Revelation
#3 of Lusts of Faerun
"Mommy!? What the fuck!? How are you his mommy," Xizim asked incredulously, staring hungrily at the brown breeches around Prathem's waist. She usually didn't like anthro-people, but this guy was just... Grr! He was like a crepe in a sea of flapjacks.
"Um, Xizim? I'm over here," she replied, "And stop staring or you'll burn a hole in them."
'Oh, if only,' she thought. The snake-girl reluctantly tore her gaze away from the eye candy who had just decimated an elite Drow hunting party. She instead turned her gaze to the end of her tail; a pair of rocks had gotten painfully lodged under the scales on either side, locking her in place. She reached to her hip and drew a small obsidian dagger, then reached to the end of her tail and cut the scales, wincing slightly as she took a bit of the skin underneath with them.
She crawled away from the stones and flexed her arms backwards, causing her shirt to tighten noticeably across her ample breasts. She closed her eyes as her shoulders popped. When she opened them she was looking into a pair of brilliant baby blue orbs with vertical pupils.
"Um... Hi," she said uncertainly.
"Hi," came the simple response.
The stared at each other for some time, Tespal watching with a curious grin on her face, before he looked down-straight into her shirt. This caused her to blush deeply. Even if she did believe in living life to it's fullest (and if that involved fucking whatever moved, so be it), she was rather modest when it came to her appearance, and to have this pale-furred fire ball staring at her tits...
That color does raise questions, though. He had pale, almost white fur with a dark, nearly black mane. This was certainly not reminiscent of a lion, not even an albino. She would have to question Tessy thoroughly about this.
"Um, can I help you?"
"I don't know," he answered with a child-like sincerity as he looked back at her eyes, "But you're pretty."
She grinned slightly.
"You look pretty tasty yourself," she said, flicking out her forked tongue to lick at the lion's nose. This made him blush, turning his white cheeks a brilliant pink.
"Um...Thank you," he said, before running behind Tessy to hide...or at least, to try to hide; he was twice her size, easily.
"Sorry," she apologized, "He's a little shy."
The Drow's voice had an opposite effect on Xizim, causing her to frown deeply.
"Tessy," she said, "We have to talk."
The Drow turned her head to look at the cat behind her.
"Sweetie, mommy has to go talk to Miss Xizim," she said gently, "Could you put some of this stuff back in the wagon? Mommy will fix the wheel when we get back, ok?"
He frowned for a moment, deep in thought.
"Ok, but only if we get to play later."
"Well, of course we'll play. Would it be alright if Miss Xizim came with us?"
He looked the Yuan-Ti over for a moment, his eyes hanging on her breasts and the base of her tail.
"Ok, she can come. But she has to know the rules first."
And he turned and, with one hand, lifted a crate the size of a grown human under his arm, carrying it over to the wagon and hefting it in the back. He proceeded to do that with the other boxes, boxes that had taken both the women together to lift.
Tessy walked over to the young snake, placing her hands on her hips in front of her.
"What is it?"
Xizim looked to the lion, Prathem, then bask to Tespal.
"Lets walk," she said, "...And slither."
After getting about 10 yards away from the wagon and the tattered corpses of their pursuers, Xizim motioned to sit, coiling her tail under her as a stool. The Drow sat on a broken stalagmite.
"So," she said cheerfully, "What did you want to talk about?"
"You know what. Him. What is he, where'd he come from?"
The smile on Tessy's face drooped slightly.
"Well," she said, "When a male anthro and a female anthro get really horny..."
"Don't play cute!" she shouted, lashing her tail hard enough to leave a deep furrow into the ground, "You made him, didn't you? Is he a clone? Or is he something else? And what did he mean by 'Mommy' and 'Play'?"
Tessy frowned.
"Don't threaten me, snake. I'll gladly answer you. Yes, he is a clone, but a very special one. He was the first successful clone our R&D team developed. We each added a little of our DNA to his genes, which makes me his biological mother, along with 19 other men and women."
"Ok, I get it, but why clone anthros? And why add your own DNA?"
"We added DNA for the same reason an artist signs his name on a painting; to mark him as ours. As for the reason we cloned him in the first place, Master Kree wanted an army of creatures who would willingly put themselves on the front lines. He chose lions because they're naturally aggressive. They're strong enough to break down most enemy vanguards, can use swords along with their own, natural weapons, as you saw with teeth and claws."
"But I thought that project was scrapped when the first one died?"
"I don't know where you get your information, but it's not as current as it could be. Don't you keep tabs on other people?"
"I don't believe in spying."
"Humph. That's not what you said when Master Kree was involved. But in any event, he didn't die, obviously. His brain has a certain...defect. When he isn't berserk or mating he's childlike.
He has to be fed a special potion every day or his brain will shut down completely, which means he's useless for long campaigns.
They were going to put him on guard duty, but he was too aggressive; he killed everything that attacked him, or the people near him, regardless of orders.
They trained him as a body guard, but that flunked out too; he has tendency to wander. He's very curious, you see."
"Ok," she said her curiosity nearly sated, "Then why is he with you? How did you two get together?"
"A bet."
"A bet!? You won him in a bet!?"
"More like he won me."
"What...I don't get it."
"I was the prize. He was playing go fish with an asshole ex-lover of mine..."
"Go fish? You mean poker, right?"
"No, I mean what I said; he doesn't understand the rules to poker. Any way, this ex-lover put me up as the prize. He didn't think he could lose, but it was still stupid; I taught Prathem how to cheat myself."
"So Prathem won and he got you as a prize? What did he do with you?"
"Well, lets just say it's never boring at night..."
"...I don't...Oooh...Yummy. But wait, you just said you're his biological mother. Isn't that a little...weird?"
"Eh, I always did like taboo."
"So, when he said 'play'..."
"He meant fuck your brains out."
"And when you said 'come', c-o-m-e..."
"I meant cum, c-u-m."
"..."
They sat together until the silence became uncomfortable. Then Tessy stood to leave. She walked unusually close to the young Yuan-Ti fem. As she passed, Xizim noticed a strange scent, like burning copper mixed with goldenrod. It was exactly the same scent as the one that a male Yuan-Ti emits when he's ready to mate, and it turned her blood into liquid fire. You see in Yuan-Ties, the male goes into heat, leaving the females as the sexual aggressor. The scent of a Yuan-Ti male in heat was often collected by the male, or his mate, and sold as a powerful aphrodisiac. That Tessy would be wearing it was very odd.
Odder still was the bulge in Tessy's skin tight pants. Xizim's eyes went wide; if that was what it looked like it was huge. It would also make Tessy a hermaphrodite. And it would explain the open ended, tube like toys in Tessy's oaken chest. This caused Xizim to sweat profusely, the small, tight pussy at the base of her tale becoming slightly wet. She had only been with a herm once, and that was for a private showing in a night club for pay. To have one just for the hell of it would be another matter entirely.
Tessy turned her head, a malicious grin on her face.
"You can try this out later," she said, "Right now there's work to be done."
And she walked away.