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It hadn’t been a good idea to run into the fairy circle. Nimh'ia was aware of that, and was usually prudent and avoided the rings of colorful mushrooms that so often denoted a place where the Veil was thin and one could slip from this word to some other one. But how could the green canid deny the spirit of the chase? True, he butterfly wouldn’t have exactly made much of a meal, but Nimh'ia had a very narrow attention span and bright colorful things flitting through the air tended to grab what little focus the beastie had.

He’d lost the butterfly, which was bad enough but he also seemed to have lost himself. Or rather, he still had himself, but he’d lost his forest. The one the confused fey animal was in now looked, sounded and smelled quite different. A little more drab, perhaps, but different enough to fan the already considerable flames of Nimh'ia’s curiosity. It seemed wilder, lacking the fey whimsy of the green canid’s home. He liked the smell though - the cocktail of decay and life that marked a truly deep woodland realm agreed with Nimh'ia.

He trotted along game-trails and when he chose to he made some of his own. His magic still worked and he could make the dense bush and bramble part enough to let him pass easily and without bother. The piercing cry of a raptor caught his attention, and he saw what looked like a falcon perching on a nearby bough and studying him. An ambitious bird, especially since it was way too small to be a threat to the fey animal studying it. But as Nimh'ia watched the feathery form grew, until it was quite big indeed! Feathers turned to cloth and leather and talons into feet just before the thing carefully leapt down.

Whatever it was, it was female. Nimh'ia tilted his green head as he studies the figure closer. It looked a little like a dryad, nymph or nereid, but those tended to dress in flimsy gossamer cloth when they chose to dress at all. This female also looked a little rounder and more robust than the bipeds Nimh'ia was used to seeing. He was still trying to puzzle out what it was when the strange female started making noises.

Her voice wasn’t as lilting as that of a dryad, but the sounds were very much like one! Maybe this female was from his world, or knew how to get there? Either way, he felt like she might be trustworthy. She kept on chirping but didn’t seem to know how to put words into Nimh'ia’s head. Nymphs and dryads could do that, but the words were usually “Paws off, that’s mine!”. Very selfish with their shinnies, those dryads… One the figure started beckoning, Nimh'ia decided he might as well follow yielding to his curiosity.

*******

“I saw it with my own eyes Hierophant. It passed without trace through the thicket, the way no common beast of our wood can. And in all my life I have never seen anything like it!” Morana said, pointing at the strange creature that had followed her and was now looking quite at home surrounded by most of their Circle.

The Hierophant had to agree that even he was stumped. The creature’s fur was in shades of green, running from dark to a very pale shade along its underbelly. Colors one associated with plumage, foliage or scale, not fur. Its build resembled that of a fox, down to its bushy tail, but even though the creature wasn’t very big it was far too big or any kind of fox.

Nor did it act like one. The beast had kept up with Morana nimbly hopping along on all fours, but seemed quite at home resting on its rear legs as it regarded the assembled druids without a trace of fear. It didn’t need to fear them, of course - the Morngrove circle were staunch protectors of the wilds and the creatures that called it home. Still, most small animals would at least be anxious to be surrounded by so many tall figures. This one seemed to be studying them, occasionally making curious gestures with its forepaws. Curious things they were - growing wider near the ends and looking more like hands than paws.

“Has it spoken?” the grey-bearded druid asked.

“No, but when I spoke to it in Sylvan it seemed to understand. He followed me here without any sort of charm.”

“Well, when knowledge fails us, we must ask questions. We’ll ask the Oakfather’s blessing and try to awaken our green guest. If Silvanus wills it, we will soon have answers.

*******

Nimh'ia stayed still while the tall people first made their peculiar noises and then started working magic. Nimh'ia could recognize that, being a magical creature himself. He knew magic could harm, but some of the tall ones were elves, and he liked elves! They came to his world sometimes and often fell prey to the charms of nymphs, dryads or satyrs. They would shed their clothes in order to mate, and while they were busy mating Nimh'ia would root around in their belongings and swipe whatever looked pretty!

“It is done…” the hierophant announced, even though all of the assembled druids felt the flow of magic slowly ebb, leaving a curious green figure standing in the middle of their circle. Its ears were perked and occasionally swiveling, and the eyes of such a curious and auspicious shade of bright green were darting from one robed figure to the next, betraying a curiosity and hopefully a newly awakened intellect.

“Can you understand me?” the aged druid asked as the green head focused on him, ears high as the curious canid regarded him before replying.

“Yes!” Nimh’ia said, delighted to realize that for some reason he could! That was peculiar since the sounds they were making seemed to be the same ones they’d been making so far, like the noises elves and pixies made, but now for some reason those noises made sense!

“Who are you? What may we call you?” asked another, a wizened female with hawk feathers woven into her braided hair. The green canid pondered the question for a few moments before responding.

“Nimh’ia is… Nimh’ia!” he said, his mouth and tongue going through curious movements as he made the strange sounds that comprised what he now instinctively knew was called a ‘language’. These people must be very clever if they could teach him such a wonderful trick, but how is it that such clever people have no idea what a Nimh’ia was? Could he be the first one they’d ever seen?

“Are you a messenger from Silvanus? The Oakfather?” barked an altogether younger female to his left. Just when they’d started making sense they ask him if his father was an oak? He had no idea who his father was, of course. Nimh’ia was in the process of being conceived the last time he’d climbed on his mother’s back, but he was certain his father hadn’t been a tree. Then again, he was green. Maybe he should ask his mother the next time he ran into her? But for now he answered with what he was fairly certain was the truth.

“No.”

“Where are you from, Nimh’ia?” asked the big old one who’d initially spoken, the one Nimh’ia was starting to think was the leader of this peculiar pack.

“From… home?” he said, but an obvious answer to the obvious question didn’t seem enough for them. “From… another place. Very different. Very far from here…” he said. That seemed to impress them. Nimh’ia tail swished through the meadow grass behind him. These people seemed quite taken with him and he was enjoying being the center of attention.

“Were you brought here, to this world… by some higher power?” the old druid ventured.

“Yes!” Nimh’ia agreed. He was running into a fairy ring one second, and the next one he was in a strange forest so unlike his home.

Nimh’ia knew he wasn’t very big, that all sorts of creatures could carry him someplace if they wished. His mother certainly never had trouble picking him up by the scruff and dragging him along whenever he strayed too far from the den, but even she couldn’t move him from place to place in the blink of an eye. Nimh’ia had a very deep respect for the female who’d given him life and had kept him and his litter-mates in line, so any power exceeding hers had to be a higher one indeed!

“In that case, you are welcome among us. Treat this forest as you would your home and know that we are honored by your presence.” The old druid said, and Nimh’ia’s tail began to wag. He definitely wouldn’t be in a rush to find his way back to his home…

*******

To the uninitiated, it might look like Morana was stalking and spying on the creature the druids had come to think of as a guardian of the woods. The Hierophant had declared that Nimh’ia wasn’t a divine manifestation, but he was a nature spirit of some sort. He could communicate now that they’d awakened him, but discourse with the green canid proved… unenlightening. Instead, the old druid declared that they should observe him, and likewise expect themselves to be observed by the curious creature. If he should find his place in their wilderness and truly make it his home, the Hierophant reasoned that the woods would have a new guardian and those wishing to despoil it a new foe to contend with.

And in spite of Nimh’ia’s small stature and gentle nature, the elder druid was soon proven right. Nimh’ia was curious about the animals making the forest their home, but especially curious about anyone venturing into it. Some visitors he clearly liked, and elves, gnomes and Halflings would find themselves greeted by the exotic green canid. After a brief conversation Nimh’ia would invariably leave with some small tokens and allow the adventurers through the woods. The druids had recognized the symbolism behind it, even if the passers-by didn’t – nature spirits often demanded a tithe, even if just a symbolic one, for allowing safe passage through their wilderness. It was a sign Nimh’ia had truly decided to make this place his home.

And those who he didn’t trust enough to approach or who failed to show the proper reverence were finding the woods an increasingly frustrating place. Nimh’ia’s spells were simple but the green canid was clever in the ways he used them – raising roots and creeping vines to trip the unwary, opening up trails through thicket and bramble only to close them behind the would-be-woodsman traveling down them, and leading hunters and trappers on endless and fruitless chases with illusionary trails and animal noises that changed direction.

Those who failed to provide tithes he had no qualms about stealing from, and some among the circle had initially expressed concern that the nature spirit seemed to engage in petty thievery. The hierophant had explained it thusly – the poachers and hunters came into the forest only looking for gain, for profit. Like parasites, they took without giving anything back, but once their forays wind up costing them more than they gained, they would stop intruding all together. The wisdom was accepted by all. Nimh’ia was obviously a gentle creature, it made sense he would find a way of protecting the wilds without resorting to violence and bloodshed.

Morana moved with a silent gait that didn’t disturb the plants rising past her knees as she trod, with neither sight, sound nor scent to betray her passage, at least to the animals calling the forest their home. She doubted the simple spell could fool the immortal being sent among them. Nimh'ia was allowing her to follow, so that she could watch him and learn. The green figure moved gracefully through the wild woods, blending in seamlessly as the dainty nose twitched and occasionally rose into the air to catch a scent. It soon became apparent which scent had interested the nimble creature.

The she-wolf had seemed surprised to find herself being stalked, and didn’t seem to take a shine to the unconcerned and good-natured Nimh'ia resting on his hindlegs as he regarded her. And standing like that, it was impossible to miss the rosy length so stark against the pale-green fur of his belly. If the little guardian was trying at courtship, it didn’t look like the large gray bitch was receptive. She raised her hackles and let out a low growl that should have sent an animal of Nimh'ia’s modest size scurrying away. But the little green canid didn’t budge and his persistence seemed to pay off. The she-wolf calmed, and when Nimh'ia approached her she seemed to have very much changed her mind…

*******

He’d been right! He knew he’d been right! A fertile female was easy to sniff out when you were as smart as Nimh'ia was, but this wasn’t some pixie who wouldn’t land long enough for him to mount, nor was she a unicorn mare that was so difficult to climb on and too big to tie with. He could picture this sex the moment he’d caught whiff of it - a nice swollen spade, silky, spongy and no doubt eager for pups.

Granted the female wasn’t quite what he was used to. Not one of his kind, that was sure. She was a big girl, and surprisingly mean tempered considering how sweet she smelled. But he’d gotten around that easily. He did what he always did when courting a female and tried to push the idea of him as a desirable partner into her mind. With a Nimh'ia female this was tricky - they often resisted either out of stubbornness, or just desire to tease the male and make him try harder.

This big gray girl had gone from threatening to kill him to swishing her tail for him with just one try! He wondered if all females in this world were this promiscuous, but if they were he wasn’t about to judge. A few hops had him at the big gray female’s side and she proved as curious about him as he was about her. He let her have a few sniffs of the rosy length sliding out of his sheath and a few prods of her cold black nose against his fuzzy sack before he turned his attention to the source of the sweet smell that had guided him here.

The wolfess was no virgin but her prior matings had been straight-forward enough. A male would mount, poke, sink in and rut, a male that as a rule was slightly larger than she was. The strange green body behind her now wasn’t quite that of a big burly alpha. She could feel pokes against the back of her thigh, hot, wet but far off the mark, as well as peculiar paws on her hunches. She was growing frustrated when an idea sprung in her mind, almost as if someone had tossed it in. She hunched a little, ironically the way a male would when mating her. Once her rump was lowered and her spade pointed down the pokes struck the soft dark mound until they finally found the center of her sex and slid smoothly in.

*******

Morana heard the soft rustle of thick woodland bush being parted and four paws shuffling through the thick layer of dead and decaying leaves, but she didn’t turn around. One reason was that as a druid she knew she need fear no beast that she shared the forest with, and another was that she didn’t want to miss a second of the peculiar mating ritual. She also guessed who it was behind her, and when the noises and scent of a badger were replaced by those of a half-elf she knew she’d guessed right. She shushed softly, warning Ygril to stay silent as he stopped a step behind her.

“Are they… is he…?” he asked in a shaky voice that sounded barely out of his teens even though the smooth-cheeked male was well into his fifth decade. The voice was a good fit, since in spite of his prowess as a protector of the wilds Ygril seemed almost comically clueless about sex.

Then again, Morana had to admit the scene in front of her was more captivating than it had any right to be. Animals mating was a common sight for someone living in the wild cauldron of life that was the deep woods and she’d seen pretty much every species living under or among these boughs doing what nature intended. As long as they never disturbed the animals there was nothing wrong with watching, provided one or more of the participants wasn’t a member of the circle in wild-shape, in which case courtesy demanded privacy.

It as uncommon to see animals of different species couple, especially the way these two were going about it. Morana had seen this she-wolf before and she was by no means docile. The bitch would growl and snap even at powerful alpha males if they did anything to irk her, but she was playing the part of an eager puppy for the harmless-looking green male. Then again, maybe Nimh’ia was doing something right? An alpha wolf wouldn’t have placed his paws on the gray bitch’s rump so lovingly, nor would he have spread her swollen sex so he could push his tongue and indeed his muzzle deeper in. Nimh’ia was doing more than just getting a taste of a fertile female, and his ardent licking and the bushy tail wagging above his head was making Morana bite her lip.

She might have thought he was just… examining her somehow, that he was concerned for her health as might be expected of a woodland guardian sent from beyond the mortal realm. But the green canid’s erection hinted at a more straight-forward plan and when he began to scrabble atop the tall gray female there was no doubting his motive. His peculiar paws did a good job of lifting him along the she-wolf’s haunches, and when the bitch cooperate by lowering her hips the red tip soon found and parted her distended spade. With an eager yip Nimh’ia leapt up onto her back, the large hand-like paws digging into the thick lupine fur as he sheathed himself into a very accommodating wolfess.

“Why is he… do you think they’re… compatible?” Ygril asked and Morana could almost feel the heat radiating off his cheeks, as well as becoming aware on some basic level that there was a youthful-looking male right behind her.

“I’m certain. Nimh’ia has been sent here by a higher manifestation of Natural Order. What we are seeing goes beyond mere biology. Otherwise that bitch would have ripped him to shreds before he even came close to her. Imagine the kind of pups he will give her…” she said in an awed tone, since it was clear that the huffing, chirring green form now practically riding the she-wolf’s rump had no intention of stopping until he’d bred his new mate.

“Green wolves?”

“More like mean wolves. Cunning, clever… true predators stalking among the trees instead of sheep-stealers that all too often end up as pelts in human homes. And something tells me that the wolves Nimh’ia will sire won’t be easy prey for steel traps either. Mark my words, in a few years’ time poachers or loggers encroaching in these woods will meet a new threat, and humans offending the Oakfather will once again fear the howls piercing a moonlight night.”

Ygril just nodded in silent assent. He was awed by Morana’s vision, even though it seemed strange that such a thing could come to be from the act of a nimble green canid lustily pumping the fluffy rear that was so high that his toes were no longer touching the ground…

*******

Nimh’ia didn’t know that he had an audience, nor would he care if he did. His kind didn’t really form packs but he didn’t mind his new one. The last time he was in a crowd was when he was still with his litter-mates and this time there were no siblings trying to bite the tuft of his tail and no big bossy female. The people calling themselves ‘druids’ didn’t stop him from doing what he wanted, and right now there was nothing that he wanted more than this tall gray female!

His hand-like paws gripped her thick fur tight as he molded his body to that of his lupine mate, thrusting lustily upward into the soft, spongy spade spread around his rosy shaft. It was a familiar sensation, and a welcome one – a sign that he’d be able to knot this female nice and secure. Nimh’ia wasn’t really picky – when he was in the mood he’d mount whatever he could get away with mounting, but there was nothing quite like a nice, puffy canine-cunny. Soft and silky when he was trying to push into it, but strong enough to get a firm grip on his knot once it swelled up inside the lucky bitch.

And even though his new mate was a big girl she was nice and snug where she needed to be. The bulge at the base of his cock was growing quickly, and a feral canine would have pushed in and let nature do its course. But as nice being tied was, Nimh’ia loved the wild thrill of humping, especially when it reached this tugging-bumping stage when he was almost but not quite big enough to get stuck. He was confident he’d eventually wind up buried sheath-deep in the she-wolf, so he saw no reason to rush. Considering the panting and whimpering noises she was making, the big bitch was having fun as well.

He was really giving it all now – his tongue lolling from his slander muzzle as he humped with all his might. His hindlegs were barely reaching the ground as he climbed up as far as he could onto his mate, but whenever he did find purchase he used it to launch himself up and deeper into his whining bitch. His nose was buried in the thick fur of her back and every huff and puff was blowing a tiny little furrow on the she-wolf’s coat.

Blissfully unaware of the druids watching him, Nimh’ia yipped and chirred until one wild buck shoved his swollen knot into the she-wolf. His mate yipped and her sex began to squeeze and pulse around the fey canid’s knot, banishing any desire to tug it free of the quivering confines it had gotten stuck in. A pale-green sack pulled up and dexterous forepaws wrapped tight as Nimh’ia began to release a steady stream of his seed into the fertile lupine womb.

Squirt by squirt, he worked to put some pups into the big gray bitch who, having achieved release, was turning her mind to more practical concerns. She was no stranger to having a male’s cock stuck in her sex, but normally an alpha wolf would dismount at this point, and they’d both spend some time rump-to-rump, hoping a hunter doesn’t catch them in that position.

Her strange new mate seemed happy to cling to her back, and since he wasn’t much of a burden the wolfess let him be and just straightened up, easily lifting the murring Nimh’ia off the ground. She’d caught a rabbit’s scent before she herself was sniffed out and was hoping to pick out the trail again, and hoped that the future father of her pups would drop off by the time she was ready to pounce. Even if she could chase prey down with him on her back, she had no intention of sharing her meal…

*******

Even though the smell of fish spitting as it roasted over the fire had tempted Nimh’ia to approach the pair earlier, the fae canid decided to wait until the pair were sated and had retired for the night. After all, they were bigger than he was and carried weapons, which meant caution. It also meant they had all sorts of shiny, pretty things and this needed weapons to protect themselves and their treasures. One was a human male, with his mane bound in such a way to resemble a tail that humans tragically lacked. The other was a tall, slender feline with spots along her yellow fur, a species Nimh’ia had learned was called a Tabaxi.

In situations like this he’d have been tempted to visit the female first. After all, even if they didn’t have shiny things they always had something pretty under their tail. Even the ones that didn’t have a tail! But this one was a cat, when all was said and done. The felines of his world were frustratingly tricky but the cats of this world were volatile and violent! Mere days ago he’d tracked a lynx that was very obviously in heat, and had proceeded to court her. He’d been lulled by the purring, the luxurious fur and slinky feline body, but the moment he drove his knot in the charm he’d used on the she-cat had failed and his hitherto docile mate had turned on him! Or would have. By sheer fortune they were tied and standing rump to rump, so the furious cat couldn’t really bring either teeth or claws to bear on the male seeding her. When he’d popped out of her he ran as fast as his paws would carry him, barely escaping the yowling, hissing maelstrom of claws and fangs. And this cat was huge, with that curved stick that shoots arrows. With that in mind, he slipped into the male’s little bivouac tent.

He moved quickly to the sleeping figure’s hips, rummaging through the satchels and pockets in search of anything that might tickle his fancy. And while he kept his eyes peeled for anything colorful or anything that glittered, it was his nose that discovered something of interest. This male smelled of female cat, and the smell was strongest between his legs. And there didn’t seem to be a claw-mark on him! Well, on those few parts not covered by clothing. Curious to see if the human male had really escaped mating with a feline unscathed, Nimh’ia undid the laces of his pants and tugged until he’d freed the human’s member.

The man must have been dreaming of something pleasant, since the fleshy, sheathless cock was fully hard with a bit of moisture beading on the blunt tip. He must have been dreaming about his feline mate whose scent still clung to his erection. The big, exotic cat smelled even sweater then the lynx had, and with shiny loot temporarily forgotten the fae canid lowered his muzzle until the tip was close enough for a tentative lick.

“Mmmmrmhhh… fuuuhlun friskeeh… knew you coulnnn wait ‘ntill mornuuuuhn…” the man murmured, his eyes still closed and his mouth barely opening enough to properly form he words.

Nimh’ia has only recently been capable of understanding speech, and as a novice had no way of deciphering the mumbled and slurred sentence of the sleeping male. But actions speak louder than words, and one of those actions was the laying of a strong, beefy hand on the back of the green canid’s head. Alarming by itself, but positively perplexing when followed by a buck of the man’s hips strong enough to send the erect cock sliding all the way into the fey creature’s maw.

Nimh’ia had some grasp of oral sex. He liked licking a female back there, and when no females were around he didn’t mind licking himself. He hadn’t even minded licking this human brute, but the idea of someone mating with his muzzle seemed preposterous. But the man’s grip on the back of his head was firm, and his hips were now moving even though he was soundly asleep, proof that he must have done this so many times that the motions were instinctive.

As the blunt human glans slid back and forth on his tongue and a heavy sack slapped the side of his muzzle, Nimh’ia considered his options. He couldn’t pull off, the man’s grip was too firm. He could bite, and he was reasonably sure he could make his escape while the big male howled in pain. But that would mean abandoning his opportunity to steal whatever shinnies these two had, not to mention a chance of visiting the sleeping cat.

So, if the man really was mating with his muzzle, he could just let him finish? Finishing a nice rutting usually left Nimh’ia exhausted, and if anything this human would be even more soundly asleep. But he’d need to finish before the poor fey creature’s jaw locked up from the girthy shaft sliding in and out as Nimh’ia considerately and instinctively kept his teeth out of the way.

Completely clueless about blowjobs, Nimh’ia did whatever he could think of to help the male finish quickly. He left his rear up but lowered his fluffy chest to the ground, taking the pistoning cock at a slightly more comfortable angle. The man kept mumbling and grunting, breeding his mouth on reflex and seemingly enjoying whatever dream had inspired the strange assault. Having no lips to close around the man’s cock, Nimh’ia used his long tongue to stimulate the rutting male. He couldn’t really lick with the tip poking the back of his throat, so he settled for just rubbing and twisting it around the girthy rod.

“Ghuuuud kitteeee… gunna…. gunnnha…” the man mumbled, ending the lusty statement with a growl as he pushed his hips forward, burying Nimh’ia’s nose in his crotch as his sack pulled up.

The swelling glans was stuck in the back of the green canid’s throat, Nimh’ia’s fluffy tail lashing in shock until he felt the first thick rope of seed spurt down his gullet. It had been some time since the he nursed, but old instincts served him well as the groaning male continued to pump. The furry throat began to move as Nimh’ia swallowed the thick goo down, given little choice by the strong hand pressing his face flush with the man’s groin. Once the human was spent, his muscles went limp well before his cock, and Nimh’ia was able to pull his mouth of the still firm and now glistening shaft.

A mean trick to play on someone, one that literally left a bitter taste in his mouth. Nimh’ia didn’t feel guilt from helping himself to other people’s belongings, but he’d feel positively vindicated when it some time to swipe anything valuable from this big brute. Meanwhile, the tip of his cock was peeking out of his sheath, and he had other things on his mind. He’d visit the sleeping feline to help take care of them. If this male did the same thing to her that he’d just done to Nimh’ia, the Tabaxi would surely welcome someone mounting the right end!

*******

How did this happen? How did a cockatrice egg hunt turn into a wild goose chase?

The thought was bouncing around in Tobias’ head as the rat traipsed along the forest. Normally he enjoyed any time spent in the woods, even when in heat. The rat blushed as he remembered some embarrassing but… stimulating encounters he’d had with various beasts who’d sniffed out his estrus in the wilds where there was no one to see him giving in. And while he was in heat, he was here on business. He knew a wizard who was willing to pay good gold for a cockatrice egg, and Daxon had passed by here recently and insisted he’d seen a monstrous hen stalking among the bushes.

I swear to all the Gods above, if he made it up after insisting I ‘pay’ for the tip-off… Tobias thought angrily. He was still a little sore from the gnoll’s rutting and even though he’d wiped off Daxon’s spunk he knew that most of the gooey mess had ended up too deep for a wet flannel to reach. He could feel wetness against his undies, knowing it was a cocktail of his own heat-induced secretions and his womb slowly draining out some of the gnoll’s seed. He’d hoped to at least find a stream, but his trek had been fruitless - following false trails, avoiding what seemed to be the imagined noises of dangerous beasts, running into dead-ends when a seeming game-trail ran into a thick wall of thorny bushes…

Night fell quick in the forest, and Tobias knew he wouldn’t find either the cockatrice hen or the way out before it did. Instead he gathered some dry branches and set up his bedroll beside a small, crackling fire. The flames hadn’t even died down by the time he was asleep…

*******

The rat had been fun! So serious, so focused, so easy to lead around and around with Nimh’ia’s magic! He used to think of this sort of fun as mischief, but his new packmates praised him for it, saying how he was protecting the woods. Nimh’ia wasn’t about to correct them. He wasn’t used to being praised and admired, and he’ quickly taken to all the positive attention he was getting from the druids. And now that he’d kept the woods safe, it was time or his reward. The rat male didn’t carry around a lot of gear, but Nimh’ia didn’t mind. Shiny things tended to be quite small, usually hidden away if not worn on the ears or around the neck, wrists or fingers. He’d quickly rifled through the rat’s pack before turning his attention on the small, slumbering rodent. He kept his eyes peeled, but it was his nose that reported something of great interest.

This wasn’t a male at all! It was a female, very definitely a female. Nimh’ia’s nostrils flared as he took big, noisy sniffs, savoring the sweet scent of heat. His nose wrinkled a little at the acrid scent of sperm, proof that he wasn’t the first male to sniff the rat out. Well, a rat couldn’t have his kits anyway. Most likely. He’d humped all sorts of females since coming to this world, and so far his seed hadn’t taken. But it still felt good planting it, and it would no doubt feel good to add some to the rat’s messy slit.

He knew he had to be careful with two-leggers, even small ones like this rodent. Their minds were nimble, they couldn’t be influenced by a simple suggestion like ‘Lift your tail, it’ll be fun!’ which worked so well for the beasts of the forest. Instead Nimh’ia used his magic to push the rat a little deeper into sleep, deep enough that he could have his fun and all the rat would end up with was a messy cunny and a nice dream.

She was wearing clothes, but he was getting better at those. He even wore clothes. Sort of. Since his new packmates all wore robes, he felt like he should try to fit in. He’d used his nimble paws and modest magic to stitch together a patchwork of whatever stolen bit of fabric he liked, resulting in a sort of motley of scraps held together at the waist with a silver necklace that served Nimh’ia as a nice shiny belt. He made sure not to bother with pants, just a loincloth covering his privates that could easily be flipped aside when it was time for mating.

The rat was small, which Nimh’ia liked. A week ago he’d had this kind of fun with a bear-woman traveling alone through the woods, and had been having a great time pumping the cuddly female’s sex until she rolled over and nearly suffocated him under a pair of gigantic breasts! The rat was slinky enough that he managed to roll her until she was face down, grunting softly as he raised her rear up a little.

The slim, furless tail didn’t hide the pretty sight of the rodent’s rump, and even in the dim light of a waxing moon and a dying fire Nimh’ia had no trouble focusing on the bald, pink slit, with a thick white smear between the chubby folds. Nimh’ia’s tail swished behind him as he placed his large paws on the small behind, savoring the feel of the firm cheeks before he moved his hands to rub the rat’s plump labia.

The black nose flared as the green muzzle drew closer, a long pink tongue flicking out to first swipe along the length of the smooth slit. After he’d gotten bored of that he dug his fingers between the plum folds and spread them open, revealing a glistening pink flower. The female hadn’t bred very recently, probably before she entered the woods, so it took very little time or the green canid to make the rat’s sex look pristine and welcoming for a fresh dose of warm gooey spunk.

For now, Nimh’ia was happy just letting the taste of her wipe the lingering bitter notes of whoever had beat him to this female. The rat was whimpering now, but the fey canid was confident his magic would hold. With nothing but the smell of a fertile female now filling his nose Nimh’ia pressed it hard against the slick pink flesh as he pushed his tongue in deep, delving enthusiastically into the rat’s slick cunny.

He could feel his cock swelling up, the sensation of his sheath growing snug a preview of what he was about to feel once he mounted this disguised female. He kept slurping away at her pink cleft for as long as he could, but when his hips began to buck and he started humping the air, he knew he could hold back no longer. He pulled his muzzle away and licked his chops clean as he watched the now quivering sex of the rat, her tail hiked and the little pink ring under it winking at him. Not that Nimh’ia was going to fall for that! Sure, it seemed pretty and inviting, and he’d taken that invitation before, but even with his magic keeping them docile, females would invariably grow furious once he stated mating that hole. He wasn’t about to fall for that for the fourth time! The rat’s rump was at the perfect height and Nimh’ia gracefully climbed the firm round ass, his large hands getting a firm grip on the female’s slim waist as his squirting tip jabbed. Soft fur, then bare skin… closer and closer to the target until the next poke struck something wet and wedged itself.

With an amorous chirring noise he fey animal pushed in all the way in a single lusty stroke, his sheath bunching up around the rat’s labia and his still small knot slipping into her sex without ever being exposed to the fresh night air. Not that it would stay there. Nimh’ia’s knot was small, and anything other than a canine or vulpine sex couldn’t get a firm enough grip on it. He missed that a little, but there was something thrilling about being able to jab his knot in and out, thrusting noisily and messily even when it swelled up to full size. It also made non-canine females make the weirdest noises.

“Mnhhhh, mnhhh…uhhhnnn…” murmured the slumbering rat, experiencing a vigorous rutting that would have woken him u if not for Nimh’ia’s enchantment.

The green shape on top of the slinky rodent never slowed his pace, hunching over Tobias as he drove his hips into the perky gray ass. The knot was still just a walnut and it slid in and out with ease, especially once things started getting messy down there. The leaky red rod and the heat-swollen cunny combined meant that every plunge and pull of Nimh’ia’s bulb churned the rat’s sex, the sweet smelling cocktail of sexual juices splattering all over Tobias’ crotch and soaking into the fur of the rat’s thighs. Nimh’ia chirred happily, lowering himself down so that he was lying across the rat’s back, his muzzle just barely reaching the base of her neck. His body molded itself perfectly o his mate in spite of the difference in species, the only part separating being the green hips making soft slapping noises as the fey canid bred his latest conquest.

As the knot grew Nimh’ia’s pace sped up, causing his slumbering mate to make even more interesting noises. If the rat had a spade like the bitches and vixens of the forest, Nimh’ia knew he’d already be firmly tied and reduced to frustratingly delicious tugging and grinding against a fluffy rump. Unlike a spade, the rodent femme’s slit couldn’t grip a knot hard enough to stop him pulling out if he was really dead set on humping, and considering how good humping felt Nimh’ia felt no reason to stop.

The rubbery lips still clung to him when he tugged out, providing a grip on the back of his knot that always made his tail shiver and bristle. A tie was nice, he sensation of knotting a furry rump until he was sure he’d seeded the panting female good and proper, but there was a special thrill he felt when he drove his swollen knot into a steamy sex and with pussies like the one he was rutting know Nimh’ia got to experience the sensation over and over and over…

The sleeping rat was now making almost mewling noises, but it didn’t quite sound like he was hurting her. Mischievous as he was, Nimh’ia wasn’t cruel by nature, but then again he was sure that any actual pain would have broken his tentative spell and had the rat shouting and flailing at him. As it was, his mate remained sound asleep, face down on her bedroll as drool seeped from her open muzzle and an even steadier drip stained the spot under her raised hips. His hips were a green blur now, slapping away at the toned gray rump without Nimh’ia caring if his knot was going in or not.

It was when one spirited thrust drove the bulge in that he seemed to hit just the right spot. The female under him shuddered and gasped and the snug but elastic cunny he’d been rutting suddenly clamped down and began to milk him. Just because Nimh’ia could have pulled out was no reason to, and he saw no reason to do anything but give the rat’s sex what it was trying to get out of him.

The gray female’s scruff was just inches out of reach, so he settled for moving his hand-like paws to his mate’s shoulders, holding the rat he was pinning firmly as he yipped and huffed against the back of her neck. His pale-green sack pulled up and a second later Nimh’ia’s tailhole started o wink and his testes to twitch as he doused the rodent’s womb with exotic fey seed. He doubted she’d wind up carrying his kits in spite of the sweet smell of estrus clinging to the shuddering gray body. Still, he felt blissfully happy for doing what his nature told him to - mounting and rutting any female that would let him.

He stayed in his mate’s back until his flow had tapered off and his desire for intimacy passed. Without a spade to hold him tied he simply tugged a swollen knot out, making the rat mewl in her sleep. Without him to hold it up, the gray female’s rump flopped over, the impact making teh load he’d just pumped in her gush out in a thick white stream.

Even though he was brainier these days Nimh’ia’s attention span tended to reach his limit once he was done mating. But he had to admit he was quite taken with this ratling - bigger than a vixen, gentler and softer than a she-wolf, and quite a snug fit when he was in her. She’d had enough for tonight and so did he, but the green canid didn’t go far as he let the rat get her rest. She’d have a busy day tomorrow, after all!

*******

Tobias had hoped not to run into lizardmen but had been warned that he might. In spite of Daxon’s unfortunate habit of letting his cock do the thinking, the gnoll was a seasoned adventurer and could be relied on, even if his report had come at a very personal price. The big bulky reptiles weren’t strictly savage, but they were cold-blooded and not exactly hospitable when it came to unannounced visitors. At least visitors who failed to bring gifts.

And Tobias was sure he had brought them! He’d purchased a number of torcs, bracelets and armbands in silver, brass and copper. Cheap metals but finely worked, with deep intricate carvings the lizardmen valued. He was sure he’d packed them, but he’d emptied his baggage and failed to find even one piece of jewelry. As such, he was down to haggling over his gear, some of which the reptilian warriors seemed interested in. While trying to give away as little as possible, Tobias wracked his brains trying to figure out where the sack of gaudy jewelry was. It’s not like anything in the forest would have stolen them…

“You… my knife? Yes, it is a good one…” he said, straining his limited knowledge of draconic and lapsing into common speech when he couldn’t find the right word for what he was trying to say. Their leader had cast his slitted eye on the rat’s dagger, and Tobias’ tail lashed in irritation at the thought of having to give up a blade that was worth well more than the missing sack of cheap jewelry.

“I was looking for a cockatrice… for an egg. A cockatrice… it’s kind of…” he said, hunching over, folding his arms into wings and doing his best cockatrice impersonation. He heard hissing laughter behind him, but he figured he might as well get something out of this, like someone pointing him in the right direction because he was seriously starting to doubt his own tracking skills.

Sure, everyone can get lost, even experienced travers. All it takes is one wrong turn when you aren’t paying attention. But it hadn’t been just one turn, it was turn after wrong turn, dead end after dead end! The morning had brought a day as vexing as the previous one and Tobias, for all his woodcraft and experience as a traveler couldn’t find either cockatrice hen, egg, or a way out of the woods. He was not above asking for directions at this point…

*******

Nimh’ia’s tail twisted and flicked nervously behind him as he regarded his new playmate, dwarfed by the stern scaled figures of the spear-wielding lizardmen. He’d gotten a little carried away, but he’d been having so much fun with the strange rattling! The fake noises, teasing glimpses of a cockatrice’s plumage, opening and closing pathways in the thick tangle of a wild forest…

His new mate looked so adorable when she was annoyed, and Nimh’ia was a champion annoyer, especially in this world where there didn’t seem anyone capable of matching his guile. She’d stamp her foot, kick at clumps of dry leaves and her tail would swish like an angry snake. All good fun for him, and ensuring that she’d be nice and exhausted by the time night came, letting him exhaust himself as he humped away at her rump.

He wasn’t trying to lead her to the lizard-men. Nimh’ia didn’t like them. They looked too big, too serious, and their slitted eyes were too keen for his liking. Even the druids had warned him that they have a piece of the woods to call their own, and not to intrude on them unless it was necessary. He hadn’t meant to bring his mate here, but she'd been trying to leave the forest, so he’d figured he’d turn her around and lead her deeper in.

His heckles rose at the sight of the scaly brutes going through the rat’s things! So brazen, doing it in broad daylight! He’d at least had the decency to do his looting last night, after leaving the gray-furred female with something of his very own in return. It had mostly leaked out, but it was the thought that counted! And the shinies had been safely stashed away, to be inventoried at a later date. By now Nimh’ia had quite a few caches in his new woodland home, and he was sure that if he really, really tried he could recollect the exact location of at least half of them!

And what if these scaled brutes harmed his new mate? What if they ate her? They certainly looked cruel enough to eat small, cute furry things, which was why Nimh’ia was at that very moment magically camouflaged and clinging to the bough of a nearby elm. He had to fix this, he had to make them a little more friendly, but he doubted he could charm them the way he could a wild beast.

Using his newly enhanced mental abilities he wracked his devious brain for a solution to the problem, until an idea formed. Of course, it was so obvious! He didn’t dare try their minds, but the rattling was distracted, he could slip a thought or two into hers. His magic reached out, stirring up the female’s subconscious and brought up the dream she no doubt had last night, a very lurid one while she was in a magical slumber and being vigorously mated. He could tell by the way her tail shuddered that it worked, and when the rattling’s slender thighs pressed a little tighter Nimh’ia grinned on his perch.

She was in heat, and now that she was thinking happy thoughts her body would do what nature intended. His nose twitched as the scent of the rat-girl’s heat reached him, the woodland breeze carrying the sweet musk wafting from the female’s crotch as her cunny drooled. The pack-beast wasn’t the only one tasting the air, and even though the lizardmen were now flicking their tongues out, the hunger in their eyes was different - a desire for flesh that didn’t involve teeth. It wasn’t a perfect solution - he’d have to let the brutes play with his new mate. But at least he could have fun watching, and when she went to sleep he’d clean her up of any nastiness the reptiles left in her and leave her heat-slicked cunny dripping in his own seed. He lashed his tail at the thought even as he settled down, getting comfy while he waited for the show to begin.

*******

Fuck, what is... I don’t need this now! Tobias thought.

His heats were always a bother - reminders that in spite of how he dressed and behaved his body was female. It mostly just complicated his life, but he’d be lying if he said it wasn’t sometimes pleasant giving in to those urges. Most sentients saw him as just a somewhat scrawny male, but males who relied more on their noses than their brains could recognize a female in heat and instinctively knew what to do. Tobias had spent numerous guilty nights giving into… instinct, but he tried to do it somewhere out of the way.

Something snapped in his brain and a lurid, barely remembered dream sprung from his subconscious. His thighs clenched, his sex quivered and he became aware that all of the lizardmen surrounding him were male. Not like he was, but in a very literal, very biological sense, one that was hidden only by flimsy looking loin cloths. Long forked tongues snaked out, and he knew what they’d pick up.

“So I guess you haven’t see a cockatrice nearby. Fair enough… uhh, you can keep the knife anyway… I don’t want to take up any more of your time…” he said, very eager to leave since the males were suddenly less interested in the artifacts of civilized lands and more in the scent wafting in the lazy breeze.

“We won’t hurt you…” the lead hunter said in a deep guttural voice as the rest of his group surrounded him. Tobias believed him. He wouldn’t be harmed, but it was obvious he wasn’t being released. The tongues snaked out again, the sight of the obscenely long forked appendages only made… matters… worse.

While Tobias was craning his neck up to look at the hungry looking faces and trying desperately not to glance at bulging loincloths, the pack-drake proved to be the boldest of the group. The blocky, square muzzle pushed just under the rat’s cheeks, his tail shuddering as the thick long tongue slipped through the gap between his thighs, pressing against his wet sex even through the fabric of his leggings.

Tobias wished he’d clenched his teeth in time because the gasp he let out seemed to send entirely the wrong message to the gathered lizardmen. He had no problem for paying for passage through their lands, but if they were going to ask for…that, they should have done it before they’d pocketed half his gear. Figuratively speaking, of course, since their loincloths didn’t have pockets. Just bulges. Most of their cocks were still tumescent but they were dangling - thick and heavy and swinging out from behind their loincloths as the burly lizards moved in closer, closing a circle around the almost panting rat, making him feel confined and the air around him smell distinctly and distractingly masculine.

“I’d… please, could you… just…” he panted and stammered as hands reached out. They weren’t rough, they didn’t tear his clothes off, but Tobias found himself being striped with the efficiency of cold-blooded reptiles who cared little for what he said he wanted. As far as their flicking tongues were concerned, it was obvious what she wanted.

His pants were pushed down around his knees, and instead of protecting his feminine privates they were now very effectively hobbling him. With his sex now bared, the pack-drake pushed his tongue against his bare sex, exhaling sharply through the nostrils pressed to the bottom of Tobias’ ass. A hand landed on his shoulder, pushing him firmly until he had to steady himself against the hard body of the lead male. His hands came to rest on the scaly hips of the hulking lizardman as the leader pulled his loincloth aside and freed a thick purplish cock, displaying a heavy pair of testes covered in fine, pebbly scales that perfectly showed off the swollen orbs. The tip was leaking and when the meaty cock was slapped gently against his face a string of musky fluid was flung across Tobias’ muzzle. Since it was obvious he had no other way of getting out of this, the rat gave way to his instincts and urges and parted his lips…

*******

Nimh’ia’s ears perked as he stared down at the curious display. His concern had been that his mate might get eaten by the big lizards, and now what was he looking at? The big male was pushing his cock into the rat’s muzzle? Did he not know that that was where the teeth were? That end of the female bites! The other end is the fun and squishy one! The four-legged reptile seemed to have better sense. He was pushing his muzzle against what was definitely the right end of the female, and Nimh’ia found himself licking his own chops as he remembered the sweet musk of the fertile ratling.

The feral beast’s back was arched, his hips already hunching a little as his muscles worked to push a heavy looking cock out of its genital slit. Nimh’ia couldn’t see it very well, and he hoped it wouldn’t wind up ruining his mate. The same mate that seemed to have mistaken the cock being shoved into her muzzle for a teat! From where he was standing she seemed to be suckling on the several inches that had been slipped into her mouth, and the lizard seemed to enjoy it well enough that he wanted to push in even more. Nimh’ia watched with eyes wide and curiosity going wild. If the pack beast did wind up running the rat’s cunny, it might be useful to know how rutting the other end worked…

*******

Tobias was staring at a wall of scale-clad muscle as his face was pushed along the meaty shaft, the tip sliding past the bottom of his tongue and probing his uvula as the powerful lizardman kept a firm grip on the back of his head. He was insistent, but patient, and Tobias didn’t know how to feel about that. He’d hoped to get this over with quickly, and didn’t like the idea of several hung horny males in no rush to be anywhere else.

The only distinctly impatient male was behind Tobias and had his tongue now firmly wedged in the cleft that had initially smelled so attractive to it. The watching lizardmen seemed amused not only by what their pack beast was doing, but the way Tobias was reacting. The rat couldn’t help it, even with the shame of having an audience. The truth was that if something like this drake had caught him in his heat, he would likely have ended up pulling his own pants down and presenting. A male demeanor and a female body were a mix that confused most sentients (except for a few very uncomplicated ones like Daxon), but never ferals. The way he spoke, the way he dressed meant nothing to them once they smelled fertile pussy. Not to mention tasting one.

That was why he was whimpering around the cock lodged in his maw, why his back was arched and why his trembling tail was hiked out of the way, not that a rat’s tail offered much protection from amorous advances. That was why he shuddered when he felt the tongue leave his honeypot, the heavy muzzle settling on his lower back before the beast reared up and mounted him.

His eyes lost focus as scales slipped along fur, the strong forepaws hauling the heavy reptile up until it was resting against the rat’s back with something slimy and hard poking between Tobias’ thighs. He’d never had a drake and hadn't managed to get a good look at what the beast was sporting, but whatever was about to enter him felt heavy. He had no doubt it would fit, in spite of his svelte frame. Especially since the body hunched over his felt heavy with muscle, enough to drive the reptilian cock in and drive it deep.

The reptile’s movements were deceptively sluggish compared to a canine’s wild hups, and that sluggishness had served to lull the rat. But the same moment he slimy tip trailing over his rump found smooth skin and a wet cleft was the moment the drake’s hips bunched and his forepaws tightened, pulling Tobias back to meet the thrust.

He was pulled about two inches off the leading lizardman’s erection as a lot more than two inches were jammed into his straining slit. He let out a distinctly mousey squeak and even though his muzzle was still very much stuffed it wasn’t enough to muffle the noise that had the rest of the reptilian males letting out hissing sniggers as they watched the strange female getting served at both ends.

Their leader and their pack drake pushed in near unison and Tobias’ eyes rolled as the tip of one cock found his throat while one was searching for his cervix. There was a sting and a burning sensation radiating from between his thighs as a girthy reptilian cock was fed none too gently into a slit that while dripping wet had looked so delicate moments ago. The cock now leaking down Tobias’ gullet was smooth, but as the lusty drake on his back worked himself deeper he could feel gentle ridges along the feral beast’s shaft.

Tobias did his best to relax because any hint of panic would make his throat tighten up and cause him to choke on the lizardman's cock. It was easier said than done, since the thick length of reptilian meat fucking his muzzle would have been a challenge even without its bestial counterpart being forced deeper and deeper into his heat-swollen pussy. The hands that had been braced against the tall male’s hips were balled into fists and tears were blurring Tobias’ vision which was limited to a muscular belly and the last inch or so the lizardman was trying to push past his lips.

His ears swiveled, catching the lusty hisses and the distinct sound of wet fists moving up and down hard cocks, slicking up the shafts that would either replace one or both of the males now using him, or paint white streaks across his fur, depending on how patient the spectating males proved. Because the ones using him didn’t seem to be in much of a rush.

The leader had a heavy scaled hand on the back of his head, his hips working gently and with a serpentine rhythm to slide the thick cock along the tongue pinned to the bottom of Tobias’ mouth, pulling out just enough to slide the glans out of his throat and letting Tobias take in a decent breath before the tip was pushed back in.

The beast had reached his cervix by now even though his scaly slit still wasn't reaching the rat’s pink one. Tobias knew he might still feel it later on. The drake on his back was determined, and when he was in heat his body tended to be quite accommodating to persistent males. The drake had a peculiar rhythm, pulling out slowly enough for him to feel every ridge slip from his straining sex, and pushing in with a sharp thrust that just left the rat feeling stuffed to the brim.

The leader of the lizardmen proved to have the shorter fuse, driving in until Tobias’ nose was pushed against his scales and the heavy testes twitched against his chin. The rat’s eyes rolled as he did his best to open up his throat, managing to pull it off just before the swelling, throbbing cock shot a thick rope down his gullet. The big male hissed, his thick tail lashing behind him and his hands keeping the whimpering rat’s head tight against his crotch. His load was heavy and thick but thankfully that girthy cock and those heavy nuts did a good job of dumping it quickly. The tip trailed slimy bitter goo across the rat’s tongue, leaving Tobias gasping against the slimy glans once it was pulled from his muzzle. The big male let go of his head and gave him a parting slap with his slick, softening cock before stepping away.

Without anyone to lean against, Tobias toppled over. The rat threw his hands out to catch himself, and while they did break his fall the weight of the drake mounting him wind up pushing him over until he was on his knees with his face pressed against the thick carpet of dry leaves covering the forest floor. All that time the lusty pack-beast never stopped humping, and his new position seem to give the drake even more leverage. The beast was now pinning him, its thrusts so strong he had to brace himself to keep from sliding forward every time the tip was jammed against his cervix.

The lizardmen seemed content to watch while their trusty animal finished, the breeding of a heavy reptile and a boyish rattling being an understandably rare spectacle. Even though it had left a literally bitter taste in his mouth, Tobias missed the lizardman’s cock in his muzzle. Without it he couldn’t stifle himself and the increasingly rodent-like noises he was making as he was stuffed to the core every time he drake’s hips bucked.

With the improved leverage it wasn’t long until he felt the scaly slit the massive member had slipped out of slap against his own straining labia. By this time Tobias no longer cared about the noises he was making, the way he was drooling, or what was going to happen when the drake dismounted. The bestial cock had driven him to a squealing, squirming orgasm, his stuffed sex gushiing every time the riges churned the mess out of him.

The drake was still humping into a now over-sensitive sex, and the intensity of the stimulation had forced the thinking, reasoning part of the rat’s brain aside, leaving a female eager to have her urges sated. The drake had moved his paws to his shoulders, hunched over a slender rat who couldn’ get up if he somehow found the will to try.

A rumbling hiss sounded almost into Tobias’ right ear as the beast shortened its thrusts to just eager grinding. The cocktip pushed against his womb came to life, delivering everything the pent-up beast had churned up while huping its strange mate. More often than not Tobias succumbed to various canines during his heats and was no stranger to feeling a rush of hot, thin seed pushed into his body by the seal formed by a knot. But the drake was slightly cooler than his own body, and the seed the throbbing length was pumping out didn’t spray into his stuffed cunny, but rather was being pushed out. Tobias whimpered at the strange sensation of almost lukewarm seed oozing into him, thick and rich and seemingly content to stay deep where the drake was planting it. As the thick cum filled him, the cock pumping it softened and receded, and even though Tobias felt bloated there was barely any of the thick goop oozing from between his gaping folds once the beast of burden slid off. The drake was led away and male with a very erect cock bent over the rat lying face-down and ass-up. He slid a hand around Tobias’ waist, resting it under the rat’s belly before pulling him up. With his entire body weight suddenly on his abdomen, the mess filling him wound up being noisily squeezed out, with the gathered reptiles sniggering and hissing at the sight before a fresh shaft slid easily into the gooey mess…

*******

Even before laying his head down, Tobias knew what to expect from his dreams. Whenever he was in heat they tended to be predictable, and with his sex still sore and drooling he knew that he was in store for a repeat of his encounter with the lizardmen. Surely enough sleep found him on his knees, with towering scaled males pushing their cocks, first into his face then… elsewhere. His lips and his hands closed around pulsing purple members, and he could almost feel hands on his hips, raising him up. It was so vivid, down to the sensation of little dull claws poking through his fur while something softer and hitter poked against his mound.

He squeaked as he was penetrated, surprised by how real it felt. He even felt sore as his over-worked pussy was forced to stretch yet again as a hard male pushed himself in. The lizardmen, even their pack-drake had demonstrated a cold-blooded patience while using his body, starting off in slow but merciless strokes. For some reason the dream reptile violating him was doing anything but. The thrust were energetic, wild humps into his well-rutted slit. It was the sort of thing he got from feral canines who occasionally managed to get the best of him, so he figured his sleeping mind had mixed things up.

But it felt too vivid, the sensation of being filled after a day of hard use, the grip on his waist… he was sure he could even hear the wet sounds as the last of the reptilian spunk was pushed out of him by this new and unsolicited mate. He realized that he was trying to wake up and failing, and since he wasn’t a novice adventurer, he recognized that it was more that exhaustion keeping him asleep. Pushing against the magic was like swimming against a current, but the more he tried the more the surrounding lizardmen seemed to fade and blur. Not the pounding though, and when he opened his eyes he realize why.

His clothes were still hung to dry by the fire but the blanket covering his bare fur had been flung aside. Forcing his bleary vision to focus, Tobias stared past his tiny breasts and the stiff nipples ticking out from his gray-furred chest, only to come face to green muzzle with… what was this thing? Other than male, since it was obvious the huffing, murring creature resting across his front was responsible for the sensation of fulness and the soreness between his legs. The fire was still lively enough to cast light at the canid done in shades of green, including a dark-green fringe or mane that two large fluffy ears were sticking out of.

The creature was unperturbed by the fact its victim was staring it -no, him, very much him- in the eyes. His rhythm never slowed, the rump rising and falling, the big bushy tail wagging behind it as it lost itself in the thrill of breeding, even if it was very definitely outside of its species. Whatever the species was. Tobias had seen all kinds of creatures, but never something quite like this. A true rarity, which meant that the sperm sample he was sure to receive soon enough might be of some value. Tobias almost laughed at the notion. He’d come to the forest on an egg-hunt, and would wind up leaving with the exact opposite of an egg.

“Wha… are… you?” he mumbled, his voice and whole body shaking as the green creature humped away. Whatever it was, it was eager.

“Nimh’ia!” the creature yipped, either a name or just the noise it made while mating, Tobias couldn’t be sure.

Ever since being given the power of speech, Nimh’ia had found it an interesting way to interact with people, but the idea of talking while mating seemed absurd. No conversation could be even remotely as interesting as a good humping, nor could anyone be expected to spend breath on words when it was in short supply. He was glad the female wasn’t hostile and that the failure of his sleep spell didn’t mean an end to a very fun night, but she should just relax and enjoy and not bother the male putting in some very hard work with questions!

You never knew how females would react when they woke up to find themselves being rutted. The Tabaxi from a week ago had been purring while she was asleep, but once he’d jammed his knot in and woken her up she turned into a maelstrom of outrage and sharp claws. He still had a few tufts of fur missing, but fortunately he’d escaped before she’d snagged anything vital. True, a mouse was definitely not as fearsome as a cat, but this mouse was still a little bigger than he was. So nice of her to just lie back like a good girl and take everything he was giving her, knot included. Then again, after the drake and the lizardmen, he was sure his own cock would hardly be a problem.

Canine… or vulpine or something along those lines… Tobias thought as the growing bulge at the base of Nimh’ia’s became unmistakable, especially to someone used to that particular type of male. It still wasn’t big enough to tie, just enough to tug on the rat’s sore lips and to make the most obscene noises as it churned out the last drops of reptilian spunk. And he hadn’t imagined the grip – the forepaws of this… Nimh’ia… flared at the ends and boasted paws that looked more like hands. Might not be a canine… what then? Mustelid?

If he was it was a little too close to comfort. Tobias didn’t mind that his heats forced him to embrace this particular part of his otherwise inconvenient femininity but he had no intention of becoming a mother. The smart thing would be to push this creature off him, to get that slick, smooth shaft out from his heat-slicked sex. He was bigger, it would be easy, if only he could muster the will to do it. The knot was growing, he could feel it struggle to slip in, making him wince every time it struck his bruised labia.

Probably too exotic… Tobias reasoned with what little reason he had left. A thought that would conveniently let him stay on his back, taking the amorous green creature’s cock and soon enough it’s seed. So rather than getting out from under the humping Nimh’ia, the rat spread his legs a little wide and angled his hips just right. The effect was instantaneous and he gasped as the small change in posture made a world of difference.

The cock being jabbed into his slit over and over was now moving more smoothly, the knot a slick blur as it pumped smoothly in and out of his drenched pussy. It was fully swollen, so this… thing wouldn’t tie. Not that Tobias minded it. Being knotted was only a bad thing when it happened to him in some alley, the pleasure of being filled to the brim and pumped full of spunk that couldn’t cause problems dimmed by the possibility of being discovered.

A dog wanted to avoid having his knot swell outside of a female so all but the very inexperienced ones knew when to just drive it in and grind until they were done. This was Tobias’ first time actually getting fucked silly by one of the swollen bulbs, and while he did miss having the mass just swell against his g-spot, having it drive into his clit on every thrust had the rodent’s tail lashing and his toes curling.

This is so much better! Nimh’ia thought to himself as the gray female decided not to talk and instead started making more appropriate noises. The moans, gasps were a delight to his ears, especially spiced by an occasional squeak, sure signs that even though his spell had failed him, he’d wind up draining his seed into the deliciously snug tunnel pulsing around him. The rat’s skinny legs were spread wide, letting him get close enough to her crotch that the tip of his muzzle was now huffing away between the two perky teats sticking out of her heaving chest. A nice sensible size, as far as he was concerned. Some two-leggers seemed to have a pair of udders up there! In fact, this female was quite nicely proportioned for his tastes. He’d have to do his best to keep her around a little longer, at least until her heat lasted.

Tobias’ first hint that something was about to happen was the… whatever it was… flicking those huge fuzzy ears back and gripping him tight. The canine humping kicked up into the frantic pace of a jackrabbit except no rabbit boasted a knot at the base of his cock. The rat’s eyes crossed for a second as his tongue slipped from his muzzle, the slickness of his cunny ensuring the motion of the smooth bulge was a blur.

“Ghhhhuu…ghuuud b-boy! Like… that! Like… there… a little… mmppppfffFfffhhh!”

Tobias’ mind had gone blank well before he’d started mumbling, and what little sense he made was gone when the tension on his belly broke and his toes curled up in the air above the two of them. Nimh’ia’s only response was a murring little growl as the cunny he was pumping started to clench and convulse, but it barely slowed the lightning pace of the horny creature. His cunny was squirting around the shaft, and the bulge slipping through the wet mess made so much noise he was sure half the woods could hear them.

The green male rutting him made a strange yipping noise just before the mess down there started getting worse. His knot wasn’t big enough to tie, not after a whole hunting troupe of lizardmen and their pack drake, so there was nothing stopping Nimh’ia from humping. Tobias couldn’t feel the spurts, but he could feel the cum being churned out of him even as the small male worked furiously to seed his fertile bitch. The mess splattered over his thoughts, and everything that didn’t ran in a warm trickle across his winking pucker.

He’d ridden through his climax while the green male had enjoyed his, and by the time Nimh’ia went still Tobias felt drained even though he’d been quite generously filled. His eyelids were heavy as the slinky green form rose, pulling himself from the mess he’d made of the rat’s crotch. Nimh’ia gave his shrinking shaft a few licks and was even kind enough at the spunk that hadn’t soaked into Tobias’ fur or the bedroll under him. He was expecting to be left alone, but to his surprise Nimh’ia laid himself down next to him, with his sore paws possessively resting on the rat’s still heaving chest. Lacking the strength to chase him away, Tobias merely pulled the blanket up over the two of them and surrender to sleep