Savanna Hijinks (1/2)
#12 of Fantasy Stuff
Rolling, hilly savanna baked under a clear sky that shifted with faint ribbons of red, crimson and orange during the high sun hours. Tilted trees danced in the distance beyond rising heat. A vulture of dark scarlet plumage came in for a landing on a rocky nest, bursting into fire that licked at already-scorched stone. The flames died down and an ember cooled to a stony egg. The savanna was a lively and yet dangerous place.
A brook traced along the eastern border of the savanna. Its clear waters were close enough to rest in the shade of the jungle but far enough from the village to offer some privacy. A pond was gathered under a thick tree leaning heavily over and draping a curtain of vines around it.
Emerging from the jungle underbrush was a member of the Gazelle tribe, and she was an excellent example at that. She was petite, with a round butt that swallowed a beaded string. Small, pointy breasts were covered in cups of woven purple feathers. As she knelt to drink, it afforded a peek at very plump labia. Almost too plump to contain for the single feather making up the front of her thong.
The Gazelle tribe had been at near constant war with the Lions who roamed the savanna. Constant fighting had taken a toll on both sides over the course of time. The recent peace had only come about grudgingly as neither side would soon have the numbers to continue the conflict.
Behind her was a male Gazelle and there was no place he'd rather be. Nisha's suitor was called Sharpcrown, a slender and handsome buck just a little better at keeping his eyes on hers when making small talk. With the view he was met with, he grew excited as his loincloth lifted.
Approaching her as she finished her drink, he placed his hands on her shoulders to which she smiled. Then turned into his arms. She took hold of his head and brought it closer down to her lips until they were working over his.
From the savanna, a strange scent wafted in. But this one didn't speak of danger. It was something else, musk that was strong. A mate's aura far more powerful and desireable than Sharpcrown. Her nostrils flared as she searched their surroundings.
It was sitting cross-legged on a rock in the middle of the stream. Fuzzy, soft face, big green eyes and whiskers that twitched inquisitively. Fur color and size were normal for a fox, but he had a particularly big set of ears on his head that were closer to a fennec in proportion. Every once in a while he flicked them, lush and downy tufts sweeping through the air.
"Hm. He's cute," Nisha said with a giggle.
Sharpcrown did not share the sentiment, glaring at the intruder.
"Hey! Can we get some privacy here?!"
He was about to chase it off but made it only a step. The flicking ears had filled his nostrils with pheromones as well. And they didn't just have an impact on females. His anger fizzled out, drained from his mind. He could feel his cock shrinking, softening under the loincloth until it hung limply spilled out of the sheath. Instead of shouting, he only grumbled something passively as he remained in place.
As if to rub salt in the wound, the Fox stood up and spun around. Its big fluffy tail flourished over a plump rear end. Underneath this was a set of huge fuzzy balls, hanging to his knees under their own weight. They swung slightly back and forth like a pendulum as Sharpcrown watched with clenched teeth.
Nisha gasped where she stood beside him. Clearly he couldn't attack the creature, but he could at least get her away from it. He placed a hand on her bicep as if to pull her away.
"Don't let that little pervert bother you, dear. We can go elsewhere,"
"It's not just him- it's..those!" She explained, pointing to the far side of the creek.
Something was bubbling out of the tall grass. A blob of gelatinous red matter, hardly two feet across. Another plopped into view, then a third. A pack of huntsman slimes had caught wind of the Gazelles and were gathering into a feeding mass before their eyes.
The Fox made an odd sound. Popping joints as it shifted into its humanoid gait, scampering across the water and away from the magical creatures. The Fox-Gnoll was forced to reveal itself but it made no difference at this point.
"Run!" Nisha shouted and the two Gazelles made a break for it.
Huntsman slimes were not the plodding balls of dumb ectoplasm that many of their cousins were. They quickly compressed and stretched themselves to flow across the ground in crooked reaching branches like runaway streams of liquid. Hooves pounded over dead grass, dodging between boulders and vaulting ditches. Their speed and agility kept their tails just out of danger for the time being.
The terrain dipped down into a gorge with raised sections of soil and rock grasped in thick roots of the jungle's trees. A dead end came into view- a rough but mostly sheer wall. Sharpcrown's hooves skidded to a halt in front of it.
A moment later he spotted the reaching branches of a tree that was just out of reach. He turned and gestured to Nisha, who nodded. Catching her hoof in his hands, he gave a grunt with the effort of tossing her up. She scrambled and her upper body levered over the lowest branch. Sharpcrown was about to scramble up the wall and kick off it in the hopes of reaching the branch. But something leapt up to grab him.
The Fox-Gnoll pulled the waistband of his loincloth down, then slingshotted itself upward enough to grab and cling on to his shoulders. The garment broke in the process and Sharpcrown was left standing naked as the vulpine menace clambered up onto his shoulders, using his horns for handholds. And again, he found himself totally pacified and unable to fling the damned creature to the ground as he wanted to do.
Not far behind were the huntsman slimes. Red, slimy tendrils curled around his ankles. The Fox-Gnoll was safely out of range but Sharpcrown was starting to sink fast. Greedily digested through an alchemical process that was a process more magic than biological. He was down to his knees when the Fox-Gnoll squatted down, teabagging him before it sprung up. Its tail whipped out of his reach and it caught Nisha's outstretched hand.
Sharpcrown glared up at the Fox-Gnoll now perched in Nisha's lap. It gave him a very smug wink, and he didn't even have fists to shake at it anymore. The rest of him sunk into the massing slimes.
The slimes gurgled and broiled as they dispersed. In their wake was a set of hooves scoured clean- all that was left of Sharpcrown. Nisha frowned at the gruesome scene.
"Looks like I'm without a mate now,"
This much was whispered across the top of the Fox-Gnoll's ears as he sat in her lap. Then the soft lips touched him on top of his head.
"Or am I?"
Nisha's outfit was plucked and three purple feathers flitted down to the ground. Her hooves hung down straddling the thick branch as she rested her back against the tree. The Fox-Gnoll was quick to fit himself well in the fertile land between her hips. He rested a cheek against her stomach, nuzzling it.
A girthy, veiny, rock hard red shaft sprouted up in front of him. A monster cock that happened to belong to something small, cute and fluffy. It was larger than anything she had encountered in her life. The eye that wasn't obscured by her mussed hair, was growing wider as the thing refused to stop growing. As the knot popped out of the sheath, it wobbled the Fox-Gnoll's spearhead which was already seeping his seed onto her stomach.
Now the cock began its long journey into her pussy. He pushed it in and walked it deeper into her as she clung spread-eagle to the tree with nails digging into the wood. His fat rear end helped put plenty of force into his thrusts as he relentlessly gave her womb the pounding of its life.
The mating session was heard far throughout the jungle- the pitch of her pleasured moans reaching higher and higher. With each thrust, the Fox-Gnoll's cock swelled. Ridges popped up along the shaft as he drew close. The fertile Gazelle girl was already seeded, with the vast majority of their time together being recreational. But he released the full contents of his balls into her anyway, triggered by her scream as she felt his knot pop fully into her. Her legs went limp. Where they dangled, thick gooey streams oozed down to drip from her hooves.
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It didn't take long before Nisha's belly was making its roundness known on her skinny frame. Nature had taken its course and she now had a litter of Fox-Gnoll pups squirming in her womb. The father of course, hung around. He was eager to sire as many offspring as possible. His balls were big enough to plant a litter in every doe in the village. And he was certainly up to the challenge. But soon he would have some help.
Nisha's first litter wasted no time producing many grandpups with her fellow does. It wasn't uncommon for a fertile Gazelle girl to wake up in the morning with a Fox-Gnoll fast asleep, knotted inside her. An increasingly dense cloud of pheromones had the village firmly in its grip. The male Gazelles were put to work building more lodgings for the booming Fox-Gnoll population. There were grumblings of course, but the males that protested too much were swiftly castrated to prevent them from harming any of the numerous little fuzzy creatures.
Within just a couple generations, the village population more than quadrupled. Of course, only a handful of them were actually Gazelles.
That only left them with the other tribe out on the savanna to deal with. And soon they would.