The Expedition Part 3
Story by The Hopeless Heathen on SoFurry
A human x furry erotic story that's the third part of the expedition series, where Nialla begins training Percy for the full moon hunt.
Here's the third part of the expedition series, as requested. Part 4 will probably be underway shortly, assuming people still want me to continue the series. __As always, feel free to share any comments, questions, or suggestions below
Pull up snow pants, button the front, pull up the zipper.
Shrug on jacket, pull shirt sleeves out, button it up.
Pull on gloves, tighten the sleeves, flex for comfort.
Wipe off glasses, slip them on, adjust the frames.
Grab notepad, pen, other pen just in case.
After a short nap and a few minutes of preparation, I was ready to get started on my interviews. My clothes were properly buttoned up, I had plenty of paper to write on, and my two best pens were both full of ink. With a purpose and a fair bit of determination, I made short work of the tent flap and stepped out into the snow. I immediately felt the chill winds tug at my hair, buffeting my body and lightly stinging my exposed skin. Nialla was right beside me, and as we walked toward the chief's hut I felt her lightly squeeze my hand in her paw. What little nervousness I had faded away, and I stepped across the hut's threshold with a healthy dose of confidence.
“Well, well, the scholar returns!" The chief still sat on his throne at the far side of the room, flanked by both the head shaman and Tivalo, the master hunter. The chief's mate still sat right beside him, idly inspecting her claws. No one sat around the fire this time, but several leopards had made a sort of semicircle with the chief as the midpoint. Everyone in attendance was decked out in fancy attire, ranging from embroidered clothes and golden jewelry to stone trinkets and trophy hides. The chief himself had gone all out, with three different necklaces, a finely-woven cloak, and a feathered headdress, all of which he seemed very proud of.
I unbuttoned my coat a bit before taking a seat in front of the chief, pulling out my notepad and pen as I did so. He looked quite eager as I clicked out the ballpoint, though his enthusiasm seemed to wane as I sat silently jotting down notes. I took down what each leopard was wearing, where they sat in the room, what they were sitting on, what I knew about them, anything that I could compare to other tribes. After a full minute of writing, I looked up to officially begin.
“So, chief Soldo, what exactly is your role in all this? What do you do for the tribe?"
He seemed to visibly puff himself up with self-importance. “Well, I lead the tribe. I make sure everything goes smoothly, and I keep everyone in line. I'm the one who makes sure we've plenty of food, strong walls, and good relations with our neighbors." I noticed Tivalo and a few others rolling their eyes, evidently with years of experience.
“And how about your… lieutenants?" When I got quizzical looks from the group, I leaned in to ask Nialla the proper term. She quickly whispered it in my ear, and I swiftly began again. “I meant your overseers, such as the master hunter and head shaman. What do they do?"
The chief's warm grin shifted to a puzzled frown. “Oh, them? I, uh… well, Tivalo leads the hunts that I plan, and… uh…"
Tivalo cheerfully took over as Soldo trailed off. “And I hunt down food, and organize the guards, scout potential threats, train young warriors, settle property disputes, and protect pilgrimages. So, yeah, I'm just the assistant, the chief does all the heavy lifting." A suppressed chuckle came from somewhere in the room, but no one saw who was laughing.
After jotting down a few more notes, I turned to the head shaman. “And what about you, uh…" With a start I realized I'd never heard his name, I just thought of him as the head shaman or Nialla's father.
“My name is Dierro, and my job in this tribe is to oversee the spiritual side of things. I conduct various ceremonies, such as weddings and funerals, as well as act as the tribe's soothsayer. I also address any spiritual concerns that may arise."
I scribbled more notes down. “Now, I don't mean to be disrespectful, but-"
“Yes, the rituals I conduct do have tangible effects, but seeing as how most of those effects involve the spirit and mind, I'm guessing I'll have a hard time swaying a human such as yourself." After a brief pause, he motioned for me to continue.
“In reference to your last statement, what do you think about the myths of the snow leopard tribes, of warriors using fire as a weapon or bending the feelings of their enemies? Do you think they are completely true?"
Dierro let out a long sigh. “If I recall correctly, you own legends tell of shamans who could part seas, cure diseases, turn water into wine, and bring themselves back from the dead. Surely you're no stranger to mythical exaggeration?"
“Point taken. Now what's your stance on inter-species relationships?" There were a few small gasps before the room lapsed into stunned silence. My brain caught up with my mouth, and I realized I'd just dove head first into boiling hot water.
“What did you just say?" His voice was ice cold, but his piercing yellow eyes blazed with rage. Everyone in the room was looking at either me or him, waiting to see whether the situation would catch a spark. Nialla dug her claws into my palm, silently saying, “What the hell were you thinking?"
Suddenly I broke into forced laughter. Everyone else in the room was as quiet as the grave, and I was sure most of them thought I was mad. My mind began spinning up an explanation, trying to come up with a good excuse for my actions. “I'm sorry, it's just that the whole interspecies relations thing was a bit of an flying-er, running joke, among my colleagues and I. Ever since one of them was accused of mating with a wolf, the rest of us have joked about trying to find a tribe that would accept him." Who knows, if the right person heard the wrong thing about me, this lie could very well become reality. A few seconds later, Soldo broke into nervous laughter as well, and before long half the group was chuckling like they had guns to their heads. Dierro was still glaring at me, but he seemed far less likely to burn me at the stake.
I turned my attention toward another one of the group, a rather burly fellow who, based on his trappings and tools, was the head builder. “So what exactly are the-" I was interrupted by Tivalo, who raised his arms over his head as he let out a comically exaggerated yawn. I looked over to see him listening with mock interest, evidently trying to provoke me. “Is there something you'd like to say, master hunter?"
He looked around briefly before expressing mock shock. “Oh, me? I'm so sorry, I didn't mean to offend, please, by all means continue." But as soon as I turned back to the head builder, he opened his mouth again. “Actually, don't you think there's a better way to learn about our culture? Something more hands on than word of mouth?"
I let out a short, frustrated sigh. “Do you have a better proposal?"
“Well, tonight is supposed to be the hunt of the full moon. It's quite important to us, since it both gets us a bunch of food and provides an opportunity to give thanks to the gods. I'd be happy to have you tag along, though you might want to trade that little notebook of yours for a proper bow."
My mind took a few seconds to process what he'd just said. Actually going on the hunt of the full moon was a far better opportunity than I could have ever hoped for, far better than most researchers got in a lifetime. I could feel myself blush with excitement, and glee began to creep into my mind. And yet, doubt still lingered in my mind. “Are you sure I wouldn't be a burden? I wouldn't want to ruin the occasion. I mean, to be completely honest I've never really shot a bow in my life."
“Nonsense, we bring cubs all the time, one more inexperienced hunter won't tip the scales. Besides, with Nialla as your teacher, I'm sure you'll be a marksman by sundown."
I looked over at Nialla, who now shared my dumb grin of joy. I quickly stood up alongside her, but remembered my manners before running off. “Thank you all for your cooperation, this will be quite valuable for research purposes. And thank you again, chief Soldo, for your generous hospitality." He looked like he was about to say something back, but Nialla and I were out of the hut before he could speak.
An hour later I was fully clad in my coats, with a quiver of arrows strapped to my back and a bow clutched in my gloved hand. Nialla and I were about half a mile away from the village, deep in the ice and snow. We only had a few more hours before dark, but she had resolved to teach me the basics of archery and hunting. Suddenly she raised her paw, and we both froze in place. I followed her gaze to the base of a tree, where I could just make out a white furred rabbit sniffing around.
I felt Nialla's paw come to rest on my back. “Remember, pull with your back, line up the shot, and release. Don't think about the physics of aiming, just go with your gut. Relax." Yeah, relax. Easier said than done. I slowly stood up, the noise of my heavy clothes negated somewhat by the howling wind. The rabbit didn't notice me, and kept on hopping and sniffing. That's right, just keep going about your business, you won't feel a thing. Just draw, inhale, and...
Fuck.
The arrow missed to the right by a full foot, causing the rabbit to scurry off into the snow. Nialla suppressed a chuckle with one paw, then stood up and patted me on the back. “Cub steps, Percy, cub steps." Her teaching demeanor soon returned, however, and she turned her attention toward the tree in front of us. “You see that knot, right about hip level?" I nodded once, and she slightly turned my shoulders to face it. “I want you to try to hit it."
“Alright, here goes nothing." I drew, inhaled, and… whiff. The arrow whistled off to the left of the tree, landing somewhere far behind it.
Nialla took the bow from me, as well as a single arrow from my quiver. “Your problem is that you're thinking too much. The biggest part of this is just practice and muscle memory." She knocked the arrow, getting into the proper stance. “Eventually, your body becomes able to guess exactly your arrow will land based on where you aim, and what the conditions are." The supple bow stretched as she pulled back the string, bringing her paw all the way back to her jaw. “The more you shoot, the better your body gets at guessing. Until, eventually…" The arrow flew flawlessly from her paw, embedding itself in the dead center of the knot. “…it becomes second nature." She handed me back the bow, which I took with a sense of reverence. “Try to draw the bow back the exact same way you did before, only change where you point the arrow."
I got into position, drew and knocked an arrow, then tried to draw it back the same way that I had before. This time, however, I aimed to the right more, putting my sights on the right side of the tree. As I released I felt sure I'd hit the mark, right up until the arrow clipped the edge of the tree. It didn't stick, but managed to scrape off a bit of the bark on the side. Undiscouraged, I took aim again, trying to find the midpoint between the last two points. Draw, inhale, and… THUD. The arrow pierced straight into the tree, accompanied by the satisfying sound of an arrowhead finding its mark. Granted, it was about six inches away from the knot, but six inches was better than two feet. With new vigor I drew again, adjusting from where the arrow had landed previously and letting the string go with confidence. Another satisfying thud sounded, and I saw this arrow was even closer to the target.
I fired shot after shot, each time bettering my aim and getting closer to the knot. My last shot just grazed the knot, and knew I was about to hit it dead center when I realized I was down to my last arrow. I knocked it and drew the string to my cheek, but before I could loose something caught my eye. A white shape hopped through the snow, and with a start I realized that the dumb rabbit had returned. I could just let it slide, just take another shot at the tree… but no, I wanted something more. My aim drifted downward until I felt the arrow would fly true, and I drew in a short breath before letting it fly.
My ears were greeted by the sickeningly sweet sound of stone piercing flesh, followed by a pathetic squeak as the rabbit breathed its last breath. As Nialla and I walked toward my fresh kill, I noticed a small halo of red melting through the snow around it. She picked it up by the arrow through its chest, holding it up for us to examine. “Not bad for a first kill. Pretty plump considering the circumstances."
She began striding away and motioned for me to follow, heading away from the village. I was a tad confused, but I followed along anyway. “So, do we take it back to the village or what?"
A pleasant grin spread across her lips. “No, I've got someplace better in mind. Don't worry, it's just a few minute's walk away."
We eventually arrived at the mouth of what looked like a cave. It was fairly narrow, twisting away and preventing me from seeing inside. Nialla took the lead, slipping inside with the rabbit in her paw. I followed behind shortly after, slipping off the quiver in order to better fit. As I pressed on it only got darker, and soon I could hardly see my hand in front of my face. “Nialla? You sure this leads somewhere?" Claustrophobic thoughts began creeping into my mind, tugging and nagging like pestering little imps. What if I got stuck? Would I be able to get back out? Was there something in the dark here with me? The cold stone seemed to press in on all sides, whispering of the horrors that awaited me. The chill of fear cut through my many layers, making me shiver like a scared dog. “N-nialla?"
“It's just a bit further, come on!" Her voice reinvigorated me, urging me on to whatever awaited. All of a sudden I saw a light, a small sliver peeking through the tunnels, a shard of hope in the darkness. I pushed on intently, finding the light to be growing brighter and brighter. I thought it was somehow getting warmer as well, but my mind chalked it up to the joy of seeing an end to the shadows. Eventually I stepped out of the cramped tunnel to find a wondrous sight.
“Woah…" Before me was what looked like some sort of hot spring, with steam lightly clouding the air and sunlight streaming through a few thin cracks in the ceiling. The roots of a tree poked through these cracks, reaching down into the water and forming pillars of twisted wood. Various furs covered the stone floor, turning the natural wonder into a cozy hideaway. Nialla was already working on the rabbit, stripping off the skin with her knife.
I quickly realized how warm it was in the cave, and decided to start stripping off my overcoat. By the time I was down to my undershirt and pants, Nialla had the rabbit skinned and cooking on a small fire. I was about to ask how she'd gotten the wood for a fire so fast when I remembered that she could probably just conjure one out of thin air. Before long, the skin began popping and sizzling, causing tantalizing smells to drift through the cave.
I then noticed her pull something out from an alcove in the rocks, and quickly realized it was a bottle of brandy. Looked to be a decent quality too, judging by the label. She unscrewed the cap, then took a small sip from the bottle before making a disgusted face. Afterwards she gingerly handed me the bottle, and I took a sip of the burning liquid myself.
“I was saving this for a special occasion, but I guess I should have tried it first. Do you like it?"
I took another sip, then handed the bottle back to Nialla. “It's alright, I guess, but I'm not really into heavy liquor. I appreciate the sentiment, though."
She stuffed it back in the alcove before scooting over beside me. “You nervous at all about the hunt?"
“Ah, I don't know. Part of me thinks I'll just drag everyone down, but another part thinks I'll do fine. Personally, I'm more worried about your dad, he looked about ready to burn me at the stake."
She gently put one paw on my chest, rolling onto her side to look me in the eye. “Oh, he's all hiss and no bite. He's really nice normally, it's just that he can be a bit… conservative. You know what I mean, right?"
I chuckled a bit. “Yeah, I know the type. When I told my grandmother I was studying the beast tribes, she just about blew a gasket. I listened to her rant about 'those dirty animals' and how you were all polygamous perverts who got off to murder. I wonder what she'd say about us…"
Nialla stood up, raising one digit in a scolding gesture. She put on her best attempt at an old woman's voice, which came shockingly close to the real deal. “Young man, you should be getting married to a pretty human girl, not fornicating around with some cat. Forget true love, you need to be making more babies!" After that, she fell back into my lap, snuggling into my side.
We both had a good laugh. “Y'know, that was pretty damn spot on, except you left out the tide of slurs that she usually uses."
“Oh, I can imagine." Suddenly a more mature demeanor came over her, and her paw began moving down my body. “Speaking of fornication…"
“Mmhmm?"
“What would you say to having a bit of fun?"
A lusty grin spread over my face. “Sure, why don't you just lay down and I'll-"
I was quickly interrupted as her paw pushed me back onto the furs. “Oh, I think I want to try something new. Just relax, I'll be doing all the work." She took something out of a pouch on her belt, slipping it into her mouth. When she looked up, I thought I saw a bit of skin or something stuck to her tongue.
“Nialla, what are you up to?"
She moved back, her paws going straight to the zipper of my pants. “Well, I remember hearing about something you humans do to each other, I think it was called a blowjob. I always wanted to try it out on you, but given how rough my tongue is…" She undid my belt buckle, then pulled my pants down to my knees. My limp member was getting stiffer by the second, especially when she began stroking it with her paw. “Luckily for you, I think I've found a solution. Now, all I have to do is try it out."
“You, uh, sure this will work?" I'd felt her tongue before, it was like warm, slightly wet sandpaper.
“No, but that's what experimenting is for, right?" I braced myself as her mouth lowered over my crotch, but as the tip of my member met her tongue it wasn't nearly as awful as I'd expected. Whatever she'd stuck in her mouth kept her tongue from being a nuisance, leaving only feelings of warmth and wetness. She got the first few inches in her mouth, and began using her tongue to rub against it. It was almost as inviting as her pussy, but the fact that she only fit the tip in was rather frustrating. She started bobbing up and down, taking the rest of the shaft in her hand for some extra stimulation.
I put my hand on the back of her head, pushing her down and making her go a bit faster. Before long she'd really gotten into it, her mouth sliding along my cock in time with her strokes. I let out a small moan of appreciation as I leaned back and relaxed. “Mmmm, damn that's good, just keep it going."
I was startled when she took my ball sack in her empty paw, and found myself worrying about having her claws that close to someplace sensitive. However, she was incredibly gentle, and her fondling complemented her suckling to bring me closer to cumming. Every so often I felt her pointed teeth brush against me, but it wasn't nearly enough to counter the pleasure of her soft tongue.
Suddenly the smell of burning meat hit my nostrils, and I looked over to see that the rabbit was getting a bit over cooked. “Uh, Nialla? Maybe we should-" Without skipping a beat she took her paw off my balls and snapped her digits, snuffing the fire out in an instant. With the problem dealt with I was free to focus on her zealous sucking. Before long I was on the edge, the warm wetness of her covered tongue threatening to tip me over. I was so close, I could feel the pressure building in my groin…
“Nialla, I… oooh, I think I'm gonna…" I finally felt the dam break, and I spurted a stream of my warm cum into her mouth. I thought she might pull off, maybe keep it going with her paw, but she stayed on it like her life depended on it. She just kept on suckling away, her moist lips and eager paws squeezing out every drop. I didn't know how she was keeping from choking, but she showed no signs of letting up. My burst of pleasure stretched on for what seemed like forever, until at last the final drops of cum had been sucked from my cock.
Nialla finally took her mouth off of me, coughing a bit before wiping her mouth with one paw. At first I was worried it had been too much for her, but her satisfied grin put my concerns to rest. She let out a small chuckle, leaning over me as she licked the last bits of my cum away. “That must've felt good, huh?"
“Oooh yeah. Got any other tricks up your sleeve?"
“Mmmm… not right now. I'm feeling a bit left out, could you take care of it for me?" She got off my crotch and lay back, spreading her thighs apart. Under her tunic I could see the inviting folds of her snatch, just a tad reddened and a bit wet from arousal. I quickly spun myself around, getting between her legs with my head over her chest. My probing fingers quickly found their way to her slit, and she let out a soft hum as I started stroking her little nub. It was cozily warm between her legs, and with a little lubricant from her fluids it felt perfect. The soft skin easily gave way under my touch, and as I pressed into her slit my fingers gilded inside with ease.
“Rub the inside, would you?" She let out a light moan as my fingers curled against her, rubbing the soft, warm walls of her vagina. I could feel her contracting, squeezing down just a bit with each stroke. As I watched her react to my fingers, I noticed there was one little spot that seemed to really get her off, which felt a bit harder than the rest of her insides. When I focused on that little spot, her face lit up with pleasure, and her breathing got considerably deeper. “Ahhhh, keep doing that, it feels great." She let out a long sigh of content before reaching up to her tunic clasp and flipping it open, pulling the garment back to reveal her perky breasts. Her pink nipples stood out under her fur, and as she began playing with the fur covered lumps I got a brilliant idea.
Nialla looked surprised when I scooted up towards her chest and put my mouth on her nipple, but when I started suckling on it she broke out into a smile. “Mmmm, you know just how to make me happy, don't you?" Her nipple was stiff and hard in my mouth, and with it sticking out so much it was easy to avoid getting a mouthful of fur. I began hearing hearing her purring, a wonderful vibration I could feel with my fingers inside her snatch. Something was building up inside her, something that I could feel in her soft, warm pussy. Her moans got more intense as I suckled and stroked, and the more I worked on her the less coherent she got.
“Oooooh, Percy, just… gaaah… keep going. I-I'm gonna… haaah… gonna…" She let out a long yowl of ecstasy as she hit her climax, squeezing her thighs around my hand and pressing my face into her bosom. I felt my fingers get squeezed inside her, almost like they were caught in a hot, silky vice. I tried my best to keep going, even though she had me clamped down like a power press, adding to her pleasure and making her continue to moan with delight. With my face pressed between her soft, furry breasts I could hear her purring get even more intense, right beside her rapid heartbeat. She squirmed under me, writhing in the throes of her blissful finale.
At last she began to settle, letting me raise my head from her chest, and I saw her positively glowing with happiness. Her tongue hung out a bit as her eyes stayed closed, and it took her a few seconds to look up at me. “Oh, Percy, that was great. You really know how to push my buttons, don't you?"
“Oh, I'm not done just yet." I was already getting hard again, and with my cock as stiff as a board I began positioning myself back between her legs. I quickly pulled off my shirt and pants as well, leaving me completely naked as I lay down on top of her. With my crotch positioned just above hers, I could feel the warmth and softness of her snatch up against the head of my penis. “I think it's about time we did something more that a bit of foreplay."
“You want to take the lead, stud?" A slutty smile broke across her face as she wrapped her legs around my waist, pulling my naked body to hers with her arms.
“Mmhmm, just have to…" We both let out short gasps as I finally hit my mark, sliding inside her warm, silky slit like it was my rightful place. I felt all the bumps and ridges of her insides rub against my member, until at last I was in to the hilt. She squeezed against my invading organ, making me stop and appreciate just how perfect she was. The temperature was a cozy, inviting warmth that begged to be penetrated, and as I began moving back the texture of her inner walls combined with the sweet lubricant she made herself felt almost heavenly.
“Oh Percy, keep going. You're so big…" I started pumping in and out of her in earnest, savoring each thrust inward as she slid across my shaft. Each time I pressed in to to the hilt, it felt like we were one, with my skin against her fur and my head against her collarbone. Her purring was even more intense, and I swore I could feel it all the way inside her pussy. With each thrust she let out a little moan, each one deeper than the last. Her legs pushed me to go faster, pulling me in rhythmically and quickening my thrusts. “Mmmm… go faster…"
Before long I was jackhammering into her at an absurd speed, faster than I thought should be comfortable for her. Her moans became long, deep, and sensual, a stark contrast to the rapid friction of her groin. I felt my excitement climbing, closing in on an explosive finale, and yet…
With some difficulty I pulled myself out of her, fighting her legs as they tried to coax me back inside. Her face went from blissful to disappointed, and she finally let me go with a pout. “Percy, I was so close…"
“Then turn over and we can finish." Her pout went back to her usual lusty grin, and without hesitation she got on all fours. Her tail raised up in anticipation, giving me a great view of her goods. She was soaking wet, and as I looked on a few drops of her fluids fell to the ground. I quickly got in position before sliding myself back in, slowly entering her silky depths as she let out a sight of pleasure. It wasn't long before I was back to ramming into her, as I bent over and grasped her breasts with one hand. My other hand went to that little nub of joy between her legs, causing her to squeal with delight as I rigorously massaged it. She was pushing back against my assault, squeezing down with all her might and making herself as tight as possible. Thrusting into her was pure bliss, with just the right amount of resistance, a soft, silky texture, and a welcoming warmth that drove me on.
Before long she was tensing up, her moans and shudders betraying her pent up ecstacy. While before she'd been whispering encouragement, now she simply moaned incoherently, her mind losing control of her body as I continued to fuck her. “Uuuuhhhh… Percy… ooohh, I think… mmph… I'm close." Suddenly she let out an animalistic sound, something between a moan and a howl that reverberated through the cave. Her arms and legs shook, and her soft insides clamped down so hard I couldn't have moved if I wanted to. I was stuck in her to the hilt, and with her with her wild pulsing and squeezing I was quickly thrown over the edge myself. I was overcome with erotic pleasure as I began cumming inside her, shooting my seed as deep as I could as she begged for more. I kept her climax going with two fingers on the top of her slit, which in turn made her almost milk my cock with the strength of a hand. I was the first to come down from the euphoric high, and I gently lay us both down on our side as she continued to shudder and shake. After a full minute she seemed to let up, and I finally pulled myself out of her with a sucking sensation.
Once we had both relaxed into a post-coital haze, I got the idea that we should clean ourselves up in the hot spring. It took us awhile, but by the end we both had all the sticky juices and fluids cleaned out of every nook and cranny. We then made a quick meal of the over cooked rabbit before settling back into the furs, taking a short rest before we returned to the tribe. I dreamed of the full moon's hunt, and imagined myself as the greatest hunter that ever was.
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