The Forest; Rise of the Nymphomaniac.
Hey Yall, Since I got some comments saying I wasn't too horrible at this, I decided to take another shot at writing. ;P
This revolves around the same 3 main characters-Ed, Patio, and Steve-But the storyline is different, and a few new characters are introduced. Hope You enjoy!
The Forest; The Second Book.
Rise of the Nymphomaniac
"Damn." Ed muttered. "Damn, damn, damn."
He was standing, alongside hundreds of other creatures, near the horribly torn body of a lioness, hailing, as they could tell by the markings upon her hind legs, from the East Pride. He had knelt down and examined the damage.
The body had been uncovered the same morning, the alarmed raised. The lioness was young and very fit- a warrior.
Ed cursed again. It was going to be one of_those_ days, he could tell. So could Patio and Steve.
The East and West Prides had been fighting and warring for as long as anyone could remember-their hatred for one another far exceeding that of the badgers and foxes. The prides were located on the far sides of the Forest, in the mountains. There had been an agreement that the fighting would be left out of the forest itself, away from the other creatures, but every once in a while a battlefield was uncovered, and bodies with it. This one was simply the most recent.
Ed sighed and stood up. He shooed away the creatures not involved in the matter, and turned to the more important ones who stayed behind. One of them was Colonel Lou, a falcon-massive, deadly, and always beholding whoever was in his view with a penetrating gaze-leader and commander of the Bird faction within the forest. Lou had been in Ed's Presence during the old military ant's most decorated and legendary exploits, and held both his superior and his company in high regard. At least, higher than most.
Ed addressed the Colonel somberly. "What do you make of it?"
"Meldrassen's forces, obviously." The Falcon waddled around the corpse. "Whether they're special op or it was just a random hit in the night remains to be seen."
Ed thought for a moment, blowing out a puff of smoke from his cigarette. "Send for Mel peacefully. He'll no doubt be expecting your arrival. Tell him to meet with the Council in the Oak. No guards."
Lou, who had just been about to take flight, looked back. "No guards?"
"None. We're mad enough as it is. No more lions here than necessary." The ant turned and stalked off, peeved, followed by his friends and a few others. Lou streaked off to the West Mountainside.
Meldrassen was the king of the West pride, and walked into the Oak adorned like one. His fur was coated in red paint, swirls and designs covering him, earrings of gold in both ears. He was massive, incredibly strong, one of the strongest creatures in the region. He was wise, but his face was lightly contorted-angry-as Lou followed the king in.
A mouse by the name of Sanny, the oldest of the mice within the forest, walked up to the paw of that gigantic creature-tapping the ground with his cane-and poked at his foot repeatedly.
"Sit, boy." His words were remarkably loud and commanding for such an old rodent, and would be considered idiotic to utter in the kings presence, but the mouse had merit from his past that Meldrassen had to respect, and the king obeyed.
The mouse walked back and forth in front of him. "We found the carcass of one of Kraden's boys this morning. You're doing, we assume?"
The king cleared his throat. "I apologize for the mishap," His voice was so deep to the creatures below him that it seemed to shake the ground, "But recently, Kraden," He spoke the name of the Eastern king with heavy disdain, "Has committed an act of intolerable trespass." He seemed pained as he spoke the last few lines. Ed stood from his seat and walked up next to Sanny, looking up at the huge, furry mane. "What trespass, Mel?"
Meldrassen looked down to the ant. "He...has kidnapped my daughter. He threatens me with her life if I do not give up all the lands the Western pride inhabits and leave."
This greatly troubled the council, and a murmur spread through them as Ed cursed under his breath and looked down, thinking. Should Mel be forced to leave, Kraden would be able to take foothold in the Forest. Nothing was to stop the ferocious king from expanding his kingdom, and no doubt many of the animals within would be slaughtered by the powerful lions.
Walked back and forth, deep in thought. Meldrassen spoke up again.
"I believe that she can be rescued, as we have found ways into Kraden's den deep in the East-but even my stealthiest of warriors cannot sneak into such small spaces..." His voice trailed off. Ed glared at the King, unhappy about his hint. It was obvious now-Mel had had one of the Eastern Lions killed and purposefully put out in the open where the carcass could be found, and when called down to address the issue, he would offer a proposal to the ant to save his daughter. Tactless.
He blew out smoke again, calmly. He spoke after a moment to the anxious king. "We can save your daughter, Meldrassen," A collective gasp rose from the council, but no one rose to object. They waited to hear the rest of what Ed had to say. "But it won't be me going up there. I'm old," he said this with a cough, embarrassed, but Lou smiled off in the corner. "And I can't make such a trip. What do you offer to us, to save your daughter?"
The king recited what he had considered before coming to the Oak. "Food, use of the Western dens, protection from the outside."
Ed smiled, but hid it. Behind him, he heard a rustle of feathers-Stevenson, apparently freaking out. He alone, besides Ed, realized the worth of such an offer-another place for the animals in the Forest to reside, protection by Lions, and food if the need arose for it.
Ed walked back to the King and patted his massive footpaw. "Deal, your highness. We will send our best man to save your daughter, and make every possible effort to bring her back unscarred." He heard excited talking behind him. He spoke up. "However," Ed said, "There is a chance that your daughter may not be recovered, and whether she is or isn't, Kraden will declare war on the Forest for what he will consider allying with his enemies. What do you say to that?"
Brilliant negotiating on his opinion, the King looked uncomfortable for a moment, but shook his head and looked into Ed's eyes. "I offer total protection from the Eastern forces, whether you succeed or fail. But you must make a viable effort. It is my daughter." His voice cracked at the last few words.
Ed patted the paw once more. "We promise you, we will."
The king looked up after a moment, and asked, "Who will you send? A team?"
Ed grinned. "Not quite." He looked back to Stevenson and Patio, smiling. Patio understood after a moment and grinned back, but Stevenson, clueless, was lost. "What's he mean? Pat? Pat, what's he mean?" Then, looking at the two of them, understood. "No." He whispered, backing up. "No. Not him." Ed and Patio, however, stood up and left the Oak, leaving the quivering sparrow behind. The council, believing the ant had it under control, shrugged and dispersed. The King returned to the West, troubled, and Stevenson was eventually alone, horrified at what his friend had proposed.
The three-Ed the ant, Patio the fieldmouse, and Stevenson the sparrow-were very well respected, loved, and famous in the Forest. They were hailed as good, leaders, and just community providers-the other animals in the forest owed their improved states of life to the generosity of the mouse, the genius of the bird, and the haggard, tough old ant. But they were not the most famous. The most infamous of all of the forest creatures-a being so legendary that his exploits and actions reached ears even over the mountain ranges- lived by a creek in a large, flat, circular hut, away from most others.
He had built himself a chimney, and smoke was rising out of it. Usually, no creature was permitted the use of flame, but the inhabitant of the cottage was excluded from this rule. He wasn't stupid enough to let it get out of hand. His name was Adam, The Weasel. He had been all over the world-in fact, he had arrived in the Forest around ten years ago, young, finished exploring, having fallen from the sky in a makeshift aircraft from which he had flown from a place called "Madagascar." He had climbed mountains, sailed oceans, drank with the most bloodthirsty of creatures, and seen things no other creature had seen. He had the trinkets from each of these places as proof. He should have been loved just as the others-but his ailment prevented this from being the case. He suffered from serious Nymphomania, a case so severe that he was usually forced to resort to masturbating up to six times a day if his sating wasn't met. But he was smart, understood his disease, and dealt with it. He had moved away from the community for his own sanity, and it wasn't until later that the other creatures heard of his sickness. They reacted by barring all contact with Adam, and almost attacked his household in anger at what he could do-had it not been for the intervention of the council. He was no rapist-and he was clearly smart enough to have moved away. So there he stayed. Rumors started though. One popular one was that deep in his cellar was a room, empty, with thousands of marks on the wall-one for each female he'd lain with. Fathers severely threatened their daughters to stay from "That" place, and wives were watched suspiciously.
But girls were girls, and they got curious. They still did. Adam was really a handsome fellow, something that didn't necessarily help his disease, and girls of all races would usually charm him into breaking him. But it was always a one night stand. They left the following morning, bewildered, fur mussed up, and a big, silly grin on their faces. He had decided not to wed, unless it was to a female with the same condition as his own, and smart enough to recognize it. She had not come along yet.
Ed and Patio stood, outside the hut, building up their courage. If anyone was skilled enough to do what Meldrassen asked of them, it was Adam. Ed walked towards the house, leaves crunching underfoot.
He knocked on the wooden door three times, and heard someone arising from the inside with a grunt, and a sigh of boredom.
"No one's in here but me. I haven't seen a female in around a week," Shouted a voice from inside the hut. "Please leave."
"Adam?" Ed called out. "Adam, it's Ed and Patio. We'd like to talk with you."
There was a pause. "The Ant n' Mouse?" Called the voice again.
"Yeah. Can we come in?"
"Door's open. Wipe your paws, if you would."
Ed and Patio stepped into the abode of the Nymphomaniac, and looked around.
The main floor was split into a living room, a bathroom, a kitchen, and a room for guests. The living room had two makeshift rocking chairs, a couch made up of damp leaves, and a mat lay on the floor in front of the fireplace, where a small fire burned. There were a few windows, one overlooking the creek right near the home, and one towards the forest. A small liquor bar, ladled with containers of liquid and small hors d'oeuvres was in the corner. Adam called from the other room. "Be there in a mo. Feel free to take some food. Ed, there's cigars inside the bar." At this, the ant ran over, eager to try someone else's take on tobacco, and lit up a finely made cigar. He sat down on the rocking chair, while Patio fixed himself a drink.
Adam was very tall, lanky. His underbelly was white, while his backside was entirely black, save for a white raindrop shape on his tail. His teeth showed when he talked, and the tips of two longer fangs showed even with his mouth closed. His eyes were a remarkable, sapphire blue, and he walked in on the two wrapped in a leave, dripping with water.
"You guys caught me showering. How's the cigar?"
Ed blew a smoke ring, clearly in Bliss. "Fantastic. How'd you cultivate it?"
"I have a garden in the cellar, this species is one of my own. Gotta keep 'em damp while they're growing-then dry them quick. I don't smoke, but always keep a few, should some company come by that does..." He stood in front of the fire, drying himself. He smiled at his company, pleased. "Can I help you?"
Ed cleared his throat, and explained the situation to Adam. The war, the King, the daughter, everything. By the time he had finished, Adam was sitting on the couch, listening intently, serious, and Patio had dozed off.
"I have to say, I've retired from that sort of business." Adam sighed, standing up, paws behind his back. He thought for a second. "You're sure there is a way in?"
"His lions confirmed it."
The weasel began walking back and forth in front of the long dead flame in the fireplace. He finally stopped, and shook his head, slightly smiling.
"I can do it. But I'll need at least one more, brave creature. And a ride up to as far as a falcon can take me...the outskirts of the den."
"I'll get someone to do it." Ed sounded relieved. Adam was truly the most qualified for such espionage. Should he have refused, the daughter would surely have been killed in one way or another. "But what about the one who will go with you?"
At this, Patio awoke in an instant. Something about Patio...He was clever, a good guy, and beheld Adam the Nymphomaniac as some sort of Sex God. His legendary bumps in the night left Patio desiring to learn his secrets of seduction, and he considered himself some sort of protégé- even though the mouse had never had nearly as much luck as the weasel.
"I'll go."
Adam turned dubiously to the mouse. "You think you can handle it?"
"Sure. Should be fun."
Adam looked unhappy at his companions state-Patio was not skilled in fighting or spying or the like-but, since he had no other option, Patio was in.
"We will leave tonight. This matter will no doubt need to be resolved as soon as possible, and time wasted is time we could be using to scout or to travel."
A falcon was quickly sent down by Lou that evening. As Adam and Patio climbed up onto its back, both wearing green travelers cloaks Adam had saved from his time as an adventurer, Stevenson and Ed looked on.
"We'll give you three days to get the princess out," Steve was saying. "The falcon will drop you atop the rock cavern where she is to be kept, and when and if you do get her, in both of your packs is a stick that will light when scraped hard against something, like a rock. This will signal a team of falcons watching from afar to swing in and pick you up. Try to do it at night, and for the love of everything that exists in the forest, don't let anyone see you."
"Right. Three days. Lights when we have the princess at night." Adam turned to look at the pair on the ground as the falcon. "See you soon, gentlemen." Patio, behind the weasel, turned back and gave his friends a massive grin. "Yeah, see ya."
A sigh was barely audible from Stevenson as the falcon launched itself off towards the Eastern Mountain range.
The wind rushed past the ears of the creatures onboard, and Patio, who had never been above the ground so high, was somewhat terrified, but could not help but to be amazed at the view. The setting sun shone off on the horizon, and the tips of the trees were miniscule from so high up. Adam kept a vigilant watch ahead, and saw the light of campfires in the rocky outcrops of the mountain hillside as time passed.
The falcon flew over what seemed to be hundreds of campfires, and the pair onboard could barely make out at least seven lions and lionesses at each one. Finally the falcon landed on top of a large cave, farther inland into the mountains. The pair slid off its tail feathers.
Adam gave a salute to the bird, who nodded and pointed over to a small clearing of trees to the north of their position.
"Myself and the team will be stationed there. Try to make the light where we can see it." And it flew off towards the place.
The wind was strong on the cave top. Below, the sounds of lions talking and laughing could be heard. Adam looked around for a moment, then decisively placed his pack down and pulled out a pair of rocks and a few twigs. Patio kneeled next to him as he struck the rocks together over the twig pile, making sparks.
"What's the plan?"
Adam replied after a moment. "We'll camp here tonight, and try to scout around in the early morning. The princess is kept directly below us." The weasel pointed down. "We find the flaw around the cave Meldrassen spoke of, sneak her out, and grab the falcons to take us back to safety."
"Sounds pretty solid."
The pair didn't speak for a while, and it was a long while before the wind died down enough for a fire to be lit by Adam. He then pulled out two slivers of meat from his pack, and handed one to Patio. The pair huddled themselves in their cloaks around the fire as they ate.
After a while, the night sky was dark, and the stars shone brilliantly over them. The weasel put the fire out and lay on his back, staring up at the pinpoints of light. Patio then tried to start a conversation he had been meaning to bring up.
"Sooo..." Adam turned his head and looked at him.
"Ahem. Well, I have to ask." Patio began nervously. "Can you give me some tips?"
Adam squinted at him for a second, then, understanding, groaned and turned to face the other way.
"I mean," The mouse hurriedly tried to repair whatever damage he had done. "if that's like, uncool with you then I don't wanna-"
"No," Adam sighed and turned back over, looking back into the sky. "I suppose my reputation has gotten me that much. What do you want to know?"
Patio was speechless. The master of whom he regarded as some sort of sex spirit was offering him advice, and he had nowhere to begin.
"Ah, it, well, how do you do it?" He asked plainly. Adam stared back at him.
"Me?"
"Yes, you. How have you gotten so many girls? What secrets do you have?" Patio was getting himself very excited at this point.
"That," Adam chuckled, "is a secret I cannot divulge." Patio's face fell. "My failsafe method is used only when my urge is unbearable. To give it to just some horny guy would be a disaster. Not to say that you are just some horny guy."
"No, no, I am." Patio corrected him.
"Oh. Well, then I can just give you some basic tips." Patio was eager again. "First off, girls, females, of all ages enjoy a bit of mystery."
"Mystery?"
"Yes. You can't just be some creature they immediately see through. A mysterious reputation will usually cause them to seek you out, odd as it may be."
Patio was furious with himself for not having brought along a notepad. "Okay, alright, good. What else?"
"You need to seem strong, of course. Not mean, no, but an animal who can hold his ground. Also, you can't be overly interested in them. It sounds mean," Adam shrugged his shoulders, "But both sexes like a chase. Make her grab your attention and you'll pretty much have her where you want her."
"This is great," Patio grinned, satisfied. "But I'm still interested in that method of yours."
"It's not happening, Pat."
"But how?" Patio lay on his stomach. "How is it possible to get a female to sleep with you in a few minutes of meeting her? It doesn't seem possible!"
"It's a last resort. Now, I'm going to sleep. Any last questions?"
Patio thought for a moment. "Is it true that you have a room in your cellar where you have a mark on the wall for every female you've slept with?"
Adam groaned and said nothing more. The two eventually drifted off into sleep.
Patio awoke to see that Adam was gone. The morning sun was barely up, and he got up quickly, looking around for his companion. He dare not call his name aloud, less some lioness hear.
"Mouse!" He heard someone hiss from behind. Adam was peeking up from the side of the cave wall.
"Come down here, I've found the entrance the West pride spoke of. Be careful with your footing."
Patio ran to him and climbed down the rocky wall with him. Eventually they reached a large hole in the sheer rock face, on the side of the cave that was simply mountainside, and no ground was for any creature to walk upon besides a bit of rock jutting out from the hole itself. If they fell, it would be hundreds of feet down to their deaths.
Adam pointed inside the hole silently, and Patio carefully dropped down onto the rock ledge. It was definitely large enough for a lioness to fit through.
He peeked inside as Adam followed him. The weasel whispered in a tone that the mouse had to strain to hear.
"There is a single female guard standing at the cave entrance. We need to sneak the princess out on this ledge quickly and quietly."
"Don't we need for it to be dark to call the falcons?"
"They'll have to find us in daylight." Adam grumbled. "We can't waste any time. The king of the East pride might decide to have her killed today, for all we know."
Patio nodded, and slipped quietly into the cavern from the back.
The princess was a petite creature, beautiful, with sandy-brown fur save but for a white strip on both sides that extended from the tip of her tail to both of her eyes. She was directly in front of the two as they came up into the small cave, snoring quietly. Patio looked past her to the cave entrance.
A tall, dark-furred lioness with a curvaceous body stood, spear in paw, at the front, looking outwards. Her body was covered in blue paint of some sort, and in her ears there were two very tight gold earrings. Her butt was in perfect view, unclothed as lions went, and Patio had a sudden urge, in the face of such danger, to run up and spank her.
While Patio was content to dream, Adam, however, had frozen. A scent had struck him. A scent he knew almost too well.
It was a peculiar wetness-wetness from a living creature. The pheromones were incredible, the heat from whatever was causing the smell filling the air with humidity.
First heat. This did not bode well.
Adam sniffed, following the scent, and was horrified to see that it emanated from the princess, who still slept peacefully. She was experiencing her first heat-the insatiable desire to mate.
But there was another scent. One not as fresh, as eager, and it came from the cave's mouth.
The lioness guard was in heat as well. From their distance, Adam could see glistening juices from between her legs, but very little. This was not good. Two lionesses, one a princess, the other her guard, in heat. This greatly altered things.
Adam thought rapidly. The situation could be resolved, but with extreme care. The princess, upon awakening, would want immediately to mate with the nearest male. The older female's hormones could be used against her, if correctly.
Adam stood for a while; paw under chin, until he finally reached a decision. It was a long shot, but he felt it would work.
He could take the guard. She was no doubt able to overcome her female ailment should the need arise, but if he could take the focus off of Patio, the mouse could sneak the princess out to the perch, and call for the falcons.
This was the easier bit. The risky part was how Patio would handle the first heat. The princess was liable to launch herself upon him, and if he wasn't at least quiet in the whole thing, the lioness guard would break herself from Adam and kill the two of them. Also, Adam was suspicious in Patio's own 'abilities'-he wanted the princess's first time to be something pleasant, but it was possible that the mouse would not be able to provide. But leaving Patio to the lioness was out of the question.
He turned to tell Patio his plan, and choked.
The mouse was striding towards the guard, enthralled by her beauty. Adam launched himself to save his idiotic friend, but it was too late-Patio walked around and faced the primal creature.
Adam reacted quickly. "Salvage the mission," He thought, "Then come back to help."
He turned tail and, using all of his strength, pulled the princess through the hole, as she was about to wake up.
She yawned widely on the perch. "Wh-whu?.."
Adam tried to slip past her back into the cavern to save Patio before she could spot him and put him to her use, but her eyes caught him.
Those beautiful, dark green, slightly evil eyes bore down upon him as she grinned.
"Well, you're kind of cute." She picked him up by the scruff of his neck. "Come to save me? Daddy send you?"
"Your highness, please," Adam begged, wriggling in her grasp, "My name is Adam, and yes, we have been sent to save you. My friend is still in there, and is about to be slaughtered by the guard-please, you must let me rescue him!"
"Oooh, no." She pinned him now. "Adam the Nympho, I've heard of you."
Adam sighed under her grasp. She was very small, even for a lioness of her age, but her grip was remarkable. "I'm afraid most people have."
"I've heard of your exploits, in the bed and out." She laughed. "When I first experienced heat, I thought of myself as a freak-a princess with a premature sex drive. Then I heard some of the lionesses in my father's pride gossiping about you."
"Lions gossip about me?"
"You're not getting the point." She put her muzzle close to his. They were almost the same size. "I studied you. I found out that there were others like me, Adam."
Adam seemed puzzled for a moment, then his eyes widened in recognition.
"Oh, fuck."
"That's about right." The princess laughed as she positioned herself over Adam's already growing member, then, unhesitatingly, slammed her hips into his, shattering her cherry as well as his pelvis. She let out a meek roar, and Adam, for the first time in his life, was at a loss.
The princess was a nymphomaniac.
As Adam struggled with this new development, Patio had begun to chat up the lioness with the balls of a wildebeest. At first, she didn't know what to make of him, but Patio wasn't stupid-he knew to keep her focused on him, and to never let her turn around to face the cave's inside.
He had put Adams advice to fantastic use. He had shrouded his coming to her in mystery, but careful to be social with her and to make it clear that he was alone.
"Why are you here, mouse?" Her spear had, at first, pointed at his nose. He laughed and pushed it aside, then leaned on it.
"Professional business, relating to your king. Ambassador. So you should watch it there, honey."
At such an authoritative voice, the guard became nervous. It seemed possible-not probable, but possible-that this mouse was who he claimed to be, overflowing with confidence as he was. She pulled the spear up.
"I apologize sir, but this area is restricted. No one is allowed past-war with Meldrassens forces-" She stopped, then cursed herself.
Patio, although he knew all of this, smiled and took her discomfort as a thing to act upon. "Meldrassen, eh? Though guy. You guys are much more prepared though, it seems." He gestured to the grand visage behind him-a thousand fires alit for the armies of Kraden.
"Thank you, sir."
"You, know," He wheeled around to face her again, serious. "I'll be honest with you. I haven't seen many good-looking females around this side of the mountains."
She didn't know what to make of that statement. He went on.
"You, however, are beautiful, miss. It is lonely, being an ambassador from the Cornwald clan." A name he had made up on the spot. She sat down now, her legs tucked under her, looking at him with interest.
"Cornwald clan?"
"Yes. I wouldn't be surprised if you hadn't heard of us-we are settled far off on the other side of the mountain." He sighed, and sat down. "We are a strong people-small, yes, but proud. We have enslaved or slain any who would go against us, and those who are smart enough to work us reap the benefits of our lands."
"Fascinating." The guard was truly enthralled.
"Kraden, the wise leader he is, requested an alliance from the Cornwald a while back, should things with Meldrassen get messy. I was sent to meet him. And I have."
"You met Kraden?"
"Yes. Gets to the point. Militarily functioned. I am not as impressed, however." He stood up now, and faced away from her, looking over the fires. "I will admit that Kraden commands a large force, but I have seen and met the one called Meldrassen-he will win if war breaks out." He was pulling this out of his ass, and at this point, he was so impressed with himself that he considered how and where else this strategy might work. The guard believed every word of it.
"What do you know of warfare, mouse?"
Patio snorted. "I was the champion of my people before being assigned to Ambassador. I know much of war and how one wins at it."
The guard was thinking rapidly. This mouse claimed to be ambassador for a force Kraden wanted to help him. But this mouse did not like what he saw.
The lionesses face lit up slyly. But he did call her beautiful... and she was in heat at the moment anyway. This could be a win-win situation for them both.
"Ambassador," She bowed her head now, and he turned back.
"I will give myself to you in the honor of my people." Patio's shock and glee slipped past his mask of seriousness for but a moment, and she went on. "To show you our devotion, and our allegiance to the Cornwald clan. If I can change your opinion, our war may be won."
Patio pretended to consider this. In his mind, however, fireworks were exploding, parades parading. He was already hard at the prospect. But he kept up the act.
"Turn around, miss, and on your paws and knees." She did as commanded. Before him was a glistening, beautiful pussy, next to two full butt cheeks-a pussy's pussy, he thought to himself, and smirked. He wondered what Adam would think of his great accomplishment.
He clambered up the lioness's ass, and, completely erect and ready, he plunged into her. She yelped in surprise as his rhythm rapidly increased.
Out on the ledge, Adam had lost himself to lust. The other nymphomaniac was no match for his own abilities-as this was her first time-but the symptoms all fit, and the fact that there was another like him-and as beautiful as she-made him lose control. They had switched positions several times, and she had came twice. She was loving every second of it, and had lost her arrogant attitude after Adam took control. The rumors turned out to be true, and she was practically drunk on his member. They fit perfectly-as if they were made for each other.
Panting heavily, Adam continued to pound into her, in the doggy style position. She was squealing with each thrust, and the ledge had become slick with her juices. But he had not cum yet.
"It-is-true-what-they-say-about-you-"She gasped, tongue lolling as he continued his humping, grinning stupidly.
He grinned. His eyes had shifted color since he had gotten into it. It was a lust the kind he had not experienced since his time in Madagascar, with a lemur name Clarisse- a long time. It was hypnotic, obsessive, crazed-her insides were like molten lava, her rump a beautiful spectacle to ram into. Her nipples, which had not yet grown to full breasts, he pinched and licked at every convenience. She swung every time he entered and exited her. He placed her in positions that had her at his mercy. At one point, he pulled out entirely, and placed it, snugly but firmly, into her tailhole.
She screamed-a roar that was a mixture of pain and pleasure. Her arse was even tighter than her virgin pussy-but he was careful to not lose total control, as he knew first time anal could be painful to the receive. He took it slowly at first, in and out at a calm pace-until she reached around, grabbed the scruff of his neck, put her face to his, and snarled;
"If you don't hurry it up, I'll squeeze and crush you inside me."
Adam went ballistic. He humped and pumped to fast and quickly that their screams and roars eventually mixed together in a final, explosive orgasm-he overflowed her, pouring and spurting out of her. He slid out of her and collapsed on the ground. The edge they had screwed on was now slippery and sticky.
She turned around to face him, grinning-not with such an evil look in her eyes. She lay down and engulfed his member in her muzzle, and he, groaning, let off a few more spurts.
She smiled and gently caressed his balls with her tongue. He looked down to her fondly.
"What's your name, princess?"
"My friends call me Starch. My full name," she scowled a little here, "is Starchlee."
"Pretty."
"Thanks." She looked up at him. "Thanks for the help with the heat, too...sorry if-"
"Shh." He put a paw to her lips. "I loved every bit of it."
She smiled, and continued her work on Adams balls.
"So, you were a virgin, I assume?"
"Very much so. Didn't like any of the pigs in our pride. If they knew I was a nympho, I'd never hear the end of it. Had to keep myself sane with soft, blunt rocks."
"Sucks...Does your father know?"
"I don't think so."
She and he lay there, enjoying each other's company immensely. Then Adam remembered Patio.
Patio was having no trouble adjusting to the size of the lioness, but the lioness was having trouble adjusting to Patio's size.
She had foolishly believed that the mouse's small stature meant that his own member was nothing impressive. Upon plunging into her, he proved her wildly incorrect. As she was starting to comprehend his size, he began to spank her and slide in and out. She was enjoying it, to her shock. He was grinning and groaning the entire time, and she was gasping and moaning-she was actually tight for him.
She was just as great as he had suspected. Her breasts were swaying in the rough motion, and her insides were on fire.
His balls slapping against her began to make a "pap-pap-pap" sound, and, finally, he pulled out of her. But he wasn't finished.
"On your back." She did as he ordered.
The mouse walked across her stomach and promptly placed his gigantic sex in between her breasts. He began to hump them, and the lioness kissed the head each time it came to her lips. She managed herself, and her fingers worked overtime where the mouse had left off.
The boobs were so soft-he pushed against the as he reached orgasm.
"Rrr-Rrraghh!!!" He roared as he exploded onto her face. They came simultaneously, and she squirted as her point was reached, with a roar that seemed like it shook the whole cave.
He collapsed onto her stomach. She was unconscious in seconds.
Adam appeared out of nowhere, followed by Starch. He looked up at Patio, asleep on the lioness with the spooge-covered face. His face was a mixture of pride, shock, and confusion.
"Did you-I-it-" Adam stuttered.
Patio leapt off the lioness, a satisfied grin on his face. "Thanks or the advice. Now, we should probably..."
"Yes!" Adam took Starch by the paw and they all ran out to the ledge once more. Adam struck the stick against the rock wall, (as the ground was still wet, which was hilarious to Patio when he understood what it was) and the match lit.
They waited for a bit. Soon, though, to the enthusiastic yells of the three, the falcons appeared, and they all climbed onto one each.
The flight home was filled with silence, rest. Adam was considering what his reward would be, Patio was reveling in his adventure, and Starch was looking forward to seeing her people again. The three of them enjoyed the wind flying past them as the falcons soared high above the ground.
Finally, they landed at the foot of the great Oak. Ed and Stevenson were notified of their arrival immediately, and they appeared moments later.
"You actually did it!" Ed laughed, embracing Patio and grasping Adams arm. He bowed to the princess. "Your highness, your father has been told of your return, he will be here with a contingent shortly."
Starch smiled, but said nothing. Adam had plopped himself on the grass, content with the days actions, but Patio was having trouble convincing Ed and Stevenson of his adventure.
"I'm telling you guys, she was amazing-got her bendin' over in minutes-"
"You're full of it, Pat."
"Please!" Steven biffed the mouse on the back of the head. "We have a princess present! She has no want to hear such disgusting stories, as false as they may be."
Patio glared at the grinning princess but said nothing.
Eventually, Meldrassen appeared with five of his warriors, and, upon seeing his daughter, roared and embraced her. Starch, embarrassed, tried to squirm away. He let her go, almost crying, it seemed, and turned to the four.
"You have my eternal thanks for doing what seemed impossible. The return of my daughter unharmed is more than any father could have asked for-you have total protection by the West Pride, the sharing of our food, and the use of our homes." Then, he turned solely to Adam.
"I understand you are the one they call Adam? The one who spearheaded this mission?"
Adam bowed his head before the massive creature. "I am, your majesty."
"Then for you, as a token of my thanks," He pulled off a large bead necklace he wore and lay it at Adams feet. "Take this-a gift from me."
The beads were many and beautiful, full of every color in the spectrum. They glowed in the light of the setting sun. "Your highness, thank you-it is beautiful."
"And," The king smiled here, "Upon hearing of your help with our tribe, many of the females within have become, shall we say, very interested in your company. You are free to visit anytime and fulfill their demands."
Adam was speechless for a moment, but then he saw Patio behind the king, gesturing wildly and angrily at his exclusion. Adam grinned.
"I appreciate it, your highness-but such a glorious gift belongs no doubt to my partner, who assisted me through and through during the rescue." He gestured at the mouse, who quickly regained composure. Meldrassen turned to look at him. Adam continued.
"Tell the females that were it not for Patio the Field mouse, I might not be here today."
Everyone seemed dubious or shocked at this statement, much to Patio's aggravation.
"I'm potent too, dammit. Those lionesses will have plenty of fun with me, I promise."
Meldrassen shrugged, and agreed to let the pride know. Then, a paw around his daughter, he led the troops out and towards the western pride. But before she stepped over the horizon, Starch turned around and gave Adam her wicked grin again. Then, they were gone.
Adam sighed. The other three walked away now, and he could still hear Patio trying, loudly and unsuccessfully, to convince his two friends that he had indeed gotten lucky with a full-grown lioness. To no avail, of course.
Adam eventually took the bead necklace and walked back home to his abode by the creek. He plopped himself down onto his couch with a drink in hand, and, lighting up a fire, stared at it, proud of himself. He also thought about the Nymphomaniac princess, Starch, and if he would ever be lucky enough to see her again. Or what Meldrassen would think when and if he found out.
Then, he remembered something. Standing up, and stretching, he walked down to his cellar door and entered.
His basement was a large hallway filled with doors, and the creek could be heard rushing overhead. He walked down to the very last door, at the hallways end.
Inside, it was totally dark, before he lit up a makeshift candle. The room filled with light, and the hundreds of marks upon the wall face illuminated beautifully.
Taking a piece of chalk from the stand near him, he walked over to it, and drew a single, vertical line. Then, after a moment, considering, he circled the line and placed a name under it;
"Starch"
He smiled and looked over the wall. Over three hundred marks filled the room-each one a conquest of his. No one knew about its truth but himself and no one had ever seen the exact number. He had figured it out a while ago; 472.
He sighed, happy, and left the room, putting out the candle as he walked up to bed.
The End
Hope You guys enjoyed it-not too happy with the sex scenes, but aside from that, I think it went pretty well. (Which isn't saying much when you're writing furry porn) I'll be happy to take any comments or suggestions! And sorry it took forever for me to write-a lot of stuff going on at home. =P