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A little Intro to the Sun Tribe, the main antagonist in the Bluemoon Comic.

Please check out the official webcomic at http://www.furaffinity.net/user/bluemoontribe

Art by http://www.furaffinity.net/user/hashire/

As always comments are always welcomed!

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The ancient werewolf clicked his claws impatiently on his stone throne, flaring his nostrils fed up with waiting.

"Balgadis!" he roared facing the gray wolf

"Yes my liege" he answered promptly with a bow to his chieftain.

"My messengers tell me the hunt master has arrived at the docks over an hour ago." he said calmly but his words felt like they could cut stone.

Balgadis shakily answered "That's correct m'lord".

The massive werewolf simply stared at the pitiful wolf as if he was expecting more of an answer, but he eerily waited, coiling his paw around the chain tied to his sex slave that had given up the hope of freedom a long time ago.

The wolf cleared his throat "I should go check up on them!" he stammered suddenly very afraid for his life.

"Would you~" the chieftain said with mock sweetness, the gray wolf scampered away almost tripping over himself not wanting to be told twice. The chieftain sighed and rubbed his temple, he was cursed with ineptitude. His people had grown fat and complacent life on this island was too easy.... if only he could invade the coast the thrill of conquest would shape them up... that and the rape n' pillage of those tribes that dared opposed him. An evil grin sweep across his face, he could see it now.. the faces of those mystics as he had his way with them. Each so prim and proper and most of all arrogant, but that would soon change when he had them under begging for mercy. He stirred feeling his excitement grow he yanked on the slave chain.

The white cat fell forward as the chain yanked her collar with enough force to knock her over. She gazed up at her captor. The depraved look in his eyes said more than enough. She knew what she had to do, she carefully and pitifully stood. The rattling chains a constant reminder of her imprisonment, she placed herself between his legs gingerly pulling the loincloth to one side. Werehouz looked down at the sorrowful feline slave and delivered a firm backhand for her hesitance. She swallowed her tears and wasted no time in pressing her muzzle into his musky sheath "forgive me m'lord" she sniffled.

The werewolf snorted unmoved "get to work wench". The white cat was already pressing her muzzle on the wolf's sheath as it had beaten into her many times how to please her master. She coaxed his erection sweetly, cupping his balls while her mouth pressed on the opening. Her shy tongue poking into it's musky depths . Werehouz stirred contently, the slave finally attending to his male needs as she should. The cat had to place both her paws on his sheath to stroke his impressive girth, working it as best she could to get his manhood up.

It wasn't to long before she was rewarded, the red canine cock practically sprang out her. The slave dragged her tongue over his shaft while she reached down and spread her pussy, hating how wet she was.. but she had been trained to 'want him'. She slipped a finger in, causing her to moan into his cock drooling on the fat prick. She continued to push her finger in and out of her now dripping petals. Her mouth sucking as best she could but she would never be able to take that entire monster in her maw, her paw would have to do the trick.

Werehouz looked down at the insignificant slave, smiling silently to himself. How much had she changed, when he collared her himself she was so proud and defiant... She actually had the gall to spit in his face. Normally the werewolf would have killed anybody that did such a thing, but she was special. A priest of the whitemoon tribe, certinally a rare gem... as far as slaves go. So he gave her a fate worst than death, he made her his personal servant. He beat obedience into her, she resisted at first naturally. They always did. But despite appearances werehouz was a patient one. Grinding her down til their was nothing left, she probably couldn't even remember her real name. All she existed for now... was to please her master.

Balgadis entered the King's Hall abruptly not wanting to upset his lord anymore than he had. Practically dragging the huntmaster behind him. The gray wolf stopped in his tracks seeing the salve lewdly sucking off the werewolf.

"uh M'lord?" he gulped.

"Yes? Out with it, you little worm" he snarled growing tired of Balgadis sniveling demeanor.

"huntmaster Tonte has arrived as you requested" Balgadis said nervously waving in the direction of the Minotaur that he brought.

"What is this?" barked Werehouz, the sudden yell making the save working his cock wince reflectively. Balgadis looked confused, his eyes darting between the huntmaster and the chieftain "M'lord its the huntmaster..." his words cut short as he was suddenly was covering his face gripped with pain.

Werehouz has just about enough of Balgadis for one day, he was lucky he hadn't thrown that rock harder.

"Tonte is it?" Werehouz asked calmly, the minotaur was too busy watching the gray wolf crawl away. But turned to meet his chieftain's gaze "Yes m'lord. Huntmaster Tonte at your call" he bowed. The werewolf rested his paw on the slut still doing her best to please him. Her sultry moans could be heard all through out the halls as well as the sounds of her finger sliding in and out of her cunny.

Tonte couldn't help but get distracted watching the slave enjoying herself in the chief ten's lap. "And correct me if I'm wrong... Tonte" his voice with such disdain when saying his name "A hunt master's job is to bring fresh new slaves to the tribe, right?". The minotaur nodded clenching his teeth, knowing what would follow would not be enjoyable.

"Then where are my new slaves?!" he snarled slamming his fist on his stone throne. The slave jumped out of the way as werehouz rose from his seat and stomped his way to the minotaur frozen in fear. "This is your third unsuccessful raid. You take advantage of my benevolence Tonte" hissed Werehouz towering over the Minotaur.

"but m'lord its not my fault! We have raided all the villages on the coast... we can't venture too deep" the bull back peddled. The backhand came swiftly, the blow knocking him on his tail. "You worm... You dare come back empty handed, spouting excuses like some sorry cub still sucking on his mother's teat!" he snarled with murder in eyes.

"Forgive me! One more chance! That's all I need!". The werewolf watched the bull try to scram to his feet, only to be met with kick "No... I'm getting my slave today... even if that means its you" he grinned wickedly, as he pulled off the rest of his leather loincloth tossing it aside. Werehouz still fully erect from earlier. Tonte shook his head, but soon found that angry red canine dick shoved in face "Now suck, you little faggot". The bull shivered, finally noticing the blood dripping from his nose, wiping it away he realized if he wanted to live he would have to do as he was told. And he did. Tonte nervously leaned forward, his tongue peeking out to meet his chieftain's cock. The musk was overpowering, strangely intoxicating. Soon his lips formed a seal around the thickness, his reluctant tongue licking underneath the werewolf prick.

Werehouz looked down at his new slave shyly sucking him off, a bit to slow for his taste. He grabbed the former huntmaster by the horns and forces him down his pulsing cock. The bull flailed but Werehouz held fast "Don't act like you didn't want my cock. you whore" he growled bucking his hips. The cock was pushed down the male's throat making him gag and all Tonte could do, was drool as his maw was fucked.

Finally the werewolf pulled off the now submissive male's snout, the bull gripped his throat as he gasped for precious air. "I'm going to mount you like a brood bitch in front of the entire tribe, Tonte" Werehouz purred, circling the bull. Eyes full of fear glanced up, but all he see was that monster looming over him, to paralyzed to speak he shamefully got on all fours shivering. It was said that Werehouz the demon blessed by Ares god of war could make anyone submit with a simple stare, Tonte now knew it was true.

The bull pulled aside his leather armor so he could raise his tail for his chieftain. A hard 'thwack' filled the King's hall as werehouz firmly spanked the bull "It seems you can do something right!" he jeered as the rest of the tribe howled obscenities that made the Minotaur's face flush red. The chieftain grabbed the slut's hips and worked himself into position, his throbbing dick was slowly pushed into the other male. He wanted to give his men a good show after all. The searing hot wolf meat filled his tail, the bull bleated in protest. Only to earn a painful slap to the back of his head.

"tsk, beg for it! Beg You filthy bitch!" the werewolf sneered as he began to pick up his pace. His hips crashing into the bull's firm flank, their heavy balls slapped against each other. The bull's tongue hung from the side of his maw as his tailhole was violated. "I want.... I want your dick M'lord! Fuck me!" he moaned with tears rolling down his cheek because he wasn't lying. Everyone could see the bull's cock fully aroused, swinging wildly underneath.

"You might be a failure as a huntmaster, but at least you're a tight fuck!" he roared to the amusement of the crowd. With elbows bent the bull raised his firm ass into the air so his chieftan could go deeper. With each thrust from the powerful werewolf, his body lunges forward until he had to fold his arms to keep his face on the ground. The werewolf howled, slapping his new slave on his backside, the pulsing dick making the bull ache with desire. Tonte couldn't believe how much he was moaning from the feel of another male inside him. He dishonorably grabbed his equine dick and stroked it. His hand easily slide up and down the slick length covered in precum. Werehouz laughed seeing the needy bitch touch himself.

"So, you do enjoy having your male cunt stuffed".

Tonte cried and moaned in protest but he couldn't stop from stroking his own cock, he knew it was only a matter of minutes before he climax from being violated. A feral growl cut through his moans as Werehouz began to really crash his hips into the slutty bull. They were both on the edge of climax, and the closer they got... werewolf's movements only became more and more cruel. The huntmaster was barely able to keep his body lifted from the continued abuse. But just as he was about to pass out from the mix of pain and pleasure (more so pain), Werehouz let out a guttural howl that echoed the chamber and finally released. the pulsing cock shot searing hot ropes of cum deep inside him. The cum dripped from his tail as Tonte's muscles contract, roughly milking the fat wolf meat for every drop. The bull bellowed as he also climaxed, the sensation of being filled too much for him to handle. The cock spurt wildly, splashing his cum all over the floor.

Tonte finally collapsed in a puddle of the heated mating. Werehouz pushed himself off the minotaur leaving Tonte beaten and spent... panting trying to recover. The chieftan walked away without a word, he grabbed the chain of his slave and yanked her along making his way to his chambers. Tonte watched him go, sighing quietly to himself hoping that the worst was over. When suddenly the werewolf looked over his shoulder "From now on Tonte, you're going to be a tribe slut for use by anyone for their own enjoyment" he paused grinning evilly "And after every single male in this room has had their fill of bull ass take him to the shamans, for feminization". The bull flailed hearing that sentence, but within moments the rest of the pack descended on Tonte and held him down. It was their turn...

Werehouz roared trashed about his chambers, the slave sat in her corner glad not to be the center of his ire. Another unsuccessful hunt, were his subordinates trying to test his patience? He clicked his claws and paced the room. So much failure made him look weak and weakness was the one vice not allowed in the Sun Tribe. A knock came from the door, the werewolf scowled only to be rewarded with another knock.

"What is it!?" he rumbled ready to bash what ever poor fool had decided to test his foul mood. The visitor stepped in gingerly, making sure to mind her manners in the presence of a irritated werewolf.

"Bones." Werehouz sighed taking a seat "for your sake, you best not disappoint me"

The Ram girl rested her hands on her hips and cocked a smile while her bare stomach displayed her trademark jolly roger fur pattern which attributed to her nickname. "Well m'lord then I hope to not disappoint" she purred seductively and snaked her way to chair, placing herself on his arm rest. The werewolf didn't move, still far from impressed.

"We just received a tip on a new village, fat and ripe for pillaging" she continued her sweet tone, dragging her tongue along his ear. She knew what he liked, and besides it was easier to deal with him like this.

He raised a brow "Go on."

"a small fishing village near the coast, plenty of workers for the forge and twice as many boys and sluts for the kennels." She paused and coyly "Aren't you impressed now?"

"Well, you aren't bleeding" he snorted.

She chuckled and wrapped her arms around his neck, gently placing kisses along his neck. "I'll take it as a good sign then" she whispered sweetly, but knew he would have made good on that threat had her news been anything less than 'impressive'.

"We'll need a new hunt master, Tonte is going to be a little busy." he chortled

Her paw had begun to caress his firm chest "oh I have someone in mind actually.... Bruce get in here!".

And like clockwork the horse proudly presented himself, tired of waiting outside. Bruce ran his fingers through his black mane calmly gazing at the others.

Werehouz instantly sized up the other male, it wasn't often that the werewolf met people who weren't instantly terrified at his very presence. He could sense none. And in the ancient chieftain's experience men like that were destined for greatness or fated to die a reckless death. Neither of which mattered to Werehouz, as long as he got what he wanted (and he generally did). "Well, Bruce I do hope you fare better than your predecessor" he snickered.

The stallion smirked and bowed "I won't disappoint, M'lord". The Werewolf made a note of his cocky attitude.

Bones stirred on her chieftain's body pressing her breast him "Hmm he has proven to be a cunning fighter in the pits, easily besting opponents twice his size" she purred.

Werehouz smirked "Very well, Huntmaster Bruce. Prepare a crew, you leave in three days. Now begone" he commanded. The stallion was the first one out, wanting nothing else to do with the werewolf. Bones followed shortly but was stopped shortly before reaching the doorway.

"Bones, you've done well. I think you've earned a night with my personal slave" he cackled, the white feline began to tremble pitifully looking at the ram girl.

"Oh? Is that so? Then I think I'll start now" she grinned and slipped out her top. Werehouz leaned back and gripped his sheath in preparation for the show. He licked his chops.

"Well then little one... where should I begin" she grinned cracking her knuckles.