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Consciousness slowly returned to the coyote. She felt sore, and tired, like she'd just had a brutal workout. In a manner of speaking, she thought with a grin, she had. Sam couldn't help but smile dreamily as she recalled the memory of so many well-hung studs, surrounding her, touching her, and fucking her in every way possible until she passed out from the pleasure.

She opened her eyes a moment later, finding herself in a small round hut of some sort. Thick, geometrically patterned blankets lined the floor, providing a surprisingly comfortable place to sprawl. It was dark- but dry, cool, and cozy.

Sam looked down at herself, finding she was still naked (no surprise there), but someone had taken the courtesy of cleaning the untold amount of cum from her fur.

"Sam," Chip's voice said in her ear, "we need to talk." With an AI implanted in her skull, Sam always had someone to talk to- whether she wanted it or not. Still, marooned and naked on an uncharted planet, she was glad to have the help.

"Ah. Right." She muttered. "Knew I was forgetting something."

"As much as your ... greeting with the natives may have been a good step in pursuing your goals, I have some vital news."

"Such as?"

"While you were ... indisposed, I started a preliminary analysis of the planet's atmosphere. It's perfectly breathable, but there's an odd compound in the mix- I believe it's effects are aphrodisiac."

"So everyone's breathing viagra?"

"To put it crudely, yes. As a result, most everyone on the planet is continually in a state of low-level arousal. I imagine this was why you received such an ... enthusiastic reception from the natives."

"Huh." Sam said, and stared at the thatched ceiling of the hut. "I guess that does make sense."

"There's more. You see, the natives have had a lifetime of exposure to acclimate themselves to the atmosphere. What effect it'll have on you, I can't say."

"Great. Anything else I should know?"

"I've also been able to set up a basic translation program- not only can you understand the natives now, you'll be able to communicate with them as well."

"Now that, I can use." Sam said, "just need to figure out if I'm a guest or a prisoner."

"Don't sell yourself short. You've been doing far better than I expected, in the situation you're in. I'm quite impressed with how well you've done with the local, ah, customs."

"Yeah." Sam said, and felt her pussy clench a little, already dampening again. "The customs."

"From the data you've gathered," Chip went on, blissfully unaware of the blush in Sam's cheeks, or of the growing heat between her legs, "I've been able to construct a few preliminary hypotheses about the planet."

"Obviously, the warmer climate has precluded a need for much in the way of covering, and thusly the planet simply has no nudity taboo. In addition, the aphrodisiac nature of the atmospheric chemistry has resulted in a society that's necessarily somewhat more open in terms of sexuality."

"I noticed."

"My suggestion is to comply with the local customs, which will likely make the natives positively predisposed towards you, even though you're a newcomer."

"So you're saying I should fuck them so they like me?"

"That's the crass way of putting it, yes. My readings on your hormone levels and vital signs show you're quite thoroughly enjoying yourself, however."

"Okay, that's true." Sam curled her toes at the memory of being so thoroughly, literally, completely fucked. She idly ran a hand down her belly, fingers drawn inexorably to her warming sex.

"I'll continue to gather what cultural and biological data I can, but for the most part, you'll have to fend for yourself, Sam."

"Uh huh." The coyote said, absently. She bit at her lower lip and indulged herself with just one finger sliding into her pussy- just a little.

"Someone's coming, Sam," said Chip.

"But I haven't even started!" Sam complained.

The leather flap that served as the hut's door opened, nearly blinding Sam with the sudden burst of light. Startled, Sam stopped touching herself. The coyote held her hand up against the glare, and squinted at the figure who entered.

The equine woman was tall, nearly amazonian. Sam couldn't quite tell how old the woman was- probably older than her own twenty three years, but whatever kind of life the tall equine led certainly kept her in shape. The tall woman wasn't quite as sculpted as the horsemen Sam had met earlier, but even in the shadows of the dimly lit hut, Sam could make out the lines of taut muscle across her limbs and torso. Her mane was long, brown, and ruffled by the prairie winds. A few beads and feathers had been braided into her hair- one of the few bits of decoration she wore. She carried a satchel of woven grass at her side, the strap thrown casually over one shoulder.

The amazon was naked, of course. Every inch of her light brown coat on display. Broad lines drawn in white paint decorated her body, highlighting her generous, tempting frame. Faintly, Sam recognized the patterns as those matching the blankets she was laying on.

The amazon's breasts were proportionate to her build; which is to say, big. They were tugged down just slightly by the pull of gravity, and a little extra padding on the woman's hips gave her a slightly matronly air. Brown nipples stood proudly from the woman's chest- the very same color as the wrinkled lips between her legs.

The enticing, musky scent of grass and sweat followed as the amazon entered. Sam sat up, and instinctively reached for a blanket, only to stop herself. Apparently this was a culture without a nudity taboo. When in Rome, Sam told herself.

"Don't be afraid." The woman said as she lowered herself to the blankets in front of Sam. She sat crosslegged, which gave Sam an unobstructed view of the amazon's pussy. The coyote felt herself wet her lips, involuntarily. How strong was that aphrodisiac in the air?

Sam forced her eyes back upwards, to the amazon woman's deep, gentle brown eyes.

"Can you understand me?" The amazon said.

Sam nodded.

"Good." The woman smiled, "My name is Rema. I'm the Priestess of this tribe. I hope the boys didn't treat you too roughly."

"Nothing I didn't enjoy." Sam blurted. She found her mouth a little dry as she spoke aloud.

"Ha! So you can speak! The boys didn't mention that part. Then again, it's hard to talk with a mouth full of dick. Here," Rema reached into her satchel and pulled out a small, stopped gourd. "Drink this."

Sam blinked at the bluntness, but took it in stride. Different planet, different culture, after all. She uncorked the primitive bottle and took a drink. Cool, sweet water flowed into Sam's mouth, and she drank eagerly, suddenly reminded of how thirsty she was.

"Do you have a name?" Rema said, and sat down on the blankets, crosslegged. Sam did her best not to stare at the horse woman's casually exposed pussy.

"Samantha." She said, "My friends call me Sam."

"Strange name."

"I'm ... I'm from a long way from here." Sam said.

"I thought so. It's not often we get canines in this part of the steppe."

"I bet."

"You are welcome to stay as long as you like-- it's not good to travel alone."

"Thank you, but ... I can't stay. Not long, at least."

"I understand. But something tells me you're not in a hurry." Rema said with a sly wink. She set a strong hand on Sam's bare knee, and sent a little electric thrill up the coyote's leg. "Frankly, I'm surprised you're already this worked up." Rema pushed Sam's leg to the side, and looked directly at the coyote's crotch. "I can smell you already."

Sam squirmed under the taller woman's gaze, and felt her nipples stiffen, however involuntarily. "Hey!" she sputtered, "What do you think you're doing?"

"You haven't figured it out yet?" Rema said, and kissed Sam.

Sam just melted, opening her mouth to Rema's lips and tongue. The coyote let out an involuntary whine, and a shiver rolled up from her pussy, through her stomach, and somehow caught in her throat. Sam put her hands on Rema's chest, though whether to just touch her or push her away, she wasn't sure.

"I'm sorry," Sam said, blushing again, "I've never been with another woman before."

"No?" Rema asked- her gentle eyes were surprised, but understanding.

Sam thought of a fumbling encounter at a party in college. "No, not really."

Rema covered her mouth and laughed softly. "How quaint. You really must come from a faraway land."

"You don't know the half of it." Sam glanced down, and realized her hands were still on Rema's generous breasts. Rema just smiled, and arced her back. Dark nipples stiffened against Sam's fingers.

"Go on. Touch me. You know you want to." Rema wet her lips and stretched out, presenting her sleek, muscled frame for Sam's exploration. The white of her body paint almost glowed in the dim light of the hut.

"I just ... I mean, we just met. And now you're ... " Sam trailed off.

"It is my responsibility as a good host to make sure your needs are fufilled. You are our guest- we cannot let you go thirsty. Or hungry. Or unsatisfied." Rema winked. "Besides, if I let you out of this hut, smelling like you are, the whole tribe would be on you until you passed out, and then we'd be back where we started. Now-" Rema said, smiling, "let me help you."

Her hands were just as strong as those of the stallions from before, though gentler. She pulled Sam to her, and laid back, easily cradling the coyote in her arms. Sam breathed deeply of Rema's earthy, enticing scent, and nuzzled into the equine's ample tits. Sam ran her hands over Rema's smooth coat, feeling the enticing, strong muscles beneath.

Rema let out a delighted laugh as Sam closed her lips around one of her taut, dark nipples, and began to suck and tease. Every little sound Rema made, every time Rema moved, only encouraged Sam further. The heat between her legs grew, and Sam felt herself slipping away. The amazon merely laid back, passively allowing Sam to touch, to explore, to experiment. Sam finally forced herself away from Rema's breasts, and worked her way downwards, over her belly, until Sam finally came to crouch between Rema's spread legs, marveling in the sight of the amazon's crinkled outer lips.

Surprising herself with her lack of hesitation, Sam flicked her tongue out, dragging it up the length of Rema's bared pussy. Rema sighed pleasantly, and ran fingers through Sam's headfur.

Only encouraged, Sam began to lap and lick at Rema's pussy, reveling in the woman's sweet, intoxicating taste. Sam reached up and gently parted Rema's outer lips, getting better access to the moist flesh within. The feeling of smooth, silky flesh on her tongue only encouraged Sam to push deeper.

Sam curled her long tongue up deeper, and earned a sharp, pleasured gasp from Rema. Sam smiled (at least as best she could, tongue-deep in another woman), and kept going at that one spot. Soon enough, Rema's corded legs tensed, and the tall woman shook in pleasure as an orgasm took her. Rema bucked her hips upwards, nearly dislodging Sam from the comfortable position between her legs.

Rema sighed and laid back, shivering with the after effects of her climax. Her ample chest rose up and down enticingly with each deep breath, and her taut nipples jutted proudly upward at the roof of the hut. Unable to resist the temptation, Sam pulled playfully at one of Rema's nipples, triggering another enticing, full-body shiver from the tall woman.

Why hadn't I done this before? Sam couldn't help but think to herself.

Rema batted playfully at Sam's hand, and sat up. "Mmm. You're just as insatiable as my son said you were."

Son? Sam thought- but before she could ask any more questions, Rema was on her. She easily hoisted Sam's lower half into the air, leaving the coyote's shoulders pressed into the floor of the hut. Rema bowed down towards her exposed sex and dragged her lips over Sam's pussy. The coyote moaned loudly, and felt the last vestiges of coherent thought escape her.

Where Sam's licks to Rema's pussy were sloppy and enthusiastic, Rema took a far more precise approach. Rema slowly, steadily ran her tongue over Sam's folds, methodically seeking out her most sensitive spots. Trapped by pleasure, Sam could do little but moan as Rema methodically played her pussy, touching her tongue to spots Sam didn't even know she had. Sam took in desperate, gasping breaths, trying (and failing) to keep some measure of control over herself. A short eternity later, Rema closed her lips around Sam's clit, and the coyote lost herself in the waves of electric pleasure washing over her body, every single nerve absolutely singing. Sam didn't know what kind of noise she made, but she faintly registered making a lot of it.

Rema lowered Sam back to the blankets, gentle. Sam panted, and simply lay there as Rema pulled two small bits of cloth from her bag, using one to clean up Sam's sodden pussy, and the other for her own. Sam twitched as she felt the soft cloth brush over her.

Eventually, Sam managed to push herself back up to a sitting position.

Damn, these people are exhausting.

Rema just smiled, patient. "Mmmm. Better? I hope that should sate you for awhile-- I need to show you the rest of the tribe. Come, follow me." Rema stood and headed for the door. Sam found herself admiring the tall woman's shapely ass, which was only partly concealed by Rema's long, brushlike tail. Sam shook her head out of her lust-induced haze, and got to her feet.

They walked out of the hut, into the village beyond. Several round tents were set up in a loose circle, with small cooking fires scattered here and there. More equines milled about their business, weaving grass fabrics or sharpening knives or other primitive chores that Sam didn't recognize. A few well-built males tended to a herd of large reptilian creatures at the edge of the encampment. The big quadrapeds were non sapient pack beasts, to judge by the rope bridles draped around their snouts.

As she walked out of the tent, the bustle of activity in the little village slowed down dramatically. While the adults at least tried to conceal their curiosity, many of the children didn't, staring wide-eyed at Sam as she stood out in the open. She took in a deep breath, blushing as she felt so many eyes on her. Everyone else in the tribe was just as naked as she was. Years of wilderness life had sculpted nearly every equine Sam saw into a lean, refined, near-perfect form. The horse-morphs had coats ranging from black to brown to tan to white, and many speckled combinations therof.

Sam realized that they stared because she was a coyote, not because she was in her bare fur. She felt exposed anyway, and shivered a bit. Despite the warm air, Sam felt her nipples stiffen as she stepped into the open. Despite the 'help' she'd received from Rema earlier, Sam felt a familiar, urgent warmth between her legs. She looked over the tribal horses with hungry, appraising eyes. Men, women-- she didn't care. Sam just wanted to lose herself in a sea of thick cocks and generous breasts. Perhaps seeing the lusty look in Sam's eye, many of the equines gave her equally sultry looks in turn. Some of the men even went so far as to stroke themselves, showing off for Sam- while one tan-furred woman arched her back, putting her more than ample chest on display.

What's gotten into me? She thought. Besides, like, a whole bunch of dicks.And Rema's fingers. And tongue.

Sam blinked. Maybe the aphrodisiac atmosphere had been getting the best of her.

"You must be hungry." Rema said, and led Sam over towards a circle of cushions near the center of the camp. She sat crossleged on one, and Sam did the same. "Here, eat."

A slim, white-furred horse-girl brought over a large bowl of some sort of breadlike pastry, and a large bottle. Sam's stomach growled at the enticing scent, and she realized she hadn't eaten anything beyond a ration bar ever since she landed. Sam's eyes darted from the food to the naked equine serving it, torn between her two basest instincts. Food or fuck?

Hunger won out, however temporarily, and Sam scarfed down the first of the pastries in just a few bites. To her pleasant surprise, there were some kind of sweet berries baked into the thing, almost like a primitive muffin of some sort. The bottle was filled with a heavy, warm beer-- refreshing, in its own way. As Sam drank, her eyes strayed back to the serving girl-- a willowy teenager, by the look of her. Noticing Sam's roving gaze, she shot the coyote a saucy wink, and ran her hands over her sleek, naked body, displaying herself wantonly.

"Be good, Lavi." Rema reached over to slap the teen's bare ass, causing her to squeal playfully. "You'll have to wait your turn. It would reflect badly on us if our guest were to starve to death because she was too busy to eat."

Hell of a way to go, thought Sam.

She scarfed down her second muffin only slightly slower than the first. She washed the muffin-thing down with another mouthful of beer, and then leaned back a little bit as she felt the contented feeling of a full belly (as opposed to the feverish excitement of a full pussy) overtake her. "Thanks again, Rema. I don't know where I'd be right now if your, uh, son-" Sam chanced a look across the circle at the tall, naked stud, "-hadn't found me."

"There's no need to thank us. We do the same for everyone. Despite the many gifts this planet has to give, life is still hard. We offer what comfort we can. It has been like this ever since we stepped off the Ship."

Sam snapped out of her food-induced drowsiness. "Ship?"

"Why, yes. Even we 'tribals' know where we came from- don't let the city folk tell you any different. As a child, my great grandmother knew an old woman who had been on the Ship herself."

"Ah." Sam said, and did the math in her head, "that must've been quite some time ago."

"It was, but we didn't forget. We're not primitive; we saw a better way to live than the city folk- why dwell in the shadow of the Ship, when there's a whole planet available for us?" Rema gestured towards the horizon. "Life on the steppe isn't always easy, but nature provides. It's a good life."

Sam thought about lounging around in the nude, surrounded by tall, muscular, and eager-to-please equines. She shivered, even though she suddenly felt a few degrees warmer. "I'm sure it is."

"Sam." Chip chimed in the coyote's ear, "as much as I appreciate your enthusiasm for exploring this culture, I strongly suggest you find out more about this 'Ship,' as there may be resources there that we can make use of."

"How ... how far away is the Ship?" Sam said. As she noted the puzzled look Rema gave her, she added on; "I'm pretty lost, so I don't know."

"Several weeks travel by land." Rema said. "About half that, if you book passage with some of the river traders. There should be a barge passing by in the next few days."

"That soon?" Sam said, perking her ears. "Not that, uh, I haven't enjoyed my stay ... "

Rema laughed, and held up a hand. "No need to explain. I can tell you're a wanderer, a traveler at heart. You will always be welcome here, Sam, but we won't keep you, either."

"Thanks?" said Sam.

"In the meanwhile," Rema said, leaning back a little (which put her generous chest on display), "we do intend to make your visit ... memorable." Rema made an airy little gesture, and several equines of the tribe, men and women both, began to gather round. From her seated position, Sam found herself eye-to-genital with more equipment than she'd ever expected to see in one place.

Someone- Lavi, Sam realized from the glimpse of white-furred thighs, grabbed hold of Sam's hair, and pulled her muzzle to her invitingly wet pussy. Sam closed her eyes, opened her mouth, and savored the sweet, musky taste on her tongue.

It was going to be a very memorable night indeed.