it filled her with panic.

Khaza's cock, lubricated by her pussy-juiced, blood, and Kublai's sperm, easily forged its way into her innards, stretching apart the elastic tissue. It was still fairly tight, though, and Khaza purred at the feeling. Then, as his groin hit her ass, Fayte shuddered and braced herself. Then Khaza pulled back. The significantly tighter, less well-lubricated tissue inside her ass caught the spurs with ease... fortunately, they weren't quite the same dimensions as Kublai's had been, so once again, she narrowly avoided winding up with her insides outside. And once again, she found searing pain in its stead, as her lower intestine was torn apart by the spurs. Soon, the spurs reached her tightly-shut sphincter, and as one, dug deeply into it.

Rather than relinquish the invading cock, her asshole followed it out, the area around her sphincter pulled up like a tent, as it followed the hooked hole. The pain, needless to say, was crippling, but her natural elasticity made it possible. Khaza, deep in the throes of lust, barely noticed, and thrust into her again. The bumpy cockhead tore through the length of shredded intestine, sending renewed rivers of pain running through her, and soon hit bottom again, only for the pattern to repeat itself. Her asshole, sadly unable to self-lubricate, ensured that each thrust was equally painful â€" although, after a while, the blood leaking from the tears did help somewhat. Indeed, it didn't take long before Khaza's shaft was colored blood-red, visible whenever his pull-back turned her ass into a stretched-up tent.

After a few minutes of this torture, Khaza shot his load deep into her ass, and his cock deflated within her as he stopped to catch his breath. Fortunately, this shrinkage made it possible for him to pull his flaccid tool out of her bleeding sphincter. But within seconds, another panther had taken his place...

With both of the ‘leaders' out of the way, the remaining panthers stopped keeping their distance. As one of them fucked her from behind, others would crowd around her, toying with her boobs, slapping her face with their full cocks, licking her skin with their painfully-rough tongues... her tits, in particular, received a cruel treatment. Tongues designed to lick the meat off bones rasped across her erect nipples, sending shivers of pain through her, even as the one behind her dug his spur-covered cockhead into her pussy or ass. As the orgy grew more frantic, one particularly cruel panther unsheathed his claws, first raking them across her full breasts, leaving red marks, and finally gripping her nipples between two needle-sharp points, snapping them together, painfully piercing her nipples. As she convulsed in agony, the panther behind her felt her pussy contract, and shouted in orgasm. She rest saw the clear connection, and her torment became more than a mere distraction.

As the last panther finished, and the first round of ‘seconds' came around, most of her exposed skin was covered in red claw-marks. Some of them had drawn blood, others not, but all of them were exceedingly painful. (As anyone who has ever been scratched by a cat can tell you, it hurts for hours afterwards, due to the serrated claws leaving the nerves with ragged ends.) Her nipples had been pierced in several different directions, and were dripping blood on the ground like milk for some devil-spawn. The worst bit, however, had happened while one of the panther-men had been roughly raping her ass, and another had ‘played' with her pussy. Her erect clit had soon been caught between the terrible claws, and penetrated agonizingly. Not satisfied with merely that, the panther had used his ‘grip' to pull her clit in various directions, forcing her to move her groin in order to keep it attached â€" and thus forcing her to fuck herself onto the laughing panther behind her.

Blood and cum in equal amounts were leaking out of both her holes as the last couple of panthers finished round two or three â€" Kublai and Khaza, as well, came around for another shot. Khaza loudly voiced his dissatisfaction with the now-loose conditions of her ass, while Kublai merely fucked it. His spurs dug in there cruelly, but the last dozen assaults it had endured, had left it lax enough to handle it â€" though, even amidst the full-body agony, she felt the tearing pain keenly.

Finally, the last panther retreated, leaving her bloodied on the ground, staining the soil with tears and cum. And then, Ben stepped forwards. "So, is it FINALLY my turn?" he grumbled. "Sure thing, pal â€" we got her all warmed up and stretched out for ya." Khaza replied with a grin. Ben had watched the entire display with rising lust, and by now, his loincloth didn't help much â€" his cock was easily the size of a human forearm, fist and elbow included, and standing out straight from his groin. Throwing the useless loincloth aside, he approached the pile of blood-soaked fur and skin on the ground...

Pinkish-red and veiny, his cock was simple and solid in its shape â€" it was as if the designed had decided that, with such sheer size, it didn't need any bells or whistles. In fact, it didn't even have a head. The shaft simply ended in a slightly-slanted, flat surface, with the urethra poking out like a cut-off piece of hose. Of course, such an un-aerodynamic shape didn't particularly help if you were stuck with a cock too oversized to use... whereas many other species had some degree of pointiness to them, to help spread the target out before the thickest part, the elephant basically required you to take the full girth from the start.

Next to where Fayte laid, breathing heavily into the gag, crying silently as pain continued to envelop her even in the absence of her rapists, he sat down. Having a heavy body, he did not want to wind himself by trying to fuck her from behind like his catlike companions had done, but instead decided to take advantage of her low weight and his own copious strength. Two three-fingered hands closed around her slim waist, lifting her into the air, and positioning her over his cock, where she continued to drip blood and cum onto its sloped head. Amidst the pain, Fayte found the position strangely familiar, and halfway expected a monstrous face to appear in front of her. Ben, however, didn't want to look at a face he fully expected would seize up in the agony of death fairly soon, and so he turned her with her back towards him.

As he lowered her down, her feet touched the ground, but she was too exhausted to use that fact to withstand him â€" and from the strength of his grip, she figured it would be futile anyway. Her feet slid across the ground, splaying out in front of her as her pussy reached the slanted tip of his cock. The contents of her pussy had already covered it in a slippery mess, and so Ben wasted no time in pushing her further downwards, parting her labia with his 4-inches wide tool. To his surprise, he found that they DID, indeed, part, rather than tearing or ripping like he'd expected. The tip entered, and though he heard the girl groan into her gag, the pussy that now clamped down hard on his sensitive shaft, actually seemed capable of accommodating him.

As he continued to push her downwards, he found more surprises. He'd expected to be able to get the first eight or ten inches inside, tops, but instead, she hit the first foot of length, and just kept going. Although, judging from the sounds she was making, and the way she was squirming, it wasn't entirely painless. Finally, he gazed in amazement as her ass hit his loins, her pussy coming right up against the rubbery-gray elephant-skin that covered the very base of his cock. Her heels were beating on the forest floor, and moans of pain escaped through the gag, but she was clearly alive, and though her could feel her insides stretched tautly around him, she seemed to be in no danger of bursting open.

Fayte was, indeed, in no mortal danger. Ben, though, freakishly well-hung by human standards, was still a bit below the Cyclops who had stretched her wide open a few days earlier. The recovery her pussy had gone through up to that point, however, was swiftly ruined, and the countless wounds that had been left on her insides by the countless feline intruders, were pulled wide-open by the stretching of her insides. It was only the first ten inches or so of her footlong pussy, but in that space, a thousand tiny tears had been pulled into wide stretches of raw flesh. Clamped tightly around Ben's veiny cock, it could not have been more painful if the intrusion had been made from molten iron.

Delighted to have finally found a use for his foot-and-a-half cock, Ben got a better grip on her, and started moving her up and down on the impaling shaft, adding short but powerful hip-thrusts for extra force. He soon, however, found that having her feet dragging against the ground was problematic, especially since she now seemed to actually fight against the downthrust, and called to the panthers lounging around. "Hey, you guys, how ‘bout lending me a hand and holding her legs?" The panthers, who were as surprised to see the bunny-girl take in all of Ben's cock as he was, eagerly jumped at the excuse to get a better look, and soon, Fayte's legs were held tightly in the air, removing her last means of resisting the agonizing elephant-rape.

With the panther-men's help, Ben soon got a good speed up, bouncing her up and down on the entire length of his cock. The lack of head made it hard to find a good place to stop the upthrust, so a couple of times, his cock actually got clear out of her pussy â€" but rock-hard as it was, it didn't budge, and as she went down again, it easily speared her fuckhole once more. Until, that is, the curious panthers decided to see just how far her apparent flexibility extended, and pulled forwards a bit the next time she was lifted off.

Her asshole, still gaping open from previous encounters, stretched hugely as it hit the arm-sized cock with bone-breaking force. The Cyclops, thoughtful as it was, had stretched that open to incredible proportions as well, but he had soon realized his error and stopped, so the stretching hadn't extended very far. Though Ben realized what had happened almost immediately as well, she was going far too fast by then to do anything about it. With the force of gravity and elephantine muscles behind it, his cock stretched the remaining bits of her ass open as well, and as with the pussy, panther-inflicted tears were pulled open with agonizing results.

Then, nine inches in, it hit the ‘bend'. And kept going. The force of the entry forced Fayte's body to deform itself again, ripping her lower intestine out of its position, and forcing the upper reaches to squeeze out of the way. The curly labyrinth of Fayte's insides was literally stretched as Ben's rough entry pulled nearly a foot of slippery, stretchy intestines into place. It didn't stop until her ass, once again, hit his thighs with a loud slap. The pain of having her intestines rearranged for the second time in a week caused Fayte to black out briefly, but sadly, her unconsciousness was only brief. She could feel the thickness of the elephant's dick deep inside her, and had a feeling like his cockhead was poking at her lungs...

The panthers all howled in amazement, and Ben groaned in delight as he felt her on-the-edge-of-ripping tightness around his sensitive shaft. Nothing could surprise him about this girl anymore. The bemusement at discovering just how flexible the rabbit-girl was, however, was quickly pushed out of the way by the rising tide of sheer lust, and soon, Fayte was bouncing on his cock again, this time having it painfully embed itself in her ass at every stroke.

Ben felt the rising of his orgasm within minutes, but the sheer tightness of Fayte's ass contributed to the length of the ride, squeezing the tool so hard, the sperm couldn't get through â€" and adding another minute or two of pleasure to it for him, another couple of minutes of agony to it for her. Finally, with enormous force, a gallon of cum exploded out of the tip of his cock, actually lifting her a few inches in the progress. The white slime rushed through her badly-beaten digestive-system, literally flooding her insides â€" she could feel the heat of it in her stomach, and burped into her gag as gasses were forced out of her by the pressure. Her stomach, as stretchy as the rest of her, visibly distended. The panthers hollered and cheered, several of them actually applauding. "Now THERE'S a real man..." Khaza commented, laughing loudly.

But Ben's cock did not shrink and go flacid. He'd finally found someone capable of accommodating his size, and he was going to use it as much as possible! His rock-hard erection still nestled deep in Fayte's ass, he briefly considered pulling out and finishing a second time in her pussy instead, but then, looking at her stretched stomach and asshole, he realized that if he pulled out now, the entire content of her digestive-system would come flowing out of her â€" mostly onto him. A real boner-killer. And so, he simply resumed the bouncing thrusting, while the helpful panthers cheered, and watched Fayte's scar-covered boobs bounce in time with the fucking.

Having spent himself the first time, the second ride lasted more than ten minutes. The tightness of her sphincter kept most of the first load inside her, meaning that every thrust pushed the escaping cum back inside her, making it feel like he was fucking her entire intestine, all the way through to her uncomfortably-bubbling stomach. Small amounts of cum DID escape, though, squirting out around the edges, covering Ben's groin â€" and the leathery skin that marked the end of his ‘useable' cock-length. However, as her ass became looser, and that skin became slicker, the force of the thrusts soon combined with the already-unstuck conditions of her intestines. One thrust suddenly went longer than expected, as her ass gobbled up three inches of rough elephant-skin, and her intestines were stretched three inches further up into her body, making it harder for her to breathe.

Her ass-cheeks literally touched his balls, and the panthers cheered again. The ride, meanwhile, continued with unabated strength, and now slightly-greater length. Oh, and the first three inches of raw-and-bleeding anus was now rubbed, not by the slick, if veiny, length of Ben's cock, but by the sandpaper-rough elephant-skin at the base. The rising pain caused her to black out every other thrust, her head lolling, and her eyes rolling into the back of her head. The gray skin was colored red with her blood, but none of the men noticed, or cared.

Finally, after nearly fifteen minutes of this â€" at which point the helpful panthers were starting to complain that their arms were tired â€" Ben reached his second orgasm. It wasn't quite as big as the first one. Not QUITE. But it was still nearly a gallon, forced in on top of the rest, stretching her stomach â€" which was already forced forwards by the elephantine cock pushing past it on its way to her ribcage â€" even more visibly outwards. It didn't look quite like she was fat, or quite like she was pregnant â€" in fact, it looked exactly like her stomach had been inflated by several gallons of cum.

Spent, Ben felt his cock deflating and â€" not wanting to get any messier than he already was â€" quickly heaved Fayte off, throwing her on the ground. She landed on her stomach, legs splayed wide, and as expected, her stretched ass continued to gape open. A literal waterfall of white cum emerged from it, liberally mixed with red, and â€" after a short while â€" brown. Fayte, still floating somewhere between consciousness and oblivion (which is kinda' like that place between sleep and wakefulness, only more painful), just laid there, half-listening to the burping sounds of her digestive-system emptying itself out on the forest-floor, half listening to the discussion of her rapists.

It sounded like some of them wanted to ‘keep her', particularly Ben. He loudly declared that, having finally found someone he could fuck without killing her, he didn't want to let her go again. Kublai was the voice of reason, not so much arguing against keeping her as a sex-slave, as reminding his hot-headed compatriots why it wouldn't work. He reiterated the fact that several of the inhabitants in their village would be violently opposed to the concept, reminded them that the village was too small to hide something like that, and â€" when someone suggested ‘storing' her outside the village, patiently explained how many days it would take, tops, before some predator decided that a lump of meat incapable of running away would make a good snack. Finally, the grumbling cats â€" and loudly-swearing elephant â€" had to agree that it just wouldn't work. They gathered up their loincloths, removing the ones that were used to bind and gag her as well â€" figuring, correctly, that she was too far gone to cast a spell, or fight in any way.

Her arms, no longer held behind her back, flopped uselessly down besides her, aching with stiff muscles. Her mouth, now unbound, could not formulate sounds appropriate to the level of pain that continued to flow through her body â€" her throat was as raw as her nether regions, after having screamed and cried into the gag all this time. She wasn't sure how long ‘all this time' was, and her rapists hadn't kept track of it either, but all-told, the rape and torture had gone on for over an hour and a half. It felt more like a year to her. Suddenly, something landed in front of her. Brown leather. It was her backpack.

"I noticed some potions in it..." the voice of Kublai rang hollow from above, as if it came from far away. She looked up, straining her eyes and neck to do so. She could see that all of the panthers were either disappearing into the jungle, or had already done so. Ben was gone too â€" he wasn't far away, since she could vaguely feel the vibrations of his footsteps through the ground, where it touched her hypersensitive skin. But Kublai was still standing there, looking down at her with pity in her eyes. "I'm assuming at least some of them are healing-potions. Once you're able to, you should drink some, get yourself back together again. Then get outta this place â€" believe it or not, we're not the worst thing that lives in the Green Hell." With that, he walked into the jungle, and instantly disappeared from view amidst the shadows and branches.

Left alone, Fayte rested her head on the ground, breathing heavily. The cum was still running out of her â€" less like a waterfall now, and more like a trickle, but it was still running. Her ass was also still standing open, and she could feel the breeze caress the raw flesh. She nearly fell asleep like that, lying in a pool of cum, blood, and worse, but seeing the backpack in front of her, she pulled herself partially upright, and pulled two bright-red potions out of it, quickly downing them, and feeling the magic sweep through her, healing her wounds.

It would have been better if she had slept first. These potions weren't high-grade, like the one she had downed after the Cyclops-attack, but instead the product of magi-in-training like herself. People who got better grades in Alchemy than her, granted, and they'd all gotten the teacher's ‘passable' mark, but still not exactly professional-grade. They healed her wounds, cleaned infections out of her bloodstream, and attached loose bits â€" but they didn't do it perfectly. They couldn't pull her intestines back in shape, so instead, they were attached in their new positions. And worse, they healed all the bleeding flesh in her pussy and ass, scabbing them over in seconds. Tiny rends, stretched wide, were now turned to skin permanently.

It would take a while before Fayte realized what had happened, and longer yet before she figured out WHY, but the results were simple: Her pussy and ass were not just stretched three-inches-wide, they were stuck that way. Where the panther's tears had been stretched into wide sores by the elephant's column, new skin was generated. After the Cyclops' assault, her elasticity and the top-tier healing-potion had restored some of her tightness. This time, her stretched condition was instead turned into the norm. Afterwards, she would find that she could barely squeeze her sphincter shut, and her pussy simply hung open. Healers she approached about the problem â€" after overcoming her embarrassment â€" told her that, being the result of a botched healing, her condition was nearly impossible to reverse. She would forever be unable to find sexual pleasure with anything smaller than a horse, and both her holes were permanently ready to greet an intrusion of that size â€" and, since her rubbery qualities remained, they could now, potentially, be stretched even further. That quality eventually turned out to be useful, but Fayte would certainly have preferred if it didn't.

But all that was still in the future. Right now, with her wounds healed, Fayte finally fell asleep, letting her natural defenses take care of the rest. No predators disturbed her sleep, for none dared violate the territory of the beastmen. Fourteen hours later, she awoke, with an unpleasantly clear memory of the day before. After spending a couple of hours crying, she ate some of the remaining food in her pack, pulled on her heavy clothing, and then drank the Potion of Flight she'd been saving for her trip home. Tearing through the treetops, she was soon up in the fresh air, and after orienting herself after the sun, she sped off towards home.

There were worse things in the world than being stuck as a slightly-elastic bunny-girl, she decided. And as for Kaveri, well, she was probably long-dead, destroyed by the countless dangers of the Green Hell. Hopefully, thought Fayte spitefully, Kaveri had suffered at least as much as herself.

Kaveri was feeling very uncomfortable. It wasn't so much the heat and humidity, both of which she'd gotten used to, or the long walks, which she had found remarkably easy due to her naturally foxlike gait. Rather, it was the fact that Nexis, who had previously either walked alongside her, or ranged out far ahead, had decided that the safest approach was to walk a bit ahead of her, checking the path. Leaving Kaveri behind to watch her, well, behind. And her seductively-swaying tail.

Prior to visiting the jungle, she would have given anyone who as much as thought the phrase ‘seductively-swaying tail' an odd look, while rapidly backing away. But ever since their accidental rendez-vous in the river, and Nexis' subsequent barefaced admission of attraction, she'd started having a lot of strange thoughts. Previously, she had seen Nexis as a strange, potentially dangerous, but blessedly helpful creature. After that event, she was forced to view Nexis as a strange, potentially dangerous individual, who was apparently attracted to her. And what the heck was she supposed to do about THAT?

It was obvious that she couldn't just tell the ‘girl' to back off â€" she still needed her help, after all â€" but that was really just a cowardly thought â€" a mental evasion to try and avoid addressing the real issue: Nexis was in love with her, and she wasn't entirely certain if she wasn't feeling some attraction in the other direction... actually, as she watched Nexis' swaying butt in front of her, squeezed into a very tight, poorly-concealing piece of leather, she wondered why she had such a hard time admitting to herself that she was attracted to the barbarienne.

Probably, she decided, because her ‘schoolmates', of both genders, had left her entirely cold â€" while and individual who looked to be part human, part lizard, and part cat, was making her nether regions itch... and she had a hard time formulating an explanation for that, that wouldn't turn herself into a colossal pervert. Then she remembered the eyes... yes, that had to be it! She was feeling attraction towards Nexis, not out of simply physicality, but because she'd seen a beautiful spirit in the girl, and therefore, she was now seeing the beauty in her body as well. That had to be it.

She was content with that conclusion for all of ten seconds, before she realized that this just left her with a new, bigger question: What was she gonna do about it. Her original plan had been to get to the flowers, fill her backpack with samples, and then head for home with the second Potion of Flight... she'd be able to bust up through the treetops easily. Leaving behind a lonesome, heartbroken Nexis. She winced at the thought. She'd tried to teach Nexis everything she could think of, to help her find her way into human society, but she already knew it wouldn't be pretty. Humans got along decently with elves, and dwarves, and a few other races... but the Tavier were defined as ‘Demihumans', which also covered orcs, goblins and ogres, and most such races were rather unwelcome in human cities. At the very least, she'd be facing massive discrimination, and it was far more likely that she'd be attacked on sight.

But what was the alternatives? She couldn't just hang around and help get her integrated, after all. What was the point of getting her humanity back, if not to return to the university? To finish her education. In a field she didn't care about. Joining a profession she was utterly disinterested in. It was all so confusing... her head hurt. And she was still feeling strangely tingly under her robes.

As twilight descended on the jungle, her mind had not cleared noticeably. Nexis, as always, had found a good campsite, and while Siven snored next to the bonfire, the two women settled down to eat. There was still a couple of days worth of magically nonperishable food left in Kaveri's backpack, but she was starting to get tired of it â€" it was mostly just bread and meat, and the lack of variety was getting to her. "How much longer ‘till we reach the flowers?" she asked her guide, while half-heartedly chewing down on a dry slice of bread. "Flower-field is not far away. We will reach it tomorrow." Nexis was chewing on what looked like dried meat, but seemed to be more interested in watching Kaveri eat.

"You not like that thing you eat?" she suddenly asked, cocking her head. "Well, it's a bit dry and boring..." Kaveri confessed, without paying it much mind. Suddenly, Nexis jumped to her feet. "I will go get you some fruit to eat. I saw Xavus-tree earlier. Xavus-fruits are good to eat!" Before Kaveri could formulate a protest, or ask her not to go to any trouble on her account, the swift-moving girl had vanished into the treetops, more nimble than any squirrel. She returned, barely ten minutes later, swinging through the trees with only her feet and tail, carrying an armful of fruit â€" and somehow not dropping any of them. After landing next to the fire, Nexis happily unloaded most of the fruits in front of her. "Here, Kaysee â€" Xavus-fruit. Really good, sweet and juicy!"

Kaveri had to admit, they DID look pretty damn delicious. Similar to peaches, but with bright-red, smooth skin, that seemed to be actually STRAINING with juiciness. They were also somewhat larger than any peaches she'd ever seen. Nexis had kept a couple for herself, and was now settling down next to the fire, eating them loudly and with every sign of enjoyment â€" the clear juices were running down her jaw in a display that was almost obscene. Throwing one disgusted look at the dry bread in her pack, she set it aside, and picked up one of the fruits. Hesitating only briefly, she bit into it.

The fruits, she decided, tasted just as good as they looked â€" sweet, and yet fresh. The seed at the core of the plant was fairly small, and easily discarded, leaving plenty of delicious fruit to eat. No sooner was the seed thrown into the undergrowth, before she was chewing on the next one. Nexis had brought back 9 fruits, and only kept two for herself â€" which, Kaveri barely noticed, she'd already finished eating. After nearly a week of salted meat and dry bread, eating fresh, delicious fruit was making her eyes roll back, and where she'd usually have asked her benefactor if she didn't at least want an even split, she just dug into one fruit after the other. Finally, all 7 fruits were devoured, and Kaveri was left feeling pleasantly full, as a comfortable warmth spread through her body...

"Thank you, Nexis â€" those fruits were delicious. Xavus, you called them?" Nexis nodded. "Yes, Xavus. All Tavier love Xavus. They are always eaten at coming-of-age celebrations, and finding a fruit-bearing Xavus-tree makes you very popular. Was very lucky to come across one." Kaveri nodded. Very understandable, that finding such delicious fruits and sharing them with your village would make you popular. Perhaps because she was pleasantly full, it didn't occur to her to connect those things, with the Tavier's general enjoyment of sex. Neither did she suspect that Nexis had ‘forgotten' to mention that Xavus-fruits were also an important part of the traditional Tavieri courtship-ritual, offered to a prospective lover.

In her defense, Nexis didn't know the real reason behind all that, either. She, and the Tavier, just knew that eating the Xavus-fruit made you feel good, and that sex tended to be quite a bit more wanton afterwards. Hence, accepting a Xavus-fruit from someone signaled your willingness to mate quite clearly, since shortly afterwards you wouldn't think of much BUT mating. The reason, of course, was that the Xavus-fruit is loaded with a natural aphrodisiac. It's also worth noting that, due to constant exposure to the virulent environment of the jungle, the Tavier had built up a significant resistance to poisons and drugs â€" including the aphrodisiac. And that the traditional courtship-offering was two Xavus-fruits, whereas Kaveri had, by now, devoured 7 in rapid succession. On the other hand, the average Tavier was a whole lot less uptight than Kaveri, and much quicker to follow the inclinations of their loins... but yeah, the equation does come out pretty heavily in the Xavus-fruit's favor.

And so, five minutes after finishing the last fruit, Kaveri started to feel unpleasantly hot. The tingling she'd felt below her belt most of the day seemed to have turned into spasms of desire. Her entire body felt like it was overheating under the simple robe, and she was starting to feel like she needed to scratch an itch between her legs. She glanced at Nexis, perhaps hoping that the lizard-cat was ready to roll up and get some sleep, so that she could ‘scratch' herself in peace, but what she saw couldn't possibly be further from that hope. Nexis was fully awake, and staring right at her. Those albino-red eyes were burning â€" and she could no longer pretend it was with curiosity. They were burning with lust, making her feel even hotter. Her eyes, all unbidden, traced the curves of her athletic body, down to the edge of the minimalistic leather panties. She suddenly realized that they were cut so low in the front, in order to ensure that they wouldn't get in the way of the emerging cock. She came to that realization mostly because Nexis' 15-inch monster emerged from its pouch before her eyes, barely gracing the panties as it muscled its way into the cool night air.

She had seen it before, in the river, but now â€" in the flickering firelight â€" it somehow looked more imposing. More... inviting. Her mouth, she suddenly noticed, was watering. Her thoughts, which had swirled with complicated emotional and ethical issues all day, were rapidly turning foggy â€" they were only barely coherent enough to let her realize what was wrong with her: She was horny. Overwhelmingly horny. It was practically an entirely new feeling for her... but her instincts, at least, knew what the score was â€" and they also knew the cure. And that cure was standing proud, right in front of her, all fifteen inches of it.

Nexis, significantly less affected by the fruits, and quite familiar with the rising fog of lust, moved with purposefulness. It was, she knew from experience, perfectly possible to have sex while wearing full hunter-armor, but she wanted to feel this vixen's soft fur against her scales. And so, with rapid and practiced moves, she stripped off of her armor, soon standing naked in front of Kaveri, who neither reacted nor spoke â€" but seemed simply hypnotized by Nexis' swinging she-cock, her paws inching towards the growing wet-spot on the front of her robes.

She did not resist when Nexis opened her robe, pulling it off. "Kaysee... no worry. I help you." Nexis whispered reassuringly, pushing the still-unresisting fox-girl down on her back. Her loins were afire with lust, but she knew how to handle it, and wasn't about to become a slave to her desires. The most important thing was to make sure that Kaysee enjoyed this. So before she saw to her own desires, she would make sure that Kaysee's slit was well-relaxed â€" and well-lubricated. Lowering her head between the red-furred thighs, she released her agile, snakelike tongue on Kaveri's virgin vulva, which was â€" by now â€" utterly soaked with running juices.

By this point, the full force of the massive dose of Aphrodisiacs had kicked in, and Kaveri had gone from being merely super-horny, to being hyper-aroused. Had Nexis not been there to lend her ‘aid, she would have soon been humping the nearest tree, trying to extinguish the volcanic fire in her groin. All coherence had already fled her mind, covered under a roaring mass of instinctive desires â€" who were all the more powerful for the fact that she'd ignored them until this point. She needed sex, and lots of it, NOW! And fortunately, Nexis was happy to oblige. The first lick of her agile tongue, snaking its way in between the juice-soaked labia to enter Kaveri's pussy, actually licking across the taut skin of her cherry, immediately sent her headfirst into her first-ever orgasm.

A long, drawn-out moan resounded through the jungle, blending in with the noises of night-hunters and the mating-calls of a thousand creatures. Kaveri's pawlike hands dug into the soft loam of the jungle's floor as, for the first time, she felt the roaring release of the climax. Her back arched, pushing her pussy hard into Nexis' face. She delightedly took this as an invitation to continue her oral treatment, and did so. As her tongue explored the accessible areas of Kaveri's pussy, however, the thrashing soon became problematic. With virtually every movement of the snake-tongue, the fox-girl would throw her body around, making another animalistic pleasure-noise, and while Nexis did enjoy the symphony of lust, the thrashing-around was seriously impacting her ability to do what she was doing.

Her hands clamped down on Kaveri's legs, her strong arms pushing them down, holding them still, and spreading them wide. Kaveri barely noticed, and continued to throw her head and arms around in spasms of pleasure as a whole new world of ecstasy was unveiled to her so suddenly, she was left blinded by the light. Now, however, with her target immobile, Nexis could really go to work. Kaveri's pussy was entirely unlike anything she'd seen before â€" the multi-layered labia, the way the fur gave way to pink flesh, the cherry that blocked the path an inch inside, none of those were familiar to her from her explorations of the vaginal openings of her fellow Tavier. She absorbed the shape of it as much through her tongue as through her eyes, literally feeling out the structure as she licked across every surface.

The juices, she decided, were delicious. Tasted entirely different from Tavieri lubrications. Salty, and tangy at the same time, definitely something she could get used to. Drinking from the drooling pussy like a faucet, she replaced juice with her own, slippery drool, soon turning Kaveri's entire groin into a wet mess. By the time she finally lifted her head, pulling her multi-inch tongue back inside her skull, Kaveri had hit another three orgasms, but was hardly aware enough to count ‘em. And yet, she somehow knew that the best was yet to come.

Nexis' cock had been outside its sheath since before she even started, and it was, by now, as hard as it had ever been. She was barely suppressing the knot's inflation-reflex, and knew she had to act fast. But even the free-spirited Tavier had SOME manners... "Kaysee... can I have sex with you?" she asked plainly, her hand already gripping the base of her 15-inch monster as she kneeled in front of the vixen's prone form. Kaveri, consumed with lust, was still aware enough to realize what was going on, and a part of her resisted the notion. This wasn't how she'd envisioned loosing her virginity. But another part was realizing that the immense pleasure she'd just experienced was just oral sex, and that there was much, much more to be had. And she needed it, so very badly... "Yesss... please!" The words seemed to tear themselves out between her clenched teeth as her hips gyrated against the air, looking for something, anything, to provide stimulation.

Nexis was not about to ignore such an earnest plea, and â€" placing one hand on the ground beside Kaveri's head to support her weight â€" she guided her fist-sized cockhead towards the saliva-covered pussy. Completely relaxed by the previous oral endeavors, and more than sufficiently lubricated, the virgin orifice provided surprisingly little resistance as the oversized invader barged inside. Naturally, Kaveri's magically-enhanced elasticity didn't hurt too. It would, however, have caused a lot of trouble if it had been anything less imposing than a Tavier that deflowered her...

The elasticity she'd gained in the magical accident, after all, extended to her entire body, inside and out... including her cherry. Usually, that thin piece of skin was easily broken by any intrusion, but the added elasticity instead had made it tough and stretchy. An ordinary, human male would probably have found this stretchiness to be an insurmountable barrier, stretching where it should break. And indeed, even as Nexis pushed her 3-inch girth inwards, the cherry stretched around the head, blocking her way. Feeling the pressure, she paused momentarily, confused. The Tavier lacked such things, and she wasn't sure what she was hitting...

Kaveri, however, knew. While most of her friends back at school had considered her hopelessly naive in matters sexual, she wasn't completely unaware of the workings of her own body â€" she did know about the cherry, and she could feel it now, stretching but not breaking, blocking her way to greater pleasure. She also realized that it was her last chance to turn back. That, if she didn't say anything, Nexis wouldn't move further, afraid of hurting her. She could feel the first inch or two of her pussy, stretched wide around Nexis' cockhead â€" it hurt a bit, though less than she'd expected. But it also felt GOOD, and her overwhelming need for more of that good feeling easily overrode the pain. "D.. don't worry..." she stammered out "It's normal for u... us. Just break thought! I need you... deeper!"

Hearing this reassurance, as well as the testament to the desire of her new lover, Nexis no longer hesitated. Using a unique maneuver practiced by some of the greatest lovers amongst the Tavier, she swung her tail around behind her, while lightly flexing her loins, building up momentum â€" until, after a few swings, she snapped her tail, unleashing the resulting momentum through her groin, pushing downwards with her entire weight at the same time. It was known as a ‘snap-thrust' amongst the Tavier, and the sheer force and speed of it was usually enough to make the recipient's eyes roll. An advanced technique, to be sure, requiring a great deal of concentration and timing, but Nexsis had been as much of a prodigy at the sexual arts as hunting and fighting.

And certainly, the effect was undeniable. Her rock-hard, copper-colored rod thundered down with shocking power, bursting through an elastic barrier that might have stood up to a more gentle approach. In fact, the now-broken cherry barely slowed her down. The entire length of Kaveri's untried pussy was widened to a three-inch diameter in a split second, and as the top of Nexis' knot hit the outer labia, the cockhead hit the uterus. With enough force to push it ‘bout an inch further up into Kaveri's body-cavity. Nexis felt another elastic surface give way, and â€" safe in the knowledge that it was ‘normal', she did not let it deter her. Instead, she wound up for another snap-thrust while pulling halfway out...

As the second full-force thrust hit home, Nexis buried her cock clear to the hilt in Kaveri's pussy. The 15 inches had forced her womb upwards, pushing some of her intestines slightly out of the way, and stretching her ovaries a bit. Like Fayte, her internal anatomy was being rearranged by sex. Unlike Fayte, she was enjoying it. The Tavier's unique penis-shape was basically designed for maximum pleasure, and it worked wonders â€" the ridges on the back rubbed deliciously across her G-spot, and the soft whiskers at the front teased the sensitive surface going both in and out. She could even feel the dry bone of what she now, with the part of her mind that wasn't completely focus on working towards the next orgasm, realized was a genital piercing. She did feel the odd stretching that was going on, but the nerves did a predictably poor job of conveying the feeling of an event that simply wasn't part of her body's design-specs.

As such, the moderate pain of having her body rearranged to fit her new lover, easily disappeared under the intense, mind-blowing pleasure of having the full length of her beautiful cock inside her. She even enjoyed the feeling of her outer labia stretching even further to accommodate the knot at the base, as it went in and out of the previously-tight slit a few more times â€" it was going faster now, since Nexis didn't need to spin up for snap-thrusts anymore. She wasn't quite getting an orgasm per thrust, but it really wasn't far off... as first sexual experienced goes, she decided, this'd do.

Then, suddenly, Nexis sunk all the way inside her once more, and stopped. Kaveri was already trying to rediscover her ability to control her vocal-cords, just so she could ask her lover why she'd stopped, and if she wouldn't please keep going, when she felt a building pressure inside her. Then she suddenly remembered what dogs used THEIR knots for. She'd drawn that connection the first time she saw Nexis' inexplicable yet imposing tool, and yet somehow, it had slipped from her mind. She'd seen it a couple of times â€" stray dogs locked together in a village square, usually with some low-brow passerbys guffawing at their hilarious position, locked tail-to-tail. Yeah, they used those knots to ‘seal the deal', so to say. That knot had been the widest part of Nexis' 15-incher even before, nearly hitting the 4-inch mark in width, and now it was growing even bigger inside her... how big would it GET?

Pretty damned big, as it turned out. Inflating with a massive rush of blood that actually left Nexis noticeably lightheaded, the knot swelled to a dizzying size, a hair's breadth short of 7 inches across. Even Kaveri's elastic physiology found it hard to compensate, and a large bulge was clearly visible on her abdomen. On the other hand, where she'd previously thought that a 15-inches long, 3 inches wide cock did a pretty good job of filling her up, she found whole new definitions for ‘fullness' now, with a feeling like she was being stretched nearly to the breaking-point. (She was) She also felt quite certain that the knot was doing what it was designed to do â€" locking them together. Nexis couldn't have pulled out if she tried. She found the feeling of thus being joined at the hip, strangely erotic.

Nexis was still moving, too â€" as much as the knot would allow her to, anyway. Short, but powerful, thrusts repeatedly hammered Kaveri's cervix, and every time Nexis pulled back, the knot would pull at her labia, causing her groin to extend outwards obscenely. It did not, however, last for long â€" within two minutes of the knot inflating, Nexis' willpower ran out, and with a moan, she opened up the sluices. A flood of thick, white cum streamed through the tightly-clenched rod, emerging from the tip â€" conveniently nestled directly at the mouth of the womb, thanks to the knot â€" and filling Kaveri up to overflowing within seconds. Her womb, previously squeezed together by the pressure of Nexis' rampaging cock, was now inflated, ballooning outwards and upwards. There were now two visible bulges on her abdomen â€" one right above her pussy, and one 10 inches higher. Barely a droplet of cum escaped around the tight seal of the knot.

They stayed like that for a minute or two, both of them catching their breaths. Nexis wasn't moving anymore, but her knot wasn't going down either. Between that and the warm cumload filling her womb, Kaveri was still floating in a feeling of general pleasure and fullness, but the mind-blowing orgasms had stopped rolling over her, and her desire had been slaked enough to restore some semblance of reason. Many questions emerged from her clearing mind, seeking an outlet. What had she just done? Had she seriously just given up her closely-guarded virginity to a jungle savage? However, the question that finally escape from her mouth was "How long is... that going to stay like that?"

Nexis seemed momentarily baffled by the question, but then noticed Kaveri starring down at her bulging abdomen. "Ah... swelling will go down soon." Even as she opened her mouth to request further specification, Kaveri realized that such a primitive people probably wouldn't have any more accurate way to measure time, than the rising and setting of the sun. Then Nexis happily volunteered some extra information. "But no worry, Kaysee. We Tavier are strong. I will be good for many more times tonight! We can try many more things. You never done this before, yes? You taught me much. Now I teach you!"

She opened and closed her mouth a few times, trying to come up with a polite way to turn down the offer. Okay, so she'd lost her virginity â€" nothing to do about that now. And that dozen-plus of ecstatic orgasms had certainly been nice, but for now, her head was clear, and she needed to put a stop to this before it went any further. Then the two minutes were up, and she felt the knot shrink inside her... as it returned to its customary, 4-inch girth, her pussy â€" previously stretched as far as the elastic tissue could go â€" rapidly tightened back down, causing the bulge on her groin to quickly disappear. Then Nexis pulled out, grinding her still-hard pleasure-rod over all the sensitive places within her one more time, followed by a deluge of sticky, white cum as the contents of Kaveri's womb rapidly flowed out of the newly-cleared orifice, returning her belly to its former, flat state.

The sensation made her eyes flicker and her back arch â€" even the flow of warm cum over the erogenous zones within her recently-deflowered slit seemed incredibly sensual. Then, she just felt empty... and immediately, her pulse began to rise again, as lust once more began to consume her. Her fingers, all automatically, crawled near her dripping, still-open cunt, gently exploring the mixture of pussy-juice and cum that leaked from it. It wasn't enough. More than a dozen orgasms, just wasn't enough. She wanted more... why was she trying to come up with a way to stop Nexis from teaching her all about the pleasures of sex? Clearly, the ‘girl' was both experienced and talented at it. She could learn much... and experience so, so much more pleasure.

"Yes... I think I'd like that..." she said, with more confidence than most of her previous statements, while absentmindedly running a finger across her dry lips. She still felt hot, like she had a fever, despite the cool jungle-night around her. Then, as she licked her lips, she noticed a strange taste... salty-bitter, with a tinge of tangy sweetness in the background. Strangely arousing. She licked her lips a few more times, then looked down at her fingers, only then realizing that they were nearly covered in goo. Nexis, too, had noticed. "You like taste, yes? I am glad â€" you are delicious, too. Come, you want more?" The shemale grinned, thrusting her hips suggestively towards Kaveri, who found herself hypnotized by the sight...

The coppery-colored cock was impressive enough on its own, and the knowledge that all that had just fitted inside her just made it seem even more unreal, but what now caught her eye, in the wavering firelight, was how it glistened wet. The entire 15-inch length was coated with her own juices, and caked with remnants of Nexis' cum, most of which was now pooled on the ground between her legs. The taste actually WAS pretty good... and after all, Nexis had done the same for her, pleasuring her with her tongue. And while Kaveri had always been a stickler for collecting debts, she also always made sure to repay any favor given her. It was only fair, after all...

With that thought satisfying her logical mind â€" for now, at least â€" she pulled herself up to her hands and knees, crawling closer to Nexis, who seemed perfectly happy to just kneel there with her impossibly-huge tool pointing at the stars. She could smell it, too, with her keen, vulpine nose... it was the scent that did it, really. It was as unmistakable to a fox's nose as a fresh kill: The thick, musky smell of sex. She could smell herself on it, and Nexis' scent was stronger than ever as her nose approached it. Carefully, she lifted one paw, to wrap it around the base. Her fingers couldn't reach, not even close. It truly was an incredible size... easily the size of her own forearm, elbow and hand included!

It was soft to the touch, she found... where before it had stood inside her as solidly as a marble pillar, it now felt almost fragile in her hand. While Nexis hadn't exactly gone flaccid, it was clear that blasting off a cum-load like that, didn't leave her entirely unaffected. Her nose was nearly touching the shaft now. It was the moment of truth for her. Could she really go through with this? Yes, decided her tongue, swiping out swiftly between her jowls, licking up the underside of the rod, nearly reaching the head, and gently teasing the whiskers before pulling back inside her mouth. She shivered at the taste, as well as the implication. It was intensely erotic, and she felt her still-dripping cunt contract with renewed lust. Above her, Nexis emitted a strange yelp as she felt the raspy tongue on her sensitized tool.

Looking up in brief surprise at the noise, she saw Nexis' face distorted with lust, and felt a smile creep across her face. Suddenly, she saw the real appeal of oral sex... not just the taste, but the feeling of power. Before, Nexis had been like a supernaturally-endowed sex-machine, bearing down on her defenseless self â€" but now that she had her paw and tongue wrapped around her cock, Nexis was reduced to whimpering in response. Eager to explore the extends of this power â€" and equally eager for more of the delicious goo that covered the arm-sized member â€" she began the tongue-lashing in earnest.

Like a dog licking water from a bowl, she coated Nexis' cock in her saliva, drinking down Nexis' cum and her own pussy-juices with equal delight in the process, and listening to the warrior-woman's response with barely-hidden amusement. Under her hand, she felt the tissue gradually harden, and found that she was strangely proud of the accomplishment. Despite being (until very recently) a virgin, and previously completely uninterested in all matters sexual, she was able to tease an experienced lover back to full hardness within minutes. With the growing hardness, she could actually support her weight on the hand that still held tightly at the base of the cock, leaving her other hand free to creep back between her legs. Her fingers felt clumsy as they dug into the soft tissue there, but they still brought some relief from the fires burning ever-hotter in her loins.

Watching her beloved Kaysee finger herself with ample enthusiasm, while lapping away eagerly at her rock-hard cock, Nexis felt the lust rising within her. She was already more than ready to go for round two, but she did not want to interrupt the delightful treatment she was receiving. In a flash of insight, she realized that if she came now, it'd go all over Kaysee, who had fur instead of the smooth scales she was used to amongst her own people. It might be messy. But as Kaveri refocused her attention on the most sensitive part of the tool â€" the head, where she lashed her tongue repeatedly across the very tip, teasing the hole of the urethra â€" she suddenly found herself unable to focus on that possible issue, as she rapidly lost control of her reflexes.

"Kaysee! I come now!" Was all she managed to shout before her knot rapidly inflated. The same knot that Kaveri was, at the time, holding on to for stability. As its circumference rapidly grew, it also stretched the skin tauter, making it smoother â€" and with those two factors working together, Kaveri suddenly found her hand slipping, loosing her grip. Before she could disentangle her other hand from her soggy cunny, she lost her balance and fell face-forwards into Nexis' cock, mouth half-open in a scream of surprise â€" which was, of course, cut off before it could start, as the 3-inch cockhead entered her mouth, stretching both her lips and the ligaments holding her jaw in place.

It would probably have broken or unseated her jaw, if it hadn't been for her magically-enhanced elasticity. As it was, her fall was broken when the cockhead hit the back of her throat, widening that as well... fortunately, by then, she'd managed to get both her hands in place to support herself on Nexis' knees, so she avoided the choking-hazard. Still, a cockhead bigger than her own fist was filling her mouth out, and before she could reorient herself and figure out a good way to pull her head back up without getting her teeth tangled up in the whiskers that were now tickling her gums, several factors â€" including her teeth grinding across the shaft, her throat tightening around the cockhead as Kaveri fought her gag-reflex, and watching the fox-girl seemingly try to deep-throat the imposing mating-tool â€" came together to trigger the second stage of Nexis' orgasm in record time.

With a groan, Nexis' orgasm was consummated, and thick ropes of cum shot out of the tip of her cock, straight into Kaveri's throat. Her eyes widened as she felt a waterfall of slimy, white goodness fill her mouth, and with little other recourse, she swallowed rapidly. Her throat worked hard and fast, making the gulps visible even from the outside as she swiftly drank down the half-gallon of thick, hot sperm. Barely able to keep up with the steady, high-pressure flooding, however, she pulled her head upwards, carefully disentangling the spurting head from between her teeth, and thus managed to catch the last couple of spurts in her mouth instead of straight down her throat. The musky taste, far more concentrated in this whole mouthful of undiluted sperm, than it had ever been in the cum-stains she's licked off of the shaft previously, made her eyes roll in delight...and after letting it wash over her tongue a few times, she dutifully swallowed it, sending it after the rest of the load into her gullet.

As she pulled away, a string of cum and spittle connected her mouth to Nexis' cock for a few seconds, before it broke, swinging down to soak into her already sweat-mattered fur. She was breathing hard, both from the excitement, and from nearly choking, but she wasn't nearly done. In fact, she was nearly as horny as when they'd begun, having worked herself into a lustful frenzy during the oral intercourse, as her untrained fingers failed to find the magic spot, merely teasing herself instead of reaching the much-wanted orgasm. Fortunately, Nexis' rod was still standing proud, undiminished by two monumental climaxes, as the knot at the base once again shrank back down to a manageable size. She needed it inside of her again, and she needed it now.

Inexperienced as she was in human sexual endeavors, it was only natural that she now followed the fox-instincts that lurked at the back of her mind. The fox, after all, didn't need to learn â€" it knew exactly what to do. And so she did, turning around while on all fours, presenting her butt to Nexis with her tail lifted. She said nothing â€" words were unnecessary at this point. And sure enough, Nexis got the message just fine, sitting up straighter as her cock almost instantly returned to full hardness at the erotic sight. Licking her lips, Nexis approach the inviting buttocks, placing both of her hands on her lover's hips as she thrust her sopping-wet cock forwards...

The stance that Kaveri had assumed was far from unknown amongst the Tavier... but instead of simply meaning, as one might expect, ‘Fuck me like an animal', it carried an oddly specific meaning to them. It was an established ‘submissive' stance, one that basically said "Do what you want with me, I don't mind a bit of pain..." In fact, it was almost universally recognizes as an invitation for one specific thing, and horny as she was, it did not occur to Nexis that it might not have exactly the same meaning to her Kaysee.

And so, it took Kaveri entirely by surprise when she felt Nexis' bulbous cockhead touch her anus â€" and filled her with more than surprise when Nexis quickly worked up a moderately-powerful snap-thrust, smashing her well-lubricated 3-incher into Kaveri's unexplored nether region in one blow. 7 inches of thick cockmeat opened up Kaveri's ass in the blink of an eye, stretching her untried sphincter nearly to the breaking-point, and hitting the ‘bend' in her lower intestine with enough force to force the air from her lungs. Nexis felt the stretchy tissue of Kaveri's insides stop her entry, and nodded in recognition. It was normal for Kaysee's kind, after all.

The Tavier, as you might have guessed by now, keep most of their digestive system higher in the chest than humans do, and as such, a 15-inch anal penetration is entirely possible for them. With this in mind, Nexis pulled halfway out, and spun her tail in preparation to demonstrate her most spectacular sexual trick â€" the Woodpecker Thrust. Considered somewhat of a golden grail amongst the sex-hungry Tavier, the complex technique was a further development of the snap-thrust, using carefully-balanced hip-movements along with precisely-timed tail-swings to absorb the force of a rebounding thrust, and pour it right back in again. Effectively, it allowed the user to throw several snap-thrusts in rapid succession.

And so, while Kaveri was still trying to catch her breath and figure out what the hell just happened â€" she'd never even HEARD of anal sex before â€" Nexis unleashed the unbelieveable thrust-combo. Her battle-hardened arms held Kaveri's ass in a vice-like grip, while a dozen blows, each powerful enough to split rock, poured inside her ass. Each time, the rampaging rod would straighten an inch or two of intestine â€" which held up to the punishment only due to the supernatural elasticity â€" and then bounce back, only to have that bounce reflected into the next, even harder, thrust. Five seconds later, this had happened twelve times, and Kaveri's insides had been sufficiently rearranged for Nexis' knot to plop inside the sphincter.

With full penetration attained, Nexis paused to catch her breath. The Woodpecker thrust required enormous endurance as well as split-second timing, and she'd only mastered it a couple of weeks before she was banished. She was, frankly, surprised that she'd managed to do a full dozen thrusts without running out of energy. Maybe it was because she was hornier than she'd ever been before... oh, sure, she'd eaten Xavus-fruits before â€" she'd had the traditional 5 for her coming-of-age feast â€" but this was more than just the fruit. Kaysee was so deliciously different from everything she'd ever known â€" in appearance, in feeling, in taste... it was like her first time all over again, only this time, with a girl she loved, instead of just some youth who admired her for her unusual coloration and hunting-talents.

Meanwhile, Kaveri was trying to recover from having her insides shaken into a new formation. IT had happened so suddenly that she'd barely had time to feel any pain, and now she was just feeling her ass clutch tightly around Nexis' cock. It felt even bigger now, with her intestines wrapped so tightly around it that she could make out every vein, and feel the exact contours of the ridges and whiskers. The feeling of fullness that her first fuck had taught her to enjoy, was even more present here â€" and with the veil of utter horniness covering her, the enduring pain of the incredible stretching seemed almost unimportant.

Then, Nexis caught her breath, and started moving again. Her previous two orgasms had taken off quite a lot of pressure, so she felt confident that she could go for a while this time. And so, she began fucking in earnest, her ridged cock stimulating the tautly-stretched intestines. She wasn't gentle, either â€" though far from the crushing entry of the Woodpecker Thrust, her movements were swift and powerful, putting all of her not-inconsiderable strength behind each thrust. Flexing her hips to the maximum, she made the motions long enough to pull out nearly 10 inches of her considerable length, on each thrust. Enough to tease the sphincter with her ridges â€" not that the frequent, and violent, removal and reentry of her un-swollen knot didn't do that anyway.

Tight though Kaveri's ass was, the lubrication was plentiful, and as Nexis continued to pour thrust after thrust into it, the elastic tissue gradually relaxed, making it possible for Nexis to speed up even more. The toughness of a jungle-survivor was now put to work, maintaining a dizzying speed as their groins repeatedly collided, flattening the fur on Kaveri's buttocks. Kaveri, meanwhile, was busy learning about anal orgasms, encountering 3 in rapid succession. The resulting anal contractions made Nexis swoon, and Kaveri roll her eyes back into her head as she felt her ass tighten harshly around an unyielding intruder.

Those contractions, too, helped relax the tightness of the orifice, particularly the sphincter which â€" having been ripped open by Nexis' knot at least once per second for several minutes â€" seemed to have given up on keeping the intruder outside, hanging meekly open to let the knot pass â€" and pushing quite a bit of air inside in the process, resulting in some farting sounds that made Nexis giggle â€" Kaveri, meanwhile, was too busy with her fourth and fifth anal orgasm to be embarrassed.

Eager to prove that she wasn't always as triggerhappy as the first two times, Nexis exercised supreme self-discipline, and managed to keep herself in check for another ten minutes â€" making it just over fifteen minutes since she'd first put it in. Then, finally pushed beyond her boundaries, she buried herself fully in Kaveri's ass, and let her knot inflate. The fox-girl gasped at the feeling â€" it was so impossibly big inside her, nearly the size of her head. And yet, between her magical elasticity, and the muscle-relaxation brought on by the fifteen-minute session, it fit. She could actually feel her hip-bones bend under the pressure. It hurt... but it was a GOOD kind of hurt.

Then, realizing that her knot was locked so tightly that she literally couldn't move a millimeter, Nexis released the last shreds of her self-control, and came. The plentiful white goo flowed into Kaveri, filling her with a feeling of warmth. Together with the incredible tightness of the knot â€" which was literally forcing her anus outwards â€" it made her climax again. The load wasn't as big as the previous ones, but she could still feel it filling her upper intestines, forced to flow inwards by the utterly-impassable seal of the knot. The tightness was such that not even the slightest dribble of sperm escaped.

They stayed like that for a couple of minutes, not talking, both of them merely enjoying the feeling of tightness, warmth, and mutual closeness. Then, the swelling of Nexis' knot went down, and â€" almost regretfully â€" she pulled out. The cum-covered tool slithered out of the widely-stretched hole, leaving it hanging open as the breeze caressed the rubbed-raw flesh. A small waterfall of cum followed, but not as much as one might have thought â€" a lot of it had been pulled deeper into the digestive system by muscular action already.

Still on her knees, with her boobs pressed flat against the ground, and a pool of drool beside her mouth, Kaveri spoke for the first time in half an hour. "More..." Another six orgasms. Still not enough. She'd learned of many new sorts of pleasure. The pain was insignificant. She needed more. Nexis smiled broadly. "Yes, Kaysee. I will teach you much more." Pulling Kaveri up from her prone position by the shoulders, she brought their faces together and let her tongue slip into Kaveri's half-open mouth. This time, she was delighted to feel the fox's raspy tongue move against her own, wrestling with it, and even entering her mouth as their lips sealed and their breasts were mashed flat against one another.

The sound of sex filled the jungle night, as the cool breeze caressed slick scales and sweat-mattered fur alike. With the firelight dancing against their shapely bodies, they joined together again and again, exploring new ways and positions, and revisiting old ones with renewed vigor. When the fire went out, they continued under the light of the stars and the moon, grinding hips against hips with locked lips, tasting each other's most intimate fluids, sharing their bodies for love and for pleasure. Nexis had not exaggerated about Tavieri endurance, and her own was better than most. She climaxed 14 times. Kaveri had lost count of HER orgasms before the first fuck was through, but loosely assessed, the total count for her was probably somewhere in the neighborhood of 80.

Finally, however, as dawn neared, their bodies gave out. Kaveri fell asleep while sitting astride Nexis, her womb once again touching the coppery cockhead in eager expectation of being filled with hot sperm once more. Her head resting against Nexis' neck, she slipped into unconsciousness, and did not even wake when her lover's 14th cum-load filled her pussy, drooling out of the once-tight hole to add another coat to Nexis' groin. Nexis, equally exhausted, looked down at her sleeping vixen with a happy smile on her inhuman lips, before letting sleep claim her as well. Siven had woken up over an hour ago, and had observed his mistress' acrobatics with utter disinterest â€" he'd look out for them as they slept.

It was past noon when they finally awoke. Kaveri was somewhat embarassed to wake up with a semi-flaccid cock still buried in her pussy â€" the Tavier, as it turned out, never fully ‘deflated' their impressive tools, and had to deliberately concentrate to pull it back in the pouch. But when her movements caused Nexis to wake up as well, and the tall warrior greeted her by grabbing her head in both hands and kissing her deeply, everything just sorta' seemed all right. Awkwardly climbing off, she tried to clean off the stains of dried cum that practically covered her inner thighs â€" without much luck, until Nexis handed her a handful of leaves from a nearby bush, and showed her how breaking them in halves released a clear juice that dissolved the stains â€" while releasing a refreshing, lemony scent.

She felt like she should say something â€" like they needed to ‘talk' about what had happened last night... but she didn't really know what to say. Nexis didn't look like she needed any talk, either. She just looked very happy, and was even more physical than usual, reaching out a hand for a casual touch, or going in for a full-on hug whenever the opportunity offered itself. And as they packed up the campsite, she realized that she found it quite reassuring. Then, as Nexis' arms enfolded her from behind, she felt the snake-like girl nuzzle her neck. "I like your fur. It's cozy." Kaveri didn't answer. She just sort of leaned back into the embrace, feeling the warmth of it, and decided that she wouldn't really mind if it just continued forever.

But end it did, and soon, they were walking again. Nexis wasn't walking in front anymore, though, and instead they walked side-by-side, their hands often brushing, and their gaze seeking each other's eyes. Around evening, they reached a grove near a trickling stream, where flowers of many sorts grew in profusion. Amongst them, easily recognizable for its characteristic shape, was the orchid that Kaveri had come to the jungle to find. Reaching into her backpack, Kaveri carefully pulled out an enchanted specimen-jar, of a type often used by alchemist to keep ingredients fresh, and with almost reverential care, she picked one of the flowers and placed it in the jar. Inside, the magic forces took over, causing the flower to float in the middle of the jar, locked in a temporal stasis that would both keep it safe, and keep it from decaying.

"So... now you have flower, you can become human again, yes?" Nexis asked her from behind, sounding strangely sad. Looking at the flower floating gently inside the jar, Kaveri remembered Nexis' earlier comment about her fur... and she remembered the night before, when the elasticity granted by the magical mishap had allowed her to enjoy things that would've killed her if she was still human. And she thought about all the times during the trip when the increased endurance and enhanced senses of her foxy side had helped her. Clicking her tongue, she pushed the jar into her backpack, and stood up. "Well, we'll see."

"It's just a possibility, and I'm not even sure I want it anymore..." she continued as she turned around to smile at her newfound lover. "And besides, it's a long way back to Flenceburg. I'll figure it out along the way. Maybe you'd like to come along? I can teach you more about the human world when we're actually out there, and you can teach me... other things." She smiled coquetishly, unused to flirting. Nexis' face broke into a huge grin, and she leaped in to hug her tightly. "YES, of course Kaysee, I will follow you ANYWHERE!" Kaveri closed her eyes and let a warm smile spread across her face as she returned the embrace. She wondered â€" when she eventually managed to get home by the much slower, much less certain roads of the ground, which would disappoint her mother more â€" her dropping out of Magic College, or her new ‘girlfriend'? Either way, she could look forwards to spending plenty of nights with her amazing lover, before she even had to worry about whether or not to keep her fur-coat...

THE END

...for now, anyway. Who knows, after all... it's a long way from the Green Hell to Flenceburg, when you can't fly. Lots could happen. Just sayin'.