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For a village, no matter how small, to achieve a level of peace so great that there was no need for weapons, a government, police or a military would be considered an incredible feat, and if that village were able to stay off of the radar of those who would want to control the world, it was possible that they really would have created a utopia.

It was a shocking concept, but indeed, a small village in the wilderness outside of Makusa was able to achieve exactly that, and for a little over a decade, the village ran with common sense, and good will to fellow creatures as the only real laws. There was no need for any sort of policing, as those who would step out of line were always politely escorted away from the village, and the majority of the residents were small, weak herbivores, with little means of defense in the first place.

Truly, it was a paradise that most people couldn't fathom existing, and those who took up residence within it never wanted things to change.

The planting season was just beginning, as the thaw of spring began. On Mid Isle, there were really only two seasons, and in terms of a full, calendar year, spring was only a passing moment, lasting a week, at best. That made it imperative for the herbivores of the village to plant their crops right away, as missing those first few days of moist, plentiful rainfall meant that the entire season could be ruined, and the people who'd become used to the peaceful surroundings of the village would have to travel to Makusa to try and trade their wares, there.

Makusa carried a terrible reputation for stealing upright animals and forcing them into slavery, however, and even the bravest of carnivorous creatures didn't like to set a paw inside the walls of the city.

"Clouds are gathering heavily in the west. We should probably get everyone into their houses and get the town closed up," suggested one of the farmers, out by the far edges of the fields that surrounded the village. "I don't suppose that we'll be able to get the crops all planted before this rain comes..."

Being a species that was typically a carnivore didn't mean much of anything on Mid Isle. Most people allowed their diets to be dictated by where they lived, and beyond that, what their abilities were. There was no shame in a failed hunter having to resort to farming, or eating vegetables and berries instead of meat.

That was the way of life for Milla and Nikki. The former was a bunny, making her predisposition for farming and eating greens entirely natural. Nikki, on the other hand, was a feline who simply wasn't large or fast enough to take down some of the prey species in the forests around Makusa, and knowing how heavily the areas were populated with other, more dangerous hunters, she opted for a life of peace and tranquility in the villages, instead.

If the village were ever to be exposed, it would likely be catastrophic; there was no system of self-defense, and there was no village champion who would take on the challenge of dealing with a larger creature, or worse still, an advancing militia. Everyone simply got along, and the idea of having to fight, or fighting with anyone else, was downright silly to those who lived there.

"What's the matter? Scared of a little rain?"

Living in a world where certain creatures simply took what they wanted, and lived their lives without regard for the law, there was always an inherent risk, no matter how peaceful your lands might seem. Across the lush jungles of Mid Isle, the lone wolf Varas was a legend, regarded for his incredible strength and sexual appetite.

Closer to the coasts of the continent, he had a worthy rival, and that same beast was staring down over a pair of smaller creatures. His lips were curled up into a terrible smirk at the sight of their trembling bodies, and his wings flew out wide behind him, blocking out what little bit of sunlight was left upon the field.

A small, but rarely timid Siamese, Kitten wasn't afraid to get her paws dirty for the benefit of the village. Her eyes were sometimes bigger than her stomach, however, and her heart was stronger than the muscles it fed, as she gritted her fangs and glared up at the looming creature.

His name was Serathin, and he was gaining a reputation across the western beaches for thinking himself above the law. It was rare that he strayed so far inland, leaving the villagers with no reason to assume that he would come and attack, but there he was, licking his lips and standing tall and proud over his two new targets.

"Get lost, stranger. There's no refuge for your kind here."

Kitten's threat was vicious, but her words bounced off of the thick flesh of the draconic wolf, carrying all of the same danger to Serathin as a calm, cooling breeze. "You don't even know what my kind is, darling," Serathin spoke down to the smaller creature as he leaned over. She was small enough that he could easily have knocked her away with a single flap of one of his wings, but the dark, purple membrane folded onto his back instead, as he looked past the two villagers, toward their small settlement.

It wouldn't take him more than a few minutes to tear the entire place apart and assert himself as the new king, but he wasn't necessarily looking to rule over a bunch of pathetic subjects. He'd only go so far if such an end was to his benefit.

"Y-you're big...and mean," Milla cut in, though her long, tall ears were starting to flop back as her bravery was revealed to be little more than false bravado. "And it l-looks like you... eat people..."

Fangs were already visible, but they glistened at Milla, as if to mock her when Serathin flashed a wide, devious grin. "I eat whatever I feel like, and I'm sorry, but before you even ask, I'm not in the mood to try your produce."

"That's a shame," Kitten replied, as she gave Milla a quick nudge. She was trying to get the bunny to run back to the village so that they could evacuate, but Serathin was watching the pair of females closely, and the long, heavy slack of his tail whipped around the pair, acting as a small, but effective hurdle to deter them from running. "I've been told we have some of the best fruits and veggies in the countryside. We'd be happy to trade with you, if you'll just leave."

"I'm not really interested in trading, either."

There was a familiar glow of gold in the eyes of the hybrid, and Kitten was fearful of their intent. Though she and Milla wore only loincloths and small rags upon their chests to preserve a sense of modesty, Serathin wore nothing whatsoever, and the familiar scent of a lustful male simply poured from the delicate, soft layer of fuzz around his sheath.

Milla was picking up on the same, and she gulped nervously as she tried to fathom how either she or Kitten would even be able to handle such a large male, if that was to be their fate.

"W...what exactly do you want, stranger?" Kitten asked, even if she felt like it was a pointless question. She was only trying to buy time for the others in the village, hoping that they might have taken notice to what was going on just outside of their small, pitiful walls.

Serathin dialed his smirk back just a bit as he crossed his arms over the amethyst fur upon his chest and tickled Milla with the very end of his tail. "I was hoping to sneak a quick meal from this village, but it seems that you don't really feel like offering anyone up as a sacrifice for me...and I don't suppose you've got a supply of meat anywhere, do you?"

Kitten shook her head defiantly as Milla tried to resist, but failed and jumped upright as the sneaky tip of the draconic tail brushed under her loincloth, tickling and stroking her rump all in one move.

"No meat, and no one you're willing to give up...sounds like you've got nothing to offer me, even if I wanted to trade with you!" Serathin insulted his captives as he leaned down a little lower, almost reaching eye-level with the villagers. "Though, I'm a reasonable man. I might spare your pitiful village, if you can come up with a good reason why I should."

Milla and Kitten glanced at each other, knowing that the offer was an empty one. They were out of options, and Serathin was stronger than they could ever hope to be...

...His sense of passion might have been his only weakness, and they had to try to exploit it.

"If you let the rest of them go, you can have us," Milla suggested, finding the last remaining shards of her shattered resolve.

"Have you? The two of you would barely make a meal for me!" Serathin pointed out, but his eyes, arrogant in their gaze, showed a glisten of surprise as he felt Milla pulling the tip of his tail further between her legs.

For the sake of the village that had given her a peaceful place to live, she was willing to do nearly anything. "That's...not quite what I meant," she explained, though she knew the warmth of her sex brushing against his long, thick tail would convey the message far better than her meager words.

Whereas many of the beasts across Mid Isle were willing to trade away their assaults for the so-called spoils of war, Serathin took pride in his ability to resist such urges, though he wasn't above having them in the first place.

In the midst of a dry spell, it was a battle between his stomach and his manhood, and though he was hungry, his manhood was already winning the battle when Kitten walked right up to his thigh. She stood just barely taller than his waist, setting her lips right in line with the very entrance of his sheath, and catching onto Milla's plan, she playfully slurped her tongue against the opening and gazed up at Serathin with the kind of wide, innocent eyes that only a feline could properly muster.

"I suppose there are worse things in the world than l-letting your village off t-the hook," Serathin tried to speak, though his voice struggled to boast when a wealth of pleasure swept across his crotch. Feminine warmth upon his tail was joined by a certain moisture as Milla worked herself up to the task at hand, and she gave Kitten a knowing look as the Siamese feline swirled her tongue around the wide, open sheath, urging the thick, lengthy cock within to make an appearance.

Neither female was of a size that they could properly handle the full flesh of the hybrid, but for the sake of the village, they were going to try, as the tip crept forth and began spitting precum upon Kitten's cheek.

"We're sorry that we can't offer you any food," Milla admitted, as she allowed the juices of her womanhood to soak into the flesh of Serathin's tail, "But I do hope you'll accept us as an...appetizer, if you will?"

The village had no way to defend itself, and Serathin was keeping a watchful eye out, wanting to be sure that there wasn't some kind of a sneak attack waiting in the shadows. His body was more than able to perform under pressure, but when he was able to relax and settle into the act, he found it much more enjoyable.

As far as he could tell, these two might be the biggest threat to his conquest, and he saw them as little more than a pleasurable aside.

"An appetizer, hm? You make yourselves sound so tasty," the hybrid suggested. "Are you the finest cuts that this village has to offer?"

A cunning beast if there ever was one, Serathin was skilled at putting people at ease, despite the domineering appearance that he carried around when he approached. Even Kitten and Milla, despite their nerves when the dragon-wolf approached, were beginning to get into the mood of the moment, thinking that perhaps he was just looking for a little fun after all.

I get to ransack this little village, and I get laid for it? He thought, as his mind betrayed the trust the girls were putting into him. Could be the best day I've had in years!

The grisly creature found his day was only getting better as he felt a gentle nudge against his knee. Kitten was urging him to settle onto his back, and normally, he would have been worried to be in such a compromised position, but against the pair of females beneath him, it was hard to feel threatened.

He was more than happy to slump down to his rump and go flat onto his back as Kitten crawled right up into his lap, and his tail, still being given a sensual ride by Milla, bumped up into her nethers and urged her forward.

"Seems that your body has plenty of ways to show us how eager you are," the bunny murmured through a quiet giggle. She stepped off of the tail and allowed it to roam free again as a few delicate, thin strands of her natural liquids stuck to the flesh of the length and pulled away with it. "And your tail feels awfully nice, but I get the feeling you've got something a little bit better for us..."

Kitten was already sitting with her back to Serathin, her tail lifted up just enough to allow the hybrid to see the curves of her rump, settled against his lower abdomen. "He's been trying to hide it...after all of that big talk, I think he's just a big softie!" she claimed, even as her paws wrapped around something that might argue her statement. "At least, he's soft on the inside. He's pretty damned hard on the outside."

"Don't hog it!" Milla hopped right into Serathin's lap, and the dragon-wolf couldn't wipe the grin from his muzzle as a pair of loincloths went flying. His tail was already soaked with Milla's liquid desire, but now, the same trickling, heated juices were spilling over the top of his sack as the bunny settled in. Her breasts wrapped around the tip of Serathin's member, and her nipples, quickly standing erect, came to brush against Kitten's own as she picked up on the plan and wrapped her arms fully around the girth of the fallen beast.

If we can wipe him out, perhaps there's a chance for us, after all! the feline rationalized. She knew that Milla was following along, and with a wink at her fellow villager, she leaned forth and did all that she could to open her maw wide and take the thick, impressive tip of the hybrid into her throat.

She never even came close, as her eyes squinted tightly shut, and her tongue swirled around as much of the tip as it could reach.

"There's p-plenty to go around, little bunny..." Serathin assured Milla, as she settled in to slurp her tongue along the underside of the massive cock. Her smaller body didn't have a chance to take the hybrid inside, but her folds spread around the base of his member as she bucked her hips gently, and the thick, throbbing vein upon the base filled the tiny gap left by her labia with each and every pulse of his heart.

In the back of her mind, Milla felt the last of her guilt of melting away, carried off by the flow of her feminine juices, right over the base of Serathin's full, swollen orbs.

Kitten kept her eyes mostly lidded over as she bounced and bobbed her head, allowing long, flowing streams of saliva to drip further down on the monster's cock so that her paws could work it into his dry, tired flesh. She could feel just how heavily his member was throbbing against her bare chest, and the impressive volume of precum that spilled over into her modest cleavage filled her with a new-found sense of concern, as she tried to figure out just where she was going to put all of the mess, when the hybrid finally did give in to the attention of his tiny captors.

"F-fuck...there's...a b-bit too much to go around!" Serathin was barely able to muster a warning, though Milla was able to feel a delightful rumbling against her womanhood as his thick, heavy orbs churned with the coming of his climax. Kitten's eyes flew open in shock as she felt the first gush of seed against the roof of her mouth, and she was nearly thrown back to his chest by the force of the blast. She managed to hold on only a few moments longer as she fell flat upon her back, resting on Serathin's abdomen as his cum sprayed up into the air like a geyser, only to come crashing back down onto her bare torso. Her breasts were covered with the thick, slightly sweet mess, and Milla only had time to blink before her long, tall ears were coated with their own helping of the mess, as she tried licking up the wide, trickling river of excess that ran down the underside of the shaft.

Her tongue was immediately painted white as Serathin panted with orgasmic bliss, soaking each of the tiny villagers with a greater helping of seed than either one of them had ever imagined possible. Even as her body was riddled with arousal, trying to match the heavy, rapid throbbing of Serathin's cock, Milla couldn't possibly hope to keep up with the flood of ejaculate, and as she pressed her breasts up to his member once more, the plentiful seed began to pool just below her neck, until she allowed the seal to break, soaking herself with all the remains that Serathin had to offer.

Wearing a bright smile and convincing herself that she'd done the right thing, Kitten didn't mind being covered in the massive helping of cum, or the fact that the falling hybrid destroyed a few crops in the process. She was content to rest against the warmth of his chest and rub her pawtips around the crest of her womanhood, using his seed as a plentiful source of lubricant.

Her contentment was shot, however, as Serathin caught his breath, and grabbed one of the villagers in each of his paws.

"H-hey! What's the big idea?!" she yelled up at him, frustrated that he'd interrupt her in the middle of such a sensual act. "Where do you think you're taking us?"

"To the village, of course."

"But...b-but that wasn't the deal!" Milla protested, as she was pried away from Serathin's cock. "I thought you agreed to leave the others out of this!"

"I don't remember agreeing to anything," Serathin admitted, as he started walking for the center of the village. "Besides...you two said you were just the appetizer, right?"

"..."

"That's what I recall, and now, I'm starving."