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Anthro Sex Squad Story 4 - Bizmark's Story By Killenor Arc 1 - Origins Chapter 6

Ganunga cried out as she felt something inside her tear. Suddenly, after probably a dozen false starts, Bizmark's bulky cock was inside her. Tears welled in her eyes, but despite this, she was filled with an unaccountable sense of wonder. She had done it... she was now a full-fledged woman.

"Welcome to the bad girls club," Tanja said, out of breath but full of mischief... among other things. "How does it feel?"

"Aaah... he... he's so big... nnngh. It hurts a little." Ganunga admitted.

Tanja chuckled wickedly, "Yeah, but you get used to it quick enough. Try giving him a bounce... oh, and don't forget to rub your nub. It'll make it feel much better."

For his part, Bizmark was astounded by the pressure Ganunga was putting on him. True, the bigger girls were undeniably the prettiest, and in his wildest dreams he never imagined doing something like this with one so beautiful as Ganunga, but damned if he didn't feel strong enough for her. But oh how nice it was to have such a beauty sitting astride him, facing him that he might play with her full breasts and entwine his trunk with hers.

Her hands cupped her feminine mound, playing with herself in such a way that Bizmark found made the going a bit easier. As soon as she was satisfied that she could take him, Ganunga tried a test bounce. Bizmark grimaced as he feared his hips would break, but was delighted when he found that instead, her added weight merely added a greater amount of penetration. Though his legs were going just a tad numb, he was still glad for this to be happening.

Tanja continued to watch with only a hint of jealousy that it was not her still impaled upon Bizmark. So like a brother was he, and such a perfect friend too, that she could not help but feel a pang of emotion at seeing him with the rival who had shunned her so long ago. But then... she couldn't deny the deliciousness of having such a one-up on her either. Whatever the future held... she had what all the popular girls would want soon enough.

Bizmark tried to keep up the enjoyment of those pleasurable feelings, but Ganunga's weight was simply too much for him. Despite his shapely girth, Ganunga was still larger than he by almost the weight of Tanja. If only there was a way for him to... well actually...

With a heave that strained at his hips and back, Bizmark managed to roll forward. Ganunga's bulk worked against her, forcing her off balance with her only recourse to roll onto her back. The three elephants were all rather surprised by this turn of events, especially seeing how it was normally the tradition for mating to occur with female on top, face to face, sitting.

To his amazement, Bizmark was long enough, and flexible enough, to remain within Ganunga's tight, quivering snatch. Rolling himself forward he felt the surge of pleasure and blood pressure return to his loins. Amazingly, he found this new and exotic position very... empowering. From here he could push as deeply as he wished, as fast as he wished, and without any weight upon him to deaden the experience!

Ganunga too found this position invigorating. Not only did she no longer have to do the work to pleasure herself, but the pace quickened quite agreeably. In very short order she found herself ignoring her backside's contact with the ground, lost in a new found sense of wonder that quite surpassed her skill with her own fingers. Better still, she felt something happening... something stirring deep down within her.

Bizmark was covered in sweat. Thrust as he might, he just couldn't seem to approach that same peak he had with Tanja. Though his cumbersome cock was hard and aching with desire as it ever had been, something prevented him from reaching an edge this time. He tried hard to think of the last time... tried to imagine that he was thrusting into Tanja again... but nothing. Instead, he was only able to concentrate on how suddenly tight Ganunga had become.

Virginal-strength muscles reacted, clenching down upon the massive member intruding upon what was once their sovereign domain. A loud trumpeting sounded from the most beautiful woman in the tribe as Bizmark's thrusting manhood brought Ganunga to the first orgasm with a male. Hot fluids splashed out upon Bizmark's groin as he gritted his teeth against the gripping contractions that squeezed him mercilessly.

All this and he still could not do it! Worse yet, he was getting tired from working his unaccustomed muscles so vigorously. Whatever happened... maybe... maybe she didn't need to know?

So he faked it. He conjured up what memories he could of when he finished with Tanja. The sounds he made, the way he shuddered and spasmed... everything. In a final burst of energy he did his best to replicate his actions. Hoping he had been convincing without any of emissions, he allowed himself to collapse, laying over Ganunga's ample belly, his face resting gently between her pendulous breasts to the extend his ears and tusks would allow.

Then, to the horror of the three miscreants, there came the rumbling of their tribe's long-distance call. The sub-harmonic sounds vibrated the ground beneath them, carrying the information that business was concluded and that everyone should head back home. This, of course, meant they were only a handful of minutes away as the sounds only traveled a mile or two from the caller.

"Ah! Th-they'll find us! They'll find out we've been here and mating!" yelped a breathless, yet adrenalin fueled Ganunga, "If they find out what we've been doing..."

"Shut up pretty girl," Tanja snapped, "Biz and I have been in closer scrapes than this and got away clean. We just need to wash ourselves and make it like nothing ever happened."

"I... I've never been in trouble before! I don't know what to do!" Ganunga cried out.

Tanja leapt up, taking Ganunga's arm. She gestured for the quickly recovering Bizmark to do the same. With great effort, they pulled the ponderous pachyderm to her feet. Still unsure of herself, Ganunga simply stood there as Bizmark and Tanja hurriedly gathered their clothes. Frustrated at her lack of initiative, Tanja threw Ganunga's outfit into the stunned woman's face.

"RUN you dolt! Follow us. We know somewhere that will clean off anything." Tanja yelled, "It'll be like nothing ever happened!"

With that, the two troublemakers and the socialite ran.

***

_Tanja always used to say, the only thing in the village faster than her was gossip. How true those words became over the next few weeks.

I was a sensation! Every female who knew anything about males suddenly_ had_to get to know me. I could barely walk around the settlement without noticing a longing glance from the corner of my eye... or without being brushed up against. Ganunga must surely have been an even bigger gossiper than Tanja or I ever gave her credit for._

At first it was just the three of us, sneaking off any time we could to mate again. Amazingly, I found that I was always ready and up to the task, despite my muscles' protestations and Tanja's insistence that it was in no way normal. In my off hours, I found myself doubling my study of the texts that the elders allowed... and at least a few they didn't. The subjects gripped my mind as I sought the explanations to my sudden surge of sexual prowess.

So too did I search for anything regarding the strange images that flashed through my mind every time Tanja and I were together. A cliff... strange plants... a strange tree... fruits with people inside them... and something that I just couldn't put the right words into describing at the time. Unfortunately, the Elders had very little in the way of books on the fey-beasts. Though after dozens of fairy tales, I was sure whatever it was had to be related to them.

It was actually in the library tent that my reputation took flight. I had retired there to do a little light reading after satisfying both Tanja and Ganunga with a new position I had seen in Elder Jabebe's personal accounts of animal behavior, when I heard someone sneak into the otherwise empty tent.

It was a popular female named Anj, looking exceptionally timid for someone as thick and imposingly beautiful as she. Before I could ask what she wanted, she was upon me, a hand gesture shushing my inquiries. In no time at all, or so it seemed, we were kissing and trunk hugging passionately. Ever ready for such things, we barely made any mess at all... well, I do remember helping her get a large ink smear off her behind... but, in hindsight, that was mostly due to her being a nervous tail-lasher.

But yes, I took her innocence too, then and there in the library tent. It was only lucky that I was so skilled at covering up my misdeeds that, when she screamed out with her climax, I was able to arrange things and insist she had screamed after stumbling upon that spilled vial of ink.

From then on, it was no longer about looks and gropes... no, Anj and Ganunga together opened the proverbial flood gates. Next thing I knew I was being put to task by every female of roughly my own age in the village! Worse yet, Tanja seemed to have developed a jealous streak... not at me, of course, but more about_me. It seemed as though she had a compulsion to match each and every female that mated with me, round for round, and then some! If I didn't know her endurance from long days causing pranks and scouting the savannah, I would have been hard put to believe it._

Three days before the Day of Decisions ceremony, I found that I spent more time having secret sexual encounters all around the village than any single other thing! Try though I might, my studies were simply put off every time I had the opportunity, or the imposition, of servicing another of the females. By the time I got word that some of the Elders wanted to take me out for another ramble, the only female in the settlement that could actually please ME (instead of just the other way 'round you see) was Tanja!

But, what I would learn on that ramble... well let's just say that it set the pace for the rest of my life.

***

Y'toptapta danced in place upon his single foot, cackling with glee as his new project had finally come to fruition. In only the span of a handful of the curious rotations this realm called 'days', he had grown a garden full of unearthly splendors into what was now more closely described as an orchard! Those rutting thick-skins had supplied him with more eroticka than he had ever dreamed!

And he had himself to thank, of course. For without his presence, events would have never been set in motion in such a way that he could harvest so quickly... also something to do with that prodigal pachyderm and his life... but that was peripheral. He paused in his thoughts for only a brief moment before returning to his self-appreciating tangle of imagination.

Yes! He would have such a harvest to bring back to the Summerlands! More yet to the Winterlands and those outlying settlements lying springward to them!

Hum-whistling a diddy that simply did not belong in this world, he skipped merrily through the paths that wound through his foliage. Here he pinched at a melon, shaped curiously like a green and tan striped breast with a white fine that looked so much like a jet of colostrum shooting from it. There he inhaled a flower that, through an illusion of negative space, resembled a pair of antelope-folk rutting within a multi-hued aura. Another short way and he was tickling the Aphrodaisies, who giggled lustily at his touch, promising such delights should he pluck their flowers.

Satisfied that his fruits and herbs were nearly ready for a vigorous gathering, he made his way back to the tree. From there he eyed the massive, bulbous sacks hanging from its magically reinforced branches. Stirring within the thin membranes of the fleshy pods, figures prepared for a wholly unnatural birth.

These, he thought with a dark chuckle, these souls would be born to him through his otherworldly means. Doomed to harvest his garden and not enjoy a single moment of it... and when they were done and the fruits of the garden sold, they too would find themselves sold to the highest bidder in the Winterlands. If they were lucky, they would be slavish laborers for the rest of their lives. If not... well it was really best not to ponder what the Unseelie did.

'But what did it matter?' thought Y'toptapta. These weren't real people. They were simply the extracted reproductive essences of those that had stumbled into his garden! They were vessels of soulstuff yes, but they were never going to really be conscious or sentient... they just... damn, but he had been in this realm too long. The morals of such a place were as foreign to him as the sky is foreign to worms!

Disturbed by this unfamiliar wave of... what was it called again? Sympathy? BAH! ... he rushed back into his home. Immediately, he cast his eye upon the figure squatting in the corner, reading words traced in silver dust upon the floor. Words that shifted and changed without warning. This, he reassured himself, this was a real being. Something to be proud of.

"Rise Y'tanbi!" Y'toptapta commanded, unable to keep the joy from his voice, "your time is drawing near... the time for your true purpose to be revealed!"

He looked on in awe as Y'tanbi rose to his full height, towering over him by half-again. The single eye, sitting in the left socket, shone a bright pink against his slate grey face. A single full leg supported him, the other leg ending just below the hip, though this did not seem to prevent him from a normal stance. The same were his arms, the left full and strong, but the right extending scarcely past the shoulder. A single ear graced the left side of his head and the right side was near completely covered with thick, greasy brown hair that hung in clumps to his shoulders.

Stranger still, he possessed a ruff of feathers, all jet black and totally fixed in position, identical but much fewer than Y'toptapta's own. The entirety of the vision set the madly chuckling fey-beast afire with a perverse sense of paternal pride. He reached out with his one melted-looking hand and took hold of his progeny's slender, muscular trunk.

"Come out with me to the garden. You have studied enough symbols for now. I wish to show you what is beyond this canyon. If you grasp it well, then I will consider a lesson that is beyond this very world."

Y'tanbi nodded, his face holding no expression at all. Y'toptapta hopped out of the tree, still holding onto his offspring's trunk. Y'tanbi needed none of the speed which his maker was using. Merely a single step counted for two. He knew instinctively that it would be no challenge at all to outrun his parent. Still he followed, a curiosity born of the fey realm and young love eager to explore the bright world beyond his door.

Even now, he wondered what wonderful mischief he could cause with that world.