Thin, lithe, and small, the yinglets resemble a cross between a shorebird and a rat. Their entire bodies are covered in brown, black, gray, or white mid-length fur, save for their forelegs,and occasionally forearms, which more closely resemble the forelegs of a shorebird: stilt-like, bony in texture, and black in coloration. They may or may not possess locks of human-like hair on their heads. Their heads and tails have the basic structure of a reptile; however, they possess large, bat-like ears on the sides of their heads, they have whisker-like protrusions from their eyebrows, and females (and certain feminine males have a large tuft of fur on the tip of the tail. Most yinglets have only nine teeth: a single large, pointed "shelltooth" in the front of their mouths to crack open the shells of mollusk species, and four pairs of smaller, pointed teeth closer to the back of their mouths to prevent live prey from escaping. This unfortunate tooth arrangement prevents them from pronouncing "th" sounds, so all yinglets have a peculiar accent where they substitute "th" sounds for a different consonant, usually "z" or "d". Their eyes are cat-like, with a colored sclera and black slits for irises. The color of the sclera can vary drastically, but is most commonly some shade of yellow. Their hands and feet are very similar in structure: they both have three single-jointed, clawed fingers and a single clawed opposable thumb, with pads similar to a cat or dog on both the palm and tip of each digit. Yinglets have a drastically different internal biology from most other humanoid races. Notably, they are unable to digest bread and other dry foods, such as nuts, corn, or rice. In addition, their internal clocks run much faster than humans: they sleep for an hour for every five hours spent awake, rather than eight hours for every sixteen. Their main food source is mollusk meat, such as clams, oysters, and slugs. They experience a brief euphoric feeling upon eating such foods, and with enough mollusk meat at one time they can become intoxicated for hours on end. Coupled with their emotional maturity, which is roughly comparable with that of a human in early-to-mid-adolescence, their affinity for mollusks forms an unfortunate combination. The history of the yinglets is short but eventful. The yinglets originated from humid swampland filled with poisonous plants, much later than any of the other races. There they squabbled with each other briefly for small gains of territory until eventually being united by a single male yinglet of great intelligence and ability. His efforts established the enclave system, and by extension yinglet society as a whole. The yinglets never developed a language of their own, instead adopting the humans' language of Common. Similarly, they've never developed any technology of their own, resorting to scavenging and stealing from human society. inglet society is stratified into "enclaves", essentially tribes of yinglets ruled by a matriarch and an array of patriarchs. Being a relatively young race compared to humans, yinglets have few skills, and are reliant on scavenging to survive. They also have a gender ratio of about six males to one female, so females are highly coveted by yinglet society. It is rare for most male yinglets to even get a chance to see a female yinglet outside of the secret inner chambers of an enclave. Among other races, yinglets are seen as pesky vermin by most, and often occupy the lower classes of society. Yinglets are small, furry, bipedal creatures with long, stilt-like forearms and forelegs, large eyes and ears, two whiskers poking out of the inner edge of each eyebrow, often possessing actual "hair" as well, a long, fur-covered tail, like an otter, and a "shell-tooth", a large, chissel-like tooth in the center of their snouts used for prying open mollusks, or as a last-ditch weapon. Their short fingers have one less section / joint than human fingers and end in a short claw with a bulbous pad to assist in gripping. Their bones are mostly hollow, almost avian in design, despite having no capability of flight. Transparent irises, reptile-like pupils as well. They have a minor speech impediment due to tooth structure, rendering them unable to make the "th" sound, and thus must replace it with a suitable substitute, such as instead of saying "The others are headed for that town down the road." they might say "Za ozhers are headed for zat town down za road" or the like. This does not impact verbal spell components, usually. The average Yinglet member seen outside of enclaves is a bit...dim, with the rough intelligence and emotional maturity of an adolescent human. As they are often seen as nuisances and 'vermin', they often lack proper education, though they are quite capable of learning. As they are a relatively young species with little coin, property, or education, having only appeared in the world at large little over a century and a half ago, many are employed with simple tasks such as relaying messages or small items or keeping an eye out for thieves in markets, though they may also be "adopted" into a household as housekeepers, general servants, or even simply for companionship like a pet. It is reported that many actually enjoy being "kept" by humans, though this is a matter of heated argument within the Yinglet community. The vast majority of Yinglets, 80% of their species, are males, and males are usually the ones outside the enclave as the females are kept under guard as leaders. Usually the only case of a Yinglet female being outside of an enclave is when one is sent to establish a new enclave, a survivor from a destroyed one, or in rare cases, a human magically transformed into one through various means. Due to this wild gender imbalance, males are generally expected to find companionship with other males, as the female leadership will generally only pick the most "beneficial" males to continue the species, whether that be a particular skill, being stronger than average, more capable of learning, etc. Yinglets often gather into small 'towns' called Enclaves, with one Matriarch at the head who grooms the females for leadership duty. Below her are the Patriarchs, who each govern an area of speciality based on their expertise. A Patriarch of Coin and Trade for example negotiates trade with other enclaves and with the region as a whole, while a Patriarch of Foodstuffs handles cooking, farming, and some hunting not already handled by the Patriarch of Scouting and Intel's hunting parties, and a Patriarch of Culture might handle written records and recording the enclave's history and notable figures. Below them are "specialists", each assigned to a Patriarch. So that Foodstuffs has cooks, haulers, storage managers and such, Culture might have scribes, Scouting has hunting parties and spies, and so on. Yinglets, barring a proper mutation, are unable to eat grain-based foods, such as bread or rice, which block them up and make them ill, so the yinglet body has adapted by causing near instant vomiting upon ingestion, however they are capable of enjoying almost every other food that humans can, and even some they might not, such as their absolute love for raw clams, oysters...or slugs. In fact, their 'shell tooth' evolved specifically to pry open clams first and as a weapon second, and their tongue has bristles at the end that are made to latch onto clam-flesh and pull it loose in one lightning-fast motion, like a chemeleon tongue, and eating "slime-flesh" such as those causes an intense rush of dopamine and endorphins like a drug. Gorging on them can render them bubbly and giddy, as though drunk or on heroin without the crash, jitters, or many side effects, along with a lack of drug resistance. Rumors abound of a famed Yinglet alchemist who created "Healthy Juice" a potion that extended his lifespan immensely by slowing the aging process to a stop, or nearly so...before he was eaten by a stray dog and the formula promptly lost until it is rediscovered once again. Male Yinglets come in two varieties: Receptive / Preening and Aggressive / Seeking, based on their temperament and minor biological differences. Preening Yinglets tend to be those males with feminine features such as rounder ears and shorter snout, shorter shell-tooth, thicker fur including longer hair-like fur on the top of the head and a significant tuft of hair at the end of the tail. They tend to decorate their tails with adornments such as bells and rings in the hopes of attracting Seeker types, and typically have a more social attitude and tend to spend more time at Enclaves as nurses, diplomats, or scholars. Seeking Yinglets are those with traits generally considered more masculine: Longer limbs, thicker forerams and forelegs, long shelltooth. They typically have an "aggressive" attitude, though note that "aggressive" does not mean "hostile" and is meant that they are simply more "active" than their receptive / preening counterparts, usually preferring physical pursuits to intellectual ones. Often accompanied by a desire to range far from the enclave to hunt, scavenge, and adventure, and otherwise generally having a high level of confidence and self-assurance. A sudden jolt and boom awoke James. He brushed some of his red hair away from his blue eyes and looked through the window to see another starship firing at them. He looked at one of the black and red jumpsuit clad Dracosith soldiers as he barked, "Hey scav, over here! The ship won't hold up!" He saw that Snow Dove was already in another starship connected to the one James was still in. He jumped off his seat after unbuckling and ran to the other ship on his thin yinglet legs. The dragon soldier stepped over him as the door shut and barked, "Full speed ahead!" The shape shifter jumped out in full gear after the enemy, but one of the Dracosith soldiers went after her shouting, "Don't!" She looked at him and called out, "Let me sacrifice myself!"
"Why?"
"You guys are damaged, go home! Think about your people, you can risk loosing one, not all!"
"We were about to book it!" She didn't seem to listen. She torpedoed towards the other ship as the soldier flew towards her. Then, the door shut while they were outside, and the pilot said, "Full speed ahead."
"Uh," said James, "aren't we forgetting anyzhing? Zhere are some of our guys out zhere!"
"You want us to go after them? They basically said leave!" James was about to speak when he saw the stars appear to become noodles and felt himself being pinned against the wall. Unlike the last time he went into hyperspace, this time, his ears popped as if he had reached high altitude and went down. Then, just like that, he was released from the pressure. He looked through a window to see that they were approaching a planet, one that resembled mars.
Is zhat Dracosizh?"
"No other." With that, James went to the door and sat down to wait for the ship to land. A while passed beforehand. Soon, James started to nod off when he felt a kick. He jumped through the now open door and planted his face into the dust. He felt one of the crew members land on top of him.
So hot!" said a high pitched voice. He felt relief from the weight as they got off and stood up. Past the soldiers, he could see a series of old towers in bad condition with holes in the walls.
This place looks like shit!"
"Tell me about it," replied James.
Well," added a soldier, "it's home." James looked to see a creature covered in feathers, about as tall as two yinglets stacked on top of one another.
Uh," said the feathered creature, "why am I here again?"
"Ask the captain."
"Well, he flew out after the enemy!"
"Oh yeah."
"-And is most likely dead," stated the feathered one.
Well Scale, I hear the king wants to talk to you face to face."
"Really? A king wants to talk to me?"
"That's what I heard," answered the soldier.
What zhe," grunted James as some soldiers began to herd him along.
You need to go, now," one stated.
Alright, alright!" replied James.
Which way?" James saw the soldier point and followed the finger in the direction they were pointing in. He saw a building, one in much better shape than the rest. It appeared to be a hall of sorts, like the old Norse mead halls he heard of. He stopped at the door and pushed it open. He saw a crowd of Dracosith muttering amongst themselves and cleared his throat.
James Scale, from MORPH." James looked at the one they were gesturing at, the tallest of them.
Ah, good. Everyone out, I would like to speak to this one alone." James watched as most of the Dracosith walked all around him, some stepping over him. Then, the feathered one flew in through a window.
I said alone!" bellowed the king. The feathered one squawked and ran outside.
As you can see, we Dracosith are a tall people, a strong people," stated the king.
But, we cannot sneak through enemy lines. That is where you come in. There is a group of yinglets near fort Sulfur, I want you to go in there, gain their trust. I told their mother that I will be sending someone, and that someone is you, Scale."
"When do I start?"
"You may start now. Dismissed." With that, James turned and left the hall. He saw a vehicle of some sort and approached it. As he came closer to the door, it opened to invite him inside. He jumped inside and looked around the back of the front seat as the driver asked, "Where to?"
"The yinglets."
"Right away!" James stared through the window as the vehicle drove through the dilapidated streets of the city. Gradually, the buildings became more sparse, until they reached a gate. The driver stopped there for a couple minutes to allow guards to inspect the vehicle.
Don't mind the yinglet in back, it's with the king!"
"In that case," said one of the guards, "go ahead." They drove out into a seemingly endless wasteland keeping to a weak road. Finally, the vehicle stopped, and the door opened. James jumped outside and feasted his eyes on what appeared to be some kind of primitive fort. He took a deep breath and approached the door. He opened the door only to be met with a spear aimed at his chin. The yinglet holding it was constantly shaking his hands and alternating due to the spikes on the shaft.
Wait," said another yinglet. The one aiming a spear at him dropped his weapon and took one look before gasping, "Yinglady!" and dragging James inside. James looked back as he was dragged to the largest hut in the fort.Next thing James knew, he was thrown inside the hut. He looked back as the door shut, then spun around when he heard footsteps.
Hello," he called in a sheepish tone. After a moment of silence, he saw a yinglet push the curtain aside and approach. He gulped a lump from his throat and asked, "Who's in charge here?"
"Me!"
"Really?"
"Yes, really." Upon closer inspection, James could see that this yinglet did appear older than the rest.
I'm zhe one zhe Dracosizh king sent."
"I see!"
"So, what all will I be doing?"
"Getting under me!"
"What?" That was when he figured out that it was a male. James screeched with surprise from being jumped and pinned down like he was. Nothing could be heard from outside due to James being gagged. Then, someone did hear gurgling and raised a part of their eyebrow. They had no way to know what was going on inside. Night fell before everything settled down inside. James was sitting in a clear puddle. He looked up to see the bird yet again. He stood up and stretched his arms up.
You okay?"
"I guess."
"Well, let's get ya home!"
"Home? What home?"
"Base."
"Oh."
"Yes. Personally, I'd rather be in trees myself."
"Well, I guess I'll just get a nest of some kind, or stuffed in a cabinet."
"Same with me." James sighed and rested his chin on the bird's shoulder.
I thought my neck was long." commented the bird.
What?" The bird pointed, and James shrugged and shut his eyes. By the time they had claimed a room, James had fallen asleep. The bird passed out on a high point, while James laid on the floor. When James awoke, there was a new sting on his rear, and he had flown across the room.
On your feet!" he heard someone behind him bark, "You're late for training!" He jumped to his feet and ran outside while trying to blow red hair out of his eyes. A Dracosith ran alongside turning to subtly lead him to an obstacle course of sorts. He could see other recruits running across various hurdles and jumping over walls. He heard a bang and looked in the direction it came from to see other recruits crawling under a fence while Dracosith were shooting at them. Suddenly, he felt a push and planted his face in the mud inside the course. He stood up as someone behind him barked, "Today rat!" He heard more gunshots and a bullet whizzed past his ear. He gasped and bolted across the field. He went on four legs to run under the wire around the other recruits. Some of them stopped to stare, some had mud slung in their faces as James ran across the field before planting his face into a wall. He looked up the wall, after taking a moment to gather his thoughts, and jumped only to end up planting his face into the mud. He jumped back up on his feet and tried using his claws to get up. It worked at first, until he found a knot. After that, he slowly slid down leaving lines where his claws dug in. As Dracosith laughed, he scanned the wall for footholds.When he couldn't find one, he sighed and went around the wall. Then, he found himself beginning to hyperventilate while running toward the next obstacle. He jumped into a pool of water and began paddling like he was drowning. Once he was across, he flopped on his back and stared at the sky. His tail stood up as he laid there. Once he caught his breath, he stood up and looked up at one of the Dracosith. He heard snickering and asked, "What?"
"You!"
"Alright, I admit it; I suck at zhis!"
"You do?"
"I bet I do. By zhe way, how did I do?"
"Decent, I guess."
"Alright, what's next?"
"Lifting."
"Lifting?" Without warning, they handed him a bag of bricks, which instantly crushed him under its weight. Soon afterward, the bricks were lifted off him. He crawled away from them and laid in the muck. When someone new approached, he hissed, "What now?"
"Get cleaned up."
"What's next?"
"You're done for now," said one of the Dracosith before another one picked him up by the collar of his uniform. He was carried away from the course, but instead of going to the barracks, he was brought to a vehicle. Right after a purple hound jumped out, James was put in the backseat. James looked up to see the hound sitting over him.
Good Morning, Scale!"
"Uh, hi."
"Sorry we are uh, taking you away."
"Where to?"
"Don't ask!"
"Why not?"
"Because!" James crossed his arms and scoffed.
Now be quiet!" barked the driver.
I can, but I won't enjoy it..."
"Agh! Do yinglets ever become quiet?" James sighed and stared through the window. He noticed when they stopped at the gate leaving the fort, and he saw the guard inspect the vehicle, heard him give the all clear.
Are we heading to zhe yinglets?"
"Don't ask me!" James groaned at having yet again been denied information. He unbuckled and jumped to the floor. There, he laid down. The car went faster, and he shut his eyes. Finally, once the vehicle stopped, he got back on the seat. He climbed on top of the sleeping dog and looked through the window. However, he could hardly see since the window seemed to be blacked out.
Were are we?"
"Huh?"
"I said where are we." Then, he felt a push as he was dumped out of the car. He watched them drive away before he took a look around at they place he was ditched. He stood up and explored the area. There were rocks everywhere, and he climbed up a pile of them. He peered into the distance at the stars and the endless expanse of Dracosith wilderness.
Hello," he called. Silence. He sighed and went down to try to find the fort. It took a while, but he eventually came across the gate. Once he found the fort, it had already went into the afternoon. He went back to the course only to find three guards blocking the entrance.
Guys, I've been ditched!"
"Get out!" was the only reply he got.
Why?"
"We wanted your rat ass gone!"
"Seriously?"
"Yes! You annoy almost everyone, and what the hell is with your head?"
"Well, I never!" With that, James turned and marched away. He raised two middle fingers before jumping in a cab and saying, "Take me to zhe yinglets!" He felt a jolt as the vehicle sped away. He stared through the window out at the Dracosith landscape, blurring with speed.
What zhe?"
"Are you buckled," asked the driver.
Yeah."
"Good." James pulled down on the belt having remembered a trick that often worked with cars back on earth. When the driver looked back, James was in for a surprise when he found out it was a yinglet.
What zhe?" All sorts of questions ran through his head at that moment, but all that came out was incoherent sputtering. Finally, he yelled, "What are you doing here?"
"Driving! What do ya zhink?"
"Where and why?'' "To Zhe enclave! Because zhat's where we're going!"
"Wait, does your leader want to see me again?"
"I dunno, but you said you want be wizh us!"
"Because zhey don't want me zhere at zhe fort!"
"Well zhey're asses!"
"I'll take a hundred more pounds wizh your general!'' "What do you mean?"
"What do you zhink zhose sounds were?"
"Sounds?"
"Oh, never mind."
"Oh okay! We no minds zhan!" James took a look through the window. As they hit something, James gasped. He cleared his throat and asked, "How much furzher?"
"A mile or two!We can walk it if you want!"
"I guess we can."
"Then, let's go!" James opened the door and jumped out. He rolled across the ground for a moment. He watched as the other yinglets also jumped out.
Ready?"
"Yes!" James beckoned them further along the road leading them towards the enclave. Then, after a while, they came across the small fort.
Home!" They ran, and all stopped at the gate.
Let us in!"
"I'm here to see zhe General," added James. The door opened, and he immediately went back to the largest hut. He looked back to see the other yinglets following.
You guys can go now." As they parted ways, he took a deep breath and went inside.
Hello? General?" Someone certainly appeared, but not the general. This one had a much lighter fur tone, and had a tuft on the end of their tail, typical of female yinglets.
What zhe?"
"What, never seen a woman?"
"No, weren't you a man before?"
"No!"
"Zhen, who was here zhe ozher day?"
"He died, tried fight a bus and got hit."
"You serious?"
"Yes!"
"Well, who was he?"
"Uh, Torkit."
"Oh. And, what role did he have here?"
"A general."
"A military governor, so to speak?"
"Yes!"
"So, you're in charge now?"
"I am, and will be until I die some stupid way!"
"Well, what am I to do now? Zhey kicked me out if Sulfur, and zhe one I came to see is dead."
"Zhink I know? Beat some males?"
"Beat?"
"Yes, zhe kinky ones."
"Oh."
"You want to zhat?"
"Eh," James shrugged and said, "why not."
"Good!"
"Where do we start?"
"Down in the enclave."
"Okay." James turned and opened the door. The new matriarch went out, followed by James.
Who to visit first..."
"I dunno, up to you."
"Any ozher high ranked boys?"
"I don't zhink so."
"Great, so it's just Joe Schmo-Ahh!" James lifted his tail to reveal a white sphere sliding through. He laid down and bit the end of his tail as the egg came out. Then, another orb showed up after that. All the while, the matriarch cringed at the sight. Soon, James had four eggs. He looked at the matriarch and said, "Well, zhat wasn't so bad."
"It wasn't?"
"Not as bad as what mammals do."
"Really?"
"At least from what I hear. Now, what do we do wizh zhese?" The matriarch shrugged and suggested, "Eat zhem?"
"What if zhey're fertile?"
"So?"
"Don't we want more yinglets?"
"I dunno, do we?"
"Well, I'm not eating zhese!"
"Zhen, don't!"
"Is zhere an empty hut?"
"Yeah, always is!"
"Good."
"Seven!" James grunted while letting an egg slide out. Once the white sphere reached the ground, he asked, "Any more coming?"
"Nope," answered the yinglet he had hired as a helping hand. With that, James let go of his tail and sat down. He spun around on his fists and nearly fainted when he saw that one of the eggs were busted. He looked at the smaller yinglet with suspicion and asked, "Did you do somezhing stupid?"
"No."
"It happens," another one chimed in.
Wait, what?"
"Eggs crack."
"Spontaneously?"
"You dropped zhaz one at bad angle."
"I did?"
"Yes!"
"Bring in anozher boy!"
"Why?"
"Now!" screeched James. He watched as they ran out of the hut before laying among the eggs.
Well," he said to himself, "zhis is boring." He gasped when he felt a push against his tail. He stood up and turned around. There was a male yinglet trying to get on top of him.
Oh, zhat was fast." James pulled the curtain over the door before lifting his tail. During their session, one of the eggs was stomped on. James screamed and bit him, to which he retaliated by biting back.
You owe two eggs!"
"I didn't smash zhe first one!"
"Still!'' "Why do you want so many?" ''Orders from zhe king."
"Oh."
"Well?"
"I don't wanna anymore!"
"Seriously?"
"Yes! Zhey kidnapped me!" James sighed and got away from him.
You can go." The yinglet left, and James sat and sighed. as he sat there, he began to wonder how it came to this. He couldn't see how surviving a nuclear war could lead to this. How did those injections work, anyway? It was a mystery. He stood up all the way and began pacing the hut.
Is zhis all I'm going to do anymore, sitting around making eggs? I've already become numb to it. But, zhat can't be it!" He heard tapping and watched from the window as yinglets ran. He sighed, laid down and shut his eyes. He woke up a couple hours later right as the sun began to set. He looked at the eggs, then got up and began feeling them. While they felt cold, he pulled them together and laid among them. When he saw someone taking a peek, he asked, "Uh, can you lend a hand?"
"No!"
"Can you at least take down zhe curtain?"
"No!"
"By zhe way, why are you here?"
"Because I was ordered to!" James sighed, got up and grabbed the curtain that hid them from the outside world, the one thing that prevented him from being seen making more eggs. He yanked it down and draped it over the eggs. He squinted as he shifted the sheet to accommodate all the eggs gradually becoming more used to the light. He heard a thunk on the barred window and went to see what it was. He saw a tongue on the wooden bars, and found that it was connected to something that looked like a large reptile with insect features.
What is zhat?"
"Zhink I know?"
"I should ask what it is next time I get zhe chance to."
"Yeah you should, zhat zhing has lots of teeth!"
"By zhe way, is zhere a place to get blankets wizhin zhese walls?"
"I don't Zhink so."
"Well, what is zhere to make zhem out of?" With no answer, James took a moment to feel the curtain. He felt the fibers for the material, or something to compare it to.
Felt," he thought aloud. Suddenly, they heard a knock on the wall, and a Dracosith's head peered in.
Private Scale?"
"Uh, yes?"
"Just came to check those eggs." Upon hearing this, James raised an index finger and pulled away the curtain from the clutch of eggs. It appeared that something had emerged from one of the eggs.
What have we here," asked the soldier pointing at one of the eggs. James followed the finger to see a pinkish blob with white fur.
Well, how about that, it already hatched. Tell you what, you could keep that one if you want, the rest can go to the crown, unless another one hatches sooner or later than the rest."
"Sounds like a plan," said James.
Oh by the way, that uh, racism was planned," stated the soldier.
It was supposed to motivate you to stay and make more." What," James screeched. Before the soldier could react, James snapped, "Are you serious? So, you guys chased me out so I could dedicate my time to making scouts up the wazoo?"
"I'd better go," stated the soldier before turning and marching away through the fort. James turned around and picked up the yingling, which was crying now. He changed how he was holding it and tried rocking it. He sat down and held the yingling close to his chest. After the yingling fell asleep, James laid down and nodded off as well. He knew that, one day, this one would become decent company. At least he was no longer alone. The sound of a falcon shrieks overhead as it circles around the halo of golden sunlight covering the landscape below. A long stretch of dirt cuts through the glowing fields of wheat on either side. A tall, muscular-looking figure walks slowly down the dirt road, heading away from a tall, stone castle in the distance. The man's leather strap shoes beat away on the dusty strip as he summits a hill before stopping at its peak. He brushes the waterfalls of sweat from his brow and takes a swig from his goatskin canteen. The man is covered head to toe in various pieces of leather armor, all written with the scars of previous battles. His upper torso is bare except for some age-old scars and the straps to his travel pack crossing his rippling chest. His lower body is covered with a long, thick, leather skirt and a short sword at his side. The man swallows a couple quick glugs of stale water before turning around and gazing an eye across the horizon "Cyrill!" shouts the man with his hands cupped around his mouth. The word echoes over the waving wheat fields with no reply.
Cyrill!" he shouts once more with no response The man sighs, re-slinging his canteen over his shoulder and walking back towards the castle. It didn't take long for the man to find what he was looking for. On the ground lay a squashed yinglet underneath a travel pack loaded with armor and gear. The man quickly gets down on his knees and flips the rustling pile over. The yinglet rolls with the clattering pack as it desperately gasps for air.
Sweet mozher of...shit...gods..." it barely makes out as it grabs at it's chest and neck, tiny stalk-like feet flailing in the air. The sandy-colored yinglet wears a simple garb of an oversized, earthy green, shirt and pants along with a tattered brown bandana across its head.
Well, I am amazed you made it as far as you did. I told you that pack was too heavy for a yinglet" said the man with a grin The yinglet rocks back and forth, picking up momentum as it flips itself upright onto its feet.
I told you Vacar! I am not some stupid, weak yin-AHH!" said the yinglet as its legs wobble and collapse from the overwhelming weight of the pack. Vacar lets out a short laugh and snort as he rocks his head in his right palm.
Its not funny! We need to-AHH!" squeaked the yinglet as the heavy pack falls forward, smashing the yinglet face-first into the dirt. Vacar bursts out laughing at the small limbs skittering in panic under the pack like a spider squashed underneath a book. Vacar grabs the top of the pack and pulls the yinglet to its feet once more, "You know, when I took you on as a squire it was with pity"
"I don't need your damn pity!" said Cyrill swinging fists helplessly as he dangles from Vacar's grip.
But you do need me to travel and I don't need a dead yinglet on my hands, I need a squire" said Vacar lightly shaking the pack The yinglet's limbs go limp at his sides, "Fine! Take some of ze gear" Vacar sets the pack down and takes some of the heavier items out, "All I ask of you is to be capable, not impervious" The yinglet stands up, huffing as it readjusts the pack's straps on its shoulders.
Cyrill look at me" commanded Vacar in a serious tone as the yinglet looked up into the strong man's scarred face, "If you really want to be a sellsword one day you have to know your limits"
"Zhat doesn't sound anyzhing like what a sellsword would say!" complained Cyrill with a pouty face.
Oh yeah? How 'bout you tell me what I should be saying then?" said Vacar with crossed arms.
Zhey should be sayin...like... 'Be tough, on guard and ready to fight at all times!'" said Cyrill in a deep voice as he tries to flex his non-existent arm muscles. Vacar picks a dried branch of wheat off the ground and stands in front of Cyrill. The yinglet stares confused at the human as he paces in a circle around the yinglet. Cyrill tries to follow the human's pace before getting a stinging whap to the back of the head.
Ow!" squeaks the yinglet as it grasps the back of its head.
Well it seems you are neither tough or on guard" said Vacar, casting the branch of wheat back onto the bovine shit covered dirt before continuing off down the road. The yinglet grumbles for a bit, rubbing its still sore head. Cyrill looks down at the wheat branch flickering in a cow pie before looking up at Vacar, moving further into the distance. The little yinglet shrugs the weight of its pack on its sore shoulders before skipping quickly up to Vacar's side.
Why did you take my offer? Why did you take me on as squire?" said Cyrill bluntly as he tries to keep pace with Vacar "Well...let's just say that I saw promise in you...that and that shaved tail of yours" said Vacar thumbing at Cyrill's cleanly bandaged tail tip "What?...You?!...No!" fumbled Cyrill as he made various accusing faces at Vacar "You're a lass. You may think you're really clever with that gettup but its something I've seen quite a couple times before" said Vacar staring ahead at the road The yinglet continued to make various noises while trying to explain away the tail bandages.
You think you're the first female to run away from its enclave?" said Vacar flicking one of Cyrill's rapidly reddening ears "Stop zhat! I am male!" said Cyrill grasping his ears to prevent further ear flicking.
Oh yeah? How about you take that baggy shirt off and show me your chest? I am sure your not using bindings just like all the others" said Vacar pinching at the shoulder of Cyrill's shirt Cyrill jumps back, tugging the hem of the tattered green shirt down as his face flusters "Well..?" says Vacar with a judgmental look and crossed arms as they both come to a stop The little yinglet looks at Vacar before lifting the hem of the shirt up slowly from its waist. The edge of the shirt gets midway to its stomach before quickly tugging it back down in embarrassment, "Ok ok! You got me! Why do you care so much zhat I am a female?"
"You know the enclaves pay handsomely for a female, any female. I could have just turned you back into your enclave and collected some coin...Did you think about that? Says Vacar spacing out into the circling falcon in the sky Silence comes over the two as the yinglet anxiously swirls a pile of dirt with the tip of her toe.
Do you actually want to be my squire or do you just want a free ticket out of town?" said Vacar looking back down at Cyrill The yinglet's paw clenches a fistful of dirt, "I want to be your squire"
"You know it's a hard life, not the pampered oasis you're running away from" said Vacar flatly "...Yes I've always wanted zhis life...ze life of a soldier...zhis is in my bones." said Cyrill stomping a tiny foot "Ok" said Vacar shrugging and continuing down the road past the yinglet "I said I want to be your squire" said Cyrill calling out after Vacar "Heard yah" said the sellssword giving a half-hearted thumbs up as he continued down the road "Just like zhat?! After all zhat questioning?! Are you crazy!?" said Cyrill once again jogging up along side Vacar Vacar flicks the yinglets ears once more, "This is gonna be fun if you keep making it so easy to screw with you." The yinglet reels again as it screeches in annoyance, grabbing its ears once more "Lighten up, it's a long journey to the next town, no time to act like a princess, Cyrillah" says Vacar patting the yinglet on the back with a couple hearty thwaps The yinglet coughs a couple times in surprise, "How did you know my name?" The sellsword laughs and shakes his head as the two banter back and forth, heading off into the distance. The air rides cool across the ground as the echoes from the surrounding forest spill forth with the chatter of the night's frogs and insects. A small fire burns on the edge of a dark forest next to a main dirt road. Around the fire sits Cyrillah on a long felled tree, snapping small twigs between her hands and tossing them lazily into the small blaze. A couple feet away sits Vacar roasting two sticks of salted pork over the flames. The air is filled with the smell of melted briny fat and campfire smoke.
Alright, good enough" says Vacar before standing up from the fire and walking over to Cyrillah. Cyrillah takes no notice of Vacar standing next to her, instead staring bug eyed at the fire in front of her "Cyrillah?" says Vacar as the yinglet nearly jumps out of her skin "What?" she says darting her head all around before settling her gaze back on Vacar Vacar hands one of the speared chunks of pork to Cyrillah before sitting down on the log next to her, "You know since the sun went down you've been real jumpy"
"Jumpy?! I am not jumpy! Nozhing's bozhering me!" the yinglet blurts out in quick succession as she twirls the stick of meat through her fingers "Uh huh" mutters Vacar before taking a bite of his pork. Vacar watches Cyrillah out of the corner of his eyes for the next couple minutes. Every time a wild howl or croak comes up from the woods behind them, Cyrillah jumps and looks over her shoulder. Vacar quickly finishes off his meat before flicking the stick in the fire. He waits for the right moment before stretching his arms over his head. He leans over slightly and taps Cyrillah on her right shoulder. The yinglet screams, jumping away from the log and spinning on her feet as she holds her pork stick over her head like a sword. Vacar chuckles as the yinglet continues to dart her head around.
Vacar! Zhis forest is haunted!" says Cyrillah with panicked breath Vacar bursts out laughing even harder as the yinglet slowly lowers her pork stick, drooping her shoulders "Zhis isn't funny!" snaps Cyrillah as she flings the pork sticks at Vacar, hitting him square between the eyes with the greasy chunk of meat Vacar wipes his brow, still chuckling as he holds out the pork stick to Cyrillah, "Oh come on Cyrill, lighten up" Cyrillah stomps over to Vacar, "I can't just lighten up! Zhere are zhings out in zhose woods zhat could..." Huffed Cryillah before the hooting of an owl makes her turn around again Vacar pokes Cyrillah in the side of the stomach with his foot, causing her to jump once again and turn towards him "Stop zhat! I am being serious!" Cyrillah tries to bark out in her most serious tone. Vacar's chuckling dies down as he sees the serious worry ringed under the yinglet's eyes. A sense of guilt starts to come over Vacar as he straightens up on the log.
Look I am sorry, I haven't been much of a teacher. I've been teasing you ever since we left town together. Come on" said Vacar patting the spot on the log next to him. The yinglet gives a short skeptical eye with her arms crossed, "No more poking or ear flicking?"
"No more of that, you have my word" said Vacar tracing an X over his chest. Cyrillah sighs, walking over to the log and plopping down next to Vacar. Cyrillah takes the pork stick from Vacar's hand and quickly finishes it off before tossing the stick onto the dirt. Vacar pulls a long scabbard dagger off of his belt and holds it out to Cryillah. Cryillah takes the dagger and looks over its worn scabbard covered in slash marks from other much larger blades. She pulls the handle, exposing the well-kept, beautiful mirror-like blade.
Wow, zhis must've been wizh you for a long time, but what does it have to do wizh me?" said Cryillah pushing the blade back into the well-worn scabbard and holding it out to Vacar. Vacar pushes the dagger back towards Cyrillah, "It's yours, that's what" Cryillah looks up at Vacar and back down at the blade a couple times, "Mine? But...but..."
"You need a blade to train with if you ever plan to be a soldier some day, seriously, take it" said Vacar Cyrillah's eyes become slightly misty before choking out, "...Zhank you...zhis is ze nicest gift anyone's ever given me" Vacar rubs the back of his head, the unexpected complement making him feel slightly uncomfortable " Well...I can teach you some basics with it, besides maybe it'll help you sleep a little better at night"
"We're sleeping out here?" says Cyrillah alarmed "Well...yeah...Where do you think we were going to sleep?" says Vacar "You know...like an inn or somezhing? Somewhere indoors" says Cyrillah matter-of-factly Vacar let's out a short laugh, "You've never slept outside have you?" Cyrillah looks away from Vacar as she fidgets with her toes, "No...no I haven't. I always slept inside ze walls of ze enclave. I did everyzhing inside zhose walls. I was told zhat if I ever left, zhat I would be met wizh a swift deazh" Vacar stares at Cyrillah with pity. Understanding that the yinglet probably had no idea what she's getting herself into.
Cyrill?" said Vacar "Yeah?" said Cryillah "What made you want to become a sellsword?"
"What?"
"Any other yinglet would consider this suicide, why do you want it? "Didn't you ask me zhis question already?"
"Yes, but I am talking about the spark...what was the spark that made you want this?" Cyrillah readjusts herself on the log, "'Ze spark'...I guess you would say is one of my first memories. I don't remember a whole lot of what happened since I was very young at ze time. All I remember is his beautiful face staring down at me in his strong arms, feeling completely safe and secure. He was a sellsword traveling on ze road to my city. Along ze way he came across an abandoned litter of us, no more zhan new born fluffs. He scooped us up in his arms and took us to ze nearest enclave. Ze matriarch paid ze young man good coin for us, especially since zhree of us were female. I never knew ze man's name but ever since zhen I zhought about becoming a soldier. When I grew older I'd sneak out to ze city to watch ze sellswords and mercs come zhrough ze gates. I knew zhat one day I wanted to be big, strong, and fearless like zhem. I wanted to be more zhan just some egglayer, I wanted to be unafraid, I wanted to be strong." Cyrillah's hands curl into tiny fists, shaking with frustration, "I know zhat I am just a small, weak, fearful yinglet but dammit I want to be more zhan zhat" Vacar stands up and looks down at Cryillah, "You are more than that"
"Huh?" says Cyrillah looking up into Vacar's face "You wish to be stronger but you ignore the fact that you're already strong"
"But I am not big or muscly or as fearless as you!"
"None of those things matter if your spirit is right"
"But..."
"You can fell even giant foes with enough will, it just depends where and how you hit them. Now pull out that dagger, its time for your first lesson" says Vacar as he gets down on one knee in front of Cyrillah. The female yinglet hesitates for a second but quickly pulls the dagger from the scabbard in her lap.
Now look, even someone small can hit an enemy in multiple areas for an easy take down, always look for an area of opportunity in soft spots like the neck, eyes, armpits and genitals..." Continues Vacar as the small yinglet eagerly nods her head, absorbing every bit of information as the campfire begins to die. Vacar continues on with the lesson until nothing but the faint glow of the red coals remains. Cyrillah now renewed with a new sense of security, both turn in for the night. The clouds smother the moon as both lay on opposite ends of the campfire. Cyrillah lays curled up, her body completely cocooned around the old dagger by her chest. About two hours into her sleep Cyrillah feels a nip on her shoulder. The tired yinglet tries to brush it away.
Vacar stop...you promised..." she says sleepily A set of powerful jaws snap around the yinglet's shirt, dragging her quickly back from the fire and towards the forest. Cyrillah wakes with a scream as a wolf firmly grips her in his teeth. Cyrillah tries to wiggle free from her shirt but that only seems to piss off the animal even more as it growls, foam dripping at its jaws. Cyrillah trembles as she catches a glimpse even further into the woods. Multiple series of hungry eyes glitter from the dark, staring at their soon to be dinner. Cyrillah feels her mind panicking, her thoughts racing in a million different directions before settling on the dagger still clench in her hands. Cryillah unsheathes the dagger and in one swift move plunges the knife deep into the creature's right eye. The wolf howls with anger, snapping it jaws left and right. Cyrillah holds tight onto the dagger as the wolf flings her from its head. Cyrillah lands onto the ground before quickly getting back on her feet, holding the gory dagger in her hands like a sword. The wolf snaps its jaws as it paws at its new gaping wound before charging at the small yinglet. Cyrillah braces for impact as the heavy canine slams head first into the yinglet, causing her to slam back against a tree. The wolf thrashes and snaps it jaws for a bit before collapsing onto the ground. Cyrillah pulls the dagger from the wolf's throat as fresh, hot blood pours out into the dirt. Cyrillah pants heavily, adrenaline coursing through her body as she hears the howls of the other observing wolves. The eyes continue to watch the little yinglet with interest as she steps away from the tree, bloody dagger in hand.
Come on! You want an easy meal? Come on!" yells Cyrillah as she swipes the dagger from side to side. A round of whimpers comes up from the other wolfs as one by one they disappear back into the dark. Cyrillah lowers her dagger as she pants heavily, looking down at the giant tear holes in her shirt caused by the wolf's teeth.
Woah" says Vacar a couple feet behind Cyrillah, kicking the dead carcass of the wolf Cyrillah turns around to face Vacar, "You...were you watching ze whole time?"
"Nope, I just woke up, whatever happened here was all your doing Cyrill" said Vacar walking closer to the yinglet, "And by the looks of it I'd say someone just proved themselves to be pretty fearless and strong. More than just a yinglet." A look of confusion comes over Cryillah for a second before realizing what Vacar is getting at, "Oh you mean...me?"
"Yup" says Vacar before tugging the tip of Cryillah's left ear, "My fearless little squire" Cyrillah lets out a screech as she grabs her ears, "Hey you promised!"
"I only promised no flicking, you didn't say anything about tugging" said Vacar with a grin, "Now come on my little warrior its time you got some rest, I'll take watch for anymore wolfs" Cyrillah lays down back by the now completely snuffed out coals, surrounded by darkness on all sides. Cyrillah holds the dagger close to her chest once more as the feeling of absolute security comes over her. She draws a deep sigh of relief as she looks over at Vacar, sitting upright with his main sword close by. Cyrillah closes her eyes and falls off into the dreamscape. Her mind flitters with images of her all donned in shining armor, with her dagger sword at hand, riding off fearlessly into the adventurous unknown. A couple weeks pass as the two slowly but steadily plot along on foot north, crossing over into the territory of Valsalia. Along the way Vacar continues daily with his lessons, teaching Cyrillah everything from armor and weapon care to basic wilderness survival skills. Cyrillah absorbs every tidbit and off hand comment Vacar makes. The little yinglet had quickly taken to being a fastidious and precise student. Focus and directness were rare traits for yinglets who are more likely to follow a butterfly off a cliff rather than sit through an entire ten minute speech. Cyrillah's mind was like a steel trap, as she could often recite lessons back to Vacar verbatim. With every lesson finished, Vacar swelled with pride. Since Cyrillah had taken to Vacar's teachings so well, Vacar decided it was time to reward the studious scav. Along the border of Valsalia, Vacar detoured slightly from the main road to visit someone who he claimed was "The best armorer in all of the Valsalia". Cyrillah complained, thinking Vacar was just wasting time for shits and giggles. When they finally arrived, Cyrillah's jaw about hit the floor. The little dirt hut was covered top to bottom in every leather and metal armor Cyrillah could ever conceive of existing. Vacar quickly met the owner and plopped down a heavy sack of coins for a tailor-made, light suit of leather armor. A small, yinglet shaped suit of leather armor. Cyrillah could hardly hold in her excitement as the old armorer quickly began taking measurements of the yinglet. In no time, the old armorer had crafted from scratch a yinglet sized suit of leather armor. He also created a strap for Cyrillah's dagger so she could wear it over her shoulder like a proper sword. After everything was said and done, Cyrillah could barely come up with anything to say. Vacar merely ruffled her hair and said, "No need for thanks, now you have the proper sellsword look to go along with those sharp skills" Every chance Cyrillah got, she would stare at her reflection. Looking attentively at the now hardened and professional looking yinglet staring back at her. *"Almost a real soldier" she thought gazing into the dirt and ruffled fur face, replacing the over manicured and over preened self of her enclave past Vacar often saw Cyrillah losing herself in puddles, always stopping to give the yinglet plenty of time to take in her new self. Cyrillah would snap out and immediately apologize to Vacar for lost time. Vacar would just reply with a short laugh before continuing on down the road.
Lah-lah, I am in no rush, let's just try to enjoy our days, shall we?"
"Huh?"
"I said are you going to order anything?" Cyrillah blinks slowly, her eyes still adjusting to the dim light of the bar. Two weeks had past since Cyrillah had received her armor. Vacar had insisted that the two spend the night in luxury and order a couple drinks from the local bar/inn. Cyrillah stares around the room, seeing the walls packed with heavily sauced patrons swaying in their booths while the tables in the center of the room are alive with the bickering and petty fighting that can only come from gambling. The air reeks of body odor and stale beer. Cyrillah glances briefly up at the candlelights hanging from overhead before looking back down at the large torn and stained menu in her hands. Cyrillah looks over at the end of the booth to see a waiter leaning patiently over the table. The waiter's entire outfit seemed purposely erotic with a tight corset and an open top blouse. The waiter's breasts spilled out to meet the myriad of hungry drunken eyes and Cyrillah was no exception. The yinglet slowly drops the menu out of her hand as she becomes entranced in the waiter's voluptuous cleavage a couple inches away from her face.
Cyrill?...Cyrill?...CYRILL" said Vacar snapping his fingers next to Cyrillah's head Cyrillah snaps out of her open mouth trance and looks around the table, "Huh? What?" Vacar takes Cyrillah's menu and hands it back to the frustrated waiter, "Here, I'll have a beer and the yinglet will have a wine for now" The waiter nods her head, taking a quick side-glance at Cyrillah before walking off to the bar.
Phhfft, I didn't know you were queer" said Vacar sitting smugly back in his booth seat.
What!? No no no no no no no no. I just haven't been sleeping zhe past couple days, zhat's all" said Cyrillah jolting upright in her seat "Haha! Bullshit! You about went for a nose dive in that poor waiter's titties" said Vacar obviously getting enjoyment out of making the yinglet increasingly uncomfortable. Cyrillah nervously twiddles her fingers as the waiter comes back with their drinks. As the waiter goes to place the drinks down on the table Cyrillah looks over once more at the waiter's exposed chest. Vacar lets out a short snicker as the waiter moves away, leaving two large tankards on their table.
Real smooth glance there, Lah-lah" smirked Vacar as he sips the foam from the top of his beer.
Ugh, please don't call me zhat hideous nickname" said Cyrillah trying hopelessly to pick the big heavy tankard off of the table "What? Lah-lah? I think it sounds pleasant."
"It sounds feminine" says Cyrillah frustratedly giving up on lifting the tankard and instead standing up and lapping the wine out of the top like a dog. Cyrillah shudders at the taste and warmth now coursing through her mouth.
So?" says Vacar finishing off half of his drink in one gulp "If you've already forgotten, I am trying to keep zhat a secret. Hush hush, remember?" said Cyrillah sitting back down in her seat with a peeved look on her face.
Well sooner or later, hiding yourself from everyone might not be an option at your disposal, besides, we're pretty far north, nobody you know should be in Valsalia's territory" said Vacar before swiftly finishing off the rest of his tankard.
Eeeehhhhhhhhhhhh, what do we 'ave 'ere. What the 'ell Ron!? Your letting this place go to shit iffin you let a scummy rat in 'ere" Both Cyrillah and Vacar turn to see a very drunken man saddling up to their table. The man wears average, dirty and torn street clothes, the only thing remarkable about his wear is the large black club hanging loose from his belt. The man slams one hand down on the edge of the booth table while his other hand hovers over the grip of the black club.
Who lettttt you in 'ere scum?" slurred the man reeking of hard liquor as he looms over Cyrillah Cyrillah twiddles her fingers even faster as she can feel her throat tighten with nerves. As the man leans in closer, Vacar jumps up from his seat and wraps his fingers firmly around the mans throat. The man chokes out as his arms and legs drunkenly flail into surrounding tables and chairs.
If you value your spineless, pathetic, shit-sucking life, you'll leave my little friend here alone" said Vacar as he exposed some of the blade from the sword at his hip.
Friends with a fucking scav...and you call me pathet-" gurgled out the man before Vacar also wrapped his other hand around the man's throat The man's face shutters as he begins to turn purple in Vacar's grip. Before the man almost passes out, an extremely large, broad and muscular man stomps up to the two men, easily grabbing both by the shoulders and pulling them apart.
I'll have no fighting in my bar, understand? I can stand the scav and the occasional drunken shouting match but if I catch you two going at it again I will not hesitate to throw your asses out onto the street. Are we clear?" said the giant man rhetorically before sheparding the man with the club over to a seat over by the gambling tables. Vacar sits back down at the table, sighing loudly as Cyrillah stares wide-eyed at him.
Did it really have to go zhat far?" said Cyrillah with concern "Yes...yes it did. That man there wanted your hide for coin" said Vacar leaning back and rubbing the bridge of his nose "What!? Why??? I didn't do anyzhing!"
"It's not what you did or didn't do, its what you are. You see that black club?"
"Yeah, so? What's so important about zhat? Just looks like a crummy worn club to me"
"It means he's a part of the Scav smashers, a local Valsalian tradition"
"Scav smasher? Like...like a yinglet hunter?"
"Sort of. The group started in Valsalia as a way to scare off stealing yinglet's from the marketplace. It quickly turned into something more. The Scav smashers eventually started killing yinglets and using the bodies like bounty to collect on. It didn't take long for the Scav smashers to start killing off innocent yinglets for quick coin. The merchants often pay the smashers regardless of the yinglet's innocence or not, one less scav, and all that. Viracoix has tried to disband or destroy the group multiple times but with varying success. All in all, every time one is taken down, another seems to take their place. It's a job for sleazy cowards trying to make a quick buck and unfortunately there will never be a shortage of those in this world." Ranted Vacar Cyrillah looks back over at the scav hunter, now bickering with those at the gambling table. She looks down at the club dangling from the man's waist. It looks different now than when she had first seen it. It now looked ominous and sinister to her, every crack and crevice on it at some point having tasted yinglet blood. Cyrillah shivered and stared down into her barely touched tankard of wine.
I wish I could've confidently stood up to him like you did, all I did was cower. I am no sellsword" said Cyrillah taking a couple licks of wine before shuddering again at the strong taste "You do have the confidence and fire of a sellsword inside you. Don't ever doubt yourself Cyrillah. The moment you doubt is the moment you lose. Your not a loser, you'll show your full confidence and might in time" said Vacar with an ere of assuredness "Mmmmm hhhhmmm" said Cyrillah sloppily as her head grows heavy and her vision fuzzy "Uhhhh...Lah-lah? Have you ever drank alcohol before?" Cyrillah simply laughs before sticking her head back into her tankard and taking as many gulps of wine she can before her vision fades to black. The morning light stabs through Cyrillah's eyes as she awakes to find herself in the middle of a forest with a campfire steadily burning beside her. Cyrillah rubs her aching head as the trees slowly spin above her.
Morning there, my little bar brawler" said Vacar walking up and dropping an armful of wood by the fire A light breeze catches through the trees as Cyrillah shivers. In this moment, as the wind glides over her fur, Cyrillah realizes that she's completely naked. Cyrillah about screams in panic as she quickly grabs at her pile of clothes next to her, covering herself. Vacar takes a small kettle off the fire and pours a cup of some herbal smelling liquid that he hands off to Cyrillah.
W-w-who took off all my clozhes?" said Cyrillah paying no attention to the hot cup in her hand "You really don't remember anything?" said Vacar drinking his own cup in one gulp Cyrillah shakes her head, "no"
"You took off your clothes after downing all of your mug. You hopped up on the main bar and yelled, 'Anybody wanna see some scav tits!" before peeling completely out of your clothes and binder and doing a bit of awkward dancing" said Vacar sitting down on the ground in front of Cyrillah, obviously eager to regale her with the actions of last night. Cyrillah began to cover her eyes as embarrassment flushes through her face and body, "No no no no no"
"After that little stunt you made your way over to the waitress and-"
"NOO!"
"You climbed up her skirt and fondled her breasts before finally trying to make out with the poor woman. She backhanded you so hard before running away screaming that I thought your neck had snapped" said Vacar with a deepening grin before pouring himself another herbal drink. Cyrillah rocked her head back and forth in her hands as she wordlessly screamed from the inside "Then that Scav smasher guy stood up and tried to egg you on with his club out." Cyrillah picks her head up out of her hands with new attention "You grabbed your long dagger as he tried to take a drunken swing at you but you dodged. You ran up to him and swung your blade up between his legs" Cyrillah eyes lit up, "You mean I slashed him in zhe dick?" Vacar nodded with pride, "Yup, and from the amount of blood and screaming that came out of that guy I assume you cleaved his boys square in two. He won't be patrolling Valsalia anytime soon and it seems you remembered my lessons about weak points quite well"
"And I am guessing zhat's when Ron zhrew us out and you carried my drunken ass to zhe woods to camp for zhe night" said Cyrillah slipping on her shirt "Yeah, more or less" said Vacar leaning back Cyrillah puts a hand over her eyes once more, "I still can't believe I made a scene like zhat. Everyone must've hated me"
"On the contrary, the crowd fucking loved it. Everyone cheered you on from the booths and tables the whole way. Also that scav smasher guy must not be too popular cause when you bladed him the crowd went nuts."
"Zhey cheered...for me?" said Cyrillah sitting up with glittering eyes Vacar nods, "Like a real, true fighter"
"But I only had zhat confidence because I was drunk, what kind of fighter is zhat?"
"The kind who needs time to flesh herself out and bring the overflowing confidence inside her to the surface. All that confidence was you, not the wine. Now drink that tea up before it gets cold. Shit's nasty when its cold but will kick a hangover faster than anything" said Vacar standing up and picking up his pack. Cyrillah quickly chugged the tea before getting the rest of her clothes and armor on. By the time Cyrillah had finished packing her travel pack, her hangover had completely disappeared. The two headed back out to the main road to continue their pathway north towards Valsalia. Vacar easily plods along, as Cyrillah seems to droop behind, still lagging from the exhaustion of the night before. Vacar slows down to Cyrillah's side, "You know...I know some brothels in Valsalia that wouldn't bat an eye at an yinglet patron"
"uh huh" mumbled Cyrillah sluggishly continuing along "...female or otherwise" Cyrillah stops still in the road as Vacar stops beside her, "You're serious?...Your not just yanking my chain like always?" Vacar places a hand on his heart, "I swear on the graves of all my ancestors" Cyrillah shifts uncomfortably, "Even if I wanted to, I don't have zhe kind of money for zhat"
"But I do" says Vacar completely still "Why are you willing to pay a prostitute for me? First zhe armor, now zhis? What are you getting at Vacar? Vacar takes a deep breath, "Is it so bad I want to do something nice for a student...for a friend. If your trying to find trickery in my actions then your going to be disappointed with what you actually find." A moment of silence passes between the two as the air smells heavy with sweet grasses "...No judgement?"
"Who's here to judge? You know little of the debauchery I've been involved with." said Vacar with a grin Cyrillah spaces out for a bit before letting out a long sigh, "Ok, let's do it, let's have some fun."
"That's the spirit" says Vacar beginning to walk down the road once again, soon surpassed by Cyrillah, eagerly sprinting as fast as she can down the long road to Valsalia. Passing through the gates of Valsalia, Cyrillah is overwhelmed by all the new sights, sounds and smells. The thick crowds of people, the condensation of buildings, the bark of people haggling in the marketplace, and the caustic smell of trash mixed with an open sewer. All of it made Cyrillah's head spin, most of all the mix of creatures in the streets. Cyrillah had lived amongst yinglets her whole life but never had she seen them living so close to humans or in such ratty condition. Most of them seemed underfed and desperate compared to her enclave back home. The yinglets here seemed to just disappear and become invisible inside the hustle of daily life. Even more interesting to her were the creatures she'd never seen before called baxxid. Vacar made a B-line to the marketplace, determined to fill all their supplies before night fell. The first stall Vacar had come to was staffed by a giant, ashen black, baxxid. As Vacar and the baxxid made small talk, Cyrillah couldn't help but stare at the hulking beast. Cyrillah squinted at the monster, trying to tell where its face began and where it ended. As Vacar finished his purchase and walked away to the next stall, the baxxid turned its massive head towards Cyrillah.
HhhhhhhNyes?" the baxxid rumbled Cyrillah jumps, "Oh!...Uh...sorry...I didn't mean to stare I-"
"HhhhhhNItssss ok, you wouldn't be the first oNne...and you won't be the lasssssst" said the baxxid sounding irritated "Come on Cyril! We ain't got all day and we got a lot to cover!" shouts Vacar waving from a couple stalls over Cyrillah rushes over to Vacar's side, happy to be away from the large snake-like beast. Cyrillah's mind fills with thoughts of her being easily skewered or eaten by the large, intimidating, creature.
Don't look so flustered my little warrior. The baxxid are perfectly harmless, even at your size. They're probably more afraid of you then you are of them." Says Vacar purchasing some fruit. Cyrillah looks back once more at the baxxid in the stall serenely spacing out into the market place. Cyrillah feels her stomach growl as she stands on her tip toes to look at the display of fruit. She reaches out to inspect a ripe pendel fruit before her hand is smacked away.
Ow!" Cyrillah exclaims as she rubs her sore hand "Keep your diseased mitts off my goods scav. I don't need no more dirty thieves hovering around my stall than I already got" said the merchant behind the stall "I wasn't going to steal it! I was looking at it you asshole!" says Cyrillah The merchant taps a sign in the middle of fruit display reading, "No scavs"
"I am not a goddamn scav! I am fucking squire!" spits out Cyrillah The merchant looks Cyrillah up and down sarcastically before letting out a tremendous baleful of laughter, "All you scavs are nothing but a bunch of thieves and plague carriers. You ain't foolin anyone with that getup yah fucking runt" Cyrillah steams as she jumps, grabbing a soft fruit off the table before hurling it at the merchant's face. The ripe fruit explodes, covering the merchant's entire head in sticky pulp. Cyrillah turns tail and quickly sprints off into the crowd laughing before the merchant has a chance to wipe the gunk from his blood red, mad as hell, face. Day rapidly turns to night as Vacar and Cyrillah finish their journey around the Valsalia marketplace. A visibly tired Cyrillah and a remarkably still energetic Vacar make their way to a remote corner of the city. Vacar leads Cyrillah through twists, turns and around all different odd corners to the point that Cyrillah is beginning to question whether Vacar even knows where he's going until...
We're heeerrree" says Vacar in a cheery tone "We're where? I don't see anyzhing" says Cyrillah wilted and annoyed Vacar grabs Cyrillah by the top of the head and turns her gaze towards a large building smack dab between a stretch of row houses, "The brothel my dear little compatriot, I thought you'd wouldn't be so quick to forget"
"Zhis is it?" says Cyrillah with a skeptical look "Don't judge a baxxid by the shape of its face lah-lah" says Vacar walking towards the door Vacar opens the door and waves for Cyrillah to come inside, "After you" Cyrillah feels a rush of anxiety flush through her chest as she stammers for a second. Vacar raises an eyebrow as Cyrillah takes a deep breath. She blows out the lungful of air as she composes herself before heading through the door and inside the brothel. The yinglet is immediately hit with the strong scent of incense and perfume as she looks around the main room. The large main room has a high-vaulted ceiling with see-through cloth of all different colors hanging down to the floor. Around the room are lounging areas filled with plush couches and tables with still smoldering biteleaf pipes. The walls are adorned with frescos of people in every imaginable sexual position. Past the main room is a long hallway with multiple corridors and rooms. Cyrillah looks away from the walls, beginning to feel her face becoming flustered.
Ahhhhh, didn't I tell your cheap, copper pinching, ass to never show your face here again?" Vacar and Cyrillah turn to see a professional looking woman in a large flowing robe painstakingly embroidered with intricate patterns. The staunch air of the woman immediately establishes her authority to everyone around her.
Phhffftt you wouldn't turn me away even if I had a single copper you money grubbing bitch" says Vacar playfully The woman slaps Vacar in the face before they both engage in a warm and friendly hug.
Oh Madam Luna, you are never gonna let me live down that time I tried to haggle are you?" says Vacar breaking off from the hug "Nope! Not until you or I are put into the dirt. Seriously Vacar, haggling on prostitutes? Tsk tsk. keep that shit in the market place and away from my girls" said Madam Luna with a flick of her ornate paper hand fan "Well, I think this time your going to be more than pleased. I assume this is enough to cover an overnight stay for two?" says Vacar pulling out a weighty bag of coins and plopping them into the madam's open hand. Madam Luna's eyes grow wide at the bag of coins, "Why yes, more than enough. But...you said for two? Who might I ask is the other?" Vacar takes a step aside and takes a bow towards Cyrillah, "This here is my squire and good friend Cyrillah. Am I correct in assuming that Madam Luna's doors are open enough to accommodate a young female yinglet?" Madam Luna's eyes grow even wider, "A female? A female yinglet?!"
"I know she doesn't look much of it-" says Vacar playfully as Cyrillah kicks him in the leg "-but she is a female and a queer one at that so two rooms and two women will suit us nicely" Says Vacar eagerly Madam Luna puts the coin bag under her robe a gives a slight curtsey to Cyrillah, "Me and my girls would be more than thrilled to give the two of you soldiers a warm and comfortable stay" Cyrillah could feel her heart flutter at Luna's warm acceptance of her and at being called a soldier. Madam Luna turns away from Vacar and Cyrillah and claps her hands loudly. A long row of women in different erotic clothing flows slowly into the main room. One by one they line up by height, standing still but relaxed. Madam Luna nods gently to Vacar, "You and your friend may now take your pick. I wish you both an enjoyable evening" Vacar bows slightly to Madam Luna, "The Madam never disappoints" Vacar walks up to the row of women, walking down the line until he reaches the tallest girl in the lineup. The woman is about six foot five and slender, with flawless dark skin, a gentle face, and long black hair worn up in a bundle. She wears an elegantly see-through robe showing a flat chest and toned body underneath. Vacar gets down on one knee and takes the woman's hand in his own. He kisses the ladies' hand and looks up into her face.
My fair lady, would you be so kind as to have me tonight?" says Vacar in a smooth voice Madam Luna lets out a huff of air while rolling her eyes. The tall woman takes the hand that Vacar is holding and brings his hand up to her lips, giving it a seductive kiss.
It would be my pleasure" she says as Vacar gets to his feet Vacar looks back and casts Cyrillah a wink as the tall woman leads him down the corridor and into one of the rooms.
Its your turn now little one, make your choice" says Madam Luna as she fans herself Cyrillah jumps slightly, her heart racing once more as a knot forms in her throat. The yinglet steps forward, as the air in the room seems to change. Cyrillah can feel all the eyes in the room on her, waiting to make her choice. She walks up and down the row a couple times feeling the eyes tunneling into the back of her head, beating in with deafing silence. Eventually, Cyrillah stops near the shorter end of the line, at a fiery red headed woman with a warm face. The woman has smooth white skin adorned with freckles along her face and exposed chest. She stands a little over 5ft5 and wears emerald clothing with a giant green corset pushing up her titanic breasts. Cyrillah instantly became mesmerized with the giants the moment she saw them, as they were the largest in the entire lineup. The yinglet awkwardly gets down on one knee, taking her helmet off and placing it over her chest as she bows.
My fair lady, would you be so kind as to have me tonight?" says Cyrillah trying to mimic Vacar's exact tone For a moment, silence fills the room as Cyrillah begins to fill with panic. She can feel her heartbeat in her forehead as the fear of rejection stabs icey needles into her spine. The red headed woman squats down and takes Cyrillah's free hand, gently running her thumb across the yinglet's fingers. Cyrillah looks up to see the woman's warm face smiling a genuine smile that instantly melts the yinglet's anxieties away. The woman kisses the back of Cyrillah's small hand, "My name is Anna, and it would be my pleasure to serve you" Cyrillah can hardly believe it, feeling like she's soaring on clouds as Anna helps her back to her feet. Cyrillah follows the women's lead as she guides the yinglet by the hand to one of the back rooms. Anna opens the door and ushers the flustered little yinglet inside. The room is beautifully elegant with the walls covered frescos of nature and warm lighting cast from surrounding candles. The far back center of the room is a queen sized stuffed bed with tall, artistically carved, banisters and see through light pink curtains. Aside from that, the room is bare except for a small mirror and porcelain washbasin. Cyrillah walks up to the mirror, taking off her helmet and staring at her reflection. It's the first time the yinglet had seen her appearance since leaving the enclave. So much had changed in such a short time as Cyrillah is taken aback by her more rugged and dirtied appearance. *"You ain't foolin anyone with that getup yah fucking runt!" Cyrillah nervously sighs, dropping her helmet on the ground as she tries to untie her leather chest piece.
Here, lemme help you with that" chimes Anna's cheery voice Cyrillah looks up as Anna squats down in front of the yinglet, "Hmm?"
"What kinda girl would I be if I didn't help a tired soldier out of their armor?" Anna said rhetorically with a smile as she unties Cyrillah's chest piece.
You don't have to keep up zhe act" says Cyrillah looking away from the woman, "I am no soldier and your not happy about fucking a yinglet"
"Hmmm, you look like a soldier to me. A pretty ballsy one at that." said Anna taking the armor off Cyrillah's arms Cyrillah looks at the woman with surprise, "Ballsy?"
"Yeah, ballsy. Any yinglet trying to punch their weight with the human soldiers is just about the ballsiest thing I can think of. It takes real courage and might to do something like that." Says Anna removing the last pieces of Cyrillah's armor and adding it to the pile on the floor. Cyrillah feels a sudden swell of pride, "Yeah, I guess it is pretty ballsy"
"Just remember to keep your pride in here" says Anna pointing to Cyrillah's heart, "Rather than here" she says pointing to Cyrillah's head, "having a big head will get you killed but having no head at all keeps you from making anything of yourself" Anna stands back up and takes one of Cyrillah's hands. Cyrillah looks at the reflection of her self, now standing in front of the mirror in her casual ratty clothes.
Gods, I am really out of place here aren't I?" says Cyrillah looking up at Anna "Not even by a long shot. We get all types in here. Guess it comes with the territory of being based In Valsalia. We've had baxxid and we've had yinglets." Said Anna thinking Cyrillah could feel a weight lift off her back.
Oh an to answer your earlier thing, I am not putting on an act. I genuinely enjoy serving as your company" says Anna slowly leading the yinglet to the bed "Really?" says Cyrillah still in disbelief Anna nods her head, "Mhhm, I love bringing pleasure to people, whether they be baxxid, yinglet, or queer. I just love providing love" Anna sits down on the edge of the bed as Cyrillah struggles to climb up. Anna reaches down and helps the yinglet up onto the bed. Cyrillah sits down on the edge of the bed next to Anna as she fidgets nervously with her fingers. A quiet air fills the room.
You've never been with a woman before have you?" says Anna in a calm tone Cyrillah feels her shoulders jump at the accusation, "N-no...no I haven't" Anna gently picks up one of Cyrillah's hands, running her fingers over the yinglet's smaller ones. Anna leans in and plants a soft kiss on the side of the yinglet's neck. Cyrillah feels a warmth travel through her neck and down to her crotch.
What's the first thing you ever fantasized doing with a woman?" says Anna in a low, seductive, whisper into Cyrillah's ear before continuing to plant slow kisses up and down the yinglet's neck "D-deep kissing. I always pictured myself as zhe knight saving zhe princess, j-just like in zhose cheap stories" said Cyrillah thinking back Anna scoots back to the pile of pillows on the bed and pulls Cyrillah close into her chest.
OO, how romantic. I think your already turning out to be one of my favorites" says Anna in an eager tone Cyrillah blushes, looking away from Anna's face, "I even plucked my shelltoozh yesterday for zhis but I understand if you don't want to kiss a-" Anna leans forward, turning Cyrillah's face to her own as she slides her tongue into the yinglet's mouth. Cyrillah is startled for a second but quickly melts in the woman's seductive grasp. Anna's fat tongue gently caresses Cyrillah's spindly one as the yinglet leans more into Anna's body, slowly rubbing herself against the woman, begging for more. Cyrillah's wiry tongue wraps around Anna's tongue, massaging it as it quests around the yinglet's mouth. Cyrillah unravels her tongue and slides her own deep into Anna's mouth as she moans with pleasure. After a couple more minutes of back and forth, Anna and Cyrillah pull apart as the yinglet's spindle tongue hangs loose from her mouth. Anna giggles as Cyrillah sucks her tongue back into her mouth before apologizing.
Sorry, zhat was a bit of a mess" says Cyrillah "Sorry? What for? That was the best damn kiss I've ever had. You yinglets can do wonders with those tongues" said Anna leaning back "You don't say" says Cyrillah rubbing her neck as she rolls her tongue around in her mouth "So...?"
"Hm?"
"What's the second thing you fantasized about?" says Anna rolling the tassels to her shirt through her fingers Cyrillah feels her heartbeat spike as she gets closer to Anna. She reaches out her arms and cups what little of Anna's ginormous breasts she can in her little hands. Cyrillah climbs up onto Anna lap and pecks kisses all across the exposed freckled cleavage. She dips her hands down into Anna's shirt and tries with all her might to lift the titanic beasts from their cloth prison. As much as she lifts and lifts, Anna cannot free Anna's breasts. Anna giggles before quickly undoing her corset and peeling off the emerald shirt. Cyrillah feels like she is going to faint at the beauty before her. As Anna flung her shirt to the floor, Cyrillah quickly went back to laying kisses on every square inch of the woman's breasts. She rubbed her face back and forth along them before making her way to Anna's nipples. Anna moans as the yinglet flicks her thin tongue all around both nipples, giving each the same amount of attention. Cyrillah spends a long time worshipping and ogling the beauties as finally her fantasies were coming true. After Cyrillah had her fill of breast she soon tugged at the skirt around Anna's waist. Anna smiled at the eager little creature, pulling her legs up and sliding out of her last article of clothing.
I think I am ready for my big, ballsy, soldier to finish me off" Anna purred as she opened her legs in front of Cyrillah Cyrillah's pupils turn to specks before diving head first between Anna's legs. The yinglet eagerly laps and sucks at Anna's clit as she rakes her nostrils through the woman's fiery red pubes.
Oh fuck...that tongue!" Anna says startled with pleasure Cyrillah looks up into Anna's face with eager eyes as she inserts her tiny fingers into the woman's wet entrance while picking up speed with her tongue.
Ooh, you are a hungry little one aren't you?" says Anna as she puts her hands on either side of Cyrillah's head Cyrillah flinches as the woman moves her hands up to each of Cyrillah's ears. The yinglet begins to have anxious flashbacks to all the times Vacar tugged or flicked her ears. Anna gently starts to rub and stroke Cyrillah's ears, running her fingers over the sensitive skin with expert like precision and grace. Cyrillah melts at the soothing touch, purring with pleasure against Anna's clit. Anna tilts her head back and moans as the vibrations from the yinglet's mouth hum along her crotch.
Your all full of surprises aren't you? Keep it up, I am almost there" says Anna looking back down at the little face peeking over her fiery mound. Cyrillah laps her tongue like a dog at Anna entrance a couple times before doubling down on Anna's clit with a renewed ferocity. The yinglet moves as fast as her little tongue and fingers can go as she begins to feel soreness in her arm and jaw. Anna lets out another gasp as her orgasm starts to come to a head.
Oh fuck! Yes! I am gonna cum! Gods!" says Anna as she bucks her hips over and over against Cyrillah's face As her orgasm fades, Anna lays her head back against the pillows, catching her breath. Cyrillah sits back from the satisfied woman in front of her as she licks Anna's juices from her mouth. The yinglet savors the scent and flavor of Anna in her mind as she quickly cleans off her fingers as well. Cyrillah can feel the warmth in her crotch grow even hotter.
Wew, little soldier. I am not gonna lie when I say that was the best licking I've had in quite some time. You really are an expert for someone with no experience" said Anna sitting up straight and giving Cyrillah a warm smile. Cyrillah blushes, startled, as she nervously rubs a hand up and down her left arm, "Well...I guess when you constantly fantasize about somezhing for years and years you kinda become an expert in your head...If zhat makes any sense..." Anna playfully gets on all fours, looking at the yinglet with seductive eyes, "Makes sense to me little soldier but how about we try to make those thoughts more than just fantasy. You've spent this whole time giving, how about receiving?" Cyrillah tenses and twiddles her fingers as the woman's face comes closer, "Are you sure?" Anna grabs Cyrillah by the front of the shirt and brings her into a deep kiss. The yinglet's muscles relax as she melts once more at the woman's expert tongue. Anna begins slowly massaging the yinglets small, firm breasts through her shirt as Cyrillah exhales a moan into the woman's mouth. Anna pulls back from the embrace for a moment as she pulls the yinglet's shirt over her head, tossing it onto the floor next to Cyrillah's armor. For a moment, Cyrillah flinches and covers her breasts with her hands before dropping them back at her sides.
Sorry, ever since I was little I've had to cover myself. Being zhis exposed in front someone just feels weird" says Cyrillah Anna leans in a lays a couple kisses on Cyrillah's shoulder and neck, "No one's here to judge. You're safe here." She whispers *You're safe here With those words Cyrillah feels the last of her anxieties wash away. Anna continues her kisses across the top of the yinglet's chest, eventually making her way down to the fur covered breasts. Cyrillah shivers with pleasure as Anna quickly finds the nipples with her tongue, ringing around the perky flesh as she gently massages the mounds with her hands. Cyrillah can hardly contain herself, biting down on one of her fingers as she moves a hand down towards her pants. The yinglet slides a hand down the front of her pants and begins to rub away at her hot, aching, entrance. Anna notices and gently grabs Cyrillah's hand by the wrist, bringing it up to both their faces. Cyrillah is about to apologize but before she can get a word out, Anna inserts Cyrillah's essence-soaked fingers into her mouth, seductively running her tongue around Cyrillah's pads and fingers. Anna sucks up every last drop of Cyrillah's essence off her fingers before pulling them out and licking her mouth with deep satisfaction.
You're cute and you taste sweet. Yeah, your definitely my favorite client" said Anna with a grin before laying some kisses on the yinglet's stomach Cyrillah could hardly take it anymore as she slowly thrusts her crotch with every seductive kiss. Anna giggles at the display of desperation, giving up on the kisses and going for Cyrillah's pants. Anna goes straight for a wet mark and begins rubbing her nose against the yinglet's crotch. Cyrillah whimpers in frustration as Anna begins licking against the wet spot on her pants. She unconsciously begins to thrust against the woman's face, bopping her nose with a face full of yinglet crotch. Anna giggles again, sitting up and rubbing her nose. Cyrillah was going to apologize but Anna quickly dives back between the yinglet's thin legs, pulling off the soldier's little pants with her teeth. Anna quickly goes to work, running her fingers up and down the yinglet's soft, but hot, crotch fluff. She locates the yinglet's slit and gently spreads Cyrillah's entrance open with her fingers. With no hesitation, Anna lays a couple kisses on it before running her tongue up and down the red-hot entrance. Cyrillah gasps in pleasure as she unconsciously puts her hands on Anna's head. She recoils her hands back for a second before Anna looks up at her with an "Its ok" look as she eagerly licks away at Cyrillah's warmth. Cyrillah smiles and puts her hands back on the woman's head as she slowly grinds in rhythm with Anna's expert tongue. As Cyrillah moans, running her small hands through the human's hair, Anna picks up speed, running her tongue along the inside of Cyrillah's walls. Cyrillah trembles and moans as her long-awaited orgasm finally comes to a head. With all her strength, Cyrillah makes one last thrust into the air as she pulls Anna's head flush against her crotch fluff.
Take it! Take my cum!" yells out Cyrillah, shaking with pleasure Cyrillah collapses, panting, back onto the bed as her orgasm fades off. The yinglet's head swims with pleasure, unable to imagine a more pleasurable orgasm in her life. She looks up to see Anna lying back against the pillows at the head of the bed.
You look tired little one, come here" says Anna as she pats her chest Cyrillah crawls across the bed and lies down on the woman's stomach, her head resting on the woman's pillowy breasts. Anna begins to hum a local tune about a brave soldier rescuing a fair maiden from bandits. Cyrillah suddenly feels tired and weary as the tune fills her mind with images of her past. She tries to close her eyes to get away from the thoughts but they only become more vivid in her mind's eye. Tears begin to flow from the little yinglet's eyes and down onto Anna's breasts. Anna wraps a gentle arm around the little creature while running the other hand through Cyrillah's head hair. The loving touch sooths Cyrillah's mind as the woman's peaceful humming carries her into the uncertain landscape of sleep. ou are a traveling yinglet, born and raised in the southern swamps, trained as a warrior, and tasked with traveling the northern regions and spreading your seed to keep the enclaves' populations diverse. You were selected for this very important task because you have the oh so amazing ability of not letting all the words in your head spill out of your mouth all the time; it's an ability you pride yourself on actually. Today you are in the city of Val Salia on orders from the matriarch from the local enclave, the female you are going to see is one Lady Kass of House Ivenmoth. You've met her once before when the matriarch tried to pair you together, but she was unwilling to copulate. From her words and body language, you could tell she felt conflicted over something, but what you can't guess. No matter though, you remember what the matriarch told you "I don't know what has happened to change her mind, so don't do anyzhing to ruin zhis opportunity." You are resolute in your ability to not screw this up, but still, as you gaze up at Ivenmoth's trade house built into the massive calcium deposit which looms over the entire city, you can't help but feel a bit nervous. As you make your way into the land mark, a human male wearing a green hat comes out to greet you "Oh, hello, you must be the brave soldier boy Vizlet picked out. My name is Ran Ste-Su G'Mindel, thank you so much for coming, I'll show you the way up." There's something about this human that rubs you the wrong way, maybe it's his gleeful tone, maybe it's because he sounds like he hasn't a care in the world, or maybe it's because he didn't even bother to ask your name. No matter, none of these thoughts escape to your mouth as he shows you to the lift. Your legs shake and almost give out on you as the lift ascends, you've never quite felt anything like the pit of your stomach trying to drop out on you before. As you're trying to process these new sensations, Ran begins talking again "You have no idea how much trouble we went through to get our little diplomat to agree to this meeting. She was just adamantly against it, it took days of intense negotiations before she finally consented to the logical points presented to her and generous terms I was able to offer. Though I suppose her stubbornness is her strength given what is often asked of her." You want to ask what was done to change her mind, but that sensation in your stomach comes to an abrupt halt as the lift stops and you nearly lose your footing again. Before you can even think to try asking again what stands before you as you step off of the lift is a massive not-human lady, because you know humans don't have horns, or claws, or sharp teeth like that, and human legs definitely don't bend that way, not unless they're broken, and hers look fine as far as you can tell. What's worse is she clearly looks upset as she begins to not-shout at Ran "I really don't think this is such a good idea, what if Kassie gets hurt or has another-" The human Ran puts a stop to her before she can really get going, like this is a regular occurance he's gotten used to "It's fine, Kass has already consented and said she's willing to go through with it. You just need to trust that Kass knows what she's doing and-" You zone out at this as the large not-human female has finally taken notice of you, her eyes are dead locked upon you with a mixture of anger, contempt, and possibly resentment. The lift isn't moving anymore, but it feels as if your stomach has dropped into a bottomless pit; despite whatever your warrior training has amounted to you still find that all you want to do is get behind something and hide confronted with the woman with knives for fingers, but you're trapped in a box with the only exit looking like a mountain made of death. Now you begin to feel worried. Ran takes notice of your predicament and gently taps the huge female on the shoulder to get her attention "Isher, I think you may be scarring our special guest." Like a switch her death glare disappears and is replaced with one of nervous worry, like a maid catching a vase she just knocked over or a human catching themselves after tripping as she clutches her hands together, "Oh, oh my goodness, I didn't mean to, I mean, it's just that Kass has already been through so much and-" Ran taps her gently on the shoulder again "Kass is free to back out if she wants to, no one is making her do this. Though it'd be a shame after all the work we've put in to make this happen..." What Ran said puts you a little at ease again, you're still not sure what this is all about, but there's still no chance to ask as Ran calls someone else over "Oh, Lopin, how about you show our guest to Kass' room?" Another yinglet, a male, a fancy male in blue, you feel your mood lighten significantly at the sight of another of your kind up here. Lopin walks over, he's a fancy one indeed doing a curtsy and walking in that fancy way to swing his hips "Oh, yes, yes, Lopin will show him zhe way." The large lady Isher looks like she wants to say more, but is being lead away by Ran. As you walk with Lopin you finally get a chance to ask "So, what was zhat all about?" Lopin slows down at first, losing some of his swagger stride before finally coming to a stop, the fancy boy is actually pausing to choose his words, that's not something you see everyday "Isher and lady Kass are so very close friends, she is just worried for lady Kass' well being is all."
"Well being?" you inquire. Lopin stops and rubs the back of his head "Lady Kass is so, so smart, and pretty, and kind, and... and wonderful," you notice that he's blushing as he says this "but she has been through so very much pain and suffering and horrible loss. She is not like Lopin or other yinglets, she does not like 'zhe process' as she calls it." as if sensing your confusion Lopin adds "Zhe fun times, Lopin means." You think on this, Lady Kass doesn't enjoy copulating. In all your travels you've received high praise from many of the females you've been with and taught many of the males in the enclaves you've visited that they mustn't focus on just feeling good themselves when with a female. Based on your life experience, the conclusion you come to is that the males of Val Salia are the pump and drop sort, something that is pretty common in most places since most males are only ever with other males so they only know what males like. Before you can think on this more you feel a tingle on the top of your head, like a moth buzzing your whiskers, you reach up to brush it away, but your hands are stopped by something much bigger than a moth, much much bigger. A voice sounds in your ear, "HellOO new LOOpin frieeeeend!" It feels like all the blood has drained out of your body as you stand there frozen with fear, too petrified to even yell for help. You muster all of your will power to turn your head and see what is behind you and come face to face with not two, but five eyes, attached to them are antenna and mandibles that are combing through your head tufts and ponytail. The thing's voice is harsh and loud "Kkkkkkkkk You are going to seee friend Kasssss? Special friend brought up to help friend Kass with important work, yesssss?" it is a massive insect, and it talks, and you are caught by it. You've seen what happens when bugs catch other bugs, and you are beginning to feel something resembling empathy now for all the insects you've eaten in your life. Your terror filled ordeal comes to a quick conclusion as you hear the sounds Lopin is making "Eeeeeee eh hehehehehehehe! Look at you, so so scared!" He's rolling on the floor on his back laughing "Lady Kass was right, is so very funny when it's not happening to Lopin! Eh hehehehehe!" But that doesn't change the fact that a massive talking bug still has its face pressed up against the back of your head, meticulously sifting through each strand of your hair. It feels like this will not end anytime soon, not until another human male comes by, a big strong handsome looking one, not scrawny like Ran was, but one who looks like he can lift things, big things.
I was wondering what all the laughing was." he says.
Look, lOOk, I have found new special Kass friend!" the thing behind you replies.
Yep, that's the new, uh, special friend Vizelt sent by." You can tell by the tone in his voice and his facial expression that he felt pained when he said 'special friend' like he would rather be punching a wall or himself in the face, or maybe you in the face.
So let's let him go to Kass so we can get this over with, Yannit." The bug creature Yannit finally releases your head and crawls up onto the human male, now that you're finally getting a good look at it you realize it is enormous, easily the size of an adult human, something like this could easily prey upon stray wayward yinglets without a second thought, you can only guess that it is... hugging him? "You are worried for friend Kassssss, do not be worried, if new friend is not friend to Kass I will crush his head, VERY." As the bug says this she raises a hand in the air and closes it instantly. You swallow hard, you realize now that Lady Kass lives in a tower of horrors inhabited by monsters, monsters loyal to her who will kill you if you fail at making her happy. This is your assumption anyway. Once again you are grateful that you know how to keep your thoughts from spilling out of your mouth or else you'd be a babbling idiot right now in front of lady Kass' entourage. You have finally arrived at the door to lady Kass' room, Lopin has shown himself away explaining "Lady Kass requested she be alone wizh you, she did not want anyone to be listening in." In your travels you've met some females who value privacy more than others, and you can respect that, though total privacy is more of a human thing as far as you can tell. Now standing before her door alone, you recall what lady Kass said to you the last time you spoke, you knock loudly and clearly announce yourself "Lady Kass, I have come as requested." From within the room you hear lady Kass answer "Fine, come in." in an extremely blunt tone. As you open the door you see her in full Ivenmoth red uniform sitting at a desk writing, she does not look happy. You are Kassen Akoll, yinglet diplomat of House Ivenmoth. Your life in a never ending nightmare of shame, self-loathing, and humiliation. Today is the long awaited day where the latest in a long line of humiliating and demeaning things will be done to you. The day where you will be getting bred, or finally fucked by life now in the literal sense of the word instead of just the metaphorical one. The list of demands you had for allowing this to happen were extensive and you remain resolute in wanting to hang onto what little remains of your dignity and pride as a former man, so you have opted to go into this clam sober. The male Vizlet decided to pair you up with has finally arrived, you met him once before, you decided to do this with him since he's a traveler and odds are you won't have to look at him too often after today and be reminded of what's about to happen. You bark at him "Well shut zhe door. I have some work to finish up first. Fekking Ran wanted me to record my zhoughts before zhis shitshow gets underway. So just wait zhere for a bit." You are the traveling yinglet, you do as Lady Kass tells you to do and shut the door, you decide it's best to just stay silent and try not to offend her in any way. You watch as she writes, though her snout is long, her ears are pointy, her shell tooth is longer than how most females keep theirs, and there's no trace of any reeds of beckoning in her outfit to indicate her intentions with you, you also take note that her tail fluff is ample and her unwavering focus on her work has you feeling entranced. There's something matriarchal about her, or maybe it's because the only serious females you've ever met have been matriarchs. You are Kass, you are writing down your thoughts because Ran is a fucking asshole. You conclude your pre-fucking report with "And now the scav is here. I hate this, I hate everything abut this. I hate how my body is reacting to him knowing what I'm going to be doing with him. I hate how I'm literally shaking with anticipation, I hate how my heart is pounding even faster than it normally does in this tiny body, I hate how my thoughts keep slipping into how handsome he is, I especially hate how my scav snatch is already getting moist." Kass shutters as he writes this "I hate you Ran, and as per part of the agreement if you ever talk to me about this I will have Elim kick you right in the balls. Kassen Akoll, the FUCKING SCAV BITCH OF IVENMOTH." Kass puts down the quill and sighs "OK, I'm done. Let's just get zhis over wizh."
"As you wish, lady Kass." The traveling yinglet gives a quick bow and begins to remove his clothes, though he wasn't wearing pants to begin with, Kass still hated that it felt like her heart was going to explode as the male suitor removed his cape and upper bindings revealing his manly chest in full and- NO, stupid scav brain. Kass thumps her head, when she opens her eyes the male is naked and ready, as in ERECT. Kass couldn't help but stare, it wasn't much like a human penis, more like the tip of a baxxid's tail. Though her brain told her body that it wasn't much, her body fed back to her brain burning desire. Kass could feel her loins burning, a sensation that deeply distributed her. Finally snapping out of it, Kass begins to remove her clothing, slowly and with much hesitation. First comes off the Ivenmoth colors with the snap of some buttons, simple, easy, if not for the shaking her body was doing making it take far more focus than it should. Under the red coat Kass' undergarments consisted of wrappings and a loin cloth. Though she didn't need to take them off to grant the male access, she found she was already undoing her chest wrapping without thinking about it after the ordeal with the buttons and only realized what she had done after the loin cloth was removed. The traveling male was finally getting a good look at Kass' body, he wasn't really sure what her profile looked like under the Ivenmoth colors before, but now he could tell for certain that her chest was ample and feminine, not the largest lady lumps he'd ever seen, but still above average. As Kass stood there cursing her hands for having done that, thoughts filled her head "I'm naked, alone, and with a total stranger with his dick out." Kass gritted her teeth as another hot flash shot up through her from her neither regions. Kass didn't want to turn around again, she didn't want to look at the instrument that would put another nail her masculinity's coffin. She finally managed to stammer out "S-so, how are we doing zhis?"
"How about on zhe bed? However you are comfortable, lady Kass." The traveling male watched as lady Kass walked over to the bed, she was tense, he could tell she was afraid, of what he did not know, only that it was his responsibility to ease those fears, whatever they might be. As Kass got on the bed, she did not face him, she stared straight ahead at the wall as she got down on all fours, her tail twitched and flipped up, sending shivers down the male's spine. The thoughts racing through Kass' mind as she knelt on the bed consisted of a panicked "Why!? Why did my stupid tail do that all on its own?!" She could feel the blood rushing to her face in a flush of new and unforeseen levels of embarrassment. Being naked, on all fours, in a mountable position was the most humiliating thing Kass had experienced yet in her short time as a yinglet. It felt like an eternity passed in this moment before she felt the weight of the bed shift and knew the male was poised to penetrate, the first sensation after that eternity nearly sent her jumping right into the wall before her.
Fuck, FUCK, this is happening." Kass thought as she could feel IT poking around her bottom. It didn't take him long to find the right spot, and when he did, it sent shock-waves through Kass' body, eye-crossing shock-waves just from that spot being touched. In a bid to keep her composure, Kass once again gritted her teeth as best she was able to in her yinglet body and clenched, as if it were some final form of defiance in the depths of what remained of her human psyche. Clenched though she was, it made little difference as her traitorous body had already provided ample lubrication. As the male's member slid in, Kass' eyes widened with a mix of shock and pleasure, her head went down and she clamped her jaw around the bed sheets to keep herself from making any sounds. The traveling male's thoughts were hazy, lady Kass was unbelievably tight and so very warm and she smelled good too. Though he was able to slide into her it felt like he would be pushed out the moment he stopped pushing in. This was unlike any of the other girls he had been with, it was no wonder lady Kass had never liked to copulate, most males would've been done with just three or four thrusts gripped in this. The traveling male regrouped his thoughts, this was no time for him to get lost in this unexpected sensation, he had to hold out, he had to make sure lady Kass enjoyed this, or else he would not only face the matriarch's wrath, but the ire of all of lady Kass' friends. He breathed in deep and steadied himself as he found a rhythm, a slow rhythm. As Kass lay there on the bed, head down, ass up, she could only think "I don't want to give into this, I don't want to fuck, fuck, fuck, fuck me!" Something was building up inside of her, a huge knotted up ball of pressure and pleasure; it terrified her, it terrified her of what would happen to her mind if that was released. The male had settled into a rhythm, though his dick didn't look all that big, it was reaching deep inside of her, scrapping against places she didn't even know she had, places she was too terrified to explore. Every new thrust made the pressure grow larger and larger, and every time he pulled away left her with a loss of fullness that was almost unbearable, like every nerve in her body was focused solely on this sensation. Kass thought desperately, "I need to think of something, something to keep myself from being swallowed by this. Something, the war, my country being decimated, on the run, everyone an enemy, Elim lying on the ground bleeding out, Elim bleeding out, Elim... Elim!" Kass felt something twitch from deep inside of himself, like the smallest amount of pressure possible escaped from the ever growing dense ball of pleasure forming at the base of his tail. Kass' thoughts went into another panic "No no no no no no! Something else, anything else! The time the thing transformed me, burning acid in my eyes! Remember when I had dysentery, the time I nearly shat myself to death! I only got through that because Elim was... urrrgh, Elim." The traveling male could tell lady Kass was getting close, he could feel her insides twitching around his dick, she was getting very close indeed. Remembering the look of anger Isher gave him, the dread he felt from Yannit's mandibles, the look of contempt the handsome human gave him stupid sexy human he pulled back and stopped for a moment as he readjusted his legs before slamming back in all at once, he was now on top of lady Kass, he wrapped his arms around her, resting his hands upon her lady lumps, and started humping as if his life depended on it, which it very well might've as far as he was concerned. Holding onto his feelings of dread he was able to keep himself from climaxing until finally he felt it, he felt lady Kass tighten, as if her whole body had turned to stone; her hands and feet dug into the bedding with enough force to rip into it. He had done it, he had made sure lady Kass experienced fun times, though now he was faced with another problem: lady Kass had become so tight he feared he would be unable to push back into her if he removed his cock from her, but he was so close, he could feel his own climax coming, he just needed a little more. Leaning in even closer to lady Kass he began massaging her chest, feeling her erect nipples through her fur, pinching them gently between his pads while blowing on her ear; he had learned from many different enclaves what different females enjoyed, a lot of that knowledge he found carried over from female-to-female even if they themselves weren't aware of how their bodies would react to it. It was all being cumulated here, a lifetime of experience. It was enough to cause another twitch, another spasm, not a full climax but enough to loosen up lady Kass enough for him to begin frantically humping again, this time he could feel it, he could feel his own climax coming, he finally let himself go with his mission already a success, he was finally able to let himself give into the pleasures of lady Kass' body and shot his seed deep inside of her, and when he did he felt her tighten again, even more so than the last time. As Kass lay there with a naked scav on top of her, still firmly rooted in place on his dick, she couldn't think, it was like being in a clam high. All of her thoughts were gone, there was just a massive ocean of pleasure crashing wave after wave on the shores of Kass' mind. That massive ball of pressure was gone, it exploded, it exploded twice over and took down everything with it. Minutes passed like this before Kass' mind started coming back to her, memories of seeing scavs humping the streets, humping with wild desperation as onlookers walked by in a hurry pulling children away from the sight, or hit them with brooms, or dumping water on them; that's what it must've looked like, what she had just engaged in. Though Kass' body continued to be engulfed in pleasure, it felt like she was throwing up inside of her soul as deep feelings of shame and disgust started to drift ashore on the beaches of her mind. As the traveling male lay on top of lady Kass in absolute ecstasy, he finally felt her stir under him and laid back on his tail to let her get out from under him. As she did so he felt his cock begin to slide out of her along with a final clench. He leaned his head back, he knew he did good, this was probably the single most blissful moment of his life and the best sex he had ever had with anyone, male or female. While still leaning back, eyes close, he managed to ask "So, how was zhat?" to which he received no answer. Finally coming down of his high enough, he opened his eyes only to see lady Kass wrapped in the bed sheet with her head pressed up against the wall, softly hitting it with her fist, her face completely wet as she sobbed uncontrollably. In an instant that bliss turned into fear, it was as if the back of the traveling male's head disappeared as his surroundings shattered into a thousand tiny pieces and fell away, leaving him in a dark void where only he and lady Kass existed. As his dick went limp and retracted back into its pocket, his mind was scattered with panicked thoughts "Zhe female is crying, why is she crying? Is she hurt? Did I hurt her?! What did I do? What did I do?! What should I do? Say somezhing, anyzhing!" Kass stood there cursing her body, it was as if another layer of her old identity had been peeled away and replaced with this fragile yinglet anatomy, only this time in her mind. Like trying to nurse a bruise that wasn't physical or even in her chest like all the emotional gut punches she'd been taking. Worst of all she knew she was crying, she knew she was being watched by the male scav while crying. This was degrading, almost as much as knowing that she had just willingly been fucked by him and LIKED IT. Even knowing all this, the tears weren't stopping. The traveling male finally finds his voice "I... I... Lady Kass, are you hurt?!" rushing to her side, she doesn't look at him, only whimpers out a "...no."
"What- what did I do?! What can I do, lady Kass?!" The traveling male reaches out a hand in some futile gesture of comfort, Kass turns and blindly waves him away. Snot bubbles have begun to form on lady Kass' face as she is still sobbing. Any other yinglet would probably be laughing his tail off at something so silly looking, but the traveling male was still gripped with panic, not about any consequence that he would face, but over whatever it was that he did so wrong to illicit such a reaction. Kass wipes her face with the bed sheet before speaking "You did what you came here to do. And zhere's nozhing else you can do. Zhis is my life now, getting fucked, crapping out eggs, zhat's all my life is going to be now. Writing up reports for zhat asshole Ran, doing whatever I can to help my friends with zhis weak body." Lady Kass blows her nose in her bed sheets again before wrapping them around herself as she slowly makes her way back over to her writing desk. Though she looks unstable as she walks while still coming down from the post-sex high, and the traveling male reaches out a hand as if to catch her when she stumbles nearly tripping on her sheets, she catches herself, not wanting or needing any help. She doesn't even bother getting dressed again as she takes a seat back in her chair and resumes writing. After a moment Lady Kass mumbles "I zhink we're done here. You are dismissed." The traveling male re-wraps his chest bindings and re-dons his cape, he feels numb, it's as if the world has come to a screaming halt. As he goes to leave he feels he should say something, but even his inner voices are quiet. All the females he has met embrace the sheltered life of the enclaves, they all enjoy being lavished with affection, they enjoy their positions as bringers of new life into the world and the copulation necessary for that to happen. His inner voices only bring him more questions "What must've happened to lady Kass to make her like zhis? How vast must the world be? How sheltered must my own life have been to not understand zhese zhings despite my travels?" As he opens the door to leave and looks back, lady Kass is still scribbling away, but with one hand on her snout as the tears continue. The traveling male finally musters up some parting words "Goodbye, lady Kass. I wish for you to find success in whatever it is you are seeking here." He pauses, hoping for something, some response, but the room is silent. While riding the lift back down the traveling male no longer feels any discomfort in his stomach, he still feels numb all over. He had been taken to the height of sexual pleasure and then dropped down to the worst he has ever emotionally felt in the span of less than an hour. He finds himself in the company of Ran again on the lift, and he's smiling, practically beaming, with his head held up and glancing down at the silent yinglet, as if expecting something from him before finally asking "So~, just between us, how did it go?" As the lift arrives at the ground floor, the traveling yinglet warrior has few words for Ran, specifically "You are an asshole, Ran Ste-Su G'Mindel." before departing Ivenmoth's trade house as a sheepishly disappointed Ran curiously watches him go. At the edge of the city the traveling male finds matriarch Vizelt waiting for him, she's holding a book, a book for recording the who-did-who for copulating which all matriarchs keep notes in. She stares at the traveling male, anticipating what he might say. All he gives is a curt nod and a "Yes." Vizelt opens the book "Zhat is surprising. Given by how you look, I would have assumed no."
"She was willing, it's what happened afterwards, matriarch. I zhink I need some time to re-zhink a lot of zhings." Vizlet closes her notebook "I am only beginning to know diplomat Kassen myself. I zhink, for now, it would be best if you didn't share any of today's events wizh anyone. Zhe fact zhat she let you in at all is proof zhat she is making strides, but... I am worried she is pushing herself too fast..." she pauses, deep in thought "I may need to call upon you again for zhis delicate matter."
"Yes, matriarch." the traveling male can only quietly contemplate the afternoon he just had. What does any of this mean? What can he do to be better next time if there even is a next time? Why does the thought of there being a next time at all alleviate some of the darkness consuming his thoughts and numbness gripping his body? He decides that all he knows is that he needs to know a lot more about everything if he wants to be capable for a next time. You are Poak, the Val Salian enclave's patriarch of food stuffs. All your life you've been called big, but you've never really thought of yourself as big, it was more that everyone else was just small. From the time you remember when everyone started being small their heads smaller than your feet small you thought to yourself all they need to do to stop being small is to eat more, like you. From that day on you've been doing your best to feed all the smaller yinglets around you. By doing this you've learned that food makes people happy, people being happy makes you happy, so you do your best to keep them all well fed. This attitude eventually landed you your position as patriarch of food stuffs, though not much has really changed since everyone had always been 'looking up' to you anyway. The only real difference is that you now get to have good times with the girls as well as the pretty boys. Being able to talk to the girls is nice, being able to give the girls food and make sure they eat well is nice. It makes you happy. Not long ago a new girl came to the enclave, a so, so very pretty girl named Kass. She's not very happy though, you think she needs to eat more, but you don't get to talk to her much since she lives with the Ivenmoths. You've been trying though, you asked her to dance with you and she said yes, you even shared the giant salt mussels that are so, so hard to find with her. This was the first time you saw lady Kass smile, the dress she wore was specially made for the dance she did with you! This makes you happy that she'd put so much thought into the time she chooses to spend with you. Lately lady Kass has been on your mind a lot, but today is different, today you get to visit lady Kass when Vizlet takes you with her to visit the Ivenmoths! And maybe have good times with her, please? You're actually trembling a little bit at the thought of it. As you exit the enclave your excitement does not go unnoticed. One of the enclave's guests, a wanderer from down south, approaches you. He says "Patriarch Poak, I see you are in good spirits today."
"Oh yes, yes!" you reply "Today ze matriarch and I are going to visit zhe Ivenmoffs! Zhis is zhe first time she has brought me along."
"House Ivenmozt?" he inquires "Are you perhaps going zhere to see lady Kass?" You blush a little and shuffle your feet, is it really that obvious? "Well, I'm hoping... zhe matriarch said zhat if all goes well zhen..."
"Patriarch, could I maybe talk to you a little about lady Kass?" he asks.
Oh, have you met her, Poro?" you inquire.
Yes, zhe matriarch paired us not too long ago."
"Oh, oh! So she is in ze middle of egg making? Zhen zhat means... we'll be..." you zone out a little bit thinking about the good times you might be having with lady Kass soon only to be brought back by Poro.
Honored patriarch, somezing bad happened to lady Kass." You snap back in worried surprise "Somezing bad a long time ago." you relax a little "I do not know what it was. She experiences good during fun times, but also bad at zhe same time. So please, patriarch, be very extra gentle with her." You pause at this, good but bad at the same time? It doesn't make sense to you. Like eating an oyster and then almost spiting it back up because one of those hard balls was in it? You don't get too much time to think on it as Viz-viz, uh, Matriarch Vizlet has arrived to collect you.
Poak, zhere you are. Come along. Witz me now." You like the matriarch, she treats you like a younglet sometimes she does this to almost everyone though, but that's OK since it's nice to not have to be 'looked up to' by everyone. The walk to the Ivenmoth's house is pretty easy for you, it's fun seeing all the humans doing human things and how they look at you with a mix of curiosity and sometimes awe you think. Vizlet has to grab your hand a few times to keep you from looking at all the foods up for sale at the markets. Humans are so different, they're able to eat things that you've tried to eat before only for them to come right back up. They put so much more time into mixing foods and making new ones. You like how baking bread smells even if you can't actually eat it. There are so many foods you've never gotten to try before in human markets, you'd love to be able to try them and share the good ones with the rest of the enclave.
Poak." the matriarch brings you out of your thoughts "We're almost zhere now." The Teeth are as big as ever, sitting tall over the city; you used to wonder what something with teeth this big would eat, but then someone told you they weren't actually teeth. Ivenmoth's trade house is big, you have no idea how the matriarch can remember her way around a place this big, but she visits the trade master often and on her own no less. As Vizlet leads you through the passageways you catch a whiff of something tasty smelling and follow your nose. You soon find yourself in a large kitchen where all sorts of foods you've never seen before are lined up on the shelves, all neatly labeled and brightly colored, some of them look like preserves, others are like powders, but you can't really smell any of them, no, that alluring aroma is coming from the eating area. As you turn the corner you see lady Kass sitting alone eating a bowl of oysters. Your heart begins to beat faster and you start to tremble a little, she's so pretty, and she's eating well, that's a relief. You are diplomat Kassen Akoll of House Ivenmoth. You are currently stuffing your face with slime meat in the hopes you'll be able to block out the irritating feeling of horniness you've been having since your last... diplomatic exchange. It's not really working, it's more like you just have two competing feel good sensations now, one in your gut and the other in your... unmentionables. On the upside the feel good sensation in your guts is helping you stop feeling nauseous when you think about the other sensations your body has been dumping on you lately. But on the downside, it's not doing anything to make the itchy, shifting, hot feeling under your seat go away. Vizlet told you there would be no going back once you get started and that she'll do all the breeding schedule work for you, but honestly, thinking about that makes you want to take a long walk off the top of a tall, narrow building. Sometime today you know Vizlet is coming by to see you and she's bringing the next dick you have to take with her. You down another oyster trying not to think about it, letting the flashing feel good colors dance across the insides of your eyelids, damn are these bitter things additive. When you open your eyes you see Paok sitting across from you at the table "Hello lady Kass, I'm so glad to see you eating well." The sight of the giant yinglet suddenly appearing in front of Kass sends her tumbling backwards out of her chair, she ALMOST spills her bowl of slime in the process.
Fekking shit, don't do zhat!" Kass pulls herself back up to the table where Poak was now standing up, arms out stretched as if he was trying to catch her. He stammers "Is lady Kass OK? I... I didn't mean to scare you." Kass snaps back "I'm fine." How the fuck is someone so big so damn quiet? Seeing the look of concern not diminishing from Poak's face, Kass adds "I just wasn't expecting to see you until later when Vizlet shows up, zhat's all."
"Oh, yes, I came here wizh ze matriarch. She's, uh..." Poak looks around as if just now realizing Vizlet is nowhere to be found "Well, I came here wizh her because, well, she said that you... and I would..." He's blushing now, and fidgeting in his seat with a hand on his snout, it was kind of cute, and Kass hated herself for letting that thought slip through since she could feel her heart skip a beat, a sensation she had come to dread as it signaled that her body was about to start getting ready. Kass could feel her hair begin to prickle and her neithers start to twitch. Damn this fucking scav sex drive. Kass exhaled in a sigh "Yeah, I get ya, I knew zhis was coming." Kass got up and grabbed her bowl of mollusk meat to go. Resigned, Kass gestured to the hallway saying "Come on, let's go to my room." Poak could hardly contain his excitement as he nearly leaped to his feet in anticipation, hurrying after lady Kass. Poak knew the Ivenmoth's house was big, but it was also busy. Lady Kass lead him through mostly deserted areas but he could still hear the hustle and bustle of trade from below.
Isn't it kind of scary living up here?" he thought aloud.
Eh, not really." Kass replied "My friends are all on za same floor as me, and I pretty much grew up in a trade house anyway, zhough not as big as zhis one, so zis is what I'm used to."
"Lady Kass grew up in a human trade house?" Poak thought back to when lady Kass introduced herself to the other patriarchs, she did say something about having been around humans her whole life, but this is more than he imagined.
So does zhat mean you've been able to try all sorts of foods from all across zhe lands, lady Kass?"
"I... guess?" Lady Kass shrugs "I mean, some of za stuff here in Val Salia comes in from zhe same places as it did from back up norzh." Poak continues to inquire "Where zhere any good tasting stuffs from up norzh zhat you can't get here? Maybe I could find zhem for you?" Kass says without thinking "I miss bread..." and froze up as soon as she said it.
Bread?" asked Poak puzzled "Zhat just comes right back up as soon as it goes down."
"L-look!" said Lady Kass taking a more authoritative tone hoping to cut into Poak's line of thought "Zhere are lots of different types of bread. Here in Val Salia bread is mostly made using kerm seed. Zhat means it has grains in it so you- we can't eat it! It's ze grains zhat make bread come back up for us." There was a glint in Poak's eyes now as he asked "So zhere are other types of bread zhat we CAN eat?" he was actually salivating a little. Kass was a bit taken aback by this reaction as she continued "Well, yeah, zhere's, uh... bug bread. It's bread made using insects zhat have been dried and powdered instead of using flour made from crops wizh grains. We used to see zhis powder come zhrough zee old trade house sometimes, it was popular in places where zhe crops couldn't be easily grown." Poak beamed in awe "I never would have zhought to use bugs zhat way... You are so very smart, lady Kass!" Kass started to blush "Y-yeah, I guess. Knock it off." though she snapped out of it almost immediately when she realized where they were now. Before Kass was now the door to her room. She closed her eyes and swallowed hard while trying not to think about how twitchy she was starting to feel or what she was about to do again. She pushed the door open and Poak followed closely after her. As Kass was busy making sure the door was locked and there were no holes drilled into the walls anywhere fuck you, Ran, Poak was having a look around.
So zhis is where lady Kass lives? It's big. You have your own bed, and a desk, and books!" as Poak continued to look around he spotted the dress lady Kass wore when they danced hanging on the wall "Oh, your dress!"
"Yeah." answered lady Kass from across the room "I still don't own a lot of clozh, so..."
"Maybe I could help you-" Poak stopped mid thought when he turned to look at her. Kass had already removed her Ivenmoth uniform and was setting it down on a chair "I don't want zhis getting dirty." Kass was now alone with Poak, alone with a male yinglet and almost naked, again. She could feel her heart racing, it was pounding in her ears. Her legs felt weak and she was shaking; she couldn't tell if it was from fear or excitement, she would rather it not be the latter though. Worst of all she could see IT; it started as a bulge under Poak's tunic working its way up until the ying cock extended its way out from under the hanging cloth of Poak's tunic. But then it just kept coming out, showing more and more of itself until the base of it was thicker than what Kass would be able to wrap a hand around. Shit, he was proportional. It's not like his dick was super long, it was just thick, like the rest of him. Poak snapped out of his gaze and realized lady Kass was shaking. His first assumption was it must be embarrassing for lady Kass to take her cloths off first, and so quickly started undoing the ties on his own tunic. While he was doing this Kass slowly got her loincloth off, she couldn't help but stare at Poak's protruding trunk. Her mind was a screaming mix of trying to make her body run out of the window and her body staying firmly rooted wanting to bend over and take it. While Poak was now naked, Kass was still struggling to bring herself to commit to this. Finally pulling her eyes away, she spotted the bowl of oysters she brought along. Quickly she grabbed one, threw her head back, and swallowed it. She breathed deep and fast, trying to mentally prepare herself "OK, let's do zhis." and with that the last of Kass' cloths were gone. As Kass walked over to Poak she wondered allowed "Is zhat even going to fit?" Some of the other girls and boys had also had some concern about Poak's size before, but once he got going they usually forgot about them, but Poak quickly remembered what Poro told him "be very extra gentle" and lowered himself onto the floor "Zhis way, ah, you can stop if it gets to be too much." Kass' eye twitched, the bottom to her well of shame had found a new low. It was one thing to get fucked by a yinglet, but now Kass found herself in a position where not only was she set to be impaled, she had to also lower herself onto the spear. Poak was just sitting there with a dopey hopeful look on his face, there was no malice, there was no smugness, there was not one trace of superiority, he was being completely earnest in thinking that it'd be to Kass' benefit if she was able to lower herself onto him. This filled Kass with a burning anger that went a little deeper: she was envious, envious that Poak was able to enjoy this, that he was able to just BE there without any nagging thoughts. No matter how hot Kass' anger burned, it was nothing compared to the raging fire that had been lit under her, she could practically feel the heat radiating off of the giant male specimen laying docile in front of her, it was doing all kinds of things to her. But being on top and in control like this, it felt... it actually felt a little bit empowering, like she still had some control. It didn't stop her from being mad about liking it though. Kass lowered herself slowly, the last thing she wanted to do was injure herself and that lingering fear was the final bit of hesitation she could muster. Same as the last time, when the ever awaited sensation of touch finally came, the feeling of something pressed up against her crotch, it sent shock waves up and down Kass' spine. But last time Kass was on all fours, this time she only had her legs to support herself and they were already having a hard time staying steady. Slowly, steadily, Kass lowered herself onto the constantly widening cone. To her surprise, and mental distress, she didn't feel any pain at all, just that overwhelming sensation of fullness. As she continued to slide further down, she could feel the opening to her scav snatch spreading wider and wider... and even wider, it was a totally new and unforeseen sensation which Kass had no point of reference for. It still didn't hurt and she was nearly at the base of the shaft. Kass thought "Just how freaking stretchy are yinglets? I guess this is still less thick than an egg..." as she thought this her focus finally slipped and her legs gave out, slamming the remaining girth as deep inside of her as it could go. Like throwing a log onto a fire and watching it pop and spark, Kass was fighting back multiple spasms of pleasure happening at once. As she sat there totally filled by Poak, she could feel his heart beating through his dick inside of her. It was beating like crazy, so fast and hard it felt like his dick was vibrating. Kass sat there in a mental no man's land trying not to black out from it until Poak broke her stalemate.
L-lady Kass? Ca-can I move now, p-please?" Poak was sucking on his lower lip, his eyes were dilated, he was focusing as hard as he could not to move, even his toes were clicking on the floor crazily as he resisted the urge to thrust. Kass was also fighting her own instincts to hump, but for totally different reasons. She managed a weak "Y-yeah..." Poak's thick arms instantly grabbed onto Kass' sides to support her as he began buckling his hips, pulling that massive girth Kass spent so much time getting into herself almost out of her instantly before slamming it back in over and over again. Each time Poak pulled out, he was not only pulling his hips back, but he was lifting Kass up with his arms. Why is he so big and strong? Why does that just do it for me? Kass was focusing the best she could on the ceiling to keep her thoughts in check as Poak bounced her on his dick like a wild tiplod that had been caught. A strange croaking sound occasionally made it past her lips as she suppressed any pleasured moans. Kass felt like she was going to black out, but she refused, she absolutely refused to let her mind slip like that because she knew if she did she'd moan loud enough for anyone on this part of the floor to hear. Poak finally stopped bouncing Kass, much to her confusion. As she looked down at her massive partner with a "Weh?" she found the room shifting: Poak had stood up. Quickly, and without thinking, Kass wrapped her legs around Poak to keep from falling, but Poak's strong arms held firm, he was supporting most of her weight with them. He was thrusting slower now, and though Poak wasn't really thinking much at all, the word "gentle" kept repeating in his mind. He needed to be more gentle. As he continued to push into Kass he started walking across the room, Kass grabbed Poak's arms instinctively to keep herself steady. This was an even stranger sensation since on top of being filled and emptied, the dick in her now was pushing on her front and back walls with each step he took until she felt something soft on her backside: Poak had placed her on her bed. Kass was now adamantly staring at the wall, the same wall as last time only now upside-down. As Poak had one hand on either side of her on the bed with his feet still on the floor, she had kept her arms on him to at least have some control over how close he was, but she was reaching her limit and so was he. Poak was thrusting even faster now, that girth was still finding new ways to stretch Kass out until finally the white hot eruption happened. Kass could feel it filling her, filling places even deeper than Poak's dick could reach, like having a belly full of hot soup on a cold day, it was weirdly comforting feeling. Kass was still clinging to the edge through all this, but she was getting tired and finally let her arms down, though as soon as she did Poak's upper body was right on top of her, covering her like a thick quilted blanket; he was huge, and hairy, and strong, and warm, and Kass couldn't stop herself from going over the edge any longer with this all consuming sensation of deeper fullness now surrounding her entire body. Somewhere in her brain she thought it was lucky Poak had laid down on top of her like this since now she could let it all out without worrying about being heard. As Kass' body tightened and twitched, her arms and legs wrapped around Poak's thick torso as she was finally able to let go into that ocean of bliss. All the fear, anxiety, shame, loss, everything just melted away into nothingness; this is what Kass feared the most about the whole process: learning to enjoy this, wanting to crave this, having her thoughts disappear. She could feel the waterworks about to start again, she really didn't want to be a sobbing wreck, but this was her life now. However, something took her out of her own thoughts before all that: a gentle feeling starting at the top of her head and ending at the base of her tail only to start all over again. It was comforting and familiar, what is this? When enough of Kass' mind started coming back to her, she realized Poak was petting her, just tenderly petting her; each pet was like a gentle wave in her mind. She hated to admit it, but she really liked this; it reminded her of how Elim- "Urgh." Kass tightened up again and held Poak like a vice with all five contact points; that one was more like a crashing wave. Kass decided she would rather try to enjoy the moment than contemplate the implications of that particular thought as she fell into a warm feel good state of comfy, like waking up early in a warm bed and being able to just drift back to sleep. Poak was in his own state of ecstasy, he wasn't really thinking about anything, he didn't have any real concerns to jerk his mind up, he was just enjoying the moment he was finally having with Lady Kass... but the word 'gentle' was still playing on repeat in his mind. When Poak finally pulled out and Kass finally broke out of her half dream-like state, all those terrible anxieties came right back to the surface for her. It was weirdly comforting in a way to know they were still there, like a confirmation she was still Kassen Akoll, but she still felt disgusted with herself. Another thing she noticed was how quickly her stretched out egg shoot popped back to normal.
Fucking scavs man, they really are stretchy." she thought. She could still feel the size of Poak's dick inside of her though. As Kass sat there with her tail wrapped around her, hands on her head, just trying to make sense of it all, Poak noticed and did the thing he'd been doing for as long as he could remember.
Lady Kass, you look so very pretty, but also so very sad. Would you like to finish your bowl of oysters now?" Poak still looked like a smiling dope, standing there, still naked, hair sticking out every which way, and most importantly holding out the bowl still half full of the slimy bitter nasty wonderful little narcotics. Kass took the bowl and downed it in one go "Mmmmmm." Here come the shakes, the biting skin feel good sensations "Zhanks, I needed zhat." When Kass opened the door to her room, now wearing her full Ivenmoth uniform again, she found Vizlet sitting by a wall reading a book. Kass began to inquire "Vizlet, what are you-" until her expression went from dull surprise to PURE RAGE upon realization. Vizlet replied "I heard NO-ZHING, I know NO-ZHING." while waving her hands trying to clam the mortified diplomat. Poak had exited the room as well "Oh, Viz-viz, zhere you are. I was just having good times with za diplomat lady Kass." Vizlet gave him the stink eye, for all the good it would do "Uh, honored matriarch, did you know zhat you can make bread wizh crushed up insect powder? Lady Kass told me zhat. She is so very smart!" Kass let out a soft chuckle "Heh. Hell of a guy to set me up with on my second time, Viz-viz." Vizlet just went limp with exasperation. A moment later she finally retorted "He is quite well endowed, isn't he?" Kass fired back "He's proportional is what he is. I feel like I'm going to be walking funny for the rest of za day after zhat diplomatic exchange."
"Hardly, zhat will subside in about an hour or two. You seem to be taking to zhis better zhan I zhought."
"Not really, I still feel like a sea of boiling rage, but I have a belly full of clams right now to take za edge off." Kass rubbed her belly "So I've got to find somezhing to keep me from wanting to die for two hours before zhis clam high runs out. Good to know." Poak didn't really get what the matriarch and lady Kass were talking about, but they both seemed in good spirits, so he was happy. Later, back at the enclave, Poak and Vizlet returned. Poro, the wandering warrior, had been waiting for them.
Patriarch Poak." he called out.
How was lady Kass? Is she doing well?"
"Oh yes, we had good times. I remembered what you said too. She seemed sad afterwards, but zhen I handed her a bowl of clams and she was happy, I zhink." Poro sighed in relief "Zhat's good to hear. I've been concerned for her since our last meeting. I wanted to at least talk whiz her again to see if zhere was anyzhing I could do for her."
"I like talking with her too. Lady Kass is very smart, she knows so many zhings I would never even zhink to zhink of." Poak is just sort of staring off into nothing "Oh, let me tell you about zhis zhing she told me about bread..." Vizlet made a mental note that, little by little, Kass was starting to help uplift her flock. High up in House Ivenmoth's HQ, the yinglet diplomat Kassen Akoll once again finds herself furiously scribbling away on a piece of parchment recording the often horrific and unsettling changes that have befallen her body. Her agitation is interrupted by a knock on her door from a familiar voice.
Hey Kass, you've been in here a while so I figured you must be hungry by now." It was Elim, Kass' closest and most trusted friend, he had come to check up on her. Kass put down her quill and stretched her arms "Yeah, food sounds good right now."
"Wonderful, would the fine lady care to sample so of this big, steamy, moist, delicious loaf?" Kass sat there wondering what she just heard "What zhe fuck did you just say, Elim? And you know damn well zhat I'm a fucking scav. I can't eat bread-" As Kass turned around to face her friend her eyes were met with a feast, not one of food, but of large tanned muscles covered only by a baker's apron and a dazzling smile like the cherry on top. What kind of sick joke is zhis, Elim? But the words that escaped her mouth were a sultry "Oh my, what sort of jest is zhis?"
"It is no jest, my darling." Said Elim as he strode ever closer. No, what zhe hell is happening? But again the words that escaped her mouth were "What might such a strapping man's intentions be wizh a fragile creature as myself?" Elim sat himself upon Kass' bed "I would never do anything to harm you, my dear Kass. For you see, I love you!" Kass felt her heart skip a beat at these words Wh-what are you saying?! I'm a fukken, scav! "But I am just a simple yinglet, barely more zhan an animal."
"Kass, how long have we been together? Surely you must know of my life as a farmer." What does zhat have to do with anyzhing? "Prey tell, for zhis simple yinglet may not have zhe ability to remember." Elim brought Kass in close, sitting her on his lap as he stroked her hair "I am well versed in the knowledge of..." he then leaned in closely and whispered in her ear "animal husbandry." I don't want to know where zhis is going.
Ee hee hee! A simple yinglet such as I would know nothing of zhis!" Elim was now running his big, strong hands down the front of Kass' Ivenmoth coat "Oh Kass, I will teach you if you would only allow me the pleasure." Zhis is too much for me.
So forward! As zhe yinglet diplomat, I must graciously accept zhis human knowledge." Elim slowly undid the buttons to Kass' coat and unbound her chest so her breasts could be free of their fabric encasement. His hands were hard and calloused from days of hard work, but also incredibly gentle and dexterous as his fingers caressed her chest while his thumbs dug into her back, massaging and loosing her tense muscles. Each hand was so much larger than Kass remembered as they were easily able to wrap around almost her entire torso. It was terrifying, but also thrilling that someone so much bigger and stronger than her would touch her like this. Her heart raced as Elim's fingers worked their way down her torso until they found and effortlessly removed her loincloth. As they continued to sift through her fur, they finally found what they were looking for, that hot, needy hole that ached for his attention. As Elim's hands settled their descent on either side, he began to move his fingers up and down across the opening until they were slick with the desires leaking out. Finally lubricated, one big finger entered Kass as she let out a gasp, then a second as she squirmed in pleasure, then a third and fourth; they were all so big! Elim then began to move them in and out, not all of them together, but in pairs. Every time a pair pulled out, another pair plunged back in so Kass was never left wanting. As Kass' head spun and her heart raced wildly she wanted to protest No, zhis can't be happening! Zhis isn't real! "Zhis simple yinglet cannot believe such a handsome, rugged Dinnish man could ever find her appealing!"
"Let me show you the proof of my love, lady Kass!" As Elim readjusted Kass on his lap, she could feel the bulge under his apron, she could feel his heart beating through his massive manhood. He shifted her again so it could spring forth and be revealed to her as she was slowly lowered upon it. AAAAHHHHH!!! "Eeeeeeee!" Kass' eyes shot open as she flung herself forward with enough force to find her head between her legs on the other end of her bed. She could feel her heart racing from that dream, everything about it was so vivid, it all felt too real. She looked at her arms and found them shaking, her whole body was trembling. As her gaze went lower she she noticed just how real it felt to her body since she was leaving a stain in her loincloth. Kass put her head in her hands and continued to shake in a mix of persistent arousal and disgust. Once the tremors had subsided, Kass realized it was still early, really early, the sun wasn't even up yet, but she had no intention of going back to bed, not after a dream like that. As she got out of bed she changed into a fresh set of underwear and threw on the Ivenmouth red coat on top of that. Odd as it was, the coat was somewhat comforting to her, like an extra layer on top of her psyche that helped her stay focused. Though looking at herself in the mirror, all she saw was a terrified, still slightly horny scav bitch in heat. She didn't know how she was going to look at Elim later after this. As she continued to stare into the mirror her face began contorting into a visage of rage and disgust. Minutes passed and Kass' face continued to twist into an image of pure malice, every line and curve on her furry face deep with hate as the shadow entrenched crevasses became ever longer. She was actually starting to feel impressed with how far her scav facial muscles could take this. It was almost like looking at a completely different, reptilian face; like she could begin spitting fire at any moment. Kass' staring contest into the depths of her battered soul was interrupted by a knock on her door as it creaked open slowly before Lopin peered in.
Umm, Mistress Kass? I saw zhat your light was on, are you awake?" Kass turned to face him, to see whatever it is he wanted, but Lopin's eyes widened in terror, his mouth agape with a knowing look that an apocalyptic avalanche of horrible words may soon be heaped upon him. Kass could barely get a "What-" out before Lopin twisted and squirmed on the spot falling to the floor as if his entire body had gone numb before finally shoving his head between his own legs and quickly slithering out of the room like an unwinding pretzel. Kass' draconian face will haunt his nightmares forever. Before he could get far, Kass called after him "Lopin, stop." As the terrified yinglet froze on the spot, Kass could see him shaking in place.
Lopin, turn around, I'm not mad at you. Zhat was about somezhing else." Lopin's legs gave out as he sat on the floor, nearly crying from relief.
Oh, come on, was my face really zhat scary?" Lopin could only nod silently as he began wiping away at his face. Later, over a bowl of clams, a much calmer Lopin sighs in relief "Lopin nearly died of fright seeing such a so, so scary face!" Kass meekly answers "Yeah, sorry about zhat."
"But what was Mistress Kass so upset about?" Kass thought about how to answer this, but they were already five bowls in and figured she might as well tell him as she downed another mollusk.
Yinglets feel zhings a lot more strongly zhan humans. I had a dream, and I really don't like how it made me feel."
"Oh..." Lopin seemed a bit skeptical of this, but then he perked up some more "Oh! Was it, um, was it about zhe matings?" Kass closed her eyes and sighed "Yeah... Ever since I had to start dealing wizh zhat, I feel so feking horny all zhe time now." Lopin fidgeted a bit before answering, "Ever since I came to Ivenmoth, zhere's no one who wants to hump wizh Lopin."
"Huh?"
"Before I came here, I never had problems finding someone who wants to hump. But now, even wizh my shell toof missing and all zhese so handsome humans around, it's so lonely sometimes."
"What does missing a shell toozh have to do wizh zhat?" Lopin looked kind of flustered being asked this "Some house yinglets, wizhout zheir shell toofs, zhey told me zhat zheir humans like zhe good suck. And not having zhat toof zhere makes it easy to do." Kass had heard rumors about this before, but she still didn't want to think about it as she downed another fist full of slime meat.
Not really what I meant."
"Well zhat's easy to fix, just ask Vizlet to send anozher-"
"Zhat's not zhe point, Lopin. It's like my brain doesn't think zhe way it used to and, and zhat fucking terrifies me. I don't want to be having dreams like zhat, especially not about Elim." As soon as Kass said this, she regretted it as Lopin perked up instantly "Oh, oh! But zhere's nozhing to feel bad about dreaming of someone so handsome!" Kass had never once consciously thought about Elim's appearance, but those muscles, that smile, everything from the dream was flooding back into her mind. Kass had seen Elim naked before, back from before everything went to super hell, maybe that's why the dream was so vivid? Because Elim is the easiest point of masculine reference? Lopin rambling on wasn't helping things.
He's so big and strong, and reliable, and handsome, and so, so nice to Lopin even zhough he doesn't have to be." Kass really didn't want to acknowledge it, but thinking of Elim was just doing things for her. She could feel her heart begin to beat faster and that spot between her legs heating up again, that persistent 'itch' returning in full force. Lopin's gushing was making this so much worse.
If Lopin had a best, bestest best friend like Elim, he could hump Lopin anytime." Kass decided "Fuck it." and grabbed Lopin behind the head "If you're going to keep running your mouzh zhen I'm going to put it to work in othzer ways." Before shoving Lopin's snout between her legs.
Now get licking, your matriarch demands zhis." Lopin looked up to Kass in stunned silence, just long enough for Kass to think "Maybe this was a mistake." before he put his tongue to work. It felt nothing like the dicks Kass had taken: it was much thinner and less filling, but it was so much farther reaching, and the way it was moving, spiraling around, touching all sides of her internal walls over and over again, was causing that oh so additive tingle to begin building up at the base of Kass' tail. Then Lopin reached even deeper in, that little barb at the end of his tongue found a spot Kass had never felt touched before sending shivers down her legs. Kass placed both hands on the back of Lopin's head to keep him that deep, with both of her feet gripping his shoulders for good measure. She could feel that sweet release coming, that building sensation, and for the first time in this body she felt willing to just embrace it. As Lopin was pulled in ever closer, his head started to feel dizzy, he was able to breath just fine through his nose, but it was right up against Kass; her scent was making his heart race. It was as if he was standing in a room with thousands of clams already opened. The heat radiating off of his mistress, the feel of her heart beating against his face and tongue, her gripping the back of his head as he licked ever deeper into her, unimpeded by a shell tooth. Lopin could feel his own crotch begin to ache and drip as he started to become erect. Kass could feel a big one coming as she arched her back using Lopin and the bed as support, that all consuming feel good, brain numbing blankness as her whole body went tense. But even after that, Lopin was still licking, that little barb still hitting all the right spots, Kass' eyes rolled up from the pleasure as another shock wave shot up her spine, she could feel it even in her teeth. And another, and another. Lopin was determined to keep licking until his new matriarch was satisfied, he didn't stop until her grip on him finally fell away and her tense body had gone limp. As Lopin pulled his snout away from Kass, he breathed heavily, looking deep into the opening in front of him. He stood up right, still staring at the womanhood before him, the first time he had ever actually seen one as she glistened with his drool and the proof of her enjoyment of his efforts. His dick was throbbing with how hard it was, his crotch was dripping, he really wanted someone to hump him hard and deep now. He finally broke his gaze to look at Kass' face, to ask if he did good, to get some sort of reassurance, but Kass was fast asleep already, her legs still spread, her mouth hanging open with a look Lopin had never seen upon her face before, one of pure bliss. Gone was the angry so scary dragon lady, no more was the stress and fearfulness that often lurked under her grumpy features, as if all the deep sadness had been washed away. Lopin's breathing became more ragged as he dropped to all fours, he couldn't get the image of Kass' face out of his mind, the most beautiful lady he had ever seen, a lady who he had just made make this face. His back arched, his hips shook, and he came hot, hard and fast right onto the floor. Without anyone humping him at all, he came. Lopin's head was still spinning from all the clams he had earlier, and from Kass, as he laid down on the floor and passed out. When Lopin woke up, he rubbed his eyes, shifting his head away from the beam of sunlight coming in through the window. As he stirred and brought himself up, he realized there was a sheet covering him. As he looked around Lady Kass' room, the events of the early morning came rushing back to him.
Oh, you're finally awake?" The voice of his matriarch called to him. Kass was sitting at her desk writing away as she often does. Lopin's face felt hot looking at her as he covered his head with the sheet before answering "Yes, Lopin is awake now."
"If anyone should be embarrassed, it's me you little ponce." There was no anger or resentment in Kass' voice. It was just her usual matter-of-fact tone, which reassured Lopin that he wasn't in any harm's way.
M-mistress Kass, did I do good?" Lopin managed to finally ask. Kass paused for a bit, setting her quill down and scratching her head before answering "Yeah, you did. I guess I really needed zhat, more zhan I zhought." Lopin smiled bashfully, he didn't often get praise from Kass and wanted to enjoy it a little, but Kass continued "I've still got a lot of work to do today, so if you're up, go do whatever it is you do when not around me." As Lopin was about to leave, Kass called out to him again "And Lopin, don't you DARE tell anyone about it. Not zhat prick, Ran, and especially not Elim. You hear me?" And just like that, Kass was back to her normal level of grumpiness.
Y-yes! Of course, mistress!" stammered Lopin.
And one more zhing." Kass wasn't done yet as Lopin braced himself for the normal tongue lashings "Zhanks, for... all of zhat." Lopin felt his heart skip a beat and his face light up as he quickly ducked out the door. In a haze, I started to wake. Eyes crusted over, I gave the brief attempt to open them. That was an awful mistake. The sun was pouring into the room from an opening. The light stung him fiercely. His head felt like the day after a nasty hangover. If it wasn't for the clogged nose and almost liquid filled feeling in his lungs he might think that. No, he was sick. Very sick. Where the hell am I? What happened? Last thing I remembered...was the pier on my back. It was pitch black. Cold. The rain pelted my face. Why was that? Think Richard! I wasn't feeling great that day, but a fisherman can't stop fishing. Because I wasn't thinking straight, I was slow to notice the change in weather. The storm blew in late afternoon. By the time I noticed, half the sky was being blotted out by black storm clouds. When I got back to the dock it had been raining for almost 2 hours. Even with a parka, the sea during a storm will find ways to get to you. When I pulled up to the pier, all the other boats were already tied up for the storm. I was the last one in. My sickness was getting worse. I was getting dizzy, it was hard to see. I somehow managed to secure my boat. Ah, that's when it happened. Pushing myself too far during the day and the storm getting the better of me, I passed out before getting to land. Groaning hoarsely, I tried to sit up. From another room I heard a feminine voice, "Ah, iz ze human up? Coming!" Barely making it to my elbow, I am pushed back into the mat I was resting on. It took me a second to realize it wasn't a human hand. It was small, padded. Blinking, I winced through the sunlight and looked at a scav. Of all the things to see waking up. Like all scavs, this one was about three foot tall. Mostly a blond fur with dark brown hair on her head actually pulled into a ponytail. It wore a one piece tan robe. It looked down at me with green eyes.
Lie back. You iz still very sick. I tend you." I hadn't noticed the wet cloth on my head. It was traded out for a cool one.
Can you eat? I got human food for you. It was hard, but sick ones need food to get better." It tilted it's head at me like a dog hearing a strange noise. I almost laughed, but it turned into a wheezing cough. The scav actually was doing it's best to pat my back with it's tiny hands. What in the world was going on? Once I caught my breath, I tried to speak.
I'm not really hungry right now. What happened? Where am I?" At this the scav frowned a bit.
I was near the wood planks near the water when I heard a thump. I looked on the top and zaw you. You wouldn't wake up. Zhere weren't any humans out, so I took you to zome shelter." Growing accustomed to the light, I stared at this scav. It had dragged me somewhere by itself while it was raining? Why in the world would it do that? "You what? You dragged me by yourself?" Looking around, it seemed to be a cliff side cave. Sure the pier I docked at was on the edge of the village, but the cliffs were almost half a mile away. It nodded to me.
Of course. I am by myself and you would be dead if I didn't." The scav looked to the side for a moment.
No more death." She looked back to me. It was indeed a female now that my eyes were working a bit better.
It was very hard, but you are in my cave. I got you dry. Your clothes are hanging still." She pointed to a clothesline with everything I had on me. Freaking out, I noticed I wasn't completely naked.
I made a quick covering for you." Even though it was a scav, I still started to blush. Already feeling exhausted, I laid back down. I looked to my savior.
I can't believe this." Swallowing from both a dried throat and and with the realization I was saved by a scav, I choked out, "I can't thank you enough." After another coughing fit, I looked over to see her handing me an old and dented tin cup. I tried to reach out my hand, but it was shaking too much. Lightly pushing my hand away, she came closer.
Sit up just a little. Drink." This wonderful creature held the cup to my lips as I swallowed several wonderful mouthfuls of clean water. I...should stop thinking of her as a scav. They have a name and she deserves to at least by called a yinglet. That made me realize I still didn't know her name. With my eyelids getting heavier, I made one last push to speak.
My name's Richard. Who are you?" As darkness closed in, she patted the cool cloth on my forehead.
Call me Xaea." I could almost hear the smile in her voice. Hours later I woke again. It was still daytime, but the shadows were long. Wiping the crust from my eyes, I started coughing again.
Coming!" I could hear Xaea coming from further in the cave. This time the cup of water was already near me. I started drinking when I saw her come into view. The little that I've seen of her, Xaea seemed to be one of the happy yinglets. They seemed to come in a variety. Always happy, spacey, selfish or the very rare serious one. Smiling brightly at me, she had another wet cloth in her hands. I let her switch them out. About to speak, I was beat by my stomach. Growling loudly, I was a bit embarrassed by the sheer volume. Xaea didn't mind, chuckling at the noise.
Hungry, yes? I got human food. It's cold, but should be good." She turned around to some shelves she had made out of the walls of the cave and actually had a slice of mince pie.
How did you get this?" Feeling a bit ashamed, I know how most humans treat yinglets. They weren't seen as smart. Most merchants didn't trade with them since yinglets rarely had any form of currency. Sometimes they might have something worth trading, but what was priceless to a yinglet was often seen a trash to a human.
I have some human coins. I gave some to zhe lady at zhe inn. She wasn't happy, but she still gave food. I'm very happy she did." Xaea even held her hands together in front of her. She did look joyful to get this food for me. She handed me the pie and I took a large bite. It was definitely cold, but being sick with an empty stomach, it felt so good to eat something filling. While eating I looked around the cave. The mat I was on seemed to be a pile of clothes thrown together. It was actually pretty comfortable, but it did look hastily made. Then I realized that she definitely didn't have this before she dragged me here. Not only did she save my life, dry my clothes, assemble a bedding my size but also got human food for me. It must have been a really good pie. My eyes started to mist up. Xaea looked startled.
Are you ok? You not getting sicker?" She placed her hand on my shoulder looking into my eyes worriedly. I hurriedly finished the pie and looked away, wiping my eyes.
No, no. I'm fine. It was just a really good pie." I turned back to her, trying to reassure her with a smile.
I'll pay you back, I swear."
"What? No. I take care of you. I do because I want." She leaned back, wringing her hands slightly. Now it was my turn to be worried.
Xaea? Are you alright?" She put on a forced smile and quickly moved away.
Yes, yes. I iz fine. Let me get more water." She grabbed the tin cup and went to a pitcher on the other side of the room to fill it up. When she came back and placed the cup near me, I gently grabbed her by the shoulders. She immediately froze.
It's alright. I won't hurt you. But I want you to tell me the truth. Are you ok?" While she had a forced smile on her face, I could see in her eyes she was panicking.
Yes, I am very ok." I held her for a bit more, continuing to look into her eyes. Tears starting to form. While forcing the smile, she starting weeping openly.
I just...I...I don't want to see more die." Her smile cracked and she started to hiccup. I felt awful. What have I done? Not knowing what to do, I hugged Xaea. I held the little yinglet to my chest hoping it would calm her. She froze again at first. After a few ragged gasps, she couldn't hold back the tears anymore. She grasped me as hard as she could with her spindly little arms.
Shh, I'm sorry. I didn't mean to hurt you." I lightly patted her on the back. Several long moments went by as Xaea cried her heart out on my shoulder. It broke my heart that this little yinglet that went through the enormous task of taking care of me was here weeping her soul out onto my chest. She finally started to calm down before she started to speak.
You did nothing bad Richard. I wanted to help. I still do. I have always helped." Trying to steady herself, she drew in another ragged breath. Once she was more collected, I let her go so she could sit next to me on the side of the cloth of the mattress pile. She cleared her eyes before she continued.
Zhough most yinglets that look after younglings are male, I choose to be a nurse as well. It was a great joy to me." She looked up while talking. I could easily see the fond memories she had while talking about her past.
Watching zhem first cut zheir eggs. Eating zheir first meal. Hatchlings are a treasure." She drifted off wistfully. Her lip started to quiver and I had to comfort her. I reached over and held her paw. She closed her eyes for a moment and then smiled to me.
Zhose were the best days of my life. But something went wrong." She closed her eyes again and shuddered. I lightly squeezed her paw trying to reassure her. Taking a deep breath, she continued.
The hatchlings started to die." Reliving the painful memories, tears started flowing again.
I don't know what was wrong. Zhe matriarch blamed me. I tried and tried, but I was thrown out." She closed her eyes again as she started softly sobbing again. I pulled her to my shoulder to comfort her. This poor, poor yinglet. The only thing she wanted was to take care of their young. What could have killed their hatchlings? "That's awful Xaea. I know you tried your best. With everything you've done for me, I know you would do everything you could to save the little ones." She looked up to me with wet, bright emerald eyes.
I would do anything for zhem." I had an idea. But I would need to be healthy to do it. For now, my job was to rest up and to take care of Xaea while she cared for me. The next day I was starting to feel much better. To my embarrassment, I woke up with Xaea curled up next to me. I just realized this must be all the bedding she has. Of course we would have to share. Forming a ring from head to tail next to me, she actually looked kind of cute. I shook my head a bit, trying not to make my headache flare up. I must be sicker than I thought. Xaea started to stir, waking from my movements. Stretching out completely with even her tail twitching as her muscles shook. She blinked a bit before looking at me.
Oh, mornings Richard. I have to go back to zhe inn for some more food. Maybe I can get something you want?" This dear yinglet, she was even willing to go back to town and deal with humans again and was willing to get food on request? How large is her heart? Thinking, my stomach started to growl again.
If you could, maybe a stew? If not I can just take bread and maybe some meat. Doesn't matter if it's bacon or just jerky." She smiled brightly at me.
Okie dokie! I be back fast as can be." Thinking quickly, I stopped Xaea before she got too far.
Wait a moment. I want to make sure you get a fair price. Can you hand me my purse?" Briefly I had an image in my mind that she had already emptied it as many yinglets don't have a good sense of ownership, but I stamped that down fast. Xaea wasn't like that. Sure enough, when she handed me my coin purse, everything was there. Taking out two silver coins and my personal seal, I handed them to Xaea.
This is more than enough for the food I asked for. If the lady at the inn gives you any problems, you show her that stamp" I said pointing to my seal, "and tell her that Richard Briars is sick and you are taking care of me. She won't want to believe it, but my seal and full name should convince her." Xaea blinked a couple of times.
Ok? I just gave her a couple of yellow coins last time, but I will do as you say." I groaned a bit knowing that she somehow had gold coins and was fleeced like a common scav.
I'll be back!" She waved cheerfully. I waved back as she headed out of the cave. Still feeling a bit tired, I laid back down. Though it must have been over an hour, I woke to Xaea patting my shoulder. She actually had a closed container in one hand and a wrapped package in the other.
I got many foods for you! Inn lady was much more happy this time. She gave bread, cheese and stew!" Xaea practically glowed she was grinning so wide. I couldn't help but smile back. She handed me back my seal and put the food down near me. Sure enough, in the container was stew that was still hot enough for steam to come off of it. There was a chunk of dark bread along with a wedge of yellow cheese. Not the most amazing fair, but a bit better than the few silver coins I gave her. It all smelled wonderful.
Xaea? Do you eat this kind of food?" She looked at me a bit puzzled.
Mmm, I zhink I might like the stew. Bread is hard to chew and I've never had cheese." Raising my eyebrows, I broke off a corner.
Here. Try some."
"But Richard, you are sick! You need the food!" She held her hands up with a worried look on her face. Rolling my eyes, forced the small corner of cheese into her hand.
With how much there is here, I will have enough to eat all day. I want you to have some. Please?" I looked at her with a pleading expression. Still not entirely convinced, she still reluctantly caved into my request. Sniffing it a bit at first, she held it to the side of her mouth to take a small bite. She still had some difficulty chewing it, but her face immediately lit up.
Iz good! Iz so tastey! Zhank you Richard!" She continued nibbling on the cheese I gave her. Smiling, I dug into my meal. The stew was a milky lamb. It was delicious. The bread was fairly fresh and the cheese was quite nice as well. I offered my stew to Xaea, but it seems like she prefers seafood and the taste of lamb wasn't great. I gave her some more cheese. She tried to act disinterested, but she hummed in pleasure while savoring the yellow nuggets. Seeing her happy made my chest feel pleasantly warm. Were yinglets just really misunderstood? The next day I was well enough to stand up a bit and move around, but not well enough to leave yet. I could finally get clothed, but I still got very dizzy. Though I was loathe to admit it, I didn't want to leave Xaea just yet. Even though she was just a yinglet, she was such pleasant company. She was honest, positive and so very expressive. It was hard to be around her and not smile. Soon, I would pay her back. While she was giving me a fresh cup of water, something came to mind.
Xaea? You mentioned how usually males were nurses in yinglet dens, right? Why is that?" Though she tried to hide it, her mouth twitched a bit though she still smiled.
Most females are too busy to spend zhe time it takes to raise younglings. But zince I love zhem so much I volunteered." Though I didn't want to hurt Xaea again, I felt like this wasn't the whole story.
Xaea?" She almost flinched and looked down.
You don't have to tell me. But I care about you." I startled myself by saying that, but realized it was true. I wanted to make sure that Xaea was happy. I was determined to do so.
I just want you to smile. When you are sad, so am I." Sighing, she looked back up to me.
I...I am no good. My eggs are no good." Cursing at myself, I reached out to her paws.
I'm so sorry. I didn't mean to be so rude. Can you forgive me for being so nosy?"
"Richard not nosy. Richard cares." Taking one of her paws from my hand, she laid it gently to the side of my face. I wasn't a young man. Almost 40 summers have I seen. Nearly 25 as a fisherman. Most of my life I've spent alone. My parents are aged and I rarely see them. But this gentle soul broke me. Staring into her caring eyes, even after admitting she was barren. I couldn't stop the tears. How was this woman robbed? What cruel fate not only robbed her of motherhood, but also of her job to take care of younglings. It wasn't fair! Looking into her soul, I started sobbing. It was her turn to hold me close. With my head over her shoulder, I wept like a baby.
Zhere, zhere. I am ok. I have my cave. And I have Richard, my friend." With Xaea saying out loud that she considered me a friend I held her even closer. I was too overwhelmed to do anything else. Through my ugly sobbing, I managed to force out a few words.
I'm so sorry. So, so sorry. Thank you Xaea. Thank you." After a few minutes of Xaea holding me tight, I finally managed to collect myself. She held me at arms length.
I swear Xaea, I will do everything I can to make you happy. This isn't right." I vowed to her. She tilted her head again.
Richard? Why? You did nozhing wrong. Why should you do anyzhing?" Even with misty eyes, I could finally smile.
Because I'm your friend." Gasping, she brought her paws to her face. Now it was her turn to tear up.
I'm your friend?"
"Of course. You are the nicest, kindest, most gentle yinglet I've met. I couldn't ask for a better friend." Flinging herself to my chest, she tried her best to wrap her arms around me. We held onto each other, finding comfort in each others embrace. A few days later, I was finally healthy and had a chance to get back to my house and get a fresh change of clothes. I told Xaea to meet me at the path to the local yinglet den. She wanted to protest, but I insisted. Reluctantly she agreed. Seeing her in her normal tan robe, I waved.
Hey there Xaea. I'm glad you could come." She waved, though she looked apprehensive.
Richard will tell me why we are here? Matriarch doesn't want Xaea in the den." I frowned. I wasn't going to let my friend suffer this injustice anymore.
I'm going to fix whatever is wrong here and clear your name." She looked startled.
No! You can't do zhat! I would be exiled!" I looked down at her. I placed my hand on her shoulder. Xaea. My friend.
Not only can I do it, I have to. Trust me." She still looked worried.
Ok. I will try and trust Richard. I will trust my friend." I tried to give her a confident smile as we went to the den. There were guards outside.
Halt. Why iz a human here? And what iz Xaea doing here? You not allowed in den!" Frowning, I looked at the guards and their primitive weapons.
I came to talk to your Matriarch." All three yinglets gasped out loud, Xaea included.
Richard!" I looked back to her.
Trust me, remember?"
"Why should we listen to a human?" The guards bristled at me.
I might be able to help stop more younglings from dying." Once again they gasped.
You know how?!" The guards looked at me suspiciously, but they couldn't hide their hope.
I need to get inside to know for certain. That is why I have to talk to your Matriarch." The guards looked to each other and nodded. The guard on the left dashed back inside.
Just a moment. He iz telling zhe Matriarch now." I turned to grin at Xaea to see her staring at me in wonderment. I hope I was right about this. The guard that left came rushing back out.
She wants to see you now." The guards actually grabbed my pants and started to drag me in. Unfortunately, yinglet dens aren't made for humans. Most entrances I had to crawl through on my knees. I wasn't a tall man, just under six foot, but the doorways were rarely taller than four foot high. After going through several winding tunnels, we arrived in the Matriarchs room. There were lit candles around and the room was decorated with silk cloths and tapestries on the walls and floor. Sitting on a pile of pillows was the Matriarch herself. A rich chocolate brown coat, she was decorated with jewelry and colorful clothing. She actually looked like royalty. I never would have expected this from yinglets. She looked at me suspiciously.
My guards tell me you can stop our young from dying? How can zhis be?" Steeling myself, this would be the hard part. Convincing the Matriarch to let a human into the depths of her den.
I have a feeling that something is wrong with the rooms that house your younglings. But I have to go there to find the problem." She hissed at hearing this.
You zhink I will just let some random human come into my den and trample over everyzhing?!" I was about to plead my case when I was surprised. Xaea walked next to me and I could see the Matriarch squint in displeasure.
Matriarch, please. Richard iz smart and kind. He wants to help! I know he can do zhis. I trust him." I smile at her willingness to back me up.
Silence! Hatchling killer! You dare speak to me?!" The Matriarch stood, enraged. She wasn't the only one. Feeling furious myself, I stood as tall as I could with the low ceiling. How dare she speak to my friend like that? How dare this scav call Xaea such a horrible name! "How dare she? Listen here." The guards in the room immediately surrounded me and held their weapons to me, ready to restrain me and follow whatever orders the Matriarch gave.
This poor woman would never harm a single youngling. Ever. I would fight every guard you have to prove it if I must." Some of the weapons started to poke into my side.
But that isn't the most important issue, now is it? I came here to make sure no more younglings die. Please," I said, coming to a knee in front of the Matriarch "let me search the nursery. The sooner I do, the sooner we can prevent more deaths." Frowning deeply, the Matriarch stared at me. For almost a full minute, the room was silent except for the nervous rattling of the guards' weapons.
Fine. But, if any harm should come to our younglings or we find out you were lying I will tell the Mayor and have you banished. Xaea will be banished if you fail as well. Now hurry, human." she said with vitriol before sitting back down. I nodded my head before turning to the guards near the door.
Lead on." Poor Xaea was trembling like a leaf. I have to stay strong. I can do this. We were lead to the hatchery. There were almost a dozen eggs planted into small nests around the room. Just as I suspected, it was a bit cool in here. I looked to Xaea who was still shaken.
Shouldn't it be warmer in here? Eggs usually should be kept warm, right?" It took her a moment to snap out of her fear, but she nodded to me.
Yes, it is a bit cold. But it has been like zhis for a couple of years. Ever since..." A look of slow realization dawned on her face. With the realization came a creeping horror. I quickly knelt down to her, holding her close. The poor thing was shaking again.
It's not your fault Xaea. You did everything you could. You are still young, how were you supposed to know?" It took a few minutes to calm her down.
Don't worry, I'll find it and it will get fixed. Trust me." She drew in a shuddering breath and nodded into my chest. Looking around, I tried to find the problem. The floor seemed intact. There was only one small window opening to the outside. But that was always there and wasn't a major source of wind. I put the tip of my finger in my mouth to moisten it and feel for a breeze. Being careful not to step near any eggs, I made my way slowly around the room. There! It was hard to see, but part of the ceiling had cracked and shifted. It was almost impossible to see from a low angle. I could only really see it clearly by having my face almost level with the ceiling. It was an almost five foot long crevice almost an inch wide that seemed to let air in from the top of the den. Considering this was a coastal village, the winds were fairly constant. Sighing to myself, I was glad my confidence wasn't misplaced. I motioned to a guard.
See this crack?" I pointed to it. Even with my finger on it, it still blended in with the rock of the den roof. He finally saw it and nodded his head.
That's the problem. The roof cracked and is letting outside air in. That is making it so the eggs can't stay warm. Fix the roof and you fixed your problems." The guards looked back and forth dumbly.
Zat's it? Just fix roof and younglings live?" Smiling, I said "Yep, that's the problem. Lets tell the Matriarch. I'm sure she'll be eager to hear this." The guards eagerly started shuffling me back to the Matriarchs room. I got a tug on my sleeve and looked down to Xaea.
That was zhe problem? Wind? So no more younglings will die?" She looked up to me with tears in her eyes. I held her close as we walked the halls of the den.
That was the problem. No more deaths. Just like you wanted." I tried to grin confidently to her. She was so overcome that she couldn't walk and started sobbing. I picked her up and brought her with us, letting he hold onto my shirt tightly. Back in the Matriarch's room, one of the guards just finished whispering to her. She looked at me in shock.
The roof was broke? The hatchery was too cold?" I nodded to her, still holding Xaea.
This must be fixed now!" She pointed to a guard by the door.
Get someone to fix it! Now go!" The guard scurried off to follow her orders. The Matriarch seemed to collapse back into herself onto her pile of pillows. Like a huge weight had been lifted from her shoulders.
Human. Richard? We owe you. Is there anyzhing my den can offer for saving our young?" Finally, this was what I had been waiting for. Setting down Xaea, I smiled to the Matriarch.
There is only one thing I want." I looked down to my friend and put my hand on her shoulder.
Clear Xaea's name and let her back to tend to the young. It's all she ever wanted." Everyone in the room seemed to look at me in shock. The Matriarch was the first to compose herself.
You did zhis...for a yinglet? For one of our own? You don't want anyzhing for yourself?" She looked shocked.
No Matriarch. I did this for my friend. It's the least I can do for her saving my life." I again smiled to Xaea who was at a loss for words. Too overcome with emotions, she fell to her knees clutching my leg. I kneeled down to put my arm around her shoulders. The Matriarch shook her head.
You would give everything we can give just to see Xaea happy? So be it." We both looked up to the Matriarch.
Xaea is no longer to be called a hatchling killer. She is to be head nurse!" Xaea gasped at this.
And you, Richard. If there is nothing I can give, you are now a den member. You are allowed into our den like one of my own yinglets. If you ever can use our help, the den will be there for you." At this, everyone in the room had wide eyes.
You honor me, Matriarch. I only wanted to save the younglings and help my friend. Anything else is a pleasant extra." This went better than I ever could have expected.
The den is in your debt. Again, thank you." The Matriarch inclined her head to me before dismissing us. Seeing the state that Xaea was in, I decided to take her back to my home to give her a chance to compose herself. The trip back was quiet. Though we did receive quite a few stares. It isn't often you see a human carrying a yinglet in their arms being grasped around the neck. Back in my small house, I waited for her to calm down as I sat down on the edge of my bed. Finally, she leaned back to look at me.
You saved me. You gave me my life back. I can raise younglings again. I had given up." She tries to choke back more tears.
I told you. You saved my life first. You are my friend. What happened to you wasn't your fault. Fixing that was the least I could do. I owed you at least that much." I couldn't resist as I put my forehead to hers, holding her close.
Anytime you need help, I will be there." Blinking up to me, she asked quietly.
Anytime?" Not realizing the depth of the question, I answered clearly, "Anytime." She squealed and tried her best to squeeze my neck with all her might. Startled, I wondered if it meant that much to her.
My mate!", she said loudly, nuzzling into my neck. Oh. OH! That's what I agreed to. After the initial shock at the misunderstanding, I took a moment to think. With my lifestyle, I had never gotten around to finding a woman to settle down with. At my age, not many would look at me regardless. I had basically resigned myself to being a solitary life. And as bizarre as it sounded, I couldn't bring myself to pull Xaea away from me. She was a delight to be around and I couldn't really ask for someone more devoted. Holding her tight, "Do you really want me as a mate? I'm a human. I'm also a fisherman, so I spend long hours on my boat in the bay. I don't make much money and I can't promise you much. Is that ok with you?" I can't believe I was even considering this. She let me go and sat in my lap.
You don't see me as a scav. You see me as me. I will spend much hours in the hatchery. So fishing is fine. Yinglets really love seafood." She chuckled, giving me a wink making my heart flutter.
As long as Richard is Richard, I want to stay with you." She looked at me with doe eyes. How could I refuse? Giving an exaggerated sigh, I gave in.
You got me Xaea. I would love to be your mate." Again with the squeal and the attempted strangling of my neck. But at this point, I couldn't be happier.
Oh! I can stay over with you today, zhat would be like, zha best!" Bright exclaimed as he looked up at the older human he had been working with. The Yinglet would normally be doing his best to work his way through the crowds on deliveries, but on a slow day he got to assist their resident tech scavenger and IT guy. Apparently even little yinglet hands could be useful now and then. And it always felt good to give such a handsome human help and be useful. Others might say he's too fat and hairy to be handsome, but Bright knew better. The smart and handsome human would even save the little scav from trying to hustle somewhere to sleep tonight. John peered down at the excitement Bright had been asked if he wanted to spend the night at his place. Of course, he knew yings tended to flirt with everything, but even a big fatty like him? Well, it wasn't quite flirting as faintly teasing, but Bright was a cutie with his sunny yellow and orange coloration. Perhaps a little goofy with his shaggy mane, and the stil-trat look wasn't for everyone. But Bright was surprisingly cool under pressure and always a helpful pair of hands and/or feet. He had to resist ruffling and petting the little yinglet while he gazed back in awe, he wasn't a pet after all.
I know you kinda get the bottom end of everything here, despite all the work you do. I figure, hey, how much space can a ying need, ya know, and it's gotta be better than how much you spend scavvi... er, hunting down a place to sleep for the night." John added, trying to not be a little offensive with referring to his friend as a scav.
Wehheh... weh..wait, uh, you mean, uh, stay, stay with you?" Bright's eyes got all bigger yet, and John couldn't help but almost feel sad at how watery those yellow eyes got.
You'd let me stay stay with you even?"
"I've heard you rightfully grumble how hard it is to get a place if you're not in any enclave, and we work together anyways, so uh, yeah, why not. I don't have much space but it'll be something more permanent," the human added. He caught himself reaching out to pet the overcome little yinglet before him.
Oh, zhank you zhank you... and if you want do feel free to pet my mane. I see you reaching out for it, and it really is soft, not wiry like people say we are," Bright folded his ears back as he shyly tapped fingers together. The human chuckling and reaching out to give the yinglet a pet on his big fluffy mane. It certainly wasn't a lie, the lush blonde fluff on the yinglet's head and neck was very soft. The yinglet pressed in with a small chirp and cat-like bump only encouraged the human's urge to pet him more. John took a little peek around the empty shop, before sneaking a little scritch under the yinglet's chin and smiling at the cute noises he got in return.
It's kinda sad how many people get grumpy when we hang out with non humans, really," John mused as the smaller yinglet nodded along.
Well, I'll try to not yingcling too much ya know, I've heard all zhat gossip about scav lovers before." Bright added as he got back to the job at hand. Helping out John was even better now that he would go home with him. Maybe things are starting to look up. It certainly made the day go by quicker, in a weird, anxious manner. Bright found himself in a daze while digging through computer parts, trying to not constantly peek at his human friend. But on the other hand the drudgery of the work wasn't weighed down by that floating worry of where he'd find somewhere to sleep. That last hour on the other hand was tedium and terror all at once. Bright found his thoughts racing, and considered asking if he could take the offer back. But, well, a bed is a bed. And sharing a room with a human, how could he turn that down. He worried that he would become a fuzzy little mill stone for his friend.
Well then, ready to get your stuff, I can help carry anything if you need," John asked, as he packed up the gear they had been working on for the day. Bright nodding along "I don't zhink I'll need much help really, zhough." Bright couldn't help but peek around before opening his locker. He was always a touch secretive about the small storage space. It was one of the only places he could really claim as his. Not that he had much to store. Really, he was more paranoid because he had loosely set up a hammock inside as a last ditch crash spot for sleeping. Even if curling oneself into nearly a ball and needing arms and legs positioned just right didn't exactly make it comfy,, it certainly was safer than any other option in a pinch.
Is that a hammock, well, I suppose you won't need to worry bout that now. But, kinda, I am impressed even you can fit in one of these lockers, they're not exactly roomy." John added. He knew yinglets could be flexible, but this was another thing entirely.
Hmm, wonder if you could setup capsule hotels for yings, maybe make this a little bigger."
"Let's uh, let's just say I wouldn't burrow in zhere unless I felt it was necessary," Bright said, "most would prefer somezhing a little less, confining."
"Ah, well, we'll be sure to get you plenty of space, at least as much as I have available. It's certainly bigger than this locker at least." John smiled down to the little yinglet as he got his hammock out, along with the small amount of items stashed away.
I could help carry some of that if you'd like, I think most will fit into my bag." The overburdened yinglet flushed at the offer, "but you're doin' so much already, what will I do to help ya back."
"Don't worry about it, I'm sure we'll find plenty of things to do together in time." Bright flicked his big ears nervously and fidgeted, even as he watched his big hammock for a yinglet easily be lifted by the tubby human he was with. John just smiled down to the flustered but less burdened yinglet, "Don't worry, we got this. We can just give it a try and see how it goes, eh? Shall we get going?" Once they started walking, the yinglet could do little more than concentrate on keeping up at this point. Yinglets may have those long stilt legs, but when you're following someone whose legs are nearly as tall as you are it can be quite a feat.
Don't worry, I actually live pretty close. Here, let me slow down a bit too, I don't want to leave you alone out here," John said as he relaxed his pace. Neither really wanted to loiter out on the street. Even if this neighborhood wasn't that bad for all things considered.
I'll be sure to get you an access card programmed up once we get in, so don't worry about that. You'll be free to come and go at your pleasure."
"Well, I don't exactly know how much I'd be going, we yinglets tend to be kinda inclusive and hide out most of the time."
"Well, let's get you a nice new nest set up then!" John added as he helped the yinglet up the steps. The old apartment was worn, but unlike many it seemed more taken care of than dilapidated. Bright felt it was certainly a step above most yinglet enclaves he'd seen.
OK, here we are, I can't say it's the most comfy place, but it's a home," John said as he opened the left of two doors next to each other. Their closeness suggesting it originally was a bigger apartment remodeled into two.
Oh, it's, it's perfect," Bright said as he peered inside. It wasn't big, just a small studio apartment. Bathroom past the kitchen, and the living and bedroom as one big room. Even the bathroom just had a few curtains for a modicum of privacy than actual doors. But, it was a big, furnished room, it even had a carpet. Bright walked about, wiggling his dainty bird feet in the carpet before he was subtly given a nudge to make room for John. A little embarrassed blush on him as he realized his new friend was the one bringing in most of his stuff.
Ah, um, um, where should I put all zhis stuff?" Bright looked around nervously, as the small apartment didn't have too much room overall, even if John seemed to be pretty austere about belongings.
How about, hmm, we can get your hammock in the corner here by my bed, and the rest of your stuff can go wherever for now. We can organize it later," John said as he carefully set the yinglet's stuff down near the bed. Letting the little yinglet go through his stuff once more.
Phew, you mind if I take a shower first now. Not that the walk is too long here, but I really should get working on walking more," John said while catching his breath. Bright was half buried into his bag as he replied back, "Oh, er, I don't see why not." A pair of big ears jumped once they realized John was taking his shirt off. Big eyes getting wider when the human unbuckled his belt. The little stutters from the fluffed up yinglet soon got the fat human's attention.
Oh? OH! Ah, heh heh, kinda used to having the place to myself. You uh, don't mind? I mean, we're both guys right?" John scratched his head nervously, with his pants around his ankles already.
Weh heh heh, I don't mind, I already get called a human chaser enough already," Bright added, looking away. At least, mostly looking away. Well, turning his head away even as he bashfully peeked not so subtle stares over at his now mostly naked roommate.
Well, uh, heh, I don't mind giving a little show then," John winked as he pulled his underwear down. Earning a squeak and blush along with a yinglet's attempt at half hiding his face under his hands as John added, "I mean, I'm not that much to look at really." Bright couldn't help but bashfully watch the stripping, "I mean, still a human. There's not too many humans looking for one of us, unless you're one of zhem pretty matriarchs." John ruffled the white yinglet's big ears, fluffing his big blonde mane on the aptly named guy.
I dunno, you're kind of a cutie, always loved your yinglet enthusiasm. Though I'm sure there's prettier humans to chase out there" Bright fidgeted his feet and twisted his longer fingers together. Avoided looking too much downwards as he peeked up "But uh, what if they, perhaps, liked a handsome human already." It was John's turn to blush some "Oh, uh. Ummmm, well, then, perhaps, if I'm hearing this right, he should invite you to join him in the shower?" He gave a big grin, trying to hold back a furious blush and a shiver of nervousness, "If you'd like that of course, we don't really have to do anything, but we'll probably be seeing each other dressing and stuff a lot given it's barely one room here." The yinglet covered his face with both hands and feet in response as he made feeble squeaks. An adorably even worse attempt at hiding his embarrassment than John, "ya, ya mean it?!"
"I don't try to flaunt my interest, but I do rather like guys more. And well, also, uh, is yinglet chaser a thing?"
"You don't really wanna be called that, trust me..." Bright added with a shy look away.
You guys are cute too, especially you Bright. You have gotten me out of so many jams before with those nimble little fingers. And we don't have to do anything more than enjoy a shower. together And if it's too strange, that's fine too." Bright pondered a moment, before a flurry of movement soon had him comically shedding his clothes. Not that he wore much in general, just a simple t-shirt and sometimes shorts was usually enough to keep him modest for working in public. Yinglet fashion tended towards the more lewd and strange than modesty that businesses preferred. And almost every yinglet would go nude if they could. John couldn't help but blush as he felt that gaze wander over his chubby body. Much more openly this time. He winked back seeing a yinglet erection bashful peeking out.
That's the spirit, here, let's just enjoy some hot water and company, maybe we'll even get a bath going sometime," John said. Despite the smallness of the room, John made sure to splurge on a larger bathtub. No tiny coffin of a shower for him. Once he pulled the curtain open there was an ooh and ah from Bright, "wow, it's huge." John had to help the yinglet step up over the tall edge after pulling the shower curtains open. After closing it there was a bit of romantic tension in the dimmer light. Even if John couldn't help but snicker at poor yinglet head inches from his lap. And uncertain who was blushing more as his erection lifted upwards.
uhheh, not often I get to shower with another," John muttered.
I don't think I've ever gotten to shower, but I certainly could get very used to this," the yinglet's voice was almost hypnotized, eyes locked upon the hairy lap before him. Almost drinking in the details displayed before him to John's amused blushing. The human was getting quite erect just from the attention.
Well, uh, let's get the water going. We're pretty lucky we don't have to worry too much on water usage here." John turned the water on. A cool but warming splash of the water caused the yinglet to instinctively shake and preen himself with his hands.
You're pretty cute when you do that. Would, shampoo be, um, OK on your fur?" John asked, putting a small amount to lather in his hands as he pondered. He had never bathed with a yinglet before.
Oh, I, I think so, usually I just used soap, because it was cheaper," The yinglet peeked up, biting the edge of his lips with the fangs on the sides. After a few awkward moments, the yinglet turned around to present his hair, "Um, like this, right? Just be careful around my eyes, they are pretty sensitive." John put his hands into Bright's unruly mane of blond hair and massaged the shampoo in. It was softer than he expected. Fingers stroked the yinglet's long ears slowly, delighted by the squeaky sounds Bright gave under the attention. It felt odd, like, grooming a dog and teasing a boyfriend at once. But he could easily get used to this, giggling at the way the yinglet's tail lashed and swatted at his ankles in excitement. Hearing those little giggles Bright tried to peek back for a moment, before deciding opening his eyes would be a mistake with all this shampoo around.
Is, is something wrong," the yinglet asked, worried that giggling might be at his own mistake. A more nervous wiggle and folding of ears back.
Not at all, you're just so enthusiastic in enjoying this, it's very sweet." Those hands rubbed cheeks and chin, before massaging along shoulders. Feeling how slim the yinglet was. So delicate, especially with the water matting down his fur. His fingers could feel the rough little bumps of hidden marks and scars under Bright's scraggly fur. But the tenseness under his fingers was soon melting away. John's thick fingers rubbed down the yinglet's back. Exploring the soft, thin fur and the stiff muscles beneath. A slow massage in curious, exploring ways. He knew he should rub harder for a real massage. But for now he enjoyed the moment exploring his yinglet friend. A smile as he soon tickled at the ying's thick tailbase and watched that ltitle butt squirm.
Enjoying yourself I see, let's get some of this rinsed off so you're not worried about those eyes. Here, just follow my motions," He carefully turned the yinglet and himself around, a slow and careful series of steps not unlike a strange waltz. Trading places so he can rinse the water off the yinglet's head first. After a few minutes of clenchy eyed wriggling to rinse the shampoo off, the yinglet peeked back when he could. He enjoyed the way John ran his soapy hands along his chest and belly. Neither mentioned the erections between them. Just letting fingers do the talking, listening to the sound of the running water and feeling the water's heat pouring along fur and skin. A quiet murmur when the yinglet's small hands brushed against his big thighs, tickling upwards and silently asking the question of how much further he could touch. John smiled down to his yinglet friend, and leaned in as he responded to the inquiring touches of tiny claws upon inner thighs, "touch away, but then I'll get to touch you back, it's only fair, right?" Bright nodded with enthusiasm, even as he bit his tongue, poking it out the side of his mouth. A little giggle as cleaning took a break for exploring. Hands softly cupped the balls in front of him, feeling over the hair and soft skin upon his leathery pads. Enjoying watching the human's balls shift to touches. A blissful grin upon the yinglet. The tickly teasing of leather pads and prickly claws was faintly unnerving, like a rat was giving him a loving fondling. But the gentleness and adorable expressions on his friend made it quite worthwhile. It was strangely exciting to watch the way those small hands touched him, exploring with a gentleness and care he had rarely felt before. WIth a bashful shyness Bright moved his dark fingers to feel the erection presented in front of him. Fingerpads brushed along the smooth skin, feeling John's stiffness and tracing around the foreskin. Very mindful of sharp little claws as he flicked ears happily to the moans from his friend. A beaming grin at examining his friend's erection so directly..
I see you're enjoying yourself, are you just gonna stroke me off like that then? It can be a nice and relaxing lovely way to just explore without worry," John said as he wriggled his hips. Wet fingerpads slid and stroked with curiosity, feeling his friend's intimate arousal. A breathy quiver in John's voice, "Ah, the better spot is beneath the tip, yeah, right about there." Bright watched as the erection before him twitched and jumped in his grasp. Squeezing ever firmer to stroke and rub more directly. Leaning in closer and licking over the tip to watch the way John closed his eyes at the rough tickle of heat. The two savored the heat of water amidst warm intimate touches.
Oh, looks like you get leaking as much as we do," Bright mentioned as he licked again. Slowly working his long tongue in sinuous touches to taste his friend. The yinglet's ears were firmly nudged to encourage Bright to slow down his rough attention, making the yinglet peek up.
Ah, goodness, your tongue is intense, may need to slow that a bit," John murmured with a little grit of teeth and clench of toes. His hips squirmed and penis throbbed against the yinglet's hands as Bright needed both hands to masturbate the larger human. Bright returning his gaze to look over the erection against his fingertips, enjoying the way foreskin slid back and forth to his touches. Bright gave a nod and a careful kiss, being mindful of that big tooth of his. Leaned in to nuzzle against the human's lap and feel it's hair upon his chin. The yinglet's cheek pressed to the tense stiffness, throbbing with his friend's pulse. His hands speeding up, careful to avoid catching a claw or his hand scales. Delighted to feel the tenseness in his hands jump to the attention he gave John. The quiet tense of body and breath was something he was familiar with, but not on this large scale. Such a big hand petting upon his yinglet head was a new sensation, but the rubbing pets gave plenty of hints about what was coming. A realization Bright had even before he heard the quiet groan above him, "Ah, keep that up, just a bit more." Bright turned a bit to watch the way John's tip flared and tensed. Sliding the foreskin back and forth as he listened to the heavy breathing above him. Admiring the big hairy belly in front him as it tensed up. and of course. Squeak! As he saw his friend squirt his cum all over a yinglet's chest. A huge grin on Bright when he got to bring a human to orgasm, his heart racing in excitement for the moment. Watching wide eyed as that heavy erection leapt in his paws. John's hands rubbed yinglet ears with tense trembles for a long moment, before they relaxed. A deep breath from the fat human as he gathered himself after his orgasm.
Ah, been a good while since I've had another masturbate me, that was really nice," he mumbled between squirmy thrusts of his hips. His hands rubbed down the yinget's head to his chest and then fuzzy belly. Having to kneel down so he can fondle Bright's small erection, using two fingers to circle the slender tip slowly.
Mmph, don't think I can easily paw you like this, how about I sit down here and you take a seat on my belly?" John asked, breaking the touches to support himself and carefully sit his tubby body down.
Oh, oh? um, ok," Bright said as he made some room for the hairy human to get himself settled under the warm rain of water. He sat himself carefully, facing his friend with his slender long legs spread wide. Small hands clutching John's shoulders, careful of his sharp claws. As his long legs curled around that big belly, feeling almost embarrassed his small yinglet penis was getting touched by a good friend.
It's rather cute, I love how slender this is, so cute like you," John commented as his fingers circled and stroked. Squeezing firm and pumping his curled fingers to watch yinglet hips squirm and wriggle. Delighted by the way those hips thrust and humped and hearing little squeaks. Tail splashing in the water behind the two with thumps on the tub floor.
Ah, Nn , um... you, you should slow just a bit, I'm very sensitive," Bright murmured out between little squeezing tugs of legs and tail keeping him balanced against the human's soft belly. A little 'ah' of a moan as curled fingers relented to a gentle slow pace. The touches grew more curious, to better see where to rub the yinglet and earn those squeaks.
Guess I was getting too much in the moment there. Let's see, something more like this?" John said as he curled thumb and forefinger around with a much softer motion. Sliding back and forth in slow, fond touches as his other fingers toyed with Bright's slit and cockbase. It didn't take long to find out pressing a finger into the smooth velvet heat of Bright's sheath really got the yinglet to moan.
Oh right, you guys hump each other like this, hmmm, kinda envious, getting a bottom stuffed is a bit more work, and you feel very warm and soft in there." John added as he watched the way his friend breathed deeper. He was amazed he could fit his whole finger in, feeling the stiff erection base hidden away near that pouch. So much slippery pre was leaking from Bright's pointed tip now.
N, you're so thick even with that finger, maybe, I'll have to try and see if your tip fits in there, but might be a stretch,." Bright blushed some even as he closed his eyes. A look of bliss and thumping tail showed the human he was on the right track. Moans and squeaks alongside other cute whimpers escaped the yinglet's mouth.
Perhaps we can trade off, you can see if you can hump my bottom sometime too," John said with a grin. He wasn't sure if the yinglet would even really fit in with how tubby he was. But apparently the suggestion was something the yinglet hadn't really considered before. Eyes big as Bright gave out a muffled gasp. There was a sudden tense throbbing under John's finger buried in a yinglet sheath slit. The yinglet didn't say anything, but it was obvious the way that little ruddy length jumped and twitched that he was far beyond holding back! Squeals of bliss as gooey ribbons of very sticky cum splashed onto John's hairy belly. John was surprised by just how much the little ying could squirt, and how gooey it felt on his fingers. Toying with yinglet semen on his fingertips as he stroked slow and steady to get every moment of pleasure for Bright.
Well, it's a good thing we started early then, we better wash up after this." John leaned in to kiss Bright's forehead. Delighted by the cute noises Bright was making in embarrassed afterglow.
I'm glad you decided to live with me, seems a couple misfits like us are a good match." Bright grinned up to the much larger human. He took a deep breath of the scents of their sex as his afterglow faded. Just lost in the unfamiliar warmth and comfort of another's embrace as he murmured, "oh, yes, I'm glad I could join you, it's like I've been caught in a dream."
"Maybe we won't even need to put up your hammock, if you don't mind risking getting rolled on." John teased and ruffled the ears of the yinglet between pets. Loving the embarrassed squeal as ears folded back shyly.
Really, are, are you sure you'd want me in your bed?" Bright asked as he peeked up at his friend. Pressing closer with a soft hug "I'll try to not be too scrabbly wriggly for ya too then." After a bit of a wild start to their new life, the two would find sleeping together easier than expected. A comforting presence for each to chase their dreams together for a better life.
...uh Hi Isher" Isher's face flushed as she quickly grabbed the lower hem of her underwear, tugging it down over the handful of exposed cheek freckles. Lopin begun gleefully giggling as Isher awkwardly shuffled over to a velvet couch on a sidewall, swiping a red throw blanket. Isher wrapped the small blanket around her massive hips, looking more like a ratty mini skirt than an actual piece of clothing. Lopin titters with glee before Kass walks over and wraps a paw around Lopin's snout, snapping it shut.
Go get me some more oysters from ze kitchen" said Kass before letting go of the yinglet's snout "Yes! Miss K-" said Lopin before Kass clamped the yinglet's mouth closed again "uh uh. No more talking, I need quiet, understand?" said Kass as Lopin nodded his head up and down in her grip "Good, now go" said Kass releasing Lopin's snout once again Lopin stands high on his toes and gives Kass a stiff salute before skittering off down the cold stone hallway, the little pitter of his paws ringing off the thick walls. Kass turns around to see Isher still blushing as she holds the edge of the blanket around her waist.
H-hi...everything alright Kass?" said Isher "No, but I guess I'll manage. Elim and I just had a quick chat" said Kass before looking over the shaking Isher "Are you okay?" said Kass with a worried look "Yeah...oh...I am so sorry Kass. I heard you yelling and came as quick as I could."
"You heard me all ze way from ze first floor on ze far end?" said Kass in surprise Isher nodded "Fuck..." said Kass putting a paw on his face "Don't worry...I am sure nobody im-important heard you" said Isher waving both her hands at Kass as her DIY blanket skirt unfolded and fell to the floor Kass groaned loudly in frustration as he began rubbing his face with both paws. The door behind Kass opens as Elim comes out into the hallway. He walks up behind Kass and places a hand on her tiny, bony, shoulder.
You gonna be ok the rest of the night?" said Elim looking down at Kass "Yeah I zink I'll be ok. zanks again for ze talk" said Kass dropping his paws back down to his sides "No problem man. If you need to talk again just remember I am here for you brother" said Elim starting to walk down the hall.
Oh, hey Isher" said Elim waving to the tall raptor woman as he walked by. Isher quickly waved to Elim before covering her crotch again with her hands. She looks back over at Kass before blushing as she begins to walk down the hall after Elim.
M-maybe its best if I just go. I-it was stupid of me to come here"
"Wait"
"Huh?" Kass walks up to the cowering giant and grabs her by the hand. He begins to lead her back towards his room. Kass opens the large wooden door and gestures for her to go inside.
Here, go grab some blankets off of ze bed. You can use zem as a robe till you get back to your room." Said Kass as the two walked inside her bedroom Isher looked around Kass' quarters. Everything was draped in the finest red and gold cloths, all emblazoned with the seal of Ivenmoth. The room is completely furnished with beautiful hardwoods imported from lands far outside Val Salia and polished to a glowing shine. The entire room gives her a momentary panic attack at the enormity of the space. Kass' bedroom alone was larger than her entire house, or really anywhere she had lived in her whole life. Kass walks over to a giant king sized bed in the corner of the room adorned with mountains of red pillows at its head and a neatly folded stack of large red sheets on the end. Kass climbs up onto the bed and sits down on the edge while patting the giant pile of sheets on the end.
Take as many as you like. Half of ze shit in zis room I can't even use" said Kass as he hung his head into his paws, staring down at the floor Isher began to reach a comforting hand out towards Kass but then slowly withdrew it as a pressure fluttered into her chest. Instead she pulls a thin red sheet from the top of the pile of sheets and drapes it over her head like a long flowing robe. Light from the torches on the walls penetrate through the soft sheet, making it slightly see-through as it conforms to her large curves. Isher feels a sudden well of confidence rise through her body now that her skin and freckles are hidden from view.
H-hey...hey Kass. C-check this out." Said Isher swishing the robe back and forth as she pivots her hips from side to side. Isher had spent many nights sitting alone in the corner of the local brothel, observing the dancers and hoping one day she'd be able to dance like that for Kass. She painstakingly memorized all of the moves, drawing basic pictures of the techniques to memorize later. She spent most of her free time in the Undergardens slowly practicing each move as she dreamed of Kass' loving reaction to her well-coordinated displays of affection. *"This is my chance!" Thought Isher as she begun to move her feet to the rhythm of some inaudible music. Kass' eyes become more entranced by her motions with each lumbering movement of the curvy beast *"Yes! He likes it!" Thought Isher as she swishes her hips and undulates her stomach faster and faster. Isher stands up on her toes and goes for the crup de gras as she twirls around, arms above her head. Kass' eyes well up as a stream of tears begin to pour down the sides of her furry cheeks. Isher catches a glance of Kass before going off balance and falling over into a small wooden table. The table snaps like a feeble twig underneath her immense weight. Isher quickly gets up and begins fruitlessly trying to put the broken pieces of the table back together.
Kass I am so sorry. I-I didn't see it and I j-just...O-one thing happened and...I-I just" rambled Isher as she tries to jam two snapped pieces of table leg into each other. Kass doesn't take notice of Isher but rather starts to sob loudly into her paws. Isher drops the table legs and rushes over to the bed, sitting down with a heavy creak as the bed strains under her weight.
D-don't cry. P-please don't cry. We'll get you another table Kass" said Isher panicking "Ginny" whispered Kass under his breath as he ran his arm along his snout "What?" said Isher confused "Nozhing, I was just zinking back to when I wasn't a small furry she-rodent with a gnat's attention span" said Kass sighing, "Back when I was a man"
"Well...Uh...What do you miss about it?" Said Isher scooting closer to Kass "Everyzhing, all ze good and ze bad. Anyzhings better than zhis" Said Kass twiddling his tiny fingers "But...but your living in the lap of luxury. Isn't this what you always wanted? Y-you know? That counts for something...r-right?" said Isher rubbing her legs together "I'd trade zhis place in a heartbeat for my flea-riddled cot back in ze Dinnlan bunkhouse. Anyzhing just to be a man again" said Kass rolling the skirt of his uniform through his fingers "So...That's whats bothering you...Y-you don't want to be a female anymore?" said Isher feeling a slight knot in her throat "It's a little more complicated zhan zhat. I don't feel like a male or a female. One minute I'll feel like my old self, ogling some cute server girl in ze hall. Ze next second Lopin will say somezhing stupid and I'll just melt like a little flower girl. I just don't know which of zhose feelings are real. Is zhis body hijacking my thoughts? Are my old zhoughts just a figment of my imagination? I feel like I am in two places at once and neizher is real. Does...does zhat make any sense at all? Am I crazy?" said Kass running a paw through her brown hair and looking over at Isher "Kass...Your not crazy. N-nobody can grasp what your going through. All I can say is whatever form your in...Your still Kass to us...Your still Kass to me" said Isher turning her blushing face away from Kass as she began to twirl her unkempt hair around her right pointer finger.
Zhanks...Look, Isher, I know I never really say it much but you're a good friend. You're all are good friends. I guess I just never realized zhat until I turned into a fucking walking marsh carpet" said Kass A quiet filled the room broken by the light sound of chirping crickets and the crackling of burning lamps. Kass and Isher both readjusted themselves on the bed as a quick breeze of cold ocean air swept into the room from the windows. Isher noticeably shivered as the salty breeze blew over the nape of her neck.
K-kass?" said Isher breaking the silence "Uh-huh?"
"Is it...Is it really that different being a woman than a man?" said Isher shifting her weight again "Not really...ozher zhan I am missing a cock zat ozherwise would be interrupting my mind every now and again with a mighty boner. Not to say I haven't had my share zhoughts but...shit... can yinglets even beat off? Can ze females do that? I don't even know where to start let alone whezher I can let one loose. I mean...I could probably go outside right now and a legion of dirty scav dick would fly my way but do I even want zhat? Not to mention getting pregnant...Fuck! I didn't even zhink about zat...Fuck I don't wanna get pregnant...but for some reason my mind says zhat I do and...ARGH! Do you see what I am saying? My mind is fucking wizh me!" said Kass throwing her tiny arms up in the air and falling back onto the bed in frustration as she stared at the ceiling covered in swarming moths. Isher silently stares forward into the floor, as her face grows red and flustered. She quickly tucks her hands between her massive tan thighs as she shifts her weight again. Kass could feel the waves of heat radiating off of the gigantic woman.
Sorry..sorry, got carried away zhere. I guess my speedy scav brain just needed to vent" said Kass rapping a fist against the side of her head "I-I-I c-could h-help..." said Isher in a low, trembling voice "What?" said Kass "I-I could h-help you r-release...s-s-some tension. Y-you know...f-f-feel like a man again" said Isher before quickly pulling the hood of the robe over her face and collapsing backwards onto the bed in embarrassment next to Kass *"Stop stuttering dang it...that was supposed to sound sexy and you messed up your one chance" thought Isher as her mind swirled with a hurricane of self-inflicted insults A small paw gently lifts Isher's red-sheeted hood back over her head as she sees Kass' tiny face peering down at her.
Did you...did you really mean zhat?" said Kass in a soft tone as his fur ruffled over the back of his neck.
Y-yes" said Isher as she avoided eye contact with Kass "Well...damn..." said Kass raking an arm over her neck and plopping down next to Isher's head Isher throws open the robe and sits up at the end of the bed now only in her tattered underwear. She leans forward, bracing her arms on her knees as she stares down at the red and gold carpet beneath her. She begins to nervously trace her pointer claws around one another as she lets out a couple low coughs.
Kass...I've wanted t-this for a long time. I k-know t-that I am not pretty, or graceful...or c-confident. Heck, I am not even into women Kass...I just want y-you to be happy again. I-I understand if you don't want this I-" said Isher as a small paw touches her left arm. Isher looks over to her left to see Kass, eyes watering, before Kass wraps her thin arms around Isher's muscular shoulder in a hug.
I need somebody Isher... Please...I just want to feel normal again...even just for a bit" said Kass through a handful of choked murmurs Isher feels immense warmth flowing through her as a surge of confidence wells into her chest. She turns, scooping up the sobbing yinglet in her arms as she crawls back towards the head of the bed. Isher gives a loud sigh as she flops back into the mountain of silky red and gold Ivenmoth emblazed pillows. She holds the tiny, spindly, creature to her chest, gently stroking its locks of long brown hair. The yinglet's cries slowly began to die down into light sniffles and whimpers. The two lay in each other's embrace for a couple of minutes before Isher decides to make the first hesitant move. She shakily maneuvers a large clawed hand down and under the yinglet's uniform skirt. Her questing fingers eventually find their way into a mound of downy-like crotch fluff between Kass' scrawny thighs. Kass tenses up as her tail jolts straight out from the alien sensation. No one had been so close to her since being transformed into this living nightmare. It felt completely surreal, as if she was watching someone else being intimate while inhabiting their body. It felt extremely voyeuristic to say the least. Isher's continued to sift deeper and deeper into the field of soft crotch fluff, searching in vain for anything resembling genitals. The deeper she went though, the more Kass tensed up, raising her butt into the air to get away from the raking claws. *"Oh no! He hates this... I am screwing this up!" Isher thought as her mind grew more panicked every second.
Isher" said Kass through clenched jaw "Y-ye-yeah?"
"Just hold on a sec. Your nails are kinda sharp" said Kass propping herself up off of Isher's stomach "Oh...uhhh..oops...heh heh" said Isher dejected as she examined the horribly overgrown claws on her other hand. Isher brings her right hand up to her mouth, quickly breaking off the long claws in her teeth before spitting them into a chamber pot beside the bed.
T-There...better?" said Isher showing the newly clipped claws to Kass "Very...sexy..." said Kass sticking his tongue out in disgust "Sorry...sometimes you gotta improvise...w-when your like me...heh heh" said Isher running her hand over the back of her neck and looking away as shame and anxiety begin wash over her "No! I didn't mean to..." said Kass seeing how embarrassed he made Isher feel as the colossal giant grew visually more anxious with each passing second Kass sighed as she began to unbuckle her leather belt and unbutton the doublet on her uniform. The yinglet smoothly peeled the red and gold Ivenmoth uniform away and tossed it onto the floor. Kass straddled the giantess' stomach wearing nothing but the bindings on her chest.
Hey Isher" said Kass wrapping a small paw around Isher's left thumb "W-what is it?" said Isher surprised by the little half-naked scav "A little help" said Kass as she tugged up on Isher's long bladed thumb "S-sure" said Isher not fully understanding what Kass was doing as she let the yinglet guide her hand. Kass brings Isher's thumb close to her chest before gently driving it up, under the binder between her breasts. In one swift movement Kass pushes the long nail away from her chest, snipping the bindings clean in two as they fall away from her onto the bed. Isher bites her lower lip as Kass' tiny, furry breasts; bounce free from their prison. *"I've seen her naked before...So why is this turning me on so much?" thought Isher as a wet warmth began to spread along her crotch "Holy shit...I zhink I left zhose puppies in zhere for way too long" said Kass sighing with immense relief while flicking back her hair with a paw. Isher gently grabs Kass around the waist with both her hands, bringing the small yinglet's furry chest to her face. She cradles her left arm behind Kass' back as she begins to massage the tiny firm breasts before her with her right hand.
Look at you taking ze initiative. Very sexy indeed" said Kass in a flirty tone "heh..yeah" said Isher awkwardly as she continued to explore Kass' breasts. Raking her fingers tenderly over the soft mounds, Isher finds two tiny pink nipples hidden underneath the furry breasts. She brings her mouth up to Kass' left nipple and begins sucking it and flicking it with her tongue. Isher tries her best to imitate all the advice she acquired from the local prostitutes of Val Salia in every movement of her mouth and tongue. Kass' body shivers as Isher continues the same sucking and flicking with the other breast.
oh...OO...oh shit..." said Kass purring with pleasure as she writhed in Isher's strong arms, running his tiny paws through the giants greasy black hair "Am I...am I doing ok?" said Isher hesitantly looking up from Kass' chest "Yeah, Just keep going" said Kass leaning her head back with her eyes still closed Isher continued to suckle Kass' chest for a bit longer before deciding to change things up. She leans back further into the mountain of pillows as she grabs Kass by the waist again, bringing the yinglet's fluffy crotch over her face. Kass' feet grab onto the pillows on either side of Isher's head while grasping a handful of messy black hair in her tiny paws. Isher lets go of the yinglet's waist as she brings her right hand up to Kass' underside. She gently rubs the palm of her colossal hand over Kass' crotch as the soft downy-like fluff flows through the crevasses of her fingers. Kass begins to lightly grind against the roaming hand as Isher uses her pointer and middle fingers to part away the sea of fur, revealing a small pink slit. Isher brings her head up and runs her tongue lightly from the bottom of the wet slit to the top.
Ah! Zhat tickles" said Kass flinching "S-sorry"
"I didn't say it was bad. It's just... an odd feeling. Please Isher, keep going" said Kass desperately pressing her crotch closer to Isher's face as she grasps more of the giant's black hair in her paws. Isher leans in again as she sticks out her large tongue, shoving it deep into the slick little gash. Kass flinches again but instead of withdrawing, she presses herself even closer to Isher's face. Isher feels the little yinglet's vaginal muscles squeeze around her tongue, as the warm little cavern begins to grow even wetter. The aroma of wild yinglet sex overwhelms her nose as Isher's face is completely consumed by Kass' crotch fluff. Isher slides a hand down into her underwear as she greedily rubs away at the demanding clit between her legs. She grabs the yinglet's back with her free hand and pulls Kass' crotch as flush as she can with her tongue and lips. She thrashes her tongue around in Kass' depths as her mouth eagerly explores every inch of the soft walls.
OO you like zhat?" said Kass as she grinds faster against Isher's, fat, muscular tongue "uuuhhhmmmpphh" said Isher trying to speak through a mouthful of yinglet crotch Kass flicks back her hair, smiling, as she begins to grind even faster against Isher's eager tongue.
Oh shit...I zhink I am gonna-" said Kass as she leaned over Isher's head and wrapped her arms around the back of the giant's head Cascades of white goose feathers pour around Isher's head as Kass' small-clawed feet tear holes in the fancy red and gold pillows. A clear liquid lightly flows from Kass' slit into Isher's mouth as the last spasms of her orgasm fade. The flavor of the liquid tastes lightly sweet and gamey but by no means unpleasant or pungent like Isher was expecting. She gives the mouthful a quick swallow, hoping that yinglet vaginal secretions aren't poisonous. *"If I survive I guess I'll just ask that pervert Ran later" thought Isher almost rolling her eyes at the idea Kass let go of Isher's hair as she slides down Isher's chest and stomach with a loud sigh of relief.
Damn zhat was amazing. Maybe I won't miss getting a blowjob from ze local dove as much as I zhought I would" said Kass beaming with afterglow "G-glad you liked it...first time I've done anything like it...heh...oh" said Isher quickly withdrawing her hand from her underwear as her face flusters with embarrassment "Isher?" said Kass tracing a small finger around Isher's belly button "...y-yeah?"
"You don't have to be worried about how I see you, you know?"
"What?"
"Your nervous and obviously embarrassed about your body. Fuck! Here I am riding your face like a horny swamp rat and you're still worried I'll find some way to reject you"
"I-I mean..." said Isher anxiously tugging at a long side lock of her black, shiny hair "Your banging a goddamn scav right now. Of all people, I ain't really in the place to judge you know?" said Kass with a light chuckle as he looked down at one of his tiny paws "Kass...your not this body...regardless of what you think. Y-your still the same Kass to me." said Isher lifting the yinglet up to her chest and giving Kass a bear hug. Isher closes her eyes as her mind fills with images of her and Kass back in his human form. Both completely relaxed under a tree surrounded by scenic flowers, the air filled with the smells of sweet grass and lavender. Golden sunlight gleams through the cracks in the canopy down onto Isher cradling Kass in her arms as birds chirp to each other among the branches.
Is!-Ish!-Ishhhherrr!" a muffled voice squeaked as tiny fists pounded at Isher's sides. Isher opens her eyes and looks down to see a crushed Kass struggling for air pressed between her giant breast and muscular arms.
Oh! Dang it! Kass I am so sorry. I-I just zoned out for a bit. Sorry. I -I am sorry" said Isher releasing Kass from her grip as the little yinglet gasped for air.
Holy shit!...Gods!...Fuck!..." said Kass through gulps of air as she sat back up on Isher's legs Kass looked up at Isher, his eyesight beginning to return as a blurry image of Isher took form. He could see that she was beginning to tear up as her lips began to quiver.
I-I-I-am almost killed you. Kass...I am j-just a monster...a big, stupid, clumsy, no-good, hulking..." rambled Isher as she began to sob, bringing her palms to her face Kass sat for a bit in silence as the titanic beast bellowed and bawled in front of her. She didn't know what to do. Kass had never seen Isher this upset in her life before...and it was all because of him. Kass felt sudden warmth spread across her chest and throat. Isher didn't just like Kass as a friend ...She cared for her...All those times Isher fretted over Kass leaving to go on missions...All those times she was the first to greet him upon return...All those gifts of flowers she had given him from the undergarden...Isher didn't just care for him...She loved him...
Goddammit...I am such an idiot...right in front of my face ze whole time..." said Kass quietly remembering all the times he had given Isher the cold shoulder or pushed her away to spend time in the brothel. Kass feels a rush of emotions as she leans forward onto Isher's flat stomach pecking it with light kisses. Her shell tooth gets in the way of her bottom lip but she tries her best to ring the giant's belly button with kisses and licks. She begins to rub her paws over Isher's sides and stomach as she "shusssshh"s in the most soothing tone her yinglet throat can muster. Isher's bawling stops as she brings her arms around her sides and begins to giggle.
Kass!...Stop!...That tickles!" says Isher giggling louder as Kass starts blowing raspberries as best as her yinglet mouth with let her into Isher's stomach. Isher is thrashes on the bed as she kicks up her knees and legs, sending Kass flying back over the edge of the bed. Isher gasps as Kass plummets over the bed and onto the ground with a poofy thump. She quickly rushes over to the end of the bed to see Kass lying in the pile of sheets from earlier. Isher lets out a sigh of relief as she picks a shaken Kass off the pile of bed sheets and lies back onto the pillows once more with Kass to her chest.
I-Iam sorry Kass. I-I am sorry that I am the way I am. I know you say you don't care but...that doesn't help me not want to be me...you know? Can you forgive me for being...well...me?" said Isher nervously Kass' ears droop as a sad look crosses her face, "Zhere's nozhing to forgive Isher. Your too good for me, let alone some dirty scav" said Kass Isher, startled by Kass' response, begins to open her mouth before Kass puts a tiny paw on the side of her face.
Nozhing to apologize for and nozhing to forgive, you hear me?" said Kass staring into Isher's ruby eyes with a serious look Isher presses a hand to Kass' paw on the side of her cheek and nods her head with a sniffle.
Good. Now, I zhink I've got a little debt to repay for letting a dirty little scav ride your face." Said Kass grinning as her hands grip the top of Isher's tattered and dirty handmade bra. Isher instinctively begins to cover her chest with her hands. Kass looks up at Isher as she blushes before moving her hands stiffly down to her sides.
Sorry...I-Its just...I've never...I mean...nobodies e-ever..." said Isher stuttering as she began to blush even harder.
Stop apologizing Isher...remember what I said" said Kass as she pulls down on Isher's top. The pressure against the cloth bra is almost too much for Kass too pull down with her scrawny arms but dammed if she was going to admit defeat in the middle of this. Kass tugs the cloth down as Isher lets out a startled "Oh!", her ginormous heaving breasts bouncing free from their restraint. Her breasts were perfect, large but firm. Each large mound centered with a supple, hard, dark brown nipple contrasted against the sand colored tan-hide skin surrounding it. Kass was stunned, He had seen many breasts before in the brothel and the one or two girlfriends he managed to get but Isher's were by far the largest and prettiest of the bunch. The yinglet brought up both of her tiny paws, cradling Isher's right breast as she maneuvered the giant stiff nipple into the side of her maw. She tried her best to avoid piercing Isher with her teeth, instead opting to suckle her through the side of her lips. Isher shivered and gave out a light moan as Kass flicked her pointy tongue over the massive brown nipple. She glanced up at Isher who was covering her mouth with both hands as she gasped with pleasure again. She massaged the heavy breast as much as she could with her little paws before bringing the tit out of her mouth and lightly blowing on the sensitive flesh. Isher shivered as Kass moved over to the other nipple, giving it equal attention as she gently rolled Isher's large right nipple through her tiny fingers. Isher moaned again as she leaned back, lowering her arms and gripping her hands into the bed. Kass continued to assail the left nipple with her flickering tongue before finishing with another light breath across its slippery surface. Kass continued to flick her tongue and peck Isher's skin as she worked to the center of Isher's cleavage. Isher giggled and kicked slighty before halfway apologizing again for being so ticklish. Kass gave her a warm rebuking smile before continuing to lick away at her chest. The area tasted salty, covered in dried sweat from earlier. Kass licked her maw, savoring the flavor before continuing down across Isher's stomach to her underwear.
Kass...? W-what are you doing?" said Isher confused Kass brings her head back, looking over the tattered grey underwear that lay before her. The hem is in absolute shreds and any color had long been drained from the worn garb from thousands of hours of repeated stone washing. Something about the whole garment feels so familiar and real, reminding her of the same worn out clothes she wore as a human peon. In the dead center of the underwear, Kass can make out Isher's large, wet, vulva pushing out against the feeble stitches barely holding the whole thing together. Kass leans forward and flicks her tongue over the wet patch as Isher lurches forward and gasps.
Kass!" said Isher embarrassed "What?" said Kass impatiently "Your really...going to... you know?" said Isher twirling her hair "Isher? Is zhis like your first time or somezhing?" said Kass looking up at her "N-no" Kass gave Isher a level glare as Isher's poker face began to break apart.
Yes..." said Isher as she put her hands in her face, "I thought if I played it off like I knew I was doing then you wouldn't be so...you know...repulsed by me"
"Isher..."
"I-I know...nothing to forgive..." said Isher as she took one of Kass' little paws in her hand, rolling a thumb slowly over the back of the yinglet's tiny paw. Isher smiles, letting go of Kass' paw before rolling backwards and bringing her knees to her chest. In one quick movement, Isher brings her underwear down her freckled butt, over her feet and tail. She drops the underwear to the floor before placing her legs down on either side of Kass with her crotch a couple inches from his snout. The smell of dried sweat and a slightly reptilian musk fill Kass' snout as she looks over Isher's completely slick, tan, puffy vulva before her. Kass chuckles as she lightly caresses Isher's clit causing her to shiver, "hah, you really went all the way didn't you?"
"D-did what?" said Isher swooning from the soft paw rubbing her "You know? Shave. Your as smooth as leather down here" said Kass before inserting his other paw's fingers into her large wet slit "S-shave? S-shave what? Is that weird?" said Isher in a panicky tone before leaning her head back again in pleasure as Kass' fingers worked away inside her, "Oh!...ahhhhh..." Kass looks over Isher's body and realizes that she's never seen hair anywhere else on her besides her head. Nothing anywhere. Kass leans forward and brings her fluffy slit down over her penetrating hand as she begins to grind away at Isher's slippery mound.
It's nozhing Isher. Nozhing at all" said Kass as she gives a couple loving licks to Isher's stomach.
A-are you sure?...Noth-" said Isher before Kass thrusted her paw deeper into her warm depths as her fluffy slit began to gyrate over Isher's clit Isher moans, leaning her head back and shuttering with renewed arousal. Kass wraps her right hand around the right side of Isher's waist as she tries to get a better angle. Once in a better position, Kass quickenes her pace thrusting her left paw faster in and out of the soaking cavern. As Kass' paw dives in and out of Isher, a wet slopping noise emanates through the otherwise quiet room. Kass can feel Isher's wetness rapidly soak through her crotch feathers and over her increasingly sensitive slit as she strokes up and down on the giant's clit in a sweeping rhythm. Isher begins to return Kass' strokes with her own as she grinds back against the yinglet, both releasing quivering moans into the warm night air. Suddenly, the large wooden door to Kass' quarters creaks open as a small blonde yinglet with a metal pail leans into the room.
Uhh...Lady Kass?...I got ze oysters you-" said Lopin before seeing the two lovers on the king-sized bed in the corner, completely unaware of the little yinglet's intrusion. Lopin quickly puts the pail down by the door entrance and covers his eyes with both of his paws before quietly backing out of the room.
Lopin saw nozhing. He swears. Lopin saw nozhing" said Lopin before quietly closing the door behind him. The two were lost in their own lusts as they continued their dance, rhythmically rubbing against one another. Isher grasps the yinglet's tiny sides in her enormous hands, bringing Kass closer in to her as she grinds back against the yinglet's own thrusts. Kass' soaked fur caresses over Isher's aroused clit like a million soft tongues all vying for her satisfaction as the soft slit presses against her own. Kass feels her orgasm getting closer as she closes her eyes, focusing solely on her thrusting. The thrusting paw and grinding crotch suddenly mesh in her mind to form into his former human penis. In a flash of his mind's eye, Kass is transformed back into a human once more. He looks around, noticing that he's back in his old Dinnlan barracks as a teenager. On his bunk bed before him lays his first lover, a young prostitute from the brothel in the center of town, her name long since lost but her body forever in his mind. She calls out his name as he thrusts amateurishly into her warmth. He knew she was faking it but to him it still meant the world.
Kass!Kass!Kass!...Oh...Oh fuck!" said Isher startling herself by cursing as she covered her mouth. Isher looked down at the small yinglet lost in her own world as she brushed the yinglets hair over its ear before replacing her hand and joining back in the rythmn. Isher could feel herself getting close as she closed her eyes and fell into the comfort of her own thoughts as well. Her mind did not stray far as she imagined being in the same room with the same smells and sounds. The only difference was that the creature thrusting into her was not some female yinglet, but rather Kass, fully human and male. She looks into his eyes, her dream finally come true. He stares back with that familiar grin that she fell in love with the first time she set eyes on him. He leans forward, kissing her chest before leaning into her and saying her name.
Isher! Oh shit! Isher! Isher! Ahh!...I am gonna cum!" said Kass as her movements became wild, pressing herself as close as she could get to the hulking woman.
D-do it! Cum in me! C-c-cum in me Kass!" said Isher, those words she had echoed in her head so many times while masturbating, finally a reality Kass shutters and shakes, spastically grinding against Isher's fluxing cavern followed by a whispery sigh of relief ending with a series of quick thrusts. Isher follows soon after as her walls contract. She lets out a loud moan of "Kassssss" with a shiver of pleasure coursing through her body, the feeling of pinpricks flow like electricity over her skin. The two lay panting in each other's embrace as they slowly come back to reality. Both clinging to each other, hoping for the moment to last a bit longer as quiet retakes the room. Finally, the two fully catch their breath as they begin to sense the smell of sex and sweat in the air they created together. Kass' mind slowly settles back into the body of a female yinglet as she feels a small spike of existential dread creep back into her mind. The anxiety and running thoughts begin to fill her yinglet brain once more, bouncing off the walls with erratic fear. She feels a hand run through her hair as she looks up at Isher.
D-did I do ok?" said Isher smiling but with an obvious twinge of anxiety in the corners of her mouth Kass slowly climbs up the mountainous woman until she is face to face with her. All of Kass' anxieties and thoughts flow back into the corners of his mind as he looks into her beautiful red eyes often filled with caution and fear but now replaced with love and infatuation.
You did more zhan ok Isher. For a moment, I really felt like my old self again." Said Kass coming closer to Isher's face Isher felt a knot grow in her throat as she leaned forward to meet the yinglet's face with her own. Between Kass' shell tooth and Isher's large canines, the two awkwardly kissed. Embracing each other whole-heartedly in the moment as they explored each other's mouth. Kass' wiry tongue coursed around Isher's big fat one. Two oddballs completely uncomfortably in their own bodies, but in this moment, feeling as natural and loved as anyone can be, both lost in their want for the other. A fleeting thought once again enters Isher's mind about yinglet saliva possibly being poisonous but realized again, that she didn't care. It was all worth it just to see Kass happy and to feel happy herself for once. Kass and Isher slowly break the embrace as the yinglet lays her head down on Isher's chest with a sigh of relief.
Zhis was amazing...I can't believe we didn't do zhis sooner. I am sorry Isher. Sorry for being so zhick in ze head." Said Kass Isher leisurely runs a hand up and down the yinglet's back as Kass ruffles her fur.
There's nothing to apologize for Kass" said Isher soothingly as she continues to stroke Kass' back "Heh...yeah...nozhing to apologize for" said Kass as she began to close her eyes Isher looked down at the peaceful yinglet before her own eyes became heavy as well. Once again, only the crackling of the familiar oil lamps and chirping crickets sound through the room as a cold ocean gust flows in through the window. The ocean gust blows faster and faster as papers tornado around the room in the icy breeze. Isher opens her eyes, as the gust grows even stronger, blowing around her hair while simultaneously snuffing out all the torches in the room. The dark room's temperature plunges as the two's breath become visible in the air. An immense feeling of dread rushes through Isher as she watches the room be torn apart in front of her eyes.
W-what's happening? Kass! Kass! Wake up!" yelled Isher she tries to shake the unconscious yinglet awake. Kass' eyes spring open as her body begins to spasm and writhe in pain. Kass falls out of Isher's grasp and onto the carpeted floor as the little yinglet's body is wracked with the sound of snapping bones. Kass tries to crawl further into the middle of the room as if to get away from some torturous presence as bits of fur begin to disintegrate off of the yinglet's flesh "I DON'T WANT ZHIS! ZHIS IS TOO MUCH! I AM SCARED!!!WHAT'S GOING TO HAPPEN TO ME?!?! IAM PAZHETIC!!! I CAN"T HANDLE ZHIS!!!HELP ME!!!! I JUST WANT TO HIDE!!! HELP ME!!!!HELP ME!!!" screamed Kass as smoke begins to pour from her eyes and mouth. Isher tries to scream out to Kass but her voice is immediately consumed by the rushing wind now completely enveloping the room. Isher tries to get up off the bed to help but is slammed back down by a heavy force pushing her back down onto the mattress as all the strength is drained from her body. Kass continues to struggle on the floor as a tornado of papers and clothes swirl over top of her in a tight funnel. The funnel bursts into flames as Kass looks up into the inferno right above her. She screams as the fire crashes down on top of her, engulfing her body in flames. Isher can hear Kass' screams, as the wall of fire expands outward before imploding back in on Kass in a billow of black smoke. As the smoke dissipates, so do the gust and evil presence, leaving the room in complete silence. Where the yinglet was a second ago now kneels a naked, smoldering, human Kass with his eyes closed, arms crossed over his chest and his head down. Isher climbs off the bed and carefully walks over to the shivering human surrounded by a burnt ring of ash.
K-kass? Kass?" said Isher as she kneels down in front of him, grabbing his shoulders, "A-are you ok?" Kass collapses over into her arms as the little human continues to shiver.
Kass?" said Isher again trying to rock the human awake Kass' eyes shoot open as his pupils dart frantically around.
Kass, everythings going to be ok. I-I don't understand what just happened but your back to yourself. Right? Kass?" said Isher cradling Kass The human's pupils bead and lock towards the ceiling as he begins to yell "NO! NO! NO! NO! NO! NO! NNOO! NNOO! NO! NO! NO! NO!" Isher tries her best to sooth the human but Kass' yells just grow louder and louder until they echo through every part of her mind. She lays Kass on the ground as she tries to plug her ears to get away from the increasingly loud shouts. Its no use, with each shout, a jolt of pain burns through her mind.
NO! NO! NO!! NOO! NO! NNOO! NO! NO! NO! NO! NO! NO! NO!" Isher sits up in bed as her head reels in aching pain. Looking around the room nervously, she realizes that she is back in her small guest quarters of Ivenmoth tower. It takes her a while for reality to set in as she runs her hand over her sweat-covered brow. *"It was only a dream?..." thought Isher confused as she rubbed the palms of her hands against her weary eyes.
NO! NO! NO!! NOO! NO! NNOO! NO! NO! NO! NO! NO! NO! NO!" The sounds of Kass' yinglet voice ring through the halls and into Isher's quarters. A shot of electricity goes up Isher's spine as she leaps out of bed and tackles the door to her quarters open, running out into the hall with nothing but her underwear on. She quickly bolts down the cold stone hallway and past a confused guard.
Oh no, oh no, oh no. Kassie... Please be okay... Please be okay". The cool night air brushes over the giant's exposed skin as he tries fruitlessly to silently tip toe across the crunching gravel and trash in the street. Isher's heavy breathing hangs in the air as he comes to the end of a house row directly across from the entrance of The Teeth. After gathering his breath, Isher shimmies up against the furthest side of the house, frantically looking around as his ears are met with almost complete silence. Isher wipes the sweat from his hairy brow before peeking his ginormous head around the stone corner.
Isher?" a small voice squeaks Isher jumps, falling backward with a heavy, meaty, thud. Isher looks to her right to see a small blonde yinglet walk out from the shadows. Isher almost blurts out "Lopin!" but quickly cups his mouth before the word can escape. Lopin walks closer to Isher as he runs a small hand along Isher's exposed thigh.
Lopin knows you've been leaving in ze night for longtime..." said Lopin in a quiet whisper as he makes his way alongside the giant's torso, "...for while, Lopin was zhinking it was his own self zhat was driving Isher away, zhat Isher was unhappy wizh Lopin" Isher bites her bottom lip, "N-no Lopin, that isn't true. You know I have my flings but my heart stays with you, my little lover" Lopin finally makes his way to Isher's face, running a tiny paw across the behemoth's tense jaw, "She is still in your heart, Lopin knows" Isher didn't need to be told who 'she' is; there was only one "she" that still pervaded his mind. Isher sits up and gets up off the ground, brushing the loose dirt from his butt without looking at Lopin, "I am just worried about him, ok? Is that so wrong? Being worried for a old friend?"
"Not much of friend" spat Lopin with his little arms crossed Isher knew that she couldn't argue with that. It had already been over a year since the transformation and not once did Kass check in on her, none of them had. Though, during that period, Isher had gone into hiding and only contacted the outside world through Lopin. It might have been hard to track her down but Isher still felt hurt by the whole ordeal. Everyone had come together to help Kass when shit had hit the fan but for Isher there was only one person who helped him, Lopin. The pain still felt fresh, feeling all alone in his weird muscular travesty. Isher had initially felt hatred like never before in his life, hatred at being lost, at being forgotten, of always being in the background. The transformation had only driven each of those points home. But for some reason, Isher could not find it in himself to hate Kass. Isher just stands blankly; looking out to the entrance of The Teeth, at its iron gate and flickering torches, heart jumping every time it opens with a metallic clatter Lopin wraps a small paw around one of Isher's fingers, "Please Isher, come home" pleads the small voice Isher feels the tension in his muscles relax, shaking the images of Kass from his mind. Looking down at the little yinglet whose brought him so much comfort and companionship, Isher smiles.
Ok" Isher says taking one more look towards the gate before turning away from The Teeth. Isher starts to walk with soft footsteps back towards home, the small yinglet dangling in the air from Isher's long gait.
Isher? Lopin?" comes a familiar voice Isher turns back around, seeing a tiny, red-cloaked figure surrounded by a ring of Ivenmoth guards "Kass?" bellows Isher as he walks back towards the crowd of guards. As Isher approaches, the guards form in front of Kass and raise their spears at the oncoming monster "Disarm and get behind me. Zhese are my friends" said Kass as she lowers the hood of her cloak. All of the gaurds drop their spears by their sides and fall behind Lady Kass, many though are still unsure, waiting for the monster to tear them limb from limb. As Isher comes closer, he can see the look of intense weariness hanging heavy in Kass' eyes and an overwhelming new air of maturity as well.
You know, I tried looking for you..." says Kass looking up and down at the goliath before her, "...and now I can see why it was so hard to find you" says Kass with a sarcastic smile A flutter goes up in Isher's chest as his eyes grow wide, "You tried looking for me?!"
"Of course we did" says Kass brushing a soft paw over Isher's bulging left arm, "It quickly came to light zhough zhat whatever was happening, you didn't want to be followed and we respected zhat" Kass continued tracing a finger over Isher's hard muscle and veins, "You'd show your face when you wanted to...you're a tough gal...guy...hunk" said Kass drifting off into the giant's physique Kass snaps out of her trance and looks up at the now blushing Isher before holding out a small hand, "I zhink we got some catching up to do. Join me for my midnight stroll?"
"Yes!" jolts Isher before he calms himself down, "I-I mean, yeah...sure I will"
"Wonderful!...You know, as much as its effected us...It'll be nice to talk to anozher 'transformee...'" says Kass as Isher takes her hand, "...or whatever the hell bat-shit Ran calls us" Isher feels a tugging coming from his right hand finger. He looks down to see the little male yinglet frantically pulling back with all its delicate might. The yinglet pulls and pulls until he is out of breath before trying once more.
Isher not go! Isher come home!" strained Lopin through tugs as his scrabbling little feet kicks dirt from the ground "Lopin, I am going to go with Kass, I'll meet you back at home, I swear" said Isher as the exhausted yinglet slumped down beside Isher's leg A light sobbing comes from Lopin as the crumpled yinglet wraps its arms around Isher's tree trunk like leg. Isher's old flame has been rekindled it; If Isher goes with Kass it'll all be over. Lopin could see the hunger in the eyes of Kass upon seeing Isher's new form. Even if Isher didn't fully know it, Lopin knew it quite well, If he let go of Isher, it would be the end of their relationship. Lopin held on strong but couldn't last against the giant's strength as Isher easily plucks him from his leg before placing him down by gently by his side.
I'll see you at home Lopin" said Isher in a flat tone "See yah Lopin" said Kass regarding the whimpering yinglet as her and Isher turn back to the main road, soldiers quickly marching behind the two Lopin watches as Isher and Kass walk hand in hand down the main road, both already bantering back in forth in good cheer as if a weight had been lifted from both of their shoulders at once. Lopin sits, sobbing quietly to himself in the dark shadow of a building as Isher, Kass and her guards disappear from view Lopin tries to brush some tears from the soaked fur of his muzzle as he gets to his feet and starts slowly walking towards home. Taking one last look behind him for any signs of his colossal lover, Lopin whimpers, "Isher...please come home".
No!? Whaddah mean no!? Why can't I see zhe Matriarch?" snapped Cyrillah at the two guards.
Zhe Matriarch has lotsa duties to attend to and does not wish to be bozhered" said the black haired guard, saying the words as if he was reciting them verbatim from someone else The tan guard snickers, barely holding back a laugh "You said dooties" Both guards break out into a laughing fit as Cyrillah grinds her teeth, feeling her blood beat in her temples. The tan guard makes a farting noise with his mouth as the two laugh even louder, now holding their guts. Cyrillah lunges forward and grabs both of the guards by their chest tuffs, pulling them towards her, their faces within inches of her own.
SHUT. UP." She growls into their faces Both guards shut their mouths as their eyes widen at the threatening yinglet. Cyrillah stares both of them dead in the eyes before releasing her grip on their chest hair, pushing them away. *"Forget zhese two idiots, I should just force my way in zhere and confront zhe Matriarch herself. Who does she zhink she is keeping out visitors?" thought Cyrillah before quickly shaking it from her mind, realizing that she'd just end up squandering any chances for a good relationship with the enclave. No need to rock the boat you haven't even boarded yet. Cyrillah takes a deep breath, sighs, and rubs her muzzle before looking back at the two guards. Both of them stand there, rubbing their sore chests, not looking at her.
Look, what do I need to do in order to see zhe Matriarch?" says Cyrillah trying to sound calm and collected "You need to have official biznus wizh Matriarch Vizlet" said the tan guard standing upright "Well... I don't have zhat...Is zhere anyway else I could see her?" said Cyrillah crossing her arms "Sorry guy, zhe only ozher way is if you have somezhing important to show her" said the black guard "Whattayah mean?" said Cyrillah shifting the weight on her feet "Like...like somezhing sig-ni-fi-cant zhat benefits zhe enclave" says the black guard struggling to get the words out of his mouth "Yeah! Yeah! Whats somezhing you can do zhat helps us? Big time. Can you farm?" says the tan guard with energetic pep "No" says Cyrillah frowning "Can you build?" said the black guard excitedly "No"
"Can you read or write?" said the tan guard with a questioning look "No"
"Can you fish?" said the black guard trying to think of something easy "Not really"
"Can you cook?" said the tan guard licking his lips "Barely" Both the guards look quizzically at Cyrillah before saying in unison, "Well...what can you do zhen?" Cyrillah pulls at the handle of the dagger at her hip, showing a bit of the blade before clacking it back down into the metal sheath.
I can kill" she says flatly Both the guards give each other a quick worried look before tightening the grips on their spears. All three yinglets stand in silence for a while, not giving a strong movement one-way or the other until the tan yinglet begins to scratch his chin.
You know...zhere is zhe monster" says the tan guard deep in thought The black guard's eyes go wide as he shakes his head, "No no no no, zhe monster would eatz him in one gulp. Bad idea. Bad idea." Cyrillah raises an eyebrow, "I am intrigued, what is zhis 'monster'?"
"It's a big big reptilian zhing wizh big glowy eyes. Zhe nasty beast made its home a monzh back in our best fishing trench, in zhe farzhest right corner of zhe enclave" said the black guard pointing far out into the distance "Yeah. Yeah. Now we can't fish zhere or else zhe monster I'll come up and rip you in two. Zhere has already been too many deazhs, now we just steer clear of zhe area. Zhe stupid monster has cut our fish supplies in half." Said the tan guard holding his stomach as it grumbled Cyrillah stretches before starting to walk in the direction the black guard had pointed.
Are you stupid? Didn't you hear what we just said? Zhe monster-" said the black guard looking at Cyrillah "Needs to be dealt wizh. For zhe betterment of zhe enclave, right?" says Cyrillah looking back at the guards The black guard holds still for a second before nodding his head, "For zhe betterment of zhe enclave" Cyrillah nods back at the black guard before continuing out into the distance and towards the monster's location Both the guards give each other worried looks before the tan one mutters, "Zhat guy is so dead" Cyrillah's feet press down into the soft grass as she comes out of a line of trees to an opening. In front of her she sees the large fishing trench. Along its right side is a sheer, large, rocky cliff wall with an overhang of sharp piercing rocks. Cyrillah walks out cautiously into the open field noticing suddenly that the area is littered with severed bits and pieces of yinglet corpses. She steps over the body of a yinglet torn clean in two at its midsection and tiptoes amongst the gory bits. The stench of rotting yinglet flesh mixed with the boggy fishing trench fills Cyrillah's nostrils as she pulls her sword from her back sheath. As the yinglet gets closer she hears the heavy, watery, breathing of something close by. She comes close to the edge of the fishing trench and notices a large, elongated, scaly mass with tall spines running down its back. Bubbles rise to the surface from under the water, bellowing the same guttural watery breath. Cyrillah backs up, taking a quick breath to calm her racing heart before accidentally stepping on a severed yinglet arm. The yinglet thinks for a second before reaching down and picking up the arm. Cyrillah throws the arm at the scaly mass before reaching down to pick up a severed leg. A giant gaping maw lashes out of the water, snatching the arm and finishing it in a couple crunching bits. Cyrillah throws the leg at the creature's ginormous head as it quickly grabs the tidbit out of the air. As it chews the leg it searches around with its six yellow glowing eyes.
Hey you big ugly lizard! Come and get me!" yells Cyrillah as she swings her sword back and forth in the air. The giant alligator-lizard like monstrosity focuses its eyes on Cyrillah as it rears its full body from the water. Cyrillah's eyes go wide as she sees the full size of the monster before her. The reptilian creature is about twenty feet long and six feet high with large razor claws on its feet and a mouth full of piercing stained teeth. The monster crawls out of the trench towards Cyrillah as the last of the water pours off its ridged back. Cyrillah begins backing up as the creature picks up its pace towards her. The yinglet reaches down to pick up another severed arm, throwing at the monster's face. The arm bounces off the creature's face, all its attention now drawn to fresher meat. Cyrillah trips backward over a severed torso as the monster begins to lunge at her with its open mouth. The yinglet rolls out of the way as the jaws of the monster crunch down on the severed torso, bringing its head into the air and shaking it back and forth, tearing at the rotten meat.
Huh, not too bright. Are yah?" says Cyrillah as she runs along the right side of the creature, slashing at its right two legs as she makes her way to the back of its tail. The monster lets out a watery guttural roar as it momentarily drops on its right two legs. Cyrillah seizes the moment, jumping onto the creatures tail and running up its spine, slashing back and forth with her sword as she lops off the monster's spines in her way. The creature cries out again, its back becoming slick with blood as it regains its footing. Cyrillah chops the last spine before leaping onto the creature's head, plunging her sword down through the top of its skull. The monster bucks and flails widely, flinging Cyrillah through the air and onto the ground, her sword still lodge firmly into its head. The yinglet sits up and smiles as she waits for the monster to take its last breath.
Come on you big shit, come on" says Cyrillah under her breath as the monster flails and fruitlessly claws at the sword embedded in its bloody head. Cyrillah's smile disappears as the creature suddenly becomes still, it's breathing heavy and angry. The creature turns its head back towards Cyrillah, all six of its slitted eyes staring her down with disdain.
Oh fuck" eeps Cyrillah as she quickly scrambles to her feet, heading in the direction of the rocky sheer cliff. The heavy thudding of the creature's charge can be heard right behind Cyrillah as she runs towards the cliff. Cyrillah gets to the rocky cliff and quickly begins climbing. The yinglet almost falls multiple times as rocks break off in her hands, her grasp, shaky at best from the adrenaline coursing through her veins. A loud bang reverberates through the rock wall as Cyrillah nearly loses her grasp once more. The yinglet looks down, seeing the monster throwing its weight against the cliff in between jumping up and snapping its jaws at Cyrillah. Cyrillah swallows whatever spit is left in her dry throat before clearing the cliff's sharp overhang and climbing on top. Cyrillah looks around and sees no clear escape route; any way down would just lead her back to the eagerly waiting jaws of the monster. The monster continues to bang against the wall and snap its jaws, taunting the yinglet of what lies for her below. Cyrillah feels her blood rush as she looks around for anything useful. Her eyes come to a large boulder perched on the precipice of the cliff's overhang. Larger than any single yinglet would be able to push on their own. *"I'll be damned if I don't fucking try" thinks Cyrillah as she grits her teeth Cyrillah runs full speed at the boulder, tackling her shoulder right into its thick rocky side. The boulder barely moves as Cyrillah comes away rubbing her scrapped up shoulder. The yinglet backs up even farther this time before running once more into the side of the rock. The boulder moves a little more. Cyrillah bites her tongue as blood begins to seep from her cut and bruised shoulder. The yinglet gets as far as she can from the boulder before she charges at it again, cursing out loud the whole way. Cyrillah hits the boulder with all her weight as it finally tips and plummets over the edge, carrying Cyrillah along with it. The giant rock slams down onto the monster's tail, crushing its bones with a sickening crunch. Cyrillah falls off the rock beside the monster as it flails back and forth trying to get the boulder off its tail. The creature's tail remains pinned to the ground as it swings its head around, spotting Cyrillah trying to stand up. The monster lunges forward, picking up the yinglet in its jaws and biting down. The rows of teeth get lodge in the yinglet's leather armor as its jaw strength presses in on Cyrillah's barely healed ribs. Cyrillah cries out in pain as she begins to panic, pulling her dagger from her hip sheath. The yinglet begins to rake the dagger along the roof of the creature's mouth, slicing it to ribbons. The monster cries out, its mouth filling with blood as it bangs frantically against the rock wall. Cyrillah screams out as she stabs the creature's tongue over and over as it slams even harder against the wall in pain. With one last lunge against the wall, a giant cleaver shaped rock breaks free from the cliff's overhang. The cleaver plummets down and cleanly severs the creature's head from its body with a gory cascade of blood and sinews pouring forth from its neck. The monster's head gives out one last guttural rumble as its body continues to convulse and flail, still trying to free itself from the boulder on its tail. A couple seconds pass before Cyrillah pushes the jaws of the monster open, rolling herself, covered in blood, out onto the grass below. Cyrillah just lies there for a second, looking down at the teeth markings in her leather armor. After a bit she sits up, looking down at her blood-covered hands in her lap before looking at the surrounding yinglet carcasses. For a spilt second Cyrillah begins to cry before falling away into a hollow laugh that peters out into the empty surrounding area. Cyrillah collects her weary thoughts before taking some rope out of her pack. The yinglet goes up to the creatures severed head and ties both ends of the rope around its biggest fangs. Cyrillah takes a deep breath as she pulls the head towards her. The last sinews snap as the head easily gives way to her pulling. Cyrillah pulls the head slowly across the ground, inch by inch, back towards the direction of the enclave's Great Hall. The large head drags into the dirt as Cyrillah comes to realize that maybe she bit off more than she can chew. Her arms tremble as she tires to pull the head a couple more inches, as she looks, seeing the Great Hall in the distance. She lets go of the rope and takes a breather, wiping her forehead and staring down at the ugly creature's six placid eyes. Even now the head looks like it could come alive at any moment and snatch Cyrillah once again in its jaws. Cyrillah shakes the stupid notion out of her head and takes a swig of water from her canteen. A rustling comes from the bushes to her left side as she grabs the handle of her dagger. Two yinglets emerge hand in hand, one with blonde fur and pinks ribbons on his neck and tail while the other has black fur and grey streaks. The blonde one merrily greets Cyrillah with a smile and a wave, "Hello bloody guy, did you need some help? Yes?" Cyrillah looks down at herself realizing that she is still drench in blood before nodding, "Yeah, I need some help getting zhis head to Great Hall, mind giving me a push?" The tan yinglet claps his hands in childish excitement, "Leeloo would love to help you!" The black yinglet crosses his arms and rolls his eyes, "Leeloo don't we have better zhings-"
"Oh! Oh! And Hark would like to help too! Yes! Yes!" says Leeloo tugging on Hark's arm. Hark sighs and follows Leeloo by the arm to the back of the severed head. Cyrillah thanks the couple and picks up the ropes again, giving them a strong pull. The two in back push and soon the trio quickly makes progress towards the Great Hall. In no time they cross the distance and come to a panting stop by the front of the Great Hall. The two guards at the front door jump at the sight, wrapping their arms around each other. Cyrillah thanks the couple again before waving them off as they descend back down from where they came. Cyrillah turns towards the Great Hall and takes a deep breath before shouting, "MATRIARCH! MATRIARCH! MMMMMAAAAATTTRRRRIIIARCCCHHH VVVVIIZZLLEETT MATRIARCH! COME ON OUT HERE! The two guards shake their heads and wave their arms frantically trying to get Cyrillah to stop.
MMMMMMMAAAATTTTRRRRIIIIIAAARRRRCCCHHHH!"
"Zhere better be a good reason-" mutters Vizlet as she comes out through the Great Hall's front door before spotting the sight before her.
Who zhe hell is zhis and why zhe hell is zhere a bloody head on my doorstep?" says Vizlet looking at the two guards for answers Cyrillah pulls the still lodged sword out of the beast's skull and plants its bloody blade, tip first, in the ground in front of her.
My name is Cyrill. Cyrill 'zhe soldier' and I have slain zhe beast zhat tormented your people and your best fishing ground" said Cyrillah as proudly as possibly "Well well, 'Cyrill zhe soldier' zhat's quite zhe feat" said Vizlet sounding actually quite impressed as she readjusted her glasses, "I am guessing your looking for some sort of reward for your deed. Keep in mind zhough we don't have a whole lot. So what'll be? Food? Shelter?"
"Rank" says Cyrillah staring into the Matriarch's eyes "Excuse me?" says Vizlet taken aback "I want to be a Patriarch" says Cyrillah Vizlet stares blankly at Cyrillah for a couple seconds before walking up to her "You do not just get to come in here, as a stranger nonezhless, and demand somezhing like zhat" says Vizlet looking very serious at Cyrillah "Why not? Did I not just prove myself worzhy?" said Cyrillah rapping her fist several times against the severed head "It doesn't work like zhat! You can't just bring a head to me, swing around your sword and demand to be zhe next patriarch! Zhese zhings take time and counsel!" snapped Vizlet before quickly regaining her composure. Cyrillah takes a step back from Vizlet and crosses her arms, "So zhat's a 'no' I am hearing"
"I didn't say 'no' Cyrill, I said 'give it some time'. Maybe take some of zhat time to get to know zhe enclave before you decide you want to rule over part of it" said Vizlet before turning around and heading back towards the front door to the Great Hall Cyrillah pulls her sword from the dirt as her grip begins to tighten around its handle. Cyrillah feels her anger boiling up through her neck as she grits her teeth and clenches her fists. She pulls her sword up into a fighting position as she unleashes a fury of swipes and slashes into the monster's severed head, flaying chunks off of it left and right. The two guards watch in horror as slashes of blood and gore fly through the air at the sword bombardment. Cyrillah continues until she's panting for air before storming off back down towards the monster's fishing trench, wanting to get away from everyone. In the shaded doorway to the Great Hall stands Vizlet, shaking her head disapprovingly at the soldier's violent display. Cyrillah sits by a secluded stream, washing the blood off her sword as the sun begins to dip by the hills in the distance.
Stupid Matriarch...I do all zhat...nearly get myself killed and for what? Nozhing!" she mutters to herself as she wipes away the gore on her sword. Cyrillah lies her newly cleaned blade down next to her pack and dagger by the edge of the stream. Cyrillah looks down at herself seeing her fur still matted with the blood and bits of the monster. She looks around swiftly to see whether there are any onlookers. When she feels comfortable enough and the only sound in the surrounding brush is the crickets, she climbs into the stream. Even though her armor and clothes weighs her down in the streambed, Cyrillah refuses to take them off for fear of being found out as a female. The water flows cool over her joints and fur, refreshing all the aches and pains accrued from the fight with the monster. Cyrillah lets out a loud sigh as she dips her head back into the rushing water and submerging it, feeling herself momentarily taken out of this existence and into one more comfortable. After a minute, Cyrillah senses a set of eyes on her as she abruptly emerges from the water. She looks over to see a red furred yinglet digging his head through her pack. Cyrillah leaps from the water to beside her pack.
What zhe fuck do you zhink your doing, zhis is my pack yah fuckin creep!" growled Cyrillah as she rips away the pack The red furred yinglet stands there derp-eyed as it holds a greasy bag of parchment in its mouth. Cyrillah grits her teeth as she quickly grabs her sword off the ground and points it at the thief, "Hey zhat's my salted pork ration! Give it back to me now or else I'll cleave your head clean off!" The red furred yinglet just tilts its head and blinks its eyes separately, showing no response to Cyrillah's threats "Hey did you hear me? Give it back or-HEY!" said Cyrillah as the red furred yinglet quickly turns tail and sprints off into the bush. Cyrillah tries to run after it for a bit but is slogged down by all her wet clothes and armor, soon giving up the futile pursuit. Cyrillah slowly walks back to her pack grumbling. She opens up the pack to see what damage has been done. All of it, he'd gotten all of it. The dried fruits, the nuts, the salted meat. All of it. Cyrillah throws her pack on the ground and covers her face with her hands.
FUCK!" she screams out Cyrillah's head rings with anger as she breathes heavily through her nostrils, trying to regain her mind for a second. After a couple minutes she puts her hands back down at her sides and picks up her pack and blades. Cyrillah grumbles as she continues her way on towards the monster's fishing trench now with a headache and a lighter pack. Night begins to fall as Cyrillah finally makes her way to the body strewn, open field, once more. Quickly, the yinglet collects wood and starts a fire in the shadow of the fallen beast. Cyrillah hopes that having her back to the rock wall and within sight of the creature would deter anymore little thief's that might come her way. As Cyrillah sits by the fire her stomach begins to grumble and growl. She looks over at the fishing trench wondering if she could actually manage to catch something. Cyrillah walks over and climbs into the trench still visibly teaming with hundreds of fish. The yinglet tries chasing after the fish, wildly darting an arm out into the water here and there as she loudly curses her every move. Every fish that crosses her path manages to flee from her grasp and dart out into further water. Cyrillah, in frustration, dives forward into the water to grab at a large fish. The yinglet's eye's widened as she sees that she has caught it by the tail before it easily squirms from her grasp and swims away. Cyrillah screams out into the trench as she thinks back on her now seemingly luxurious lifestyle at her home enclave. Never once did Cyrillah have to fish or gather food for herself, it was always brought to her on a plate, already caught and already killed. *"Some kinda yinglet I am, can't even fish for my own food" thought Cyrillah as she stands up and climbs out of the trench. Cyrillah shakes the water out of her fur and knocks the water from her ears as the sound of her stomach growling even louder breaks the silence once again. Cyrillah holds her gut as the pains shoot through her stomach. The yinglet looks around in desperation for anything to eat, finding nothing until her gaze lands back on the deceased monster next to her. Cyrillah grabs her sword before walking up to the still beast and carving off a chunk of flesh. She sniffs the meat to make sure its still good or even edible. Nothing smells out of the ordinary so Cyrillah lances the chunk of meat on a stick and sits down by the fire to give it a light roasting. The air fills with the sweet scent of cooking meat as Cyrillah licks her lips in anticipation. The yinglet quickly pulls the meat from the fire and breaks a hot piece off in her mouth. She swallows its quickly followed by a purr of satisfaction. *"Holy shit, zhis swamp lizard is actually really good!" Cyrillah thinks as she gets up to carve off another piece Suddenly, there's a rustling by the closest treeline. Cyrillah holds her sword up as she scans the treeline for anyone.
Alright you bastard! Show yerself!" yells Cyrillah to the treeline Two yinglets cautiously emerge from the treeline hand in hand. Cyrillah lowers her sword and immediately recognizes the two as the couple who helped her earlier in the day.
Can Hark and Leeloo get some of what you're cooking?" said Leeloo rubbing his stomach "Sorry, its just we're outta food right now and bozh pretty starving. Is zhat ok wizh you?" said Hark rubbing his arm "Its no problem, in fact zhere's plenty to go around" says Cyrillah turning back towards the dead beast and flaying off a couple hefty chunks It was at that moment that both Hark and Leeloo noticed in the flickering dark that the giant mound Cyrillah was cutting from to be a large headless beast.
D-Did you kill zhat zhing?" said Hark staring in awe "Yup, you two helped me push its head back to zhe Great Hall remember?" said Cyrillah grabbing three sticks and spearing the meat on them "Zhis was zhat?" said Leeloo pointing at the creature's dead body "Mmhmm" said Cyrillah handing each of them a stick of meat, "I'll tell you all about it if you'll join me by zhe fire"
"Yaay!" said Leeloo excitedly as he runs over and plops by the fire soon joined by the other two Cyrillah retells the story of how she slayed the beast with more with a storyteller's flare and with more enthusiasm baked in. Leeloo spends the whole story gasping and wowing at every sentence Cyrillah rolls out while Hark just sits there wide-eyed and silent. Cyrillah recounts the beast biting down on her as she snaps into her stick of meat causing Leeloo to flinch. She finally finishes the story and eats her last scrap of meat before throwing her stick into the fire.
More stories! More stories!" says Leeloo bouncing up and down on his butt "Well, how about you two tell me how you ended up here and I'll tell you my story" said Cyrillah sitting back on her arms "Deal" said Hark scooting closer to Leeloo and putting an arm around him Hark retells his whole story of how he came to meet Leeloo and escape their previous life. Cyrillah in turn tells them of how she left her enclave and made her way here, being sure to leave out the fact that she's a female. After the stories are told Leeloo nuzzles up underneath Hark's chin.
Its stories like zhis zhat make Leeloo so happy to be where he is" says Leeloo holding Hark's hand Hark leans his head down and rubs noses with Leeloo, "Me too" Cyrillah sits uncomfortably watching the two lovebirds before hearing much louder rustling come up from the forest line. Before she can stand up, around a hundred yinglets pop out of the trees and make their way towards the campfire. All of the yinglets start to surround Cyrillah, Hark, and Leeloo with their hands out asking for food. Everything Cyrillah thought would dissuade other yinglets from coming to this side of the enclave was nothing compared to their sense of smell and hunger. Cyrillah grabs her sword and climbs up next to the dead beast.
If you bring me a stick zhen I shall provide you wizh meat! No Fighting! Zhere is plenty to go around!" shouts Cyrillah to the crowd of yinglets Yinglets frantically rush around looking for sticks as Cyrillah carves pound after pound of flesh from the beast. As yinglets bring her sticks, she spears their meat before they gleefully run over to the fire for some char. Soon quiet falls as a hundred yinglets are all sitting around a campfire eating in peace. Cyrillah wipes her brow and gives a sigh of relief at the moment of peace.
Tell zhe story of how you slayed zhe beast again! Tell it to zhe crowd!" shouts Leeloo Cyrillah shakes her head at Leeloo but the decision is quickly made by the crowd demanding Cyrillah to tell the story. Cyrillah sighs and climbs up onto the dead beast with her sword. This time she acts out the scenes with exaggeration and gusto as the crowd cheers her on. This time it isn't just Leeloo gasping and wowing, it's the entire crowd. Cyrillah finishes the story and climbs down off the beast.
How do you do somezhing like zhat?" said one yinglet "How do you get like zhat?" said a couple more yinglets "How could you put yourself in harm like zhat?" said even more yinglets "I could never do zhat" said almost all the yinglets "Yes you can, you can all do what I do, you can all be what I am" says Cyrillah over the crowd The crowd goes silent "Come on! Who here wants to be a soldier?" shouts Cyrillah, holding her sword over her head. The wind blows strong as a short scruffy, grey yinglet in a patchy vest stands on the edge of a rocky cliff.
Breck! Get zhe hell down from zhere now!" a voice screamed from below Breck shimmies over to the edge, looking down at the Val Salian yinglet enclave below with Vizlet and a couple hundred yinglets all crowded around for the show "Breck! Are you listening to me?! Breck!" yelled out Vizlet once again Breck ignored the cawing from the matriarch as he looked out over the horizon, lost in thought as to what brought him here. Every since Breck was a small fluff he had wanted to fly, spending hours of the day daydreaming about becoming a bird and flying away as he spaced out into the circles of birds above. That'd often get him a whap on the back of the head and a demand that he finish his chores. They'd call him crazy, lazy, empty headed but Breck knew the real truth. The truth that they were all just too afraid to try, afraid to dream about doing such a thing. Breck looked down at the four giant mountain eagles in front of him slowly regaining consciousness. Each of the four birds dwarfed his own size by about half, each lying with a rope tightly tied around their waists. Their lines all-converging on a small harness secured over Breck's waist and chest. Breck had spent months trying to find the best way to capture the eagles that crowded around the enclave skies. Many of his first attempts were to simply tackle the birds while they were on the ground. Breck could still remember trying to tackle the large birds often leaving with some deep claw marks and an awful rodeo bucking that left him soar all over. Breck almost gave up after his hundredth or so attempt, sitting by the enclave's swampy stream and washing his wounds. Almost in a form of mocking, multiple mountain eagles had come down to fish from the same stream. Breck watched in awe as the gang of birds easily scooped some vibrant blue fish from the river. After eating the fish, the birds seemed to become docile and tired, almost drunk. In that moment Breck knew how he was finally going to fly.
Breck! I am giving you one last chance! Don't make me put you on scrubbing duty!" yelled Vizlet her voice sounding hoarse and dry "Sorry Matriarch, Breck knows is dangerous, Breck not care. Breck gonna fly whezher you like it or not" said Breck peeking his head over the edge of the cliff Vizlet has a moment of internal screaming, nearly ripping her headscarf in two before calming collecting herself with a deep breath.
You wanna jump and kill yourself infront of zhe enclave? Fine, go ahead! Wouldn't be zhe first time." Says Vizlet in a collected cloud of frustration as she walks off from the center of the crowd Breck smiles as he makes motions for the crowd to part for a landing spot. The crowd parts as he gets into position, his toes curling around the lip of the cliff. Breck looks back at the now mostly conscious and confused eagles getting to their feet, some nibbling at their cord. Breck takes one long drag of air as he raises his arms like wings "It is time for Breck to fly" Beck said simply to the crowd below before taking two steps off the cliff Breck feels the wind rush for about two feet before being abruptly yanked by his harness. Breck opens his eyes to see that he is dangling in mid air, supported by his cords from above. The sound of sudden screeching and clawing come from the cliff above as the eagles wake completely in a frantic frenzy. The cords visibly start to tangle as Breck lowers a couple more feet. Breck's mind races as the distance below becomes more and more intimidating. Before Breck can do anything, the eagles scramble over the edge, plummeting all of them to the ground below. Breck slowy comes to as his mind is swirling and ringing as his body reverberates in aches. Breck leans up, the four eagles standing calmly a couple feet from him as the crowd of surrounding yinglet spectators just ooo and ahhh at the pretty birds "Stupid birds! Supposed to fly!" yells Breck as he picks a small rock off the dirt and flings it at the eagles. The eagles immediately snap, flapping wildly as they try to get away from Breck. The crowd of yinglets immediately disperse with a chorus of tiny squeeks and screams. Breck is pulled along the gravely ground as the birds try to take to the air. Breck can feel his speed increasing as he struggles to pull his homemade harness off his chest. Breck can only cover his face as the eagles drag him through the enclave's crop patch, destroying much before slamming him into one of the poles of the enclave's watchtower. Breck coughs, grabbing his side as groaing and creaking can be heard coming from the tower. The tower waves back and forth for a second before tipping towards Breck. Breck puts his hands in front of his face waiting for the wooden giant to smash him like an insect. Just as the tower falls, the eagles drag Breck once again out from the tower and out towards the shore. Breck opens his eyes, as he looks back, the tower smashing into a thousand pieces of flimsy driftwood on the ground. As the dust settles, the sound of Vizlet screaming and cursing can be heard coming from the enclave. Breck lets out a wild howl of laughter before being quickly snubbed by a mouthful of sand. Breck spits out the gobs of sand, raking his fingers over his tongue as the onrush of the ocean and beach comes closer. Breck eyes go wide as he grabs fruitlessly at the sand beneath him. Soon, everything goes wet and dark as a wave crashes over the yinglet. As much as Breck struggles, water surrounds him completely. Breck flails and pulls at his harness but as much as he tries, the harness won't give. Briny ocean water pours into Breck's mouth as he gasps hopelessly for air. Just before Breck's vision goes dark, he feels himself pulled upward and out of the water. Breck spits and coughs out lungfuls of water before looking up into the rays of the sun and sky. Above him Breck sees the four eagles flying in perfect formation. Breck's heart jumps as he looks down below.
I...I...I am flying...Breck is flying!" said Breck with amazement as he tries to take in every sight Breck could see that he was about hundred feet in the air, looking around at the entirety of the enclave and the scenic view of Val Salia and its Teeth not much further away. Breck felt a well in his chest and a tear to his eye, realizing his childhood dream had come true. With a creek and a snap Breck's harness finally breaks, plummeting the yinglet back down into the ocean below as the eagles scatter amongst the sky. Luckily for Breck, the eagles did not drop him far from shore. With a little doggy paddling and some help from the awaiting crowd back at shore, Breck made it back to land. The crowd cheered, gathering Breck up on their shoulders and paraded him back to the enclave. Waiting for them back at the enclave is a visibly pissed Vizlet, arms crossed and tapping her toes.
Breck, how do you intend to fix zhis?" said Vizlet through clench teeth "Next time Breck uses six birds!" exclaimed Breck followed by the cheer of the crowd. Kass and Vizlet sit side by side, on a lush carpet, in the Enclave's Matriarch's quarters surrounded by candlelight. Alone to themselves, Vizlet slowly moves her hand down Kass's exposed thigh to his loincloth covered crotch to make her 'judgement'. She gently moves the loincloth to the side and is stunned by the sight before her.
Oh my...Kassen" she says trying to pick up the heavy erect shaft in her small hand, feeling its weight and girth "'Mighty' enough for yah?" says Kass smiling at Vizlet's infatuated stare "Mighty enough...for a human your size" says Vizlet as she runs her fingers up and down the shaft, examining every inch with her finger pads She begins to stroke the shaft a little faster as she can feel Kass's rod throb in her hand. Kass sees Vizlet reaching up her other hand towards the cock as he pulls his left hand out of her shit and free of her bosom. Kass takes both of Vizlet's hands in his own as she redirects her gaze towards him.
My my, where are my manners? We must always attend to the needs of the Matriarch first" says Kass placing Vizlet's hands back down in her lap Vizlet blushes and tucks a line of hair behind her ear, "Whatever could you mean Diplomat Kass?"
"I mean..." says Kass cupping Vizlet's chin gently, "...All of your needs and most intimate desires" Kass leans in, bringing the Matriarch into a full on kiss, his tongue sliding around her shelltooth and touching her own. Vizlet's eyes go wide as she is taken aback for a second before calming down and reciprocating the kiss. The yinglet and the human's different tongues entwine and slide gracefully against one another as each one explores the other's mouth. After what feels like an eternal embrace in the flickering candlelight, Kass and Vizlet end the kiss. Both feel a warmth come over them as they stare at each other for a few seconds. Vizlet rubs the back of her neck as her face flushes, "Wow Kass zhat was...really beautiful...zhank you" Kass smiles before picking up one of Vizlet's hands and kissing the back of it, "Oh Matriarch, I am just getting started" Vizlet giggles slightly as Kass slowly pecks kisses going up the yinglet's arm and across her shoulder. He continues on to lavish the side of her neck with waves of kisses. Vizlet purrs and moans as he makes deeper and deeper kisses up and down her neck. In the heat of the kissing, Kass makes a knee jerk reaction and decides to lightly nibble on one of the Matriarch's large ears. Vizlet lets out a yowl, causing Kass to sit back, before Vizlet quickly covers her mouth with her hands, her face flushed with embarrassment.
Did I go too far?" said Kass looking at Vizlet with concern Vizlet laughs lightly, taking her hands away from her mouth before grabbing Kass's left hand. Vizlet lies on her back and brushes Kass's hand gently against her left ear.
Not far enough actually" said Vizlet, looking up at Kass to see whether he would get the hint. Kass just looks at Vizlet with a confused face, not wanting to do anything more that would hurt the Matriarch. Vizlet sighs, "It is your Matriarch's desire to have her ears nibbled and rubbed" Kass blinks for a second before grinning and leaning down next to the yinglet. He takes his thumb and forefingers and gently begins rubbing up and down the long yinglet ears. Vizlet scrunches up her face before letting out and exhaustive sigh, "Oh Kass, your fingers feel so good. You humans don't know how good you've got it"
"Trust me Vizlet, I do" said Kass rolling his fingers, "Feels amazing to have all ten of 'em back"
"Yes...I guess it does..." Said Vizlet with a sullen, thoughtful, face Kass looks down at the yinglet's sad face before smiling, "But you know what's even better than that?"
"What?" says Vizlet in a sad tone as she looks Kass in the face "This!" says Kass leaning in and nibbling up and down the yinglet's left ear. Vizlet moans in pleasure as Kass traces every inch of her left and then right ear with his mouth. The yinglet feels a heated flush through her ears as her mind lustfully drifts to another part of her body. Vizlet brings Kass's face from her ear to her own face, gently, with her right paw.
I have anozher assignment for you Kassen" says Vizlet smiling "Your wish is my command" says Kass grinning Vizlet reaches up and plants a quick kiss on Kass's mouth before lying back down. The yinglet traces a lone finger from the side of her neck down to the center of her chest. The lone finger pulls down on Vizlet's dress as two small white furry breasts bounce firmly free. Vizlet looks away from Kass's gaze slightly embarrassed, "I know zhey're not much but-"
"-but they're the perfect size for me" says Kass taking each small furry mound in a hand and slowly massaging them. Vizlet begins to squirm as Kass brushes some of the fur aside, running his forefingers in circles around the now visible nipples. Kass watches Vizlet rock softly side to side at his touch before leaning down and wrapping his lips firmly around her small left nipple. Vizlet moans as Kass methodically suckles and flicks his tongue around the small brown nipple before switching over to the other. As Kass attends to Vizlet's breasts, he notices her slipping her left hand down and underneath the skirt of her robes. Vizlet shivers, closing her eyes as she starts to finger herself. Kass removes his mouth from Vizlet's breasts and leans back slightly.
Wha-? Why did you stop?" said Vizlet opening her eyes Kass merely smiles, moving his head slightly lower down the yinglet's body. Vizlet stares as the human takes her left hand out from under her robes and away from her crotch. The small finger pads are slick with Vizlet's juices as Kass begins to insert one finger after the other into his mouth, sucking them clean.
Oh" Vizlet says blushing at the feeling of Kass's tongue and lips around her fingers After finishing, Kass lays Vizlet's hand down by her side before he unravels the rope belt around her midsection. Kass opens up the yinglet's robes, her small white furry body now lying completely naked before him. Kass leans down and plants some kisses on her flat stomach as his mouth makes its ways down towards her crotch.
Kass, what are you-?" said Vizlet confused as Kass reached her crotch fluff Kass spreads the damp crotch fluff with his fingers, quickly revealing Vizlet's reddened slit, radiating hot with arousal. The human flicks his tongue over the hot and slick entrance causing Vizlet to throw her head back in pleasure. After thoroughly licking ever centimeter of the slit, Kass plunges his tongue as deep as he can into the yinglet's entrance.
Oh! Oh! Oh stars above! Zhat's right! Bury zhat fat human tongue inside me!" says Vizlet as she wraps her legs around the back of Kass neck, pulling him more flush to her crotch as she runs her fingers through his hair. Vizlet rocks her crotch against Kass's face as he quickens his movements with his tongue. Vizlet bites her lip as she can feel herself getting close before she releases Kass's head from her back legs and pulls his face up from her crotch.
I need your mighty cock inside me, now" says Vizlet holding either side of Kass's face Kass blinks a couple times before grinning and sitting back up on his knees, "As you wish, my Matriarch" Kass swipes his loincloth to the side, revealing his already hardened member. He grabs the base of his rod and rubs its tip up and down the matriarch's slick slit. Vizlet moans as Kass slides his tip cautiously into the yinglet's small entrance. Kass slowly digs his length half way into Vizlet's warm silky cavern. Kass begins to worry about going any deeper; afraid that anymore might hurt the small creature as her walls stretch tight around his girth. He begins to take slow and short pumps in and out of Vizlet as he watches her reaction for any discomfort. Vizlet looks up through her waves of pleasure to see that Kass is going soft on her, his concerned face staring back at her. Vizlet grits her teeth and wraps her legs around Kass's ass, squeezing each cheek firmly with her feet as she pulls him in towards her. The matriarch reaches up and grabs a lock of Kass's hair, pulling his face down to her's.
I want all of it in, fuck me like a real woman", said Vizlet with lustful fierceness Kass goes wide-eyed at the assertiveness of the Matriarch before quickly grinning and following his orders. Kass plunges his member all the way to the hilt, stretching the matriarch's inner walls to their limits.
Oh! Yes! Now zhats more like it!" says Vizlet, her tongue lolling out of her mouth deep in ecstasy. Kass changes his thrusts from short to long and winded, Vizlet's entrance riding the human's entire length over and over again in locked rhythm. Kass leans forward as he pounds away, coming back to Vizlet's ears and breasts, lashing them once more with kisses and nibbles.
Harder! Faster!" blurts out Vizlet in between heavy panting Kass follows his Matriarch's command once more as he begins to rake himself faster and faster against the yinglet's wet fluffy crotch.
Faster! Faster!" says Vizlet in shallow breaths as her body is rocked by Kass's thrusting Kass picks up speed to the fastest he can go, the base of his member slapping against Vizlet's entrance fills the room with a loud auditory "fwap fwap fwap". The yinglet's walls begin to convulse and shudder as she feels herself getting close.
Kass! I am going to-" says Vizlet before Kass embraces her once more in a deep tongued kiss The two hold onto the kiss as both start to orgasm in unison, Vizlet's soft walls wrapping tightly around Kass's shaft as he fills her to the brim with his seed. As the pinpricks settle across their spines and their orgasms begin to fade, the two break off from their kiss panting as they look into each other's eyes. Kass gives Vizlet a peck on the shelltooth before pulling out from the yinglet's warm slit, spilling more of his seed across her crotch fluff. Kass rolls over onto his back next to Vizlet, still trying to catch his breath. The human holds out a hand to the yinglet, she takes it and climbs up onto his stomach, laying her head down on his chest. Vizlet runs a finger around Kass chest, staring longingly into the human's face, still floating in the afterglow of her orgasm.
I am going to go out on a limb and say I am not the first human you've ever been with" said Kass breaking the silence "No, your not" said Vizlet with a saddened face, "In my younger years as an apprentice I went at it wizh a human or two. Neizher of zhem were very memorable. Zhey fucked me like I was a piece of furniture, like I wasn't real"
"I am sorry to hear that Viz...So... how was I? I wasn't like that to you? Was I?" said Kass brushing a hand along the side of Vizlet's face Vizlet takes Kass's hand in her own and rubs her cheek against it with a slight smile, "Of course you weren't Kass. You were so loving and giving. You're zhe best I've ever had"
"So the 'mighty' cock gets Vizlet's seal of approval?" says Kass with a snirk Vizlet gives a light chuckle, "Yes, I judge your cock worzhy of zhe title 'mighty'" Both of them break out into a light laugh before Vizlet falls away into another sullen worried look.
Kass...whats going to become of us?" says Vizlet in a sad tone "Huh? What do you mean?" says Kass surprised "I know zhis was just some sort of 'back to being a man' filled fling. Zhere's zhousands of human woman out zhere. You can't possibly want to be wizh some old yinglet" said Vizlet tracing her finger around Kass's chest even faster. Kass lays there thinking for a couple seconds before speaking, "I'd be lying to you if I said I didn't want to be with a human woman but I'd also be lying to you if I said what we just did wasn't meaningful and beautiful to me" Vizlet's ears perk up as she begins to rub one of them nervously, "You couldn't mean zhat" Kass reaches up his hands and takes Vizlet's own, entwining his large fingers in-between her small ones.
Your beautiful, smart, well-spoken, know what you want, and are a loving leader. Yinglet or not, I find that all very attractive. I find everything about you attractive Vizlet" says Kass looking into Vizlet's embarrassed face "Zhank you Kass...Your too kind. I find you attractive too" Vizlet says blushing "Well I hope you do, we just fucked after all" says Kass with a chuckle Vizlet chuckles aswell before turning to a concerned look, "What's going to happen wizh you and Viracriox now zhat your not a yinglet?"
"Ehh, I am not too worried about it. Even though I am back to the way I was, I still spent all that time as a yinglet. I am still the closest thing he'll get to a yinglet diplomat. Which means he'll still be sending me out here for missions and checking up on the enclave's status. Which means..." Says Kass leaning up to peck a kiss on Vizlet's shelltooth, "We will still be able to spend plenty of time together"
"Time togezher?" says Vizlet twirling a lock of hair around a finger "Yeah, just the two of us. A nice dinner. A long walk along the stream beds. Fucking. All that romantic stuff." Says Kass "Sounds nice Mr. Diplomat. Zhough I am fearing zhat if any ozhers found out about us zhey'd mark you a 'scav chaser'" said Vizlet "I am not a scav chaser, I am a Vizlet chaser" said Kass before leaning up and planting a full tongued kiss on the yinglet As they broke the embrace Vizlet giggled, "'Vizlet chaser', you can be so cheesy sometimes Kass"
"What? Did you not like it?" said Kass grinning Vizlet runs a small hand down the side of Kass's face, "I loved it"
"Good, I spent a lot of time on it", said Kass Vizlet reaches her left foot down and grabs Kass's flaccid shaft as she begins to stroke it up and down. The member quickly becomes hard in her foot's grasp as Vizlet shoots a lustful eye at Kass.
So diplomat, are you ready for round two?"