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Amura By: Darkfang Magus. Part 1. Daughter of the Cat.

• * * ["Amura"](%5C) ## Prologue. ## In a past long forgotten by man, there lived many bestial races. The most revered of these beasts were those know as Catrai. Their kind was steeped in sorcery, but not since their beginnings had they been know as warlike beings. It is even said that they could take on the features of a human and walk among us. This is the story of one such Catrai. Born to parents she never knew, she was said to bear the markings of one cursed. Her fur, a deep blue that matched her eyes, was thought of as an unnatural, and altogether unholy thing. It is because of this that she was sent to a temple as a child, and kept from all things magical. Even so, her powers shone through at times. In the temple, she grew up with a close relative of hers. Being one of the few connections she had to family, she thought of him as a brother, calling him as such to a point that the young boy began to believe it. Many misfits came though the temple, Kanin and Catrai alike. Of these she knew few, though a girl named Chenoa promised to help her if ever they were to travel together. At maturity, she learned of her cousin Catherine. Soon the two girls became inseparable, or so it seemed. Amura always held a hidden jealousy for Catherine who spent much of her free time learning magic. As the years passed by, Amura could no longer abandon her true calling, though it would mean banishment, she would rather have that than a wasted life. ## 1 Amura's Departure ## It was early morning, just outside the village. Amura approached her cousin Catherine and embraced her amorously. She then hugged her brother. When they broke, she stepped back. This little village was not much, and she wished she could call it home, but even though she must leave, it would always be in her memories. Cat... Amura looked at the beautiful tigress and gave her a quick smile. Her best friend; like the big sister she never had. More than anyone else, maybe more than Amura herself, Cat knew why Amura must leave. Exile, an eternal punishment for any Catrai who leave the woods without permission from the queen. Can I really be doing this?. Amura was a restless spirit, there was a hunger within her and she sought to sate it somehow. What would be found in the world outside of here? That was what she needed to discover. Amura was raised to be of the toughest breed though and she refused to fear the unknown ahead of her. It hurt to leave, but she would not cry. Amura touched Cat's cheek with gentle fingertips and softly kissed her lips. "I love you, my friend." Cat simply smiled. Amura nodded to her brother, and noticed that he did not truly understand her leaving, but he accepted it. "Take care" she told him. He just nodded and flicked his tail. "It is time for me to go" They nodded in assent and wished her luck. Amura turned and began walking away. Her emotions were mixed, but she felt that this was the right thing to do.* Walking the trail, Amura couldn't help but be scared. She was leaving her little village in search of some calling. She hoped to become apprenticed by someone who could teach her to be a priestess, or maybe a mage. Before doing anything else, she needed to get in touch with an old friend of hers by the name of Chenoa. This particular friend had gone away some years ago and was currently residing in a town a short distance away. At least that was the last that Amura had heard. If all went well, the two of them could pool their resources and efforts to accomplish their goals. Chenoa supposedly had some money stashed away to help their plan along. That was good for Amura because she had no money herself. In fact, Amura was virtually naked, save for a beaten-up gold wristband that she wore. She planned to sell the thing for some meager funds to help her on her way, but that wouldn't be until she got to town anyhow. The town wasn't exactly close, but Amura was in good shape and felt that she could make the trip in a little over a week if she didn't encounter any difficulties. Amura was about five-foot nine and 130 pounds, though small compared to others in her family she was still formidable. She was of a half-feline race known as the Catrai, and as such, she had a coat of soft fur covering her entire body. The fur was a dark blue over her back with several stripes crossing it. As it came across her sides, it faded to a white over her belly, and down her limbs. Her distinguishing trait was a band of four black stripes going around her left arm. After some hours of walking, Amura yawned, exposing long fangs, and decided to take a nap. Finding a nice shady spot near a tree, she lay down and tried to get comfortable. The next morning she began walking, and by the end of the day, she was tired and hungry but had made a lot of distance. It had become quite dark and she decided it was time to sleep. Amura found a comfortable spot in the grass, and then curled up to sleep. Unfortunately, sleep did not come easily. As she lay in the cool night air, her hands made their way to her exposed breasts. Amura purred softly as her fingers tweaked her nipples. Before Amura knew what she was doing, she had slid her right hand down between her legs. Amura arched her back instinctively as she traced her fingers across the moist lips of her sex. She brought her tail up and slid it into her pussy. With every movement of her tail, her purring grew louder. She pushed her tail further in with every thrust, feeling it slide across her hand and into her body. As her sexual energy increased, sweat beaded on her brow and the four stripes on her left arm began to glow softly. She knew she was getting close when her tail became wet with her juices. On the edge of her release, she began wantonly massaging her breasts, and was quite pleased when her nipples became erect and sensitive to the touch, even becoming wet as they produced milk. As Amura licked the milk from her breasts, the stripes on her arm started to glow brightly and she felt herself beginning to come. Breathing shallow, she felt shocks course through her body, as her pleasure peaked. Amura finally shattered the stillness of the hour with an earsplitting roar as she orgasmed. The orgasm was so powerful that she was left helpless on the ground with her eyes closed, and moaning as the aftershocks washed over her. After it was over, she slid the tail out of her pussy and curled up to sleep soundly the rest of the night, with a satisfied smile on her face. In the morning, Amura began making her way to a nearby stream. That little bit of fun last night, left me parched. After drinking her fill, she set to grooming her fur. While doing so, she spotted movement. Instinctively, she crouched down and stalked towards it to get a look. It was a large doe, just across the stream. The first thing she thought was to sneak up close enough to pounce, but while doing so she had an idea. She got up close, and remembering her rudimentary magic training, she cast a charm on the deer. To her delight, it worked. Amura commanded the doe to come to her, and it did so without question. After some trouble, Amura found that she would be able to use the doe as a mount. While riding, she cast another spell that she knew would prove useful. She made it so that the doe would produce milk. It wasn't filling enough for her appetite but it would hold her for a few days at least. One portion of bad luck that plagued her during the trip was that she couldn't find any prey. On the third day, she caught a large squirrel. Amura ate the meat ravenously, but as she crunched the bones with her teeth, she knew it wasn't even close to enough. The days of traveling were terrible for Amura, she could not remember being so hungry nor so exhausted in her life. Amura lay on her side beneath the doe, and took hold of its udder with her hand. With her mouth watering, she licked the large nipple; it was soft and warm. Amura pressed her mouth to the udder and surrounded the nipple with her lips. It was warm and tantalizing. She began sucking on it, bringing the invigorating liquid across her tongue. The life-giving flow was like ambrosia pouring down her throat. In less than a minute, the flow subsided. Amura continued sucking desperately, until her teeth were cutting into the skin and she tasted blood. Finally, she backed off. Apparently, she had worn the animal down too much. This realization didn't really make her any happier, just the opposite. She hated to do it, but she was starving. Sometimes you just couldn't afford to be very sporting. Amura walked up to the side of the animal and released it from her charm. It instantly bolted and less than a second later Amura chased after it. Amura was desperately hungry and the doe was weak. Of course, she caught up with it quickly, and leapt. Amura's pounce landed her right behind the animal's neck and she grappled it powerfully. In one quick motion, she pulled it to the ground and snapped its spine. Its head was pulled back revealing the animal's tender neck. Growling, Amura ripped its throat out. Drinking the warm blood, she sank her teeth into its flesh. She was so utterly hungry that she couldn't help herself; Amura tore at the animal without a hint of civility. She roared masterfully and swallowed the bloody meat. Later, her meal done, and the animal almost completely used up, Amura settled herself in the grass, and licked her reddened claws. Some hours later, she continued her meal, and by nightfall, she could eat no more. Her belly full, Amura slept. The following day, Amura stretched herself and yawned, she would have to leave what little remained of the meal to scavengers because she had to be moving on. She took the time to make a simple skirt out of deer-hide. By the following day, she reached the outskirts of town, and an actual road. This far from civilization they knew a little about her race, and she wasn't expected to wear a shirt, but still got several curious looks. It took Amura a long time to find Chenoa's dwelling, but when she got there, she was told that the person who lived in that room was imprisoned. Disbelieving, Amura went to the justice office. She walked into the building and aroused several glances. The place was claustrophobic and the stone floor was cold against her feet. She went to the desk and had no trouble getting the attention of the officer waiting there. "Can I help you?" he asked dubiously. Amura smiled in a way that she hoped would ease him, but it only seemed to frighten him. She decided not to show her teeth too much from now on. "I am looking for a friend of mine" Amura answered, "I was told that she is being held here. He raised an eyebrow questioningly, "what's her name?" "Chenoa Lagotinus" She replied. He checked his book. "Yes she is here, and unless you have a lot of money hidden on you, she won't be leaving very soon" Amura was taken aback by his answer, "Can I see her?" she asked. The man shrugged and called to another officer. The officer kept giving Amura's body sidelong glances as he led the way down to the cellblock. There she found her friend chained to the wall of a dirty cell. Chenoa was a beautiful fox-girl with pure white fur that turned black as it reached her paws; technically her race was called the Kanin. Right now, she was hard to recognize, her luxurious fur was dirty and she looked terrible. She seemed to brighten up when Amura entered the room though. "Oh dear" Amura said caressing the girl's dirty cheek, "what on earth happened?" Chenoa actually smiled. "Well, it's almost funny really" she answered. Amura couldn't see how that was possible. "You see" Chenoa continued, "As you know, I was training to be a warrior. Well, a week or so ago I was pulling night duty as a guard. I was really tired so I propped myself up against the wall, and I guess I fell asleep. All I know is that when I woke up, the door to the armory was ajar. I didn't see anything missing, so I shut the door and went back to my post. I was at home when they arrested me. Apparently, they think that I stole some expensive sword from the armory. They won't believe that I just didn't notice the real thieves. Plus they said that my footprints are the only ones there, which just isn't possible." "Anyway, one thing led to another and they told me I would have to return the weapon or pay for it. Even if I did have the stupid thing I couldn't get to it from here, and as for paying the fine, it's hard to make much money when you are chained to a wall. Not that I haven't made some money... The point is I still owe like 800 pieces of silver. Could you please find a way to collect more money?"Her wide eyes and drooped ear gave her the look of a sad puppy. Amura sighed. "I'll see what I can do, but the only thing I have is this bracelet and I don't think it's worth a whole lot." "Thanks" Chenoa said, "I would really appreciate it." Amura growled softly, "I'll be back as soon as I can." Amura left the office feeling uncertain but first things first. She needed to find a tradesman. Luckily for Amura, she found a trade house with minimal trouble. She entered the building, and even though it wasn't especially big, it was much more inviting than the justice office. She took a moment to look at all of the interesting goods, and tried to get some idea of what kind of equipment she would need later on. Amura walked up behind a girl and before she even thought about it, she leaned forward and smelled the girl's hair. The girl turned around, startled. "Excuse me!" she uttered. "You smell pretty," Amura said. The girl was unable to talk for a few seconds..."Uh, thanks I guess" she finally replied. The girl had finally gotten a chance to get over her initial surprise but she still didn't know how to react. Amura could tell she was both shocked and aroused by her presence. Amura broke her from the trance, "I have something I want to sell, who should I talk to?" "Oh! I can help you, just come over here. I'm Nami, by the way." The girl walked over to a bench and Amura followed. "Okay, what have you got?", Nami Inquired. Amura removed her worn golden bracelet, and set it on the bench. The girl looked at it carefully, studying the craftsmanship of the piece. "Do you know what this is worth?" she asked. "Not really" Amura answered. After studying it a bit more and taking a thorough estimate, Nami looked up, "I would be willing to give you ..."689 silver pieces, for it." Amura gasped but managed to hold her composure. "Okay" she said, "that sounds fair." After receiving the funds, Amura realized she had no way to pocket the coins. While struggling to keep the mound of silver in her paws, she made a mental note to obtain a satchel as soon as possible. Seeing the problem, Nami reached under the bench. "Here," the girl pulled out a leather article. "For being such a good customer, you can have this for free." Holding a leather strap of a pouch, she urged Amura to take it. Amura dropped her currency inside. "Let me help you put it on". Amura stood still as Nami reached down and pulled the belt around her waist. When she was done, the girl stood back with a smile. Amura didn't know how to thank her exactly because customs seemed to be very different here. Deciding on simplicity, Amura simply rubbed cheeks with her and purred affectionately. Seeming to understand, Nami returned the gesture with a smile,"You're welcome." When leaving the store, Amura noticed Nami was watching her closely. "Come back soon". Somehow, Amura sensed that there was an underlying meaning there. She didn't have time to ponder such matters right now though; Chenoa needed help. Amura made her way to the justice office again. Once she had made it back to the justice office, she told the guard that she had some money to pay off her friend's debt. The guard told her that she would have to settle the matter with the owner of the stolen sword. Amura got directions and headed toward the owner's residence. The man lived in a small manor outside of town. Amura met a guard at the front door. "Who are you?" demanded the soldier, a scowl hardened by years of practice, overtook his features. He certainly is in a cheerful mood, Amura thought sarcastically. "I've come to pay off a fine for the release of my friend Chenoa," Amura answered. The guard looked at her dubiously. "Any friend of that thieving dog Chenoa must be a thief herself," he answered matter-of-factly. He then proceeded to look past her as if her presence no longer was worth his time. I ought to tear him limb from limb, and save his face for a scarecrow! She thought these things, but settled for a snarl. The guard just laughed. "Ha, is the little kitty's fur ruffled. Go back to your vagabond friends and leave me alone." Enraged, Amura leapt at him, throwing him to the ground. The guard tried to raise his sword, but Amura wrenched his wrist to the side. She could feel the bones in his forearm shift and at the same time, there was a sickening crack. "AGGGGGHHHHHHHH!!!" She didn't know anyone could yell quite that loud. The list of curses he was directing at her, made her realize that she had gone a little out of control. Amura stepped back to get her bearings straight, only to be seized by a team of guards. The fear in their eyes was evident. "Did you see that, she grabbed sergeant Thorn's arm and snapped it like nothing." One of the guards said in awe. The men were not so much restraining Amura as leading her. None had a particular wish to anger her. Amura didn't really resist as they hauled her into the castle. Once inside she was shackled and the owner of the castle, a count by the name of Warrington, came to see what the commotion was. "What is with all the ruckus at this fine hour of the morning?" Count Warrington asked in his regal dialect. Rings adorned several of his fingers, their rare jewels shining in the morning light. A red velvet cape was draped over his shoulders as well, but it did nothing to hide his battle scarred armor, and toned body. He had seen war in his time, and most likely had the scars to prove it. Somewhere in the background, sergeant Thorn was cursing a monk who tried to straighten out his arm. Amura didn't really feel sorry for him, anger still burned within her from his previous statements. A guard explained the situation to Warrington. Count Warrington nodded, and then walked over to Amura. "I know that most of the people around here would like to break sergeant Thorn's arms and legs if given half a chance, but I am interested in why you came all the way here so you could do it yourself. Tis quite a bit of effort to go through just for him." Amura felt relieved at Warrington's disregard for the sergeant, and proceeded to explain her reasons. Warrington listened carefully and then asked her how much money she had obtained. Meekly, Amura answered, "I have only 689 imperial silvers". Warrington graciously accepted the payment and said, "You may be able to make the rest of the money working here at the castle. But, beautiful creature that you are, I am now one guard short, so I would appreciate it if you would take over the rest of sergeant Thorn's shift." Amura happily complied. After twelve hours of guard duty, Amura understood why Thorn was so cranky. It was utterly boring to stand in one spot all day. Besides, it seemed more of a punishment than a job. There were plenty of other guards, and they spent most of their time keeping an eye on her. When her shift was finally over, she headed to the room that a maid by the name of Millie had given to her for the night. The room was splendid; it had a huge bed with silk sheets, a finely crafted fireplace with a roaring fire already burning brightly in it, and a large window with an amazing view of the castle grounds. She unclasped the hooks on her guard uniform and sat the armor and sword in the corner. Then she took off the skirt that they had given her to wear. She sat in front of the fireplace, completely nude as she proceeded to groom her fur. While cleaning her arm, she heard the door open. Warrington was utterly shocked to find a naked tiger woman lying in front of his fireplace. When she jumped up and hid in the corner he spoke, "As pleasant as it may be, I would like to know what you are doing in my room." Still hiding in the corner she said, "This is my room, Millie said that I could sleep in the spare room that was three doors down the hall." "Yes, be that as it may, but Millie lives on the second floor. You my confounded friend are currently on the third floor." Amura rushed to the window. Her eyes traced the outer wall. One, two, three... Yep third floor. I wonder if I can talk my way out of this without looking like a total idiot. She stood silent for a moment before turning to him. "Umm", she put her fingertips to her lip, inadvertently revealing her breasts, too late to avoid looking like an idiot now. Warrington stopped her, "It's perfectly fine with me if you stay. I severely doubt that you would like to sleep on a cold stone floor anyway." He raised his eyebrows. Her only reply was a smile. "That is what I thought. Now if you don't mind, I would like to get some sleep. It has been a very long day." Amura was overwhelmed by this kind gesture especially after she had nearly killed one of his guards, and then stolen his room. As Warrington removed his armor she wondered how someone so charitable had decided to imprison Chenoa. By the time Amura got up the courage to ask him about Chenoa, he was already in bed trying to sleep. Amura finally blurted it out, "why did you arrest Chenoa. She didn't steal anything." Forcing his lidded eyes to open, Warrington looked over to her, "I doubt that she stole the sword either. However, there was too much evidence against her. In addition, Sergeant Thorn's eyewitness report of her carrying a sword across the courtyard simply made it impossible to let her off. I actually believe that Thorn might be the one responsible, but this is an Imperial outpost. We have laws to follow, and there isn't any solid proof to back up that theory." Amura accepted his answer, though she only responded with silence. The fire began to flicker low, as cold overcame the room. Shivering slightly, Amura climbed under the sheets next to Warrington. He lay sound asleep next to her. Confused, and pining for comfort, Amura curled up against him. She felt so alone since leaving her home. Amura had no idea how Chenoa cold stand being chained up in a cell all day. I wouldn't be able to take it. Eventually I would just crack. Meanwhile, Chenoa sat on the cold stone floor of her cell. She could not lay flat because the chain was too short. The only sound was that of her shackle being intermittently tapped against the wall. In her isolation, sound was the only thing she was allowed to control. Her body was trapped here, but she could make all the racked she wanted. Come on Amura, you better be hurrying up with that money. When Amura started running her hands across his chest, Warrington realized that she was interested in more than sleep. He looked into her eyes, those deep azure orbs seemed to penetrate his very soul. "I have always found the Catrai to be beautiful beyond description." Amura gave him a seductive smile and climbed on top of him. She leaned forward and kissed him long and hard. Then she sat upon his chest and allowed him to fondle her breasts while she brought her hands down to her vagina. Amura slowly ran her fingertip up and down her labia. Once she was warmed up sufficiently she began to probe inside her wet pussy. Small purring sounds escaped her throat when Warrington cupped her breasts in his hands. Amura began licking her tits, paying close attention to her nipples. When she tasted milk on her tongue, she leaned forward and let Warrington drink what flowed from her breasts. While he was drinking her milk, Amura slid her tail behind her and wrapped it around his already rigid cock. Once Warrington had finished with her breasts, she turned around to let him taste her pussy. As he licked her, Amura got in a sixty-nine position to inspect his equipment. Amura was pleased by what she found and she exclaimed, "You must be the size of my cousin Catherine's pet tiger, his cock was a little over seven inches." "Yeah well wait until I get it inside of you, I promise it will be much more pleasant than my tongue." "All in good time, baby" Amura said as she took his shaft in her hand, "first I need to get a better look." Warrington just groaned in reply as he felt her tongue flick across the head of his cock. Amura ran her tongue up and down the length of his cock, before she settled on holding it in her mouth while she teased his balls with her hands. Warrington's pussy-licking was getting to her and she knew she would be ready fairly soon. The stripes on her left arm began to emit a soft blue light. She let his cock slide from her mouth so she could move her pussie out of his reach; she wanted him inside her when she started to orgasm. She looked behind her and asked him, "are you man enough to fuck a tigress" Warrington just replied, "I guess you're about to find out." He then sat up and grabbed her waist in his hands while Amura got into position with her back toward him. Once she was ready, Amura lowered herself, impaling her body on his cock. The sensation of his cock inside of her, immediately caused her to orgasm. The more powerful her orgasm became, the brighter the stripes on her arm shone. Soon the entire room was swathed in blue light. "Aghh, harder Warrington" Amura shrieked before her voice was overcome by a roar. The roaring of his partner, only excited Warrington more. He got a firm grip on her waist and then started to pull her down onto his cock. Amura was overcome with animalistic passion; one of her hands was busy caressing her breasts while the other ran wildly across her body. Her breathing was coming out in hitched gasps, and she grabbed Warrington's arm with her free hand as he continued to drive his shaft into her wildly orgasming cunt. Warrington was nearing his limit, but he was determined to make it last longer. He had no idea that the Catrai could become so wild in bed. After a couple more minutes, he knew it would be futile to try holding out any longer. "Get ready beautiful, I'm about to cum." Amura, though not so refined, answered, "When it comes to sex, Catrai are always ready." Straining, Warrington started to pulse within her. Hot jet of his semen rushed forth as he bit down on Amura's shoulder; as expected, it drove her wild. He thought her gyrations might break the bed. "Fuck MEEEE!" Amura screamed as he unloaded into her. She was so wound up at that point that every burst of his cum felt like lava against the walls of her pussy. She was still orgasming when he lifted her off him to lie by his side. Amura nuzzled his neck as her sated purrs resounded in his ear. She had just curled up next to him when a maid opened the door. "Is everything alright?" the maid inquired. "Yes Millie every thing's just fine," Warrington waved her away. Upon sighting Amura's nude form, Millie gasped, "so sorry sir". After bowing out of the room, she skittered down the hall. "Amura." Warrington spoke, holding her body in the crook of his elbow. "What is it?" "Consider your friend Chenoa's debt paid off." Amura gave him a sweet smile and a soft purr escaped her throat as she curled up to sleep next to him. ## 2 Chenoa's Release ## Morning brought a new light to matters. The moment the door to the justice office opened, Amura was waiting. She walked through the building, with a determined gait. The tigress's dark hair flowed behind her, a thundercloud. She gave her notarized certificate to the officer in charge. After some minor difficulties, she was led down to the dungeon again. "You want to get out?" Amura teased, spinning the key around her finger. Chenoa's smile beamed on her friend as the door was unlocked. The guard present, unhooked the chain Chenoa's shackle, but couldn't find the tool to remove the shackle itself. "Ah, screw it!" Chenoa exclaimed, "just lemme outta' here". In the office, they finalized the reports, then the tigress, and vixen walked out the doorway. Laughing happily, the friends left the prison. Inside, a red-haired Kanin looked on. As they faded into the distance, she thought deeply, Amura, you had better be as powerful as they say, else you wish to perish. Upon their exit, Amura realized something terrible. Chenoa had been evicted from her room, and they were penniless. We are royally screwed. Chenoa fiddled with the shackle around her neck from time to time, but she actually said that she had gotten used to it and wasn't particularly in a rush to get it removed. They finally sat down on a park bench to discuss things more thoroughly. Chenoa said she had a secret stash of equipment somewhere and it should be their first priority. "Listen" Chenoa said, "I'll just run up and get the stuff. You can explore the town while I'm gone." Amura agreed and Chenoa quickly set off. Amura did explore the town, but she eventually ended up back at the trade house. She found Nami the trader-girl out back peeling potatoes. She instantly brightened up when she saw Amura. "Hi, do you need something?" "Yeah" Amura answered. "I need to find a job." Nami thought for a moment. "I'll give you five pieces of silver if you help me with these potatoes." Amura didn't have to think about it long. When you didn't have anything to your name except for a free satchel and a free skirt, five imperial silvers was a lot. Amura sat down to help and they struck up a conversation. Afterwards, the girl took her on a tour of the town. It was getting late and there was no sign of Chenoa. Under advice that it wasn't safe to sleep in the street, Amura asked, "Is there any place in town I can stay at for five silvers?" The girl giggled, "not likely, but tell you what, tonight you can stay at my place. We can search for your friend in the morning." Seeing it as a good choice, Amura agreed. They arrived at the girl's place, and Amura found that it was composed of a single room but was still nice. While the girl stoked a fire, Amura slid out of her meager clothing and lay out on the rug. Amura began to groom herself and noticed that the girl was staring at her. "Is there something wrong?" Amura asked. "Oh no" Nami responded, a little embarrassed "I was just wondering if you would mind if I undressed too?" Amura shrugged as if it didn't concern her, and girl took that as a yes. Amura found she was watching as Namil got out of her heavy clothing. She was a lot older than she looked, Amura would have to guess about 19. When the girl was completely nude, she stood shivering with the reflections of the firelight enhancing the look of her supple form. The girl quickly went to the bed and slid under the covers, but the blankets were obviously cold too. "Amura?" "Yes?" "Could you get under the covers with me to keep me warm?" To Amura that sounded like a perfectly reasonable request, so she got up and climbed onto the bed. As Amura lay down getting comfortable, she felt the girl move up closer and press their bodies together intimately. Amura was face to face with the girl as they wrapped their arms around each other. Her body was indeed cold against Amura's fur. Amura embraced her, letting her body heat protect the smaller female. Breasts pressed together, Amura hooked her leg around the girl's thigh. Amura licked the girl's cheek "goodnight my friend." Sometime in the dead of night, Amura sensed a person entering the room. "Hi" Chenoa whispered tiredly. Amura just purred softly, clutching the sleeping girl. "Mind if I join you?' Chenoa asked. Amura simply wagged her finger invitingly, and Chenoa climbed softly into the bed. The two of them lay with the sleeping girl between them, and slowly drifted to sleep, a pleasant tangle of fur and female bodies. In the early morning, Amura was feeling quite well rested. As much as she hated to leave the warm bed, she needed to get up. Amura slid out of the girl's embrace and petted Chenoa's cheek as she stood. Once she was free from the covers, Amura stretched herself out fully and yawned. After getting herself organized, Amura noticed that the girl was waking up. "Uh..." the girl mumbled. She reached around and felt Chenoa's warm arm on her shoulder, "Who's this?" she finally asked. Chenoa was starting to wake as well when Amura answered. "My friend Chenoa, it seems that she found me." Chenoa giggled, "Yeah and I found a little kitten too", Chenoa licked Nami's cheek and the girl smiled sleepily "Oh, that's nice" she murmured, as she closed her eyes and seemed to fall asleep again. Amura just smiled. They spent most of the day searching the town and trying to get information on where one could get training or become an apprentice. Unfortunately, this was more of an industrialized area and there was nobody in town that could help them. The only people who offered training were the Imperials, but they didn't have much in the way of sorcery training, which was what Amura was looking for. Chenoa had worked for them before, but after her recent debacle, she was not inclined to return just yet. They had little equipment, (Chenoa's stash had ended up being empty) but Chenoa was sure that they would be able to rectify the situation somehow. Amura still had her satchel of coins, and the short skirt that Warrington had let her keep. Chenoa was now wearing Amura's deerskin loincloth and still had a shackle around her neck. Chenoa's shackle jingled as she walked, but Amura did her best to ignore the irritating sound. The only useful information that they obtained were rumors of a town due east that might offer services for adventurers. Chenoa decided to check out some other people she knew in town and Amura went to speak with Warrington. She got a knowing look from Millie when she entered Warrington's bedchambers. He told her the same information she had already heard, but reinforced it with the fact that he knew some people who had come from there. When Amura and Chenoa got back together, they decided that traveling east was probably the best choice. Amura looked at the sky, it was dark again. They would have to spend one more night in town. Surely, the girl from the trade house wouldn't mind. Upon visiting the girl's room, they found her utterly ecstatic about the thought of them staying one more night. "Yes, of course you can stay. I actually thought you had already left. If I had the chance I would come with you, but with my job and all I just can't leave right now." Amura kissed the girl's forehead in thanks, silencing her They got undressed and after some joking around, decided it was time to go to bed. As the girl lay down, Chenoa whispered an idea in Amura's ear. Amura agreed that it was an excellent plan. Amura climbed in next to the girl and smiled. "Chenoa and I have decided that we don't want to impose, so as payment for staying the night we will give you something few human girls have ever experienced. We of the Catrai simply call it a bath though." Before the girl even realized what was going on, Amura and Chenoa had climbed over her and were licking their way across her body. Amura knew that the combination of her rough tongue and Chenoa's smooth one would truly excite the girl. Amura worked her way around the girl's petite breasts and felt her shiver. Amura then worked up to a nipple and twirled her tongue around it before taking it into her mouth and softly sucking on it. The girl was no longer just shivering; she was literally trembling with arousal. Amura reluctantly abandoned the girl's breast and worked her way up her neck. Amura cleaned the girl's face with long catlike licks, then moved to her mouth and gave her a gentle kiss. The girl kissed back and they met passionately. While Amura tasted the girl's tongue, she noticed that Chenoa was licking her way up the girl's inner thigh very temptingly. Amura worked her way back down the girl's throat, and then she licked her way across the girl's chest until she reached the girl's other nipple. As Amura sensuously suckled the girl's tit, Chenoa flicked her tongue across the girl's vulva. In response, the girl arched her back pressing her breast fully against Amura's mouth. Amura sucked the girl's breast and lightly bit the nipple. The girl was so overwhelmed that pearls of sweat had covered her skin, and she was moaning as she clawed at the sheets. Seconds later, the girl shuddered as her body was wracked with a fiery orgasm. Time seemed to fade as they delved into animal passion. It was late in the morning when Amura woke. Much as she hated it, they had to be moving on. Amura said a grateful goodbye to the girl, and then gathered her meager possessions. The trip was uneventful boing even, as they spent the entire first day walking. They rested and continued traveling in the morning. By day three, Amura was getting tired of walking but as things were, they didn't have any way of obtaining a mount. Just as Amura was thinking this, Chenoa called to her. "Hey, look at that" Chenoa said in an almost predatory way. Amura looked ahead and was surprised to see a horse. It was definitely feral, so actually using it as a mount wasn't going to be easy. Nevertheless, it was an excellent opportunity. To avoid startling the horse, Amura made her way very carefully toward it. As she slinked behind a rock, Amura kept her eyes locked on the horse. The animal was brown with a blackish mane running down his neck. A quick glance below his belly verified that he was a well-endowed male. Amura was flat on the ground within 30 yards of the horse, when she decided that she was close enough to try a charm spell on the horse. Her eyes shone with a blue fire as she chanted the spell. Tendrils of light drifted from her hands and curled around the horse as the spell started to take effect. Amura was almost finished with the spell when Chenoa walked into view. The sudden appearance of Chenoa startled the horse enough that he broke free from the spell and bolted toward the hillside. Amura cursed and took off after the horse. However, it soon became apparent that she wouldn't be able to outrun it on two legs. Amura stopped for a moment and changed into her tigress form. Once the transformation was done, she followed the horse on her swift but silent feline paws. She was quickly gaining ground, but the horse seemed even more upset by the fact a full-grown tigress was now following him. The horse began to run through the trees trying to shake his pursuer. Amura was getting out of breath but she was almost close enough to grab him. After running nearly three miles, the horse made a desperate leap over the river. Luckily for Amura, he landed short. The horse slumped in defeat as the river pulled him down. Amura knew that if she didn't hurry, the horse would be swept under the water. She swam out, but it sunk before she was in reach. Amura dove under the surface and got a grip on the animal's neck. Moments later, she dragged the horse to shore. Once it realized that it wasn't drowning, the horse began to kick and struggle. Amura lay on top of the horse's belly, to keep it still. Even though he was on his back and helplessly seized around the neck by Amura's jaws, the animal wasn't about to give up without a fight. Amura had never seen such a spirited animal; she now knew how he had escaped her charm spell so easily. She knew of a stronger spell but she would have to be mating with him for it to work. With her jaws around his throat, she began to mutter the spell through a mouthful of fur. She knew that the spell was beginning to take effect when the horse began to calm down, but she didn't dare let loose the grip she had on his neck. The spell was supposed to make him erect, but a look behind her determine that he was too large for her to take. As his penis throbbed against her pussie, Amura tried to remember the words of a transformation spell for horses. When the spell finally came to her, the horse was so desperate for relief that he was thrusting forward against her vulva trying to gain entrance. The broad tip of his member was wet with pre-cum and his constant thrusting was exciting Amura intensely. Amura began casting a spell that would turn the horse into a lion, but it was taking a long time to say with her mouth full. The horse's mane was getting deeper and his fur had become very soft but his body was still that of a horse and his frantic thrusting was beginning to hurt. Amura knew she wouldn't be able to finish the spell before the horse seriously injured either himself or her. She desperately concentrated on changing his penis first. The horse's penis began to get wider at the base and spines formed at the tip where it tapered. As the horse's member began to change shape, Amura felt him start to penetrate her. Then all of a sudden, he rammed about a foot of his cock deep into Amura. She moaned and arched her back, not only was the horse's cock still huge but there were also hundreds of feline-like spines at the tip of it. The pleasurable shock of it caused Amura to lose her concentration thereby stopping the transformation halfway through. Amura knew that the charm spell would finish once they had mated so she just hung on for the ride. Even though she was no longer casting the spell, the horse-lion was still making minor transformations. She knew that his rod was becoming more tapered because he was beginning to ride her faster and deeper. The most noticeable change was in his fur. His fur faded to a dark ebony color while his mane, tail, and underbelly became an orange-ish red that looked like flame as the fur shimmered in the light. The animal was wild and uncontrollable as he drove his rod into the tigress. Soon the sensations became too much for Amura and she bit down tasting blood as an orgasm slammed into her. Amura gave an orgasmic roar as she reached her zenith. The horse-lion was sent over the edge as her pussie tightened around him during her orgasm. He began to cum hard, filling Amura with semen until she overflowed. He continued to thrust, as he was orgasming. With every thrust, more cum leaked from Amura's pussie and splashed between her legs. By the time that he stopped, he had splashed over a gallon of cum on them. Amura took a moment to catch her breath as his penis slid out of her. She felt pleasantly full and it was warm and wet where their bodies pressed together. Amura rolled off the horse and spread her legs to clean her fur. As she cleaned the semen from her inner thighs, Amura was surprised to find that rather than tasting horse cum, she tasted lion cum. "Delicious" she said softly as she began to lap it up. Once Amura was finished, her fur was fresh and clean with no trace that it had been otherwise. Amura looked at the horse-lion's dripping cock and cum-soaked belly; she licked her lips. Looking to the side she and saw that Chenoa had found them. "Perfect" Chenoa said, "I was just getting hungry". Amura and Chenoa fell upon the horse-beast lapping hungrily at the liquid still dripping from his cock. The animal's penis instantly became rigid. Chenoa made little moans, while lapping rapidly to get as much as she could. Soon Chenoa's face was dripping wet with semen, and her fingers were probing deeply into her pussy. Amura kissed her deeply and tasted the wild flavor of lion cum on her lips. Amura changed back to her normal form then she licked Chenoa off to an orgasm. Once Chenoa had been sated, they sat face to face with the animal's cock between them. Amura and Chenoa laughed and petted each other as they rubbed their breasts and pussies against the rigid feline cock. It didn't take long for the animal to orgasm with them fondling him relentlessly. He ejaculated powerfully soaking both of the girls from head to toe. They lay on the riverside happily licking each other clean. When finally they were done and neither one could find a single drop left, they leaned towards each other in another delightful kiss, licking and cleaning each other's faces. Almost regretfully, Amura kissed Chenoa on the lips and stood up. "We need to get going," she stated. Amura climbed up on the horse and Chenoa hopped up behind her. "Alright" Amura said, "let's go." She enticed the horse to go forward and they began moving at a steady gait. "What should we name him?" Chenoa asked as they rode. "I think Ember would be a perfect name," Amura said as she ran her fingers through the horse's fiery mane. Chenoa smiled. "Me too" she answered. They continued their journey, and soon closed in on an old wagon. The wagon was severely damaged and it appeared that someone had hurriedly abandoned it. Further travel showed more signs of a number of people making a hasty retreat. Eventually, they entered the remains of a small town. The whole place was destroyed and held an ominous feeling to it. Amura pulled on the reigns to stop the horse, and then took a closer look around. "Something awful has happened here," Chenoa noted. Amura narrowed her eyes, something had indeed happened here. It did worry her that there was no sign of life anywhere. In fact, it didn't look like anybody had been here for a long time. This wasn't a well-traveled road by any means, but someone should have crossed by here occasionally. The two women dismounted and inspected the area. It didn't take long before it became apparent that this place wasn't safe. Amura's tail twitched nervously, and Chenoa seemed to be similarly perturbed. Chenoa reached down and picked up a sturdy stick. "I don't like this at all..." she said quietly. Amura extended her claws slightly, as she totally agreed with her friend on this matter. A shriek broke the silence, and there was movement from the shadows. Amura growled low in her throat and focused intently on the area. Suddenly, a shiny piece of metal shot outwards from the darkness. Amura was still trying to figure out what it was, when Chenoa swung her stick around deflecting the thing. "Watch yourself!" Chenoa barked, and Amura nodded. Amura had never been in combat before, but Chenoa had, so she was prepared to do whatever Chenoa asked. A ghastly being stepped forward and Chenoa gripped her stick tightly. Amura took a step back, trying to discern what the being was. It was clothed in some gray cloth and had a strange distorted face. It pulled out a blade, and rushed at them. Amura watched in awe as Chenoa somehow deflected the thing's weapon with her stick. They broke and came at each other again, but Amura feared that her friend wasn't going to win this fight alone. While the two of them fought, Amura strafed around to come up behind the thing. She saw an opening and leapt at the thing grappling it across the shoulder. While it tried to regain its balance, she leaned forward and sank her teeth into its neck. The taste was awful and Amura felt her stomach retch as she fell away from the being. Amura was now on the ground and at an incredible disadvantage. Looking up fearfully, she was terribly happy to see that Chenoa had taken the thing's difficulty to her advantage and disarmed it. In one quick motion, Chenoa stabbed the thing with its own weapon. Amura grimaced as blackened blood spayed over her face and the thing slumped over making gurgling noises. Chenoa stabbed it mercilessly and finally it was still. Amura stood with her knees shaking slightly and grabbed onto Chenoa's shoulder. "What was it?" she asked. Chenoa grimaced, "Some kind or Orc." She didn't get the chance to finish her sentence, because there was more movement in the shadows. A group of maybe a dozen more of the things came into view. Amura watched Chenoa hold up the dead Orc's weapon, but she didn't seem that scared. As quickly as they had appeared, the other beings disappeared. Amura was confused and looked to Chenoa for an answer. Chenoa smiled brightly, "We killed their leader, and I don't think they will come back. Likely they will search somewhere else, hoping to find easier pickings." Chenoa searched the body of the fallen fighter, and came up with a bag of coins and few throwing knives. Amura pocketed the items and they went to search the remains of the town. There wasn't really much left to see, but the Orcs as Chenoa called them, did leave a sack of scavenged equipment in their hurry. After going through the items, Chenoa found some pieces of light armor that fit her well enough, and a scabbard to carry the Orc's sword. With the weapon by her side, Amura had to admit that Chenoa sure did look to be a warrior. Searching some more, Amura located a sack full of woven cloth. Chenoa tied the two sacks together and laid them across their horse's back. "I've seen enough," Amura stated. Chenoa nodded and they both mounted the horse, intending to reach friendlier lands. After their previous excitement, the rest of the journey turned out to be quite uneventful. As the sun began to set, Amura began looking for a place to camp. She found a nice little meadow nearby a brook. While Amura set up camp, Chenoa went out hunting for food. Chenoa had decided to take off her armor, as it didn't fit very comfortably, but she kept her sword. Several hours later Amura woke up and realized that Chenoa had never returned. Amura put out her small campfire and looked in the direction that Chenoa had gone. Amura followed Chenoa's tracks though the woods, but the prints stopped in the path of a great many horse tracks. Buried in the dust was the sword that Chenoa had taken from the Orc. Upon closer inspection, Amura became even more disturbed to find that the blade had been shattered. She narrowed her eyes and looked the way that the horses had gone. Amura followed the path, running swiftly. By midnight, she reached a palisade wall. After scaling the wall, she crouched on the top and surveyed the town. She didn't see Chenoa anywhere. Amura entered the fort, seeking answers. Most of the people were sitting around a fire and talking, but Amura spotted somebody walking behind a building all alone. She crept over and found out that it was a girl feeding some dogs. Amura had intended on asking her where Chenoa was, but the moment she got within sight the girl shrieked. Amura quickly grabbed the girl and put a hand over her mouth. The girl struggled and kicked in an effort to escape Amura's grasp. Amura knew that the whole fort would be down on her at any moment. She had to do something fast. With the girl still in her arms, Amura leapt to the top of a building, then ran across it and made a desperate jump over the wall of the fort. Amura had intended to land on the wall but she accidentally sailed straight over. The girl's struggling was sending Amura off course and Amura had no idea which way was up or down. Amura landed on her arm, hard. The girl flew from her arms during the impact. Amura's arm hurt terribly, and when she looked at the injury, she found a sharp piece of slate stuck in her arm. Amura gritted her teeth but she couldn't help but shriek when she pulled the slate from her arm. Her head was spinning, but she knew she would have to get up before the girl remembered how to scream again. Amura stood with a groan, she saw the girl lying on the ground ten feet from her. As Amura walked toward the girl, she checked her arm. There was a large cut but it wasn't bleeding as badly as she expected so she leaned down and checked the girl. The girl was still breathing but she seemed to be unconscious. There was a lot of yelling and noise coming from the fort, so Amura hurriedly scooped up the injured girl and headed toward the woods. As Amura headed back toward her camp, she noticed that the girl had fared far worse than she had, during their fall. Her dress was ripped and she had cuts in multiple places. By the time they had made it to camp, the girl was beginning to moan softly. Amura decided to tether the girl's arms and legs before taking care of her wounds, just in case. She ripped some strips of cloth from the girl's dress and tied her wrists and ankles. Once she was secured, Amura brought her to the river to wash out her cuts. The moment the cold river water washed over her body the girl gasped and awoke. Finding herself bound, the girl struggled but soon quit, knowing it to be futile. She then looked at Amura and began babbling something about poison and dogs. Finally, Amura interrupted her and asked, "Did you see who your men brought into town today. "No" the girl said "but they did bring some demon's animal through on their way to the city. Amura growled, "That so-called animal is my friend". The girl's eyes went wide when she suddenly realized that Amura was covered in fur. "I-I'm sorry, I didn't know that she wasn't an animal" the girl replied. "Please don't drown me I didn't have anything to do with it" she exclaimed. "I'm not even a citizen of the town; I just came there to sabotage their defenses." The rest of her explanation was lost as she broke into tears. Amura sighed and continued to dress the girl's wounds, hoping that she would calm down in a few minutes. Once Amura had calmed the girl down, she found out that her name was Amy. Amy lived in a village west of the fort. The village had recently been ransacked by the soldiers. To stop the raids, the villager intended to cripple the fort's defenses. It had been Amy's job to poison the guard dogs. Luckily, she had already taken care of her job before she ran into Amura. She didn't think she would have been able to make it out of the fort alive, but Amura took care of that for her. "So how can I help you find your friend," Amy asked as she wiped the tears from her eyes. "Do you know in what direction they went?" Amura asked. "Yes, they brought her to the city" Amy replied, "it's about a mile west of here." "I have a horse. I could bring you home," Amura said. Amy looked down at the ground and whispered, "I have no home. The family farm was burned down in the last raid. There was nothing left, that's why I was given the most dangerous part of the mission." Believing the story, Amura extended a claw and cut the bonds on Amy's limbs. Then Amura suddenly became very dizzy, she looked at her arm and saw that she had lost a lot of blood. Before darkness took her, Amura saw a helpless look on Amy's face. Then all was still. ## 3 Rescuer ## Amura's dreams were full of insubstantial creatures, that chased her relentlessly. Amy watched in fear as Amura writhed on the bed, occasionally letting out a bloodcurdling scream. Suddenly, she awoke but something was amiss. Trying to wipe the sheen of sweat from her brow, Amura discovered that she was tethered to the bedposts. Her body felt like it was on fire and her wounded arm was beyond the point of explicable pain. She looked to the side of the bed and saw Amy sitting there watching over her. "Please give me some water," Amura pleaded, before her energy wore thin and she laid her head back on the sheet. When Amy came back with a glass, Amura tried to take a sip but suddenly felt faint. When Amura lost touch with reality again, she was faced with a creature intent on devouring her. Amura desperately fought it back. Amy jumped away in shock, dropping the water glass when Amura went wild and tried to attack some invisible threat. Then the howling started again. Out on the streets people looked fearfully at the tower that had lately been full strange noises both day and night. Amura felt somewhat better the next day when she awoke. "Where are we?" "Don't worry this is a safe place. Henry can be trusted." "Henry? Who's he?", Amura queried just as a cloaked man entered the room. The man pulled back the hood of his tan cloak, an presented Amura with a disarming smile, "I would be the 'Henry' you spoke of". "Why am I shackled to this bed." "You became very violent during you daily medical treatments, and we had to do it for our safety," He said as he opened op a jar of powder. "What's in the jar?" Her catlike curiosity caused Amura to momentarily forget about her situation. Henry looked at her, "It's a very powerful antiseptic. Just grit your teeth for a moment while I apply it". The second that the powder touched her arm, Amura thought that it must have been acid. She pulled so hard on the bedposts that they started to bend inward. As she pulled, her body came off the bed and her eyes flashed red. Suddenly she felt Amy's cool hand on her burning cheek. "Please calm down the pain will go in time". Amura relented then fell back down to the bed and slept. She awoke again, when something cool brushed over her arm. Amura's eyes fluttered open and she saw that Amy was wiping a cloth over her fur. "Amy, how did I get here?" Amura said. "I used your horse to take you here." "But why did you help me after I dropped you off a wall?" "If you had not carried me from that wretched fort I would already be dead. So I figured I owed you one". "Can you unhook these shackles"? "No, Henry said not to let you loose until he thinks you can control yourself." Amura just laid back and looked at the nearly full moon out the window. When Amy finished washing her arms and started on her legs Amura felt a tingle run through her body. Amy removed the sheet to reveal that Amura's skirt had been removed leaving her completely exposed. Amy gave her a sheepish grin when she started to clean around Amura's breasts. Amura smiled seductively and lifted her back off the bed, presenting her nipples. "Be sure to get these extra clean." Amy looked down at her, "You're a mischievous little kitty you know that." Amura just purred as the cool cloth went across her breasts. "So what's your name?" Amy asked as she caressed Amura's breasts. "Amura" the tigress answered as she leaned forward and kissed Amy full on the mouth. Amy lay across Amura's stretched out body and began exploring with her hands. Amura slid her tail into Amy's pussy, and she squealed in surprise. Amura moved her tail across her own pussie at the same time and their orgasms began to build. Amy sat up and ground their pussies together. Amura's breasts were in desperate need of attention but she couldn't bend over far enough to lick them. She laid her head back down and begged Amy for relief. Amy leaned down and carefully teased a nipple with her tongue. Amura arched her back until she was pulling on the bedposts and begged for more. Finally, Amy pulled their bodies tightly together as they began to reach the peak of carnal pleasure. When their breathing slowed, Amura kissed Amy tenderly. As the moon sank low in the sky, the girl and the cat slept together dreaming peacefully.** It was late into the next day by the time Amura convinced them to untie her. Henry left the room and Amura sat on the edge of the bed rubbing her chafed wrists. She felt terribly stiff after all of that laying around, but it was still better than she had been a few days ago. Amura slowly stood up stretching her body to its fullest. She heard her joints pop and she twisted her body to loosen up her back. Feeling as able as she was going to get, Amura walked over to the water basin and washed her face. From her talks with Amy, Amura got the impression that her appearance would frighten the people around town. If she couldn't be seen in the town, then it was going to be very difficult to help Chenoa. Amy had taken another trip into town, and she came back with mixed news. Chenoa had been penned up in a cage, and was apparently thought to be some kind of animal or demon. Chenoa in a cage...If I know the girl. They would be hard pressed to think that the bristling ball of fur and teeth was anything close to human. This time Amy came with some more news though. The people who had caught Chenoa were now trying to sell her. Amura didn't like the thought of that at all. If she couldn't get to Chenoa before she was hocked, things might get even more complicated. Amy had traded in Amura's sack of equipment, but it didn't raise close to enough money to purchase Chenoa's freedom. Amura sighed. "Chenoa is starting to be an expensive person to have around." Deciding that she couldn't wait around anymore, Amura wrapped herself up so tightly that nobody could see her furred body. As she pulled a heavy hood over her head, she realized that it pressed painfully against her ears. It couldn't be helped, so she started out. Amy told her where to go and Amura mounted Ember. Riding the horse was difficult, as her arm hurt terribly and she was still quite weak, but it wasn't very far to town. When Amura got within view of the marketplace, she was rather perturbed. The place was nothing like she had expected. Vagrants lurked the filthy alleys. Guards stood at every checkpoint, eyeing the populace suspiciously. Amura kept her hood low, if they identified her, this place could become very dangerous, very fast. In the center of town, Amura saw a well-used scaffold. A chill went down her spine and she quickened her pace. Eventually, Amura found the place where Chenoa was being kept. It was a dark building and had an odd smell to it. Amura tied her horse and went inside, avoiding getting too close to anyone. She made it out to the back lot and was confused to see several large cages. Amy hadn't described the place quite like this; maybe there was something she had been hiding from me. A quick check showed that the cages housed several different beings, beasts and exotic animals of all kinds. The cages were small and filthy, the very sight of it sickened Amura. She finally found Chenoa, but at first Amura didn't recognize her; she looked just like all of the other animals, laying down shivering. Amura kneeled down and put her hands on the bars. Chenoa did look like a wild thing, beaten to such an extent that she no longer had the will to resist. Her fur was matted and very dirty. How could this have happened in just a few days? Amura wondered. Chenoa was barely conscious and didn't even acknowledge Amura's presence. Suddenly, Amura was knocked to the ground. She gasped, landing on her hurt arm, and looked up at her attacker. A burly man stood above her holding a heavy club. "Stay away from the merchandise!" As he spoke, he leaned forward, trying to see her face under the hood. He had an odd expression, and Amura feared that he had detected her true form. Amura quickly turned away, holding her cloak tightly to her body. After she left the place, Amura got on her horse and slowly trotted. She needed a plan. There was no way she could do anything of use like this. The trip back to Henry's house was depressing, but it gave her time to think. She needed to blend in with the townsfolk, and there was a way to do it. Some of her people had mastered a way to change their form to look human. In her youth, Amura had never seen a use for such a skill. Now it would be very useful. If she didn't have fur, they wouldn't take a second look at her. The only problem wasâ€"she didn't know how to change her form. It couldn't be too hard, but learning it herself would take time. Amura entered Henry's house, weary but more sure of herself. Standing in the middle of the room and Amura tried to visualize herself without fur. By midnight, she had managed to make her hands look normal, but otherwise she didn't look any different. Exhausted, she went to sleep. The next morning she spent four hours trying to transform, but she just couldn't visualize herself as a human. Around noon, Amy found her sitting in the corner with furless arms and a depressed scowl. "So... How's it go'in"? "It only took me a few hours to learn how to turn to a tigress." Amura complained. "But I just can't visualize myself without fur." Amy sat for a moment, "Why don't you try to imitate me?" Amura brightened up, "that just might work." Amy slipped out of her dress and sat on a chair where Amura could get a good view of her. Amura tried the spell, while keeping her eyes locked on Amy. Each time she tried it she got a little better. Finally, around dinnertime, Amura looked down at her body and saw pure clean skin. "It worked, it worked perfectly", She exclaimed, excitedly hugging Amy. Amy gave her a crooked sort of grin "um there's just one problem... your hair is blue." Amura pulled a lock of hair in front of her face and frowned. "Darn it we'll just have to keep trying." After practicing for the rest of the day, Amura decided that inconvenient as it was, her hair would be blue forever. Finally, Amura and Amy went to bed. The next morning was not good for concentration though. A mob of villagers had assembled outside and Henry came in to tell Amy the news. Amura rubbed her eyes, apparently Henry didn't care why there were two naked girls in the bed; something more important was going on. With a little trouble, she figured out what was happening. The townsfolk had located the fort where there tormentors lived. They were a group of knights who on occasion would visit the villages, and burn them to the ground, looting anything of value. Amura could see vengeance in Amy's eyes, and she knew that these knights must have had something to do with Amy's village as well. Amy got dressed and Amura slid on a loincloth before they proceeded outside. There was a great discussion going on at the time. A scout had gotten information about the fort, and the fighters were trying to sort things out. Apparently, the fort had a very high wall surrounding it, and the gate was sturdy. Getting in by force would not be plausible. Amura wasn't sure how she got herself into it, but she eventually became a focal point of the plan. Getting inside would be relatively simple for a single individual. She go in the middle of daylight, when security was weakest, and hide out in the nearby forest. Amura had to simply scale the wall and open the gate from inside. Amura had to admit that the plan was sketchy, but she had come up with most of it, and she wasn't a tactical person anyways. Henry stopped her and reminded her that once the gate was open she should wait outside, this was not her fight, and untrained as she was, it would be too dangerous. She wanted to protest, but knew he had a point. Some hours later, Amura leaned up against the stone wall. She had gotten this far without being seen, it wouldn't be much longer now. Stealthily, she scaled the stones and peeked over the top. Most of the knights were out of the fort for the moment, pillaging or something. There were only three guards by the gate, and they didn't look too smart. Amura looked at the two satchels on her waist. Now that she was actually doing it, this seemed like a stupid plan. Bracing herself, Amura threw one of the bags as far from the gate as she could. It landed on the roof of a shed and burst into flames. Before they got a chance to see what was going on, she threw the other satchel; this one went closer to the gate. A huge cloud of smoke ensued. Seeing their building flaming, the guards rushed in that direction and began calling for help. In a matter of seconds, the gate was completely unguarded. Amura slid through the smoky confusion, and approached the gate. The mechanism was heavy but Amura got the gate open before she was noticed. The second she pushed the doors wide, a mass of rampaging villagers stormed in. Her work done, Amura did as she was told and waited outside the walls. After wandering around for a bit, she investigated some tracks on the ground. She quickly got bored though, and started practicing transformation again. She was getting a lot better, and soon found herself quite capable of attaining a human form. It was at this point she noticed something strange; her skin was no longer a pale pinkish color. It was bright red and it burned. Thinking she had done something wrong, Amura sat and pondered the problem. No matter what she did, the red wouldn't go away. If anything, it got worse. It had been a couple of hours when she saw Amy approach her. She giggled at Amura but tried to keep her composure. "First of all," Amy stated, "you should really wear a shirt if you are going to take human form, it will draw you a lot of attention otherwise." Amura nodded, she now saw why human females wore clothing all of the time. With no fur, things became very revealing. "Um..." Amura asked, "I can't understand it, why is my skin changing color?" Amy couldn't contain herself and burst out laughing. Through tear-filled eyes, she choked out a reply. "Oh you poor thing... that is what we normal folks call sunburn." Amura sat perplexed, even with fighting going on in the background; it seemed that there was still some sweetness left to this world. Back to what Amy had said, Amura had to ask. "How do I get rid of it?" A very long explanation followed.** With the fighting was over, the villagers surprised Amura by offering her a reward for her services. It was in the form of a sizable bag of gold coins. Amura looked at the coins but hesitated, she truly believed that these people needed the money more than she. They wouldn't hear of it though, and literally forced her to accept the payment. It was getting late in the day, but Amura didn't have time to waste. She mounted Ember and rode to Henry's house. After getting dressed properly, and making sure everything was in order, she headed to town. Things went very smoothly, and Amura was soon leaving the animal trade shop. She had acquired Chenoa for a modest price as she was looking ragged and customers didn't think she would be of much use. As she carried the half-unconscious vixen out the door and laid her over the back of the horse, Amura realized something. She would have to be careful so that people didn't realize Chenoa wasn't simply a servant/pet she had purchased. At the very least, they would have to avoid coming into town. Amura spent the next few days nursing Chenoa back to health. Chenoa was a tough fox but being caged up had taken a toll on her. Amura lay on the bed with Chenoa, and smiled down at her friend's face. Chenoa smiled back, but still a little weakly. "You know what I would like?" Chenoa asked. "A little milk for breakfast" Amura slowly petted her friend's head and leaned backwards baring her breasts. "Help yourself" she replied. Amura held her arm around Chenoa and sighed as her friend crawled up over her. While Chenoa suckled Amura's nipple, Amura closed her eyes and relaxed. At least things were going a lot better than usual. Just as Amura was getting sleepy, Amy walked into the room. Amy gasped at the sight before her and didn't seem to know how to react. Seeing the girl's confusion, Amura waved her in. Amy sat down singularly amazed as she watched what Chenoa was doing. Regaining her composure, the girl spoke to Amura. "First of all, this is another one of those things you will have to be careful about if you want to fit in." She hesitantly pointed toward Chenoa." The reason I came here is that I have some good news. You asked where you could get some training, and I spoke with our warriors. They would be glad to help, and will offer combat training at a modest fee. I also checked out your question of where to obtain sorcery training, and there is good news. Not far from here is a decent town that has many opportunities for novice sorcerers. Moreover, since they are somewhat secluded, I hear that they don't have a problem with odd folks. There may even be some of your people living there, but I could only get so much information." Amura nodded and kissed Amy's forehead, "thank for your help, I really appreciate it." Amy just shrugged. "No problem." They stayed for a few more weeks after Chenoa was feeling better, and Chenoa spent most of that time training with the warriors. Amura even did some training as well, but melee fighting just wasn't her strong point On the final days, Amura decided that they needed to go into town once more to acquire some necessary goods, and then it would be time to move on. Amura turned to Chenoa and grinned, "You are going to need a leash while we are in town." Chenoa raised her eyebrows in surprise, "What?" Amura smiled, "when I rescued you from that animal dealer they assumed I was buying a pet. We're just going to let them keep thinking that." Chenoa looked at her shrewdly "ah ha, keep them guessing. Well, it will probably be fun anyway." Amura had no trouble tying a leather strap to Chenoa's collar. Once the look was authentic, they entered town. Chenoa had to walk on all fours, so Amura tried to stay on the sidewalk. On their way through town, they were watched suspiciously. By the time that they reached an outfitter, Chenoa was very displeased with how dirty her hands had become. Amura was relieved to find that the store had a clean floor. The storekeeper approached them and declared, "No animals inside, you'll have to tie your beast on the walk." Amura saw her friend look distastefully toward the filthy sidewalk. Amura leaned close enough that no one else could hear, "It's not that bad Chenoa, just wait here a couple minutes for me to get some supplies." While Amura was picking out some dried foods and a saddle, she saw several children eying Chenoa warily. Chenoa seemed to enjoy snapping and growling at any one of them that got too close. Amura made her purchases and retrieved Chenoa. On their way out of town, Amura saw a clothing store. One look at the ragged clothing she was currently wearing was enough to make her enter the store. The owners didn't mind having Chenoa in the store; in fact, one of the seamstresses walked over and petted her on the head. Chenoa just sat on the floor with a grin on her face, happy as a puppy. Amura on the other hand, had found a robe that looked very good with her blue hair. After getting the robe fitted, Amura took a couple of minutes to admire her reflection. Finally satisfied, she made the purchase, and they headed out of town. When they reached the village, they packed their supplies on Ember and prepared to head out. Amy hugged Amura warmly and gave her a passionate kiss goodbye. Amura saw Amy watching them as they began their journey. Amura traveled in human form in an attempt to avoid suspicion. She was pleased to find that her new robe was very comfortable to wear while riding a horse. After a couple hours of riding, Chenoa was sleeping with her head on Amura's shoulder. Amura was leading the horse, but the new saddle had been freshly oiled, and moist leather rubbed against her bare skin. Amura was just enjoying the sensations when she slid forward against the pommel and got an idea. The pommel was smooth leather with a wider ridge at the top; it was shaped almost identical to a horse's cock. Moving carefully so she wouldn't wake Chenoa, Amura raised herself above the pommel, and then sensuously lowered her body, letting the warm leather slide into her. When she reached the bottom, she gasped loud enough that she almost woke Chenoa. Amura let the motion of the horse drive her to ecstasy. When she orgasmed, a moan escaped her throat. The ruckus finally woke Chenoa. Chenoa opened her eyes sleepily and rubbed her cheek against Amura's "Amura do you need to take a break, your face is all sweaty." It was then that Amura realized that she was moist all over. She hadn't realized that her body would be overheated during orgasm while in human form. Amura was just about to tell Chenoa not to worry, when she saw someone coming down the road. Chenoa was wearing Amura's old robe, so she pulled the hood tightly over her face. When the traveler pulled up next to them, Amura was glad that her robe was covering up the pommel inside her. The knight walked his horse over to them, "I thought this was a deserted road, but you're the second person I have met today." "Do you have news of the road ahead?" Amura inquired. "Yes it's dark and full of wild beasts. You know I used to have a helmet, but some creature or another pulled it from my head in an attempt to slay me." He answered. Amura looked at him proudly "I can deal with wild animals. I just wanted to be sure there were no thieves prowling the trail." The knight smiled "no, I cannot give you any information about thieves, but there is a young woman up ahead traveling in the same direction as you. She was an odd one though, had ears on top of her head, like a cat. She was a lot like you, liked to sit on the front of her saddle too, and said it was invigorating. Well I must be moving on ta-ta." Amura just blushed as the knight rode away. Any response she might have given was taken away as another orgasm rushed through her body. Chenoa looked at Amura "what did he mean about sitting on the front of the saddle." Amura just laughed "I'll tell you about it when it's your turn to steer the horse." They rode on; hoping to catch up with the woman the knight had spoken of. Sometime later, Amura caught sight of a figure. As she neared, Amura saw that the person did indeed have catlike ears. Amura noticed something else as well, a flicker of motion at the hem of the girl's dress, a tail even. How the girl could have such features and still not be one of the Catrai? Amura didn't really know how that was possible, but it aroused her curiosity. Amura hailed the rider and rode up beside her. The girl stared at Amura, with piercing yellow eyes. Amura smiled back to put her at ease. In a few minutes, they were riding together engaged in conversation. The girl said that her name was Neko, and that she too seeking the path of a sorceress. Amura smiled, it seemed that she had been able to make a friend around here already. Once the knight was sure Amura was out of sight, he stopped his horse. "Elvira it is time". A red fox seemed to melt from the underbrush. As she approached the knight, her features became more humanlike. She was Kanin like Chenoa, but her fur was red with black tattoo-like marks down her sides. "The tower is ready. I only pray we are doing the right thing. After What happened with Samantha..." Her voice broke. "I know the consequence only too well." The knight too had transformed. His face had taken on the bestial aspects of a black panther. "Then Pardus, let us pray that Amura can do what we have both failed to accomplish. Kill Samantha and end this nightmare my life has become!" ## 4 Training ## The trio reached a gate by mid-afternoon. Amura thought that it was strange that she saw nobody guarding the gate. She pushed the unlocked gate open and investigated the premises. After a fruitless search, Amura stood looking at the tower. Squinting her eyes, She watched a small crack open in the side of the stone structure. In moments an entire doorway had appeared. Two cloaked figures hovered ominously in the entryway. "Amura, daughter of Catherine. Come forth". Confused and now a little scared, Amura waited for Neko to step at her side before she preceded. "Only you Amura; the other girl must stay back." "You can act as mysterious as you want. She comes or I don't". The figures turned toward eachother whispering. "what now". "let them both in. what harm can it do." "very well". The figures turned back to Amura, "It has been decided. You both may enter." Smirking, Amura walked in, followed by Neko. The door sealed tightly behind them. Outside, Chenoa began hammering on the wall. After a fruitless hour, she relented with nothing to show for it other than bruised fingers. "What about Chenoa". "She will be sent to a nearby town. Now if you still want training, stop asking questions".** Amura walked slowly down the cobblestone path. She was very tired, but still had more to do tomorrow. Ah, this training was more difficult than she had anticipated, but nevertheless, she enjoyed the learning. If she ever planned to become much of an adventurer, she would have to be well prepared. Amura didn't feel like an adventurer at the moment though, she just felt exhausted. The teachers here never showed themselves to Neko or Amura, they just came by, shrouded in their cloaks, and dropped off notes in Amura and Neko's shared room. From the notes, they had learned various incantations. Those involving healing, Amura never managed to use very well, but Neko excelled at them. Still shuffling her feet, Amura second-handedly noticed a figure up ahead. As she passed by, she got a strange feeling from the person; immediately suspicious she turned to get a better look. There was nobody there... confused, Amura stood a little straighter and tried to focus. Still, there were little more than shadows to be seen. Amura gasped as clawed hands gripped her shoulders. She tried to break free but the unknown figure held her tightly. Just as Amura was wondering what she was going to do, another personage melded from the shadows in front of her. Further discombobulated, Amura forget about the arms holding her in place, as she watched this new figure draw closer. It was very dark out, but Amura's night vision was excellent, showing her that the figure was actually a young woman. The woman stood before Amura and smiled reassuringly. "Who are...?" Amura began. The woman quickly put her finger to Amura's lips, silencing her with a, "shhh, tigress." Amura started to get worried, she had no control over this situation, and everything was too confusing. She began to resist against the grip of the one holding her, but was again silenced when the young woman drew her hand along Amura's neck softly. Amura stood still again, feeling the caress, but not comprehending. Amura felt powerless, and didn't move an inch as the female drew closer putting her hands against both sides of Amura's face. Amura could see that the woman's eyes were a glowing gold color and faintly realized that she was a Catrai, no, a Kanin. The woman smiled again, then leaned forward and kissed her fully on the lips. Amura gasped, feeling her knees weaken as the woman's soft lips pressed against her own. Faintly, but as only a whisper in the back of her mind, Amura started to understand that there was some kind of magic going on here; that was her last thought before she fell from consciousness.** Amura awoke and spent a moment trying to figure out where she was. She attempted to rub her eyes, but found that her wrists were shackled, limiting her movement severely. A quick inspection showed that her ankles were in a similar state. Furthermore, it proved ultimately impossible for her to free herself. As a side note, she also realized that her clothes were gone. Unable to reason out why she was so restrained, Amura growled. There was a movement from the corner of her eye and Amura saw a dark figure stand up. He drew closer and Amura had a good idea that he was the one who had grabbed her the night before. More movement and a second person came into view; this was the young woman. It was dark in the room but Amura did notice the female give the first a submissive bow before leaving. Strange things were afoot here. The man came closer and Amura realized that he was not as old as Amura had thought. In fact, he couldn't be a great deal older than she was. He stood on the edge of the bed and focused on her. "Awake I see." Pardus stated. Amura could now see that he had jet-black fur and was Catrai as well. "Who are you?" she demanded. He didn't flinch at that but simply smiled. "My name is unimportant dear kitten," he replied. "What is of importance is what I have to offer you. I have been watching you and believe that you have tremendous potential. I offer you two choices, accept the powers that I offer willingly, or take them unwillingly. They are things that you will appreciate during the trials ahead, and I do insist that you take advantage of my offer." Amura was perplexed but something was strange about this, why had she been kidnapped if this was supposed to be something to help her out? Getting worried she exclaimed, "You are one of the dark ones aren't you?" "No... Not anymore," he replied simply. "I traveled with them for a time, and did learn much of the evil that is possible with the powers we possess, but I think that even more good can come from it. The things I have to offer you are perhaps somewhere in-between, but for you they will be used for good; I am certain of that. Enough talk though, we must begin. Time is not on our side." He then turned to walk away. "Wait!"Amura exclaimed, "What are you doing? I never agreed to anything yet!" Even as she said this, Amura realized something troubling. She actually trusted this person, and she was interested in the enigmatic things that he offered. He reappeared, but before she had a moment to speak, she took notice of something that frightened her. He stood poised with a black snake coiled around his arm. "First, young tigress, you must learn to use the power of all creatures. They are yours to command, it is one of your gifts, but they can also be used to exaggerate your strengths. For now, take the power of the serpent, may it serve you well in the future." Amura screamed in distress as he lowered the snake to the bed and it coiled around her leg. He began a mysterious enchantment and she felt the marks on her arm glow. Something was going on indeed, but she wasn't sure that she liked it. Amura cringed as the serpent crept up the length of her body. She was helplessly chained down with no means of escape, but that didn't keep her from resisting. It moved further up and she shuddered as the snake slid up between her breasts. It moved closer and closer coiling near her neck. Amura looked at the black thing, now feeling quite afraid. It drew back and she cringed knowing that it was about to strike. It did indeed strike, and Amura caterwauled at the top of her lungs, pulling the shackle taunt as she felt fangs sink into her neck. It hurt severely and she could feel the venom burning through her veins. Everything became too much, consciousness faded from her once again. She wondered if this time she was dying. Then... she awoke. Amura found that she was still on the bed, but the infernal serpent was gone. Her neck hurt though, and she felt odd. Why had he been casting a spell when the snake bit her? She was more confused than ever now. At least she was still alive, for now anyway. Amura screamed in surprise as she realized that the man was still next to her bed. "How do you feel?" Amura wanted to give a very sarcastic remark. Something like; she felt just how anyone would after being bitten by a venomous snake, but then she stalled. She actually didn't feel bad at all. The man laughed at her confusion and spoke again. "I am sure you feel quite fine, you may not know it yet, but you have overcome the power of venom and I do not lie. From this point on you shall no longer fear the serpent, as he is your ally as much as any other animal. As a bonus, I allowed you a special thing that I learned some time ago. Feel your fangs tigress, do you notice something?" Amura drew her tongue over her fangs, and yes, she did notice something strange. It was as if the tips each had a small pinhole. "I have given you the power to not only bite your enemies and tear their flesh, but to do as the serpent and overcome them with venom, rendering them harmless." He drew a claw against the surface of her tooth and she had an idea, why not see how good this new weapon worked. In an instant she struck, biting his arm. She was quickly reprimanded as he backhanded her across the jaw, knocking her dizzy. That was it though; he simply licked his bleeding arm and smiled. "Silly tigress, I too am immune to the venom, it poses no danger to my health." Amura realized that he had a point, she immediately felt sorry, but he had already disappeared. Amura was left to think for a while, but never full straightened out her own thoughts. Why was she sorry for biting him? She was the one chained up against her will, being subject to who knows what. Damn, it made no sense. Eventually the vixen came into view. Amura was quiet and tried to be good, hoping not to be hit again. The female spoke in a gentle yet dark manner. "Young tigress" she called, "I too have a gift to offer you, and this is the most powerful of all you might obtain in your entire life. You have a special way about you, it is one of your inherent abilities to bring arousal and cause temptation. The Catrai would say that when you walk about, you draw the others as if you were in heat, but when you are in heat, nothing compares. This is magic my dear. It is carnal magic of a sort, but can be performed without a touch sometimes. Your true strength is in physical contact though. You must practice these things for they are not the skills of a novice. One thing I can teach you the fast way, but others will take training. We will do the fast one first. It is a power that you will be glad to have obtained I assure you." Amura didn't know what to say, so she simply stayed quiet. The female called into the darkness and Amura sat in silence for some moments. Just as she was entertaining thoughts that the vixen must have forgotten to come back, there was a strange sound. From the opposite corner of the room, an area so dark Amura herself could not see it with her cat's eyes, there was a padding of heavy feet. A wet intake of breath caught her attention, and Amura pricked her ears. Something was approaching her from the blackness. When the being came into view, Amura gasped in utter surprise. It was unlike any animal she had ever seen before. It retained the appearance of a wolf, but had three heads upon its shoulders and its breath felt hot as steam. "Do your work boy," the vixen cooed. Amura saw the beast grin as it moved closer and drew its forepaws onto the bed. As the man had done earlier, the vixen began some sort of enchantment whilst watching. The beast climbed up further and snorted a breath hot enough to make Amura worry that her fur might be singed. Then she saw something else, and she started to get scared. Underneath his large canine chest, she spotted three long phalluses hanging down. She had no doubt that the beast intended to mate her, but she really wasn't so sure that she wanted to comply. Another attempt at pulling free showed Amura what she already knew, this was going to happen and there was nothing she could do about it. Amura mewled meekly as the beast drew down on her. She felt the three large dicks push between her legs and she cried out in vain. They were hot, so hot that they burned against her flesh making her writhe in discomfort as she was slowly penetrated. Amura didn't know how it was going to fit so much into her, but it did. As Amura felt the three huge knots force their way in, tears fill her eyes. It hurt so much, but it also felt so good. The animal's members, like three burning pistons, began to pump her. Now with it's shafts fully inside of her body, the creature was thrusting without abandon. It hurt and felt like she was being stretched past her limits. It felt as if Amura's entire body were being raped and taken. She could hardly breathe and knew that she was trapped, the vixen would not help her. A tear formed at the edge of Amura's eye, but she remained stolid and silent. It was still becoming too much and the thing's dicks were just so hot that Amura had to use the little breath she retained in order to pant. She wanted to just have it be done with it was too much. Amura was feeling dizzy and the world grayed around her again. The beast growled down at her dominantly and searing hot spittle dripped onto her arm. Unable to take it, she slid into a half-conscious state. She was starting to think that these incantations were drawing at her energy as well. Upon waking, Amura realized that the woman was sitting by her side with a concerned expression. Seeing that Amura was alright, the vixen smiled with relief. "It is done dearest," she said. "From now on, you have gained a special power. Whatever being you couple with, as long as they are more powerful than you in some way, you will gain a portion of that power. It is useful indeed and I must say that I have personally tested it out and seen that it works well. Never will you find a more efficient way to train your magery skills. How you decide to use this power is entirely up to you. Let us now hasten though, because I have much to teach you." Amura gave the woman a quizzical look and realized that she was about the same age as the male had been. Amura lay still as the female hooked a chain to her collar then proceeded to undo the shackles holding her to the bed. Once Amura was free, the woman led her by the collar, like a dog really but Amura was too dumbfounded to think much of it. Finally, the female hooked the opposite end of the chain to a hook on the wall, and lay next to Amura. "Come come tigress," she purred. "I have much to teach you about carnal magics, the power of a lustful touch and more. I shall teach you to bring down your foes with a single kiss, and that is only the beginning." Amura came willingly and started to wonder if this was some sort of dream.** She had no idea how long it had been, but Amura did know that she had learned a lot. She lived her days chained up naked, in a place that she didn't know, but that didn't matter. Her waking moments were all spent with constant training. The female was most interesting though. She taught Amura some exceedingly wonderful things, and much pleasure came from their training sessions. At first, Amura's vision had been clouded by the woman's powerful charms, but as the two of them became more like actual friends, Amura knew that it was not a charm or a hex that the woman was putting on her. She really liked the woman's company. As such, Amura had an idea that some of the bodily pleasures that the woman gave her were not critical to the training, but friends did like to make each other feel pleasure so it was only fair. Amura was actually saddened when the day finally came. The male came to her silently. "It is time". Amura didn't have a chance to answer, before he unhooked her steel collar and it slid from her neck. She had spent so much time chained like an animal that she had trouble understanding. A door opened on the opposite side of the room and Amura shied away from the light. She hadn't seen the sun in many days, and had forgotten how bright it was. Amura glanced back and found that she was alone in the room. Her new acquaintances were gone. They had accomplished what they had come for, and moved on, but she felt that they would cross paths again. She knew that everything they had done was necessary, as their time was too limited to explain everything to her one piece at a time. Amura sighed. It was time to get back and see where her other friends were. Also, she had to find out how long she had been away, learning of the darker magics. True, she had learned things here that she would never be able to tell the "official" mage schools about, but she felt they were still good things to know. She felt more powerful, more enlightened so to speak. She was prepared now; prepared to really do something. Amura started walking forward with a devious grin. Chenoa was about to learn a few new things about pleasure in the coming nights. ## 5 Sorceress ## It was one week later. Amura, Chenoa, and Neko sat at the table discussing their next move. They were completely out of funds, and even getting something to eat seemed a challenge. Luckily enough, they had obtained the training that they came for. Amura had been extremely busy trying to catch up with the things she had missed during her extra training session, but she was well prepared now. No amount of consoling could settle Chenoa who was still incensed about being locked out of the mage's tower. They had chanced upon a bit of luck though. Chenoa had found a job for them. It was a seemingly simple contract. There was a very annoying wizard up in the forest. She was hiding in an abandoned fortress, and was all alone. All their group had to do was capture her. If she wouldn't go willingly, they had permission to take her back dead. After discussing it among themselves, they decided it was time to leave. It wasn't the easiest trip as the road was grown over, but they made it to the place by nightfall. There was a very high outer-wall surrounding the fortress, and a gateless front entrance. Chenoa dismounted, It was very quiet, not another soul around. "Alright," Chenoa called. Let's look inside. She walked forward through the entrance. Inexplicably she seemed to collide with the air as she tried to go through the entrance. Falling onto her rear, Chenoa rubbed her nose. She looked back up at the entrance miffed, and tried to reason out this strange happening. "The entrance is shielded," Amura explained. Getting off her horse, she helped Chenoa up. With her hands outstretched, Amura approached the entrance. She felt a warm solidity and found that it did indeed cover the entire entrance, blocking their progression. Amura looked up at the wall; it was extremely high. Even so, she was a good climber and felt that she could scale it well enough. "I'm going to go up and take a look." Amura disrobed, and grabbed onto the nearest brick to start climbing. About twenty-five feet up, she encountered trouble. A large vulture took a dive at her. Amura managed to avoid it, but another one came from the opposite side. She immediately knew that something was wrong, these animals must be under some sort of enchantment. Obviously, they had been set up as a defense against trespassers. While trying to shoo the birds, she lost her grip and slid down, barely catching a hold in her free hand. Just as she was trying to get her feet back onto something, one of the birds viciously bit her wrist. Amura cried out and let go. Amura hit the ground, landing hard. The breath was knocked out of her, and it felt like she had severely sprained her ankle. Tigers were not meant to fall from such heights it seemed. "HOLY HELL!" Chenoa cried out as she ran to help Amura. Once it was determined that she would be okay and nothing was broken, Amura looked back up with narrowed eyes. It seemed that they would not be able to get in so easily. Her ankle did hurt though, and it impeded her movement considerably. "Can you open the entrance?" Neko asked. Amura thought about it. "Probably, but I would have to stay here, as it will take a great deal of my concentration to do it." She saw Chenoa give a displeased look concerning the thought of Amura staying behind, but she too agreed. Once Chenoa and Neko were prepared, Amura sat in front of the entrance and began clearing the way. In a moment, the air began to glow softly. Amura clenched her teeth, and focused. Soon the glow faded and Amura motioned for Chenoa and Neko to proceed. They went through, and just as Chenoa turned to look back, Amura heard something off to the side. It broke her concentration and the way closed again. Before she had time to react, Amura was hit hard, rolling sideways. She attempted to defend herself, but a large cat had pinned her. Its jaws were around her throat and she was losing strength quickly. Desperate, she beat at it with her bare hands. Her choked screams carried through the wilderness.** Chenoa had just gone through the entrance when she knew something was wrong. She turned back in time to see a large feline pounce on Amura, knocking her out of sight. Chenoa hurried back, but the wall of air had returned now that Amura wasn't holding it open. Chenoa beat on the infernal barrier, but was stopped when she heard Neko's warning. "Chenoa! We're in trouble!" Neko called. Chenoa spun around to see Neko draw her bow and aim at a swarm of vultures. As the birds began to bear down on them, Neko fired repeatedly, bring down several of them. Chenoa, drew her sword. "The damnable birds are coming fast and hard." Slashing wildly, Chenoa had little difficulty taking them down. "There are too many of the little buggers". "Augh", Neko cried out in distress. Chenoa turned to see several of the birds slashing at the girl's face and body. Before Chenoa could interfere, she was assailed from behind and fell to her knees trying to get one of them off her back. Thrusting blindly backwards with her little sword, she managed to get the thing off, but felt a burning and feared that her back was badly cut. She looked ahead, and saw Neko crawling on the ground with one of the birds attacking her face. She saw Neko pull a dagger from her boot. While Neko used the blade to eviscerate the bird, Chenoa rushed forward and knocked the other ones off. Gasping for breath, Chenoa helped the girl to her feet. "Are you okay?" Chenoa held Neko's shoulders. The girl nodded, but her bloodied face showed that she was definitely hurt. Chenoa quickly hefted her sword and cut down another bird, then looked ahead. "We have to get out of the open," Neko urged. Desperately, they fought their way towards the large central tower. Chenoa was doing well with her sword and noticed that Neko was becoming very accurate with the bow while also becoming proficient at fending the birds off with the dagger at close range. Seeing the door to the tower, and knowing that it was probably locked, Chenoa ran at full speed and rammed against it. She heard the wood split, and it almost opened. Charging ahead one more time, Chenoa knocked the door open and pulled Neko inside. After barricading the door as best she could, Chenoa looked ahead. It was a small room with a spiral staircase twisting upwards. "I guess the only way to go is up," Chenoa stated. First though, they made sure that everything was ready. Chenoa was not much of a healer, but at least Neko had some very decent skills. Even so, the girl had deep cuts on her face, and needed better medical attention. Chenoa herself needed aid of a healer, as her back was really hurting and bloody, but she ignored it for the moment not wanting Neko to waste time on her yet. Chenoa looked in the very center of the room and saw a dried out body. Apparently, some adventurer had fallen down the center of the stairwell. She did not like the thought of that very much. After gathering what little she could of use from his possessions, Chenoa noticed a slight shine from the corner of her vision. Checking it out, she found a tarnished claymore lying on the floor. Chenoa picked up the sword and wiped the dust off, but was unhappy to see a crack about halfway down the length of the blade. Even so, she decided to keep it because it seemed very well made; in fact, one of the most finely crafted swords she had seen. Also, the inscriptions were of an ancient language it seemed, so she had no idea how old the thing was. If they could get it repaired, it might be a very worthwhile weapon. After strapping the sword to her back, Chenoa studied the staircase. "Come on Neko, we're going up." The climb was long and hard. After a short time, Chenoa knew why the person had fallen. The stairway was so deteriorated that many pieces were loose, and a false step could easily prove dangerous. Carefully making her way up, Chenoa helped Neko across the wide gaps. As they neared the top, she remained as quiet as possible, looking for any sign of an enemy. There was no door, but rather the stairs opened to the room above. Creeping silently, they spotted an aged woman sitting in the middle of the room. She was murmuring under her breath and her eyes were closed. Chenoa wasn't sure what the woman was doing, but she didn't like it. Chenoa sneaked a bit closer, drawing her sword in case there was trouble. Suddenly the woman's eyes opened. Before Chenoa could react, a bolt of lightning shot from the woman's fingertips. Chenoa was hit hard, falling to the floor. Her fur was singed and she had trouble breathing. Just as Chenoa climbed to her feet, she saw Neko pull out her bow and release an arrow. The arrow disintegrated in mid-air though, and Neko was knocked back by another electric bolt. Chenoa sprang to her feet, and rushed forward. This time, when she saw the bolt of lightning, she swung forward to deflect it with her little sword. To her surprise, the sword exploded sending a shower of metal in every direction. Chenoa fell down unable even to scream, as her hands were full of metal shards. Luckily, though, Neko got the old woman's attention before she took advantage of Chenoa's weakened state. Chenoa wondered why Neko was drawing another arrow when the first had been easily destroyed. To Chenoa's surprise, the arrow began to glow in Neko's hand, and by the time she fired it, it looked like it was burning with silver fire. Neko's enchanted arrow was not so easily stopped, and sank into the old woman's arm. Seeing a turn in the tide, Chenoa stood up and pulled the claymore from her back. Steel shard sand deep into her flesh as she gripped the handle. Blood dripped from Chenoa's hands as she howled, more from desperation than pain, and rushed her opponent. Surprisingly, the old woman was not completely incapacitated by the shaft in her arm. She shot another lightning bolt at Chenoa. As before, Chenoa tried to block it. This time though, it worked. The ancient sword held up to the blast, and even deflected a bit of it back at the attacker. Chenoa smiled. "Ha!" she exclaimed. Then the crack split, and the top half of the sword clattered to the stone floor. Angered, Chenoa swung at the old woman. ... It was like hitting air, as the woman appeared beside her. Chenoa received a shockwave to the side over the head and lost her balance. Before she could attack the old woman again, the woman simply made a glowing door out of nowhere and walked through it. When the door shut, it disappeared. "Huh?" Chenoa asked in confusion. "That's not fair, she ran away." "Are you okay?" Neko asked, coming in behind Chenoa. "Yeah, I'm fi..." Chenoa dropped her sword and realized that she was bleeding everywhere. "I don't know..." Chenoa slowly sank to the floor. Neko worked feverishly, binding Chenoa's wounds. A sound from behind gave her a start. Turning, she saw a large white lion nearing them.** With her last conscious breath, Amura bit down on the leopard's neck and let the poison flow from her fangs. She was very surprised to wake up alive. She pried her neck free from the jaws of the lifeless leopard, then sat and rubbed her sore throat. Amura wondered why she hadn't been able to use a charm on the animal; perhaps the wizard that was controlling the birds and the gate had been controlling the leopard too. Suddenly something very strange happened; the leopard's body began to change before her eyes. In a matter of seconds, it was no longer a leopard but rather a jaguar. Not only was it now a jaguar but it was alive again and coming at her. Amura barely had time to roll out of the way, as the cat lunged. The cat's jaw clamped on thin air and Amura took off running, though she limped badly on her hurt foot. She was trying to think of a spell that would help the situation but she was still dizzy from being unconscious earlier. She saw their horses up ahead and an idea came to mind. Neko kept an extra bow and some arrows in the satchel on her horse. That weapon would be very nice to have right about now. While running, she looked behind her and cast a spell, sending out a shockwave that knocked the jaguar over. She took advantage of her pursuer's predicament and leapt forward onto the back of the horse. Taking at a gallop, Amura gathered some weapons. She found a dagger, a short bow, and twelve arrows. Amura sat sidesaddle and began shooting arrows at the cat behind them. Unfortunately Amura was a very bad shot, out of the first six arrows she had hit the cat once in the shoulder barely slowing it down, but she had cut her left wrist with the bowstring four times and had hit the horse as well. Hitting the horse with an arrow turned out to be a good thing because it began moving much faster; nonetheless Amura was still grumbling under her breath. Her tenth arrow hit the cat in the chest; it began slowing down as it coughed blood from a lung wound. Amura left arm was soaked with blood from the cuts on her wrist, but she clenched her teeth and prepared to deliver the killing shot. Instead of killing her pursuer, she hit her arm with the bowstring again and howled in pain and desperation as she dropped her bow to the ground. Amura thought that maybe she could ride around until the jaguar bled to death, and she was in the process of doing just that when the horse collided with part of the barrier surrounding the fortress. Amura fell to the ground and in a matter of seconds; the jaguar leapt and sunk its fangs into the horse's throat. Amura lay on the ground dazed from the impact. Looking up, she saw the dying horse falling in her direction, she desperately tried to move, but she was on her back and just couldn't get out of the way. Amura felt tears welling in her eyes, the horse had fallen on her, pinning her to the spot. The cat climbed onto the horse and looked at Amura, its prey. In the moonlight, she realized that the jaguar had white fur but there were long streaks of red flowing from where the arrow had pierced its chest. The cat took each step toward her grudgingly as if a cruel master commanded it. The cat lined up its target and pounced. There was a glimmer of steel as Amura swung the dagger upward sinking it into the jaguar's heart. With a low mewl it fell to Amura's side and lay still. Amura was in bad shape, her legs felt broken but she wouldn't know for sure until she got the horse off her. Amura was looking at the stars wondering how Chenoa and Neko were going to be able to find her, and then something caught her attention. The jaguar didn't have spots anymore; it was pure white. To her dismay, the cat stood up, its flowing mane reflecting the starlight. She looked to see the arrow and the dagger lying on the ground out of her reach. The cat looked at her; it had become a lion and would soon be her executioner. Amura moaned, "It's not fair, it's just not fair". The cat grabbed her shoulder in its jaws and bit down, its fangs sliced clear through. With a hard pull, it yanked Amura out from under the horse. Amura screamed from a pain like she had never felt before in her life. Suddenly there was a loud whoosh and the shield around the fortress disintegrated. The lion softly placed Amura on the ground and began to lick her wounds. Amura was confused at first, but then she noticed something, the lion was moving of its own free will, with a certain grace. Amura looked up and spoke in the language of the felines "Find my friends I need their help". With a look that told Amura that he would rather stay with her, the lion bounded into the fortress. Not much later Amura saw the lion returning, with an angry sword-wielding vixen hot on his tail. Neko wasn't far behind and when she spotted Amura, she rushed over to help. While Neko was busy healing her wounds, Amura called out and told Chenoa to stop trying to stab the lion. Chenoa looked over and recognized Amura. A relieved smile came over Chenoa's face as she came to Amura's side. Chenoa eyed the lion suspiciously while Amura told them what had happened. Amura was displeased that the witch had gotten away but that did explain how all the magical defenses disappeared. When her wounds were mostly healed, Amura stood up and they decided to look in the tower for anything valuable. It was then that Neko found out what had happened to her horse. "AAAAAAAAAAhhh." The look on Neko's face would have caused Amura to burst out laughing under any other circumstances. Amura was tired and cold, why does everything in the world have to hurt.. She had lost her cloak in the woods while running from the cat and she had nothing to cover her body. She was about to ascend the rickety staircase when the cat took her hand in his mouth and stopped her. Amura stood there confused until the cat walked over and pulled a shackle on the wall. Soon, a faintly glowing magical staircase appeared floating just above the broken one. Chenoa looked at the cat and rolled her eyes "Oh, now you tell us". In the room where Chenoa and Neko had fought, they found a doorway leading into a bedroom. In the bedroom, there were several spell books, and a piece of armor designed to cover one's heart. The armor had a hook on the back where you could mount a bow and a quiver, so Neko decided to keep it. Amura checked a travel trunk over by the wall. In the trunk was a beautiful robe. The inside of the robe was lined with snow leopard fur and the outside was darkly colored almost black with a deep purple collar and sash. Amura tried it on and purred. The fur lining felt absolutely wonderful against her own fur. When she tied the sash, the robe conformed to fit her body. There was also a small stash of gold coins at the bottom of the trunk; Amura tucked them into a pocket on the robe. Meanwhile Chenoa was excitedly pointing out the window. Amura looked and saw a carriage by one of the buildings downstairs. They took everything from the tower and brought it with them to the carriage. As soon as they had hooked Ember up to the carriage, they began heading back to town. There was plenty of room inside the carriage for Amura, Neko, Chenoa, and the cat. While they were riding, Amura noticed that the lion had a collar made of a thin white gold chain, and there was a plate on the collar with Xenosmilus inscribed on it. "Well Xeno, at least we know what to call you now". The carriage didn't have any seats, the floor was a soft pad about twelve feet by eight, and there were several soft pillows strewn about. Chenoa was driving and Neko was sitting on the roof making arrows. Lying on the floor petting Xeno, Amura noticed that his mane seemed less puffy. She looked at him and found that he had changed to a white tiger. Amura thought about how she had been able to assume the powers of those that she had mated. Xeno would be very helpful to her if she intended to master the art of transformation. Amura untied the sash on her robe and lay back invitingly. Xeno inhaled her scent and stood over her body. Amura rubbed her nipples and licked them while motioning for him to do the same. He obliged and teased her breasts with his rough tongue paying special attention to her nipples. Amura tousled his mane with her hands and held him to her breasts,whispering in his ear. "Make me your mate". Xeno's dagger-like penis slid from its sheath. As he moved forward, Amura's body was pressed against the fur lining of her robe. She let out a small gasp when the head of his tool slid across her pussie. It felt incredibly warm against the cold night air coming through the carriage window. He pulled back to realign himself, and then thrust forward impaling Amura. She purred letting him have his way with her. As their pleasure rose, they began kissing swirling their tongues together. With each thrust, small moans escaped Amura's mouth along with her purrs. She held him close, as an orgasm flowed through her. Unbeknownst to her, not only the stripes on her arm were glowing, but all the stripes on her body were burning fiercely with a blue light. Her animalistic tiger side took over as she arched her back and roared. She cried out and he let loose into her filling her with feline cum. Amura felt the hot seed burst powerfully into her body. She lay helpless and let him dominate her as she enjoyed the pleasure and magic flowing through her body. When she caught her breath Amura looked up to see Neko's smiling face hanging upside down in the window. The blue light was reflected in her eyes making them shine. Xeno was worn out, Amura laid back, and let the warmth wash through her. Xeno dismounted and transformed into his lion form. Once he was finished transforming he looked completely refreshed and Amura realized that he had a throbbing erection. He mounted her and fucked her like the wild animal he was. Amura's orgasm didn't have time to subside; instead, it just grew stronger until the next one overtook it. She clawed at his back humping her body against his cock. Amura was wild and screaming, her hair thrown in her face. He orgasmed again roughly pushing himself into her, but she still wanted it harder. She held his cock tightly with her cunt, milking him for all he was worth. Finally, he was done and she felt his erection subside inside her. This time he began to change without even dismounting; she could feel his power rushing through her as he turned into a jaguar. Once the transformation was complete, he wrapped his jaws around her neck and resumed mating with her. She ran her fingers though his fur, and felt his muscles ripple underneath like liquid steel. He let her free from his jaws so he could lick her neck. She kissed Xeno as he thrust deeply making her, his own. Amura was feeling faint from the constant string of orgasms. Xeno pummeled her, driving his cock deep, as the fluids from their previous matings began to soak his balls. He was getting close and he let out a roar to match Amura's own as they orgasmed together. When he dismounted, Amura crawled underneath to lick his dripping shaft. She swirled her tongue around his penis and was rewarded with a final burst of cum. Amura continued licking his shaft tasting her own sex on his rod and sucking his furry balls greedily trying to get every drop of cum. When she was done, he turned into a leopard and mounted her from behind letting the overflowing juices drip down her inner thighs. The white leopard got a mouthful of black hair as he bit down on the nape of her neck. In this position, he was able to mate with her more naturally and therefore more effectively. Amura breasts swayed in time with his thrusts and she felt weak in the knees. Their tails entwined, his white hers blue, as they worked in unison fulfilling each other's needs. Her face was flushed with heat as their pleasure began to reach its peak. She was panting and purring at the same time, each breath being punctuated with a mewl. Her body, naked except for fur, was moist with perspiration, the fluids of her and her mate had run down her belly and small drops were dripping from her breasts. Amura breathed deep, the very air tasted of pheromones, the smell of a cat in heat. Every thought she had was centered on where his cock entered her body and the sensations that spread from there. Soon, they both reached the peak of orgasm. Her pussie juices mixed with his semen as wave after wave of hot fluid was sprayed into her. After the tenth blast of semen, he transformed and continued to ejaculate inside of her. Amura didn't think she would be able to handle it as wave after wave of cum entered her body. Each time he seemed about to run out, he would change again and continue to cum inside her. With each orgasm, she acquired a little more power, and soon Neko who was sitting on the roof, was enveloped by the aura of energy and was overcome by an orgasm. When Xeno finally decided Amura'd had enough, he dismounted and let her lay down. Amura smiled, by realizing her deepest most animal desires she had found a moment of peace in the turmoil of her life. After her little surprise, Neko decided to get in the carriage too. When Neko got in the carriage, she looked at Amura's cum streaked body and gave her a knowing smile. With her tail swaying in excitement, Neko crawled over to the cat and began to clean his tool. After her tasty job was finished, she laid Amura's head in her lap and petted her hair. While Amura licked Neko's pussie, the catgirl removed her armor. She noticed that none of the semen from Amura's pussie was on the floor; some magical device had drained it into a nearby pitcher. Neko didn't have long to think about it though, because Xeno had mounted Amura again and this time he was a Siberian tiger. He only managed to get half of his cock into Amura with his first thrust. When he drove into her, Amura bit down lightly on Neko's clit. When she felt her clit be stimulated by Amura's teeth, Neko swooned from the force of the orgasm that rushed through her small body. Amura wrapped her hands around Neko's thighs and buried her face in the girl's pussie while the tiger pounded her own cunt. The tiger happily licked Neko's breasts while he tried to get his entire cock into Amura's pussie. Amura worked at widening her pussie to accept his whole length, but it was hard to concentrate because she orgasmed each time the spines on his cock ran across the inner walls of her pussie while thrusting forward, and she lost her breath each time he would slide out of her on the backstroke. Amura thought she would die from pleasure as she drank the delicious nectar from Neko's pussie, and accepted the tiger's cock in her own sex. Neko leaned back arching her spine and letting her breasts stand proudly up in the air as she let Amura pleasure her. The tiger ran his tongue across Neko's stomach and over her breasts sending shivers up her spine. Moments later, he slid himself up to the hilt in Amura's pussie, and then orgasmed powerfully. Amura's face was pressed against Neko's sex each time he pushed forward to let loose another burst of cum. The tiger's semen ran across her stomach and dripped from her breasts. He thrust forward one last time giving her all he had left, and then he began to pull back. When he dismounted, Amura lay across Neko's body pressing their breasts together and asked, "Do you want a drink". Neko kissed her passionately then shook her head yes. When Amura leaned over and got the pitcher of feline juices, she felt Neko's tail slide into her well-lubricated pussie. Amura kissed her fully on the lips "you're one naughty kitty aren't you". Neko just blushed but she squealed when she felt Amura's tail slide into her own hot pussie. They held their faces together as they drank from the container in-between kisses. They drained the container then Amura scooped the last bit up with her hand while Neko suckled milk from her breasts. Amura took her sticky hand and placed it against her left breast. When Neko saw the treat, the kitten immediately began to suck the cum off Amura's fingers. Once every drop had been removed from Amura's hand, the kitten began to clean the last traces from the tigress's breast. When they were done, Amura curled up with Neko under her robe while Xeno held them protectively against his chest. Amura looked into Neko's eyes "Goodnight kitten". Purring, Neko kissed her cheek then laid her head against Amura's breasts as she faded off to sleep. ## 6 The Incubus ## The next morning they made it back to town, and Amura was waiting for Chenoa to come back to tell them about their reward for getting rid of the sorceress. Chenoa came back with a fiery rage in her eyes. Apparently, it was assumed that they had not completed the contract, because they had not brought the sorceress back with them. That was bad news. If they were not getting a reward, then they were still out of money. They could sell some of the goods that they had scavenged from the fortress, but still would need to get another job. Chenoa sat cleaning her broken sword. It was a nice sword, but would be very expensive to repair, so she would just have to use it at half-length for now. Amura lay back against Xeno and closed her eyes for a moment. They needed another plan, and they needed it soon. As soon as Neko got back, they would discuss their options. It was getting dark and cold as well. Amura finally caught sight of Neko returning as Chenoa discussed their next plan of action. There was a mage in town looking for some help in finding a lost pet. Only talented adventurers were to be hired. The group figured they could ask for the job; the worst that could happen would be if the mage said no. Amura sat in the carriage with Xeno while the other girls talked to the mage. They came back with a servant in tow. Chenoa told them that they had accepted the contract, but they would need to take the servant with them so that he could identify their quarry. The first day's journey went well; Amura spent most of her time studying incantations from the spell books. At nightfall, they made camp in a clearing near an old stone shrine. Amura woke in the middle of the night, and noticed that something was amiss. Neko was gone. Wondering if the girl had wandered off to relieve herself, Amura decided to look for her. Amura quietly climbed out of the carriage to avoid waking Chenoa, and stopped to look into the servant's tent. No Neko... Searching the area further, Amura followed a scent on the breeze. She finally located Neko near the shrine. Neko was standing in an almost hypnotic way, making Amura wonder if the girl was sleepwalking. Then Amura saw that a tall dark being was holding Neko up. Confused, Amura moved in closer. The thing was holding the half-unconscious Neko in a standing position while thrusting into her roughly. Amura saw its wings spread wide as it sped up its pace. Realization hit Amura; she had heard of such things, this was most likely an incubus. It dropped Neko into a crumpled heap and held its hand out towards Amura. Instantly, Amura felt calmed. Not understanding why yet, she lay on a round stone table and waited. The incubus leapt up onto the table and crouched over her. As she noticed its large dark member shine wetly in the moonlight, Amura realized what was going on. It was using charms on her. She felt rather angry that this incubus was more powerful than she, at hypnotic charms, but she would see how he fared against her physical charms. As the being bore down penetrating her, Amura resisted as best she could. Relentlessly he pumped her, and still she could not overcome his charms. Feeling exhausted in mind and body, Amura realized that he was almost done. She gasped as he came to climax, pumping hot liquid deep within her. At last, he dismounted and stood above her smiling savagely. She immediately felt anger at the sarcastic bastard. He knew she had tried to resist, and still he had won the match. To her dismay, she saw that he was hard again. She couldn't move, paralyzed as the being straddled her again. This time though, as he mercilessly drove into her, she felt different. She realized that she had gained some of his power. A useful thing indeed, she silently thanked the vixen who had taught her those special magics. Smiling back at the incubus, Amura unleashed her new powers to see how it worked. In one quick motion, her body changed. She was now smooth-skinned like her human form, but it had a dark bluish tint to it, and she had a very interesting set of wings. The beast slowed for a minute, surprised by this change, then he smiled and worked her harder yet. Amura felt that in this form, her charm powers were almost doubled; at least she had a chance at fighting the creature. As they fought in simultaneity, each trying to take control of the other, Amura still knew she couldn't win. Even so, she could fight. He had been weakening her by denying her the ability to come all the way to orgasm; she now had enough control that she could fight that. Amura screamed out savagely as she reached her zenith. Her body contorted blindly clutching at air, and her wings fanned out beneath her. With tears in her eyes as the most long awaited orgasm of her life passed, Amura grinned. She was clear headed and ready to resist. It seemed to continue forever, as the stone table became slick with the numerous times he had let loose into her. As it continued, he was not able to consume her strength; in fact, quite the opposite happened, as she absorbed a portion of his power. Still, Amura was nearing her limit. She had never before endured such physical demand. Her muscles only seemed to work out of reflex now, and she feared that once her body gave up he would finally win the contest. She would not survive if she allowed thatt. Just as Amura felt that she couldn't take any more, a gleam of hope appeared. Chenoa was running at them full throttle, and apparently had creature-beating on her mind. She swung her half sword at the incubus, knocking him off from Amura. Amura noticed Chenoa's surprise when the being got back up and charged at her. She fought it relentlessly, and in its weakened state, it was unable to charm Chenoa. After some time though, it managed to disarm her of her weapon, and it closed in on her. Chenoa fought back, but even she was not strong enough to fend off such a foe. Amura felt helpless as she saw her friend weakening, succumbing to the incubus' power. Amura felt as if her entire body was on fire. She screamed and sat up to get away from whatever was harming her. Then she realized that it was the sun. Almost second-handedly, she reverted to her normal form. Amura fell back down, with barely enough strength to keep her eyes open. She stayed awake just long enough to see the creature flee. Apparently, he did not enjoy the comforts of the sun either. As Chenoa was lifting her up, Amura looked into her eyes lovingly. Chenoa was a true friend, the best. With that thought, Amura embraced her.** A few days later, they approached their destination. By mid-afternoon, the group neared the cave they were looking for. The way was too steep for horses so they were forced to walk. They found some unusual tracks at the entrance of a cave matching the description they had been given Chenoa looked very distresses about the tracks, "Do you know what those are. Those are dragon prints; nobody told us we were looking for a freakin' dragon". Neko tried to console her by saying she must be mistaken about the prints, th cave was too small. While they were discussing their plan of action, the servant rushed into the cave. They hurriedly followed after. The servant yelled back "we've found him we've found the master's pet". Amura let out a gasp when they entered the back of the cave, but she was soon overcome by laughter. Chenoa was right about it being a dragon but it was barely as big as a goat. Amura looked back smiling, "This is your mighty dragon. I daresay we may have frightened the poor little thing". While the servant rubbed the dragon's head Amura grabbed the lead hanging from his collar and began walking him out of the cave. The slope outside was steep so they took it slow, being careful not to slip. On a particularly bad part of the trail, Amura's foot skidded and she almost lost her balance, the dragon wasn't so lucky. He slid across the gravel slope right toward the edge of a cliff, dragging Amura with him. Amura's arm was caught in the leash and she desperately tried to get loose as they headed toward the edge. The last thing she saw was a tree limb coming toward her face, and then the world faded into blackness. ## 7 The Dragon Incident ## When Amura awoke, she was flying miles above the ground. In her surprise, she almost let go of the leash. Her arms were very tired by the time she made it to the top of a mountain. They landed in a castle. All of the interior walls had been smashed out, leaving a pile of rubble strewn with the charred bodies of unlucky adventurers. At the center of the complex, stood the largest dragon Amura had ever seenâ€"had ever heard of. Its scales were black as coal and if it was standing, she guessed that it would be over twenty feet tall. When she landed, it rose from its bed, standing to its full height. Amura realized that she had been wrong about its size. The dragon was at least thirty-two feet tall. The dragon spoke in its reptilian dialect, "why have you brought a human with you". The smaller dragon just shied into the corner. The red dragon reached over toward the wall and picked up a huge sword. Amura covered her eyes when she saw the blade rushing toward her. Seconds later, it crashed next to her head. The dragon stopped for a moment, curious "it is a very strange looking human though. I've never seen one covered in fur". The dragon leaned closer to Amura, "what is your name, human". Amura kept her mouth shut and feigned ignorance. "Are you deaf", he asked, leering at her. She continued to keep her silence. He went on, speaking in English this time, "I am Brimstone, and you will be allowed to live because you may prove to be amusing". He pointed to a shackle on the wall "bind yourself, and do it quickly". Once Amura had chained her ankle to the wall, the dragon lay down and went to sleep. Amura hoped that Chenoa and Neko would find her fast. Alone, she had no chance of taking offensive action against the beast. After three days, Amura was beginning to get very thirsty. She finally let her problem be known. "Could I have some water", she asked. "No" the dragon replied, "I hate the stuff". Amura hoped that she might at least get some food "then can I have something to eat". The dragon looked at her, annoyed "I do not need to eat, therefore you will receive no food. I survive by absorbing the magic around me; I suggest you learn to do the same". Amura sat down, seriously disturbed. The ability to live without food was beyond her current abilities. The chain hooked to her ankle was long enough for her to walk across the room though. An idea came to mind. Amura walked toward the dragon and gave him her most innocent look "I am skilled in the art of pleasure. You said you might find me amusing. Would you like to play with me"? Brimstone suddenly became interested. As he stood up, his penis began to slide from a hidden sheath. Amura ran her fingers across the tip causing him to become fully erect. She was amazed by his size, his penis measured seven feet long. The shaft tapered from over a foot thick at the base to an inch at the tip. When she stroked him, he groaned. She avoided using magic while pleasuring him; she didn't want him to know her full abilities. Amura wrapped her hands around his crimson shaft, starting at the base and slowly working her way toward the tip. When she reached the head of his cock, she took it into her mouth. While she sucked his cock, she noted that it was very warm, well over one-hundred degrees. Brimstone responded to her work with encouraging words, "Yes, good job pet, just a little more". Amura felt his cock bucking in her hands; he was going to come very soon. When he began to spurt into her mouth, Amura drank the cum as fast as she could. The fluid that filled her mouth was painfully hot, but she continued to swallow it hoping to sate her appetite. When he had finished, she hungrily licked up all of the remaining cum from his cock. She found it very interesting to note that his semen wasn't white. Instead, it was yellowish orange, the same color as flame. Once he was satisfied, he went back to sleep. Amura spent her time wandering the complex. The chain wasn't long enough for her to reach the door, but she knew that she could get it off if a chance of escape presented itself. Amura was resting when something warm and wet wrapped around her bosom. Her eyes snapped open to reveal that the dragon was licking her. "I require pleasure pet", he said while tasting her. Amura composed herself, "yes, I would be happy to play". Amura walked over and touched his dick as it slid from the sheath. Brimstone sat on his haunches. "No pet, I have other plans". He reached down and scooped her up. While holding her by the sides, he began lowering her toward his pulsing member. When Amura saw the size of him, she became worried. "Wait a minute; I'm not so sure about this"! "Oh I am". Amura thought fast and began to cast a transformation spell. She began to change the shape of her womb, conforming it to the dragon's size. In the next moment, Brimstone penetrated her. He pressed hard on her shoulders, sinking his penis deep into her. Amura was flooded with sensations that were completely new to her. She felt his shaft go past her navel. It continued traveling upward until he bottomed out against her ribs. He began mating with her, taking her breath away with every inward thrust. She knew that doing such a major transformation impulsively was dangerous, but it was better than being torn apart. As the dragon pounded up into her, Amura began to feel an incredible power flow through her body. Even in her weakened state, she was absorbing his magical abilities. She began to focus on mating along with him. Her legs were dangling in the air, so she knew she wouldn't be able to match his thrusts, but she was still able to use the muscles in her vagina. She caressed his shaft with her legs and squeezed it with her pussie. She assumed that the better his orgasm was the more power she would be able to take. When her orgasm hit her, Amura roared. The room was bathed in blue light mixed with the orange fire that the dragon let blaze from his mouth as he ejaculated into her. Along with his fluids, came a wave of magical energy. Amura took the energy into herself. When she opened her eyes, flickers of flame danced in them. The dragon had not known about her power and he suddenly felt weak. Exhausted, he fell down on all fours, letting Amura's body hang on his still erect shaft. When his penis shrank sufficiently, Amura fell to the ground, her body exerted to the point of helplessness. Though she was too tired to move, she felt a great magical power growing in her. Before she closed her eyes to sleep, she thought to herself that maybe she would actually get out of this alive. The next day, he wanted Amura's attention again. He had Amura give him a hand job first. Once he had regained his erection, he picked up the cum-soaked kitten and began pounding his cock into her. Amura was still hungry, but she came up with a plan for getting another snack. She cast a simple teleportation spell that would cause his cum to appear in her mouth when he orgasmed. It wasn't a spell that they had taught her at the magic school, but rather something she had learned from the books in her carriage. She only wished she could hold the dragon's orgasm off longer so that she could get more of his power. The dragon continued to hump her. He was surprised by how long she had lasted. His previous pets had never survived the first mating. Brimstone's body tensed as he felt his climax nearing. Amura was very happy when she got her mouthful of dragon cum, even though a good bit of it leaked free and soaked her furry breast. When he was done, the dragon went back to sleep. How much can that thing sleep, he puts lions to shame. Amura sat down and tried to clean her fur. It was hopeless, she would need a bath if she ever hoped to get days of dragon cum out of her fur. She wasn't happy that her fur was more orange than blue. Finally, she convinced him to let her get clean. He grabbed the chain on her foot, and pulled it out of the wall. After wrapping it around his taloned hand, he pulled on the chain again, lifting her off the ground. He raised her over the wall of the castle and dropped her in a mountain stream that ran next to the wall. When Amura fell into the water, she realized something. It was incredibly cold outside. The edge of the stream was frozen, and the ground was covered in snow. Apparently, the dragon was generating so much heat that the castle was nice and cozy. Amura swam around and washed her fur. She couldn't go far because of the chain, at least he gave me plenty of time to get clean... Too much time. She realized that something was wrong when she began to shiver uncontrollably. Her fur was so wet that it was no longer insulating her body. The moisture slowly began to saturate the protective downy layer of her fur, soaking it to the point that she wouldn't be able to shake the water off even if she got out of the river. The dragon was holding one end of the chain that went through a hole in the roof then down the wall and finally to the shackle on Amura's ankle. The water went flush with the wall, and Amura didn't have enough slack to reach the opposite bank. Amura tried to scale the wall but her fingers were so numb that she fell back unto the river. Desperately she pulled on the chain and tried to call for the dragon to get her. Nevertheless, she knew that the dragon couldn't hear her; she was shivering so badly that her voice was little more than a whimper. Amura was fast loosing feeling all over her body as she stood chest deep in the frozen water. She didn't like the thought of freezing to death chained up nude in a river. As the cold slowed down her body, she began to think more clearly. She simply needed to freeze the water. She concentrated on the spell. Slowly the water around her began to freeze. She was careful not to be caught in the ice. When she had made a big enough piece of ice, she climbed on it. She braced her feet against the ice pushing her end down into the water, and bringing the other end to the top of the wall. Once her ramp was complete, Amura lay down and used her claws to climb up the slope. When Brimstone heard, the ice hit the side of the castle he awoke. Looking over the wall, he saw Amura climbing from the water. He reached down and picked her up. To his surprise, she was shaking violently. "Quit struggling or I'll drop you", Brimstone commanded her. "I-I c-c-can't s-st-stop", Amura looking defiantly at him. The dragon gave her a displeased look. "Why"? "I"m-m c-co-cold" Amura stuttered. Brimstone placed her on the ground, "Blasted humans always complaining about how cold they are". Amura was desperately in need of warmth. There was no way she would dry out in time for the room to heat her up. Her body temperature normally ranged from ninety-eight to one hundred and four degrees. Her current body temperature was more like seventy degrees. She needed some way to heat up from the inside out, and she knew just how to do it. She crawled to the dragon and managed to say through chattering teeth, "play". It was like a magic word for Brimstone. He instantly felt himself becoming erect. He stood over her, but when she refrained from licking his cock; he decided his pet wanted to be fucked instead. She was being rebellious, but that only made him more excited. When he pushed himself into her, he got a tremendous shock. It felt like he had slid his cock into a piece of ice. The strange new feeling only enhanced his pleasure. Soon he was fucking her like never before. The feel of her soft wet fur, cool against his body, was incredible. Her supple body accepted his cock without resistance. He decided that this was how they would mate from now on. His shaft had been cooled by her body, and he could feel his hot seed rushing up the length of it as his orgasm came. Amura was just to the point where she could feel his shaft sliding in her when he flooded her with life-giving warmth. It was so hot that it burned, but she was so cold that she would have been happy if it were lava. Brimstone was so turned on by the new feeling that he didn't stop; he continued to thrust into her building his second orgasm. Amura was warm again and she was enjoying their mating, when she realized how to suspend his orgasm. Just as she felt his orgasm beginning to reach its peak, she transformed into her succubus form, effectively holding him on the brink of release. Amura took great pleasure in keeping him doing as he liked with her, while she was free to let her juices flow with wave after wave of orgasm. In her current state, her magical power was very strong while his was weakened. She took advantage of this by casting an illusion spell that made him believe she was still in her Catrai form. She was gaining so much power from the dragon that she felt she would be able to stay in her succubus form indefinitely. Brimstone felt his release was near but he couldn't quite obtain it. Holding him at the peak of orgasm caused something to happen, something that only dragons had ever been able to do to him. He reached a state of complete arousal. Amura squealed when his penis became noticeably larger within her. Even more surprising was the sight of his balls. She had never seen them before and she watched, mesmerized as they slid out of his sheath with the rest of his cock. Brimstone was surprised to feel his balls slide from their confines. His testicles only became revealed when they were overheated. Until this day, that had only happened while mating with other dragons. He was pleased and very surprised that she had been able to bring him to this level of pleasure. His thoughts were soon overcome by animalistic lust as he fucked her as if she was one of his own kind. As his thrusts became more powerful, Amura felt him sliding more and more of himself into her. Soon he was so deep into her that Amura was able to stand on top of his balls as they swung back and forth. She admired the size of his balls. Amura had always wondered how he was able to splash so much semen onto her body. Amura muttered to herself "no wonder he can cum so much, he has an entire warehouse of the stuff". Ten hours later Amura gave in, completely worn out by her own orgasms. Brimstone felt the semen begin to flow into Amura, and he roared in triumph. Amura was suspended in the air by his cock alone. He came hard emptying his balls and spilling over ten gallons of semen into the tigress's cunt. There was so much excess, that cum was pouring from Amura's mouth and out of her pussie. When she awoke, the dragon commanded Amura to take another bath. Amura was happy to have the chance to clean her fur after the previous night's adventures. Amura flinched when her toes touched the frigid water, but once she immersed herself, it was somewhat refreshing. Amura used her tongue and hands to remove every bit of debris from her fur. She spread her legs to clean her thigh, and got an invigorating surprise. The frigid water and several bits of ice flowed into her pussie stimulating her delicate interior of her sex. Amura was bent over with her head at the same level as her hips. Stunned she stopped for a moment; her breath caught in her throat and her tail was swishing through the water uncontrollably. She leaned inward, and ran her tongue across the lips of her vagina. She closed her eyes, reveling in the sweet taste of her sex. Her tongue probed deeper tantalizing the folds of her vulva. Her taste buds came alive with the exquisite flavor of her natural oils, as they dripped into her mouth. She probed around finding places where even the dragon had not been able to please her. Her licking and moaning had obtained the attention of some nearby deer, but she didn't care if the whole forest wanted to watch her perform, she simply needed to release a desire inside of her that had been locked up for too long. The dragon came over to see if her bath was finished, only to feel himself become aroused at the sight of her. His view of her from behind was incredible. She stood in the middle of the stream with her legs spread and her tail held high, but the most exciting thing was where her head was. She had her lips planted on her pussie and was licking herself in desperate need of release. She delicately stroked her clit with the tip of her tongue, and smiled ferociously as shivers went down her spine. Brimstone closed his eyes inhaling her scent as he licked his cock. Amura felt a little naughty as she used her fangs to bite down lightly on the lips of her pussie. Her rough tongue slid across her inner self, pleasing her body in unspeakable ways. She wondered how it would feel if she was in human form using her smooth tongue to lick herself. Without even casting the spell, but rather by thinking about what form she wanted, she transformed into her human form. Her eyes snapped open when she no longer felt fur on her lips, but instead smooth warm skin. Brimstone didn't see her change, because his eyes were still shut, but he was nearing his zenith. Amura was a little shocked and she began to wonder how much her powers had grown last night. She didn't have long to think about it because the water instantly drained the warmth from her bare flesh. By the time she transformed back to normal, she was shivering. Amura turned around to tell Brimstone that she wanted to get out of the river, but to her surprise, she was hit with a hot stream of semen. Once he had finished splashing the tigress with cum, Brimstone lifted her up and impaled her on his throbbing cock. While he mated with her, he spread his wings and soared into the sky. While they flew, the breeze blowing past them, Amura changed to her succubus form, this time without using a spell. By transforming right as semen began pumping through his shaft, she found she could hold his pleasure for a longer period. While they flew, his thrusts came in time with the beat of his wings. By nightfall, she still had him going so he landed to keep his energy up. They landed in a meadow, near some dense woods. The woodland creatures watched as they performed their carnal act out in the open. Amura in particular felt very exposed as her nude body hung from his cock. Brimstone whispered in her ear as he fucked her, "We are going to meet a friend of mine. I hope you will have enough energy left to keep him happy". They remained in the field until they were done mating. Once they were done, they rested in the field for a while. Amura was soaked in dragon cum again, but she was too tired to care. When his energy was restored, Brimstone held Amura in his hand and continued with their journey. Amura wasn't happy when she realized that the mountain they were headed for seemed to be volcanically active. They swooped over the edge and landed on the inside of the volcano. The dragon inside of this new lair was over twice the size of Brimstone. Not only was he gigantic, but also he had two heads and four wings. There were a pair of dragonesses in front of him, and he was apparently mating with one while the other waited her turn. Brimstone landed and walked over to the dragons. Amura's lungs burned from the heat. Luckily, there wasn't much smoke. She noticed something that was even more frightening than all four dragons; they were standing in molten lava. She didn't even want to think about what would happen if she fell down there. Brimstone explained to the dragon that he had some business to attend to. He wanted the dragon to look after Amura while he was gone. After agreeing, he handed Amura to the dragon, and then Brimstone flew away. While the dragon examined Amura, he pulled out of his mate. It was only then that Amura realized he had been mating both of them at the same time. He had two cocks, which appeared to be coming out of the same sheath. He only had a single pair of balls, but they were twice the size of Brimstone's. "So, Brimstone says you know how to please a dragon". "Yes" Amura replied, remembering her role. "Well, we'll just have to see about that won't we", he sneered. In a fluid movement, he slid Amura onto one of his shafts. It took a moment to get used to the shape of his cock, because it differed from Brimstone's, but at least this dragon had a slightly smaller shaft. It wasn't long before he got a rhythm going; soon Amura was being pounded for all she was worth. Small flecks of magma were splashing up and scorching her fur, but they never actually burned her. The dragonesses watched with rapt attention while his huge cock disappeared into her small body. Soon, overcome by lust, they were stroking each other's breasts. The dragon pumped his furry little toy, while his other cock stood at attention ready for a sweet pussie of its own. Amura decided not to change to succubus form, because she feared she wouldn't be able to charm all three dragons. One of the dragonesses came over and took his cock in her mouth. He let her suck, but told her not to finish him because he wanted to test out his new toy. Meanwhile, the other dragoness tasted Amura. She slid her long reptilian tongue up and down Amura's body. The tigress purred as her nipples were fingered by the dragoness. The dragoness presses her breasts to Amura's. She was surprised to find that the scales on the dragoness were very soft, almost like feathers. Milk was beginning to dribble from Amura's nipples as she wantonly licked both of their breasts. As the dragon neared his zenith, the power of his thrusts increased. Soon magma was splashing everywhere. Just as he ejaculated into her body, Amura was splashed by the lava. To her surprise it didn't burn. I was more like warm water. She surmised that she had somehow acquired fire resistance from the dragon. The dragoness got a surprise when semen appeared in Amura's mouth, due to her little cum teleportation trick. She leaned forward and they shared a dragon-cum kiss. Amura took a moment to get her breath as he pulled her off his shaft. She didn't get any rest though, because he immediately rammed her onto his other dick. She gasped, orange semen draining from her body as he lined up his thrusts. He slowly thrust into Amura, while he licked his other cock into its sheath. The dragonesses were busy licking each other clean. While he mated with her, Amura found that this cock was slightly bigger and there were more ribs on it. She bounced on his penis, rather powerless to fight back in any way. Not that she wanted to resist, she was enjoying her chance to get a truly good fucking. She concentrated on the sensations, trying to draw as much of his power as possible. He leaned both of his heads down and began licking her breasts, one breast with the left tongue one with the other. His tongues were tantalizing her and his speed was increasing. A jaw clamped down on her left shoulder then another on her right shoulder. Amura knew he was getting close, so she strove to release her orgasm in time with his. He held the cat tightly in his jaws, thrusting with great enthusiasm; it would only be a matter of time now. She felt her body spasm as her cunt squeezed him, her orgasm was on the verge of release, and it only needed a little more to set it off. When her pussie contracted on his cock, he came hard giving her everything he had. "AAAAaaaaahhhhhh yes, give it to me", she screamed when her orgasm overwhelmed her. She was so high on pleasure at this point that she never wanted to come down. He pumped hard, keeping Amura on her zenith for a good while longer. When his orgasm mellowed, he stood there in shock for a moment. He had never known any human that was capable of such pleasure. The only being that he knew was the dark one, and she wasn't exactly human. The dragon needed to rest, so he sat her on a rock and lay in the lava to sleep. Amura sat on the rock and bemoaned her fur. She was orange again, this time even her hair was orange. After a thorough look, she found that no part of her had escaped unscathed; she was orange from head to foot. She was so sticky that she felt like she had jumped into a barrel of molasses. Desolate, she laid her head down to sleep. The dragonesses had other ideas though. The dragon hadn't finished with them when Amura arrived; therefore, they were still in desperate need of relief. She saw the lust in their eyes as they begged her to play with them. Amura agreed and they lay together on the side of the lava flow. She licked one of the dragonesses, with her rough tongue. The dragoness's vagina was so large that Amura was able to put both hands inside. After some massaging and searching, Amura found the dragoness's clitoris. Amura had never seen a clit so big in her entire life; it was about eight inches long and the shape of a dog's penis. Amura licked it causing the dragoness to moan. Soon Amura was sucking it like a cock, and then an idea came to mind. Amura released the dragoness from her mouth, letting a trail of saliva run down her clit. Lesbian lust on her mind, Amura scooted forward and pressed the clit against her vulva. Amura impaled herself on it. When the dragon flesh entered her, Amura was surprised at how silky soft it was. Wrapped in carnal pleasure, they began to mate. The dragoness and the tigress moved in unison fulfilling each other's carnal needs. Amura drove the most intimate part of the dragoness's sex into herself. She was amazed by how wonderful each thrust felt. While she drove her pussie onto the clit, Amura use her hands tongue and tail to probe into the dragoness's vagina. Wanting some of the action, the other dragoness pressed her crotch to Amura's face. Using only her head, Amura probed inside the dragoness. She was rewarded with a warm clit that she immediately began to suck. The dragonesses humped their hips, satisfying Amura from both ends. Amura slid her arms into one dragoness and her legs into the other. They used Amura like a double-ended dildo as they pleasured each other. Amura arched her back, pressing herself down with each in stroke. Her orgasm was so near that she could literally taste it. The transfer spell was still in effect, and the juices from her pussie were draining into her mouth. She felt a tingle rushing through her inner thighs, the clit rubbed her own, making her eyes roll back. With a gasp, she tensed up and her pussie contracted on the clit, soon an orgasm overwhelmed her. Wrapped in her own bliss, Amura let them use her to pleasure themselves. Their breasts touching, the dragonesses began to orgasm on their tigress dildo. Amura was brought out of her reprieve by a very unexpected occurrence; the dragonesses' clits were ejaculatory. A wave of feminine cum overflowed Amura's mouth. Amura purred as the delicious fluid washed over her tongue. After drinking her fill, she curled up to sleep in the folds of the dragonesses' pussies. When she awoke the next morning, Amura mischievously began licking the dragonesses. It wasn't long before all three of them were awake and ready for some fun. Amura laid her body across the dragoness's feathery scales, and began to sensuously slide more and more of the dragoness's clit into her pussie. Hearing the noise, the dragon awoke. The other dragoness moved on top of the two females and penetrated Amura with her clit as well. Amura reveled in the feeling as both of the dragoness's clits moved within her body. The mere sight of what they were doing was enough to get the dragon aroused. He decided to take the opportunity to join in on the sensuous display. He lined up his cocks and simultaneously penetrated both of the dragonesses. When he began to thrust into the dragonesses, their clits were pounded deep into Amura. Amura arched her back and spread her legs wide, trying to allow as much access as possible. The feelings rushing through her body were intense; she clenched her hands, digging her claws into the dragoness's scales. While they were mating, Amura saw a dark form in the corner of her eye. Her curiosity got the better of her so she turned her head to look. There was a Catrai standing by the wall, her fur was such a pure black that it seemed to absorb all of the light around her. The only color that Amura could discern was the red gleam in her eyes and her dark red lips. Standing at her feet was a black panther who had fur just as dark as hers. His eyes also had a red hue, but Amura focused most of her attention on his crimson cock, which stood up rigid and free from the confines of its sheath. Amura wondered why he was erect, but then she realized what she and the dragons were doing. The dragon took note that the dark one had arrived, but he continued mating his dragonesses while he talked to her. "Samantha, what do you need?" "I am looking for a trio of girls who have stolen something of mine. "What did they steal?" "They took my pet, Xenosmilus" she replied viciously. "I have descriptions of all three girls," Amura became worried; this person was looking for her. She was far too worn out to put up any sort of fight. Amura just hoped that the woman would leave before the dragons were done. Because if she didn't leave, she would probably recognize Amura instantly. "My apprentice was taking care of my pet at the time, she has been properly punished for loosing Xenosmilus. Before she died, she gave me a description of the thieves. One is human with light brown hair, catlike ears, and a tail. The second is a Kanin with white fur, and black hair, feet, and hands. The third is a Catrai with vivid blue fur. If you find any of them, take them to me alive". By the end of her explanation, the dragon was near his limit. "If I see them I'll deal with it", the dragon replied, "Will you be staying for the night". "No, I'll leave once you're done" She leaned over and licked the panther's cock. Amura thought that maybe she could wait it out if she kept the dragons from reaching orgasm just yet. Her body was well hidden, so Amura transformed into her succubus form. After about twenty minutes she felt her power waning, it was too much effort to hold this form while keeping all three dragons from orgasming. The dark one had finished sucking off the panther and now she was mating with him. Having sex while watching dragons fuck, was one of her little vices. The only thing she liked more was being the one the dragon was mating. Amura's power finally faded and she returned to her normal form. The dragonesses put their tongues in Amura's mouth touching every part of her body inside and out. She was instantly overwhelmed with the simultaneous ejaculations of both dragonesses into her pussie. The dragon felt semen rushing through his shaft as he gave one final thrust, sinking his cock deep into the dragonesses. While Amura lay there letting the sensations flood her body, dragon cum began to pour from the dragonesses' pussies and rain on her back. The wave of magical energy that she absorbed from the dragons renewed Amura's strength. The dark one licked her lips as she watched the dragon's cocks slide from his mates. She cast a small spell that caused the panther to ejaculate in her while she stared at the dragon's dripping member. Amura slid free from the dragonesses and desperately looked for a way out of the volcano. She scanned the northern rim to no avail. She turned around to check the southern rim, only to be met face to face with the dark Catrai. Amura jumped a foot into the air only to fall on the ground helpless as the Catrai cast a charm on her. "Where did this tigress come from". "She belongs to Brimstone". "She looks positively delicious," the Catrai said as she advanced on Amura "I really must have a taste". Amura suddenly felt a need to spread her legs, giving the Catrai full access to her. The Catrai got on all fours and lowered her head between Amura's legs. She drew her tongue across Amura's clit slowly, sensuously. Whenshe gone across all of Amura's sex, she closed her eyes savoring the taste, the tip of her tongue slowly tracing her red tinted upper lip. They were so close that Amura could feel the Catrai's body heat. Amura shivered in expectation when the Catrai's breasts grazed her inner thigh. The dark one stood up, "what a delicious treat, it's been too long since I've tasted another Catrai... Tell Brimstone that I plan to buy this tigress from him the next time I see him. For now though, I must leave, it is very important that I find those fugitives". That said; she and the panther disappeared into the shadows. When Samantha disappeared, Amura felt normal again. Instead of wanting to be near the Catrai, she was suddenly very afraid. That charm she had been hit with had not only made her helpless physically, somehow she had been unable to even imaging resisting the spell. She realized that she would have done whatever the Catrai had wanted, without question. She was very lucky that her fur had been stained orange, there was no telling what would have happened if she had been recognized. The dragons went back to sleep while Amura thought about what had ensued.** The next day Amura was lying in a state of troubled sleep when a thunderous crash caused her to awake. Brimstone had returned and he was angry. He scooped up Amura and hurriedly told the black dragon that some adventurers were headed to his castle. They would be there in a matter of days, and he needed to be there in case they tried to rob the place. The black dragon asked if he needed help. Brimstone denied his offer. "There are onlyt two girls and one armored warrior. I will enjoy dealing with them." While they flew back to the castle, Amura looked down to the road and saw a glimpse of a black horse with a fiery mane. Ember. Her friends would be here soon; she needed a plan. If she could wear the dragon out, they might have a chance. When they landed, she told the dragon she would like a bath. He was tired from the trip and nearly told her that it could wait, but he noticed the mischievous glint in her eyes and realized that she wanted more than a bath. He felt himself go hard; the adventurers probably wouldn't arrive for three days; he could afford to play with his pet for one night. He put her in the river and watched her wash sensuous curves. Her wet blue fur shone in the moonlight as she washed her body. While she washed, Amura played with her pussie. It was very invigorating to have the water wash her inside and out. Her pleasure was rising to the point of no return. Just as her orgasm began to bloom, she concentrated on holding it there as if she was in succubus form. It worked; she just hoped it would work on the dragon. Transforming into succubus form would drain her too much, but if she could hold the dragon's orgasm while in Catrai form, she would gain enough power from him to keep it up indefinitely. She let her orgasm flow not wanting to waste any power, even though she would have truly enjoyed waiting a little longer. The dragon picked up his frozen blue tigress and lowered her to his pulsing member. Amura yelped when the dragon's flaming hot penis touched her cold pussie. He only managed to sink about ten inches of himself into her. When Amura realized that her transformation spell had worn out, she quickly recast it. His next thrust went deep into her deep enough that she was able to place her feet on his balls. He pulled his length out and drove it back in, Amura growled ferociously. As his shaft became more moistened, he began to pick up the pace. It wasn't long before Amura realized that she would need to cast the spell to keep him from releasing into her. She concentrated on the spell, letting everything else fade from her mind. She was so focused that she didn't even break her chant when she orgasmed. It took an incredible amount of willpower to ignore the pleasure rushing through her body, but she realized how important it was that she avoided any distractions. When she reached her second orgasm without any sign that the dragon was getting close, she knew that the charm was working. For forty more hours, Brimstone rode the tigress. Her constant orgasms had soaked his cock and the excess fluid was making a puddle on the floor. He was close to his limit and he didn't even realize how much time had passed as he strove to pour his semen into the tigress. They were both to the point of absolute physical exhaustion. Amura almost lost control of him as precum drizzled from his cock and soothed her overworked pussie. The dragon was being driven mad with lust; he wouldn't have been able to stop riding the tigress even if he had wanted to. Instinct had taken over and he was just fulfilling his cravings. Amura as well had been overcome by her instinctual urge to mate. She was roaring and screaming, saliva dripping from her fangs as she drank the milk from her own breasts. Meanwhile her hands were busy pleasuring the most sensitive parts of her body. Even though her body was writhing in animalistic passion, her mind was clear. Sustaining an amount of willpower of which she never thought herself capable, Amura concentrated on the spell. For many more hours, she played this losing battle of the mind, but she strove on, knowing that her friends' lives hung in the balance. About twenty hours later, the dragon finally broke her focus. Amura only let her mind wander for a moment when she felt his tongue slide across her breasts. In the next instant, she felt his semen rush into her body. Gallon after gallon filled her mouth until she couldn't keep the transportation spell going and semen began to fill her pussie. The dragon leaned back letting his cock support her body as he used every available fragment of his energy to pump his seed into the tigress. With every burst, he propelled her up his cock filling her pussie. By the time he finished, there was only a foot of his shaft in her body. His body spent, the dragon fell to the ground. Amura absorbed so much magical energy that she was also rendered unconscious. She just prayed that Chenoa and Neko would arrive in time. ## 8 Neko To The Rescue ## Chenoa felt helpless as she saw her friend slam into a tree then disappear over the edge of the cliff. She fell to her knees in shock. Then to her amazement, she saw the dragon flying through the air with Amura hanging below, still holding onto the rope. The dragon flew up the side of the mountain and landed on a structure at the top. Getting to the dragon this time around would be much tougher; it was about fifteen miles up a steep slope on very rough terrain. Chenoa looked to her companion "We need to help Amura". Neko just bowed her head in acknowledgment, the servant on the other hand decided to stay put. Neko looked to Chenoa "Maybe the wizard can help us". Chenoa shook her head, "No there isn't time to go back to town". Neko wasn't convinced. Chenoa mulled it over in her head for a moment, "OK Neko you go get help, I'll meet you at the top of the mountain". Neko took the servant with her and headed to town as fast as she could. She reached the wizard by noon the next day. After hearing that Amura had been taken to a castle on the mountain, he flat out refused to go rescue her. Finally, Neko left the carriage with him and headed into town in search of help. Everybody turned her down the second they found out where she was going. Finally, someone gave her a glimmer of hope. She was told that there was a guild not far from town, where she might be able to hire somebody. Neko got on Ember and rode to the guild as quickly as she could. It was a long trip. Neko rode until nightfall but she decided to set camp because she had a long way to go and Ember was exhausted. Neko set up a fire and melted some snow in a pot so that Ember and she could get something to drink. After she had eaten, Neko was too worked up to sleep so she proceeded to brush Ember's main. As she started brushing down his back, she noticed something, he had become erect. She ignored the tingling between her legs at first, but as his member became hard and throbbed against his belly, her refrain wavered. She nervously looked over her shoulder to see if anyone was around. Being part cat, she had excellent night vision, and she spied no intruders. Still a little nervous, she kneeled down beside Ember. She had never done anything with a creature so large and she worried that she might be injured, but concern couldn't drive the need from her body. She took a good look at Ember's cock as it pulsed against his underside. She wondered what it would feel like to have something like that inside of her, though she didn't dare try such a thing. She reached forward and gently wrapped her fingers around the head of his member. She was surprised by the warmth and strength of it. Her keen nose picked up the pheromones in the air, which only heightened her arousal. Hands shaking, she untied the sash on her robe. The robe fell to the ground, uncovering her nude form. Neko felt a chill as the cold wind drew heat from her skin, her nipples stood taunt, and sensitive to the air flowing over them. She led Ember closer to the fire and basked in its warmth. The white snow flickered with an orange from the fire. In the glow, Ember's Mane and tail looked like they actually were aflame. She touched her finger to the wetness at the tip of his huge member, then brought her finger to her mouth and tasted it. The salty pre-cum made her mouth water. Smiling ferally, she brought her moistened finger to her pussie and gently rubbed her clit. Her eyes rolled back as she nearly orgasmed right then. She was purring now as she crawled beneath Ember and cradled his huge testicles in her small hands. She leaned forward and licked his balls. She then licked her way up the base of his shaft, following the ridges of his furred sheath. Her tail swished back and forth sending wisps of snow into the air. Neko felt Ember throb in her hands when her rough tongue grazed his warm penis. Neko marveled at his equipment as she caressed him. Though he had basically the same body as a horse, his genitalia was shaped like that of a cat. Neko smiled as she thought how any lion would envy the size of Embers cock. Though it was shaped like that of a cat, he had all the enormity of a horse. It was an incredible feeling to have his rod pulse under her grip. Neko pressed his massive balls to her breasts as she continued to lick his heavily veined shaft. While she rubbed her breasts with his balls, she felt that tingle of need within her, burst into flaming desire. She moved further up and slid her breast against his powerful rod as she arched her back to lick around the head of his cock. She licked up the sticky precum dripping from his shaft, and knew he was close to his limit. Her finger found the lips of her pussie as she tried to satisfy a need of her own. Neko mewled excitedly when Ember's balls jerked in her hands and semen began to pump through his shaft. She held onto his cock as he reared up onto his hind legs, his dick standing up at an angle. Neko eagerly pumped his cock as burst after burst came forth. Ember's semen rained down on Neko's skin. When he had finished, Neko was streaked white. When Ember fell back on all fours, Neko toppled backwards to land in the snow. Laying on her back in the snow, Neko's cum streaked hands found her sex. The cum still dripping from Ember's cock, drizzled on her leg and melted the snow around her calf. Neko arched her back thrusting her breast upward as her orgasm bloomed. Her hips swayed against her fingers driving her to her peak. The only sound heard in the dark was her sensuous purring. When the vivid feelings began to mellow across her body she felt to her side. Neko lay curled next to the fire, gasping, and her hair splayed out on the snow. Neko licked her body clean while she tried to catch her breath. As her breathing slowed, Neko's eyes felt heavy and she drifted off to a peaceful sleep.** They traveled for the rest of the next day but at least it was in the direction of the mountain. She reached the guild well past midnight. Neko pulled the hood of her cloak up over her ears and entered the building. There was a man at a desk, who seemed to be in charge. Neko tiredly walked over to him. The man looked up rather surprised that anybody would come at such a late hour. He cleared his throat, "can I help you". Neko nervously chewed her lip "do you know of the castle on top of that big mountain north of here". He nodded in agreement. "A dragon abducted my friend and took her there. I need someone to help me rescue her. I would be wil...." She was cut off in mid-sentence, as the man stood up. "Nobody here is stupid enough to go to that castle. The dragon up there has killed better men than me, and he would be only too happy to make a snack out of you". Neko felt tears welling up in her eyes "but it's only a little dragon". She mewled pitifully. Several of the men in the room started laughing. One called out "Ha, if that's your idea of a little dragon then I surely don't want to meet a big one". Neko began to cry out in desperation. It was hopeless, why would no one help. Her trembling knees finally gave out and she kneeled on the floor sobbing. Moments later a pair of strong arms lifted her and carried her from the room. Through blurred vision, Neko saw that the man was wearing a full set of armor. She was laid on a bed then a deep voice said, "Rest now we will speak of your troubles in the morning". The next day Neko awoke and yawned sleepily as she wondered where she was. She yelped and jumped back in surprise when she noticed that the man from last night was sitting on a trunk by the door, sleeping. He looked up through the faceguard of his helmet "ah you're awake". Neko pulled her hood tighter to make sure her ears weren't showing. The man stood up and stretched. "Now what is all this talk of dragons. Surely you haven't angered one". Neko told him the story of finding the little dragon, and explained why they needed to rescue Amura. Without a moment's pause he agreed, "Okay, we head out in one hour". Neko stammered for a moment, "but I have no way to pay you". He chuckled "I require no payment. The reason I'm at this lousy excuse for a guild is that I ran into some trouble with a wizard. I was expelled from my country and lost my knighthood to boot. So, I'm on more of a mission of redemption than anything else". On their way out, he stopped to talk to the man at the counter. "I need a map and enough dried beef for a two week journey". The clerk halted when he noticed Neko standing there, "wait a minute you're not going slay her dragon are you. You're not from around these parts, that thing came into town once, you have no idea how big it is, nor how dangerous". Neko's friend stood up straight and pointed to the imperial crest on his breastplate "I am Sir Shane of the imperial order. I have personally killed three dragons, two of which mind you, were far larger and more dangerous that the one that lives on your hill and makes you cower in fear. Do not begin to think I won't be able to handle the situation". The entire room went quiet and everyone looked at him in amazement. People began whispering, "He said that he killed a dragon bigger than old brimstone". "Yeah, well I'll believe him if he comes back alive". The clerk handed Shane his supplies, "here you go. You seem brave and all, but I don't believe in charging a man for supplies that will help bring him his death, so these are on the house. I do hope you can really deal with that monster, it would be a load off my mind". As they left the building Neko heard someone say "that's a real shame, all that courage and it's about to be turned to ash". Shane mounted his horse and Neko followed him on Ember. Shane studied the map and remarked, "There is a road that leads up the mountain and it appears to be traversable by horse, but we will have to ride all the way to the western slope". They spent the first few days talking while they rode northwest. While riding through some thick woods, they came upon a stream draining from a pool of water, which sat a little further in the woods. It was getting late so they decided it would be a good place to make camp. Once their tents were set up, they walked toward the pool to refill their water-skins. While Neko filled the skins with water, she thought about how good it would feel to take a bath after all these days of riding. She couldn't take a bath while wearing her robe, so she would need to tell Shane about her ears and tail. She walked over to him "um Shane I need to tell you something... I have ears". She realized how stupid it sounded the second it came out of her mouth. Shane sounded rather confused "I was under the assumption that everybody did". Neko decided to just show him. She pulled back her hood to reveal the catlike ears on top of her head, then stared at the ground, blushing and embarrassed. After a moment's silence, she looked at him but she couldn't tell his reaction because his helmet was hiding his face. Shane took a good look at her ears, "how did it happen. Were you hit by a curse"? Neko's thoughts raced. She figured that he was probably going to abandon her here just in case it was catching. She couldn't think of a way to explain that she had looked like this ever since she was born. Finally, she just said, "I wasn't cursed I've always had them". Shane folded his arms "humph, I wish I was so lucky". Neko couldn't figure out what he meant by being lucky, but least he wasn't running away. Her ears perked up, "they really don't bother you". Shane shook his head, "they don't bother me in the least, if fact they look rather cute". Neko disrobed and turned around "and what about my tail". He reached out his hand and stroked her tail "it's soft and beautiful just like you. I think it fits you well". Neko was ecstatic; she turned around and hugged his chest. It wasn't until she let go that she realized she was standing there naked. Suddenly self-conscious she put her hands over her breasts and pulled her tail between her legs to cover her sex. "So, now that you know why I always wore that robe, will you please take your helmet off, it's unnerving to talk to a piece of iron." Shane looked toward her "you take your bath first, and then we'll worry about me". Shane sat on a fallen tree and watched her swim while he mulled over his thoughts. Even after she had finished cleaning up, Neko stayed in the water and played for a while. Shane was lost in his thoughts when he realized that Neko was coming toward him. He chuckled when he saw that she had a fish in her mouth. Purring, she sat next to him to have her snack. "Before I remove my helmet I need to tell you a story". Neko looked at him "oh yeah, I forgot all about that". She snuggled up closer to him while he spoke. ## 9 The Fall Of Sir Shane ## Four Years ago.... Shane sat polishing his armor. He wanted to look his best when he met up with Elvira. Everybody said that she was going out with every knight in the castle but Sir Shane knew better, she was only interested in him. Sadly, he didn't realize that his love was one sided. Elvira was an apprentice to the court wizard. If anyone found out where he was going, he would be in serious trouble, but Sir Shane didn't feel concerned in the least. Elvira's superior was the only person he felt was a threat. There was just something wrong with that guy. "That crazy old wizard would probably turn me into a frog. If he knew, that is." Sir Shane chuckled to himself. He looked down the edge of his razor sharp sword; it was well known throughout the castle that he prided himself on being the best swordsman in the country. He took a couple of swings at thin air, and then smirked. The castle watch announced that it was midnight; he gathered his belongings and headed to the east tower. Elvira told him she had something special planned tonight, he was so excited that he wanted to run to the tower, but he decided to keep a low profile. It wouldn't do to draw too much attention to himself. He met Sir Mitchell at the door to the tower. Sir Mitchell was his most trusted friend. Sir Shane knew that Mitchell would die before telling anyone of Shane's rendezvous with Elvira. He gave his friend a hearty handshake then headed up the stairs. Sir Shane walked up the steps until he reached a hidden passageway in the wall. When he entered the secret room, he saw Elvira laying nude on a bed of roses. He was somewhat surprised, they been having sex off and on for the last month but this was the first time she had been ready from the start. "You're rather brazen tonight". "You have no idea", was all the answer he got. Elvira floated out of the bed and walked toward him. Sir Shane's hair stood on end, he was always unsettled when she used magic but he didn't let it show. She wrapped her arms around him and began unbuckling his armor. "How is my knight?" she asked seductively, pulling the buckles loose on his armor. Sir Shane stood there, at a loss for words. After she removed his steel plates, she let him get rid of his chain mail while she danced using a bedpost for support. He had a hard time removing his chain mail while he watched her. Under his breath, he cursed her, she knew she was irritating him, but again he tried not to let it show. If he showed weakness she would only use it against him, and that was something he didn't need to deal with right now. Elvira began moving her body sensuously; taking great pleasure in the difficulty it was giving him with his armor. She straddled the bedpost, hanging on with one arm while she rubbed her breasts with her other hand. Soon she was licking her breasts and humping the post as her pleasure grew. Sir Shane was finally free from his clothes and he walked over to her. He had acquired a raging hardon just from watching her, and when he kissed her, she took his cock in her hand. Sparks flashed in her eyes as she wrapped him in her spell. He slid his finger over her clit causing her to orgasm. When she reached her zenith, she cast a spell that caused him to orgasm at the same time as her. Elvira bit down on his lower lip as his breath came in hitched gasps and he sprayed semen across her breasts. When he was spent, they fell together on the bed. Sir Shane awoke to a loud noise. He jumped up not realizing that he had no weapon and saw that the court mage had entered their room. The wizard yelled some incoherent things at him. The only part he understood sounded something like, "No one will ever wish to look upon you again. I curse you to become the beast that deep down you really are". Sir Shane didn't like the sound of that one bit, but before he could make up an alibi, he was hit squarely in the chest with a bolt of energy. He though it was going to hurt, but actually a warm tingling sensation went over his skin. Suddenly hair began to grow all over his body. The last thing he saw before he fainted was Elvira's shocked face. When Sir Shane awoke in the dungeon, he realized he was still covered with fur. His hands were different also; they were bigger looking. He touched his face and it felt all wrong. Desperately he flailed about hoping to find something reflective. In the corner of his cell, he found a puddle of muddy water... He stared in shock; he couldn't believe what his eyes perceived. He had been transformed into some sort of Minotaur; his reflection was so grotesque that he wished never to see it again. Nevertheless, the nightmare looked back at him from the water. He kicked dirt into the puddle until it was reduced to mud, but there was no way to close his mind to the images that tormented him in his head. The next day Sir Shane was brought into the court for sentencing. He felt that he was coping fairly well, he hadn't screamed in the last five hours. Six very worried looking guards brought him before the judge. He had once known these men, they would have stood at his side no matter how badly the odds were against them, but now they could barely stand to look him in the eye. For un-knightly conduct concerning the apprentice Elvira, he was to be banished from the city and have his knighthood revoked until such time that he could prove that he deserved to return. For interfering with the wizard upon his arrival at the tower, Sir Mitchell was to be charged thirty thousand Imperial Dollars. When the judge's hammer came down, the sharp clang reverberated throughout Shane's mind. For days, the sound would echo in his head. To Shane it was the sound of life as he had known it, ending. Shane was escorted to the outside of the city, where he sat for the rest of the day. He had no belongings other than the leather prisoners' pants that they had made him wear. He truly had no will to go on. Shane wondered if he could sneak into the city and retrieve his armor, but on second thought, that would never work now that he was changed, his armor would be too small to fit him. He wondered if some proud knight like he had been, would mistake him for a real Minotaur and try to slay him. Deep down Shane almost hoped such a thing would happen. His whole life, he had wanted to do nothing but become a knight. As it stood now, life had lost meaning. The next day the guards made him stand farther from the road because travelers were afraid that a monster lived outside the castle. Shane thought to himself that they weren't far from the truth. That night, Sir Mitchell came up to him carrying a trunk and leading a horse. Shane looked at him "I heard that our wizard messed you up pretty good while you were guarding the tower". Sir Mitchell smiled "Yeah I'll admit that he got the upper hand, but I got my revenge". Shane looked at him "How?" Mitchell leaned close so nobody might hear, "you remember that ridiculous fine they pinned on me?" "Uh huh" he answered. "Well, I hocked some of the old fool's stuff to pay it off. He suspected me so he tried to turn me into an ugly bloke like he did to you. Unfortunately for him, he did it in the middle of the courtyard, so he was jailed up and Elvira was promoted to court Witch. Luckily for me, my armor deflected the spell. Everyone thinks it was vaporized because it disappeared for a while. I figured I would give it to you while they made me a new set. You can have the horse too". Shane thanked him and tried the armor on. Sir Mitchell was bigger than he, but the armor still fit very tight. He tried to get the Gauntlets onto his hands, but he soon realized that it was never going to happen. Giving up on the gauntlets, he put the helmet on and Sir Mitchell nodded in approval. "There now nobody will see your ugly mug". Shane chuckled for the first time in days. If anybody else would have said that, then he would probably have killed the fool on the spot, but somehow it was all right if it came from a friend. Shane looked at him, "I may be ugly but you're still uglier". Sir Mitchell laughed and told Shane to get out of town before someone spotted them. As Sir Mitchell walked away, Shane checked the saddlebags on the horse. He found a collection of gold coins inside. "One day I'll pay you back," Shane said to himself. Before leaving town, Shane decided to purchase a weapon at the local armory. Inside he found a two handed sword similar to the one he used to have. To his horror, he found that his hands were so big that he could no longer get both of them on the handle. As a one handed weapon it was off balance and completely worthless. The clerk watched him contemptuously as he tried every sword in the shop. Finally, he found a huge beaten up ax. It had a good balance, but Shane just wished he had more training with axes. "How much for this?" The clerk looked at the weapon "Ah I got that off a dead Minotaur some years back, I could never find anyone who could wield it properly. I would need to get about 100 Imperial coins for it". Shane stood stock-still. In his head, the words echoed, "Got that off a dead Minotaur". Shane chuckled grimly under his breath. It seemed fitting that he would choose it out of all the weapons in the store. When he came to his senses, Shane asked if he could trade a pair of imperial gauntlets for the ax and some bigger gauntlets. The clerk agreed and handed a huge pair of gauntlets to Shane. They weren't as well crafted as his Imperial armor, but they fit. When he left the shop, Shane headed into town hoping to find some work at one of the nearby guilds** Neko sat lost in Shane's story, for a moment not realizing where she was. Once he finished his tale, Shane lifted the helmet from his head. To his shock, Neko leaned over and kissed him. Shane smiled then sat and petted Neko's hair "Maybe I should get cleaned up also". Neko finished eating her fish while Shane removed his armor. While he was washing up, Neko noticed something that fascinated her; his balls were huge like those of a bull. She thought that she might get a closer look if she helped him wash up. When he felt a hand on his back, Shane reached for his ax, but he settle down when he realized that it was Neko. The little cat took her time as she washed his back then his chest. When she reached his equipment, she looked up apprehensive. "Do you mind", she asked. He just led her hands down to his sheath. Neko happily sat in the water and soaped up his balls. It wasn't long before she spied a horse shaped penis beginning to protrude from his sheath. When he became fully erect, she began to run her hands up and down his shaft. Shane held her against him as she licked and sucked on the head of his cock. While she ran her hands across his shaft, Neko pressed it to her breasts exciting him further. Soon, they were both sweating and panting. Neko slid her tail into her moistened pussie and imagined that her tail was the huge cock that she held in her hands. Neko sucked on the tip of his cock and got an enticing taste of pre cum. She wrapped her legs around his balls pressing them to her sex. The feeling of her tail sliding across his balls as it made its way into her was too much for Shane. He tried to hold off a little longer so he could warn her. "Hold your breath you're about to get doused". When Shane's balls pulled up to his body, pushing semen into his shaft, Neko orgasmed from the extra pressure against her pussie. With her hands on his shaft, she could feel the cum rushing toward her face. When it reached the tip, she put her mouth over his cock-head. She got more than she bargained for when the first burst nearly choked her. When she pulled back, each proceeding burst hit her squarely in the face, soaking her skin and dripping down her body. Shane looked down and saw her sitting there smiling cutely in a pool of semen. As the excess cum dripped from her body, it was being washed downstream. Neko coughed meekly "You were right; I should have held my breath". Once they were cleaned up, they lay together in the tent and slept. Neko insisted on cleaning him every time they came across water. Even though she always made a mess of them first, that was the best part. Sometimes when they had been unable to find any streams to camp for the night, she would stroke his cock between her breasts until he orgasmed, and then she would use her tongue to lick him and herself clean. She wanted him to mate with her but he was afraid that he would hurt her because of his size. Eventually, they found Chenoa walking down the trail looking utterly exhausted. That night when they camped, they asked Chenoa what had happened to her. Chenoa's story took half the night. ## 10 Chenoa & the Pack ## Several days ago... Chenoa saw Neko head back to the carriage. Meanwhile, she began climbing her way up the mountainside. hang on Amura. After three days, Chenoa had caught no food and found no water. She was getting desperate when she noticed some wolf tracks. It appeared to be an entire pack. If she followed the wolves, she knew she would find water. It took all of her skill to follow the trail because snowdrifts caused the prints to disappear so she had to use other methods to track them. Near sunset, she came upon a stream with a freshly killed goat next to it. The red hue of the sun beautifully marked every aspect of the landscape. Amura would have loved this, she didn't take too long to enjoy the view because she was starving. The goat had already been chewed up a good bit by the wolves but one of its legs was fairly intact. Chenoa used her teeth to remove the goat's leg then began eating while she bathed in the stream. With her hunger and thirst finally sated, Chenoa curled up on the riverbank and drifted off to sleep. When Chenoa awoke, she saw a pair of yellow eyes looking directly at her. Instinctively she jumped up and reached for her sword, but she found that in her haste she had neglected to bring it. The wolf closest to her, apparently the leader of the pack, spoke to her in canine tongue, "Only the pack is allowed to eat from a kill"! The others growled in assent. Chenoa thought quickly then responded in their language, "Then let me join the pack". They seemed shocked that she understood them. After talking amongst themselves, they finally concluded that she must be a wolf, albeit a strange looking one. The leader looked to Chenoa "To become part of the pack, you must be born into it or mated into it". Chenoa reached down to the leader and stroked his furry sheath, "Then make me your bitch". The wolf became hard despite himself, and asked the pack for its approval. Finally, they agreed that she could become his mate, but there was one condition. Every member of the pack would be allowed a chance to test the abilities of their new member. Chenoa got on all fours and presented herself to her new mate. He tried to control his excitement as he straddled her body. He waited until the entire pack was ready to witness the act before he got started. When all eyes were on them, he plunged his cock into her cunt, taking her violently. The shackle on Chenoa's neck was jingling as her body was shaken from the force of his thrusts. She felt his saliva dripping on her neck as she clawed at the ground. In the true nature of canines, his bulbous cock began to swell as he neared his climax. Chenoa was panting like a dog as she felt him swell within her... she let him take her. Finally, the wolf reached his climax. As he flooded her with semen, he howled up into the night sky. Their act finished, they remained tied together as his hardened cock continued to fill her womb. While they waited, one of the other wolves came over begging for attention. Chenoa stuck her head between his legs and licked his cock. The wolf was already completely erect from watching them, and the knot in his shaft was engorged within his sheath. Chenoa took his furry sheath in her hand and began to pump the knot of his penis. Chenoa licked him clean, as she continued to massage his dick. Soon he was humping against her hand, driving his rod into her mouth. With a howl, he came in her hand, covering her mouth with watery hot semen. As his cock hung loosely under his belly, drops of wolf cum fell to the ground and mixed with the snowflakes that were beginning to fall. A female wolf came over and helped to lick the first one's cock clean, as the next wolf walked over to Chenoa, eager for his turn. Chenoa told him to lay on his back so she would have better access to him. While she worked on his equipment, she looked up to find that the fourth and final male was standing over her, waiting for relief. She began by sucking on one while giving the other a hand job, but she finally decided it was easier to suck on both wolves at the same time. She held both cocks in her mouth while she pumped them with each of her hands. The female wolf leaned her head down and helped her by licking the cocks she was pumping. The pack leader finally managed to pull himself free from her cunt, so he walked in front of her and added his spurting cock to the fray. Chenoa was surprised when a third cock was pushed into her mouth, but she kept up the pace by constantly alternating which wolf she was masturbating; the female wolf took care of the one she wasn't currently pumping. The lead wolf licked Chenoa's rump while she worked, he was very pleased with his new bitch. It wasn't long before the last two wolves unloaded into her mouth. When she was done, Chenoa eyed their still hard cocks hungrily. She laid the leader on his back while she brought her mouth to his canine member. Chenoa's hand caressed his balls while she cleaned his cock with her tongue. She worked her tongue around the knot, relishing the taste. The salty taste filled her mouth, and causing her sexual excitement to rise. When his penis slid back into its sheath, she went to the next wolf and helped to clean him up. By the time she got to the last wolf, she was so worked up that she crouched over him and lined his cock up with her dripping wet cunt. The wolf's cock had almost returned to normal while she was working with the other wolves, but when she mounted him, he became fully erect again. She moved up and down on him, her lust driving her into a state of animalistic passion. The lips of her sex pressed against his knot every time she came down. The pressure of his knot on her clit was driving her crazy. With a howl of her own, she came to the peak of her pleasure. Chenoa lay on the ground, short of breath. Waves of pleasure were still rippling through her body. As the leader announced that she was now part of the pack, the leader's other mate eyed Chenoa suspiciously. Now that their work was complete, the pack headed to a nearby cave to wait out the snowstorm. The next morning another orgy ensued. All of the male and female wolves were lost in passion except for the leader's mate who continued to watch Chenoa's every move. Chenoa hoped that she wouldn't be a problem, because she had neglected to take her sword with her in her rush to help Amura. Chenoa's thoughts drifted away as a canine penis was driven into her body. When they found out that her cunt could take two cocks simultaneously, her life in the pack got very interesting.** The snowstorm lasted for the rest of the next few days. While they waited out the storm, Chenoa told the leader about her plans to head north to the castle. After some discussion, they decided that north would be as good of a direction for the pack to head as any other. The storm stopped early the next morning. The leader of the pack stood up and announced that it was time to travel. Around sunset, Chenoa caught the scent of a deer. They headed in the direction of the scent. Soon they came upon some tracks. It wasn't long before they spotted their quarry. It was a stag, and he was just finished mating with a doe. However, the pack wasn't big on subtlety. Howling and yapping, they rushed the two deer. The doe got away but Chenoa managed to grab the stag by his throat. As the pack pulled down their prey, Chenoa laid on his belly holding him down, her jaws around his throat. Chenoa gasped, almost losing her grip on his throat when his still hard cock slid into her pussie as she straddled him. Apparently, he hadn't been finished with his doe, because he began to burst within Chenoa while his life faded in her jaws. When it was finished, Chenoa howled at the full moon, crimson blood glistening as it dripped from her jaws and cum shining silver in the moonlight as it streamed from her pussie. Even the leader of the pack was taken aback by how feral she looked. At that moment, she made the rest of the wolf pack seem tame. The pack spent the night sleeping with pleasantly full stomachs. Two days later, Chenoa was bathing in a stream when the leader came over to her. Chenoa looked at him "if you want some lovin" than you'll have to wait until I'm finished with my bath. The leader shook his head "that's not why I'm here; I need to know about your intentions with the pack". Chenoa gave him a quizzical look; "I told you earlier that I intended to stay until we reach the castle". The wolf laid his head in his paws, "I was hoping that you might consider staying permanently. But if not, are you ever going to return". Chenoa looked and saw a glint of desperation in his eyes. She walked over and petted his head "You know that I'm too free spirited to ever stay anywhere, but I promise to come back and visit". The wolf brightened up with the hope of a return visit. Chenoa ruffled his fur and held him to her breasts. While petting him she said in a seductive tone, "I finished my bath with the hope that you would be ready to fuck me. You aren't going to leave your bitch disappointed, are you?" The wolf nuzzled her breasts and climbed over her. He began to slide his cock into her while still licking her breasts. Chenoa whispered into his ear "take me hard; take me like an animal". In response, he grabbed her throat in his jaws, and began viciously ramming his cock into her. She reveled in the feeling, clawing at his fur with her fingernails. They became enveloped in animalistic passion. The water splashed around them as they danced in the pool. From the hill nearby, the leader's mate looked on; envy and anger shone in her eyes and consumed her heart. When they reached orgasm, Chenoa and the wolf howled into the night. Afterwards they lay together and waited for the swelling of his knot to subside. She talked about what they would do when she returned. While she nibbled on his ear, Chenoa made him a promise, "Baby when I come back, I'll make sure that you forget I was ever gone". He gave her a toothy canine grin as he pulled his cock from her body. While he walked back to the pack, Chenoa took another bath. Unbeknownst to her, someone was watching her, silently creeping closer. Just before she was knocked over, Chenoa heard a sound behind her. Chenoa fought desperately to get the animal off her back. Finally, she flung it in front of her. Too her surprise it was the pack leader's mate. Chenoa's neck was bleeding from where the wolf's fangs had lacerated her. The wolf advanced on her growling. Chenoa took a step back toward the waterfall at the end of the lake where the water washed down to meet with the stream below. The wolf leapt at her knocking her back down. She clawed at the wolf's face desperately trying to keep the snapping jaws away from her neck. The wolf lifted her head and Chenoa saw her opening. She leaned forward and sank her fangs into the wolf's throat. The wolf slashed her face with a paw and Chenoa lost her grip. The wolf stepped back, but the damage had already been done, she was bleeding profusely from the wound on her neck. As the wolf's vision blurred, she lunged again. Chenoa was ready this time and she rolled with the wolf's attack. At the end of her maneuver, she flung the wolf through the air. The wolf skidded across the rocky edge of the lake and fell off the ledge. Chenoa licked her wounds as she limped to the waterfall. At the bottom, she saw the wolf lying motionless. She heads paws rushing through the woods behind her. The pack had arrived to see what the commotion was. They looked over the edge and saw their fallen companion at the bottom. While Chenoa was still trying to explain the situation, they headed back to their cave. Chenoa stood confused. Hurriedly she rushed toward the cave. Inside, most of the wolves were going back to sleep. She walked up to the leader, "don't you want to know what happened"? The leader looked back with sorrow in his eyes "the two of you fought and only one remains. That is all that matters in these woods. Life is hard only the toughest are meant to survive". Chenoa stood not knowing what to do. The wolf continued, "This doesn't bode well for me. When you leave, I will no longer have any mates. I fear my status ad leader will not last long". The wolf laid on his side, and fell into a troubled sleep. Chenoa slept beside him with her, hoping to alleviate his pain. In the dead of night, Chenoa left the pack and began walking toward the peak of the mountain. In her solitude, days passed which she barely saw whisk by as she traveled. Sometime later, she met up with Neko, and Shane. Chenoa climbed onto the back of Neko's horse and rested while they rode. During their ride, Neko told Chenoa all that had happened since they had last met. Chenoa remained uncharacteristically silent as Neko talked. When they made camp for the night, Shane studied his map and told them they should reach the castle by late afternoon the next day. While getting ready the next morning, Chenoa borrowed a dagger from Shane. It wasn't as good as her sword but it would do if they ran into trouble. They traveled for several hours until they crested a hill, and the visage of a castle was presented to them. It should have been beautiful, but there was something foreboding about the place. As they approach the castle under the warming noontime sun, they doubled their pace and reached a large door in minutes. While checking the latch, they heard Amura screaming inside the castle. Chenoa found the door to be unlocked and she was about to enter when Shane stopped her. He held his shield high and stood in front, as they entered the castle. Chenoa and Neko were waiting for him to go through the doorway but he just stood there rooted to the spot. His reluctance to move was caused by utter shock. Instead of finding a goat-sized dragon, he was greeted by a dragon which stood well over thirty feet tall. The scales on its body were red tinged with ebony black and smoke curled up from his nostrils as he glared at Shane. In the next moment, the doorway disappeared in flame; in the center of which, was the silhouette of a screaming knight. The blast threw Shane backwards, past Chenoa and Neko. Neko ran over to him to find his armor covered in black char. Tendrils of smoke came out of his helmet in wisps, as she pulled back the faceplate. Neko yanked away her hand when it was singed on the metal. "Are you OK, do you want some water". Shane looked aghast, "it was huge, bigger than a house". Neko began casting a healing spell on him; meanwhile, he continued making his grievances known, "bigger yet, bigger than two houses. Where do you even find dragons that big ... on top of a mountain of course? You'd have to travel for weeks if you wanted to get barbecued properly". Suddenly he realized that Neko was standing over him "Your still alive!" he cried in amazement. "Leave, get on the horse and run for your life. There's a dragon in there you know", He was desperately motioning for her to head toward the horse as he talked. Neko couldn't understand the nonsense that Shane was saying, so she continued with her healing spell. Chenoa looked at Shane, he was still moving so she figured he would be OK, so she headed back to Amura's aid. Just as she was about to charge through the door, the blast of air from another burst of flame knocked her down. Chenoa lay on the ground for another moment her fur slightly singed. Enraged, she leapt through the door and charged into the building, her dagger raised high. As she ran at the dragon, it fired another burst of flame but the fire was stopped by some sort of creature that was flying through the air, shielding her. She was almost to the dragon when she realized that the flying creature was actually Amura in her succubus form. With all her might, Chenoa swung her dagger stabbing the dragon in the leg. It howled in pain, and then kicked her across the room. Chenoa rolled as she landed and came to on her feet. Reaching down she lifted a charred sword from the scattered remains of some unlucky adventurer. With the new weapon, she rushed the creature again. Chenoa was just about to swing her sword when the dragon reached out and grabbed her around the waist. Meanwhile, Shane had regained his senses and was running toward the dragon. Amura's power was waning; she knew she couldn't hold off the dragonfire for much longer. Shane saw his target, the dragon's heart, but it was currently out of his reach. Chenoa strained for air as her lungs were squeezed in the dragon's crushing grip. As her strength was sapped, the sword began to slide from her hand. She put every drop of effort into gripping the sword; she knew it was her only hope. The dragon took the nearly unconscious vixen and tossed her into the air, as she came back down he opened his mouth wide. Amura shrieked when she saw Chenoa fall into the dragon's mouth. Amura's power finally gave out and she fell to the groundâ€"unconscious, as her body transformed back to normal. While the dragon was swallowing Chenoa, he held his neck straight up exposing his heart. Shane took advantage of the opening. He swung with all his might, sinking the head of his great-ax deep into the Dragon's chest. The dragon shuddered for a moment then faltered in its steps, before finally falling to the ground. Amura stood up on weak knees and walked over to the dragon wondering about Chenoa's fate. Meanwhile, Shane walked over to the beast's stomach and pulled a skinning knife from his belt. He slit the dragon's gullet open and out fell several pieces of armor and a nude infuriated vixen. Amura rushed over and hugged her soaked friend "I thought you were dead". "So did I... But, what happened to my armor". Shane chuckled, "the same fluid dragons use to breathe fire is also in their stomachs. It has a tendency to dissolve leather, such as the type used to hold armor together." Chenoa looked at the leftovers of her armor and wondered if he was right. "One more thing, don't get near any fire until you two get washed off." Amura released Chenoa from her embrace. Chenoa was beginning to shiver from the cold, so Amura brought her to a nearby stream so that they could be washed up. They hurriedly cleaned each other's bodies while Neko got a fire going. Later they sat together in front of the fire, wrapped up in a fur blanket. Amura, Chenoa, and Neko spent the next few hours talking with Shane about their adventures. The next day, they searched the dragon's lair for anything useful. Not interested in loot, Shane spent his time skinning the beast. By the time that he had the dragon's hide bundled up; they were almost done with their search for equipment. Chenoa found several finely crafted pieces of armor and a pair of short swords that would work well as dual-wield weapons. Shane was studying his ax, there was a hairline crack going right through the center of the blade; it wouldn't sustain another hard blow. Neko noted his concern, and began looking for a suitable replacement. In a dark corner, she found the biggest sword she had seen in her whole life. She grabbed it to pull it away from the wall and found that it wouldn't budge. She braced her feet against the wall and pulled hard, toppling the sword with a thunderous crash. Everyone looked toward the sound and saw Neko dragging the weapon behind her. Neko's arms were strained and her chest was heaving, it was a relief when Shane came over and took the sword from her grasp. Shane held the sword up,( the balance felt good) "Thanks Neko, this should work perfect". "No problem" Neko gasped for breath. While she held her hands on her knees, wheezing, Neko noticed something that looked like a bow, lying under some junk armor. Amura picked it up and held it to the light. Small gems glimmered across the surface. The bowstring was long gone, but that could be remedied easily. She handed it to Neko, who sat there happily watching the sunshine glow in the gems. While Shane was getting all of the valuable parts off the dragon, he found something useful. This was one of the rare dragons that had a bone in its penis. Such bones were prized for their magical properties. He had no intention of selling it; he had a better plan. Neko had no idea how much joy it gave Shane to wield a sword again. He hoped his gift would begin to help her understand his gratitude. Shane's hands were no longer as dextrose as they had once been. It took him several hours to thread a gold chain through the bone and some of the smaller dragon teeth. When he was done, he admired his handiwork. Neko was busy stringing her new bow when Shane came over to her. She grew suspicious when she saw that he had one hand behind his back. "Neko I have a surprise for you". Neko became excited wondering what it might be, "what is it. Let me see, please" Shane pulled his hand in front of him, revealing the necklace. "It's lovely, where did you get it?" "I made it" he replied smirking. "Do you see the golden bone in the middle"? "Yes." Ever so gently, he hooked it around her neck, "That is a dragon penile bone. As long as you wear this you will never have to worry about being cold again". As the bone touched her breast, Neko felt a warmth flood through her body. "You're right, I feel warm" Neko hugged his chest, and then thanked him with a kiss. Shane looked down at her, "Now, go show your friends". Chuckling to himself, Shane watched her speed off, jubilantly calling Amura's name. ## 11 Kings And Queens ## Amura and Neko rode quietly. The trip north was colder than expected, and they were not making very good time. Amura only hoped that they could reach the city that they had heard of, before there was a snowstorm. The sky was gray and everything had a gloomy appearance to it. It was getting dark earlier, so they had to stop and prepare to make camp. Amura tended to Ember, while Neko scouted the area. Neko got back just as Amura had finished preparing the carriage to camp the night. She had mixed news. The area was clear, and there were no signs of danger, but there was no sign of prey either. If they could not find some good hunting soon, they would be completely out of their dry rations. Amura watched silently as Neko sat complaining about trying to eat an indestructible cracker. Finally giving up on the cracker, Neko took a lonesome look into the distance, her fingers touching the necklace that she wore against her breast. "Amura, how long until we meet up with Shane & Chenoa in the North City?' Amura simply smiled, "not too long, just depends on how fast we can travel at this point." Neko nodded in assent, but still she looked into the distance...** They traveled for a few more days, and were nearing the city. While guiding the horse, Amura realized something. She felt that familiar itch again; she would be coming into heat soon. Good thing she had Xeno and Neko with her, or she stood the chance of going crazy. Amura looked at the gray sky. It was getting late again, but she felt that they should be able to make it to the city within three days. With the remaining hours of sunlight, she decided to cover as much ground as possible. Not much later, she approached an encampment just off the road, a sentry quickly rode up to them. "Halt! What business do you have here?" Amura pulled her cloak tight to hide her fur. "What is your business here?", he demanded. Amura studied him before she spoke. "We are simply traveling north, to the nearby city of Panthaleon." "Well, be on your way, his majesty is not to be disturbed by common travelers. Be on with you!" Amura shrugged, she didn't want to get involved with royal affairs anyway. She was just about to move on when something caught the corner of her eye. Movement in the woods... Suddenly a dart came out of the trees and struck the sentry. He fell down in Amura's path, blocking her route of escape. By the time she had maneuvered around, the invaders had closed in. Amura saw a raging Orc leap through the air straight for her. It was stopped in mid-jump by one of Neko's arrows. Amura looked back and smiled at her little friend. "We're in trouble." Neko licked her lips, "As always." Neko pulled out another arrow while Amura got on the roof of the carriage to get a better look. It was an awesome ambush; Orcs were everywhere. Remembering her training, Amura began conjuring little icicles and using them as projectiles against the horde of enemies. Luckily for Neko and Amura, they were on the fringes of the fight. Still desperately defending their position, Amura noticed several flaming arrows hit the carriage. Before she could do much about it, the whole thing erupted. Amura concentrated on quelling the fire while Neko and Xeno tried to hold off their attackers. From the center of the encampment came a serious disturbance. Amura instinctively turned to look and saw something rather interesting. She saw what she at first mistook for a lion. A closer look determined that he was one of the Catrai, but of an impure lineage. Standing in the center of the encampment, his body covered in tawny fur, the lion roared. What made him a bit different from the common Catrai was that his head was more lion-shaped. He was strong though, very strong. Amura stood still, transfixed as he picked up Orcs and tore at them unarmed. One after another, her took them down. Seeing this creature fighting back so mercilessly, the invaders began to slow their approach. Amura was still on the fringes, and now that was where all of the enemies were. Plus, she had come to the realization that they were not going to be able to save the carriage from burning up. "Move towards the encampment!" She commanded Neko while she un-harnessed Ember. Now fighting up close, Amura, Neko and Xeno tried to push their way through the line of enemies. Quite often, Amura had to resort to using her shockwave attacks to fend off the Orcs, but her powers were waning. Neko had slung the bow over her back and was now using a small dagger to hold off the enemies. Even Xeno was not able to repel such a force. Suddenly, Amura found that they were surrounded. Standing back-to-back with Neko, Amura clenched her hand. "This doesn't look good at all," Neko whimpered. Amura prepared to surround Neko and herself with a shield, but knew it wouldn't do much good. Then a spot of good luck came. The enemy line was broken as an army cut right through it. Seeing their position had been compromised, the remaining Orcs backed off. Amura looked toward the ones who had saved them, but found that it was only a single individual. It was the leonine one that she had noticed before. He slowly walked up to the two females as the enemies began to flee. He took a very long look at Amura and smiled charmingly. Just then, an Orc fell from the overhead branches, right above the male. Without even thinking about it, Amura held out her hands. A moment before the Orc completed its trip and sank a spear into the leonine one's neck, Amura screamed out an incantation. Fire made a trail of smoke from her fingertips and the Orc was blasted straight backwards into a tree. Amura stood in as much shock as the others. The Orc was on fire, and made no attempt to move, very much dead it seemed. That was a very powerful spell Amura had done, but it was not one she remembered learning. It was just then that Amura came to realize how powerful she could truly become. She felt hungry almost, and felt a need to learn more about such untapped abilities. Amura was broken from her daze, as the leonine male bowed to her. "I am King Panthaleon of the North City, you have saved me from a grievous attack, dear maiden, and I shall not forget it." Amura was in shock. This was the King. She didn't quite know what to say. "Uhh... why don't we just call it even, as you saved us too?" she finally uttered. Panthaleon smiled back at her but was silent. He appeared to be staring at her arm rather intently. Before she got the chance to wonder about that, she realized something. She was naked at the moment, and Neko was almost naked. "My Sire," she exclaimed as she dropped to her knees. "Forgive me, but it seems I have lost my clothing in the carriage." He looked at the pillar of flame and nodded. "It is not an issue maiden, you are one of the Catrai, and in our lands vestments are only optional. Amura looked up surprised. "I was not aware that the Catrai had power in these lands." "Perhaps not, but I do have power, and I say that you may uphold Catrai customs while you are here. Let me ask you a question, do you know of that mark on your arm?" he asked. Amura thought about it for a moment as she stood back up feeling quite free at the moment. Neko was still standing in shock. Amura simply shook her head no in answer to his question. The King sighed, "Why, it is a royal mark, and one of Catharine the Great as well." Amura had to take that in for a moment. She thought of her cousin Catherine. They had never told her that she was related to royalty. Now that she thought about it; that explained a few things about Catherine. Perhaps she had refrained from telling Amura because they were such close friends as cubs, and she didn't want any animosity. Whatever, it didn't matter really. Did it? Amura and Neko followed the king back to his encampment and he invited Amura into his tent. After getting a meal, they sat together as he wanted to ask her something. He licked his lips and spoke. "I have something to ask of you, but I do not want you to answer just yet. I have been King of this small area for some time, but have yet to have an heir to the throne. The people worry about it, and I do as well. You being here like this, it poses an interesting opportunity. You are of royal lineage, and are quite an acceptable mate I might add. It is so simple that it is complicated. You are coming into heat and I need a mate. If you accept my offer, I am sure you will not regret it. You shall be named Queen of my lands, even though they may not be so very vast. Also, there are many other benefits. I am sure your companion would appreciate being a guest of the kingdom whenever she is there, or any other companions you might have as well. As I said, it is much to ask but I see a need in you, a need that I believe I can cure. Beautiful maiden, will you be my Queen? I suggest that you sleep on it, and tell me when you have come to a decision. We will be to the city in less than two day's, it would be good to know before then, but I will not rush you. For now though rest. We leave in four hour's time," Amura didn't know what to say but the moment she tried to utter something, he politely cut her off and again asked her to get some rest. Amura walked back to her assigned tent, in shock. She didn't think she would be able to sleep, but she laid down anyway. Several hours must have passed, and still she lay awake. Amura licked her fur clean as she tried to sort out her thoughts. Her mind was spinning, but she was sure of one thing, she was in heat and that took precedence over everything. Silently, Amura made her way to Panthaleon's tent. It was getting quite dark, and everybody was busy packing things up. She easily slipped by unnoticed. Amura Slid into the king's tent and worked towards him. She was shocked to hear his voice. "I am afraid that you aren't silent enough to escape my attention dear one. Have you already come to your decision then?" Amura walked up to his bed and climbed over top of him to look into his eyes. "Oh yes indeed, I have decided. Queen Amura has a nice ring to it doesn't it?" Panthaleon smiled toothily, and stroked her cheek. Amura gripped his shoulder and licked his ear. "Take me, make me..." She cooed. Panthaleon simply growled and rolled her over so that he was above her. Amura felt something hot against her leg and realized that he was now just as naked as she. He nuzzled her neck and she mewled with anticipation. She felt it now, she was in heat, and she needed relief. Amura bit his ear gently but with intent. "Mate me, my King," she growled. Panthaleon growled back at her and gripped her waist. She was shivering in anticipation now, and her sex was wet. She could not wait any longer. Amura sighed as his member slid down the inside of her thigh and approached her pussy. When the tip touched the soft lips of her sex, she gasped. She wanted it bad and she knew that he knew it. Slowly, he penetrated her, sliding in easily as if made to fit her perfectly. As he pushed deeper and deeper, she clutched his back, her breath coming out in hitched gasps. With excruciating slowness, he began pumping her, working up faster and faster. Amura let him ride her as she had never been ridden before. Eventually, he was thrusting into her so rapidly that she was digging her claws into his back and she could hardly think. Amura felt tears brim her eyes; it felt so good that she never wanted it to stop. She felt a tide of pleasure well up within as she came closer to reaching her limit. As Amura orgasmed, she roared loudly, completely unrestrained. The aftershocks were hitting her hard as he still hadn't slowed down. Her claws dug at his back, sinking into the fur. Amura gripped onto him even harder as her back arched over the bed. She cried out in her passion, it was too much she couldn't breathe. Then she felt him pump her with renewed vigor. He pushed into her deep and she sighed as the first shot of hot liquid warmed her womb. As each silky burst came within her, she did as earlier promised and let it fill her fully. It was unlike she had ever felt before, and as the warmth filled her she settled into the bed purring. She felt so good. Amura sank her face into his mane and let sleep overcome her.** They moved out soon and Amura was able to get Neko a chance to ride in the royal carriage to act as guardian during the trip. Panthaleon didn't mind letting the girl stand guard as he and his new mate took care of important matters. As much as Amura knew Neko enjoyed her task, she did notice the girl glance back to watch the couple from time to time. It was only by making good use of her tail that Neko was able to contain herself. Amura almost felt sorry for the girl, she was all warmed up with nowhere to turn. Still, Amura had to focus her attention on her sire, and that would take her full concentration. Neko would just have to wait a bit. During one of their breaks, Neko crept up to Amura and asked her what she could do. Amura had to decline any invitation, but suggested getting Xeno into the carriage during their next stop. Neko seemed to absolutely love that idea. They got to the city ahead of schedule, and Amura was escorted to the palace while Neko went off in search of Chenoa and Shane, especially Shane it seemed. Amura smiled at the little cat girl. Back to the matter at hand, Amura stepped into the royal bedchambers, followed closely by Panthaleon. He sent the guards away but left four women who stood in the corners of the room. He said that they were his personal attendants and were supposed to be nearby at all times. As he sat on the bed, Amura smiled animalistically. "So, the king is never truly alone then? I don't mind," Amura leapt onto him and pushed him over the bed. She was in full heat now, and nothing was about to stop her from getting what she wanted. Seemed that no one had ever mentioned it to her before that if she let a male take her fully, it would excite her state of estrus to the extreme. She had never wanted to mate as badly as she did at that moment. Even the guards had some difficulty keeping their composure as they watched over the vivacious couple, and it wasn't like they hadn't seen the King take a female before, each one of them had been granted the chance several times themselves. This time though he was not doing it solely for pleasure it seemed. He was mating Amura with a passionate purpose, and giving in to his own animal nature as he roared along with her.** In the morning, Amura climbed out of the bed and stretched. She had slept for barely three hours, but the sun was coming over the horizon and she was getting hungry. Amura looked back at the disheveled bed; the King was still asleep. She turned to one of the royal guards. "I am hungry". The guard bowed slightly and clapped her hands twice. In moments, the door to the bedchambers opened and an aide entered. "What do you wish of me, my lady." Amura was a little surprised at the service but she simply repeated that she was hungry. The aide quickly bowed and walked away. As the aide left, Amura watched patiently. The aide was quite elegant, and wore only a very thin silk robe. It did nothing to hide her body; that was for sure. In mere minutes, three new aides appeared. Each one was similar to the first, pretty and practically nude. As they did not have fur, Amura guessed that the robes were warmer than they looked. They brought her a delicious looking meal of lightly grilled rare meats and side dishes. Amura picked up a goblet and took a sip. It was rich warm cream; she smiled, they sure knew what she liked. By the time that Amura had eaten a decent portion of the meal, Panthaleon awoke. She turned back smiling and licked her lips slowly. "Time for dessert," she whispered. Amura slowly climbed over him and licked her way down his chest. Lower and lower she traveled, making no hurry even though she was getting fervent in her own lust. She eased her way towards his crotch and smiled, as he was already quite erect. Seductively, she nuzzled his shaft, and then extended her tongue, licking her way down his length. She felt him shiver at her touch, and she worked down further lightly kissing his balls. She reveled in the feel of his velvety fur against her face, and the scent of him combined with her own scent from last night's encounters. Amura purred and worked her way back up and slowed as she reached the tip. She made her way to the tip at an excruciatingly slow pace, making his cock throb in expectation. Finally, she drew her tongue all the way up, licking at the pre-cum there. Purring so hard that it sounded like a growl, Amura pressed her lips to the tip of his shaft and took him into her mouth. He moaned as she let his shaft slide deeper into her mouth. Once she had taken in most of his length, Amura pulled her head back upwards, feeling his hot member slide against her tongue. Amura continued sucking on her own personal treat until she couldn't wait any longer. Amura let him free from her mouth and climbed out of the bed. She got on all fours sinking into the soft rug, and swung her tail back and forth invitingly. Panthaleon didn't hesitate, and quickly closed in. Coming up behind her, he licked her pussy; he could tell that she was more than ready. He gripped her rump and brought himself up, straddling her comfortably. As he gripped her waist, he grinned widely. Her tail was swinging erratically, and her purring had an insatiable sound to it. She turned and growled at him, seemingly with a hint to hurry up, as she couldn't wait any longer. He was happy to oblige. Panthaleon drew his hips to her rump and slowly slid his cock against her pussy. Amura whimpered and felt a shiver go through her entire body. Panthaleon aligned himself, and gradually pushed into her. He reveled in the feeling of the warm softness enveloping his member, and it was no secret that she liked it as well. Once he had slid all the way in, he continued thrusting at a steady pace. Working more rapidly every moment, he gripped her around the waist and licked her neck hungrily. Soon, he was pumping her hard, as she panted for breath beneath him. He continued to piston into her, feeling his balls swing against her with each inward reciprocation. As he neared his limit, he closed his jaws around the scruff of her neck and held her firmly. Both of them were growling quite vocally and he felt that he wasn't going to last much longer. Amura's body tensed below him and he heard her gasp for each breath. Feeling that she was also close to her limit, he thrust with his full force, driving her to climax. He was holding off his own climax, and as he rapidly pumped her, he was already to the limit. Not able to hold it off any longer, he felt the pressure building as he came to his zenith. A second before he did, he felt Amura orgasm. As she screamedâ€"roared in his embrace, and tensed her whole body in orgasmic pleasure; he began to ejaculate, pushing hot semen deep within her body. Every burst felt like pure heaven as she took it within herself. Finally, he was done, and so was Amura. Panthaleon dismounted from the tigress, and laid next to her on the floor, gasping for breath. While she rubbed her legs together and smiled, purring satedly; he methodically licked himself back into his sheath. This was the third day, and she hadn't slowed down a bit. He just smiled and looked at his little tigress. As much as he might like her to stay and be by his side as Queen, he knew she was too restless. She would be his queen, but she would not be able to stay. Perhaps after time, she too would see that there was more to life than adventuring. No, not yet, she had much to learn and she hungered to experience everything. If she managed to survive all of it, only then would she come back for good. He silently stroked her back. "I'll wait for you my mate," he whispered as she rested. Amura wasn't asleep just yet though; she heard his words quite well. Though it brought her warmth to think of, he had been right in his thoughts, she wasn't ready to slow down just yet. Maybe one day she would be ready to accept that this was where she belonged. She just couldn't now, not yet. With that thought, she drifted to sleep.