Pressure to Marry
(Meta note: While it is not my usual fare, this idea would not leave my head until I wrote it down. I decided that someone out there would enjoy it. For those who don't know, this is a tribe of primitive hyenas part of a much larger universe. At least I made it a writing exercise: it is exactly 1,000 words long.)
Pressure to Marry
Dinhan the shaman was feeling extremly tired, and planned to do nothing more than fall over asleep in his tent when he had finished his evening meal by the fire. When he returned to it, however, there was a visitor waiting inside.
"Dinhan," she said through the darkness, "I have a favor to ask."
He was barely able to see her; she looked quite short, but he could smell she was mature.
"If it is brief, my dear," he yawned.
"I seek your help. I wish to -- ensare Farsein."
"You know that he is a Ga'jan hunter, and will not take a wife," he answered. He failed to mention he knew their swearing off of females was not a vow of celibacy, but a different view of things entirely.
"I know. That is why I need your help. Can you not cast a spell and change him? Or aid me in attracting him? Surely he must have a weakness."
Dinhan was about to dismiss her, when the last idea struck his fancy. He knew what that weakness would be, and suspected he would enjoy exploiting it, if she would stand for it.
"Very well," he answered with a mischevious grin, "fetch him tomorrow when the Ga'jan are hunting, and bring him here. Do not tell him the reason. And make sure you are holding your water, that is important."
"Yes, Dinhan," she replied nervously with a bow, and stepped out.
The next afternoon, when she returned, she was dragging not one male with her, but two: Farsein and another Ga'jan hunter. Based upon the look on their faces and their level of sweat aroma, they were probably not hunting at the time she interrupted them. It was just as Dinhan had hoped.
"What is the meaning of this?" Farsein growled.
"It's quite simple," replied Dinhan. "Tianna wishes to make you her husband."
"What!?" he snarled loudly, "you interrupted my hunting for that!?"
"When you are about to start 'hunting' --" Dinhan snorted dramatically. "-- is the best time to have this explained."
"I will have none of this!" he snapped, and turned to leave.
"Give me just one moment," insisted Dinhan, "and then, if you wish to leave, you may."
Farsein sighed, turned back, rolled his eyes, and stood there. He waited, staring at the tent roof.
"Now, Tianna," Dinhan began, "if you are to attract him, you must learn to mate with him as he would enjoy. Stand right here, facing him."
She did, and Dinhan stood behind her, his head bent just above her shoulders.
"I hope you are prepared for strong sensation," he cautioned.
"Yes," she whined nervously.
"First thing: when two males mate, they know how to stand. For a female, it might be a little difficult to get the stance right, but that is why I told you to hold water." Dinhan licked his index finger and pressed on her tailhole.
She gasped, then groaned and bent forward. At the sound, Farsein stopped ignoring her.
"That's the general idea," continued Dinhan, "but the position really comes from the way males release their water," he explained as he poked his finger around inside her.
When he found a particular spot, she winced and groaned loudly as her legs spread more reflexively.
"There's the water," he said with a teasing smile. "Now, that's just like a male. Remeber that stance. You may release your water." Dinhan withdrew his finger quickly.
"Unhhh," she groaned as urine began spraying from her slit.
As the yellow water slowly soaked her legs and pooled on the ground, Farsein suddenly caused his male companion to groan louder than that by bending him over and entering him.
Since she had held it for a while, it took some time for her bladder to empty -- time that was not over soon enough for Dinhan with a now-raging hard-on. When she finally finished, he let the sound of those males and smell of urine overtake him. Heart pounding, he lubed his cock with spit, and rammed himself into her.
"Ohhh!" she yelled in surprise.
Her yell somewhere between pleasure and pain made Farsein give a deep, empathetic thrust into his male and pound faster.
Dinhan was panting and dribbling precum into his own target before long, her insides feeling no different than the males he preferred. She groaned with every thrust, and Dinhan guessed she had never experienced this before.
As he got close to orgasm, Dinhan wished he could see more of her feelings. He decided to do the best he could by reaching around, and sticking his finger into her vulva. The response, he assumed, was good: deeper groans, and squeezes on his finger periodically, almost timed with his thrusts.
Moving his other arm from her shoulder to around her waist, he gave two more deep thrusts as he felt his orgasm rising, and heard a new kind of grunt coming from Farsein. Dinhan groaned to avoid a howl as he reached his climax, his muscles started pumping out his seed into her.
Upon feeling his goo squirt inside of her, she hollered, experiencing her own orgasm as his pleasure receeded.
The males beside them appeared to have been sated too, though Dinhan didn't hear them climax. They were slowly pulling themselves apart by the time Dinhan withdrew from Tianna.
Dinhan's voice was haggard as he spoke. "Now," he panted, "you should be able to get Farsein. I can tell you," he added, turning to the male, "she feels just like any other male. I'm sure taking her as your wife would not be much trouble."
"Perhaps not," he sighed, "so long as she would not mind -- me sneaking out on her sometimes."
Fortunately, like Farsein, she was too burned out to reject the idea. "Certainly not, my love."
"Then that settles it," concluded Dinhan. "I shall marry you tomorrow."
Only now did the three others leave, leaving Dinhan to himself. Another year, he thought, another female taught.
The End.
(version 1.0)