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   PICS
   m-da s-tarou artist for catgirl pics
   Anything good in hitomaru?
   maybe moonshell
   maybe iris_action
   name the town? make sure you mention the shoulder throughout to bring
things full circle?
   maybe mention her village a lot, her memories there, since it ends
there?
   FERA
   12
   dextrous, catlike abilities
   delicate pointed canines when her mouth open
   tail
   hiss
   slightly pointed nails
   collar, no bell
   rest smooth skin of a little 12-year-old girl
   FUR
   upper butt, around tail, up to a pointed peak at the bottom of her spine
   sides of thighs, striped pleasingly
   fuzzy ears
   innocent-ish demeanor and spirit, but promiscuous.  Genuinely
good-hearted.  Has a sense of shame, degraded by Stephan.
   cream and orange with dark highlights, like a fox
   Randy Jackal FELIS
   in town New Kithria
   no personal property
   many tribes
   Fera from JETH'A, sweeping mountains, wide valleys
   small villages, maybe a dozen. JAC
   Jacqueline, 12,
   blue eyes
   blonde hair to breasts
   enjoys horseback riding
   friendly, slightly shy
   flawless skin, no marks or scars
   petite( Request from "a z"s email).
   white staff, sapphire a'sham
   UNIFORM
   armwraps of filmy white, thin band of jewelled golden metal lining the
upper edge,
   lower half trailed past the wrist into a half-glove
   diaphonous top, golden metal edging on top, filigree, ruby between
breasts
   skirt has gold braces over each hip
   hanging panel of light, sheer cloth down to ankles each side
   panties, edged and stichted gold patterns, sapphire connectors to braces
   jewelled stud belly button
   sandals of allocite
   Kanlain-boys name? Fera has dextrous, catlike abilities, elaborate. 
Hiss?
   PART1 bar, fight, wilderness, attraction PART2 les sex, squick, wolves,
taken by corpsum, escape PART3 taken by venoma, impreg, let her go, return
to village, birth, capture friends, end
   "Eeeeeere pussy!  Ey puss puss!  C'mere!"
   The filthy soldier reached out and yanked Fera's arm, clumsily trying to
pull her into his lap.  She kept her drinks steady and didn't slosh them,
giving an ingratiating smile even as she wiggled out of his drunken grip.
   "Your earss...sho pretty." Grubby fingers pawed at her hair and ears,
squeezing them painfully and making them flatten involuntarily.  Fera
managed to jerk away from the man, but a hand went up under the back of her
skirt as she turned away and grabbed her tail by the root.
   "How you get sho...furry!" The slob hiccuped and almost fell off his
stool.  "Ye gotsh hair like that all over eh?  A little pusshy wit hair
aaaall over it eh?" He laughed drunkenly at his own wit before letting her
go.
   Fera forced herself to smile again before setting the mugs of ale down
onto the table - huge steins, full of the watered-down piss that passed for
ale in Stephan's bar.  Her fingers were just big enough to get two in each
hand if she held the handles close together.  She was lucky she hadn't
spilled any on the man, but then again, the half-dozen soldiers at the
table might not have even noticed.  They already reeked of saddles and
sweat and horse dung, their boisterous laughing mixing with the general din
of the raucuos tavern.
   She gripped the edges of her skirt and smoothed them down over her hips
for the hundredth time that night as she walked back to the kitchen.  It
was far too small.  Her own skirts had always been divided in the back for
her tail, with a little tie to keep it tight - a typical Felis garment. 
Those clothes were long gone though, along with everything else she had
owned when she came to the Randy Jackal.  The city hadn't been kind. 
Stephan had given her a rumpled skirt and a loose top that barely hung down
over her breasts when she started working here, along with sandals and a
comfortable collar.  She had drawn the line at the bell though.  She should
have been grateful, she supposed, that she could finally trade up from the
tattered scraps she had shown up in to the waitress' clothing, however
skimpy.  Stephan had been skeptical that the 12-year-old catgirl that
showed up at the doorstep of his bar one morning would be good for much of
anything, but once she had given him a taste of her skills he had been a
lot more enthusiastic.  The interview had been pleasant enough - she really
did like humans, even if they could be rough, and Stephan had seemed like a
nice enough man at first.
   She realized her tail was lashing, and tried to stop it, to relax so her
tail didn't stiffen and raise the skirt in the back.  More fun for the
customers, probably.  That's why Stephan wouldn't give her a more
appropriate skirt.  He had grumbled and used money as an excuse when she
asked, but she knew the real reason.  The long, furry tail that marked the
Felis race was rooted in the fur at the base of her back, just above her
buttcheeks.  It was uncomfortable to wear a human's skirt below her tail,
and if she wore the waist above it, well, that just left a nice invitation
for someone to sneak a hand in and cup the skin of her butt or feel her
pussy.
   Not that she usually minded.  Her race's reputation for promiscuity was
well-earned, and she usually liked to return such offers in kind,
especially if the guy was handsome.  Tonight was different though - tension
had been slowly climbing in the city for weeks.  All she had to do was
prick up her ears any night of the week and listen to the rumors milling
about the tavern: the city guardsmen whispered to each other over their
beer, talking in hushed tones: things moving about the countryside, big
things, evil things.  Some farmer's daughters and wives had disappeared. 
Sluts, the guardsmen assured each other, probably run off with their
lovers, but some of the more ominous gossip whispered another word:
Monsters.
   Grub, the fat cook, shoved a plate of chicken and greens at her through
the window, and another with biscuits and muddy gravy.  He never really
talked, never said a word to anyone.  Least of all Fera.  Sullen, grumpy,
irritable - Grub was a uniquely sour blend of all three, but even he seemed
more tense than usual.  She had sucked his cock one slow evening a week
back, hoping it would improve his mood, but surliness seemed a baked-in
part of the cook's disposition.
   Taking a deep breath, Fera pushed back through the doors to the main
room.  The city had closed its gates today and announced a curfew, and
tonight everyone seemed just a bit on edge.  Fera didn't know anything
about monsters.  They were some problem far away in the central and
southern regions of Teleria.  Nothing ever happened up here in the rural
hills of the northern reaches.  ~~~problem, she doesn't know what crags
are?,mentioned later~~~She had seen a Crag once, watched the grey mouth so
perfectly camoflauged into the rock open up and snatch a squirrel with its
long, thin tongue and drag it into its body underground.  She had told some
soldiers and they dispatched it and that had been the end of it.  Monsters
didn't seem like anything to make a big fuss over.
   Maybe it was something else, Fera thought, as she brought the plates to
two of the tavern's regulars at a small table.  Young men, boys really,
good-looking, apprentices at a smithy judging by their biceps.  They always
came in twice a week to watch Dalia, the flirty little girl who sang and
danced and played some human instrument with five strings that Fera didn't
know.  That girl was a delight, slender and pretty and always smiling with
a wide-eyed expression of innocence even as she sang songs pregnant with
sexual hints and double entendre for the men who came in.  Fera had bedded
her her first week in the tavern and found the little 13-year-old was still
a shy virgin.  She relished showing her the thrills she could have with her
own body.
   But Fera hadn't seen Dalia all week, and the two boys were gloomy,
missing their usual entertainment.  A pair of guards had come by yesterday,
asked Stephan a few questions, but he didn't know any more than they did.
Fera's sensitive ears had picked up one of the men muttering about
"squelches" as they walked away, but she didn't know what they were. 
Hopefully not a gang.  Fera was quite fond of the little human girl and
didn't want to see her caught up in anything dangerous.
   The boys nodded to her and tucked into their food without much cheer. 
Maybe she could give them a discount, cheer them up the right way.  She'd
ask Marcus.  Apprentices didn't usually have much coin.  Usually the offers
went the other way: a few coppers for a quick show, silver for touching and
a quick wank, gold for a man to get every piece of Fera to himself in the
back room for half an hour.  Stephan kept it all and only paid her a paltry
stipend every week.  She didn't mind that either, really.  She hadn't come
to the human lands to make money.
   "Pssst," Fera arched her hips to the side and leaned against the table
to get their attention.  "You boys keep looking so down," she purred, "and
I might just have to do something about it." She coaxed the nearest boy's
hand onto the furry patch of her hip and wiggled just slightly, encouraging
him to have a feel where the silky hair tapered off to the smooth skin of
her belly and chest.  "I hate to see such handsome guys looking so glum. 
Breaks my heart." She bit her lip and let her ears droop sadly.  "But if
you need anything to feel better, anything at all..." She leaned down,
letting the loose top drape forward just enough to give a slight view of
her smooth breasts and the wispy fuzz nestled in her cleavage.  "You boys
just let me know."
   They smiled and assured her they would.  Fera loved that smile.  Men
were easy to please, and she loved doing it.  She might end up doing it a
lot tonight, she thought, as she turned around and surveyed the tables,
seeing who needed what.  All men tonight: guards and soldiers and
craftsmen, spending their pitiful earnings to drink away their worries. 
Her eyes caught the muted worry in their faces, her nose smelled the
surging hormones rushing just beneath the surface: nervous and horny, not a
great combination for a crowd.  Dalia would have soothed them, lulled them
with song and given them some kind of outlet for their passions, even if it
was just jerking off in the back alley.  The brothels must be closed from
the curfew.
   She whisked out more plates from the kitchen, platters of cheese and
bread and sausage, duck, chicken, carrots, sandwiches of pulled beef with
spicy sauce.  Grub may have been sour but his food never was.  She spun
between the busy tables, taking advantage of her small size, sometimes
giving the reaching hands a taste of flesh and fur, sometimes twirling away
teasingly with catlike grace.  The pork kebabs almost went flying when a
hulking veteran with scars and bulging muscles suddenly pushed his chair
back and reached across the table to grab his companion, yelling angrily at
some insult.  Fera shifted and ducked, spinning deftly to steady the plate
of food before sliding it onto the customer's table and going back for more
drinks.
   These man drank like horses.  Their table was already slick with spilled
beer when Fera pulled a pitcher off her tray and slid it in front of the
same half-dozen men who had bothered her earlier - meat-headed lumps, all
tattoos and rude gestures and muscled chests bare between the dirty leather
harnesses they wore to hold all their knives.  They were even louder now,
if that were possible, one pair shouting over the results of a dice roll
and another aggressively arguing about whether it was better to have a girl
in her pussy or in her ass.  The man who had grabbed her earlier was
apparently a dogged champion of the latter.
   "Leaving sso soon?" One of the quieter soldiers at the head of the table
suddenly jerked Fera's arm.  She yelped and almost dropped the tray of
pitchers she was carrying over her head.  He pulled her close, wrapping an
arm around her waist and holding her tail with another, fondling the little
catgirl's curves.  "But we have sso many interesting thingss to discuss."
   Fera couldn't push him away while holding a tray in the air.  The sallow
man was even worse up close, a pale-skinned brute that talked with a faint
lisp that made him sound like a snake and smelled as if he had slept in a
pig's stable every night for a month.  An officer, the obvious leader of
these misfits.
   "We took a little bet misss, on whether you have human hair down there
like a good little girl, or fur like an animal.  There's ssome
disagreement, you ssee, as to which one you are."
   "Stop it." Fera struggled against the iron grip.  "You know I'm Felis.
I'm not an animal."
   "Ooooh?" A rapacious grin oozed along the man's face, and his tongue
slithered out to lick her ear.  It was divided at the end, as if it had
been cut with a knife.  "Well boyss?  Our sskinny little kitty says she iss
no beast.  Sshall we do an insspection to find out?"
   The men forgot their arguments and cheered lustily, raising their
glasses up in the air.  Their leader wasted no time, running his fingers
over her body, feeling the smooth flesh of her thighs, her bottom, her
belly, then exploring the patches of fur on her hips and tracing them
upward as they curled onto her back and tapered away to a fuzzy apex at the
bottom of her spine.
   "Stop it.  Let me go!" Fera tried to twist, keeping the tray from
spilling, but she was off-balance and had no leverage with the way he was
holding her.
   "Sso nice...." The man ran his fingers along the hem of her skirt and up
the furry patch at the small of her back.  "I knew a little girl your age
who kept ssaying the same thing once.  Soldiering iss grand work, ain't it
boys?" The men laughed and jeered.  "Farmer's daughterss can be so grateful
for our protection.  Even if they don't realize it at the time."
   Tears began to form in the corners of Fera's eyes.  Her tail was stiff,
bristling, and her ears had curled flat and stiff against her head.  These
men were awful, and it wasn't just the smell.  She wouldn't have done
anything for them even if they had paid properly.
   "Her mum weren't so grateful," sneered one of the men.  "Made a right
racket out in the barn."
   "Aye she did," laughed another.  "So much noise from that woman, 'til we
put something in her mouth to make it stop."
   The pair guffawed and high-fived each other.  Fera gasped when the man
fondling her pushed her loose top up and grabbed the tiny lumps of her
little girl breasts.
   "Ssmooth and soft.  No fur here." The man squeezed her chest painfully,
then bent to lick it, leaving slug-like trails of saliva on her skin before
catching an erect nipple and pinching it with his teeth.  "Hey boyss, she's
as good as the real thing."
   Crying, Fera tried to twist around and get his hand off her tail, but he
squeezed tight and twisted it.  She shrieked.  Pulling a Felis' tail was
incredibly painful.  He let up as soon as she slumped and stopped
struggling.  Where was Stephan?  Where was Grub?  They should be stopping
this.  The men at the other tables weren't going to interfere with six
muscled mercenaries fondling a waitress.  They just enjoyed the show.
   "One lasst thing to check, little kitten." Dirty fingers dove under her
skirt and rubbed up against her bare pussy lips.  Fera stiffened at the
touch, then cried out when when a stubby digit thrust up into her pussy.
   The tray toppled, dumping its pitchers.  Glass shattered everywhere as
they hit the floor, the wooden disc slamming onto the edge of the table and
spinning wildly as it followed.  The man let her go abruptly as angry
footsteps shook the floorboards and the door of the kitchen flew open.
   "Fera!  What the FUCK!" Stephan barked angrily at her as she backed up
and cowered in the corner, shaking and crying.  He took in the puddles of
alcohol and the shattered glass bits littering the floor.
   "Did you drop something again you little cunt?!" Rage smoldered just
under the surface of the olive-skinned man.  "What did I tell you Fera?"
   "They were hurting me!" She sobbed.  Stephan was a huge man, and he
pulled his equally huge apron off over his head and threw it down in
frustration.
   "Fera I don't give a FUCK what is happening to you as long as you don't
break the dishes!"
   The patrons looked on, indifferent, as the muscled man seethed at the
crying catgirl huddling in the corner.
   "Did she get any on you?" Stephan asked the men at the table.  The
officer swept his hand wide, showing their drenched table and damp
clothing.
   "It went on the floor!" Fera protested.  "They've been spilling beer on
themselves all night."
   "Shut up Fera," Stephan snarled.  "I've had it.  You're going to get up
there," he pointed at the little stage where Dalia sometimes performed,
"and you're going to do one of two things to make this up to the customers
you've offended: you're going to get on your hands and knees and put your
little ass in the air and let each one of them decide what to do with
it...or I'm going to let Brutus out again."
   Fera slumped in the corner, sniffling.  Stephan was getting meaner.  He
used to just tie her up for the night and do what he wanted when she
screwed up, but this thing with the dog was new.  He had taken a liking to
finding ways to degrade her.
   "Well?  Which is it?" He stomped over and grabbed her hair in a fist and
yanked her upright.  "Time to pick Fera."
   She couldn't get the words out.  Fear locked her throat up tight, eyes
rolling wildly from the leering solders to all the other customers in the
tavern: a tall man with a bandolier of throwing knives, a hunter wearing a
tunic made of pelts, a short, slender figure sitting alone at the corner
table with a hooded cloak that seemed to have rotted away in peculiar
patches, a wizened farmer with gnarled hands and a disspirited slump to his
posture - none of them would move to help her.  They listened with varying
levels of interest for her choice.  The party that had been throwing dice
in the corner was waiting, their game now forgotten.
   "HEY!" Stephan turned to survey his tavern, jerking Fera back and forth
by her hair.  "Who should fuck her?  The men or the dog?"
   Shouting broke out instantly, men hooting and calling over one another,
but the chaos eventually coalesced to a beating stomp and the cry of one
word.
   "DOG!  DOG!  DOG!  DOG!" The patrons shouted it in perfect tempo then
devolved into cheering as Stephan pulled her up by her arm and dragged her
over to the stage.  Fera slumped onto the floorboards when he let her go,
sobbing.  Stephan unbuckled his belt and pulled it out of the loops of his
pants, then bent down to wrap it under Fera's throat and pulled her head up
with it, buckling the other end to a supporting bar at knee-height near the
middle of the stage.  Then he pulled two leather ties from a shelf of
supplies by the wall, and used them to lash her wrists to the bar on either
side.  Fera wept as Stephan left and she waited on her knees, her body in
profile on the little stage with the loose wrap of her top hanging down,
revealing her tiny breasts, and her exposed pussy on display for the crowd.
It wasn't even necessary for Stephan to pull her skirt up.  Bending over
meant her tail just made it ride all the way up anyway.
   It took a minute for Stephan to get the dog from the alley.  Fera
slumped, trying to keep the belt from twisting around her throat.  She
could feel everyone's eyes on her body.  A Felis, a curiosity.  Curling
tail, fuzzy ears poking from her hair, sleek fur on her hips and above her
rump, but everywhere else with the smooth, tight little body of a
12-year-old girl.  What would her pussy feel like?  Was she as slutty as
her race's reputation said?  She could hear their murmurs, feel the eager
gazes on her bare skin.  They may not have allowed this for a human girl,
but a catgirl, well, that they could have fun with.
   The door to the kitchen thumped open as Stephan returned, leading an
enormous black mastiff by a heavy chain.  Stephan liked to joke that there
was a bit of monster in the dog, explaining the canine's hulking
musculature and unsettling gaze, but Stephan was usually full of shit about
everything.  Fera twisted her head as much as she could, meeting the
piercing gaze of those beady eyes as he was led over, straining hungrily
against the chain attached to his spiked collar once he saw the girl tied
up and on her knees.  A thick shadow jutted from his loins, bobbing eagerly
   "Ok!" he called to the room as he stepped on the stage, waving it to
silence.  "For as long as Brutus here is having fun in this worthless
little cunt, drinks are free!" The tavern erupted in wild cheers, men
stomping the wooden floor and sloshing their drinks.
   "Bottom-shelf and ales only.  Mixed-liqueurs at half," he went on, words
already drowned out by the crowd.  More patrons had come in, filling the
tavern to standing-room only.  Stephan was grinning ear to ear as he bent
and unhooked the chain from Brutus' collar.  Business had been bad recently
and Dalia hadn't been in tonight, but he'd have no end of customers after
this show.
   Fera braced herself, trying to get in a good position so she could
breathe around the belt circling her neck.  She heard the chain jingling
and the sound of Stephan giving the big dog a slap on the rump, and then
the belt slammed tight against her throat as he body was shoved by the
three hundred stones of horny animal mounting her from behind.
   Fera was tiny even by Felis standards.  Her body bent under the sudden
jolt, and she tried to keep her head up and the pressure off her neck as
the heavy weight crushed her back and the hot, panting breath washed her
cheek.  The pad of an enormous, slobbering tongue worked clumsily on the
side of her neck and against her ear, leaving gooey trails of fetid saliva.
It was a good thing he was so big that she could fit right under him, she
thought.  If he tried to put his paws against her back he would scratch it
up terribly.  Still, Brutus was not a gentle animal.  He hammered his
pelvis against her bottom clumsily, and seized her hair in his jaws to jerk
her head from side to side like she was a caught rabbit, straining the belt
against her throat.  Her eyes shut tight, watering, unable to breath, she
weathered the seconds as the massive beast bumped her thighs into the
position he wanted and maneuvered her with the muscled legs squeezing her
torso.  Finally he was satisfied, having lined his bitch up at just the
right angle, and he let up on her hair.  Fera coughed and inhaled a ragged
breath.  This was just his foreplay.  She could feel the tip of the slimy
organ trailing on her thighs, and then moving up to nestle against her
pussy as Brutus reared back.
   The powerful thrust slammed her forward again, stealing her breath with
shock.  Brutus pushed in, roughly, sinking several inches of enormous dog
cock inside, splitting her with a force that tensed every muscle in her
body with fright.  Her hands clenched reflexively and strained against the
leather.  Another slam from behind cemented the big organ further inside
her cunt, and the huge beast began a frenzied pounding motion, pelvis
slamming into her bottom like iron, pushing it forward.  Fera struggled as
the dog's excited blows jackhamered her from behind, arching her back until
she thought it would snap, strangling her against the belt lashed around
the bar behind her neck.
   Fera fought for air, fought the haziness clouding her vision and the
throbbing heat radiating from below.  She twisted her wrists, trying to
reach the belt around her neck, to push a finger between the straining
leather and her throat.  Hopeless.  Brutus didn't like her struggles.  He
clamped his thighs tight against her torso and ducked his head against the
side of her face, filling her nose with the odor of fetid dog breath.  A
wall of slobber gushed against Fera's face, trickling down her cheeks and
chin.  Teeth pricked against her ears, the threat of the powerful jaws
clearly implied.  She tried to stop fighting, and managed to arch her head
back far enough that the pressure let up and air rushed into her throat.
   With a final, powerful thump, the dog rammed the length of his cock into
her little pussy up to the bulging knot, and held stiff, enjoying her
insides.  Fera shrieked, quivering as her pussy stretched around the
massive invader.  She was used to having men inside her, even having
Stephan inside her, but Brutus was another matter entirely.  The beast was
enormous!  She had seen him more than once, erect and dripping where he was
chained up guarding the alley or the stable, watching the other dogs in the
roadway.  The red, veiny flesh was as long as her arm and the knot was
bigger than her fist.  She doubted she could have got her fingers all the
way around any part of that pulsing doggy meat.  If anything, she had
underestimated it.  Her pussy had split around the tremendous girth and was
throbbing with dull pain and the revolting, mounting excitement of the male
parts moving around inside her cunt.
   A deep growl rumbled in the canine throat on the back of her head,
vibrating her skull.  Brutus liked his little kitty bitch.  Drool was
pooling on the back of her neck from the slavering creature and running
around her neck.  The hungry prick squeezed against her pussy walls, and a
thrill of pleasure raced up Fera's spine.  Brutus pulled out slightly, and
pushed again, a slow rhythm into the little catgirl's cunt, enjoying the
sensation.  Howls and catcalls came from the tavern floor, men drinking and
cheering on the dog, making jokes about how dogs and cats do mix after all
as the beast violated the little girl on stage.
   Beating pulses of pleasure thumped through Fera's pussy, waves of
rippling animal delight radiating from the storm of thumping doggy cock in
her cunt.  Brutus was going faster now, accelerating the pace, thick meat
sliding roughly against her pussy lips as the shaft of turgid flesh railed
in and out.  Fera squeezed, tightening her thighs, feeling her pussy walls
tremble around the veiny flesh.  He felt so good.  Horny flashes thundered
into a mounting storm in her crotch, with a peal of pink lightning every
time the huge knot of the mighty organ bumped up against her pussy.  Fera
could feel herself panting, hear them both panting hungrily in time, a
growing tempo of moans and growls as the huge dog and the tiny catgirl
raced together towards orgasm.  She bucked back against him, urging him
deeper.  Juices were flowing down her legs, she realized, her own excited
fluids and the precum of the dog slipping out around the pumping motions.
Brutus built up to a rabid beat, fucking her with abandon, pounding her
pussy with erect doggy cock until Fera felt a shriek rip from her throat.
Something happened, a brief pain and an unfamiliar slippery flash that
arced to her brain and electried every cell with the roar of sudden orgasm.
A howl sounded in her ear, deafening, oppressive, Brutus thundering through
his own orgasm.  The cheering sounds of the tavern dwindled in the tempest
of Fera's ectasy, shuddering in the violent throes of passion with her
doggy lover buried inside her.  She could feel every inch, every twisting
vein of the bulging flesh inside her as it swelled and locked and erupted
with a thick flood of scalding doggy juice that flooded the tiny space of
her pussy and roared up into her womb, filling her until she felt like she
would burst from the pressure.
   Fera hung there from the bar, euphoric, breathing raggedly around the
belt on her neck with her hands dangling limply against the lashings, a
spent form under the powerful body of the dog on top of her.  A dog.  She
had fucked a dog.  The shame of it warred with the dwindling feeling of
satisfaction.  What would her sisters say if they could see her now?
   Still, it hadn't been half bad, making love to an animal.  The heat from
the goo squishing inside her seemed to radiate out, a syrupy coating of
pleasure that oozed through the muscles in her belly and legs.  She might
even do it again, she managed to admit.  But not with everyone watching
like this.  Another twitch of Brutus's legs sent sparks of pleasure
bouncing through the stuffed muscles of her pelvis.  She had never felt so
full.  Painfully full, in fact.  Her realization gave way to sudden panic.
   She jerked her hands before she remembered she was tied up, trying to
feel behind her.  She wiggled her hips instead, confirming her horror.
   "Stephan!" She sputtered, spotting him grinning at her as he leaned
against the corner of the stage.  "Get him off me!"
   "Already?  But it was such a good show, Fera." He leered at her as he
walked over and bent down, inspecting the spot where the dog was connected
to the little girl.
   "Yup." He stood up again.  "Looks like you might be there for a while.
Maybe you'll think twice about breaking the dishes next time."
   Fera slumped again.  The bulging fist of the dog's knot stuck inside her
was apparent now.  She was trapped, locked to the horny canine, his prick
keeping the copious deposit of warm doggy sperm stopped up inside his bitch
where it belonged.
   "'Ey, fill 'er up!  More free drinks!" Some of the men laughed, thumping
their empty mugs on the table.  Stephan whirled around.
   "He's finished.  It's back to regular price now."
   "Wot?!" The filthy man squawked and spit.  "'e ain't done yet!" He
pointed at Fera and Brutus.  "Still havin' fun wit' that little cunt 'e
is!"
   Fera shut out the argument about whether her being locked to the big dog
technically meant he was "done" fucking her or not, but she couldn't lock
away the sensations of the mammoth prick jammed so tightly into her pussy.
Brutus kept shifting, moving his legs, and each twitch sent another thrill
rippling through her body.  He was so big that each tiny movement pulled at
her hips and burst into flaring pleasure that spun around the strained
walls of her cunt in wild spasms.  Heavy panting roiled in her ear, the the
long tongue dangled happily just to the side of her vision, dripping with
slobber.
   More patrons had come in, she sensed, filling the room to the brim,
everyone wanting a look at the spectacle of a kitten fucked silly by one of
the biggest and proudest specimens that doggy-kind had to offer.  It all
happened far away for Fera.  The tiny jerks were mounting into a growing
tide that swept her along and washed out everything but the enormous shaft
of meat pushing at her pussy walls.  Her fingers tightened into fists, her
head jerked against the thick leather of the belt, and she shrieked another
mewling cry into air as another orgasm crashed through her quivering body
and exploded in her brain, obliterating the noisy room, the rows of
cheering patrons, and leaving only the tight sensations choking her neck
and throbbing against her cervix in the depths of her tortured cunt.
   Fera wasn't sure how many more times she came from the doggy dick
crammed inside her.  The minuted dragged into hours, and patrons came and
went as the night deepened outside.  More cum had flooded into her several
times, the warm, gooey movement an unmistakable pleasure.  Dog slobber
coated her back, her neck, running copiously down the sides of her face
until the musky fluid dribbled along her lips and dripped off her chin.
   She had just shuddered her way through another climax and was purring in
a happy idle when she felt the sudden pop of Brutus' deflating knot
slipping out of her pussy.  Her agonized cunt muscles finally relaxed and
the strained lips of her pussy gripped the slippery red flesh as it slowly
withdrew, and Fera collapsed onto the wooden floor when the bonds around
her wrists and neck finally let go.
   Coughing, rubbing the bruises on her throat, she looked down, trying to
figure out if her belly was really swelling as much as it had felt like
from the gallons of dog sperm that had been poured into her and sealed up
tight.  She could feel the mess oozing out of her genitals, running down
her butt and legs into a sopping puddle on the stage.  Brutus had flooded
her with enough cum to birth a thousand pups.  Stephan had chained his
collar again and was leading him away, the big dog thumping his tail
happily against the table legs.  He had enjoyed his bitch thoroughly.
   Her crotch was sore.  Her thighs were sore.  Her back was sore.  Black
dog fur was tangled with her own on her hips and back.  She got to her feet
slowly, muscles aching in protest, and tried to straighten the ragged skirt
and the meager wrap over her breasts.  Thick, white batter was running down
her legs, but she ignored it.  It seemed all of the patrons had already
left.  The streetlamps burned a line of lurid orange spots in the inky
darkness of the street outside the window.  It was past closing time. 
Stephan had left her tied up all night.
   "Fera!" Stephan barked at her as he came back into the common room. 
"Grub's already cleaned up in the kitchen, so wipe the tables and sweep up.
And try not to get dog cum all over the floor, for god's sake."
   Fera nodded meekly, and tried not to shrink as he stalked over and
looked down at her.  "Once you're done, get the delivery from Stone's. 
Then come up to bed." Stephan surveyed her for a minute, scornful gaze
creeping from the head to the toes of the little girl's body from his
overpowering height.  He gripped her chin in his big hand and forced her to
look up.  Almost an armsbreadth higher, twice her weight or more - Stephan
was a massive man.  Not fat, just...big, as if the gods had fashioned an
oversized frame by accident and piled on muscle until it was close enough
to a human shape.  He was big everywhere.
   "And don't wash before you come up," he finished, letting her chin drop
and then turning and stomping into the back hallway with the stairs that
led up to the tiny room they shared together.
   Fera shuddered as he left.  She was much too sore for his usual
attention, but saying no wasn't an option.  Maybe she could get him to let
her off with just a blowjob, she thought, as she wiped the tables and swept
the floor.  Hopefully he wouldn't tie her up again.  If she dropped another
tray, who knew what he would do to her next?
   She finished cleaning and left through the backdoor in the kitchen,
emerging into the dark alley behind the Randy Jackal.  An owl hooted
invisibly from the rooftops above.  Brutus would be sleeping in his
doghouse near the stable at the far end.  She went the other way, turning
left down another narrow passage.  Stone, the butcher who supplied them,
had a hand-cart of packed meat on ice ready for them every night.  Fera was
usually the one to get it, and the sacks from the grocer, bringing them all
back so they had food stocked in the kitchen for the next day.
   There were no lamps in the alley, but Fera didn't need them.  To anyone
watching, the catgirl's eyes would have gleamed brightly in the darkness.
The night hid nothing from her, not the rotting wood and crumbling plaster
of the dilapidated buildings or the piles of rancid trash scattered
everywhere.  A huge Rattus perched on one such pile as she approached, the
feral rodent as large as her head and hunched over as it bared its teeth
menacingly.  She hissed at it and it scampered off into the darkness.
   The aching and itching from her pussy thwarted her attempts to ignore
them.  A thin runner of dog semen was trickling out and winding its way
down her leg as she walked.  She still felt a bit lightheaded, hazy from
the steam of constant orgasms from the thick doggy cock that had been
plugged inside her all evening.  Brutus had overwhelmed her senses for
hours, the heavy panting in her ears washing out the sounds of the tavern,
the puddles of drool trickling slowly down her neck and cheeks and mixing
with her own saliva.  Every minute detail of his hefty dog prick had been
imprinted on her, she mused.  That's what having a dog locked to you did.
She could almost still feel the thrilling curve of his bulging sausage
pressing against her pussy walls, feel the beat of the veins that ran just
under the surface and the tiny flaring red tip at the end that had tickled
her cervix repeatedly.
   She shook her head, chasing away the fevered memories, and tried to pay
attention to her surroundings.  Her twitching ears couldn't help but pick
up the nighttime activities in the buildings around her: humans moving
about, talking, sometimes shouting and arguing or making love.  Not much
escaped a Felis's senses.  She desperately wished she could turn off her
nose though, could ignore the fetid bouquet of offal and rotting trash that
lingered in the stagnant air of the alley with an almost palpable oiliness.
   The aroma clogged her nose so badly that she didn't smell the scent of
human until she had walked out into the alley crossing and saw him sitting
on a barrel, blocking her way and calmly picking his teeth with his dagger.
More humans were leaning on the walls down the other exits, and another
stepped out of a doorway behind her when she turned around.
   "Oh um...er..." Fera shrunk as the men casually advanced, hemming her
in. "Can you uh...show me the direction to the uh...quarter barracks?  My
friend's a captain there.  He'll be mad if I'm late to meet with him."
   They had come close enough that the frail moonlight illuminated their
faces: the men from the bar, the party that had treated her so rudely.  The
one that had been grabbing her was the one standing directly in her path,
leering down at her.
   "You have no friendss tonight, little pussy." He strolled casually
forward, towering over her, letting her see the double row of sharp knives
sheathed in the leather harness that crossed his naked chest.  Fera cowered
back in fear.  He was brandishing the knife he had been using to pick his
teeth, playing with it, making sure she could see the fine edge in the
moonlight.
   "Let me go!" She turned and bumped face-first into the belly of the man
behind her.  He grabbed her hair and wrist, fingers gripping like iron
shackles, and jerked them painfully behind her back.  He turned her back
around.
   "Tssk, tssk, tssk," the man clicked.  "Animalss like you don't get to
give orders.  You owe us ssomething, little kitty." He bent down in front
of her face.  The foul breath of sour eggs and beer made Fera turn her head
in disgust.
   "Watching that dog fuck you was a grand sshow, but you still need to
make things up to uss.  Personally." The lascivious grin spreading on his
face revealed double rows of blackened teeth.  "Garth and Rashad have some
disagreement about whether a catgirl'ss best place is her pussy or her
asshole.  Be a good little pet and help them decide."
   She kicked at his face and tried to run.  The cruel grip on her hair
yanked her back bodily, then jerked her head tight and wrenched her arm
painfully behind her back.  She struggled, head pulled back and chin in the
air, but it was like pushing against a tree trunk.
   "Fuck!" The snake-like man hocked and spit blood.  "You little cunt." He
put the knife to her exposed throat.  "Just for that, we're going to give
you a little sshave before we're done." He tapped the knife against her
hip. "Ssee if you're nice and pink under that fur.  Then we'll shave this
too." He traced the blade along the edge of her scalp and sliced away a
lock of stray hair.  "But first..."
   Fera heard the sounds of unbuckling as the unyielding hands forced her
down onto her knees in the muck.  A thick shaft of unwashed meat slapped
her in the face, and she coughed from the stench - the man was waving a
short, fat little knob of grimy flesh against her nose and lips.  It had to
have been years since he bathed.  Maybe never.
   His fist wrenched her hair back, making her look up at his lecherous
gaze.  "Come on puss puss," he teased, sliding the oily glans around her
lips.  "Be a good little pussy." Fera tried to hold back the tears.  This
was the bottom of the barrel for her.  Men had been so nice to her when she
first travelled into human lands.  She had never met one, so everything
about them had been a pleasant surprise.  The nice little farmboy with the
brown hair had taken her virginity in a barn, and his father had also come
around quickly after that.  She had enjoyed the pleasant days earning her
keep on the farm and trying to get what she came for during the nights. 
The farmer's blind wife had eventually caught on and chased her away with a
broom, screaming, but it was ok.  She had met a new man almost every night
as she travelled the villages: some polite, some shy, but all with their
own unique and delicious flavor.  She wanted what they had to give.  The
widowed mayor had been extra kind to her, showing her how to ride his
horses, laughing and encouraging her even as she held the beast's mane in a
terrified grip.  It had been exhilirating.  She stayed with him for weeks.
   But the city was different.  It was the first time she had tasted
cruelty.  She couldn't just love and be loved.  The hardening prick slapped
her in the face again, demanding her attention, and she shut her eyes
against the tears and opened her mouth.
   The taste was as bad as the smell.  Her ears flattened and her throat
twitched as the turgid flesh pushed in, and she tried not to wretch.  He
was huge, much too big to fit comfortably in her mouth, but if she could
just get him off maybe he would leave her alone.  She went to work with her
tongue, slipping it around and under the glans, tapping against the little
hole at the end, stretching her jaw to the limit and sucking at the warm
meat until the heady aroma filled her sinuses and began to fog her brain
with lusty fumes.  Fingers jerked in her hair, and she complied, bobbing up
and down on the fat shaft, working it past her tongue, cheeks hollow as she
lavished hungry suction on the turgid prick.
   "Ey boyss this little pussy's got a mouth on her," he jeered.  The men
belted out filthy laughter, and she felt more hands travelling the
periphery of her body, rubbing her thighs, darting under the little hanging
scrap of her top for a quick squeeze of her breasts.  They were waiting
their turn though.  The snake man was pushing harder now, panting with
delight as the little 12-year-old catgirl bobbed on his dick in the dirty
alley.  He was swelling up, pulling harder on her hair, the lumpy end of
his tool flaring to an engorged mushroom that butted the back of her tiny
throat.  Fera surrendered control and let him yank her head eagerly, lips
gliding over the sloppy juices that coated his shaft, jabbing the fat cock
farther and farther into the warmth of her mouth until it butted up against
the tiny tunnel of her throat.  She could smell his precum now, the salty
tang finally overriding the putrid taste that lingered on her tongue.  She
embraced it, lost herself in it, in the enticing sensation of male potency
dripping inside her.  Her fingers dropped from his thighs and ducked under
her skirt, seeking the inflamed slit.  Wild sparks surged up when she ran
her fingers along the lips of her dripping crotch, exploding like fireworks
in the thumping, pounding tempo of the hot prick ramming into her mouth and
jolting her skull with each violent slam against the back of her throat. 
The snake man fucked her mouth with wild abandon, carrying Fera along in
the crashing waves until the bulging tip thrust forward and buried itself
in her throat and the savory meat swelled to its apex.  Molten pleasure
gushed suddenly into her throat, a scalding syrup that ignited her brain
with wild explosions as her climax surged through her body.  Tail straight
and stiff, ears quivering, she kept her head impaled on the fiery prick as
it erupted into her throat, swallowing desperately, trying not to cough
from the curling pubic hairs tickling her nose and chin, or the itching
sensation of waves of semen squirting down her bruished throat and
trickling into her belly.
   The thick taste and full sensation ended abruptly, and cold night air
flooded her esophagus as the snake man jerked her head back and wrenched
her head upward to look at him.
   "What a good little pussy you are." He sneered.  Fera swallowed
crookedly, trying to catch her breath.  "Swallowed it all.  Better than
most farmer's daughters at least." He shoved her back onto her heels.  "All
yours boys."
   Several pairs of hands grabbed her everywhere at once.  Fera shrieked,
but a mighty slap rang her head like a bell and made her vision double for
an instant.  She was being lifted up, pulled apart.  No, just her clothes.
Stray semen bubbled from her lips and she coughed again, dizzy, trying to
clear her aching throat.  A hand pulled at the dirty rag of her hanging
top, easily yanking it off, and another pair swooped in to clutch her
breasts painfully.  Her skirt was thicker, but the men made short work of
it with their knives.  She cried out again, but they turned her over and
ignored her.  As stupid as it was, the skirt was the only thing that had
ever really been hers.  Felis didn't keep personal property.  She didn't
have time to dwell on it though, as she was dumped on something soft and
her legs were pulled clumsily apart.
   Filthy fingers wiped the tears from her eyes.  She opened them.  The
soldiers had found a tarp and she was sprawled over one of the men who was
laying on his back.  He leered fiendishly at her and grabbed at her ears,
feeling the soft fur, then trailed down to grab her tits.  She could feel
his erect prick already sliding against her bare slit.  Another set of
fingers curled in her hair and jerked her head upwards, to be greeted by
another bulging erection pointing like a log at her nose.  It tapped her
lips and slammed in, without waiting, the snap of her neck bringing tears
to her eyes again.  The cock slithering against her privates lined up at
her tunnel and thrust in just as rudely.  They were both so big!  The
muscles around her holes ached painfully, the 12-year-old mouth and cunt
split wide open around the men's pricks.  Fera was jostled back and forth
violently, her tiny form struggling uselessly against the powerful men.  An
unfamiliar sensation poked brazenly at her bottom, and Fera had only a
brief moment to realize what was happening before a third cock shoved
itself right into her ass.  She screamed, the sound a pitiful meow around
the heavy meat in her mouth, as her anal virginity was ripped away.
   Slammed crazily from 3 directions, her body jerked erratically until the
men established a rhythm with the little catgirl, thrusting in her mouth,
slamming into her pussy, cramming dry into the spasming hole of her anus.
Dizzy waves rocked her from every direction, a pounding storm that battered
and capsized the girl into a roiling sea of fiery pleasure radiating from
every hole in her body.  She screamed again.  Her fingers curled into
fists. Her legs shook frantically.  The pounding cycle pulled her upwards
as the soldier underneath thrust into her pussy, the bare shaft in her
asshole slapping forward an instant later and impaling her on the pistoning
cock in her mouth, which slapped her back to do it again.  The three storms
fed each other and mounted into a wild hurricane of lust in her belly that
drove everything before it.  She pushed back.  She slammed down on the
thick cock.  She stretched her jaw as wide as it could go to welcome the
delicious prick in her mouth.  Even the pain in her twitching ass was
overpowered by the raw current of blinding ecstasy that fountained up and
shattered her senses into a spinning constellation of whirling ecstasy. 
Thick, pounding cocks slammed into the little girl everywhere, and every
muscle and cell in her body seized up with blinding rapture as her orgasm
bounced like a shooting star through her body, trapped between the trio of
orifices being so rapturously filled.
   Heavy delirium swirled her brain like soup.  Cum, on her tongue, in her
throat.  On her face.  She could feel it in her pussy, feel it leaking from
her puckered sphincter and down her legs.  She licked her lips and pooled
the taste in her mouth, mewling, a kitten dabbing up her cream.  Rough
hands shoved her face to the wet ground, and reality slammed in on the
tapering tail of her orgasm as she suddenly remembered where she was.
   Fera cried into the slimy muck of the alley.  She wanted them to stop.
It wasn't supposed to be like this, when a Felis walked her Journey.  Her
skin and fur were covered in muddy filth and the splattered deposits of cum
from the men around her.  More hands probed in, followed by pushing cocks,
thrusting into her body as she wept.  Just a worthless little catgirl, a
nobody, a stray, a furry little cunt to be raped in an alley and discarded.
That was all she was to these humans.
   "Eeey little pushy pushy," the drunken breath of another of the soldiers
swirled against her neck.  "Yer little pushy feel so good...hic!" He was on
top of her, thrusting away, drooling depredations in her ear.  "You like
human cock better than doggy cock?  Do you, little pushy?" He punctuated
his questions with a pair of forceful slams against her bottom.  "Say it.
Say you like human cock in yer pushy..."
   His fist curled in her hair and pulled her face up from the mud.
   "I...I like...," she sobbed.  Maybe they'd let her go if she said it. 
"I like human cock."
   He pushed her face down and ground it in sludge, then pulled her back
up.
   "Where do you like it?"
   "In...in my...pussy," she cried.
   She could feel his cock swelling up, on the verge of eruption, squeezing
the slippery walls of her tiny pussy painfully.  Why were they all so big?
Her cunt throbbed from the abuse it had suffered.  Everything did.
   "Let her go."
   Fera almost didn't hear the small voice over the sounds of excited
grunting and her own weeping.  Wood tapped on wood, getting the men's
attention.
   "I said, let her go."
   As one, the entire grouped looked over disbelievingly at the small,
hooded figure standing defiantly in the moonlight of the alley.
   "The fuck?" Snake-man snarled.  "Bugger off you little sshit."
   The figure shrugged calmy, as if it had expected this outcome.  Fera's
ears twitched nervously, the man having halted with his cock thrust deep
inside her.  With the one eye not pressed into the dirt, she could see the
stranger pull out a short staff from behind their back, something
glittering at the end.
   "GET EM!" Snake-man shrieked.  The whirling sound of a sling above Fera
was followed by a rock shooting straight out at the figure.  It smashed
against a barrier that crackled with purple light just a few feet in front
of the diminutive figure.  Fera saw the staff twirl in slender hands, and
her eyes went white as a bolt of lightning crackled out from the end and
hurtled into the air above Fera.  She heard a meaty thump and the sound of
a body crashing into rotting barrels, and smelled the tinge of cooked
flesh.
   "FUCK!" The heavy hand on Fera's head lifted as the man on top of her
pulled out and toppled back onto his butt.  "A MAGE!" Someone screamed. 
"Fucking KILL HER!"
   A trio of shadowed forms charged the tiny figure, who stood defiantly
holding her staff in front of her.  Fera coughed out a mouthful of mud and
watched as a flourish of the staff left a cylinder of twirling discs of fog
spinning in the air.  One of the men ran headlong into it, and screamed as
wild sprays of blood arced out where the razor-sharp rings of compressed
air met his flesh.  Purple light coalesced in an instant, illuminating the
face of the hooded figure, and Fera gasped: it was just a girl, her own
age. The light lanced out, twisting and curling unnaturally as though
dipping into the coiled reaches of hidden spaces hidden from mortal eyes.
It enveloped the second man and his body froze in mid-jump with his club
held over his head.  The purple aura suffused his skin, shining with an
unearthly glow.
   The third slashed wildly with his dagger, and the girl ducked and spun
away.  He turned, lightning fast, and jumped at her again, grabbing at the
edge of the flimsy burlap cloak, barely catching it.  Unable to use her
staff in such close quarters, she jerked and tried to roll away, but the
long reach of the man's backhand caught her on the cheek and she lost her
footing, twisting around and slamming into a stack of loose pallets as she
fell.
   Trying to banish the taste of cum and filth from her mouth and the
aching in her muscles, Fera crawled to her hands and knees.  Had to help,
had to do something.  Had to get away.  She didn't know what was going on.
She looked up and saw one of the last two men raising a shortbow and
pointing it at the slumped figure of the girl.
   "LOOK OUT!" She shrieked, tail stiffening with fright.
   "Aaaagh!" The girl rolled at the last second, but screamed anyway.  Fera
could see a bright line of blood across her bare shoulder.  The rotting
cloak was disentigrating even further.  The girl rolled to her feet and
smashed the man in the stomach with her staff, then grabbed his hair when
he doubled over and drew the dagger in wide smile across his throat.  His
scream came out gargled as blood poured down his bare chest.
   She wasted no time.  A sweep of her staff, and a green shimmer filled
the air of the alley, illuminating the struggle.  Fera felt the fur on her
ears and her hips tingle with unknown power, like they sometimes did when
walking on a rich carpet.  A unheard vibration thrummed through the
atomsphere, as if reality itself was drawing back for a massive blow.  She
gawked as the girl slowly floated into the air, a look of fury on her face
as she trailed the edge of her staff in a complicated pattern.  The green
deepened to blue, then purple, then a malevolent crimson that lit the
twisting smile on the floating mage's face with deadly menace.
   One of the remaining men shrieked and ran, throwing down his club and
running like the Abyss itself was at his heels.
   "Get her!" The snake-man grabbed the shoulder of his last remaining
underling and shoved him forward.  "There's a bounty on mages!  The
monsters will pay us enough for a year's drink!"
   White motes began to flicker in the air, wisps of crackling power that
flared around the girl as her spell mounted.  Her clothing was coming apart
- the burlap cloak divided in chaotic lines and fell away in pieces,
revealing the young girl's shining figure.  The man looked uncertainly at
her, then steeled his courage and charged.  With a gesture of her staff,
the motes flared brightly and slammed together into three balls of blinding
energy that shot forward.  Fera shielded her eyes.  The man's head simply
ceased to exist as it collided with one of the white orbs, the shadow of
his body slumping to the ground with a cauterized wound where his neck used
to be.  The other orb smashed into the purple field holding the frozen
soldier, fracturing into a multitude of blinding white swirls that crackled
and darted haphazardly in the air before dissipating.  Fera squeezed her
sensitive eyes shut against the light, and heard the body fall to the
ground, unmoving.  Heat burned her face and she smelled burning fur.  Her
tail was smoking.  She twisted around in the mud and grabbed it with both
hands, mewling with fear, just in time to see the snake-man fleeing down
the alley in terror.  The last orb followed close behind, seeking his head,
filling the air with a painful shriek as it closed in.  She saw his
silohuette dive to the side at the last moment, and then shut her eyes
against the blinding blast as the magic collided with a plaster wall at the
corner of the alley.
   Fera lay curled on the dirt, tail wrapped protectively around her and
shaking in terror until she heard light footsteps next to her and felt a
small hand on her shoulder.
   "It's ok.  They're gone." The young girl's voice was a soothing whisper.
"But we have to go.  We can't stay here."
   The sounds of a crackling blaze and yelling men from the street reached
her ears.  Fera opened her eyes and saw that the building at the corner of
the alley was ablaze, orange flames curling up the wall and licking at the
eaves.
   "I didn't actually mean to do that." The girl nodded toward the mounting
blaze.  "But it's hard to control sometimes.  We can't stay here.  We need
to go before the guards arrive."
   Fera stared up in awe.  The girl was beautiful.  Slender, petite, with a
lustrous sheen of blonde hair spilling down just past her shoulders.  Her
bare skin glimmered in the orange firelight, the young girl almost naked,
wearing only a fascinating uniform of skimpy white cloth fixed to
adornments of bejewelled golden metal.  Fera had never seen anything so
marvelous.  Translucent white fabric draped almost to her feet from the
metallic braces on her hips, and the same cloth wrapped her lower arms and
legs and stretched over her flat breasts and crotch, doing almost nothing
to conceal them.  The pair of pink nipples under the cloth would have been
visible even to those without Fera's immaculate vision, as would the bare
pink lips of her pussy peeking shyly between her legs.  The cloak seemed to
have rotted away by itself.  Only a tattered ring of brown cloth ringed the
girl's shoulders, and even that looked like it might dissolve into the air
at any moment.
   "What...was that..." Fera looked back and forth between the fire and the
girl, stuttering.  "Wh-who...are you?"
   "Come on." The girl yanked Fera's wrist impatiently, urging her to her
feet.  "I'll be in a great deal of trouble if we stay here.  Mages aren't
supposed to kill people." She looked around at the bloody corpses in the
alley and muttered.  "...as if that mattered now."
   She had to get back, Fera thought dizzily, as she got to her feet. 
Stephan would wonder where she was.  But...  She shook her head.  No, she
could never go back to the Randy Jackal.  Being fucked by Brutus would be
paradise compared to what those men would do if they came back.  Meekly,
she let the mage lead her by the hand and out onto the darkened street. 
The night cloaked them both, hiding the body of the little mage girl and
her own nakedness from the few men still on the streets.  Cum was still
trickling down Fera's thighs and out of her asshole as they walked, and she
couldn't get the smell of blood out of her nose.  More deposits of semen
had dried to a gunky mess on the fur around her tail.  It hurt to walk, but
she kept going, following the mage, trying to wipe away the tears that
brimmed in the corners of her eyes.
   ~*~
   "I'm Jacqueline," the girl finally said, answering Fera's unasked
question as they sat on opposite sides of the fire in the center of their
campsite.  "Mage of the 5th Order.  Well," she smirked.  "Mage-errant now,
I guess."
   "Oh." The word hung stupidly in the air as Fera looked back and forth
from the cross-legged girl to the chestnut mare cropping grass at the edge
of the firelight.  "I'm Fera."
   The girl had led them out of the city, making a magical hole in the air
somehow that lead to an open meadow filled with starlight.  Fera had seen
the dark skyline of the city in the distance a couple miles away.  A hidden
path had led them through the trees to the mage's campsite.  Nervousness
flattened her ears and curled her tail up close to her body as Fera looked
around at the shadowed clearing.
   "Fera..." Jacqueline was leaning forward, stirring the bubbling stew in
the iron pot that hung over the fire.  "That's an interesting name.  I've
never known any Felis."
   "Is your shoulder ok?" Fera asked timidly.
   Jacqueline stretched it tenderly., trying to feel how bad the gash on
the back was.
   "It'll be ok.  I'm stupid with healing magic.  Everyone else at the
academy could do it but me.  I made it stop bleeding at least.  It might
take a while to heal."
   Silence hung in the air.  Fera sat on her butt and wrapped her arms
around her legs, then curled her tail in tightly when the horse's chomping
teeth started to wander closer to where she sat.
   "You can stop being afraid of Meredith." Jacqueline nodded at the placid
horse.  "She's as docile as a sheep.  Wouldn't hurt anybody.  You can trust
her."
   "Oh it's just..." Fera wrinkled her nose.  "Horses never smell right. 
I'm sure she's nice.  A man taught me how to ride them, so, they're not so
bad now." She threw a nervous glance to the side, but the mild beast kept
chewing the grass, ignoring her.
   Jacqueline tapped the spoon against the iron rim and set it down,
looking at Fera.
   "You can trust me too."
   Fera wasn't so sure.  She didn't know anything about the human world,
about politics, wars, soldiers, kingdoms, magic.  All of that had existed
far, far away from the forest village where she grew up.
   "You don't believe me," Jacqueline said, flatly.
   "No no" Fera sputtered.  "I do, it's just, um, you use magic?  I don't
know anything about magic."
   Jacqueline nodded sagely.
   "Why didn't you help me earlier?" Fera asked.
   Jacqueline rubbed her chin and stared into the fire for a moment, her
staff held flat over her crossed legs.
   "Things aren't quite like they once were," she said.  "I can't act with
impunity.  Plus I can't afford to be seen by a lot of people who would
remember a mage throwing magic around.  What I'm doing is too important.  I
can't risk any stories getting back to me.  I took a big risk killing those
men."
   "Oh..." Fera muttered, no wiser after Jacqueline's explanation.  "Why
help me at all then?"
   "You're from the Jehth'a region, aren't you?" Jacqueline was staring at
Fera with a piercing expression.
   "How do you know that name?" Fera asked.  She had never expected a human
to know the Felis term for the range of mountains that wrapped the forests
near Fera's home.
   "Books, mage have lots of books." Jacqueline waved her hand
dismissively. "It took a lot of reading.  It's not important.  I've been
moving around a lot, and when I heard there was a Felis at the nearby
tavern, I came to see for myself." She paused.  "I knew the Felis
reputation, but I didn't expect you to be putting on such a show."
   Fera blushed fiercely.  "I didn't want to!  It was Stephan, he...he made
me do a lot of things..."
   Jacqueline waved her to silence.  "It's ok.  It doesn't matter.  I heard
some of the men talking and did a check: there was no Monstrum blood in
that dog.  You're safe."
   Fera wasn't sure why that mattered.  She wrapped her arms around her
legs even tighter, hunkering down, ashamed.
   "I saw your fur when he tied you up," the mage went on.  "That's how I
knew where you were from.  Cream-and-orange coloring is only from the
mountains in the Northwest."
   Fera nodded.  Another thing she hadn't expected a human to know.  How
did this mage know so much?
   "So why me?"
   Jacqueline had stopped stirring.  She removed the pot from the hangar
and carefully poured the stew into two wooden bowls, then handed one to
Fera.
   "Because you know the mountains.  The forest.  I need you to help me
find something.  There's some ruins there, an old...temple." Jacqueline
paused as if trying to find a word that fit.  "I think there's a Je'lai
there."
   "A what?" Fera looked down at her stew, poking with her spoon.  Potatoes
and beef and carrots and some kind of crushed herb she didn't know.  It was
the best thing she had smelled in a week.
   Jacqueline took a mouthful of stew, thinking.  The silent pause
stretched on for several moments.
   "That bitch thought she got them all," she muttered.  "But I think
there's one more, one only the Felis knew about."
   She looked up at Fera's questioning gaze.
   "Nevermind," Jacqueline said.  "Just know that it's something we can use
to help stop the monsters and get the mages back." She looked down at her
stew, and if not for Fera's sensitive ears, she would have missed the low
murmur: "The ones that want to come back anyway."
   Fera didn't understand any of this.  She didn't want to be part of any
grand salvation.  All of that was way over her head, and the thought of
mages tromping around her home forests, casting spells and setting things
on fire made her more than uncomfortable.
   "Your village is there, isn't it?  The books were unclear about some
things.  Tell me about it."
   "Well it's, I mean, it's our village.  It's near a river.  My mom and
sisters live there." Fera tried to keep things vague, not sure how much she
wished to divulge.  Humans weren't welcome in the peaceful Felis villages.
They brought too much trouble.  "We fish and we grow vegetables.  The girls
all help each other."
   "The girls...all girls?"
   "What?" It took Fera a moment to understand the question.  "Oh, yes. 
There aren't any Felis males." The sight of her first human male had been a
strange experience, but she had quickly discovered how much she liked them.
   "Funny, I thought for sure that would be one of the things the books got
wrong," Jacqueline mused.  Both girls had finished their stew.  Fera didn't
think she should say any more, should explain why she left, but Jacqueline
apparently wasn't in the mood to prod anymore.
   "Ok." The girl gathered the bowls.  "We'll set out tomorrow.  We won't
be able to use portals.  I won't be able to mask them.  So we'll ride on
Meredith."
   Portals - those must be the holes in the air, Fera thought.  She watched
Jacqueline cast some kind of spell with her staff, then spread out the
bedroll.
   "I uh...I only have one." Jacqueline seemed embarrassed.  "We'll have to
sleep in it together."
   Fera wasn't about to complain.  It beat curling up on the tiny rug by
the hearth like she often did, and the chill of the night air was beginning
to creep under her fur.  Jacqueline tucked herself in but left the side
open, waving Fera in.
   "Come on."
   Fera crawled inside and let the little girl spoon up to her naked
backside.  Light cloth brushed the skin of her back, and the cold metal
bits of the uniform quickly warmed between their bodies.  She pulled the
drawstrings, sealing her side of the bedroll tight.
   It was toastier than she expected, wrapped inside the thick cloth. 
Jacqueline's slender legs bumped up against her own, and her smooth stomach
pressed against Fera's back.  A hand brushed Fera's hip and settled,
fingers rustling the silky fur.  Humans were always fascinated by her fur.
Her tail twitched slightly, wrapped in the warmth between them, tip
brushing between the skin of both sets of legs.
   Their breathing slowed as the fire ran down to a dull smolder.  A dog,
all those men, fucking her and stuffing their cocks in all her holes.  Fera
could still feel their milky deposits in her pussy and asshole, still taste
the musky cum on her tongue.  Why did they have to be so cruel?  All she
wanted was someone to love her enough to give her what she had came for. 
The steady breathing of Jacqueline pressed up against her was a comfort, at
least.  Even though she wasn't sure who she could trust, she still found
she liked the girl - and not just for the pleasing curves of her hips and
her naked belly and the way the breeze made the silky white cloth whisper
against her flat chest.  There was something hidden about her, a shyness
that she tried to cover up with a brusque demeanor.  Fera decided she would
help her, even if it meant taking her to Felis lands.
   It was a big world for a 12-year-old catgirl.  She had to trust someone.
The fire crackled and petered out to embers as she drifted off to sleep.
   ~*~
   "Here.  It's a good thing I carry extras."
   Jacqueline pulled a tattered skirt and another burlap cloak from her
saddlebags and shook them out.  They were in poor shape.  The front had
fallen away from the cloak just beneath the chest, suffering from the same
sort of decay Fera had seen working last night, and the skirt was a skimpy
affair of sheer cloth, barely long enough to cover a girl's pussy.  It had
been rent on the sides and in the back, as if by claws, and had several
greasy stains as if fluid had been spurted all over it.
   "Uh, thanks," Fera murmured, taking the garments.  Better than being
naked, at least.  The clock covered the top halves of her breasts, but the
skirt dangled uselessly, ripped cloth blowing in the wind and showing off
the fur of her thighs and the pink treasure between the catgirl's legs
every time a large gust came along.
   She helped Jacqueline pack the last of the camp supplies and then the
girls mounted Meredith and set out.  The sun had flooded the world with
orange in a brief appearance at dawn, and then been obscured by a gathering
layer of dolorous clouds.  Fera had sat stiff and nervous on the saddle,
with Jacqueline behind her, until she realized that she didn't really have
to do anything.  The girl was clearly an expert with horses.
   They passed over a line of hills westward and then down into a valley
crossing, fording the river at the bottom, following a muddy road for a
time and then branching off once it started to gather traffic.
   "We need to avoid being seen," Jacqueline said.  "Stay away from
settlements.  She has spies everywhere."
   "That probably the safest thing," Fera agreed.
   "Safe...it's not safe at all," the girl muttered.  "There are monsters
everywhere.  Stay close to me, Fera.  Your ears and nose are better than
mine, too.  You'll pick up things my magic doesn't know to look for."
   Fera nodded, though she still didn't know what the big deal was about
monsters.  Jacqueline could probably blow anything apart the instant it
threatened them.
   The wild trail they were following delved into a forest.  Fera looked up
at the leafy trees and listened to the chattering birds as Meredith walked
the narrow path, hooves beating a rhythm of sucking noises in the mud. 
Fera's ear twitched by itself, then twitched again when another drop hit
it. Damnit, not rain.  She HATED rain.  She pulled the hood of the cloak
over her head.  A rushing noise was growing in the distance.
   "We'll stop at the village for food and to refill our water," Jacqueline
said.  "I know people here.  It's safe." The girls trotted down a
slowly-curving slope and rounded a final copse.
   The village was a burned husk nestled against a crook in the river. 
Fera felt Jacqueline stiffen behind her as she brought the horse to a halt.
The sounds of the rushing river and wildlife rang out gayly, as if in
defiance of the ruined buildings.
   Jacqueline hopped off, gripping her staff tightly.  Fera followed.
   "I was just through here three months ago.  They were fine." Her voice
was tight with strain as she advanced.  The doors and windows had been
smashed open, the thatched roofs set ablaze and burned to ash.
   "What happened?" Fera asked, guiding Meredith by the reins up behind the
mage.  Tracks had been dug in the mud, leading from the doorways of the
houses.  Scattered bits of clothing were strewn about, pulled off in a
struggle and left to be buried by the rain.
   Jacqueline moved slowly, eyes searching the ground.  She stopped near
the the intersection of muddy grooves and bent down to pull a stuffed bear
out of the muck.  It was ragged, the brown fur heavily worn where it wasn't
covered by the mud.  A child's toy.
   "Oh Parah," she sniffed, hugging the bear tightly.  Sticky mud rubbed
off onto her bare stomach and the gossamer cloth of her top.  "I'm so
sorry."
   Fera's ears wilted as she stood there, holding the reins, the little
girl weeping quietly in front of her.  She looked so vulnerable, a slender
figure with a red gash running across one of her slumped shoulders, bare
body shivering from the chilly air that her strange, skimpy uniform did
nothing to keep out.  Falling droplets began to beat a light splatter
around them, and rivulets of moisture trickled from her blond hair and down
her bare back.
   "Hey, Jacqueline." Fera let the reins dangle walked up to put an arm
around the girl.  "Shhh, come on." The girl's thin body seemed to weigh
nothing as Fera pulled her into a hug, letting Jacqueline sag against her
breasts, weeping.
   "I just...it's just..." the mage stuttered.  "I should have been here. I
made a promise, and now..." she looked up at Fera as if seeking absolution.
Redness lined her eyes.  This wasn't an all-powerful champion wielding the
ineffable powers of the universe, it was just a little girl who had
suffered one knock too many.  The rain was coming down stronger now,
flowing down the sides of Fera's cloak.  Droplets slowly soaked the
translucent gossamer of Jacqueline's top, turning it transparent, putting
the tender slopes of the young girl's budding breasts on display.  She
shivered in Fera's arms as the rain trickled down her bare body, her own
magic having burned away what little protection she had.
   "It'll be ok." Fera patted the girl and hummed quietly, a lullaby used
in her village to soothe kittens.  After a minute Jacqueline stopping
crying and collected herself.
   "Ok." She wiped the tears and raindrops on her face, smearing them to a
sheen.  "I'm ok Fera." She sniffed a few more times as their hug broke.
   "Thanks..." Jacqueline looked down and busied herself straightening the
white cloth of her uniform, for all the good it did her.  The damp had
soaked them through.  Fera took a long look at the girl's pink nipples and
the tiny mounds of her breasts, and the hairless slit peeping out between
her legs.  Jacqueline really was beautiful, trim and athletic, with a
slight bounciness in the right areas, and narrow hips that still curved
enticingly.  Fera could see her cheeks burning.  The girl was embarassed.
Humans were put out by the oddest things.
   "There's a cave near here," Jacqueline said, looking up again.  "Used to
be a bear den.  Then some...other things moved in.  But it's empty now."
She raised her hand and pointed across the village.  "It's about half a
mile past the creek."
   Fera nodded and followed Jacqueline as the little girl guided the horse
by the reins.  The slats of the simple wooden bridge had been battered and
torn up, but the lazy water barely came up past her feet.  The girls forded
and trudged down a narrow trail, arriving at a darkened cave mouth just as
the rain quit.
   "Here.  I'll set this up if you get the sausage." Jacqueline pulled out
the iron tripod and the pot and set them next to the crumbling firepit. 
With a swift motion of her staff, the tripod sat itself upright on the rock
and split its own legs wide open.  Jacqueline lifted the tip of her staff
and the pot levitated in the air and dropped itself neatly on the hook.  A
final twirl brought the white ash to life with a sudden blaze of licking
orange flames.
   "Yuck, this rain," Fera muttered, after handing Jacqueline the sausage.
"I hate it." It had infiltrated her cloak and left the fur on her hips
uncomfortably damp.  She rubbed both sides back and forth rapidly, then
brought her hands up to her mouth to lick them off.  Much better.  She
pulled back the hood and rubbed her wrists over her ears to dry them out
too.
   Jacqueline seemed amused by her bathing.  "Here, I'll show you something
better." She gently made a circling motion with the tip of her staff, as if
stirring the air, and then thrust the tip skyward.  Motes of flowering pink
light shot out the end and gently floated down, covering the girls in a
dome of sparkling warmth that smelled like roses on a summer day.  Fera
felt her fur dry out and puff up immediately.  The chill left her bones. 
Jacquelines's uniform dried and primped itself as if freshly laundered, and
the mud on her stomach caked up and fell off on its own, leaving her
sparkling clean.
   "That's better." Jacqueline put her staff down on the rock, then looked
over at Fera and promptly burst out laughing.
   "What?" Fera looked down, saw the fur on her hips puffed out wildly. 
She patted her head, found the same around her ears.  She licked her palms
and tried to flatten it down, but the fur sprang back as if irrevocably
coifurred.
   "Sorry," Jacqueline giggled, holding her hand to her mouth.  "Too much
Air woven in the spell maybe.  I didn't even think about that."
   "No problem," Fera laughed, trying to slick the fur back at least a
little.  Jacqueline was cute when she laughed.  "I guess we need the cheese
and bread too huh?" She turned around and bent over to the saddlebags to
get them out.
   Jacqueline shrieked with laughter again behind her.  Fera could feel her
tail bristling, every strand puffed out to maximum volume by the magic. 
She brought the food over to the fire, as if innocent of the bushy fox tail
twitching in her wake.
   Jacqueline was smart as well as cute, Fera thought, as the girls chatted
together while they ate.  She expounded endlessly on the subject of horses:
their care, training, how to break and saddle and ride them at the
particular gait you wanted.  It had been her passion, apparently, ever
since she was a little girl.  Humans sent their daughters away early,
apparently.  Jacqueline had tested for magic at 10 and been bundled off and
put through a year of intense training and another year of field work
before being promoted to a full mage.  Hopelessly rushed, Fera gathered
from Jacqueline's tones.  Not enough time to train the girls properly
before sending them out.
   "Why didn't they reassign you?" Fera asked, when Jacqueline finished
talking about her last patrol
   "Dunno.  But it wouldn't have mattered.  We didn't have enough girls
left for a squad.  So I left and came out here." She picked up her staffed
and used it to conjure a colored fog on the surface of the stone.  "Take a
look."
   The fog thickened and separated itself into different colors.  A map of
Teleria.  Fera had seen one, once.  The slopes of the craggy mountains of
the far north tapered off into the long ridges and valleys of the northwest
that finally emptied out into forestland.  Jehth'a, or at least that's what
the Felis called it.  A dot flared deep in the green forest.  The human
kingdom of Bridonia was farther south and west, accessible only through the
high passes of the mountains that seperated the two nations.
   "It's somewhere around there, I'm sure of it," Jacqueline said, twisting
her staff and letting the fog dissipate.  "If we keep off the highways we
won't be noticed.  It's dangerous though.  Monsters.  Lots of them."
   "I'm sure we'll be fine," Fera smiled comfortingly.  "I saw what you did
to those men."
   Jacqueline gave her a brief, quizzical look, before shaking her head
slightly.  "Look, just stay near me when we're out there ok?  Don't wander
off.  And don't touch anything weird."
   Fera nodded her assent.
   "I have to scout and see if we can keep following this creek,"
Jacqueline huffed.  "But it takes a lot of magical energy to do that.  I
hope it doesn't get us noticed."
   "Oh!" Fera's ears pricked up eagerly.  "I can do that."
   "What?" Jacqueline looked at her incredulously.
   "Just leave it to me!" Fera jumped to her feet and hustled out of the
cave mouth.  Meredith stopped cropping the grass just long enough to fix
the catgirl with a questioning look.
   The trees here were tall, and thick, but not too thick.  The wild growth
was bursting with branches.  Just right.  Jacqueline followed her out of
the cave, mystified as Fera stripped off her cloak and the tattered skirt.
Naked was the way to go.  She looked around and spied exactly what she
needed.
   She broke into a jog and leaped up onto the fallen log, digging her
nails in for balance, then effortlessly dancing higher up the steep ramp of
decaying wood.
   "What?!" Jacqueline burst into laughter again, watching Fera climb. 
"How do you do that?"
   "Oh, you mean humans can't do this?" Fera had bustled up the leaning
wood and jumped onto the cracked top where the trunk had broken off.  She
spun with catlike grace, balancing on her tiptoes 15 feet off the ground.
   "Hey if you fell, would you land on your feet?" Jacqueline giggled from
below her.
   "No dummy." Fera turned, using her tail for balance, and leaped deftly
onto one of the lower limbs of the big trees.  "That's just a myth," she
shouted down.
   The other girl's reply was lost in the rustling branches as Fera climbed
higher, hopping gracefully from limb to limb and landing in a balanced
crouch poised on the balls of her feet each time.  Fera loved climbing
trees.  All Felis did.  The younger kittens sometimes climbed too high and
were afraid to come down, but that's what adults were for.
   She reached the top in no time at all and looked northwest.  The curling
snake of the creek widened out into a river before eventually running into
a lake many miles on.  The clouds were parting too.  At least it wouldn't
rain on them anymore.
   "Well?" Jacqueline asked, her arms crossed and a sly grin on her face
when Fera jumped down from the last branch.
   "It keeps going northwest.  There's a lake too.  I saw the smoke of a
town, but we could avoid it."
   "Great." Jacqueline's eyes travelled up and down Fera's naked body, and
a flush filled her cheeks.  "I guess you're pretty useful.  Here." She
handed the clothes back to Fera.
   After striking their meager camp, the girls set out, riding Meredith
slowly through the forest trails.  Fera's nose filled with sharp scents of
every kind of wildlife, and her ears pricked from the constant buzz of
insects and the chatter of calling birds.  Jacqueline seemed tense,
scanning the trees around them constantly.  The stream meandered slightly
and then straightened, widening out before cutting through an area of
higher ground on both sides.  They climbed with it and kept following. 
Warm sunbeams had managed to cut through the curtain of grey clouds,
toppling down to dapple the forest floor with golden light.  Miles passed
under the horse's hooves as they trailed out to the lake region and skirted
the human settlement, entering the deeper forest on the far side.  A shadow
began to grow behind them as the afternoon wore on, and Fera was just
beginning to think how pleasant a trip this would be when Jacqueline
suddnely yanked the reins and drew them up short.
   "There's something up ahead," she muttered.  Her magic had probably told
her.  Fera sniffed the air, catching the faintest whiff of a foul odor. 
The girls dismounted and crept ahead until they reached a fallen log on the
ground, then peeked over it into the clearing ahead.
   Sets of pitons had been driven into the hide of an enormous fallen tree
trunk in the center of the clearing.  The ground around it was clear, and
scuffed with activity.  Leather strips several hands long dangled from some
of the pitons.
   "Do you smell anything?"
   Fera sniffed the air.  "Yeah, it's gross.  It smells like...well I don't
know what it smells like.  Just gross." The dirty animal scent was some
repugnant mix of sweat and offal and salty fluids.  Not quite like any
animal she had ever smelled.  Sharp, powerful, virile.
   "They're long gone by now." Fera wasn't sure which of them Jacqueline
was trying to reassure.  Holding her staff in a tight grip, the mage pushed
the leafy ferns out of the way and strode into the light.
   "Are these...hoofmarks?" Fera stared with amazement at the enormous
peaked prints stamped into the dirt everywhere.
   "Definitely." Jacqueline was studying the enormous log.  "Minotaurum. 
It fits their behavior.  They were having a party."
   "A what?" Fera walked up and stood next to the other girl, looking at
the huge cylinder of wood.  The bark had been stripped on the upper half,
leaving a smooth surface.  Pairs of pitons had been driven into each side
at intervals.
   "They had...girls." She looked at the long length of the log.  "Lots of
girls."
   "They tied them up, on their bellies or backs," she went on, seeing
Fera's uncomprehending look.  "Leather thongs on the wrists and ankles. 
Then they fucked them.  Minotaurum love to fuck.  They probably took as
many women as they could from the villages before moving on.  They're not
picky either.  Anything with a pussy.  Parah was probably here."
   "Oh." Fera could see the grooves worn in the wood, the strands of hair
dug into the grains.  She could picture it: a long line of girls and women,
naked but for the dangling shreds of their ruined clothing, lashed on their
bellies and their backs on the curved surface of the log, a row of fuckmeat
for the beasts.  Fera had never seen a monster, but her imagination filled
in the blanks.
   A gooey rope of thickening grey sludge stretched across the surface of
the wood to her side.  She stepped over and peered at it.  Something
sticky, hardening.  Been here a little while.  She rolled her finger
through it, collecting a pearl of tacky gunk on the end, and sniffed it. 
Salty, foul, but underscored by a powerfully inviting aroma of bestial
tang. She stuck her tongue out to taste it.
   "The fuck are you DOING?!" Jacqueline grabbed her by the wrist and
yanked her hand away.  Fera's skirt made a tearing sound as the other girl
bent and ripped off one of the loose scraps that hung by a thread, then
clamped it savagely over the sticky finger, wiping the goop off and
throwing it against the log.  An elbow in her chest made Fera topple
backward, and a fiery blaze of orange suddenly roared in front of her,
baking her skin with intense heat.
   Fera squinted against the glare.  Jacqueline's silhouette stalked down
the length of the wood, a gout of brilliant flame pouring from the end of
her staff and incinerating the surface of the log.  Pockets of sap crackled
and exploded wildly as the angry girl played the flames back and forth,
covering every inch of the surface with flame.
   "I told you not to touch anything!" Jacqueline stood over Fera's
sprawled form, the furious look on her face made all the more intense by
the spreading flames in the background.
   "I'm sorry!" Fera coughed from the smoke and sat up.  It was just cum,
wasn't it?  She didn't know why Jacqueline was so mad.
   "Listen, don't touch ANYTHING else strange unless I tell you to.  Got
it? Promise me."
   "Ok, I promise." Fera let the other girl help her up, and they both
turned to look at the blazing pyre that filled the length of the clearing.
   "This is probably going to get somebody's attention," Jacqueline
murmured.
   "We should go," agreed Fera.
   The girls dipped back into the forest and mounted up on Meredith, then
galloped away from the monster camp.
   ~*~
   "Hmmm," Jacqueline mused, peering further into the gap of the narrow
pass that knifed into the rock between the hills.  "This might work."
   "You really don't think we can climb it?"
   "Not if we want to keep Meredith." The girl pointed up at the high
ridgeline, where a trio of raptors wheeled lazily in the clear sky.  "If
you didn't see any other path up there from the tree, then this is it."
   Fera shrugged and pulled Meredith's reins, following Jacqueline into the
narrow space.  The sky dwindled to a narrow crack overhead, and the passage
angled back and forth in razor edges.  Jacqueline crept forward in front of
them, staff held in both hands, alert for any signs of trouble.  A slight
buzz rippled through Fera's fur, the latent hum of magical energy brimming
nearby.  She was becoming more sensitive to it.  Probably just from being
near a mage all the time.
   A sudden hiss drew her up short.  Jacqueline kicked at the fallen rocks
that blocked their path in frustration.
   "Damn, we'll have to go around." A ruined path of scree angled away in a
different direction.  As they followed it, they began to notice deep gouges
in the rock.
   "Is that...?"
   "Magic," Jacqueline nodded.  "Probably rooted out some Crags here, or
something worse."
   Holes began to appear in the scattered rock surfaces as they went on,
large enough to climb into.  The path widened into a larger area, and Fera
gaped when she saw how the rockface had been obliterated on one side.
   "Figures," Jacqueline said.  "They dug the whole nest right out of the
rock right here.  Went straight for the heart.  Smart."
   Fera peered into the gaping wound in the mountain.  Something explosive
had cut straight through for dozens of meters, opening into a peculiar
round chamber with a central pillar.  Smooth teardrops of stone hung from
the sides of the gap as if frozen in the act of melting.  The excellent
vision of her cat-eyes showed her the interior of the exposed hollow:
alcoves had been dug into the walls at the base of the room, and patches of
some kind of tightly-woven white fiber spilled down like soft curtains from
near the ceiling, collecting into silky piles on the floor.  Most of it had
been burned away though, and a large part of the room was a shattered wreck
of rubble and blackened soot.
   "What is it?" Fera asked.
   "Arachma nest.  That's the queen's chamber.  They kept the Broodmothers
of the hive there."
   "What's an Arachma?  Are they still here?"
   Jacqueline motioned her on, and they continued walking.  "They're spider
creatures, as big as a tiger, and the fact that they haven't caught us yet
means they're long gone.  They can't reproduce on their own, so they take
girls, and, well, they fuck them and lay eggs in them."
   Fera gawked.  Jacqueline was pulling her leg.  The path began to slope
down again on the other side of the mountain, and the grim look on the
girl's face eventually convinced Fera that she was deadly serious.  Spider
monsters fucking humans?  Laying eggs in them?  Breeding with them?  Fera
didn't think she had ever heard of anything so horrible.  She tried to
picture it: that chamber with its soft sheets of webbing spilling down,
naked little girls fixed in the alcoves by bonds of silk around their arms
and legs, bellies pregnant with the young of the dozens of enormous spider
creatures that crawled everywhere fucking them day and night.  She shook
her head, trying to dismiss the vision and the taste of sour bile growing
in her mouth.  What if such creatures ever found her village?  The thought
was too horrible to entertain.
   "Looks like we'll have to go through," Jacqueline muttered, when the
path turned and sunk into a crevasse in the earth.  "Here, let me hold the
reins."
   The girls went in, cautiously, Fera leading with her feline vision and
Jacqueline following behind, a conjured orb of pale light orbiting lazily
around her head, pulling Meredith reluctantly behind her.  The path sunk
and twisted, joining with an underground stream that trickled from a deep
crack in the rock.  The scuffs of their footsteps died at the edge of the
light, as if the silence resented their intrusion.  Fera didn't like it. 
The cave smelled like something awful had made its den here for a long time
and only recently moved out.  Faint wisps of webbing trailed from the edges
of the rocks, the remnants of snares set by the cave's past residents.  She
ducked around them and kept her eyes open, scanning the gloom, feeling like
the stalactites of the oppressive ceiling were the teeth of massive jaws
bearing down to crush them both.  The current of water grew and deepened as
more trickling streams leaked from the walls, and by the time the two girls
turned a corner and saw the light far ahead, they were both shivering from
the damp.
   "God's rest," Jacqueline breathed in relief when they emerged into
sunlight.  The water spilled over a shelf of rocks at the edge of the cave
mouth and into a peaceful pool surrounded by dense brush and cedar.  Grass
and wildflowers grew in a wild profusion all around, lining the banks and
poking out from cracks in the rock, and streamers of ivy twisted through
the undergrowth and trailed on the quiet surface of the pool.
   "Beautiful," Fera murmured.  It reminded her of a river near where she
grew up - placid, tranquil, a quiet refuge of tranquility whenever she had
wanted to shirk her chores and sneak off to be by herself.  The bustling
noises of forest animals sounded all around them, birds and insects and a
colony of frogs hiding under a rock overcropping.  She looked up to see the
trees.  Ribbons of sunlight briefly flickered on and off as a small pair of
wings fluttered down and alighted directly on her nose.  Light, delicate,
brilliantly orange - Fera watched the butterfly flap lazily in and then
drift away as silently as it had come.
   "We should rest here, refill our waterskins." Jacqueline led Meredith
down onto the mossy banks, then pulled the set of leather skins from the
saddlebags.  Fera helped, and afterwards the girls sat on the bank with
their toes resting in the water, enjoying a brief meal of cheese and nuts.
   "Why did they make you become a mage when you were only 10?" Fera asked.
   Jacqueline chewed thoughtfully for a moment.  "How much do you know
about what's going on in Teleria?"
   "Nothing," Fera shrugged.
   "They need mages.  Every girl gets tested.  Magical ability is manifest
when we're young, and it usually tapers off in later teenage years." She
swallowed and took a bite off the block of cheese.  "We were winning...for
a while.  Soldiers poke the monsters with swords to keep them busy while we
channel magic to blow them up.  Simple.  But there aren't enough of us now.
Or enough soldiers.  Nobody knows what happened to the queen.  Most of the
southern kingdom is in ruins and owned by monsters."
   "What happened to all the mages?"
   Jacqueline looked like she didn't want to answer.  "I had a friend," she
said finally.  "Her name was Alinayah.  She was strong.  REALLY strong. 
Everyone thought she would win the war - that's how powerful she was.  We
trained together all the time and she taught me a lot.  I actually didn't
do very well in the academy.  They kept telling me I had bad control." She
snorted.  "My control is just fine.  They're idiots."
   Fera wondered if that was right, remembering the burning building back
in ____.
   "We were betrayed though.  There's a woman, Sheila.  She's helping the
monsters somehow.  I don't know how.  I think Allie knew, and that's why
she...ended up where she did."
   Fera kept silent, seeing the look of pain on the other girl's face.
   "That's why I have to get this thing.  I need to expose her, to make her
pay."
   "We will." Fera put her hand on Jacqueline's bare shoulder and smiled at
her.  "We'll keep going until we find it.  Don't worry."
   "Thanks." Jacqueline blushed slightly.  "I guess I haven't had anyone
to...really talk to in a while."
   "You have a...little something here." Fera pointed to the back of
Jacqueline's arm.
   "Oh." Jacqueline twisted her head to see the tangle of training silk. 
"Arachma gunk.  We should wash."
   The girls stood up, and Fera watched with interest as Jacqueline began
to pull off her clothes.  The armwraps of filmy white fabric had a thin
band of jewelled golden metal lining the upper edge, and lower half trailed
past the wrist into a half-glove that covered the girl's palms and wrapped
her middle three fingers.  She pulled them off, revealing a pair of
slender, well-toned arms.  Golden metal edged the cloth of her top too,
twisting into a filigree pattern that nestled around a large ruby between
her breasts.  The skirt was the most beautiful part though: a gold brace
covered each hip, with a long panel of light, sheer cloth hanging loose
almost to her ankles on each side.  White fabric edged and stitched with
threads of golden metal in vibrant patterns stretched between the braces
like panties, except they hung down and did little to truly hide the little
girl's vulnerable pussy.  Sapphires capped the round studs where the braces
connected to the more delicate undergarment.
   "Does every mage wear a uniform so...beautiful?" Fera could scarcely
imagine owning something so lovely, much lessing wearing it.  Sure, it
didn't cover up much of the girl's body, but she was used to that anyway.
The delicate fabric and sparkling gemstones framed the nude flesh of
Jacqueline's body like some kind of angelic raiment, pristine and untouched
by the filth of the road.
   "There are some differences," Jacqueline said.  Fera tried to resist
leering as Jacqueline pulled at a hidden snap that seperated the metal of
the hip braces from the panty part, allowing the bottom part of the garment
to pull free.  "Different duties have different kinds of uniform, for one
thing.  This one is for a battle-mage.  Also, they used to make dreamcloth
in a blue color, but now they make it white.  They say it's a faster
process."
   Jacqueline reached behind her and undid a snap, allowing her top to come
loose.  She pulled it off and dropped it on the silky pile, then stepped
into the water nude.  "Not like it matters though.  The cloth is actually
really tough, but nothing helps if a monster catches up to you.  I think
the soldiers just like to look at little girl pussy a lot."
   Fera pulled the cloak up over her head and took off her own skirt,
moving into the water too.  It was as warm as the air was.  Jacqueline had
knelt and was cupping her hands to splash water on her face and pour it in
her hair.
   "I thought Felis didn't like water."
   "Pffft, that's a myth," Fera snorted, kneeling beside the naked girl. 
She splashed her face and ducked her head under the surface, then began to
wash the grime and sweat off of her breasts.  "We just don't like RAIN."
She rubbed fingers over her ears and through the fur on her hips, then
reached behind her and grabbed her tail so she could scrub it.  Both little
girls ducked and poured and rinsed, rubbing their bodies, trying to pretend
they weren't looking, comparing.  Her own breasts were slightly bigger,
Fera thought, which wasn't saying much.  They were both only 12. 
Jacqueline was still mostly flat, her breasts having barely begun to bud on
her chest, but the pair of pink nipples were standing just as stiff in the
air as Fera's own.  Fera wondered how it would feel to pinch them, if they
were as tender as they looked.  Jacqueline had dunked and surfaced, pulling
fists down the length of her blonde hair to wring it out, and Fera caught
the blue eyes flickering surreptitiously, taking in the details of her own
body.
   "This doesn't look so good." Fera tapped the angry cut that curved
across the back of Jacqueline's shoulder.  It was closing, but the skin
looked to be swelling up painfully.
   "It'll be ok.  I can keep it from getting infected, I just can't really
make it heal faster.  It's not like a lightning bolt.  You have to coak the
body to stitch itself together.  It's like weaving 10 rugs all at once. 
Pretty hard.  Mom couldn't even teach me to knit a dishrag."
   "Oh." Fera stood up and took a few steps toward the deeper end, wanting
to get a full dunk to rinse everything off before she was done.  The warm
water felt delicious as it covered her, the mountain pool clear and fresh.
She spotted a wiggling motion in the mud beneath her feet, and reached down
to grab it.
   "Hey, maybe this will help." She turned around, holding the slimy blue
creature up in front of the other girl's face.  "We sometimes use leeches
in my village.  They can help the swelling go down."
   Jacqueline's terrified screech shattered the calm of the clearing. 
Wings flapped from above as the birds fled, startled.  The mage fell over
backwards with a horrified expression on her face, then rolled over in the
shallow water, kicking desperately for footing as she tore for the shore
and dove for her staff.  Something invisible slammed Fera's hand, dropping
the creature in the water, and she felt herself lifted into the air
violently.  A slashing motion of Jacqueline's staff suspended her above the
pool, limbs locked in bonds of air tighter than steel, and she gaped in
confusion as the girl twirled her staff in a frantic gesture and a bolt of
blinding energy roared into the pool, electrifying the water with a sharp
crackling sound that grew louder and louder until the pool bubbled and
spurted in a turbulent boil.  A sheet of steam wafted up, covering the air
around Fera in white fog.
   "What are you DOING?!" Jacqueline had pulled her through the air and
dumped her on the shore none too gently.  Fera cowered back against a tree
trunk.  "Are you trying to get us KILLED?  Or WORSE?"
   "I'm sorry!" Fera cried.  Jacqueline was looming over her, as much as
the naked, petite little girl could, staff held in front of her in both
hands and fury blazing in her eyes.  Her blonde hair floated around her
head, as if drifting on invisible currents of energy.
   "I didn't know you didn't like leeches!  I'm sorry Jacqueline!" Fera
quivered with fright, ears flattened against her head and tail wrapped
protectively around her.  She could almost feel the energy, thrumming about
them both, making the fur on her back stand on end, raw magic ready to roar
out of that deadly staff and fry her like a piece of meat.
   "Please don't kill me!" She shouted, curling up into a ball on the
ground, visions of what Jacqueline had done the men in ___ clawing at her
mind.
   "Oh jeez." Fera wept as she heard the girl kneel beside her.  A hand
stroked her hair, fingers curling over her ears comfortingly.  "It's ok
Fera.  Calm down."
   Something like a soothing breeze passed through her body, damping her
panic like water on hot coals.
   "Feel better?"
   She sat up, found her chest had stopped hitching and her tears had dried
up.  The fear had dwindled to the back of her mind.
   "Yeah." She looked up at Jacqueline.
   "I slowed you down a bit.  Now listen, before it wears off.  That wasn't
a leech.  It was a Squick.  I think I killed it, but I have to be sure. 
There could have been more.  We need to examine each other.  Stand up."
   Fera did so, then jumped in shock when Jacqueline knelt in front of her
and touched a finger to her pussy.
   "The chemicals they excrete mean you don't even notice them until it's
too late.  Hold still." The little girl's fingers spread her labia and
pushed gently inside, flexing against the walls of the tight passage.  Fera
moaned, tail flicking at the sudden intrusion.  She didn't know what was
going on, but having Jacqueline's fingers in her cunt felt even better than
she had expected.
   "Hmmmm." The warm digits arched again, feeling the space, lingering
perhaps a bit longer than necessary before pulling out.
   "Ok you're clean there.  Turn around."
   Fera's shock doubled when she did so and felt the other girl's hands
spreading her butt.  A licking noise preceded the sudden push into her rear
end.
   "Eeeeeek!" She stiffened, every hair bristling on her body as the finger
penetrated her anus.  She wasn't at all used to this, but the thrill of her
friend exploring the space beyond the clenching ring of her sphincter sent
a ripple of pleasure racing up her spine.
   "Good.  None got inside you." The pulling sensation left Fera feeling
slightly deflated.  She turned around again.
   "You have to check me too.  It's the only way to be sure." Jacqueline
got up.  "They're psionic.  They can make you ignore them.  The bigger they
are the worse it gets."
   Fera knelt at the other girl's urgent gesture.  A pair of puffy pink
lips edged the tiny slit between Jacqueline's legs.  Fera touched it,
probing hesitantly.  Jacqueline nodded down urgently at her, so she spread
the lips, finding the little red bud hiding at the apex of the moist
crevasse.  So pretty, she thought, like parting the leaves of a shy flower
about to bud.  After rubbing her fingertips along the channel to slick them
with moisture, she pushed inside.
   The warm pulse of Jacqueline's insides greeted her, clamping around her
fingers in a welcoming massage.  She pushed farther.  Nothing inside but
her own fingers and a current of sweet, sucking warmth.  Fingers brushed
one of her ears, squeezing delicately.  Jacqueline was breathing harder.
   "Now the other end." The girl's reluctance was palpable as she pulled
off and turned around, then looked back over her shoulder.  "And uh...lick
your finger or something.  Please."
   Fera frowned.  What was she, a savage?  She worked a mouthful of saliva
and then slicked it over her finger before spreading the round globes of
the little 12-year-old's butt.  A tiny hole peeped from the middle,
clenched tightly shut.  Fera tapped it, feeling it pucker, spreading saliva
on it before pushing gently inside.
   The muscled ring squeezed down angrily, then relented as the girl
relaxed.  Fera pushed farther inside, exploring the tight space.  She
assumed that something wriggling inside would be obvious, but there was
only the hot, pushing beat of Jacqueline's anus.  She pulled her finger out
again.
   "Here." Jacqueline handed a waterskin to Fera and used another to wash
her own hands.  "Don't touch the pool.  It will still be hot."
   "We can't stay here," she went on "We can't even follow the water. 
Gods, we were lucky." She whistled and Meredith lumbered over, the placid
horse totally unconcerned by the commotion.  "If there's one, there will be
more.  I hope there isn't a village downstream from here.  If there is, we
can't stop to help them."
   They dressed quickly.  Jacqueline vaulted up onto Meredith and motioned
for Fera to mount behind her.  They galloped directly away from the stream,
then turned West again, setting sun shining in their faces and hair
streaming behind them.  The land eventually rose up out of the vale and
into an area of craggy grassland.
   Jacqueline didn't relax until the water was miles behind them.  She
finally laid off the reins and let Meredith idle along at her own pace once
the light began to fade.  Was every mage in Teleria like this?  Fera's arms
were wrapped around the girl's bare stomach, and she could still feel the
tension tight in her muscles.  She hadn't actually seen anything
threatening out here, but Jacqueline acted as if doom waited under every
bush.  The mage seemed more than a match for anything Fera could think of.
Why did the monsters scare her so much?
   They trailed along the hills for a while longer, then got off and
walked. Jacqueline took the lead, clutching her staff, perring around into
the dusk warily.
   "We can't make camp out here.  It's much too open.  We have to keep
going.  You ok?"
   Fera tried to stifle a yawn as she led the horse along.  "Yup.  I'll be
fine." The deepening chill of the air was only partially blocked by the
remains of the cloak she wore.  At least she had fur.  It kept her hips and
her butt warm.  She wondered how cold Jacqueline must be in that skimpy
outfit that looked so beautiful and gave no protection at all from the
elements or prying eyes.  The idea that she was using magic to stay warm
was dispelled when she noticed the girl shivering.
   "Hey I think there's another rider out here," Fera said.  Jacqueline
halted and looked back at her.  "Oh?"
   Fera halted the horse and listened, ears twitching.  "Yeah.  Hoofbeats."
   "How many?" asked the mage.
   "Uh..." Fera strained to listen.  "2 or 3."
   "Which direction?"
   Fera pointed up ahead.
   "Shit!" Jacqueline looked around wildly.  "I can't see far enough. 
Fera, where's something we can hide behind?"
   "Um...up there?" Fera pointed at a scree-covered hillside edged by sharp
rocks a few hundred feet away, then remembered that the girl couldn't see
it.
   "Ok, lead us up there.  Quick!  I can't afford to make any light."
   The girls hustled over the ground as the sound of hoofbeats grew louder
in the distance.  Fera could see the bobbing dots of torches moving across
the land, heading straight towards them.
   "Here, this tree.  Tie her reins!" Fera looped them around the trunk and
tied them to a knob like Jacqueline wanted.  The mage raised her staff, and
an orb of inky blackness appeared around the horse's head.
   "Can't let her smell anything or she'll freak out." Another gesture of
her staff filled the air with shifting mist.  "That'll hide her.  Come on."
The girls made their way up the rear side of the slope and peeked over. 
The three orange flames were plain in the darkness, coming closer at a
headlong pace.
   "Ok listen." Jacqueline turned and whispered in Fera's ear.  "I can
cloak us, kind of, but it's not perfect.  They won't smell us or see us or
hear us.  But you have to stay close to me.  And DON'T say anything or
move."
   Fera nodded meekly.  Jacqueline waved her staff in the darkness, but
Fera couldn't see any effect.  Black, guttural speech rang out in the night
from the approaching figures.  Figures on horses.  No, Fera saw, as they
drew closer.  Not riders at all!
   The 10-foot beasts had the lower body of a muscled horse, but the torso
and upper body of a man rose from the front of their bodies.  Fera had
never seen anything like them.  Dim sounds of wailing and moaning seemed to
come from underneath them.  The gruesome details slowly began to reveal
themselves to Fera's eyes as they came closer.
   The creature in front had a pole slung over his shoulder, with a net at
the far end.  A human girl seemed to be trapped inside.  She looked about 8
years old and was completely nude.  A blazing orange torch was in his other
hand, and the hilt of a long, curved sword poked from a leather sheath at
his flank.  Powerful muscles rippled under the dark horseflesh, and the
bare skin of his human body was similarly fit, pectorals shining with sweat
and curling with dark chest hairs.  A pack was slung across his back.
   The two other horse-men were similar in appearance, each bearing a torch
and a large wooden crossbow, but they carried something underneath their
bodies.  Fera looked closer trying to make it out.  Several thick leather
straps crossed over the horse's backs, trailing down and securing a body of
pink flesh tightly against their stomachs.  Girls.  No, a woman and a girl,
Fera corrected herself, judging by the lengths of the arms and legs she
could see on the near sides.  They were restrained belly-up against the
bottom of the horse's body.
   The glistening details became clear as the horse-men pulled up short
beneath the vantage point where the girls watched from 15 feet off the
ground.  Fera's eyes bulged.  The massive length and girth of the leader's
horse-like cock dangled below him, a bobbing shadow in the torchlight, but
the erect cocks of the other two were crammed tightly into the rear ends of
the females they carried.  The bucking motions of their pelvises slammed
the powerful flesh into their asses, earning shrieks of pleasure from their
human prisoners as they cantered along.  Arms and legs strained tightly
against their bonds, thrashing.  The larger one, the woman, was wailing in
the throes of orgasm from the massive horse dick inside her.  Her captor
ignored her.  The creatures were moving to set up camp.
   "Figures," Jacqueline muttered.  "They'd make camp right here."
   "What are they?" Fera whispered.
   "Centaurum.  Watch."
   The powerful creatures moved quickly.  One split logs and stoked a fire
using powder from a pouch while the other two used axes to rapidly fell a
pair of small trees about 10 feet apart and notch the stumps.  They
smoothed one of the trunks and laid it crosswise, mounting the ends in the
notches and securing it with thick ropes.  The beam stretched across the
ground at belly-height.  A hitching post.
   The women flopped to the ground when released from the straps, crying
out as the erect horse cocks slid out of them.  A spew of white fluid
flooded out of their gaping rectums, like corks popped from a bottle.  They
lay on the ground, heaving and moaning, and Fera could see that the woman
and girl were both very pregnant, bellies swelling like they were about to
pop.
   The 8-year-old struggled as her net was dropped to the ground.  She
pushed at the fibers and managed to pull it off, crying desperately.  The
Centaurum laughed at her.  She looked around wildly, eyes glazed with fear,
and took off running into the darkness.  They let her go for a few moments,
before the leader casually galloped after her and seized her off the ground
by her hair, carrying the screaming girl back to camp.
   She was lashed head-down to the hitching post after that, a leather
thong securing her neck, arms pulled out and tied at the wrists.  The other
two humans swiftly followed, the whole troupe ending up as a line of pretty
pussies in the firelight, just waiting to be used.  The bellies hung
obscenely from the pregnant woman and girl, and sloppy fluid still dripped
from their assholes and ran down their legs.  The little 8-year-old, by
comparison, quivered visibly, the tiny slit of her prepubescent pussy
undefiled.
   Fera clamped a hand over her mouth as the Centaurum began their play,
mounting the two other humans like mares and thrusting their erect horse
cocks inside.  The wide pricks bucked crazily at the small entrances, and
then, impossibly, slipped inside, stretching the sphincters around the
massive girths.  The girls shrieked, bodies slammed forward against the log
from the violent thrusts of their horse masters pushing into them.  Their
pregnant bellies flapped back and forth and spittle dripped from their
mouths as moaning gave way to shrieks of pleasure and a wild frenzy of
constant orgasms.
   The small girl was a different matter.  Her master bent down and
caressed her backside, squeezing her butt and visibly enjoying how she
quaked with fear.  He stomped his horse legs on either side of her head,
letting her turn just enough to see the powerful legs, and then teased her
by dropping the thick cock onto her back and letting it trail down her
skin, leaving a trail of pre-cum down her spine.  Fera could smell it from
here, a thick tang of wild mustang scent, powerful and untamed.  The
massive horse prick rubbed along her bottom, enjoying the pleading, the
crying of the little girl as its firm promise glided lower.  Finally it was
positioned against the pathetic gap, a log against a keyhole.  The other
women were already shrieking from their fifth orgasm by the time the horse
cock began to press inside the little girl.  Her master took it slow at
first, threading a needle with patient determination.  The flaring head of
horse meat couldn't possibly fit into a little girl's pussy a tenth of its
size.  His urgency grew, pushing with short slams and that rammed the
girl's pelvis forward and made her head loll about.  Grunting, pushing,
lining up with stiff determination and pressing in against the feeble cunt
with powerful demand, he kept at it, upping the pace to a jackhammer thrust
that rocked the log back and forth until the tiny girl screamed as her
pussy split and the thick head of horse prick pushed inside her at last.
   She'd never be able to dispel this vision.  Fera squeezed her eyes shut,
but all she could see behind her eyelids was the shadowed forms of
nightmare stretched along the ground away from the firelight, three horse
figures over a line of quaking bodies, connected by three massive rods of
shadow.  She shook her head and looked again.  The Centaurum had finished
with the pregnant woman and girl and were untying them, letting them
collapse to the ground.  The struggling girl was still resisting, her back
arching from the blows of erect horsecock hammering into her tiny cunt.
   One of the other Centaurum placed a bucket just under the point where
the turgid flesh entered the girl before moving over to the fire to cook.
The other circled around in front of her, letting his thick dangling cock
push into her face, wet and dripping from splashing horse semen into the
pregnant insides of the other girl.  She stared down the barrel of the
massive organ, then shut her eyes and tried to look away, but he reached
down to grab her hair and pulled her face back up, holding her in place. 
Slowly, impossibly, the pushing horsecock in her face did the same as the
one in her pussy, pressing forward into her mouth, stretching her jaw to
breaking and cramming itself inside.
   Her cries muffled now, both Centaurum upped their play, pushing every
inch of their long horsecocks as far as they could go into the tiny little
8-year-old underneath them, spitroasting her on the iron rods of erect
horseflesh.  Disbelief filled Fera's mind as she watched the girl's belly
stretch and bulge visibly from the creature inside it, and her throat
balloon out around the invader coming the other way.  Panting and grunting
widly, the Centaurum thrust gleefully into the struggling fuckmeat of the
little girl as she writhed under them.  Twin mounds crept up the length of
her belly and down the tract of her neck inch by pumping inch until the
distended flesh met somewhere in the center of the little girl.  Glistening
shafts swelled with pleasure in the firelight as her body visibly inflated,
as if every possible gap in her body had suddenly been flooded to its
breaking point.  The tiny form flailed against her bonds, muscles jerking
wildly with pleasure.  The taut stomach trembled like a drum stretched
around the tumescent horsecock inside it and the silent shriek of ecstasy
buzzed against the throbbing meat in her throat.  The Centaurum held her
tight, impaled, until their orgasms finally receded and they pulled out.  A
torrent of grey-white semen spewed out of both ends of the girl, some
catching in the bucket, the rest dribbling down her legs and chin into
pools of sludge on the ground.  She shook visibly, coughing and moaning,
muscles clenching in her own climax from the pounding horsecocks that had
left their gifts inside her body.
   The other girl was resting comfortably in the woman's arms on the
ground, the pair talking and laughing quietly.  The woman reached down and
massaged the massive bulge on the daughter's belly, swirling a stray
deposit of horse cum around on the skin and smiling as she whispered in the
girl's ear.
   "Mother and daughter, probably," Jacqueline muttered.  "She's probably
so proud her baby is pregnant.  So sweet, little Centaurum growing in both
their bellies.  The other girl will be pregnant before long.  They usually
start doing you in the ass when you're big enough to show."
   "That's...that's what they do?" Fera whispered in shock.
   "Oh yeah.  Centaurum fuck almost anything with a wet hole, and they like
little girl pussy best.  10 years old, 5 years old, it doesn't matter.  You
haven't seen anything until you've seen a pregnant little 5-year-old
bending over in a slave stall, begging to have a horse's cock shoved inside
her." She shrugged.
   The leader picked up the bucket and placed it by the two pregnant humans
reclining on the ground.  They dipped their fingers into it eagerly,
scooping under glistening handfuls of batter and slopping them into their
mouths, swallowing eagerly like it was ambrosia.  Goop dribbled from their
chins and down their necks to ooze across the bulging breasts of the woman
and the faintly swelling chest of her young daughter, rivulets of horse
semen glistening in the firelight
   "Can we save them?" Fera asked.
   Jacqueline stared at her in disbelief.  "No, idiot.  They don't WANT to
be saved.  They live for horsecock now, live to be pregnant and bear foals.
All they want now is big horsey dicks in every hole all the time." She
pointed down at the girl hanging from her bonds.  "Even that one.  Sure,
some part of her still struggles, but the Conversion is already doing its
work.  It's too late."
   The firelight blurred past the tears filling her eyes.  This was what
was happening to humans?  She had had no idea.  No wonder Jacqueline seemed
on knife-edge all the time.  She moved up to scrub the tears from her face,
knocking a pebble with her elbow.  It bounced over the edge and down the
rocks.  One of the Centaurum looked up.
   Jacqueline yanked on her arm savagely, and the girls crawled backwards
and raced silently down the slope, mounting Meredith and disappearing into
the night.
   ~*~
   Why did the ground have to have so many rocks in it?  Fera turned over
in the bedroll, feeling the aches in her legs.  Her sleep had been uneasy,
filled with fear and vivid dreams of massive horse cocks plundering the
cunts of little girls.
   A shaft of orange light pierced her eyelids.  She huffed and pulled the
flap over her head, protesting the rising sun, but the hard ground was
already overcoming her desire to stay curled up in the toasty bedding. 
Finally she gave up and kicked the cloth in frustration, then rolled over
onto her back again, looking up at the purpling sky brightening with rays
of amber.
   The kettle was already set on the tripod over the tiny fire.  Jacqueline
brewed tea every morning from a special pouch filled with green leaves that
Fera didn't recognize.  Where was she?  Fera sat up and yawned, the
sheepskin fabric of the bedroll falling away from her naked chest.  The
campsite was empty, save for Meredith dozing contentedly on the grass next
to her picket.  Fera pulled on the crumbling skirt and the tattered cloak
that barely covered her breasts, the cupped her hands and puffed into them,
fighting the morning chill.  Dawn was crashing over the sharp edge of the
cliffside by their camp, and Fera walked up towards it, finally spotting
the youthful silhouette of a slender girl standing by the edge, facing the
sun with her staff outstretched in a meditative gesture.
   She really was pretty, Fera thought, crouching down and watching as the
girl spun her weapon in slow motion, scattering sunbeams around the long
length.  The diaphonous cloth hung from her hips to her ankles, curling
gracefully with the motions of the girl's body, and gleaming metal and
gemstones flashed like meteors in the golden light.  The pleasing outline
of Jacqueline's body brimmed with a youthful, beckoning vitality.
   They had spooned up tightly together the night before, by mutual
agreement.  Fera certainly hadn't wanted to be alone, after watching the
Centaurum ram their thick pricks into a struggling girl her own age, and
the hands that had wrapped around her belly had seemed equally grateful for
her presence.  Jacqueline had been silent, brooding as they set up camp and
doffed their clothing for bed.  The tension of her body pressing against
Fera's backside had been plain.  But her grip finally slackened, and the
warm breath on Fera's ear had slowed as the girl had drifted off to sleep
behind her.
   She seemed better this morning, Fera thought, admiring the graceful
poise of the mage dancing through a martial routine with the obvious
benefit of long practice.  Her staff twisted and curled into a backwards
grasp in one arm, the palm of the other stretched forward, and the sheer
cloth floated with the curve of her hips as she pivoted the other way,
twisting on the toe of one foot, an arm above her, then rebalancing in a
defensive posture with her staff held diagonally in front of her and the
weight of her shoulder braced for a frontal blow.  Like water, she shifted
again, hips pivoting under the lithe waist in a sublime dance.  Her hand
slashed the air and the other followed with an open-palm strike like a
cobra lashing out, then she rebalanced back to a neutral posture.  The mild
breeze fluttered in the cloth of her skirt and caught in her blonde hair,
swirling it off her bare shoulders and out behind her in a wild stream. 
Fera could see the tiny flashes sparkling in the air around the mage, could
feel the primal tingling in the rise of her fur.  Not just physical
practice, but magical too.  The girl wove them together effortlessly,
atmosphere vibrating with the invisible currents of force she wove
effortlessly around her.
   She wanted to keep watching the lovely sight, but guilt prickled her
tail.  She hadn't been invited, and the thought of being thumped by magic
again if she accidentally startled the mage didn't appeal to her.  She
could get breakfast started at least.  Maybe she could ask Jacqueline to
show her that dance again later, she thought, as she turned and walked the
short distance back to the clearing.  She was surprised when the thought
made her blush.
   She was searching through the saddlebags for their food when something
caught her eye: a heavy tome had spilled halfway out of the top of
Jacqueline's personal pack.  Fera bent closer, and pulled the massive book
out so she could see it.
   MONSTRUM FACTORUM
   The title was etched heavily into the dark cover like a prophecy of
doom. Fera could barely lift the thing.  It seemed to have thousands upon
thousands of pages, and it pulled at her hands as if imbued with its own
sense of weight.  A complicated pattern of overlapping metal plates
resembling beast scales edged the front and back covers.
   Was this about the monsters?  Maybe if she could learn more about them,
she wouldn't keep making so many dumb mistakes.  The embarassment of the
Squick still stuck with her.  She traced a finger along the severe metal of
one of the catches, and it seemed to snap open by itself.
   No.  She pushed the book away and turned to the other bags.  Rummaging
about through a mage's belongings would just bring trouble.  She didn't
want to get held in the air or have her fur set on fire again.  But the
book lingered in the corner of her eyes, a tantalizing mystery, even as she
tried to ignore it and find something for breakfast.  Surely it wouldn't
hurt to take a tiny peek, right?  If it was so dangerous Jacqueline
wouldn't have just left it lying around.  Fera paused her rummaging, tail
lashing back and forth indecisively, until her curiosity got the better of
her.
   Pulling out the heavy thing and holding it steady in her lap, she pulled
at the remaining metal snaps that kept the book closed, and opened it. 
Lustrous gilt of gold and silver decorated the inside of the heavy cover,
metal embossed with intricate textures of hundreds of bestial features that
intertwined and flowed together seamlessly in a grand design: serpent
scales, furry hides, chitonous shells, feral bodies of brutish muscles and
slavering jaws that snaked together into one long composite of artfully
explicit horror.  Smooth human skin seemed embedded in the abstract margins
of all the monstrous forms, the tiny bodies of little girls bearing
rapturous expressions and bent in lewd positions.  Fera gaped.  She had
never seen any craftwork so fine in her life.  The humans could make
anything.  The whole piece was a seamless display connected to the metal
corners that protected the cover of the book, and it almost seemed to
writhe with a hidden power that she found vaguely unsettling.
   Quicky she turned the inner cover to the first page.  It was inlaid with
a complicated, arcane pattern studded with brilliant gemstones - diamonds
and rubies and sapphires cut and placed in geometric precision among the
intersections of the sparkling ellipses.  The gems seemed to roil with an
inner smoke that lurked just beyond the edges of perception.  More magic,
probably.  The convoluted curves drew her eye to the center of the piece,
where there was an inscription.
   SEPHIRA ARCANA
   PERCUTERE INIMICUS, INTELLIGATIS
   Hopefully it wasn't a curse or something.  Her fingers traced the
opulent design in awe, then pulled at the corner of the page.  It resisted,
as if the parchment were made of something so much heavier than paper.  It
wasn't stuck, it just...there.  The paper lifted and she turned to the next
page.
   FIAT VIOLÄ-TUM
   Dark lettering with angular, threatening lines filled the gaps around a
flowing, abstract illustration that filled her with a faint sense of dread,
as if someone far off had whispered something horrible.  Her ears flattened
involuntarily and her fingertips slowly traced the ink of the sinister
words in the center of the page.  They conjured a faint menace, drawing her
gaze and holding it in the same way it seemed to do to the forms on the
page all around it.  Humans?  Beasts?  Straining together in bondage?  It
all seemed to flow from one piece to the next, dancing on the edge of
something concrete and terrifying without resolving into form.  Her
eyeballs slid along the lines as if powerless to grasp the whole of the
oppressive depiction.
   Feeling slightly dizzy, she turned the page again.  More black
lettering, around a maelstrom that rested in the geometric center of a
composite of complicated, asymmetric designs.  The next page illustrated
the workings of some 6-pointed device whose shape she could barely
comprehend, and the next was a circle with lines radiating inwards from 5
points, overlaid everywhere on the page with a profusion of arcane symbols
and patterns that seemed to connect together with some kind of mad,
internal logic that made her mind itch even as she looked at it.
   Frustrated, she stuck her fingers in the sheath of pages and opened the
book to a random place in the middle.  Here, at last, was something she
could read.
   "The Chiropede is a long, segmented arthropoid morphologically similar
to the common centipede, with a body composed of a succession of identical
segments ranging from 6 to 12 feet long on the average adult.  Chiropedes
grow additional segments over their lifetime, starting with 3 segments when
they enter adolescence and begin their sexually predatory phase, to
potentially dozens of bodily segments in their mature phase.  Adolescence
begins when the creature reaches the size of a bull, and full-grown
Chiropedes have been known to span dozens of bodily segments, each longer
than the height of a man.  The largest known adult Chiropede was estimated
at 55 segments and over 300 feet long.  It was spotted near the lost city
of Gerond, where it destroyed 6 mixed-unit companies and took 14 mages for
prey before being forced to retreat underground."
   Fera turned the page and was greeted by a full-page illustration of the
massive creature in action, its long body tracing a sinuous curve up the
slope of a hill, weathering fireballs and lightning bolts hurled from tiny
forms at the summit.  She had never heard of such a creature, or anything
like it.  Her village preferred to stay isolated from the outside world. 
She peered closely at the picture: the vibrant colors almost seemed to
ripple with a subtle movement.  There seemed to be girls stuck to the
Chiropede all along its belly, mouths open as if they were howling.  The
scene was so vivid that Fera could practically hear the scuttling sounds of
the monster - the work of a master artist, or perhaps the page itself was
magic.
   Feeling even more disturbed, she turned to the next page and found a
detailed diagram of the Chiropede body.  The shape of the reddish-orange
segments reminded her of a long spine, if the spine was fleshy and had
belonged to a giant.
   "Although it has a head segment armed with three sets of fearsome
mandibles, attacking this portion of the body does little good.  A
Chiropede has no eyes, no mouth, and no digestive system.  It absorbs
nutrients from its prey through the special regions on each segment's
underbelly, and its brain is fully distributed throughout the complicated
nervous system of its segmented body.  A destroyed head segment will grow
back within a month, and severing the segmented body simply results in two
Chiropedes of lesser size.
   "The chitonous shell that covers the bodily segments is impervious to
normal weaponry.  The hide of an adult Chiropede can even deflect a
ballista bolt.  In contrast, the underbelly of the creature is both
unprotected and highly variegated.  Hundreds of small blue tentacles
extrude from the perimeter of the shell near the underbelly, and these
dextrous limbs serve equally well for locomotion, combat, and reproduction.
Close combat with a Chiropede is highly discouraged, as it can dispatch an
attacker with ease using its tentacles or simply by crushing them.  If
cornered, a Chiropede's body can be destroyed by disintegration magic, but
their surprising agility and rapid burrowing ability make this difficult.
Chiropedes are aggressive but retreat underground when faced with
threatening force, only standing their ground if confronted in their lair.
However, each attempt to pursue a creature to its home has ended in total
disaster and the loss of all mages involved.  There are currently no known
effective tactics to fight Chiropedes - coordinated distraction and rapid
evacuation are the recommended alternatives for mages in the field."
   Fera was not prepared for what she found on the next page, and nearly
dropped the book.
   "The tentacled appendages are capable of restraint and penetration of
captured girls, which they perform with wild enthusiasm.  The fleshy cavity
in the center of each segment's underbelly is large enough to hold the body
of a human girl, and the moist skin constricts around its prey and excretes
an enzyme that adheres to the girl's back, bonding her tightly to the
creature.  So ensnared, a girl is unreachable unless the body can be rolled
over to reach the space."
   The side-view showed a struggling prepubescent girl, no more than 10 and
naked as the day she was born, encased in the segment of the monsters's
body, facing downward with her back and legs stuck to the yellowing flesh
by a sticky layer of mucus.  Fera read on, mouth gaping in horror.
   "Once its prey is properly suspended, the tentacles begin to rape the
girl, coiling around struggling limbs and penetrating her mouth, vagina,
and anus, ejaculating indiscriminately both inside the girl and out.  This
ancillary semen is rich in aphrodisiac enzymes that drastically heighten
the sexual experience of the girl, and begins the tier 1 Conversion effects
within a day.  Additional treatment comes from the region of bumpy deposits
in the center of the cavity, typically located behind the adhered girl's
neck: these bumps engorge during sexual activity and excrete a viscious
green syrup that seeps into the girl's skin, allowing rapid effect by
direct delivery to the brainstem.  After a day, a captured girl's orgasmic
experiences increase by at least an order of magnitude.  There is some
scholarly debate as to whether it is the tentacle semen or the excreted
fluid that begins the tier 1 conversion, or some combination of both. 
Conclusive evidence remains elusive as Chiropede anatomy has proven
difficult to study.
   The cutaway showed the prepubescent girl writhing in the midst of what
could have been pain or ecstasy, with one of the blue tentacles, engorged
with excitement and topped with a penile glans leaking drips of purple
fluid, worming its way along the lower tract of her colon.  The footnote
described how a girl's anus seemed to be favored by the Chiropede for its
accomodation of lengthy penetration.
   "Although a Chiropede begins the rape of its prey immediately, proper
insemination and impregnation is a prolonged process.  Nutrients and
hormones delivered through the secretions of the underbelly effect the
first stages of this transformation, which takes approximately one week. 
The body temperature in the uterus raises by three degrees, and the cervix
and ovaries expand.  Once it has collected enough prey from its rampage,
the Chiropede returns to its lair and focuses all its efforts on
impregnation.  After a girl's womb is prepared, the main phallus of that
segment, which usually stays retracted into the flesh at the rear of the
cavity, emerges and penetrates the vagina, causing rapid, extended orgasms
of the prey for hours until the ejaculation of the primary semen is
complete."
   The next diagram depicted a thick, rigid rod of gooey nubs worming its
way up the little girl's pussy while she shrieked with obvious joy.  Three
tiny tendrils had crept from the end of the monstrous organ, slipping
tentatively through the hole of her cervix and depositing a foul-looking
film of black-brown fluid inside.
   "The Chiropede's normal activity halts during its impregnation phase, as
extended penetration seems to a biological necessity of the process.  Once
the womb is filled with the arthropod's semen, the bulbous nubs secret a
resin that gradually hardens in the vaginal canal over the course of hours.
The phallus is slowly withdrawn, leaving layers of its deposits behind
until the vagina is thoroughly plugged and its seed is sealed safely inside
the girl's womb.  Gestation takes approximately 2 weeks, with rape and
deposits of ample amounts of secondary semen continuing in the girl's other
available orifices during this time.
   "When a girl enters labor, she is finally released from the Chiropede's
segment, and affixed to the walls or floor of its lair with more hardened
resin, with her legs spread open for birth and all orifices exposed. 
Enzymes released during labor break down the plug in the vaginal canal. 
Birth takes place rapidly, always resulting in the delivery of one larval
Chiropede.  The grub-like offspring feeds at its mothers exposed holes,
using a flexible proboscis to consume the deposits of secondary semen that
have been fermented and heated in the mother's body.  This nutritional
function suggests the secondary semen may not be semen at all, despite its
ejaculatory source and the apparent presence of sperm, but there is little
academic consensus.  Research continues in this area.
   "The pheremonal presence of its newborn young in the lair excites the
growth process of the parent Chiropede, triggering the process that grows
additional segments over the course of the next month.  This means a
Chiropede's length is a direct reflection of how many girls it has
impregnated with its young.  Girls who have already given birth need no
additional preparation and can be immediately inseminated again.  The
Chiropede usually performs this task and then takes its new brood out to
train it and find new prey for capture.  Little else is known about this
process due to the difficulty of exploring Chiropede lairs."
   The remaining diagrams defied belief.  Fera squeezed her eyes shut and
flipped far ahead in the book.  It was more of the same.  Monsters and vile
creatures of every shape and size, ready to pounce on little human girls
and stuff them with as many different kinds of bulging cocks as the
imagination could conceive.  How many chapters were in this tome? 
Hundreds? It seemed to hold far more pages than even its voluminous size
would suggest.  More magic, probably.  Floating things that lurked in the
sewers: Squelches, it called them.  Flying creatures, Wyverns, Manticores,
giant Buzzards, horse and bull-creatures, slugs and plants and insects and
other things that lurked in the earth, behemoths and two-headed giants and
even the horrible spider creatures called Arachma.  Fera hated spiders, but
she couldn't resist a quick peep: the picture of the girl with her belly
rendered translucent by the arist to reveal the thousands of small eggs
swelling inside was too much.  She slammed the book shut.
   "I had the same reaction at first.  Most girls do."
   Fera whirled around in surprise, tail tucked between her legs. 
Jacqueline was crouched by the fire, crushing tea leaves and dumping them
into the open kettle.  How had she come back without Fera hearing her? 
More magic, probably.
   "Alinayah taught me to do that." Jacqueline gestured with her head in
the direction of the cliff.  "It harmonizes the body and mind with the
magical currents that suffuse the world.  Lets us condense and weave
faster, easier, smooths out the sudden flux.  It's like exercise.  It's
funny, but our instructors never taught us about that."
   "Oh." Fera's ears were wilting.  So much for hoping she hadn't been
noticed.
   "It's ok." Jacqueline smiled reassuringly at her.  "Here." She held out
her hand, and Fera handed over the heavy tome.
   "There's an appendix.  The Felis are in here." Jacqueline paged all the
way to the end, then handed the book back.  "Take a look."
   Fera read it.  It was all wrong.  Felis didn't live in trees.  They
didn't avoid running water.  The descriptions of their society and
mannerisms were mostly fiction.  And where had humans got the ridiculous
notion that Felis liked catswort so much?
   "Well?" A sly smile seemed to be edging the corners of Jacqueline's
mouth.
   "It uh...leaves a few things out," Fera said.
   Jacqueline laughed richly.  "It's bunk isn't it?"
   "Yeah." Fera handed the book back.
   "Thought so.  There's no way it would be up to date.  The Factorum
is...old.  Older than Teleria."
   Fera gestured timidly at the menacing black tome.  "Is this what they
teach you in mage school?"
   "Yeah.  Every mage at the academy is issued one.  We have to learn every
word in it." A wry gesture decorated Jacqueline's face as she stirred the
kettle.  "The ones we can understand anyway."
   "What do the inscriptions mean?"
   Jacqueline sighed and tapped her wooden spoon on the metal rim of the
kettle to dry it.
   "Most of them, we don't really know.  The old mages would have known,
the ones from Aen Sielle.  We've forgotten so much."
   Fera pondered that as she dumped a few links of sausage in the pan and
Jacqueline poured tea into the two little tin cups.  It wasn't much of a
breakfast, but she felt a lot better afterwards as she helped clean up and
pack.  The endless pages of little girls being stuffed with monster cocks
had been banished to the back of her mind.
   After striking their camp and getting everything back into the
saddlebags, Jacqueline mounted up on Meredith first, and held out a hand
for Fera.
   "Come on." The mage beckoned her hand impatiently.  Fera shrank back
reflexively at the horse's annoyed snort, thinking she might kick or bolt.
But that was silly.  Meredith was a lamb.  Horses just never liked her
smell much.  She planted a foot in the stirrup and let Jacqueline haul her
up into the rear of the saddle.
   The rocky path led the girls down a wide hillside into a dry valley of
bushes and scrub, the orange flames of sunrise ahead of them finally paling
to a lustrous blue.  Fera held on lightly to her friend, hands on the soft
skin of the girl's hips above the golden metal braces.  Jacqueline kicked
the horse to a trot when they finally reached the level ground of the
valley, so Fera locked her fingers together in front, the slender girl's
smooth tummy brushing her hands with the motion of the horse.
   Scattered trees gave way to sere bushes and scrub as the girls followed
the widening valley through a long curve.  The river had dried up in the
summer heat, dying to just a few scattered puddles and long stretches of
cracked dirt.  Meredith plodded on as the sun rose overhead.  Once,
Jacqueline turned their course, moving them away from a cliffside of loose
rocks.
   "Crags over there," she muttered.  "Good thing I have wards.  They all
have girls already, but no point in taking chances."
   "What's a Crag?" Fera hadn't seen that one on the pages of the Monstrum
Factorum.
   "Basically, they're just a mouth and a stomach.  They etch the rock away
as they grow, burrowing deep and leaving just the mouth on the surface,
camouflaged.  They have these long tongues, and if a girl gets near they
snatch them up and pull them inside." Jacqueline stiffened as she went on.
"Then they rape you.  The stomach inside has all these tentacles, and they
hold you tight and just go to work in every hole you have.  They feed you,
and girl cum feeds them."
   Fera sat uncomfortably when her friend paused, ears wilting.
   "I had to root out some crags once.  Not much point, really.  After a
while they're like one shared body with the girls they've eaten.  Symbiotes
that feed each other.  Once we got a girl out a week after she was taken -
just a little village girl who had taken the wrong way home."
   "She said it was ecstasy," the mage went on, smelling equal parts upset
and aroused.  "All her clothes had dissolved away, and every inch of her
body was covered with this sticky gook like saliva.  There was a major
fuss. She wouldn't eat, kept begging for cock all the time, would orgasm
every time anyone touched her.  She was only 8.  Everyone blamed us because
we couldn't do anything about it.  In the end she ran away again, into the
mountains, looking for another Crag."
   "Oh." Fera squeezed her arms around her friend, trying to comfort her.
"I'm sure you did everything you could."
   "Thing is, I'm not even sure she was wrong," Jacqueline muttered
quietly. "She's probably as happy as she can be."
   The conversation lapsed into silence.  Fera looked over at the cliffside
as they passed.  Hidden monsters, just over there, each one raping a little
girl continuously in their underground bodies, feeding on her pleasure. 
Not even Fera's sensitive ears could hear them.
   They left the monsters behind them and rode on for hours.  The sun had
long passed its apex and they had entered a smoother region of long, dried
grass that waved in the wind by the time Fera spoke up again.
   "Hey Jacqueline?  What did you do when you were little?" Maybe a change
of subject would do them good.  Something that didn't involve monster cocks
penetrating young girls.
   "Horses." Fera could see Jacqueline's grin at the corner of her mouth.
"My family had a lot of horses.  We trained them.  I've had Meredith since
I was little." She reached out to pat the docile mare at the top of the
shaggy mane.  "I rode her everywhere all the time.  Dad used to say he
couldn't tell where the horse ended and his little girl began."
   "That's sweet," Fera giggled.  "Sounds like fun, riding everywhere like
this all the time."
   "Like this?  Oh no Fera.  Not like this." Jacqueline snapped the beat
her thighs against Meredith's flanks violently.  "Like THIS!"
   Fera's shriek was lost to the wind as the horse bolted into a gallop. 
Wind howled against her face and blew her hair out behind her, making her
ears tuck against her head with fright.  She held on to Jacqueline for dear
life, the girl laughing madly, snapping the reins to urge the horse even
faster, stomach hitching against fera's hands.  Her mirth mixed with the
crashing tempo of hoof beats that drowned everything else out of Fera's
hearing.  Twin streamers of white gossamer fluttered out behind them from
Jacqueline's hips, the sheer cloth of her uniform billowing in the rushing
air and brushing lightly against Fera's legs.  Rocks and bushes flashed by
underneath the blur of hooves.  Fera felt queasy.  She pulled her grip even
tighter against the crazy girl's stomach.
   The headlong rush carried the girls out of the widened valley mouth into
a flat grassland of wildflowers and humming insects.  They streaked across
the green earth, hooves thundering into the open sky like an endless
rolling beat of wild freedom.  Twin flanks of hot horseflesh pounded
endlessly against Fera's thighs and slapped up against her pussy in a heady
tempo, and sticky fluid trickled between her locked fingers on Jacqueline's
stomach.  Summer heat pounded down on them in merciless tyranny, coaxing
sweat that beaded the girl's skin and rubbed to a slick sheen where their
skin rubbed together.  The spiky scents of the wild countryside carried on
the breeze filled Fera's nose, but so did the intriguing aroma of excited
exertion from the girl in front of her.  Jacqueline smelled...enticing.
   "Phew!" Jacqueline finally let the pace falter, Meredith slowing to a
loping walk.  "Gods I miss that.  You miss it too, don't you girl." She
patted the sweaty mare affectionately.  "Don't worry I won't push you too
hard.  You can rest."
   Jacqueline led them to a small pond surrounded by healthy patches of
tall grass.  Fera's arms and fingers had stiffened into a terrified rigor
around Jacqueline's stomach.  She forced them to relax, Jacqueline giggling
at her discomfort, before she could dismount.
   "What you've never galloped like that before?" Jacqueline laughed,
amusement shining in her eyes.  She stroked Meredith on the neck and let
her bend to slop water noisily from the pond.
   "Not...uh...not like that." Fera tried to keep her tail from twitching
with annoyance.  She felt like she wanted to lie down on the springy grass.
She settled for sitting instead.
   "Meredith doesn't even go all that fast anymore," Jacqueline grinned,
plopping onto the grass beside her.  "She's getting older.  Now, get us on
a REAL racing horse, a nice stallion in his prime, and I'll show you how
fast we can go."
   "No thanks." Fera finally gave up and flopped onto her back.  A puffy
cloud was sitting all alone in the sky, deeping from orange to purple with
the fading sun.
   Jacqueline laughed again and patted her leg before getting up to get
some food from their bags.  The girls munched on jerky and the last of
their bread while Meredith snacked on the grass, the buzzing of cicadas
rising to greet the evening in a sleepy rhythm.
   "Why did you leave your village Fera?" Jacqueline asked, leaning back
and resting onto her hands.  "Felis are pretty uncommon in humans lands."
   "Well..." Fera pushed aside her caution with a deliberate effort.  She
could trust Jacqueline.  She was sure of it.
   "You really don't know anything about Felis do you?"
   "Just what's in the Monstrum Factorum," the mage smirked.  "So,
nothing."
   Fera took a deep breath.  "When we turn 10 summers, or whenever the
elders say we can, a Felis leaves the village and goes to human lands. 
We're catgirls, after all.  Girls."
   Comprehension began to dawn in Jacqueline's eyes.
   "So we leave and we find a nice human man, if we can, and we don't come
back until we're pregnant with a litter.  Most humans are pretty happy to
fuck a 10-year-old.  We're usually fertile by then, but we don't catch
easily compared to humans.  So we do it a lot."
   "Hmm, that does explain some of the Felis...reputation."
   Fera laughed at Jacqueline's innocent expression.  "Almost.  Actually
compared to human girls, we love to fuck.  Even if we know we're already
pregnant, it's pretty common to stick around.  Human guys are nice." She
smiled, thinking back to all her experiences.  "Well, usually.  Not people
like Stephan."
   "How did you even end up there?"
   "Well, even he was nice at first," Fera said.  "Plus, I had nothing at
that point, and he gave me a place to stay when I came to the city." She
sighed.  "I had met this really nice boy a few months before.  He was a
stablehand.  We spent...a lot of time in the stables."
   Jacqueline giggled.  "What was he like?"
   "Really sweet.  Brown hair and eyes.  He had these crazy muscles from
pitching hay all the time.  He always brought me flowers that he picked
from the fields whenever we met.  And cream.  I told him I liked it once,
as a joke.  Then it just became too funny to stop."
   "What happened to him?"
   "He wanted to go to ___ to apprentice to a leatherworker.  So we did. 
He was knifed on the first day for his coinpurse."
   ----- ~~~corroborate this with her first account of people she met
   "Jeez." Jacqueline turned to look down at her.  "Fera I'm so sorry."
   "Yeah I...I miss him." She felt tears come to her eyes suddenly.  She
hadn't thought about Pieter in days.  He had been the one, she was so sure.
She wanted to have his kittens so badly.  And then, just like that, he was
gone.
   "So you'll go back to your village once you're pregnant?" Jacqueline
asked.
   Fera wiped the moisture from her eyes.  "Yeah.  Well I'll have to go
back to where there are more humans, once I'm done helping you."
   "I wouldn't mind seeing your village too," Jacqueline said, looking at
the pond contemplatively.  " The other Felis probably know the area too. 
They could help."
   Fera sat quietly, staring at the back of Jacqueline's head.  There was a
reason they usually didn't let anyone in, and the world was so much more
dangerous than she had realized when she first left.
   "Jacqueline...did you say people might be following you?"
   "They might." The mage turned to look at Fera.
   "Could monsters also be following you?"
   Jacqueline shrugged.  "They might be."
   There was her fear.  She had been stupid, to reveal so much, to trust
someone she really didn't know very well at all.
   "You'll bring monsters to our village.  They'll take all my sisters and
rape them just like those...those Centaurum" she said.
   "What?!" Jacqueline made a placating gesture, talking over Fera's panic.
"No.  NO, Fera.  Stop.  Don't worry.  Nothing will happen to your village.
Listen." She put a hand on Fera's knee.  "I'll do everything I can, which
is a lot.  NO monsters will ever threaten it while I'm around.  Remember
what I did to those bandits in ____?"
   "Those monsters..." Fera gulped.  "I kept dreaming about them last
night...thinking about them getting loose in a Felis village, my sisters
all bent over, just like that girl..." a frightened sob began in her
throat. It had seemed so real.  She thought she had pushed the vision away,
but it had leaped back with sudden force.  The lurid descriptions of all
the rapacious beasts she had found on the pages of the Factorum hadn't
helped at all.
   "Fera, listen." Jacqueline had rolled onto her side on the grass and
squeezed Fera's thigh.  "Do you know what I do?  I kill monsters.  I've
killed at least a dozen Centaurum." She held up her polished white staff,
the sapphire gleaming from a nest of filigree at the tip.  She almost never
seemed to put it down.  "As long as I have this, nothing gets near us, and
NOTHING will hurt your village.  I promise.  Ok?"
   Still sniffling, Fera let the girl pull her into a hug.  Maybe it was
Jacqueline's confident grin, or the pleasant feeling of her smooth chest
pressing up against her own, but she did start to feel a bit better.  The
pretty girl seemed like she could handle anything.  She was a mage after
all, invincible.  Fera inhaled the scent of her friend as they embraced -
she smelled of confidence and an inviting warmth
   The sun had dipped below the jagged peaks in the distance.  Eventually
the girls broke their embrace in an awkward silence and began to set camp.
Fera helped by picketing Meredith while Jacqueline cast spells to clear a
firepit and lit it with a brief stream of flames from the end of her staff.
They hung a pot for soup and another for tea and sat together on the
bedroll by the fire, gnawing on their supply of jerky and mealy bread.
   "Do you miss your sisters Fera?" Jacqueline had been staring into the
flames with a morose look on her face.
   "Yeah, a lot.  How about you?  Do you miss your family?"
   The mage nodded.  "Yeah.  My mom and my dad.  I haven't seen them in
forever.  Parah was all I had."
   "Was she your sister?"
   Jacqueline hesitated before answering, stirring the soup with a wooden
spoon.
   "No.  She's someone else's sister.  A girl I trained with from the
academy.  On our first patrol we were supposed to wipe out a nest of
Chrysilae.  Did you get to that chapter in the Factorum?"
   Fera shook her head.
   "Flying bugs.  Kind of like waps, or mosquitoes, but big.  Big enough to
pick up a girl.  Four wings and segmented bodies and they make this awful
noise when they're flying through the air that just gets inside you and
vibrates in your teeth and makes you just incredibly horny.  Most girls get
wet immediately and can't even keep their hands off their cunts when a
swarm of Chrysilae are near.  It's pretty overpowering, which is why you
need mages to block the sound.  Well we were cutting through the brush of a
forest to reach the cliffs where they were when we stumbled on a nest of
Ursa.  Bear-things.  Hugely aggressive.  We weren't expecting them at all."
   Jacqueline stared into the fire as she talked, tense as she recalled the
experience.
   "They cut through the soldiers and charged the mages immediately.  The
three girls in front of me were bowled over and held down.  The Ursa tore
their uniforms off and started fucking them right there on the ground.  I
didn't know a 10-year-old's pussy could accomodate a 16-inch bear cock in
it before that.  Ursa are so hard to hurt and more were coming at us, and
we were barely able to regroup and retreat with just the losses of 3 mages
and 10 soldiers.
   "We wanted to go back and free them, but our captain ordered us to
continue.  He said if we were stupid enough to get ambushed like that, we
deserved to get raped by bear monsters.  'Little cunts needed a good
dicking anyway.  Might keep the rest in line,' he laughed.  Plus, the
mission was more important.  The Chrysilae nest threatened the whole
region, and we couldn't afford to get caught in another blunder.
   The soup was ready.  Fera spooned it into a pair of bowls and handed one
to Jacqueline.
   "Thanks.  So we all had studied Chrysilae.  They have 2 pairs of 6 limbs
on their undersides in addition to their normal legs, and they grab a girl
by wrapping theses around her and holding her tight against their thorax as
they fly away.  The base of their abdomen has a complicated bug-like
phallus instead of a stinger, and they have three red bulbs that hold fluid
at the base of their cock and more embedded like nodules along their
abdomen.  They fuck their girl as they fly and cum inside them, and
orifices on the length of their cock harvest the girl's pussy juice when
she orgasms, sucking it back into their bodies and storing it in the sacs.
The hive is a big construction usually made in a dry concavity in a
cliffside, with hexagonal cells filled with this blue crystallized resin.
Each cell has a girl embedded inside it with her pussy exposed to the
outside, so they can fly around and have fun as they impregnate each one. A
new girl is pushed up against an existing cell and raped by her Chrysilae
for days, which drinks her pussy juice and uses it to excrete more of the
blue resin to hold her in place.  Once she's firmly affixed, she's just
another cell in the hive.
   "So we knew everything about them, right?  We were prepared.  We were
going to burn their fucking bug hive to ashes.  Except what we didn't know
is how damn smart they were.  Val was maintaining the spell that kept their
sound muffled while the rest of us tore into the swarm, but one of the
fuckers divebombed her and knocked her off her feet.  She lost control of
the spell for just an instant, and that...*buzzing* broke right through. 
Gods I've never felt something so...so..."
   Jacqueline swallowed awkwardly and looked down at her soup, then set the
bowl down.
   "Val was rolling around with her mage's skirt pulled up, fingering
herself, when one flew down and wrapped all those bug legs around her like
a cage.  I saw it stuff its big bug cock into her pussy and then fly off
with her.  Tess was on her knees, pulling her clothes off and rubbing
herself all over and moaning.  Another one got her.  Serena tried to fight
back, but when she pointed her staff at the one landing on top of her it
just grabbed it with its mandibles and crunched it in two.  It seemed to
enjoy pushing her down and listening to her scream.
   "The rest of us got away, somehow," Jacqueline said.  "But the hive had
20 new cells filled with little girls by the time we left.  I had promised
Val that if anything happened to her, I would take care of Parah.  Once I
left the Order I went and found her."
   An uncomfortable silence stretched over the camp.  Fera didn't know what
to say.  The poor mage seemed so vulnerable, just a tiny 12-year-old in a
skimpy patchwork of gossamer cloth that did almost nothing to hide the
nakedness of her petite body.  Not much to wield the forces of the cosmos
against armies of monstrous beasts slavering to rape her silly.
   "So much for that." Jacqueline shrugged nonchalantly, but Fera saw the
moisture forming in the corners of her eyes.  "Parah was only 6.  She's
probably wiggling on a trio of Minotaurum cocks right now with her little
belly growing with pregnancy.  Minotaurum like to make good use of all a
girl's holes."
   "Jacqueline!  Come on.  Here." Fera pulled the girl into a hug just as
her friend had done for her earlier, squeezing comfortingly as Jacqueline's
chest hitched with a strangled sob.  Her confident scent was gone, replaced
by a shy vulnerability.  This was the real Jacqueline, soft-hearted and
vulnerable, once her superficial in-charge demeanor finally dropped.
   "Ok." Jacqueline sniffed one last time and wiped the tears from her eyes
as their hug broke.  "I'm ok.  Thanks Fera."
   Fera gave her a crooked smile.  Jacqueline was so cute, her nose and
cheeks flushed red in the firelight.  She wanted to pull her back into an
embrace, hold the girl in her arms and help soothe the weight of the world
on her shoulders.
   "It's just...burning one bug hive isn't going to do anything.  Purging
one Arachma nest doesn't help anymore.  It used to, when there weren't so
many monsters.  Now with most of the South overrun, there are so many
little girls eagerly breeding more monsters that we're more helpless than
ever.  That's why I have to find a way to stop them all.  That's why your
help is so important Fera."
   "How many different kinds of monsters are there?"
   Jacqueline shrugged.  "Nobody knows.  We've identified thousands
already, and are discovering more all the time."
   "And they come from the South?"
   "No, no..." Jacqueline scrubbed the last of the tears from her face. 
"Southern Teleria is just where we first saw them.  We don't know how they
get here, but monsters come from the Abyss.  It's a dimension of infinitely
intertwined layers.  We don't know anything about it."
   "Well," she corrected herself with a sly grin, "MOST mages don't know
anything about it.  I stole a book from someone named Sheila d'Anzer. 
(hadn't i already mentioned Sheila?)It was ancient, probably from Aen
Sielle and a lot of it was muddled with the foundational magic in the book
starting to break down, and the few bits I could read were almost
maddeningly vague.  It kept praising something it called the Consumation.
But I managed to pick up a few things from it: Org-reh and Ettu are from a
place called Utgard.  And there was another chapter about a plane called
Antenora, and it mentioned that Dopplegangers and Grelleth could be found
there.  It made it sound like those places didn't really exist though, like
they were just abstractions.  I think whoever wrote it was nuts."
   "If monsters come from the abyss, is that where magic comes from too?"
   "Definitely not!" Jacqueline laughed.  "No, magic doesn't COME from
anywhere.  It's not some separate piece of reality.  It IS reality."
Jacqueline waved her hands vaguely.  "It's in everything, everywhere,
behind everything.  Luminous.  The instructors who taught us magical theory
called it "the plenary complement of causality." It's an essential part of,
well, everything." She shook her head in frustration.  "It's hard to
explain this to someone without any magical training."
   "Try me." Fera's tail bristled slightly.  She wasn't stupid.
   "Well..." the mage paused, lips pursed in thought.  "It's tempting to
think of magic as its own thing all alone and independent, but that's not
right at all.  Think of your shadow on the ground on a sunny day.  If the
sun goes away, what happens to your shadow?"
   "It would go away too," Fera replied.
   "Right.  So the light and the shadow are complements.  They can only
exist with each other.  You couldn't have just a shadow in that situation,
but no light, and you couldn't have light without the shadow."
   "I think I get it," Fera said.  "Everywhere you go, there's magic."
   "Wherever there's reality, there's magic," Jacqueline nodded.  "It
doesn't go away or get moved around or used up."
   "I thought mages used up magic to cast spells."
   "Think of it this way." Jacqueline waved her hands expansively.  "Did
you know there's water in the air all the time?  Tons of it, everywhere,
floating around in tiny bits too small to see.  If enough bits get close
enough together, they form a droplet which can move around and do things
the bits could never do on their own.  The nature of it hasn't changed, but
the capability has."
   "That's what we do," Jacqueline went on.  "We bring all the tiny bits of
magical power together.  We condense it, until there's enough substance to
mold into the shape we want.  That's the gift the gods left our world: an
infinite sea of magic, suffusing everything, binding it all together.
   The rising drone of crickets had added their noise to the crackling of
the fire.  Fera wrapped her arms around her legs and curled her tail up to
ward off the chill.  Overhead, stars twinkled in a calming sea.  It was
comforting, to think of a light and a power that lingered behind every
stone, every blade of grass.
   "Here, watch this."
   Jacqueline waved her staff casually at the pool, tracing a delicate
sheen of blue light that rippled from the gem at the end of her staff and
then slowly faded in the air.  iA blue glimmer began to show from the
depths of the water, rising into a pale brilliance that suddenly pulsed
outward and caused a thousand flickering lights to ignite in the air.  Fera
gaped.  The motes drifted gently in the air like tiny stars.  One floated
by her eyes and she peered at it, seeing the glimmering outline of an
insect-like creature swimming deep in the pool of light.
   "Arcmites," Jacqueline said.
   "What are they?" Fera cupped her hands around one of the tiny flickers,
catching it like it was a firefly.  It pulsed warmly in her hands,
vibrating with a silent buzz that tickled until she finally giggled and
opened them again to let the creature drift out.
   "I don't think anybody knows what they really are.  They appear
sometimes in the wake of large magical currents.  Magic is like sunlight,
it suffuses everything.  Mages are like mirrors.  We can reflect it and
shape it how we desire."
   Jacqueline stood up and held out her staff.  A dozen of the floating
motes drifted down to rest on the gem at the tip, as if attracted to it.
   "Other creatures, like these arcmites, are more like windows, letting
the true nature of the magical reality shine through.  Our world is
swimming in magical beauty all the time, and most don't people even realize
it.  Magic is like sunlight that suffuses everything.  It's a binding
force, through all the planes and everything that lives.  The monsters too.
They can wield it.  It's as much a part of them as it is us.  We don't know
why.  But humans have forgotten almost everything we used to know about
magic.  The old mages of Aen Sielle, they knew everything.  We barely know
scraps."
   "What happened to them?"
   "I don't know.  Nobody knows.  It was thousands of years ago.  Maybe
they uncovered something they couldn't handle.  Personally, I think it was
monsters.  But we'll use magic to beat them.  This time, we won't lose."
   Determination on her face, Jacqueline punctuated this pronouncement with
a thrust of her staff over her head.  Light gleamed from the tip, then
trailed in a ribbon through the air as the mage brought it down in a wide
swish and then twirled around, streamers of diaphonous cloth flaring out
into a helix around her legs.  The dwindling fire suddenly went out by
itself, filling the clearing with pale shadows, and the crickets died off
abruptly.  A blue light pulsed simultaneously from the pool and the field
of drifting arcmites, once, faintly, then again, and then a third time in a
blue flash that briefly illuminated the whole camp.  All at once, the mites
began to glow fiercely, flickering in perfect time with each other, and
Jacqueline circled her staff in the air in a final gesture that set them
all in motion, swirling around the edges and roof of the campsite like a
brilliant galaxy, picking up speed and scintillating through hues of pink
and blue and purple.
   Fera stood up, mouth hanging open.  It was beautiful.  A multitude of
mites sailed the currents of an invisible whirlpool, covering the girl's
camp in a dazzling canopy of graceful motion and color.  This must be what
the universe looked like to the gods, Fera thought.  Infinite seas of
lights, each one a star, a world, or many worlds, sailing through an
ever-changing expanse of magnificent beauty.  She looked over at
Jacqueline, saw her eyes uplifted with a delighted grin on her face,
enjoying the sight just as much as Fera was.  Flashing hues played against
the 12-year-old girl's body, coloring her smooth skin, suffusing the
translucent cloth of the skimpy mage uniform until it was almost invisible
to the eye.  The pink peaks of her nipples were plainly visible, delicate
nubs and the ruby between them the only decorations on the flat sweep of
the girl's chest and stomach.  The armwraps and hanging cloth over her
pussy took on such a fragile appearance from the soft light that they
seemed like gauze that might tear at any moment.
   "Jacqueline." She whispered, taking a step closer and peering at her
shoulder.  "Jac." The girl dropped her head suddenly and turned, almost
brushing lips her against Fera's own, surprised by the sudden closeness. 
She was so adorable.  Jacqueline's warm breath played over Fera's lips,
making them tingle, and Fera had a sudden desire to press forward, to
sample the girl's inviting taste, to wrap her arms around her under the
light of their personal stars.
   "Jac, your shoulder," she swallowed nervously and rested her hand on
Jacqueline's back.  "I think it's bleeding again."
   Jacqueline turned and Fera bent to look.  The bottom of the gash was
healing well enough, but the top was still ragged, and a trickle of blood
was worming its way out from a break near the top.  Too much moving around.
It had probably broken a little on the horseride and been aggravated by all
the long sweeps of the staff.
   "I'll have to bandage it again.  Here, sit down." She guided the girl to
sit on the bedroll with a hand on her shoulder, then retrieved the little
satchel with their medical supplies from the saddlebags.
   "Does it hurt?" She asked Jacqueline, as she kneeled behind her.
   "Yeah.  It-ouch!" She winced slightly as Fera gently touched her finger
to the top of the wound.
   "It's not bleeding too bad." She used the little scissors to slice a
section of bandage off the roll, then pressed it to the lip of the wound.
Jacqueline's shoulders tensed, but Fera held the cloth in place until blood
had stopped seeping from the edge.
   Fera pulled out the balm and leaned forward.  "Ok, I'll rub some of this
in," she whispered into Jacqueline's ear.  "It should help with the pain."
   She dipped her fingers in the oily substance and began to massage it
into the skin around the wound on Jacqueline's back.  The fluid slicked
onto the naked skin easily, glistening briefly in the firelight before
Fera's stroking fingers could work it in.  She worked her way down,
tenderly brushing the balm into the red gap of the cut, taking care at the
edges of the wound.  Moving the skin too much might make it bleed again. 
Instead her fingers stroked downward an inch away from the cut, spreading
the soothing medicine and massaging it until the oily sheen had mostly
dried.  It even smelled nice, like a field bursting with wildflowers.
   "Does that feel good?" Fera let the breath of her whisper tickle her
friend's ear.
   Jacqueline nodded.  "Yeah.  Mmmm, doesn't hurt anymore." She sniffed and
sighed, tense muscles relaxing under Fera's touch.  Fera dipped her fingers
again and worked along the last inch of the angry red cut, until she
reached the strap of white dreamcloth that crossed the back of Jacqueline's
shoulder near the bottom of the wound.  It was in the way, the ragged curve
of the cut ending under the filmy cloth.
   Jac had relaxed entirely, leaning back into the massage, head nodding
with the motion and eyes drooping with languid flutters.
   "It goes under your top here." Fera's fingertip traced a curve across
the fabric.  "You'll have to take it off."
   Still leaning back against Fera's chest, Jacqueline turned her head
slightly, and Fera saw the shy reluctance in her eyes, the nervousness.  It
was so sweet.  Their faces were pressed close together again, breaths
mixing to a hot rush in the space between their lips.  The girl was a sweet
focus for every one of Fera's acute senses: the sudden rush of her
heartbeat, the melting tension in her shoulder where Fera was touching, the
tender scent of girlish arousal pouring from her body.  Fera leaned forward
slightly and turned her head, brushing her lips against Jacqueline's, a
gentle invitation.  After a brief moment Jacqueline pushed back, and their
lips met in a wet embrace.
   Human girls were so lovely, Fera thought, enjoying the sweet florid
taste of Jacqueline's kiss.  So shy, so tender, with a deep core of sweet
energy that they kept barely concealed just beneath the surface.  It rushed
forward now, Jacqueline suddenly pressing back harder on her lips, sampling
the catgirl's taste with equal enthusiasm.  After a moment they broke,
foreheads touching, both girl's chests heaving together with the flush of
their shared passion.  Jacqueline's fingers crept up her chest, slowly, as
if uncertain, and rested against the ruby clasp between her breasts. 
Fera's hands slid around her chest and met in front, resting on
Jacqueline's own, feeling their warmth against her greasy palms.  Slowly,
their fingers pushed the clasp together until it popped open.  Nothing else
kept the mage's sheer top attached.  Their hands moved together, slowly
spreading the cloth, pulling it up to Jacqueline's shoulders and baring her
flat breasts.  Fera reached around hungrily and grasped the little girl's
chest, pinching the pink nipples and rolling them teasingly.
   "mmmmMMMMMMMPH!" The low moan built until Jacqueline's head suddenly
jerked back onto Fera's shoulder with a gasp.  Fera could feel Jacqueline's
excitement buzzing through her body, horny energy quivering in her muscles
like lute strings and mounting to higher octaves each time Fera gave a
gentle tug to her nipples.  A few more twists, cupping the humble curves of
sweet flesh that was the most a 12-year-old girl could offer, feeling the
warmth of Jacqueline's cheek cupped against her own, and she let up.
   "I...I'm..." Jacqueline's hands were shaking.  She fingered her staff as
if putting it down were unthinkable, but she finally let it rest in the
grass.  The wound on her shoulder had stopped bleeding.  Her hands came up
and covered Fera's own on her chest, fingers twining tentatively.
   "I'm a virgin," Jacqueline whispered, swallowing nervously.
   The confusion on Fera's face must have been evident.  She had already
felt Jacqueline's pussy.
   "It's, well, the horses.  You ride them for a long time and...uh..." The
girl blushed crimson.  Her eyes were downcast, shy.  She looked adorable.
   It explained a few things, Fera thought.  The way the vulnerable girl
was quivering in her arms, fearful on the cusp of her new experience.  Fera
tried to smile reassuringly, then decided to plant another light kiss on
the girl's lips instead.
   "That's all the better." Fera breathed the words into Jacqueline's ear.
"Don't be scared." She turned her head slightly, and saw the timid interest
reflected in the 12-year-old girl's eyes from the scintillating heavens
overhead, felt it in the slight squirm of her thin hips.  She stroked
outward across the smooth field of Jacqueline's chest, then gripped the
airy edges of the white dreamcloth and pulled it farther back, letting the
girl shrug her way out of the garment.  A girl's first time was special
beyond words.  She would make it good.  Still, how could it be that a
12-year-old girl was still a virgin in this world?  Her impression was that
most fathers in Teleria did the deed for their daughters whenever they felt
they were old enough.  If not, someone else would.  She wished she had
known her own father, had been able to let him give her that gift, but the
Felis were close-knit and her sisters had shown her the way and then never
let her go unsatisfied, just as she did for them.
   Leaning forward, with a gentle coax of the shoulders, Fera got
Jacqueline to scoot up and lie on her back on the bedroll.  So sweet, she
thought again.  The last traces of anxiety had melted away from the little
girl as she laid back, brilliant ripples of blue and purple light playing
across her naked torso.  Fera hooked a leg over so she could straddle the
girl and rubbed her hips just above the metallic sheen of the golden braces
at her hips, then stroked all the way up, revelling in the smoothness of
the pink, perfect skin that humans had.  She bent, embracing the girl with
a kiss, lips pushing and writhing together and exchanging slick blobs of
heated saliva.  She even tasted wonderful, Fera thought.
   They broke their kiss with a gasp and Fera sat back up.  Her own pussy
was flaring with a desperate itch under her skirt, muscles twitching in
anticipation and sending trickles of juice down her legs.  She reached down
to the clasps that held the braces in place around Jacquline's hips - the
only hard piece of protection in the little girl's entire skimpy uniform -
and undid them so she could pull them off.  The delicate ribbons of hanging
white cloth went with them, as did the flap of gold-edged diaphonous fabric
that passed for panties and was the sole material barrier between the
little 12-year-old mage's pussy and the monsters she fought.
   Jac lifted her hips as Fera pulled the rest of her clothing off, leaving
the girl naked under her on the bedroll, smooth skin shining in the
firelight.  Demure and slender, her thin body seemed so delicate, the
mage's body a supple and vulnerable weapon against the muscled
thousand-pound brutes she destroyed with her magic.  Jacqueline reached up
shyly, lingering on the regions of Fera's silky fur before creeping up and
under the useless flap of half-disintegrated cloth covering Fera's chest.
Such a warm thrill, to feel another girl's fingers on your nipples for the
first time.  Fera squeezed her thighs and moaned from the growing tingling
in her chest.  Cautious, inexperienced, Jacqueline explored Fera's breasts
with her virgin grasp, fingers brushing Fera's pink nubs.  Fera pulled the
tattered brown cloak up and over her shoulders and tossed it aside, leaving
the rent skirt pooled around her waist as her only clothing.  The chill of
the night air had coaxed her nipples to an erect flush, and she squeaked at
the sudden pinch of the other girl's fingers.
   Jacqueline dropped her hands shyly, but Fera gave her a lewd smile, then
bent down to find the tiny slit waiting for her.  It was a perfect little
treat, the hairless, puffy lips blushing with arousal and beaded with
moisture.  Brushing the outside edge with a tentative finger, coaxing a
shiver and a light moan, and ending at the tiny red jewel hidden at the
crest.  Gently, she rubbed it with increasing pressure until Jacqueline
jerked and arched her neck, moaning louder - that sweet little noise, the
sudden squeak of a little girl as she's touched for the first time was the
best thing ever, Fera thought.  The juices beginning to seep out told her
she was doing something right.
   Fera slid her fingers down the sticky groove, probing the pre-pubescent
slit, then ducked her head to kiss the tiny labial edges barely peeking
from the sides.  Looking up, she saw the eager horniness flaring back at
her in Jacqueline's eyes.  She seemed such a different girl in bed, not the
commanding master of the arcane that swept her foes before her and only
started the occassional wildfire, but just a tiny, slender, vulnerable girl
with a shy demeanor and a supple, naked frame with a flat chest that hadn't
even budded a pair of growing breasts yet.  Like an unspoiled flower, no
match at all for the hulking, rapacious creatures that scoured the world
looking for little girl pussy.  Fera rubbed the girl's sides, tail flicking
excitedly, then raised her head to the pink tips that crested from
Jacqueline's smooth chest.  She licked one and brushed it with her lips,
then moved to the other, wrapping it in a gentle suckle.  Hands brushed her
head from both sides, cuddling her cheeks and hair, the girl's body
responding underneath her.  She pulled off the tiny nipple with a wet pop,
leaving a circle of saliva on the girl's skin that pearled in the
flickering firelight, then moved up and buried the girl in another kiss,
lips twisting with their mounting urgency and desire for each other.
   A lone finger circling the smooth skin of Jacqueline's navel, and then
Fera sent it lower, crushing the girl to the bedroll with her hungry kiss
as she trailed down the naked belly until she brushed up against the
hairless pussy again, slick and inviting.  One gentle push inside, and
Jacqueline's pelvis bucked and her legs clamped together.
   "MmmmmmMMMPH!" Jacqueline arched her back and squealed as she was
penetrated.  Hot pressure wrapped Fera's fingers as she pushed in, probing
in surprise, the tunnel of the girl's cunt squeezing like a velvet vice.
   "Virgin?" She asked, a confused expression on her face.
   Jacqueline nodded.  "Horses --" she said, blushing again.  "Sometimes
they, well, if you ride them a lot --"
   "Oh." Another strange fact about humans she hadn't known.  But it was
easier this way.  She took it slow, teasing her way around the delicate
lips, spreadingthe juicy dew over the sensitive lips and the tiny red jewel
until her fingers were slick.  Blushing, Jacqueline met her kiss again,
then broke it off with a turn of her head, shy with inexperience, but Fera
just trailed her lips down the girl's graceful neck, planting kisses in all
the way to her slender shoulders.  They left a trail of wet circles that
glistened in the orange firelight.  Fera's practiced hands worked the
little human pussy and the demure lips until the sweet sounds of a girl
gasping with pleasure finally spilled out into the air of the clearing.
   "I always thought --first time...would be...with a boy." Jacqueline
gasped out the words , naked chest heaving.  "I don't even...know how, with
--".
   "Shhhh." Fera quieted her with a touch.  "I'll show you."
   Fera sat up and moved back slightly, straddling the panting girl at the
waist.  She could feel Jacqueline's thighs twitching with anticipation
between her own.  Setting her legs and getting Jacqueline into a good
position, she bent down again until their chests rubbed together and the
steaming heat of their pussies brushed up against each other.
   The slow grind of her pelvis rubbed her own dripping cunt up against
Jacqueline's, the brushing sensation of slippery genitalia sparking an
electric pleasure that raced up from her crotch.  Both girls moaned in
unison, shuddering in intimate contact.  Slippery juices mixed between the
sloppy kiss of their pussy lips.  Their hands roamed each other's bodies
greedily, the twined pair of prepubescent girls sampling the feelings of
each other's sweet curves and smooth flesh.  Jacqueline's hands roamed her
hips, stroking the silky fur.  Fera kept up the pressure, moving her hips
to rub the little virgin slit with her own.
   Her tail lashed excitedly.  Her ears twitched with delight.  Jacqueline
writhed and squirmed under her, cooing from the pleasure of their contact.
So innocent, such an animated little 12-year-old, body quivering with
delight and face and neck flushed red.  Fera had wanted to hold that body
against her since she saw her friend dancing in the dawn's light, vibrant
blonde hair and sheer white cloth streaming out behind her.  Her hips
pushed and the pace increased, vulvas sliding and rubbing together,
Jacqueline beginning to push back, giving a cute little squeak each time
she did so.  Fera's fur bristled and her heart pumped wildly in her chest.
Her gasps matched Jacqueline's, the wild panting of both beginning to
synchronize as they raced towards climax.
   Wild streaks arced up her spine to her.  Their hips bucked together,
faster, Fera pushing down on the writhing girl, hot breath on her neck and
pointed nipples tickling her chest.  Their pussies slapped and slid
together in a wild frenzy, heated friction finally boiling over into a
torrent of primal energy that sparked in her pussy and crackled up her
nerves until it detonated as a sheet of ecstasy in her brain.  Jacqueline
jerked and wiggled under her, hands gripping Fera's thighs as she cried out
with her own climax.  Pleasure ripped control of her muscles away and she
collapsed against the body beneath her, thighs clenching wildly, chests
rubbing together, trading sweat, two pairs of erect nipples brushing
against and dueling each other.  The wild storm of pleasure crashed over
both girls, connecting them together even as it hurled them into the
violent currents of their coital tempest, a tangle of girlish limbs twined
together in pleasure, hot breath washing each other's necks.  The pair
shuddered together as the shared orgasm crested and finally began to slowly
taper off, leaving the two little girls lying dazed in each other's arms on
the bedroll.
   "Mmmmmm." Fera became aware of Jacqueline wiggling comfortably next to
her.  "That's way better than riding horses.  Hey...I was ok, right?"
   Fera tried not to laugh as Jacqueline looked at her with that shy,
virgin nervousness in her eyes.  "You were great Jac." She gave the girl a
nuzzle and a brief kiss.  The smile returned on the little girl's face was
heartwarming.
   "Thanks," Jacqueline said.  "You're sweet.  I mean, I've been with
girls, and I know how to suck a guy if he wants it." Her cheeks blushed
briefly crimson.  "Most girls don't come out of the academy still a virgin,
but then again, I never actually finished my training there."
   Fera pulled the top layer of the bedroll over them to ward off the
creeping chill of the night.  The girls snuggled closer together under the
sheepskin fabric.
   "What happened?" She asked.
   "Well...remember that friend I mentioned, Alinayah?  I left when she
did. It got kind of messy.  But she showed me almost everything about how
to use magic.  We were...pretty close sometimes." That blush again.
   "She sounds nice."
   "Yeah." Jacqueline rolled over, spooning back against Fera so they could
get more comfortable.  "I miss her.  Miss everyone I trained with,
actually. They're all gone now.  Even Allie."
   She yawned and pulled the cover higher over her shoulder.  "We should
get some rest.  We still have a few days to go."
   Fera stretched her legs and snuggled under the covers against
Jacqueline's warm back, purring comfortably.  She didn't really want to go
to sleep yet.  Her fingers skimmed past the shoulder into the valley and up
the slopes of the girl's hip, lightly brushing the smooth skin, ending with
a light squeeze oh her plump bottom.  Human girls weren't half bad.  She
liked the embarrased blushes, the shy reluctance that transformed into
sweet energy as they gave in and pushed back.  Maybe she could get Jac to
go another round.  The slow rise and fall of the little girl's chest rubbed
under Fera's arm when she moved forward to rub the sexy tummy, brushing
against the patch of sleek fur in a steady rhythm.
   "Jacqueline?" The girl stirred against her chest drowsily.  She wasn't
asleep yet.
   "Hmmmmmm, what is it?" Jacqueline asked, words stretching out into a
long yawn.
   "Your friend Alinayah...what happened to her?"
   Fera thought she had made a mistake.  Jacqueline stiffened against her,
pulse quickening.  She didn't answer.
   "Nevermind," Jacqueline said finally.  "Let's go to sleep."
   Fera lay still, her arm wrapped around the girl, ears twitching as she
stared into the fire.  The flames were still burning high, crackling
merrily in a staccato protest against the sleepy sounds of the night.  Dry
leaves rustled in the dark - deer.  She could smell them.  A pair of owls
hooted overhead, drawing closer to each other one fluttering branch at a
time.  Twin saucers gleamed in the depths of a bush.  Fera's eyes were
every bit as excellent as her ears - she could see the little racoon
watching them, curious if they would leave any food behind.  A wolf howled
its long, lonely keen far away over the hills.
   ----- ~where the fuck did Meredith go?
   Fera's arm nearly ripped off as Jacqueline sat bolt upright in shock.
   "SHIT!"
   The girl leapt up in a panic, fire flickering on her naked backside as
she dashed around the campfire.
   "What?" Fera stared in confusion.  Jacqueline was donning her flimsy
mage uniform with lightning speed.  "Jac what's wrong?"
   Jacqueline grabbed the buckle of the pack, not bothering to lash it
tight, and slung it over her shoulder.  "SHIT!" She rolled her staff in
frantic circles, trailing glowing sparkles in the dark, and their scattered
supplies lifted off the ground silently, curling into a whirlwind around
the fire and funnelling into the open top of the other pack.  "GET UP!" she
yelled.
   Fera rolled over and pulled on her tattered skirt and thin cloak. 
Whatever it was, it had spooked Jacqueline like the abyss itself.
   The racoon fled and the owls flapped away from the ruckus.  The wolf
howled again, closer, its long cry drifting mournfully on the wind.
   "Jacqueline." The girl was ignoring her, rolling the bedroll and
snapping the buckles into place.  "Is it the wolf?  It's just a wolf."
   "Sure." Her voice was ugly with a faint snarl.  "Just a wolf." She
kicked the bundled bedroll into Fera's hands and busied herself wrapping
the golden laces long of her sandals around her legs.  "The valley.  It had
to be the fucking valley.  Should have stayed on the hills." She muttered
and fussed angrily.  "Wards, my fucking wards.  Didn't set my wards.  Too
distracted.  Damn the gods..."
   Jacqueline wrapped the light leather sling over her shoulder, the
hanging pouches tangling with the loose straps of the pack.  "Fuck!" She
threw the sling to the ground.  "Thats it.  Move!" She grabbed Fera's arm
like a vise and pushed her ahead.  "MOVE!"
   Fera ran.  They scraped past prickly branches and burst into a stretch
of clearing flooded with the pale moonlight.  Jacqueline raced ahead at a
dead sprint, gasping, arms and legs pumping.  Fera followed as best she
could, bewildered.  The girl smelled like raw terror.  If she had a tail,
it would have been bristling out behind her.  She streaked like lightning
through the open fields between the trees, narrowly avoiding blundering
into a rock her human eyes couldn't see, and Fera began to fall behind.
   The slender form whirled as they passed a boulder and grabbed Fera's
shoulder.  Light flashed in her eyes, dwindling instantly to a muted glow
of purple and green.  Jacqueline was swinging her staff with one hand,
muttering incoherently, holding Fera's shoulder with other.  Glittering
motes tumbled from the jewelled end into a sheet that rushed among the
blades of grass on the ground they had passed, flowing silently into a wide
path of twinkling stardust that stretched back they way they had come. 
Fera stared in wonder, gasping as she rested her hands on her legs.  It was
beautiful.  The lights flared briefly and then faded into darkness.
   "No smell.  Probably won't help," Jacqueline whispered to herself
angrily.  Howling cries echoed dolefully one after the other from the dark
country behind them.  Fera counted three of them, then almost tripped when
Jacqueline yanked her roughly by the shoulder.  Grass swished under their
feet as they ran again.
   Their path intersected a stream and Fera followed Jacqueline as she
began to follow the shore.  She managed to grab her friend's arm just in
time to keep her from tripping on a branch she couldn't see in the
starlight.  Jacqueline nodded in thanks and the girls kept running.
   "Here." Jacqueline pointed and waded into the stream at a low section of
water.  "We'll keep moving and come out at a different spot.  Come on!"
   Both girls hiked up their skirts and waded quickly upstream through
placid water came almost up to their knees.  They kept moving for several
minutes as the howling of the wolves seemed to drift away behind them.  The
trailing streams of white dreamcloth on Jacqueline's uniform were sopping
wet when they emerged on the other side.
   "We probably lost them," Fera gasped, when the girls leaned on their
knees to rest.  She didn't hear any more howling.  Jacqueline shook her
head.  "No," she panted.  "Not so easy to get away from Rapewolves.  We've
gotta keep running." She pointed to a circular bluff in the distance, steep
sides gleaming pale in the starlight.  "Maybe if we can get up there we'll
find some place defensible."
   They took off running again, and Fera was just about to voice her
skepticism of Jacqueline's paranoia when a howl erupted behind them - long
and eager...and close.  The howl of a beast on the hunt.  It was joined by
two more in the distance.
   "DAMN!" Jacqueline managed to put on even more speed, the long white
hipclothes of her uniform streaming out behind her.  Their path was taking
them into deeper brush and scattered stands of trees.  Fera kept following
the white figure in front of her as fast as she could.  The girl ducked
under trees branches and swatted bushes aside, nimbly dancing through the
vegetation like a nymph, gossamer cloth catching starlight and doing almost
nothing to cover her tiny, naked body.  Her sensitive ears picked up the
girl's terrified heartbeat amidst the slapping branches, but also began to
make out the sounds of running and eager snarling not far them.  Icy fear
crept up her throat.
   Jacqueline tripped, a loose stone catching her up, and twisted as she
fell on a thick bush.  She got up immediately, facing the way they had come
and holding her staff defensively in front of her
   "No..." She mumbled, the words frigid.  "No no no no.  Not this."
   "Can we hide?" Fera pointed to where a pair of clustered cane trees had
grown together near their tops, forming a nice nook in the vegetation
beneath.
   "We can't, we can't..." Hysteria was slowly overtaking Jacqueline's
voice.  She twisted her staff suddenly and an aura flashed into view around
them briefly, then faded.  Something defensive maybe.  "Ok...ok..."
Jacqueline seemed paralyzed, the words stuttering out and tears streaming
down her cheeks.  Fera grabbed her arm and hauled her into the nook between
the bushes.  The branches covered them perfectly
   Jacqueline had collapsed onto her knees on the forest floor, sobbing
quietly.  Fera tried to shush her.  She had never seen the mage lose her
control like this.  Rapewolves, something about them had scared her to
death and taken the fight out of her.  She finally quieted, but held on to
her staff with a white-knuckled grip so tight that it showed even in the
darkness.
   It was eerie listening to all the normal sounds of the forest fade away.
Her cat senses could pick up every bird fluttering its wings in the
branches overhead, every little rodent scurrying along the forest floor for
its meals, but one-by-one each sound dropped off, even the tired buzzing of
the summer insects, until a pall of silence covered the area.  Dread
squeezed her heart and she crouched farther down, peering out into the
darkness with her slitted eyes.  She saw it - a hulking, furry creature
like a monstrous wolf gliding silently through the vegetation.  It stopped
for a moment, and reared up, placings its two massive paws on a fallen log
and sniffing the air with a grunt.  The beast was enormous, a furry
nightmare the size of a bull with glowing red eyes and a menacing row of
sharp canine teeth along its snout.  From its belly protuded a squirming
array of tentacles that twisted and clenched in the air as if eager for
something to hold.  Its fur bristled like spikes and the interplay of the
massive muscles beneath the hide was apparent when it stepped off the log
and put its nose to the ground.  The pair of crimson eyes edged closer,
tracking its prey.
   Fera turned and saw Jacqueline peering out beside her, her human eyes
probably able to pick up little more than the monster's silhouette and
glowing eyes.
   "Jacqueline.  Jac!" Fera whispered in her ears, trying to break the fear
that paralyzed the girl.  "Can you kill them?"
   "Don't fight them.  Run.  Too hard by yourself.  Need a whole company.
Can't do it.  Just run." Jacqueline mumbled incoherently.  "Alinayah always
told me that."
   "Do something!  You're the mage.  Set them on fire!"
   Jacqueline looked at her for a moment, then her face went grim and her
grip hardered around her staff.  She turned to look out into the clearing,
where the Rapewolf had joined been by two more of the slavering creatures,
their noses all tipped to the ground and coming closer.
   With a sudden motion of her staff, Jacqueline conjured a spell.  The
trio of creatures all looked up, paws spread and tails high in a defensive
stance, but the mage was quicker: she thrust her staff out and an array of
fiery spears shot out from the glittering gem at the end, lancing through
the air and scorching the creatures fur as they tried to dodge away.  More
followed, the fast-moving bolts curving through the air to seeking the
faces and feet of the Rapewolves as they scattered.  With a complicated
pullback and twist of her staff that left a red orb in the air that kept
harrying them with smaller bolts, she summoned a greater spell.  Fera could
feel the latent energy collecting in the air and tingling in her fur,
branches curling inward as if the space itself was curving around the
torrent of invisible power.  Her ears popped, and a massive jet of fire
suddenly roared out from the end of Jacqueline's staff into the clearing,
filling the entire clearing with a roiling apocalyptic blaze.  Fera
squeezed her eyes shut against the blinding flash.  The crackling and
hissing of popping sap filled her ears and her nose clogged with a sudden,
pungent smell of woodsmoke.  She bent over, coughing.
   Maniacal glee painted the mage's face as she kept the jet of roaring
flames going into the clearing.  A pair of trees fell down on the side,
their trunks already burned through.  Fera slapped at the sudden pain on
her hip, and saw the cinder.  They were landing in her fur, and the area
was already filling with smoke at head level.  The rapewolves had leaped
into the forest and were nowhere to be seen.
   "Come on!  Jacqueline!" She had to thump the girl's shoulder twice to
break her fervor, and then both girls turned and ran away from the blaze,
branches snapping haphazardly around them.
   It almost worked.  The brush gave way to another clearing of mossy dirt
and fallen logs.  They raced across and Fera heard the hungry animal
snuffle an instant before something heavy crashed into her back.  She
tumbled, and black fur filled her vision.  The snapping jaws were an inch
in front of her face.  She screamed.  The terrifying wolf loomed over her,
straddling the little girl aggressively, keeping her pinned.  Sticky saliva
dripped on Fera's shoulders as the beast ducked its head again and clamped
its jaws on the fabric of the pitiful cloak, shaking Fera like a rabbit
until the cloth ripped away from her chest.  Crying, Fera tried to twist
and run, to slap at the paws all around her, but the beast was too heavy
and too fast.  More snapping and snarling.  Fera turned her head into the
dirt and shut her eyes, and felt the rest of the cloak coming away, leaving
her naked from the waist up.
   Coarse fur rubbed her bare back, and the abominable appendages on its
belly slithered their excited way down her back and across her bottom,
poking and feeling, exploring the private landscape of the little
12-year-old catgirl.
   A gasp brought her head up from the soil as something wet and firm
brushed against her pussy, coiling like a worm and leaving an oozing fluid
behind - the filthy tentacle had found her cunt, and another was poking at
her asshole eagerly.
   A blast suddenly rocked the clearing with such force that it blew Fera
to the side and onto her back.  The rapacious monster had been blown off
her.  Dazed, she tried to see through the dust: Jacqueline was still
fighting.  A sheet of power sliced the air like a razor every time she
swung her staff, and she pounded the end into the dirt every time they got
too close, summoning a powerful blast that smashed a light crater into the
ground and blew everything outwards with tremendous force.  The snarling
creatures were tricky: one would bait her to swing and another would try to
jump in after her stroke when she was vulnerable, but the girl danced and
weaved between them, evading the snapping jaws and striking back.
   Her head swam and her eyes filled with tears as she sat up.  Have to
help.  Get a knife.  No knife.  Get a rock, do anything.  The animal part
of her instinct spurred her body to action and she got to her feet, leaning
on the fallen log for support.
   It was only a matter of time.  The energetic pair of monsters had played
with the 12-year-old mage, letting her keep ducking and twisting, until she
was frantically panting and beginning to slow.  A Rapewolf leaped in at the
last second of her dodge and clamped its razor-sharp teeth on end of the
trailing white dreamcloth from her hip.  A look of horror flashed on
Jacqueline's face for a brief instant before the Rapewolf jerked the cloth
and pulled the girl violently off her feet.  They leaped on her then,
pinning the screaming girl to the ground while one began ripping off her
sheer uniform and the other seized her fallen staff in its jaws and crushed
it in half.
   Thought gave way to blind panic as she watched the creatures efficiently
tear their way through the skimpy mage uniform and buck the screaming,
naked girl into position on the ground.  Tentacles squirming around her
arms and legs to hold her in place, the Rapewolf on top of her lined up its
massive rod of dripping red wolfcock with the girl's tiny pussy, and
eagerly thrust inside.
   Run.  This was the end.  Fera hated herself even as she turned, as she
commanded muscles paralyzed with fear to obey.  She couldn't fight
monsters. She was just a little catgirl.  She had only gone a few feet when
the last Rapewolf thumped her off her feet.  Falling to the dirt with a
grunt, she saw the creature behind her, sniffing the ground as it watched
her, a ravenous expression on its face.  The jutting, veiny phallus
dangling from its crotch was a firm promise of intent.
   She got up again, crying, running for the trees, but something latched
onto her skirt and pulled her back.  Globs of saliva trickled down and
around her buttcheeks.  She flung her hands out, screaming and helpless as
her hips were shaken, then fell forward when the pressure suddenly
released. He had ripped off the back of her skirt.
   Crazed, she ran again.  Anywhere.  Away from this horrible wolf and its
thick red cock that was as big as her arm.  A furry missle darted in front
of her and then knocked her to the side, keeping her in the clearing.  She
fell onto her chest again, and the hungry snarl was right next to her face
when she lifted her head, a warning to stay in place.  She was facing
Jaqueline as she was raped.  The wolf wanted her to watch, to see her
friend violated.  The little girl was pounding the dirt with her fists as
the Rapewolf pistoned its prick into her from behind.  Gasping, panting,
face dirty with tears, Jacqueline shuddered and cried out as her virgin
pussy was stretched by the substantial girth of raw wolf fuckmeat.  He was
only halfway in, but the determined panting showed he wasn't going to be
beaten by the tightness of a little 12-year-old pussy.  Another inch
slipped in with a shriek from Jacqueline, and Fera could see the bulge in
the skin of the girl's tummy each time the thick canine prick hammered
another round into her.
   Fur and squirming unthinkables brushed her back and two massive paws
planted in the dirt on the sides of her head.  The Rapewolf straddled his
kitty bitch and bent to get her smell, snuffling at her ears and leaving a
trail of saliva from the thick, pointed tongue.  Fera cowered under the
body of the creature.  She had almost believed Stephan when he said there
was a strain of Monstrum in Brutus, but there was no comparison to this
thing's muscled body, to the sharp teeth nibbling her ears and neck so she
could feel them, to the massive girth already pressing up against her
pussy. Not many girls had fucked a doggy cock, she figured, but as the
tentacles snaked down and slithered round her wrists and ankles, then
jerked them apart and held them in place with her face against the ground,
she realized this would be her second.  Through the tears covering her eyes
she could barely make out the naked form of Jacqueline on the other side of
the clearing.  The Rapewolves had rolled her over and the second one had
slammed its red organ into her little mouth, stretching the jaw, forming a
bulge in her throat as the fleshy rod pounded into the little girl's mouth
and throat and muffling her screams as she was raped from both ends.
   A dripping point pressed up against her pussy, rubbing a slimy trail of
oozing precum across her legs.  Fera shuddered, but the tentacles of the
creatures held her tight, and yanked her arms back when she struggled. 
Slowly it pressed in, finding her slit and then shoving inside in one
massive thrust.  She shrieked from the bulging invader cramming itself
inside, then again when it pulled back and pounded forward even harder. 
The massive organ was at least the size of her arm, an engorged rod of
slippery velvet that thrust relentlessly, picking up speed, banging another
inch into her tight slit each time.  Her head rubbed the dirt, and despite
her fear, the warm pulsing waves coiled into a pleasing swell in her
crotch. Fingers clenching, panting like a beast in heat, Fera rocked back
and forth under the monster with the violent rush of beating wolfcock
burning in her pussy until the muscles quivered with ecstasy and lightning
flashes of pleasure spiked up from her crotch.  Canine panting filled her
ears, matching her own, spiky fur brushed her back, and muscled thighs
slammed her buttocks each time the Rapewolf thrust forward.  Animal grunts
and snarls mixed in the clearing with the shrieks of the two little girls,
their pain turning to mounting pleasure as their insides were filled with
the engorged flesh of bestial cocks.
   Spine arched and ears flattened, Fera screamed from the throbbing storm
that filled her ears, a primal humming circuit connecting the pleasure
center of her brain straight to the Rapewolf's plunging prick.  It thrummed
in her pussy walls, stretched so tight around the slippery girth that she
felt like she would burst.  A final powerful hammerblow sent her over the
edge, tumbling into a sea of orgasmic ecstasy that gripped all her cat
senses: the virile animal smell of the Rapewolf, the pleased snarling as
his bitch learned her place, the slapping sounds of furry thighs sending
shockwaves into her little butt, the taste of the drooling slobber that had
drizzled down her cheek and run along her lips.  Fera shrieked a final time
and her vision went hazy as the most powerful orgasm of her life shook her
body from head to toe, a violent jerking climax that roiled through every
cell and set it ablaze with rapturous animal delirium.  The twitching
wolfcock buried in her cunt spewed out a frothing gush that she could feel
squishing upwards and flooding into her womb, filling the space with each
spurt until her stomach felt like it would burst from the pressure. 
Tentacles wrapped themselves around her upper arms and thighs, and the
ground fell away.  She was being hugged to the creature's chest, a
twitching little doggy bitch howling her way through the orgasm that
consumed her body.  The massive rush she felt had been his knot, a fist of
hardened flesh that had crammed itself past the lips of the impossibly tiny
pussy and locked itself inside.  The world shook, her toes curled, every
sense splintered and collided with each other in shards of orgasmic
euphoria that washed through her like an ocean and then slowly began to
taper off.
   Hazy, she realized the ground was moving.  The Rapewolf had her locked
to his stomach, cock buried inside, neatly securing her with the dangling
tentacles wrapped tightly around her stomach.  The twitching feelings from
the powerful organ in her cunt felt like he was still enjoying the insides
of the little girl as he walked, engorged fuckmeat thrumming with blood
from the excited pulse beating in his muscled chest and swollen prick.  She
could hear it, thudding in her ears with her head bound right up against
his chest.  The beat of his slow gait and wagging tail vibrated the wolf
prick stuffed inside her into pink waves of racing pleasure that threatened
to thrust her right over the brink of pleasure again.
   She looked to the side, saw Jacqueline's naked body strung up under her
mate in the same way, the girl shaking and squirming through the last
throes of her own orgasm too.  Something seemed to have disturbed the
monsters.  The stood in a row facing the edge of the clearing, paws spread
and growling.  The deep rumble in the creature's throat vibrated down its
entire length entire and reverberated through the slippery connection of
their bodies, pushing Fera into another blissful orgasm.
   An inhuman squall came from above and something violently crashed into
her Rapewolf, throwing it to the side.  Fera tumbled with it, shaking her
to try to dispel the dizzy climax.  Warcries filled the clearing, piercing
animal shrieks that threatened to break her eardrums like glass.  She
managed to catch a glimpse, before her Rapewolf got to his feet: terrifying
gorillas, 3 of them, had jumped from the trees and were assaulting the
Rapewolves with enormous clubs.  They were monstrous, grotesque and mutated
with sickly pale fur and 4 arms each.  One reared back and swung its club
with awesome strength, battering away the unencumbered Rapewolf just as he
leaped for the creature's throat.  It pounded its chest and gave a primal
howl.
   Dizziness clinging like a fog, Fera couldn't understand what was
happening.  Her wolf leaped to the side, snarling viciously, and jumped. 
Her body jolted on the landing, and she yelped when the wolfcock locked
inside her pounded hard up against her cervix.
   The world spun under her face and fell away again, then her naked body
crashed up against the bristling fur hide of the gorilla creature.  She was
locked to her Rapewolf master even as he fought for his prize.  Above her,
he bit and tore and raked his powerful claws against their assailant,
violent motions rubbing Fera's chest and stomach up against the filthy,
oily hide, slathering her with fur and animal sweat.  The squirming little
pussy was his prize, and he wasn't going to give her up without a fight. 
Each grunting thrust of his pelvis translated to another slam of the
enormous cock locked inside her cunt, and waves of cresting pleasure pushed
Fera up to the margin of a heady climax again.  The ground suddenly spun
upside-down as he leaped away.
   A wild howl screeched towards them and Fera felt her master's muscles
tense to leap again, but a sudden impact spun her on a nauseous axis and
they fell hard, her master ending up on his side.  The final jolt of their
landing rocked the turgid prick up against her battered womb with such
force that Fera instantly came again, squirming against her tentacle bonds
and howling with glee.  One side of her foggy vision resolved itself to the
sight of the gorilla marching up - a fumbling, unnatural gait that used the
back pair of hands - and reaching out with all 4 arms.  The brutal twist
and loud snap shocked her to reality as the Rapewolf yelped in pain, then
its muscles went slack.
   Shivering from fear and her multiple orgasms, Fera saw the same thing on
the other side of the clearing.  The two other gorillas had Jacqueline's
Rapewolf down, and one wasted no time breaking its spine and then smashing
its head in with a club.  The final wolf howled in rage and snapped at the
pair, but couldn't get past the deft swings of their clubs.  It finally
turned and retreated into the forest, its tail between its legs.
   A dream, Fera thought, as the gorilla approached her.  Or a nightmare.
She couldn't decide which.  Everything was beyond hazy.  Fiver impossibly
large fingers wrapped around each of her hips and pulled.  The Rapewolf's
tentacles had loosened their grip, but the wolfcock stuffed inside her was
just as engorged as it had been a minute ago.  She screamed when the heavy
hands yanked her body harder and the bulging knot of meat popped past her
pussy lips like a cork from a bottle.  Warm fluid gushed down her thighs
and coarse fur rubbed her stomach.  The ground moved beneath her.  The
thing was carrying her on its shoulder.
   "Jacqueline?  Jac!" Fera shrieked and clutched her naked friend closer
when the monsters tossed them both onto the springy grass by the fallen log
in the center of the clearing.  Cum was smeared across her face, on her
lips, in her nostrils, dripping from her hair and chin and bubbling in her
mouth as the girl shivered frantically on the tail end of an avalanche of
orgasms.  Her hands reached out reflexively, fingers clenching, and Fera
took them in her own.
   "Fera...Fera...god it felt so...good." Jacqueline was heaving like a
billowing sail.  "Just so fucking...gods.  Never felt like that.  They
never told us."
   "Are we saved?  What are they" Bleary-eyes, Fera looked over her
shoulder at the trio of pale ape creatures, conferring with each other in
snarling grunts and chest beatings a few feet away.  Grotesque
abominations, they had only sunken pockets of flesh where their eyes should
be and some kind of writhing distention of the gut on their stomachs.
   "Not...not saved-" Jacqueline hiccuped, and a huge dollop of cum and
drool bubbled past her lips and down her chin.  A warm flood was running
from her pussy too, matching Fera's own, the fluids mingling in the
slippery space between their thighs.  "Corpsum Gorillas.  They're rare. 
Undead.  You don't want to know...", She shook her head, shoulders shaking,
then reached up and grabbed Fera by the shoulders.  "Run Fera, if you get
the chance.  Just run.  They're not very fast." She choked and swallowed
some of the leftover white spunk in her mouth.  "Because they're going
to-NO!"
   A gorilla had yanked the tiny girl up by her arm like a doll, holding
her naked 12-year-old body close to its face with one pair of arms, and
squeezing her bottoms and thighs with another.  Fera scrambled back on her
hands and knees, mind frozen with fear now that she had a good look at the
creature.  A pair of huge hands picked her up abruptly and shoved her onto
her back on the log, then loomed over her to inspect its prize.
   The muzzled face gave the monster an undeniable ape-like appearance.  It
leaned close, sniffing her curiously, apparently unsure what she was.  It
liked the feel of her pussy though.  Giant stubby fingers probed the
sopping slit, still leaking a heavy flow of wolf sperm, while the other
pair of hands brushed her fur and squeezed the little catgirl's hips
suggestively.  It's jaw creaked wide open, horrifyingly open, as if it were
broken, and Fera screamed in terror.
   The bifurcated tongue-like tentacle that slid out caressed her face and
coiled against her lips.  She shook her head violently, shrieking
hysterically, but a massive hand clamped around her scalp and held her
still.  It could crush her skull like a grape.  The worming flesh shoved
between her lips and delved into her throat, squirming eagerly, silencing
her cries.  She blinked through her tears at the empty flesh of its absent
eye sockets.  Unbearable.  She looked down, and saw something worse.
   Its stomach was a torn ruin of gaping flesh from which protruded hanging
guts and another writhing mass of tentitcular appendages, all centered
around a massive, jutting phallus of engorged meat.  Nobby, diseased, it
leaked foul-smelling dark semen from the knobby tip and throbbed visibly
with the massive creature's heartbeat.  The horrifying mess rubbed up
against her crotch, tenatcles squirming around her thighs, leaving trails
of sluglike fluid as they brushed and poked at her pussy and clit, and her
tight little asshole.  Fear dumped adrenaline in her veins and she kicked,
she flailed, arms, legs, twisting violently and slapping, losing precious
breanth from the tongue worming its way down her throat to her stomach and
frantic gaze locked on the filthy rod of raw flesh maneuvering to press up
against her pussy.  She might as well have tried to lift a wagon over her
head.  The Corpsum Gorilla was 10 times her size.  The four arms ignored
her pathetic struggled and lined her up at the point of the waiting cock.
   A momentary breath was all she had when the tongue pulled out of her
throat, just an instant to suck in a lungful of precious air, to hear the
same pitiful struggle from Jacqueline on the log next to her, before the
huge gorilla prick shoved inside her like a battering ram.  Ears, fur,
tail, they all stiffened and bristled like razorblades from the sudden
shock of intrusion as she was split open.  A wild yell of pain and pleasure
ripped from her throat, somewhere far away from the dizzy present, but the
monster cut her off when it bent to kiss her again.  The long length of
tongue shoved itself in her mouth and writhed like a nest of worms.
   The first human man inside her had felt like the biggest thing
imaginable - the massive, pulsing shaft of velvet love squeezing aside her
virgin pussy walls and leaving a warm helping of love deep inside.  Then
Brutus, that grunting animal with the bulging, twitching red cock that had
joyfully raped her for hours, he had been the biggest thing she ever felt,
and he was nothing beside the Rapewolf that had fucked her to a screaming
train of orgasms minutes before with a knotted shaft of such profound mass
that it made her whole body jerk with every throb when it was locked in her
cunt.
   The colossal girth slamming into her pussy put them all to shame.  There
was no way a little girl could take something so big, but her pussy had
split painfully around it, muscles straining and quivering desperately. 
Twisted nodules all along its length scraped the walls of her tortured
flesh, sparking a wild, frothing buzz of pink pleasure that raced with the
growing tempo of pounding ecstasy in her crotch.  The gorilla was slamming
her powerfully against the log.  Her spine arched with each hammerblow. 
Bark scraped her back.  She heard the wild yowling cry -
"nooooooeeeeYYAAAAAGHHHH" as Jacqueline was penetrated next to her, and
then both girls filled the clearing with sounds of mounting blissful
hysteria as their tiny bodies thrust their way to shrieking orgasm on a
pair of gorilla cocks.
   "Chufffff, chuffff, chufff." The hot, fetid breath in her face from the
creature's pleased grunting blended with the overwhelming rhythm of pumping
gorilla meat in her cunt until her muscles shook with animal thrill.  She
bucked back, she wiggled her hips, she arched her back as far as it would
go and cried out blindly from the raw pleasure of the thousand-stone
creature's copious organ thundering away inside her, slamming into her
cervix with a jolting crash of violent passion at the bottom of each
powerful thrust.  A little girl shrieked in orgasm next to her, Jacqueline
reaching her own toe-curling climax, and Fera felt the heady rush rising up
from her crotch and ready to burst in her own body.  Pounding, throbbing,
thrusting with a burning primal need, the mammoth gorilla prick slammed
into her pelvis with a final dominant push and Fera's world twisted into a
frenzied whirlpool of passion as her orgasm exploded through her body and
sucked her into the chaotic currents.  Buckets of hot fluid spurted up into
her insides, gushing out and filling her womb, expanding painfully.  She
felt her stomach inflate from the pressure.  The tumescent gorilla prick in
her cunt kept his semen sealed tightly inside the tiny shrieking, girl
until her belly bulged as if she was pregnant.
   Her orgasm hurtled her through stormy clouds that electrified her
muscles with lightning thrills.  Her muscles jerked, her hips shook with
abandon, her legs kicked out mindlessly.  All of her Fera's existence
shattered around the single blinding apex of the most powerful orgasm she
could imagine and then fell into an abyss, to slowly crystallize into a
hazy fervor of gentle euphoria as the blissful current began to taper off.
The sudden 'POP' felt like one of her legs had painlessly detached, but it
was just the Corpsum Gorilla pulling out, unsealing a wild spew of monster
cum that frothed and bubbled out and oozed into her asscrack like an
uncorked vat of syrup.
   Two pairs of heavy hands flipped her over effortlessly, slamming her
belly against the log and forcing another torrent of sopping cum down her
legs.  The point of a massive girth wedged up against her from behind, and
she had no time to even moan in confusion before the slippery prick rammed
itself back inside her.  Fera's world was battered again by a pumping gale
of primal passion that stretched her pussy walls to the absolute breaking
point.  Bark was being stripped away, and her fur only partially kept her
hips from getting scraped from this pounding position on her belly. 
Jacqueline was alternating between muffled weeping and crazy howls of
climactic bliss.  The girl didn't even have that much protection.  A vile
red mass of squirming flesh filled her vision and she jerked in disgust,
but the third Corpsum standing in front of her simply grabbed her skull and
held her still as it pushed the ruinous display of fleshy tentacles
surrounding the engorged red cock towards her face.  Somewhere deep inside,
behind the tiny bulwark of sanity Fera still retained against the orgasmic
flood claiming her body, she laughed.  It was ridiculous.  This thing was
as big as a wagon axle.  She didn't know why, but her pussy had stopped
hurting and was tingling strangely as it accommodated the collosal cock
inside it.  Was this the Conversion effect that Jacqueline's book had
talked about?  It seemed impossible, but the gigantic girth of the meat
slapping her in the face was a powerful argument.  She opened her mouth,
but it was hopeless.  Stubby fingers reached down and pried her jaw until
it creaked painfully, but the best she could do was get her lips around
part of the glans.  This seemed enough.  The creature locked her skull in
its fist and bucked slightly, urging her to lick, and she did so eagerly.
The aroma was intoxicating, a rank bouqet of dripping fluids tasting of
primal bestiality and sickly, swollen flesh that mixed deliciously in her
mouth.  Saliva and grayish slime of gorilla precum covered her lips as she
licked and sucked the head, slipping her tongue lovingly up one side and
down the other.  It made her mouth tingle, her tongue itch, and when she
swallowed, the feeling travelled down her throat to her stomach, as if
every cell of her body that touched the creature's fluids was being aroused
and excited.  It was the same in her pussy.  Before long, the fist around
her head tightened and she sealed her lips on the surface of the flaring
head to catch the flood she could feel rumbling up from beneath.  The first
gush of semen slammed into her mouth like a fist, knocking her head away,
and as she coughed on the thick batter the followups splattered everywhere:
across her cheeks, onto her neck and chest, some even going up when she
ducked her head and landing on her shoulders.  The hand around her head
didn't seem to care which way she faced as long as it got on her.  She
couldn't catch her breath, and when the final powerful surge of the
pounding cock in her pussy bottomed out, she was thrust into a choking
climax, esophagus blocked by thick grey gorilla goop and waves of euphoria
rippling up from her aching pelvis until she began to see stars on the
ground as well as the key.
   Ragged breath.  She drew it in carefully, and choked on another glob of
semen.  It was so thick.  She swallowed and gagged and spat, and tried
again, sucking blissful air down her tingling windpipe.  Her brain had lost
track of time.  It teetered on the brink of exhaustion, every cell having
ceaselessly firing the gratified bliss of her train of orgasms for gods
knew how long.  One tends to lose count after their tenth orgasm.  Had the
Corpsum raped them the entire night?  She could see a faint red rim glowing
somewhere beyond the horizon.  They had put her on her back on the ground
at some point, Jacqueline too, and taken turns having fun with the
12-year-olds.  Slapping sounds came from the side, Jacqueline getting
roundly fucked again.  Their cocks never went down.  They never got tired.
Another one was lining up at her cunt now, and she could see the looming
shadow of the one above her head, prick dangling to her mouth.  She opened,
reflexively.  Had she ever thought this was impossible?  Taking a gorilla
cock in your mouth was easy.  After a few hours of that strange tingling,
her jaw and throat had adopted all the flexibility she needed to take her
master's length all the way to her stomach if he wanted.
   "Oook," the one above her head grunted irritabily.  She stretched wider
and stuck her tongue out.  Yes please, put it in, she thought.  But he
wasn't looking at her.
   "Oook.  Oookook!" He was staring irritably at the Corpsum at her pussy,
just about to enter her.  He smashed his fist against his chest and
pointed. Not satisfied with her mouth, he seemed to want a turn at the
other end.
   The other one snarled dismissively and spread her legs, lining up and
preparing to thrust.
   "Oook!  OOOOOOK!" The first Corpsum pushed her aside violently and began
pounding its chest in challenge.  "OOK!  OOK!  OOK!" Both gorillas snarled
and screamed and beat their fists wildy, then began fighting, snarling and
bitcing and ripping and grabbing wildly at each other with their 4 arms.
   Instinct taking over, Fera leaped to her feet and ran.  She almost
stumbled after a few steps, her pelvis sore and throbbing from the abuse it
had taken all night, but she flailed her arms for balance and kept going.
Immediately, she heard the sounds of pursuit, enraged ape snarling and the
smashing of branches close on her heels.  They were almost on top of her.
She ran faster, heedlessly, pushing blindly through the brush, not caring
if she broke a leg of fell over an embankment.  Undead gorilla cocks, in
her all night, and most of her just wanted more, wanted to be used and
filled to bursting with buckets of greyish monster semen from her master,
but she pushed those thoughts down and suffocated them and held on to her
sanity long enough to keep plowing forward.
   A snarl sounded by her ear and she ducked reflexively, evading the
closing fist.  Frightened, she tumbled to the side and spotted a narrow
glen.  She took off that direction instead, ducking under the diagnoal
barrier of a fallen log and travelling a narrow path through thick trees.
She heard enraged smashing behind her as they struggled to follow.
   She looked over her shoulder after a breathless minute.  She had lost
them.  No, one was swinging through the tree branches, evading the thick
ground vegetation and coming towards her fast.  She yelped and set off
running again.
   Something pounded the ground just behind her and she heard the rushing
body closing in.  Streaking to the side, she grabbed an overhanging branch
and arced around behind a thick stand of cane trees, landing on a slender
log and dancing along the top.
   Angry smashing sounds of dry trees being ripped apart closed in behind
her, but she heard something else: running water, and the slight breeze
rifling her fur confirmed there was probably an open area with a stream
ahead.  She kept running.
   The trees thinned.  Not just a stream, she realized, but a river. 
Raging 30 feet below the edge.  A enormous trees had fallen across the gap
to her right, forming a tenuous bridge.  She darted that direction, but the
Corpsum burst from the trees just in front of her, and made a grab.
   "EEEEEEEEK!" The catgirl shrieked, as she was lifted in the air by one
leg.  The monster held her aloft, then pulled her close and snarled in her
face.  It wasn't about to let its prize pussy get away.  In punishment, it
shook her in the air.
   And she dropped right out of its fist.  The leg it had grabbed was
covered with slippery gorilla cum.  She rolled and darted around him,
evading the 4 grabbing hands, and sped for the log.  The girth was high,
but she made a nimble leap from a rock and landed barely on edge. 
Balancing with her tail, she quickly scuttled along the length and out over
the open ravine.
   She did it!  The thing was much to heavy and clumsy to cross the log. 
She turned around to confirm, and almost fell when the Corpsum smashed up
against the edge of the log, making it rock.  Shit.  No sense tempting
fate. She hurried across and darted into the trees, leaving the angry
roaring of the monsters far behind her.
   ~*~
   Fera curled her arms around her chilly, naked body, and rocked back and
forth, weeping.  She had lost everything.  Everyone who had ever cared
about her had turned her away, or been punished just for associating with
her, or been killed or...or raped by monsters because of her.  She sniffled
in the cluster of bushes.  What was the point?  The gods were not kind to a
little catgirl alone in the world.  Drying cum was on her chest, in her
hair and fur, gummed disgustingly in her eyelids and nostrils.  She brushed
away her tears and tried to groom, but made a face and stopped.  She
couldn't bear it.  The stuff was gross and delicious all at once.  And
Jacqueline, she was still there, tasting it, being fucked and filled with
it as she screamed her way to orgasm on bouncing gorilla cocks.
   Braving the chill of the forest, she stood up and walked until she was
lucky enough to find a tiny spring trickling from a rockface.  She washed
as much of the gunk from her hair and fur as she could and smoothed back
her ears with moist hands until she began to feel a little bit better.
   Jacqueline was back there because of her.  Maybe if Fera hadn't...if she
hadn't distracted Jacqueline so much, she would have cast her wards,
whatever those were, and she wouldn't be in that mess.  If Fera hadn't
thought she was so cute, and helped take off her shirt and...and touched
her pussy...damnit!  She just wanted to make her feel good, to feel good
with her.  Jacqueline was one of the few human beings to ever treat her
like a human being instead of a cunt to be used.  It's your fault, idiot,
she told herself.  You're always fucking everything up.  She sniffed and
started to cry again, but forced herself to stop.
   No good feeling sorry for yourself.  She knew what she had to do: she
had to go back.  She couldn't leave Jacqueline there.  Maybe she could get
a sharp rock and make a knife...or maybe she could find the pieces of
Jacqueline's staff and put them back together.  Maybe she could sacrifice
herself and distract them long enough for the girl to get away.  She'd be
fine with that, if it meant Jacqueline was ok.  Then at least nobody else
would be paying for her mistakes.
   She sighed.  One tiny, naked, cum-soaked Felis against the might of
three muscled monsters ten times her size.  What chance did she have? 
Could she even find them?  She picked a direction she thought was the way
she had come from and kept walking.  Maybe the gods of luck would smile on
her and she'd find some soldiers, or a human town, or even another mage. 
It was all she could hope for.
   After a few hours of walking, Fera squinted and looked up at the forest
canopy.  The sun was sliding just past its apex.  This was the way she had
come, wasn't it?  It was hard to tell the direction at noon.  The trees
were thicker and they were a little...odd.  Just something unsettling about
the crooked way they leaned.  She kept going.  Jacqueline, her throat
bulging around a colossal monster cock.  She used the image to keep her
moving.  Jacqueline, pussy stretched around the slimy girth.  Her face a
rictus of strained pleasure.  Didn't every monster seem to have babies with
the girls it took?  Jacqueline, the 12-year-old's pregnant belly swelling
with gorilla children.  She deserved better.  But what did she say about
the girls the Crags had taken?  She said they never wanted to come back,
that being a monster breeder was the best thing in life.  Fera shook her
head to dispel the crazy thought.  She'd help Jacqueline escape somehow.
   Something slithered against a trunk and she jumped.  Just a snake.  The
little green serpent flicked its tongue curiously at the passing girl
before gliding away.  There were a lot of snakes in this forest.  She
pushed more vegetation out of her way.  And bushes, and trees, and stupid
hanging vines, and precious few game trails to follow.  She swatted a leafy
mess of vines aside and climbed over a lopsided boulder.
   No food, no water.  She could drink at the river, if she could find a
way down.  Maybe it would rain.  She kept going.  Her situation wasn't
going to get better by standing still.  She wished she had a sharp knife.
Everything was so much more dense here.  She had to snap branches just to
make headway, and there seemed to be a lot of hanging vines everywhere. 
She pushed at a dense thatch of climbing vitae, and it seemed to push back.
Too thick, too green.  She probably couldn't break through.  And what was
this flowering red plant everywhere?  It grew from some of the vines, loose
clusters of exotic red petals that curled back on themselves mysteriously
and almost seemed to ripple with the air.  She ducked under one but came
out on the side with the vine curled around her arm anyway.  She shook it
off.
   She'd have to rest soon.  She was panting with exertion.  Something
about the air seemed...not just moist, but slightly oppressive.  The forest
canopy was slowly closing off the sun, leaving the naked girl in shadowed
gloom as she trudged on.
   Maybe this would do.  An old, rotted tree trunk was still standing
upright.  She sat and rested back against the mossy surface.  listening to
the forest.  Not many birds.  No birds at all actually.  And her ears
hadn't picked up any large game for a while.  Just the lulling buzz of
insects, and some snakes and frogs.  The forest had a soft, sussurating
rhythm, like it was alive and breathing along with her.  Pleasant.  She
rested her head back.  Maybe she should stay here a while.
   A snake curled around her ankle.  She nudged the little grey thing with
her toe, encouraging him to move on, and he slithered beneath the tangle of
vines.  Something smelled a bit funny, like rotten flowers.  She wondered
why this forest had such thick vegetation, why it had so many of those
vines with the strange flowers everywhere.  They trailed out from unknown
sources under the ground, climbing bushes and coiling around tree trunks in
their quest for the sun.  She looked up at the sun in the sky, impatiently.
   Jacqueline needed her.  She wasn't going to let her down.  She was going
to find a mage, and they'd come back and save her.  A new determination
rose in Fera's heart.  All she had to do was get out of this forest, find
civilization.  Even naked, her fur would keep her warm enough at night if
she curled up, but she'd have to find food and water quickly.  A snake
brushed her skin again and she tried to shake it off.  She could follow the
river downstream.  That usually worked, and she'd have fresh water too. 
The slithering sensation persisted, and she looked down and gaped at the
leafy vine coiling around her ankle.  She shook her foot again, but the
vine tightened and hung on.  She tried to stand up, but found more of them,
inching around the trunk and up through the thick mat of leaves on the
ground.  What in the world?  Her leg jerked suddenly and she yelped as the
vine suddenly tightened and pulled.  Another had grabbed her wrist and
yanked her the other way.  She screamed and struggled, but they were
everywhere, coiling around her thighs, wrapping her arms and legs.  The one
around her leg broke when she made a last, terrified kick, but there were a
dozen more, and they snaked around her neck and jerked her sharply back
against the trunk.
   Terror rose in her gut.  From the depths of the thick, quiet forest,
Fera gave a long, piercing scream for help as the vines wrapped around her
naked body.  They were everywhere, curling and curling and jerking her arms
and legs back, the red flowers bristling with sinister hunger.  Her legs
and arms were tugged together and the vines swept her off her feet and
dragged hte little girl screaming into a fetid hole in the Earth under the
rotted tree trunk
   ~*~
   It was dark and warm and the world writhed against her body.  Fera
looked around in a panic.  Squirming tentacle-like vines of different
colors and sizes filled her vision, moving on their own power.  Green and
blue and purplish-pink, they all reached for her and curled around her
waist, displacing the small green flowered vines that had dragged her in.
They pulled her by the waist deeper into the hole, ignoring her screams and
wrapping her feet when she kicked frantically.  All over her body the
greedy things twisted eagerly, squeezing her hips and thighs, curling
around her tiny breasts and tickling her nipples with their tips.  They
were everywhere.  They curled in her hair and fur, leaving trails of
slippery goo everywhere they went.  She could feel them brushing up against
her pussy, seeking the wet warmth they found there, and others tapping at
her backdoor tentatively, making her sphincter shudder.  It was a
nightmare. She opened her mouth to scream again, and a thick green-blue
tentacle jammed itself between her lips and wiggled straight down her
throat like a worm.
   Coughing around the girth and trying to breath through her nose, Fera
felt herself dragged deeper.  She was in a pockmarked cavity of
criss-crossing holes, and only a few thin rays of sunlight managed to
filter down through the porous Earth to illuminate her surroundings.  There
were more vines twisting around her.  Fera could make out hundreds of them,
all rooted in some unseen source below: some thin, some fat, different
colors, some leafy and others tipped with bulging phallic tips that dripped
fluid.  They all explored their new prize as she struggled helplessly.
   She had read this in the pages of the Monstrum Factorum: Venoma Vines,
one of the sections she had skimmed.  The little girl struggled but all it
seemed to do was excite the tentacles all around her.  A delicate white
coil tickling her nose glistened with runny liquid, excreting a
floral-smelling fluid that filled her sinuses with a heady buzz.  The eager
things explored every inch of the 12-year-old catgirl's slender body - over
her furry hips and thighs, squiggling into the tiny gap of her navel,
brushing her ears and snaking through her fur and hair and coiling around
her neck to rub sticky sludge on her cheeks.  Her throat vibrated with the
motion of the thrusting tentacle in her mouth.  It pounded eagerly into her
throat, desperately gaining a couple inches into the warm tunnel, and sat
there twisting energetically in her esophagus.  Slime built to a frothing
mucus in her mouth and dribbled down her lips.  Fera began to choke.
   With a popping sound, the thrusting tentacle in her mouth pulled out. 
Fera coughed and gasped to catch her breath.  She was immediately pulled
onto her back, and a brownish tentacle like a fleshy, animated tree branch
loomed in her face.  The end split open in an X, and a collection of tiny
blue tendrils smaller than her fingers squeezed out.  Fera shook her from
side to side in horror, but more of the brown things were already working
all over her body, sliding along the smooth skin as if seeking the right
places, tendrils snaking out and tickling every tiny crevice of the little
girl's body.
   She could see it now, in the pit beneath her: the beating core of this
floral nightmare.  A great, fleshy, bulb of leaf-like veins, it pulsed
slowly like a heart, silently guiding its many limbs in exploration of
Fera's naked body.  It was mostly buried in the earth, a monstrous seed
with deep, rapacious roots.
   Then tiny blue tendrils covered her skin all over, setting it abuzz with
a fiery tingle.  She shrieked and kicked.  She tried to slap.  She squirmed
and twisted like an acrobatic cat, but the tentacles were everywhere.  They
seemed to enjoy her pitiful struggles, giving her just enough slack just
break free a single wrist or foot, then coiling around it again.  It was
playing with her.
   Abruptly she was flipped over onto her back.  A single faint shaft of
light penetrated the darkness from high above her.  She reached for it, but
the tentacles jerked her wrists behind her and went to work.  They writhed
at her pussy, exploring the little folds of the girl's tiny cunt, enjoying
how her legs jerked with each tickle of the shy red bud at the top.  Fera
couldn't help herself.  She gushed wet juices from the stimulation, from
the squeezing and rubbing over every curving inch of her body.  It dripped
down her crack to her asscheeks.  The tiny tendrils stuck to her skin, and
she saw they had very tiny barbs on them that helped them dig in as she
struggled.  It didn't hurt, it just brought more of that tingling itch
wherever they touched.
   Her screams filled the writhing space, dying away before they could
reach the indifferent light far above.  The smell was overpowering. 
Scented pheromones radiated in the claustrophobic air, exciting her
inflamed body, bringing a flush to her neck and chest and more juices
dripping from her cunt.  Tentacles coiled around her skull, squirming
against her face, brushing her nose and leaving behind pungent sludge
redolent with the aroma of raw sexual desire.  They rubbed her neck,
caressed her back, tickled her anus teasingly, sending her senses into
overdrive.  Twisting limbs, blocking her sight, wiggling on every inch of
her body, tickling her nipples, stimulating her cunt, potent floral taste
gumming in her mouth and sinuses, the sloshing sounds of wet goop, of her
own dwindling struggles - they all mixed with the terror racing in her
veins, short-circuiting her brain with a single primal bestial urge.  Her
pussy lips flushed and quivered with reluctant arousal.
   The tentacle vines sensed that the little girl was ready.  Between the
gaps of the squirming vines she saw a vile purple appendage hovering at the
brink of her wet slit, a phallic mass of engorged flesh extruding from the
end, bristling with fleshy ridges and convolutions like a throbbing fist.
The sensation of warm goop followed the slow path it traced down the crack
of her pussy lips, sludge exciting a tingling fervor wherever it touched
and bringing a helpless moan to her lips.  Teasingly, it arrived at the
sweet tunnel at the bottom, pulsing as if pleased, as if to kiss the
delicate labia it was slowly spreading open.
   Fera shrieked and thrashed, caterwauling as tears filled her vision and
leaked down her cheeks to mix with the deposits of warm sludge.  A little
girl could only take so much.  Raped by wolves, raped by gorillas, the
ceaseless beat of powerful monster cocks raping her around the clock and
driving her to howling ecstasy again and again.  Monsters had always seemed
some far away thing, a threat that powerful people like the mages would
handily dispatch if the creatures so much as showed their faces.  Fantasy.
Easily dismissed.  But Fera knew what Jacqueline was going through even
now, had picked up enough from that evil tome she carried to know the
thrusting fate of monster cocks she now delighted in.  Reality.  Horsecocks
in little girls.  Spiders webbing and raping women and girls of all ages,
filling them with eggs.  Trolls and Org and Ettu, muscled bodies
overpowering the frail teams of vulnerable guys supposedly sent to stop
them, then slamming bestial cocks into every hole of their supple bodies
until the rush from orgasm to orgasm became the whole of their existence, a
prison turned to paradise.
   Not her.  The pitiful mewling sounds she made as the purple plant cock
rubbed her hairless slit were her last protest, a final cry from deep in
her soul.  She wanted that pulsing meat between her legs so bad.  No, she
would rather die.  She wanted the bliss she had felt from the wolf cum
erupting inside her, the Corpsum spitroasting her at both ends.  She cried,
thinking of the poor little girl's stomach bulging from the rod of
horseflesh moving inside it.  Bliss on the end of a bucking horsecock. 
Spittle ran down her chin and she begged, to fuck her, to let her go, to
release her into pleasure before the dichotomy tore her mind apart.
   The purple phallus squiggled against her tunnel and shoved inside in a
rush.  Fera shrieked and curled her legs back in midair at the sudden
intrusion.  Wiggling its slimy way inch by inch into her cunt, the filthy
thing massaged her pussy walls with an ecstatic rhythm that sent
toe-curling waves of pleasure up from her crotch.  Goop from its slimy
surface pooled at her pussy lips as it slipped farther in, the mucus
collecting on her genitals and dripping in a rivulet down her naked
asscrack to drop into the darkness.  The purple tentacle reached the narrow
bend where a girl was most sensitive, then slipped back and thrust in
again, beginning a bucking motion that rocked her body.  The hundreds of
other tentacles lifted her pelvis up higher in midair, over her head.
   Waves of warm pleasure pounded up from the thrusting intruder and washed
over Fera's battered mind.  Her hips bucked and her pelvis jolted in
midair, the purple plantcock slamming its entire length in and fucking the
tiny catgirl like a ragdoll.  Her squeals and gasps were swallowed by the
walls of squirming tentacles in the tight space.  Thrusting, pounding,
electrifying ecstasy crested into a rising current that swept her last
vestige of mental stability away.
   White heat stoked into a mounting volcano in her belly that finally
erupted in a crackling shockwave.  Her muscles seized, her arms jerked and
legs kicked, she screamed as the most wild and primal orgasm of her life
struck her brain like a lightning bolt.  With a final slam, the tentacled
vine slammed home in her cunt, blunted end plastering against her cervix
and the meaty girth squeezing her trembling pussy walls until she was sure
they would burst.  It was getting bigger, growing somehow.  The squirts of
her own juices seemed to seep into the folds of the thing, empowering it to
grow even larger inside her.  Warm, oily liquid shot up into her womb,
filling it to the brim and then backflowing to seep out of her plugged
pussy where it trickled down the crack of her butt and collected in the fur
at the base of her spine.
   The tentacles struggled to still her thrashing limbs, coiling tighter
around her arms and legs, gripping the skin so wet with their own secreted
goop.  Finally the surging climax began to wane, the bonfire blaze burning
out into a dull crackle radiating out from her genitals.  Fera hung
suspended in midair, a spent mannequin with her head hanging upside down
and face plastered with warm excretions and the saliva from her own
frenzied cries.
   A sinuous, flowery stalk of white with a dripping, bulging stamen snaked
in front of Fera's face.  She stared at it in astonishment.  The phallic
extension was ridged all over with dripping nodules that leaked ichorous
fluid and made the firm surface gleam in the pale light, and a multitude of
smaller, thinner strands bristled in the air around the base.  It seemed
almost delicate, a plantlike filament you would expect to find inside a
cluster of tightly-curled rose petals, but the white, gooey girth brushed
up against Fera's cheek like a kiss and she felt the firm desire of the
engorged plant flesh.  Instantly, the aroma sparked a wildfire in her
brain, a blinding blaze of animal passions that blotted out everything but
the frenzied, horny desire to be fucked, to have that dripping ivory pole
rammed inside her anywhere at all.
   It was overwhelming.  The tip nuzzled gently against her nose, spreading
sludge around her nostrils, and the fire in her brain doubled, then
trebled, a roaring inferno that consumed her every thought.
   "Please!" She begged, panting wildly, scarcely able to catch her breath.
   "Fuck me, please, get inside me." Her own voice buzzed with such
intensity that she scarcely recognized it.  The pale vine with the
brilliant white phallus protruding from the end was the most beautiful,
most powerful thing she had ever seen.  She stuck out her tongue and
managed to catch a dollop of the wonderous goo on the tip.  It melted like
zesty cream and energized her tongue with a wild tingling.
   The purple meat in her cunt had pulled back to the entrance of her
tunnel.  The thousands of little blue tendrils on her back were a writhing
blanket, burrowing under her skin.  Her senses were locked in overdrive. 
She wanted it, needed it beyond anything she had ever known.  She opened
her mouth to beg again, to plead, desperate with ravenous desire for that
lovely white rod with its dripping nodules, but it slammed home in her
mouth as soon as she opened it, plugging her cries.
   If the tiny sample of white goo had been pure delight, having the
beautiful source in her mouth was an unrestrained paradise.  Her sinuses
were set ablaze with ardent fire.  Her brain sizzled in her skull.  Sparks
flew across her vision.  The white sludge seemed to seep into the soft
tissue of her mouth and short-circuit her brain, locking it into a violent
pulsing pleasure that matched the drumbeat of the thrusting white girth in
her mouth and the plantcock between her legs.  Dimly, she felt a tiny poke,
and realized another tentacle was poking at her twitching sphincter.  After
a tentative exploration, it wiggled its way inside like a snake.  Fera's
shrieks caught on the muffling meat in her mouth, which swelled up and
battered the tiny hole of her throat in the back.  Both ends of the girl
jerked in rhythm, tumescent plant phalluses slamming her skull and pelvis
in a crazed bucking rhythm.  White heat built up until the sudden tickling
feeling of the warm intruder snaking up the end of her digestive tract sent
her over the edge and it exploded like a nova in her brain.
   Pink maelstroms of ecstasy ripped through the naked catgirl's mind
without end.  Felis weren't shy.  A kitten was helped by her sisters from
the moment she became curious about anything sexual, and she knew every way
a little girl could give pleasure to another.  Being introduced to the feel
of a human cock inside her had been like discovering another rapturous
world entirely.  But nothing, not the fingers of her sisters, not the
substantial manhood of the dark-skinned human she had met in Perna, not
Brutus' pounding red dogcock or the Rapewolf's prick or the Corpsum's
knobby meat had flooded her with the gale of animal passion that battered
her consciousness and smashed it like glass.
   Fera's battered mind whirled in a euphoric tornado, passing from orgasm
to orgasm, each one barely beginning to taper before the white muck in her
mouth filled her brain with lightning haze and the pounding cocks in all 3
of her holes set her off again.  They switched.  They took turns.  They
were endless.  She was flipped over, held upright, held upside down with
blood pooling in her head, bent and twisted into every conceivable position
like a doll, and still the endless flood of tentacles drilled into the
little catgirl's naked body with wild abandon.  Fluids covered every inch
of the 12-year-old's supple skin, trickling up or down her belly as she was
twisted, syrupy sludge dripping off her butt or thighs.  Time curled up and
ceased to exist.  Notions of the outside world blew away on the climactic
storms like smoke.  Fera lived and died on the pumping meridian that
separated each orgasm from the next, begging wordlessly if a tentacled vine
left her cunt or anus even briefly, holding her mouth wide open with her
tongue stuck out if nothing was filling it.
   Spurting nodules left sluglike trails of florid semen as they rubbed. 
Fleshy plant cocks spewed potent juices into every hole of her body, an
endless flood from the dripping ends of her lover's fingers.  She knew he
was down there, could feel him, a buried, pulsing core of rapacious desire
for her.  The little blue tendrils from the brown tentacles had burrowed
into her neck and back, crept under the skin everywhere, painlessly.  She
didn't need her eyes to see anymore, didn't need her ears to hear. 
Everything she needed was given to her by her lover, her master.  His cum
fed her, watered her, nourished her completely when the tentacles squiggled
into her throat and dumped their fluid into her stomach.  Just one of his
many gifts, and how she loved him for them.  Everything she had to give,
everything she was, was for him.  Every slippery vine-like tentacle stuffed
in her orifices was another pounding love letter delivered on the orgasmic
tip of fleshy fuckmeat.  She could even feel his heartbeat, or what passed
for it, pulsing through her body and overriding her own.
   Vaguely, she remembered how unhappy she had been, how many times the
stray little catgirl had been wrung out and held down and fucked senseless
by a cruel world.  No more.  All she needed was here in this dank crevice,
safe and moist and happy with all of her lover's fluids watering her body.
   ~*~
   He was preparing her, and she loved him for it.  How many weeks had it
been?  Pointless musings.  Another orgasm flooded through her from the fat
red tentacle pounding away at her cunt, and she felt the tingling itch deep
inside of it doing its job so well.
   They were together now.  There was no way to tell where the blue
tendrils left off and the little naked girl began.  One body, connected,
two pieces of a whole.  His pleasure was hers was his, an endless feedback
loop of euphoria aligned with a single purpose.  She could feel the
thrusting fuckmeat from both sides, both the trembling waves of delightful
friction in her cunt and the erect flesh pounding against it.  Every
connected nerve of their shared body flashed with lightning pleasure of
their endless, shared climax.
   The gushing juice from her pussy fed him, fed them both, and his fluids
were slowly working their purpose deep inside her.  It was almost time. 
Another hot rush of dark fluid spurted up inside in her womb.  The red
tentacle throbbed and pulsed where it finally went limp and slipped from
her cunt, flesh still quivering with excitement.  Fera loved it, loved him
and every one of the plantcocks he used on her.  She knew them all, knew
them so well, better than her own body.  The purple one slithered up and
coiled around her neck, then nuzzled her lips.  She gave it a loving kiss.
The cum from this one built elasticity of her muscles wherever it touched.
It had worked tirelessly to widen her pussy for what was to come.
   A virulent green-blue tentacle wormed in and pushed at her mouth.  She
opened wide to invite it in.  This was how he fed her.  A ring of
testicle-like bladders around the protruding base held her master's liquid
gifts.  She puffed her cheeks and worked her mouth, eagerly sucking on the
erect pole until the swelling flesh slammed her skull back violently,
jammed against the back of her throat, and erupted into a geyser of honeyed
fluids that filled her mouth and poured down her throat like a waterfall.
Delicious, the virile seed of her master, a flowery, earthy taste
underscoring the salty plant semen.  Her head was held back, throat arched,
visibly swallowing, until each sack spent itself and all the was left was a
ring of wrinkly, deflated pouches.  Finally it slipped out of her mouth,
leaving a mouthful of tar-like slime behind.  Fera licked her lips, trying
not to spill a drop of his gift.
   The fat red tentacle had been in her pussy more and more lately, and she
had no need to wonder why.  When it slammed up against her cervix and was
on the verge of cumming, a multitude of little tendrils would emerge,
coated with itchy liquid.  The goop treated the flesh of her cervix,
loosening and widening it, and the flood of dark semen that gushed in
shortly afterwards bathed her womb in special fluid, black batter that
seeped up her Fallopian tubes and sought out her ovaries.  The tentacles
held her upside down, hours at a time, letting her insides soak, slowly
transmuting the little girl's barely-mature reproductive organs to a better
purpose: to bear his young.  Fera rejoiced when the itchy sensations
brought each new wave of orgasms, knowing the heat in her belly was the
sign of her old parts dying away.  Her ability to have children, she didn't
need it anymore.  All Fera wanted was to bear her master's seed, to have
her body be plowed, sowed, then reaped.
   Twisting sensations in her colon sent shivers down her thighs.  The
virulent orange tentacle, buried deep in her anus, always probing her
insides.  Through it, her master sample her body, testing its health, its
progress, making sure she was ok.  He loved her so much.  She felt his hot
rush of passion through the network of blue filaments threaded so tightly
into her skin.  The brown tentacles, opening at their ends to expose the
dozens of deep blue tendrils like tiny worms - they had done their job
quickly.  Burrowing under her skin, they released pheromones and hormones,
taking away her pain even as they coiled around her nervous system and
joined with her.
   And her favorite: the white one, a bulging rod of fleshy plant matter
with stubby nodules all along its immense girth.  Its secretions were her
aphrodisiac, a mind-shattering elixir that swept everything away before the
wave of raw animal passion.  The tentacle oozed across her wet belly.  Was
it going to fuck her?  The heat in her body felt...different today, more
complete, a blazing fever ready to burn itself out.  Something was
different.
   Fera squirmed and mewled with glee when the tentacles pulled her body
farther down into the crevice.  So many weeks of ecstaticly drinking her
master's semen, of cumming on his many pounding cocks, of feeling each kind
of fluid working its slow change on his body - finally she was ready!  The
intensity of her master's love increased a thousand fold, fed into her body
in lightning flashes from the connecting nerves.  She was pulled down into
the tight space where he lurked, and finally, cat eyes gleaming in the
darkness, she was able to behold the exposed part of his true body.
   The fleshy curve protruded from the earth, a hemisphere of diseased,
sickly-looking flesh and roots, like an orchid bulb crossed with a rotting
heart.  He was so beautiful.  The powerful florid stench filled her sinuses
with ravenous buzzing.  She was so close.  She was so ready!  His baby, she
wanted it so badly, yearned for the feeling of life swelling up inside her
like nothing else.  Since the day she had left her village, that had been
all that she desired.  And now, her mate was going to give it to her.
   Her body was drawn right up to the veiny, throbbing flesh.  Its
heartbeat pulsed in time with her own.  She tried to reach out, to embrace
him, show him how much she loved him for finally showing her the vulnerable
core of himself, but the tentacles tightened and pulled her arms and legs
behind her back, trussing the girl up tightly.  From a dank crack in the
core, a clear, gelatinous tentacle slithered out like an eel.  This was his
most precious gift.  He would plant his seed in her, and it would flower
and grow into the offspring she had yearned for.
   The slimy appendage oozed closer, coiling up her leg, leaving slug-like
runners of mucus in its wake.  Fera's brain buzzed with anticipation of the
ecstasy her master was about to give her.  Her pussy itched, raw, throbbing
inside, an aching torment that she couldn't reach with her hands trussed
behind her back.  A pair of brown tentacles around her thighs coiled
tighter and their ends crept right up to the edges of her hairless pussy
lips.  They parted on the ends, petals bending open like blooming flowers,
and tiny hosts of blue tendrils wormed out.  They wiggled and pulled her
pussy lips wide open, then sunk in to the soft flesh at the edges. 
Lightning flickers shocked Fera's pelvis, muscles jolting in thready
twinges of pain that dulled immediately and were replaced by a growing beat
of passion.  She wiggled.  She squirmed.  Her ears and tail froze in rigid
shock and she cried out from the depths of this dank hole beneath the
earth, writhing in need.
   It was touching her lips now, the clear tip rubbing syrupy sludge over
the heated surface of her genitals.  So many ways to drive her to a
passionate frenzy, so many wonderful tentacles to burrow deep into her
holes and show how much he loved her, and this was his most special.  The
tip poked between her lips, testing her warmth, and then slipped into her
tunnel.
   Wild bursts of passion exploded in her body.  The tentacle buried itself
inside, then pulled out, slamming eagerly in again.  Her pussy was held
wide open by the burrowing blue tendrils, helping the fat, clear appendage
fit into the gap between the 12-year-old's legs.  Fera's squeal was cut off
as a tentacle forced itself into her mouth and burrowed into her throat,
and her colon vibrated with the excited squiggling of her anal companion.
   The nerves of her quaking pussy walls slammed into overdrive, driven by
the gale of pleasure emanating from the blue tendrils sunk in her flesh. 
Pounding excitement slammed home in her pussy, her lover enjoying her body
to its utmost.  The clear tentacle swelled up, engorging and stretching her
battered pussy to its limit.  Fera drifted between waves of overwhelming
orgasm like wreckage in a storm.  Nothing in her short life could have
prepared her for the violent hurricane of euphoria that smashed against her
consciousness.  It welled up, and she managed to force her tearful eyes
open to witness the precious moment.
   Pussy held wide open, the writhing clear tentacle buried itself as
deeply inside her as possible.  An walnut-sized lump of ovoid flesh
squeezed into the clear tunnel at the center of the tentacle: a seed,
pressed down by gelatinous contractions, worming its way closer until the
swelling lump reached her pussy lips.  It was big, too big, but the clear
walls squeezed visibly and by some miracle the lump passed her pussy lips
and popped into the spasming cyclone of her pussy.
   His seed was finally inside her.  Fera would have screamed with joy, if
she could have remembered how.  Instead, she was swept helplessly along by
the current of her endless climax.  The lump moved unbearably slowly inside
her, gaining an inch, then another.  Her pelvis felt like it would burst
from the pressure.  The fist-sized intruder finally reached her core,
pressing up against her cervix, and with a final rush that catapulted her
brain into a stratosphere of pink orgasm, the firm sensation thrust up into
her womb beyond where she could feel it.
   Pleasure cut her consciousness to ribbons, body twisting in the grip of
the tentacles, mouth, anus, and pussy alternating with ecstatic detonations
of climactic bliss.  Fera drifted in a paradise, body aflame with the
overwhelming wash of hormones from her lover's careful preparation.  It
lasted forever, endless.  Coiling rolls of flesh squeezed her all over,
goopy fluids rubbed between her thighs, on her chest and lips, dribbling
down her neck, her tingling buttocks, dripping into the darkness below
where her lover lay.  Time ceased to exist.  Her master fucked his pregnant
little toy to sweet oblivion, orgasms echoing through the fused nerves,
rebounding, amplified through the primal connection of their bodies.
   Tears welled in her eyes.  It was every dream she ever had, all come
true on the pounding ends of thrusting tentacles jerking in every hole in
her body.  His seed was inside her, his precious gift, the child she had
sought for so long.  Already she could feel the heat in her body, could
imagine the swell of her belly as it grew inside her.  Fera had never even
thought of a son, always expecting that she would bear a Felis daughter
like her race always did, but now that warm life grew inside her, she could
hardly conceive of anything else.  Fera was finally going to be a Mommy.
   ~*~
   Cool air flooded her skin for the first time in an eternity.  A dim
instinct flickered through Fera's brain, and she moaned, ears twitching as
the shards of her shattered consciousness began to reassemble.
   Leafy softness on her back.  Something sticky.  She was covered in it.
She rolled over with a groan, and the plants stuck to her.  She brushed
them away and sat up.
   Shafts of light beamed down from the forest canopy far above.  She was
on a bed of soil, hidden by the tangled undergrowth of vines and bushes. 
Holding her head against the dizziness, Fera got to her feet, then stumbled
to the side against a trunk.
   She was naked, a thick, gooey syrup spreading in the space between her
thighs.  No, it was everywhere.  It covered her skin in a slick sheen and
glossed her fur to a shine.  Her lover's juice.  Where was he?  Already she
missed him, her heart aching desperately.  She looked around.  No way to
tell where he was, but her lingering mental connection told her all she
needed to know.  Looking down, she gently kneaded her belly, feeling the
lump inside.  Pregnant, at last.  Fera would miss her lover terribly, but
he had given her what she needed to be happy.  Her son would grow rapidly
inside her until the day came for his birth.  Feeling her cunt gingerly
with her fingers, Felt felt the surface of the hard resin inside.  Her
lover had sealed her up, plugging her womb to keep their baby safe.  So
thoughtful.  No other cocks would be able to invade her space and threaten
the child growing inside.
   But without her master's fluid filling her stomach, she'd need food and
water, to keep herself and her baby strong.  Picking a direction and
setting out, she came to the edge of the forest by midday and looked out
over a valley: Jeth'a, the Southern border.  This valley meandered until it
widened around the river farther North.  Fera knew it, knew she could find
her way from here.
   She began walking.  Her mind was a green daze, with only disjointed
memories of the past month.  Flowery growths, thrusting into her, fleshy
tentacles.  Her lover, his abscence a dull ache in her heart.  A dim echo
of something lurked in the back of her mind, something she should have
done, but she dismissed the thought.  Now that she was pregnant, her
mandate was to return to her village.  The seed growing inside of her was
the one thing she was sure of.
   There were itchy holes all over her body, like large pores in her skin,
but they seemed to be closing already.  She walked until midday, finding a
burbling stream and a bush of purple berries.  The cold water washed away
the slime from her naked skin, and she rinsed her fur and groomed until she
was clean.  Clean, but still naked, yet the chill couldn't touch the heat
deep inside her belly.  She rested a hand on her stomach: was it bigger
already?  It felt like it.  A tiny quiver vibrated under her touch.  A
kick? Already?  The thrill of excitement raced through her body, knowing
that the life in her womb was strong and healthy.
   Two days passed, as Fera followed the stream up the valley, crossing
where it forked with the river and eventually finding the winding path that
scaled up into the hills.  Two days, with dew freezing to her fur as she
walked through the icy night air, shivering, aching, with a strange hunger
spurring her on, one that she suspected had nothing to do with her actual
stomach.  The terrain under her feet turned familiar.  She had run through
this wilderness so many times as a kitten, following scents along the
forest paths and climbing trees with her friends.
   Almost there.  Her breath misted in front of her as the morning sun
dipped below the horizon, taking the warmth of the day with it.  Her feet
were scratched and stung by the rocks.  Her ears and tail drooped
miserably, and she rubbed warmth desperately into the fur on her arms.  One
foot in front of the other, automatic, her dim mind hazy with fatigue and a
growing delirium as the path stretched on for miles.
   "Fera!" The surprised yelp came from above.  A lithe, feline shape
twisted gracefully off the branch, swung her body around another on the way
down, and landed gracefully on her feet in front of Fera, skirt and long
shawl flaring out in the air.
   "Cif..Cif..." Fera mumbled.  Incoherent.  Cold.  Hungry.  Her baby.  The
all jumbled up in her head and then were washed away as a flood of darkness
overtook her.
   ~*~
   The clean wooden ceiling overhead seemed to defy reality after countless
days spent in darkness, looking up at the faint light filtering through the
cracks in the forest floor.  Fera blinked uncomprehendingly, then sat up.
The cool satin sheet slipped down her chest and pooled on the bed,
revealing her modestly swollen breasts and the enormous paunch of her
belly. It all came back in a rush: the long, aching march through the
forest, fingers and toes threatening to freeze off, being found by Ciffa
before collapsing numb in her arms, vague recollections of her sisters
bringing her to her own house and laying her in bed before departing with a
promise to send Serena around to check on her the next day.
   She spotted the bowl of soup on the little round endtable by her bed and
tested it with a finger: cold.  So Serena hadn't come by yet to check on
her.  It was still early, judging by the pale light beaming through the
slats of the shutters.  The midwife had a motherly approach to everyone in
the village.  At 30 years of age, she had seen most of them delivered as
kittens, and treated everyone equally with a kind and slightly patronizing
demeanor as though she couldn't help but always see them as the mewling
babes they had been.
   Ignoring the soup, she rolled herself over on the bed with some
difficulty and got her feet on the floor.  She didn't feel hungry.  Her
body hummed with an oozing feeling of satiation, as though the life
swelling in her belly provided some kind of subtle sustenance.  She could
feel it, feel him, growing silently deep inside when she placed her hands
on the obscene curve of her stomach.  He would be huge, compared to the
tiny girl kittens the Felis normally bore.  The enormous bulge almost
tripled her size around the waist - an ungainly burden on the slender frame
of the 12-year-old catgirl.  Gingerly, she hefted herself to her feet.  She
didn't mind.  Her baby boy would be big and healthy - and she had a feeling
he would have an appetite to match.
   Fera managed to pull on a loose smock and pad out to the tiny front room
of her modest house just in time to hear the rapping on the front door. 
She turned to answer it, slowly, holding her belly with one hand, but found
Serena already letting herself in.
   "Fera!  So good to see you child.  Sit!  Sit." The older Felis was a
luscious maroon-furred beauty with long hair and a motherly smile.  "Come
now.  A girl in your condition shouldn't be walking about so."
   Fera obliged the woman's imperious gestures and sat down slowly into her
chair.  It did feel good to sit, to take the weight off.  She leaned back
and looked out the window while Serena fussed about the small room, tail
twitching, setting a pot to boil and unloading a basket of food and
sundries onto the table.  Fera's house was little more than a sturdy hut -
cozy, but barely big enough for 2.  Felis didn't believe in building large.
It was nestled on a huge root at the base of one of the enormous
great-trees that filled the forests of Fera's homelands.  They were sacred,
these ancient trees.  A dozen spans around their massive trunks, with
profusions of deep roots that dug into the earth and stretched for miles.
Felis loved their trees, but they certainly didn't live in them like some
humans thought.
   The sight of the familiar forest floor outside her window filled Fera
with calm satisfaction.  She would have preferred to stay with her lover,
but it was still good to be home.  Serena bustled about, wiping away some
of the dust of Fera's long absence from the counter before she finished
unloading.  After hanging a few fresh herbs to dry from the ceiling, she
turned her attention to Fera.
   "Now then!  Let's have a look at you girl." She beckoned Fera to lean
back farther and pull up her smock, then kneeled in front of her to take a
look at her belly.
   "My my," she whistled impressively.  "This is quite an...expansive
condition you have got yourself into my dear.  Did you have any trouble
with the men outside?" The older woman smiled knowingly, almost
lecherously.
   "I uh...no." Fera didn't know where she could have possibly begun, and
she felt she didn't want to talk anyway, about the many men she had met,
about Stephan, about the dog, about being gangraped in an alley and...and
Jacqueline.  Serena was absorbed in feeling her belly and missed the flash
of emotion on her face.
   "Shame.  The trouble you can get into with men is half the fun."
Serena's smile was coy.  "You DID manage to have plenty of fun, right? 
Meet plenty of men?  A little girl your age, 12, well, the world outside
should be your plaything."
   "Y-yes." Fera nodded slowly.
   "Six times.  That's how many times I've been out, you know.  And six
wonderful kittens to show for it." Serena ran a hand affectionately over
the mass of Fera's belly.  "I was never this big though.  I don't think
I've ever seen anyone THIS big, Fera.  You'll probably have twins, or
triplets - I have an herb that can help us tell.  It must have been quite a
man who put these inside you - either that or you've been fooling around
with a horse."
   Fera almost choked, but she managed a crooked smile when Serana looked
up.
   "Oh, never mind Fera.  Silly me, forgetting how shy you little girls can
be about such things." Serana's ears drooped apologetically.  "Sorry. 
Let's have a listen."
   She planted both hands on the strained skin of Fera's belly and pressed
her ear down to it.  Fera knew she would hear the heartbeat inside.  She
could feel the rhythm of her baby's life pulsing along with her own, a
vigorous, florid essence that sometimes left a salty tang on the back of
her tongue.
   "Hmm, I only hear one heartbeat, but the Tanarine will tell us for sure.
Now then.  Any pains?  Any swelling in your feet?"
   Fera talked with the woman and listened when she explain which herbs to
take for pains and which for sleep, and which she should take every day to
ensure a strong kitten and an easy birth.  Useless, probably, but the
midwife knew her herbs well, so Fera pretended to listen patiently.  Her
baby was already healthy and strong.  He didn't need any lesser plants,
didn't need Felis medicine, didn't need anything other than the warm womb
of his mother's body to nurse him.  Finally, the older woman was satisfied
that Fera was in good health and had everything she needed.
   "Ok dear.  Get some rest.  Stay off your feet.  I mean it." Serana
embraced Fera and then stood up to leave.  "I'll check in on you at the
same time tomorrow."
   Fera doffed her clothes and crawled back into bed after the woman left.
She felt hot, as though a fever was running through her veins, but she knew
she wasn't sick.  A faint quivering of anticipation burned deep inside. 
Her baby was almost here, almost ready to bloom, and she was ready for him.
   ~*~
   The crash of thunder ripped Fera out of her sleep.  Her hands flew to
her belly, chasing the fading streak of pain from deep inside.  The inky
blackness outside the window flickered with fitful flashes of lightning,
followed quickly by more peals of thunder.  Her swollen belly quivered
under her hands, and suddenly another contraction tore painfully through
her pelvis.
   She threw back the sheets.  Her dreams had been filled with ravenous
hunger: sweet, tender little bodies, bound tightly, struggling, slippery
holes filled with pounding flesh.  The vision had engrossed her mind, a
rapturous landscape of every girl from her village caught up in a writhing
web of tentacled ecstasy.  Her baby's hunger was boiling over into her
brain even now, a flaring ache that pulsed in time with the fresh
contraction tearing at her belly.
   Grimacing, she brushed aside the sheet that cordoned off her tiny
sleeping area and staggered out, naked, an arm cupped around her massive
belly.  It trembled inside.  Faint stirrings writhed beneath the surface of
its straining flesh, her baby trembling in anticipation of his new life. 
The next flare of pain blinded her, and she swooned against the table,
gasping, toppling a dish to shatter on the floor.  The pain subsided
quickly, followed by a mounting echo of swollen pleasure from deep in her
gut, a heady rush of raw sexual bliss like being fucked for the first time
by the biggest cock she could imagine.  The darkness of the window was in
front of her when her vision cleared.  Clouds swirled above the treetops as
the storm raged far overhead, illuminated by brilliant flashes that brought
more thunder booming down on her.  The pounding tempo from the sky matched
the ache that flared out from her groin and throbbed in her veins.  The
taste of iron and blood lingered on the back of her tongue.
   Her eyes scanned the room.  There.  She let the pain pass, then strode
across the room.  Her fingers trembled as she pulled the bolt open and
flung open the iron hatch.
   This had been her cellar when she moved in, and still would have been,
if the earth had held.  But the shifting growth of the great-tree's roots
over time had punctured the space and eroded the soil until the hatch
simply opened into a dark cavity underneath her house.  She peered down,
slitted eyes adjusting quickly to the darkness.  A network of large roots
could be seen descending into the gloom several feet down.
   Soil.  That was what she needed.  Fresh earth to birth and plant her
baby.  Holding her stomach gingerly, she sat on the lip of the hatch and
felt tentatively with her feet until they found purchase on the largest of
the roots.  More of them were below, a tangled network of earthy-smelling
tendrils that twisted chaotically, leaving gaps between them.  Fera stepped
down to another root.  The crevices yawned open beneath her, descending
further into the darkness.  The ground had entirely eroded during the year
she had been gone, leaving just the roots winding through empty space.
   With catlike balance she slid and shimmied down the rough surfaces,
squeezing her self and her belly through the narrow gaps, pausing with each
contraction.  They were still far apart, but getting closer every minute.
She had to hurry.  Fera brushed aside a web of tiny, brittle tendrils and
slithered around a trunklike protrusion, burrowing farther into the earth.
She must be over a dozen feet down, she figured.  Looking up, on the
faintest flickers of light from the lamp in her house were visible, but
Fera's eyes didn't need help to see in the dark.
   Another contraction.  She paused, hugging a thick root, gasping as her
stomach twisted itself inside out.  So close now.  The twisted cavity
smelled of dank moss and loam.  She reached out and touched soil.  Rich,
moist.  Perfect.  The damp surface was like a cool balm on her back as she
lay down.  The spasms wrung her muscles and then were quickly drowned by a
rush of swelling pleasure from her cunt.  Fera gasped and held her belly.
She could feel her pussy flush and gaping wide open in the darkness.
   Fera panted and gasped in the darkness of the pit, tail curling tightly
with each fresh contraction.  They were coming so much faster!  Clenching
muscles strained themselves to breaking and then exploded with pleasure as
her first orgasm washed through her.  How many days had she spent with her
lover in a hole just like this, that beautiful monster that had raped her
endlessly, fucking her tiny, screaming, 12-year-old boy to the heights of
mind-shattering ecstasy again and again.  Slippery tentacles, holding her
tight as she struggled and writhed, preparing her, bathing her insides with
the special juices needed to transform her and make her womb suitable for
sowing his seed.
   And now his gift trembled eagerly in her belly.  Fera howled when her
stomach twisted and she finally felt something shift.  Like a hard pit, the
mass inside began to slide, slowly, agonizingly, an inch of squeezing pain
at a time.  She bore down with all her might, grunting through the brief
waves of pain, then collapsed back on the earth when they subsided, chest
heaving, tears filling her eyes, gasping pitifully as heady rushes of
pleasure racked her body and pushed her to climax again and again.  She had
helped midwife before - all the girls helped in some way, when a new kitten
was due, so she had expected pain, but she had never imagined her birth
would be such ecstasy, that the sweet monstrous seed planted in her body
would wash her in orgasm after orgasm as it slid slowly down her vaginal
canal.  It was like being fucked for the first time again, like being
stretched beyond her limit.  He was so big inside her, like a monstrous
horse, stretching her quivering little cunt to its absolute limit.  Another
pang, another spasm, another tiny shift, and a gush of pleasure.  Fera's
mind whirled between twin storms of pain and rapture.  Maybe this was what
that tender little 8-year-old had felt, as her miniscule pussy was impaled
on Centaurum horsecock for the first time: a pounding euphoria that swept
everything away, a straining fullness beyond description.
   The contractions were so close together now.  Each blinding squeeze
brought a ripping pain that was rapidly overwhelmed by an eruption of
ecstasy.  Fera orgasmed again, hard, naked body writhing in the dirt,
squealing with catlike passion as she bore down.  He was moving.  The mass
was slowly pushing down her birth canal.
   "Hnnnnnnnggggh!" She squeezed until it felt like her muscles would
burst, every fiber straining to the limit.  Abruptly it let up and she
rested back on the soil, panting for air.  Just a few more.  Her baby was
almost here.  The next contraction came suddenly, her body clenching
wildly, and with a final push she felt the hard mass rush out followed by a
well of dark fluids.
   "Aaaaaaaaaaaaaaaggggh!" Fera's cry dwindled to a long groan of
satisfaction.  The pain was already subsiding.  She felt around gently in
the dark, arms coating with sticky fluid, until she found her son.  He was
a shriveled, fleshy mass the size of her fist, pulsing feebly in her hands.
She cooed and wiped fluids from his skin, feeling the tiny bristles all
over the walnut-like skin that had caused such an itch inside her.  They
already seemed to be falling off.
   "Oh baby, sweet baby," she cuddled the thing to her naked breasts. 
Rounded like an egg, it had a pair of delicate lips running along one side
which were already parting.  A trio of tiny tentacles poked their way out,
probing the new world and brushing up against Fera's skin until they found
the erect nubs of her nipples.  She laughed with delight.  Such a good boy.
Just out of the womb and he already knew what to do.  The perfect seed. 
She brought him up for a kiss.  The gooey flesh was already drying out on
its own, but enough was left to leave dripping runners of slime on Fera's
lips.  Such an angel.
   A flicker of stray light from far above caught crossed his body as she
held him up, and a little squall of protest came from inside the tiny
creature's parted lips.  Quickly, she pulled him to her chest and wrapped
him in her arms to protect him.  No light, at least not yet.  The core of
her newborn child was a fragile thing.  She would need to plant him right
away.  The soft soil of the pit was ideal.  But first, first she had to
feed him.  The adorable baby tentacles coiling on her flat breasts didn't
drink milk.  They needed a different kind of fluid from her.
   Leaning back and getting comfortable on the dirt, Fera lowered her baby
and pressed him up against her aching crotch.  The little plant-like nugget
seemed to grow excited, its pulse visibly accelerating as it reached out to
probe its mother's vagina.  Tiny tentacles slipped gooey trails over her
flushing pussy lips, and Fera jerked when one found her clit.  The gentle
touch of her son brought arousal gushing into her groin and thighs.  She
was still sore, but the pain had faded rapidly.  She spread her legs wider
to welcome him in.
   "Come on baby," she panted.  "Come get what you need." The little lips
on the side of the bulb opened slightly wider, a few more inches of the
vulnerable tentacles slipping out to probe the warm tunnel it had found. 
It was a moment special beyond words.  The first time her son had touched
her, the first time he would make love to her, the first time he would fuck
her and drink her juices.
   She had read the entry for Venoma Vines in the Monstrum Factorum, but
now she knew more firsthand than would ever be in the book.  Connected to
her lover for weeks by the millions of tiny connections in her brainstem
and spine, he had sung sweet melodies to her even as he plundered her body.
Pussy juice: that was what her lover had craved, what her baby boy needed
to thrive.  Little girl pussy juice, the sweet floods of nectar from a
naked little prepubescent body writhing in ecstasy.  The younger the
better. She could feel his need like her own.
   Instinct guided the probing appendages, and they slithered in and
squirmed up into the channel with a rapidity that brought a gasp to Fera's
mouth.  He was hungry.  She cupped him close with her hands, and he didn't
disappoint her.  The rubbing digits massaged her inflamed pussy walls,
stoking waves of pleasure that rushed up her aching belly to her chest. 
The seed gave a tiny squall of pleasure, and a new tentacle emerged from
the widening lips: pink, erect, the size of her thumb with a flaring glans
on the end.  Her baby boy's main cock tentacle, getting stiff for mommy. 
She was so proud that she could make his first time special.
   Slowly, instinctively, some of the handful of wormlike vines slithered
out of her pussy and wrapped themselves around her thighs, getting a grip,
positioning the cock tentacle up against her cunt.  It was swelling bigger
already, hungry for its mother's cunt, for the pleasure and nourishing
liquid it would find inside.  The sore feeling in Fera's cunt was already
being replaced by a pounding ache of urgency.
   Mewling cries escaped her throat when her child first pushed up inside
her, probing the moist tunnel it had emerged from minutes earlier.  Her
ears and nipples stiffened, both bristling in the air.  Her baby boy, the
lovely child that she had longed for, clung tightly to her crotch,
tentacles gripping her thighs fiercely as fleshy prick pushed farther
inside.
   "Eeeeummmphhh!" Her breath rose to a wordless catlike squeal at the
first pump.  The bristling seed pushed her legs for leverage, pulling its
cock out, then shoving it back inside.  Not even an hour old, and already
he could fuck Mommy like a pro.  Fera's hands alternated between cuddling
the throbbing baby at her crotch and brushing her own stomach and flat
breasts, feeling the slippery fluids of birth on her deflated belly. 
Passion roiled through her body, steaming into bubbling waves that came out
as desperate panting.  Thump, thump, her baby picked up a rhythm, slapping
the tiny cock inside her, clearly enjoying the squeezing warmth of the body
that had given it life.  Wiggling her hips, arching her back, Fera cried
out and bucked her hips.  She couldn't help it.  The pink tube was swelling
up massively inside her, feeding on the juice flowing from her pussy walls.
Already her baby was pumping harder, fucking her cunt with a hungry vigor
as it harvested her fluid.
   Beating passion rose up and crested into wild explosions of pleasure in
Fera as her climax raced through her body.  The cock throbbed even tighter
inside of her, the lump of flesh slapped up against her pelvis with
abandon, making a high-pitched squeal of delight that was almost inaudible.
Ecstasy writhed in her gut, muscles clamping around the wormlike tentacle
as it thrust inward and finally buried itself deep against the aching gate
of her womb.  She felt the greasy fluid sputter from the end and shoot up
inside her, bringing the sensations of syrupy warmth and pleasing fullness
inside.  Shuddering with pleasure, her baby shot his seed right back into
the body that had birthed him, filling her womb with liquid joy.
   Fera lolled helplessly when her orgasm finally receded.  She caressed
the wrinkled flesh locked against her crotch, cooing happily.  Her sisters
had always told her that being a Mom was wonderful, but she had never
expected such bliss, such passionate fulfilment of motherhood.  Her baby
was so adorable, quivering against her pussy like that.
   "Are you done sweetie?" She rubbed his skin in the darkness, feeling
fleshy contractions under the surface.  Had he fed enough?  He'd need lots
of her pussy juice to keep growing, but he seemed sated now.  She reached
down to see if she could gently pull him off.  She had to kiss him, had to
taste the liquid oozing from his tentacles and dripping from his cock. 
Every mother longed for the feeling of her newborn against her lips and
breasts, and Fera was no different.
   A tentacle slapped her hand away angrily when she pulled.  The nervous
quivering vibrated upwards, telling her that he was happy where he was,
with his little baby cock stuffed in his mother.  She let him be and laid
exhausted on the uneven soil, mind still reeling from the pain and pleasure
of her childbirth and subsequent copulation.
   Twice more her baby began to pound away in her cunt, humping madly until
more warm fluid spurted up inside her.  Fera thrashed her way through the
multiple climaxes.  Her baby's cum seeped out of her pussy in sticky globs,
congealing into a viscuous sludge of clear fluid that stuck between her
buttcheeks and formed a goopy puddle underneath her rear.  Hazy daydreams
filled Fera's head between bouts of pleasure: she was already prepared, her
womb and ovaries primed for planting.  How soon could her baby give her a
baby?  His instincts worked perfectly, fucking the first cunt it met with
abandon.  Was he fertile yet?  Was the semen pooling inside her womb
already impregnating her again?  The thrill buzzed in her stomach.  The
Monstrum Factorum hadn't mentioned how long it took Venoma Vines to mature,
but her instincts told her it would be soon.
   With a shudder, her baby boy's cock slipped from her pussy.  It was
larger than when it had gone in - he was larger.  He had slurped the juice
from her cunt and grown rapidly, but now he needed rest.  The wiggling
vines loosened around her thighs, and she sat up and picked him up to
cuddle against her flat breasts, murmuring a lullaby.  The dirt here in the
pit was soft - a bastion of rich Earth for her child to flourish in.  She
dug deeper into the brown surface, scooping soil with one hand and holding
her child with the other.  Eventually she had carved out a head-sized
indentation, and she laid her baby gently inside it.  A perfect fit.  She
covered him partly with loose soil, leaving the lipped opening exposed. 
Tentacles wrapped lovingly around her fingers and wrists, slack and sleepy.
   Fera curled up in the dirt next to the mound.  Her naked 12-year-old
body was covered all over with dirt and vile filth, her fur was a hapazhard
mess of tangles and gunky deposits.  Her pussy ached raw and her waist and
crotch were a mess of drying bodily fluids, caked on as if she had been
splattered with a hose.
   And she had never been happier.  Fera had her baby at last.
   ~*~
   Thirst.  It pulsed from a blinding headache.  Desperate.  Ravenous.  The
shock lurched her awake.  Her throat felt parched, drier than it had evern
been.
   From the tiny amount of light visible overhead, she could see that her
baby had sunk deep into the soil next to her.  He had grown even more -
over a dozen tentacles emerged from the gap, most as big as her arm.  They
quested along the dirt floor, touching her body in intimate places, and she
felt rather than heard the mournful plea of his appetite.
   She sat up and got on her knees, straddling the dank crevice, and pulled
her pussy lips wide apart.
   "Come on baby," she panted, her body already heating with desire.  "Have
a drink."
   Her baby boy proved an even more passionate lover than before, massaging
her body to the brink of climax before digging eagerly into her cunt.  He
was strong now, too.  The mass of tentacles wrapped her wirsts and yanked
them behind her, arching her back and drawing a squeal of pleasure.  A
slippery appendage wrapped around her neck and cinched tight, choking her
breath and yanking her head to the floor, thrusting her pussy into the air.
She was so proud.  Fluids gushed from her crotch and the thrusting
tentacles eagerly soaked them up like a sponge, but as the came down from
her third orgasm, and the tentacles drooped limply to the floor, exhausted,
she realized it wasn't enough.
   Her baby needed more.  More cunt juice from little girls.  She was a
good mother, but her tiny body could only provide so much.  A growing plant
needed ample watering.  She'd have to find him more nourishment.  She had
to provide for her child above all else.
   She kissed the wiggling pink worm of his cock tentacle and licked the
end before kissing it goodbye, then crawled slowly upwards through the
thick system of roots until she could wiggle up out of the hatch and into
the main room of her house.  Morning sun had flooded the forest outside the
window.  It was a perfect day.
   Fera felt alive, happy, buzzing with satisfaction and horny energy and
with more purpose than she had had in years.  The hunger still burned in
the back of her mind though, sizzling in her nerve endings, communicated
through her intimate bond to her wonderful baby boy.  Feeling wobbly, she
looked down at herself.
   This wouldn't do.  As much as she would have loved to walk into broad
daylight with the juicy evidence of her son's birth and passion on her, it
wouldn't do at all.  Red and yellow fluid had coated her thighs and caked
in her fur, and dark semen dripped from her pussy.  Her breasts and
deflated belly were caked with the the syrupy sludge that her baby had been
covered with when he came out.
   Regretfully, she went to the little shower in the back of the house and
pulled the lever.  Cold water cascaded down, and Fera washed her skin and
groomed her fur to a neat shine.  Crusted cum ringed her ears so she washed
it away, and she pulled her tail around to squeeze the grime from it.  She
felt better when she was done, fresh and clean and ready to be defiled, but
as much as she longed to go down and make love to her baby again, she
resisted.  Instead she rummaged through her closet and picked a dress of
brown fabric and sewn leather.  She pulled it on over her head and smoothed
it over her hips.  The top hung loose on one side, leaving a shoulder bare,
and the front had a wide cutout that showed off her bare midriff.  She
flourished the skirt as she looked at herself in the mirror.  Her pregnancy
hadn't had the slightest effect on her belly - it was just as trim and
tight as it had always been, and the dress still looked amazing on her. 
Maybe her baby would like see her in it, or maybe he would just enjoy
ripping it off of her before wrapping his limbs around his Mommy and...
   Her pussy itched fiercely again, but she ignored it.  Had to find him
something to drink.  Something succulent.  Something tender and young.  The
appetite burned its reminder in the back of her mind.
   The cool breeze brushed her skirt and thighs when she left the house.  A
pathway of carved steps led down the wide, curving root to the forest
floor, and a lip that overlooked the clearing of her village.  Morning had
cloaked the forest with scattered mist and a fresh sense of renewal, and
brilliant orange rays peeked through striations of purple clouds in the
East.  A dozen small houses circled a small field of flowers and a clear
pond in the center of the clearing, and a handful of scattered cottages
peeked from the bases of the other great-trees around the perimeter of the
village.  Each dwelling was nestled comfortably between the trees and
vegetation, as if they had grown as part of the forest.  Cozy lamplight
beamed from the windows and smoke dritfed lazily from the chimneys of each.
The stirring sounds of activity had barely begun to fill the air as the
Felis girls woke and began their day.  The secluded race of catgirls rarely
lived more than a few dozen in the same place, prefering peaceful lives
over the bustle of cities like the humans had.  There were 19 girls here.
Fera knew them all.  19 fresh little pussies, bursting with delicious
juices for her baby.  She licked her lips unconsciouly.
   The dry thirst drove her on.  Fera picked a short trail that curled
around the lip of the lowered ground in the clearing.  Her sisters would
grow to love her baby, she was sure, would learn to love the thrill of his
engorged tentacles thrusting home in their cunt just like she did.  They
might need a little...convincing at first, but she didn't have much time.
Her baby's thirst itched in the back of her brain, ravenous buzz creeping
up to break her train of thought.  He needed to be watered so badly.
   "RAWWWRRRRRRRRRRR!"
   Fera's ears flattened in fright and she shrieked as a bush shook and
jumped at her.  Tiny claws latched onto her leg and the hellion creature
chomped the fleshy part of her thigh in a mock bite.
   "Lily!"
   The little catgirl laughed uproariously, arms and legs still clamped
around Fera's thigh.
   "Rawwwwwww!  I got you Fera!  I'm a monster!" The tiny girl growled
menacingly and pretended to gnaw Fera's leg before laughing at herself and
finally letting go.
   At 6 years old, Lily still had just enough kitten in her to be
maddeningy precocious.  Her fingernails hadn't quite rounded out yet, and
her tail still had a youthful bushiness.  Fera remembered the little
scamp's antics with fondness.  Lily was a year older now, but she hadn't
changed a bit: blonde hair and blue eyes with long lashes, and rounded,
impish cheeks.  She lolled on the springy grass, still giggling at her
prank, morning dew slicking her skin to a shine.
   "Ok Lily," Fera laughed, hands upraised.  "You got me.  And just what
kind of monster are you supposed to be?"
   "I uh...I don't know.  A giant!  Or something." Lily hissed playfully
and swatted the air.  She didn't really know any more about monsters than
the other Felis did, which was essentially nothing at all.
   "Scary.  You're awful small for a giant though." Fera eyeballed the girl
wickedly.  "You know I heard that sometimes monsters...bite...BACK!"
   The tiny girl shrieked with laughter when Fera pounced on her.  The two
girls wrestled playfully on the grass, Lily wiggling like an eel and doing
her best to worm out of Fera's grip.  She almost succeeded, her skin
becoming slick with dew, but Fera managed a solid grab on her shawl.  The
loose cotton garment hanging from the tiny girl's shoulders was the barest
concession to the morning chill.  It was a cheery shade of red, edges
stitched with a fringe of white threads, but it did little to cover the
girl, who was otherwise bare from the waist up.  Felis eschewed heavy
clothing.  Their fur usually kept them warm enough.  Fera got her arms
wrapped around the struggling girl and hugged her tight as she sat up on
the grass.
   "Ok ok!" Lily hollered, finally giving in.  She rested back against
Fera's stomach in surrender, ears twitching.  "You got me Fera."
   "I sure did," Fera purred, stroking the girl's braided hair.  Lily's
auburn and white fur matched her mother's coloring.  The little girl rested
in Fera's arms, breathing heavily with her shawl bunched up around her
shoulders, and Fera felt the light brush of a pair of tiny nipples on her
wrists.
   "You were gone for a whole year Fera." Lily twisted her head around to
look up at her.  "I missed you so much, but you're finally back now.  Juna
came back this summer too.  Her belly was soooo big.  Hey aren't you going
to have a baby now too?" The girl twisted and eyed Fera's belly with
curiosity.  "Oh, did you already have her?"
   "Yeah I did sweetie." Fera wondered why she hadn't thought of her belly
earlier.  Everyone knew she had been pregnant coming in.  Everyone would
know about her birth as soon as they saw her.
   "Ohhhhhh can I see her?!" Lily arched her back demandingly, looking up
at Fera with a pleading expression.  Fera couldn't help but laugh.  Lily
was so sweet, such a tender little morsel.
   "Of course.  She's uh...back at my house.  Let's go."
   Fera followed the skipping girl as they headed back up the path to her
house.  Thirst was drying out her lips, and she kept licking them
compulsively, watching the young catgirl bounce along with seemingly
endless energy.  Lily had a lithe, supple body.  Young Felis tended towards
slender figures.  The short skirt of pleated leather bounced on her plump
little bottom, cloth divided in the back but tied around the feisty,
twitching tail.  Fera could already imagine the fleshy tentacles coiling
around the little legs, squirming up her flat breasts, finding the moist,
tender holes of the little girl.  The fresh juices from her virgin pussy
would provide ample nourishment, and the 6-year-old body would be a
delicious treat.  Only the best for her little boy.
   "I'll bet she has brown fur!  Right Fera?" Lily bounced up and down on
her toes.  Fera opened the door and the little girl dashed inside, hopping
gayly.  "No wait, black!  Is it black fur Fera?" The little girl bubbled
exuberantly as Fera led her to the open hatch.
   "It's not black or brown, but he has all kinds of delightful colors." A
thrill of anticipation swirled in Fera's gut as she placed both hands on
Lily's shoulders.  The little girl looked down at the dark hole under the
house, then up at her in confusion, seeing the fervent hunger filling
Fera's smile.
   With a quick shove, Fera pushed the tiny girl into the open hatch.  Lily
hollered as she fell, then landed with a thump on the bed of tangled roots
several feet down.
   "Fera?!" Lily pushed herself up onto her hands and knees, crying, ears
flattened and tail curled around her legs.  "Fera?  What?" She looked up, a
pitiful, vulnerable form with a tiny streak of blood on her lip.  Her shawl
was askew, leaving the 6-year-old's chest bare.  The roots weren't far down
- Lily might have been able to jump to get out, but Fera knew that the girl
would never escape her baby.
   "What did I do Fera?!" The tiny girl cried pitifully, hiccuping.  Fera's
pussy was dripping, already imaginging the the thrilling feeling of the
tiny girl's tight cunt being plundered.  A tentacle slithered slowly up
from the network of roots like a snake, blending in with the vegetation,
looking like an innocent vine of vegetation, and coiled ever so delicately
around the little girl's ankle.  Lily looked down in confusion when it
cinched tight, and Fera had only a moment to enjoy the shock and fear on
the little girl's face before the tentacle yanked her off her feet and
pulled her down into the roots screaming.
   Fera dropped to her knees, a rush of excitement flooding her veins.  She
felt her baby reaching out, finding the tender morsel left for him and
grabbing it ruthlessly.  Lily screamed and struggled deep in the pit,
trying to wiggle away from the rushing tentacles even as they coiled around
her wrists and ankles and cinched them tight behind her.  The mass writhed
over her skin and dragged the tiny body deeper into the maze of roots.
   Fera felt every pinch, every squeeze, every grab of the girl's tight
little body in her head.  Fleshy limbs pulled Lily's shawl up and then
ripped it apart to reveal her naked chest while others dug up eagerly under
the short skirt, finding and probing the delicate, prepubescent cleft and
the fearful clenching hole between her buttcheeks.  In seconds, the horny
mass of tentacles had located every moist, twitching hole on the 6-year-old
and as one they all thrust eagerly inside.
   Raw pleasure coursed through Fera's nervous system.  Her baby boy's
first rape!  She was so proud.  And with such a cute, fuckable little girl
too.  She felt every sensation of the tender figure struggling in the
darkness, sweating and yelling as tentacles pushed into her tiny pussy and
jammed themselves into her asshole and finally squirming into her throat,
dulling the screams to a frantic moaning.  Brief resistance barred the way
just inside the hairless lips, but with a solid thrust they were through.
Lily kicked wildly and arched her back as her virginity was ripped away.
   "Oh my baby!" Fera shuddered, fingers digging under her dress and
frigging wildly at her cunt.  "Oh my sweet baby." She felt the invading
limbs turn the girl over in midair and begin a pounding tempo into the
sucking warmth of her terrified body.  Lily struggled madly and then moaned
in surprise around the fuckmeat in her mouth when the first waves of
pleasure flooded up from her pussy.  The little catgirl's first
introduction to sex was the squirming mass of gooey flesh that nearly
encased her tiny body, coiling around her tail and thighs, tips brushing
her nipples and diving into the sweet clefts between her legs, bringing a
flash flood of powerful new feelings to the 6-year-old body.  She had no
defense, physically or mentally.  The helpless child writhed through
mounting waves of adrenaline-soaked pleasure as the new fuck slave of her
ravenous master, scanty clothing ripped away and shredded as quickly as her
virginity, innocence pounded to pieces under throbbing cocklike tentacles
that oozed excited sludge from the tips and left runners of gooey mucus on
the her smooth skin.  The first reluctant orgasm erupted quickly from the
tempest of the girl's fear and excitement, washing over Lily and
communicated to the baby Venoma and his mother through the drumbeat of
spasming pussy muscles.  Fera felt it in her cunt, felt her boy swelling up
with pleasure inside and shooting a geyser of dark cum up into the tight
pussy, felt her own climax rocketing to the heights on the backs of both
before the shared detonations rocked her brain with red ecstasy.
   Through the storm, she felt herself writhing on the floor, felt her
tentacles slamming home and pouring ejaculate into her newest fucktoy, felt
her virgin body stricken with the first orgasm of her young life.  The
crescendo of energy hummed a primal circuit through all 3 - both catgirls
connected to and sharing the hungry pleasure of their monstrous lover.  Her
baby had only the bare brown tentacles of a newborn to complement his main
cock, but their ends were already bursting into sprouts of blue tendrils,
worming their way into the flesh of Lily's back and the soft flesh of her
pussy and throat, nerve-ends crackling with the trio's shared pleasure. 
Through her racing orgasm Fera rejoiced at her growing family.  Lily had
always been close to her, almost like a daughter, following her around and
delighting Fera with her antics as a kitten.  Now their bodies shared the
most intimate of familial connections, subservient little cum sluts to be
raped by their master whenever he pleased.
   The sucking quicksand of her orgasm finally dwindled and ebbed away. 
her baby felt much better, his body sucking on the gushing nectar from the
6-year-old catgirl's warm pussy.  Lily howled with euphoria in the brief
moments between the tentacles taking turns in her mouth, the faint cries
barely working their way up out of the pit.  It was enough for now, but
still too little.  Her baby would need more, more juice than the body of
the tiny 6-year-old she had brought could provide, and Fera knew just where
to get it.
   She hurried away from the house before the orgasmic storm swept her up
again.  Wild daisies line grew along the dirt path.  Fera hurried along it,
following the curving lip down towards the clearing until she reached a
small flagstone path that led to the door of a simple 2-bedroom cottage. 
Smoke drifted from a chimney poking up through the thatched roof.
   "Fera!" Milla's tail twitched with delight when she saw the guest at her
door.  She rubbed the dough from her hands onto her apron before wrapping
the girl in a tight hug.
   "I heard you had come back in a couple days ago.  We missed you so much!
We planned to visit you today, you know." She pulled back, smiling happily,
then eyed Fera's stomach with a gasp.
   "Did you have your baby already sweetie?  So soon?  You look a bit
stiff. Are you sure you want to be wandering about?"
   "It was yesterday.  Yes, I'm a bit sore, but I'm fine.  Serana cleared
me." Fera faked her most friendly smile.  "Do you want to come see?"
   "Of course!  Of course." Milla shucked her apron.  She was wearing a
plain skirt and a loose gray shirt, low on the sides, that showed off her
ample breasts.  Fera had never admitted it to her, but she slightly envied
the woman.  At 20, Milla had a pair of breasts and a killer body that any
human man would have died for.  Fera always felt just a little bit
inadequate around those luscious bosoms.
   "Just let me call Lily.  She's around her somewhere." Milla made ready
to holler for her daughter.
   "No no.  She's already met-uh, they're already acquainted." Fera hoped
her smile didn't seem too ghastly.  Faint echoes of the girl's pounding
glee resounded in the back of her head.
   "Oh, how wonderful!." Milla pulled the door closed behind her and
followed Fera back up the path.  "I'll bet your daughter is so adorable
Fera.  Did you decide what to name her yet?  I've always been fond of
Milly. It was my mother's name.  Your kitten has black fur, doesn't she? 
I'll bet my best cookpot on it.  You patched whites always have dark
children.  Never fails." The woman nattered on idly as they worked their
way along the path.
   "Oh I'll bet she's just the CUTEST thing!" Milly squealed, bouncing on
her toes as she followed.  "You should have seen Lily when she was born,
Fera.  All wet and pink and squalling like a demon child.  But she's always
had more energy than she knew what to do with-"
   Milla halted in confusion when Fera stopped at the pit.

   "Oh, did you turn this into a nursery?  I suppose that would do." She
took a step inside.  "Fera?  It's dark in here."
   Milla peered into the gloom.  A palpable wave of horror shook her body,
tail bristling and ears furled as she took a step back.  There was her
daughter, held aloft in the gloom by a bristling mass of vine-like
tentacles, clothing hanging in tattered pieces, thrusting rods of engorged
meat fucking the tiny naked girl in every warm hole she had.  Lily's eyes
bulged with tears as she tried to cry out around the squirming brown mass
buried in her throat.  The tip of a brown tentacle curling on her neck
chose that moment to climax, shooting a fresh spurt of gleaming dark fluid
across the girl's face.
   Milla turned around, hissing, just in time to catch Fera's shoulder in
her chest.  She tumbled backwards, and a pair of whiplike tentacles shot
out and curled around her throat.  Slapping at them and screaming, her body
was yanked backwards and she hit the floor.
   It was raw pleasure, distilled in an elixir that rushed through Fera's
veins, swirling in eddies of ecstasy in her trembling muscles.  Her baby's
passion burned with hungry heat in her belly as his limbs sought out and
coiled around the vulnerable parts of the woman's body.  Her hands tugged
at her throat, and he swarmed her wrist.  An arm was jerked behind her as
she struggled on the floor, but she kicked wildly, and a brief squall of
pain echoed in Fera's head.  Mila was too big.  She rolled over and had
almost wrestled her way to her feet before the slackened limbs tightened
around her thighs and yanked with all her might.  Ripping sounds joined the
catgirl's shrieking cries as her top was torn to bits, but she contorted
herself through the struggling limbs and rolled to the side.
   Fera pounced.  Her baby boy needed just a little bit of help.  His
newborn tentacles were just a bit too small and fragile for the warm
fuckmeat she had given him.  Mila cried in horror when Fera's body slammed
her back to the floor.
   "FERA!" Her eyes rolled in terror.  "Gods above, why?!" The coiling mass
closed tight, cinching a solid hold on her arms.  "It's a monst-" Her
scream was muffled by the sudden invasion of a trio of hunting tentacles
worming into her mouth.  Their gleeful coiling was visible through the
strained puff of her cheeks.
   "Just lie back," Fera panted as she lay on top of the struggling woman.
"Let him do what he needs." Pleasure blossomed in her pussy.  Fera grabbed
Mila's forearms and leaned her weight on them to press them to the floor.
Mila's tits rubbed her chest, soft and delicious, tentacles curling around
them and squeezing with delight.  Liquid heat trickled from her crotch and
she pressed down, feeling the warm shiver of Mila's cunt rubbing against
hers.  The tentacles had made short work of the skirt.  After ripping it to
to tattered ribbons they dove for the pair of moist tunnels beneath and
burrowed ravenously inside to suck up the juices.
   Fera held the woman down until the first powerful climax roared into her
brain like a hurricane, Mila cumming underneath her from the ruthless
cadence of pounding tentacles in her crotch and anus and mouth.  Her baby
knew how to make a woman cum, and he kept up the pace on the captive little
6-year-old at the same time, her naked body twitching in his grip, eyes
wide as she watched her mother fucked to screaming orgasm in front of her.
Every struggle just urged the constricting tentacles to curl more tightly
around her, made the thine blue tendrils at the back of her neck worm just
a little bit deeper, carrying the beat of pulsing orgasm from mother to
daughter until both shuddered in shared climax as the engorged rods of
flesh thrusting inside finally erupted into geysers of dark fluid.  Fera
was carried along like a leaf over a waterfall, feeling her baby's pleasure
mixing with her own through their bond, feeling the shuddering terror
forced to ecstasy in his two little fucktoys as they were filled with
monster cum.  The shock overwhelmed her system and she screamed along with
them.  A tentacle coiled around her neck and tightened, stealing her
breath, then others slithered around her legs and darted into her pussy,
wiggled past her sphincter, shoved into her throat.  Every tentacle found a
hole as the violent storm rocked all three of the catgirls through the
cresting waves of the most primal pleasure they had ever felt.
   Juices slathered her baby's flesh, sweet nectar ripped from the bodies
of her baby's two captive catgirls and his own mother.  It was almost
enough.  The thirst was almost quenched.  He was growing so fast.  She
purred as the euphoria melted away.  A red tentacle had emerged from the
crevice in the soil, then a white one, dripping with ivory fluids.  He
would have more as he grew, enough to take as many girls as he wanted, to
treat their bodies with pleasure and gushing plant cum until they were
mature enough to be planted with his seed.  The new arrivals were already
finding their home in the sopping holes of both moaning catgirls.
   Reality slipped by in a haze as she got up and went to wash.  The
beating heart of her baby's growing life was a warm sensation in the back
of her head, accompanied by the slippery pounding of the two Felis as he
fucked them through orgasm after orgasm, cumming in them and drinking their
juices in turn.  He was growing bigger.  The satiation of his appetite was
a warm hum in her head as she washed the sweat and pussy juice and streaks
of dark semen off her legs, then changed her clcothes.  What a beautiful
day.  The sun had risen in the sky and dispelled the fog of the valley as
she shut the front door and set off.
   Caila was closest.  The bubbly 14-year-old embraced Fera with a hug when
she showed up at her door, then followed eagerly at the invitation to see
her child.  Her orange tail and ears twitched excitedly, then stiffened in
confusion when Fera led her to the open hatch.  Fera pushed her off balance
and hoisted her skirt from behind to upend the girl into the pit.  Another
snack for her baby.  Caila had only a moment to cry out in the darkness
before a mass of squirming tentacles snaked themselves all over her body
and pulled tight.  The orgasm burned raw in her head and she swooned
briefly against the frame of the door as she left her house.  Each girl
added to the pleasure.  She felt every squeeze as the 14-year-old catgirl's
skirt and blouse were torn asunder and her twitching holes were stuffed
full of fuckmeat.
   Caila's sister was a year older, but just as easy.  Camma screamed when
she saw her sister's naked body in the darkness in front of her, but in an
instant her baby had grabbed her and was raping her right alongside her
sister.  He had so many tentacles now, dozens, and she knew the flowing
juices from each fresh cunt were stimulating his body, causing him to grow
more appendages: red, green, orange - all that he needed to prepare and
plant his seed in all the girls in his grasp.
   Jasna, Noko, Buxy, she found them each working in the village garden. 
She could barely keep her limbs from shaking as she led them up the path.
The burning glow of pleasure thrummed in her veins, intensifying to climax
when she led them inside to the hatch and half a dozen tentacles suddenly
swarmed out of the void and yanked them all inside.  He filled the space
below now, a writhing mass of pleasure-giving phalluses pounding away at
his mates.
   Fera remembered everything Jacqueline had told her, everything she had
seen on the pages of the Monstrum Factorum.  Fiat Violatum.  The meaning of
the ancient words had long passed from this world, but now she knew their
truth.  The promise had been written on every page: every sweet, tender
little human girl taken, her clothing rippd off and her body ravaged by
bulging monster cocks of every shape and size.  Fera found Una playing in
the village, and the little 8-year-old's black fur had only one moment to
bristle in terror before the tentacles coiled around her neck and yanked
her down to the orgy of violent rape.
   Had it been that way for the humans who were taken?  Fera could imagine
it: a little girl of 8, walking home through the fields on a summer day,
arms full of freshly-picked wildflowers and humming happily right up to the
moment a Centaurum net was dropped over her.  Dress ripped off and bulging
horse cocks stuffed in every hole, cum spewing inside her body until her
throat overflowed and her belly bulged with raw horse semen.  Fera knew now
how she had ended up as a spit-roated little fuckslut lashed to a pole in a
Centaurum camp.
   And Parah, taken from her home by the beastly Minotaurum - probably
writhing in the mud of a slave pen right now with her tight little cunt
stuffed with throbbing bullcock bigger than her arms, shrieking with
orgasmic pleasure, her pregnant belly swaying back and forth with each
thrust.  Lucky girl.
   The twins were next.  Kitta and Katti were overjoyed to see Fera again
and eagerly came to see her baby.  Brown tentacles leaped out of the pit
and snatched them together.  Fera had never liked them much, but the
intense shiver in her muscles as their bodies were trussed and stripped and
violated by her baby boy brought her to her knees.  Her own pussy juice
streamed down her legs.  She wanted to throw herself down there, to be
grabbed and fucked and raped senseless by her baby, but she still had more
work to do.
   Shanda was teaching her class of girls by the pond.  They were all too
eager to come.  As they walked up the path, Shanda explained to the three
girls that it would be a good lesson to see a newborn kitten.  Their
surprise was total when a handful of sludge-covered brown tentacles
suddenly snaked out and snatched them.  Fera slammed the door to the house
and stood with her back to it to keep the other kids from escaping.  They
screamed and stumbled backwards, but there was nowhere to go, and in no
time all four had been taken.  Their terror and mounting lust coursed
through her veins, woven with her baby's pleasure as he enjoyed his new
treats.
   How many little human girls were out there right now, thrasing with
bliss on the business ends of virile monster cocks, just as the girls of
her village were?  The spider-like Arachma, spinning webs in the depths and
dragging girls in to fill them with eggs.  The brutish Org, using their
legendary stamina to fuck every pretty little pussy of the girls they took
around the clock until the bulge of Org babies could be seen in their
bellies.  Giant vultures, snatching girls for their nests.  The giant
beetles called Crithma, impregnating the naked, squirming bodies of little
girls with their spawn.  Squicks.  Crags.  Even demonic fields.  The pages
of the Factorum had seemed endless.
   Just a few left now.  The pleasure of the ongoing rape of all the girls
beneath her house boiled in the back of Fera's brain, but she managed to
compose herself.  Warm rays beamed through the treetops from the afternoon
sun, and Fera was surprised when she saw the remaining Felis already coming
up the path to her house.
   "Hi Pamona." Fera tried to silence the ecstatic twitching of her muscles
as she gave the girl what she hoped was a friendly grin.  Pamona was the
village scout, the closest thing the village had to a guard, and she was
armed.
   "Fera." Pamona's chestnut-colored ears flattened slightly as she
regarded Fera.  "Are you...alright?  Something odd is happening."
   Fera eyed the dagger in its sheath.  Pamona knew how to fight, certainly
more than Fera did, and she could use her blade or the bow on her back with
expert skill.  The other two Felis, Semma and Ciffa, looked around warily,
holding quarterstaves.
   "Odd?" Fera's smile dripped with innocence.  "What do you mean?"
   "I mean there's nobody down on the village green.  You're the first
person we've found." The wariness was evident in Pamona's voice.  "Semma
saw Shanda coming up here with her girls, but they never came back down. 
That was two hours ago, and we haven't seen anyone since.  Even Buxy is
missing, and she practically never leaves the garden.  Have you seen any of
them?"
   Pamona had never liked her, Fera knew.  She used to pull Fera's tail and
tease her when they had been kittens.  Fera struggled to keep up her smile.
   "Oh!" Semma, the calico-colored Felis on Pamona's right, suddenly
noticed Fera's deflated appearance.  "You had your kitten!"
   "Yes," Fera nodded.  "Shanda came to see her.  I had her yesterday. 
Want to take a look?"
   Pamona's eyes narrowed to slits, and for a moment Fera was certain she
was going to draw her dagger, but Ciffa interjected.
   "That's wonderful Fera!  You were so BIG when I found you.  And you
never told me what happened to your clothes anyway.  Was it an easy birth?
You looked like you had enough space for triplets but maybe it was just a
big girl." Ciffa tittered good-naturedly and Pamona seemed to relax
slightly.  Ciffa had always been the most cheerful girl in the village.
   "Come see!" Fera waved the girls on and led them up the path.  These
were the last.  Most of her village was already writhing in her baby's
grasp.  Fera could feel her connection to every one through the magical
fibers of his body.  Even the ones who still struggled were beginning to
enjoy the rape.
   All of Fera's senses were on high alert when they reached her house. 
She opened the door and led them in, noting how their noses wrinkled
slightly.
   "It smells funny in here.  Fera?  Where's your kitten?" Ciffa was
looking around as Pamona fingered her dagger.  "In the bedroom?"
   Three adult Felis.  They could overpower her, if they saw it coming. 
She'd get one chance.  A brown, leafy vine had crawled up the side of her
kitchen, and she noted more near the wall of the little bedroom.  They
blended into the wood.  She could feel the grainy texture, as if they were
extensions of herself.
   "Yeah." Fera put a friendly arm on the girl's shoulders and led her to
the doorway of the bedroom.  "In here."
   Fera looked over to see Pamona walking over and glancing into the
doorway of the open hatch.  An eternity passed, captured in the smallest
instant of time.  Hissing, Pamona whirled and drew her dagger, her eyes
drawn to hostile slits.  Fera shoved Ciffa with all her might into the
bedroom, and slammed the door shut behind her.
   Twin screams erupted in the house.  Ciffa's was cut short by a loud
thump from the bedroom, and Fera knew the vines that extended throughout
the house had reached out like lightning to snare her wrists and tighten
around her throat.  Semma ran for the front door shrieking.  Fera pounced,
and tackled the girl in the side.
   "Fera!" Semma's voice was threaded with wild panic.  "What the fuck?! 
Let me go!"
   Fera turned just in time to see the slashing blade, and ducked.  Pamona
hissed angrily and slashed again, catching Fera in the shoulder as she
rolled away.  Fera screamed.
   The house seemed to come alive.  Brown vines nestled in the woodwork and
tucked under furniture struck like a nest of snakes.  Semma got to her feet
and tugged at the door, but it wouldn't budge.  The knob was held tight by
vines on the outside.  Her screams redoubled as the reaching limbs curled
around her ankles and yanked, slamming her back to the floor, and a wide
tentacle thrust quickly into her mouth, silencing her cries.
   He was ANGRY!  She could feel the rage coursing in her blood.  Someone
was hurting Mommy!  Fera ducked and rolled, narrowly avoiding another cut.
Pamona was quicker though.  She pivoted on her backswing and leaped at
Fera, and the girls crashed onto the table, sending the vase flying to
shatter against the wall.
   "I knew it!" Pamona's eyes were crazed as she slashed again.  Fera felt
a pain in her hip.  "I knew you were hiding something!  What did you do
Fera?!"
   The wild catwoman kicked herself to a steady position and raised her
dagger for a stab.  Fera had nowhere left to go.  Suddenly, a pair of brown
tentacles darted out and seized Pamona's wrist.
   "Ahhh!" Pamona's arm was locked, but she reached out with her other and
managed to seize the dagger from her restricted hand, then slashed blindly,
carving a gash on a reaching tentacle from which clear fluid spurted.
   HER BABY!  An all-encompassing rage drove Fera into a frenzy.  NOBODY
hurt her baby!  Heedless of the blade, she leaped at the woman, screaming.
Straddling her chest, her hands found Pamona's neck and she squeezed,
ignoring the woman's slapping motions against her face.  More tentacles
snaked out and coiled around Pamona's wrists, pulling her arms down snug
against her sides.  Fera saw red.  How DARE this bitch touch her baby boy!
Pamona gasped and choked as Fera's fingers tightened around her windpipe.
From behind her, she heard a pounding noise crossing the floor as Semma was
dragged across it and into the pit.  She kept squeezing, driven by rage.
   It wasn't until a tentacle reached up to brush Fera's cheek that she
finally let up.  He wasn't hurt badly.  The slash would heal.  Pamona's
chest heaved and she coughed violently as her throat opened.
   "FUCK her," Fera mumbled, stumbling back onto her butt, panting with
extertion.  "Fuck her, baby boy.  Pound this little bitch's pussy until she
screams."
   The tentacles began to drag Pamona across the floor, her hands reaching
out to try to stop, eyes rolling with fear.  She heaved and coughed and
writhed, and the tentacles tightened their grip and gave a final yank.  Her
limp tail trailing behind her was the last Fera saw of Pamona as she was
pulled into the hatch.
   Dizzily, Fera got up.  Beneath the house, searching tentacles had ripped
Semma's dress off and stuffed her pussy and mouth, and more were doing the
same to Pamona right now.  She could feel their horror, feel her baby's
pleasure as he stuffed himself into their tight little holes.  She opened
the bedroom door and saw Ciffa struggling on the floor against the grip of
4 more brown tentacles.
   "Fera!" Ciffa shrieked.  "Why-" her cries were cut off as her wrists and
ankles were finally cinched tight and drawn behind her, freeing up a
squirming limb to circle her neck and then dart into her mouth.
   "Shhhhhh, it's ok.  It's my baby.  You'll learn to love him." Ciffa
shrunk with fear before Fera's smile.  She WOULD learn to love it.  They
all would, even Pamona.  Their mouths would be filled with the wiggling
phallus-ends of her baby's tentacles, spewing dark, syrupy semen that
tingled on the tongue and filled their bellies.  Their pussies would be
stuffed tight with rapturous fuckmeat, and their assholes would be spread
wide open by the engorged orange tentacles that would twist through their
insides.  They would be raped ceasefully, driven to the height of reluctant
bliss until the climax so intimately shared through the connections of blue
tendrils became the totality of their existence.  Fera watched with glee as
Ciffa was dragged across the floor and into the hatch.
   "Momma's here baby." She stood above the hatch, gazing down at the
writhing tentacles and the white patches where fur and naked girlflesh
could be seen through the squirming mass.  Such a handsome boy.  So virile
and potent.  She was a good mother - she had given him everything he
needed. Nothing would threaten him out here, and now he could grow huge. 
Maybe more Felis would come to visit, and fall into his grasp, joining
their shared orgy.  Maybe mages would come, if they heard there were
monsters.  The thought filled her with fear, but she knew her baby was
strong and could deal with them, and they'd just be so many more little
pussies for him to drink from.
   She had found the baby she had always wanted, and from a place she had
never expected.  Jacqueline was a willing bitch in heat by now, sucking and
fucking the veiny red organs of her Rapewolf masters.  Fera knew she would
feel the same now, would know the liberating bliss of her sexual
subjugation.  Maybe she was already pregnant with a litter of little
Rapepups.  She'd be a proud mother, a good mother just like Fera.
   All those poor little mages in their scanty clothing, juicy little rape
morsels for the monsters they were supposed to fight.  Did they even
realize?  Fera watched the violation of her friends eagerly, frigging her
cunt with feverish glee.  The seed her baby was giving them would grow in
their bellies, spreading its rapacious gift to all the Felis until every
woman and child had a pounding cock in their cunt and a Venoma baby growing
in their belly.
   Tentacles slithered up around her legs and thighs, coiled around her
hips, grasped her chest and squeezed.  Her baby loved the sweet feeling of
his mommy's tender 12-year-old body.  Had she ever been frightened of
monsters?  Once, perhaps.  The thought of nightmare creatures rampaging
through her village had filled her with dread, but that was before her
awakening.  She knew her place now: just a little fuckslut to be stuffed
with monstrous cock as she wiggled and shrieked through orgasm after
orgasm, her body a receptable for the vile semen spewed inside her.  All
these Felis, all these tight little pussies, they were so lucky.  They'd be
prepared, just as she had been, until their wombs changed under the
ministrations of his dark fluids, transformed to hold his seed.  Their
bellies would swell up with Venoma babies, and they would love every second
of it.
   ~*~
   Epilogue
   The orgasmic wave receded slowly, the hazy murmur coating her brain
gradually ebbing into a warm background.  Her baby hadn't needed weeks. 
Mommy's womb was already ready to take his cum and have his children.  Her
belly was already swelling with a distinct bump.
   Groaning, Fera forced her aching muscles to action and rolled over on
the floor.  She was in her own house.  Dried crusts of dark semen coated
her lips and genitals, and the rest of her naked body was host to layers of
splattered fluids: brown tentacle sludge, her own aroused fluids, all the
varied kinds of semen of her baby, dripping out of the cunts and mouths and
anuses of her fellow Felis as they were raped around her over the course of
weeks.  Her fur was a gooey mess of snarls.
   Gingerly, she put a hand to her stomach and felt the warm life inside.
Her baby had given her a baby.  The hatch still lay open in front of her,
girlish sounds of grunting and moaning coming from the depths.  But she
knew: it was time to go.  Every baby boy eventually grew up and had to
strike out on his own.  And as much as she wanted to go back down and keep
making love to him, keep servicing him with her body and letting him fuck
her and drink the little girl juices from her body, she knew she had to
find a home for her new baby too.  She reached down to feel her aching
pussy and found the plug of hard resin that sealed her womb up tight.  He
was planted firmly inside, safe in the depths of her body.
   Spurred by a vague sense of restlessness, Fera grabbed a spare dress and
then left her house to go wash in the pool in the center of the village. 
Summer was in full swing, and the Felis houses were already starting to
become overgrown, weeds and bushes encroaching on the walls.  The Felis of
this village didn't need them anymore.  They had found a new home, new
lives cycling from climax to climax on the thrusting ends of her baby boy's
tentacles.
   Fera scrubbed the accumulated passion from her body, then groomed her
fur and donned her dress.  There were more Felis villages.  The nearest was
in a forest past the long ridgeline that stretched west from the mountain
overlooking her own village.  Maybe a three-day walk.  Tiring, traversing
the mountain path, but she had done it before.
   Feeling invigorated, Fera set out.  Her baby would give babies to all
the other Felis girls here, making them all proud mothers.  Maybe they'd
end up in other villages, or head to human lands.  Anywhere they needed to
find little girl pussy to feed their beloved children.  Felis wouldn't have
to go out and deal with human mating anymore.  They could spread the
pollination out to all the other catgirls, impregnating them with the
Venoma seed and giving them new lives of happy ecstasy.  The humans had all
seemed scared of monsters, but a monster was a pounding
   Growing hunger inside, she knows she needs to go, to bring her new baby
to the village. Other girls pregnant now, converted, ready to go out to
other villages, have their own sons Her baby could give babies to all the
other Felis girls.  They wouldn't have to go out and deal with the humans
anymore.  They could spread the pollination to all the other little
catgirls until... She so happy for them They all very happy, ecstatic with
their new, joyful lives. Hard to leave her old baby, but every good boy
eventually grows up, needs to be let go.  She gives him farewell kiss/fuck.
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Monstrum - Pollination