Tribes: Pilot Episode
Tribes
Hello again the wonderfully original and offbeat Ambigous here, this is tribes a story of power and growth, I don't know if this will sit well with you furry types but I have altered the original story as I did with the punishment game series, so this is the beggining episode, if you like it be sure to comment, if not then oh well
Must be eighteen or older to read, if your not then get lost and stop using your mum's computer to look at porn, you'll get arthritis and go blind
Tribes: Epilouge
"It all began with a push"
"Push Nyata Push!" A male warrior stood proudly before his wife who labored over the birth of his child. The warrior was a man by the name of Tomuk and he like many of his people were the last of a dying tribe called the Aru. The Aru were once noble warriors of the last great king's army. Though upon his death his army fractured and spread across his kingdom, each faction forming a group called a tribe, each tribe with it's own culture and it's own customs. The aru were masters of battle and war, they sough to regain their kingdom by conquering all the opposing tribes of the land. Theirs was a simplistic race, long feline tails sprouting from their bodies, with the claws and ears of a variety of cats. While not a full beast the Aru were ferocious like the beasts they embodied.
Tomuk was one such warrior who prided himself upon the art of battle as well as the art of socialization. Able to converse and communicate with other tribes, he found his wife Nyata who was originally of the nomadic Boka, a tribe that wandered the land as Gypsy entertainers bearing the appendages of the cunning fox. One day while stationed in Aru territory Tomuk happened upon Nyata who was performing a beautiful fire dance. Swayed by her allure Tomuk approached the strange woman.
After that it was history, as Nyata decided to leave her wandering tribe when they went to roam again and stay as an Aru wife to Tomuk. Three years later they were having their first child, unaware as to whether it would resemble a fox like it's mother or a proud jaguar like it's father, they were none the less as happy as they could ever be. After nine months of anticipation the day had finally arrived, during dinner Nyata went into labor, carrying her to her bed Tomuk made the preparations for the new delivery.
The Aru were a poor tribe unable to afford the modern convinces that some of the other tribes had all of their child birth were natural leading to a very high mortality rate in the children, it was said that only the strongest warriors who survive the birth would be allowed to become Aru. Tomuk however did not believe this, he believed every babe had the right to a life to decide what they wanted to do. Because of this he was different.
Back when the great king presided the people were all free to chose their fate. Though upon his death and the great divide people tended to fill slots left vacant by the previous regime. There were traders, merchants, pious faithful, anarchist hell raisers, Intellectuals and all kinds of tribe, all working under the sole idea that THEIR way was the right way. This was why Tomuk fought, he wanted equality only through battle could one determine their equality.
Nyata screamed in agony as she continued to try and deliver her baby, unaware that with each push fate drew closer and closer. Nyata's tribe the Boka were the close to pure freedom that any tribe could gain. Without a home the Boka were versed in many things but relied on entertainment to make their living. There was an unspoken rule among the tribes that each tribe would fill a niche and none would threaten that niche less they wanted to start a war. The boka understood this best, so when one of their own tribe members such as Nyata, fell in love or grew tired of entertaining they allowed them to defect at will, while other tribes did allow defectors it was not without price. The Snev, a totally religious tribe marked all who left as pariah, never able to return, sinners against their god. Other tribes would exclude a child as young as seven for not wanting to fill a certain niche. In a way this rule of Niches kept the world balanced, the tribes from warring but in another way it stood as an iron cage around each individual forced into it, for even the Boka were never truly free.
An hour had passed into the labor, as Tomuk sat and awaited anxiously for the arrival of his child, unsure whether they would be able to pursue a life of home making and child rearing as a daughter or become a proud warrior like their father as a son, even the child's sex would already determine their fate and lot in life. As Tomuk waited he remembered back to when the great king resided, and he was only just a child himself
Chapter 1: The Great Age
A small jaguar eared boy ran through the market streets of his home town heading towards the weapon shop for his first rite of passage, his first steps into becoming a man. As he browsed the selection a kindly old equine gentleman watched him, laughing at what it was like to be a young child again. "I want this one sir" Tomuk held up a rather heavy long sword and put up the price of the blade, but the man shook his head and grabbed a small dagger from the shelf
"This is more your size young lad, besides that blade is big enough to fall backwards and cut you, start small little soldier, then move up to the big swords, once you learn how to wield a sword you'll see that the talent lies in the warrior not the weapon" The old horse tailed man laughed as his wisdom showed, and reluctantly Tomuk took the dagger running back home to his father, who was a decorated soldier in the King's great army.
"What do you have there son?" Tomuk's father asked with interest as his son produced a small dagger with a tiny emerald in the hilt. "Ah a fine sword for a beginner, I see you went to the elder smith's, his apprentice shops would have tried to sell you a large sword for the price of a small one" The father chuckled and produced a long sword from it's sheath, many battle the blade had seen, much of his experience was sewn into it's handle. Beneath his helm lay the ears of a jaguar like his son, though through battle his tail had been severed.
"Now my son I will teach you the art of combat, and through that you will learn the art of defense, the only important thing you can learn in this lifetime is how to defend those around you, and those close to you" The father stood and pointed the tip of his well used blade at his son.
The father and son practiced for what seemed like hours before Tomuk's mother called him in for dinner, bowing to his father he ran inside sheathing the dagger into it's holder and hopping up to the table.
"So how as it Tomuk, did Papa teach you how to fight?" The mother asked, she wore the fur of a minx on her forearms and the bore the tail of one through her dress.
"No mother, Father taught me how to protect people, not how to hurt people" Tomuk smiled, his mother couldn't understand, being a soldier was about defending those you loved not killing those you hated.
"I see well I'm glad to know I have two strong men to defend me if something should ever happen" The mother laughed and doled out servings of meat and vegetables to her husband and son. The family ate together for the last time that night, as the age of prosperity would some come to a crashing end.
"Father will you let me hold you're blade some day?" Tomuk asked as his father tucked him into bed, getting ready to go on duty.
"Hm, when you prove that you have the ability to defeat a foe without using it, I will give it to you, until then stick with your dagger son, good night" The father kissed Tomuk farewell and bid his wife good night as he suited up in glistening white armor and made off towards the castle that stood in the center of their prosperous town.
That night Tomuk's father arrived to his post to find that all his priors had been slain, and beside them were the tracks of treason. "What the hell?" Tomuk's father followed the tracks into the castle and deeper into the throne room where he found the king slain in a pool of his own blood, beside him was his superior and captain of the kings military, a black dog by the name of Bolgurd.
"What have you done!?" Tomuk's father drew his blade and pointed it at Bolgurd who howled with laughter, unlike Tomuk and his father Bolgurd was a full beast called an Complete, while Tomuk and his father were only Partials.
"I have purged the world of this tolerance for those unwilling to work towards a common goal, of a human who was weak enough to allow people to chose to rot society by it's hinges. An era of peace is a Era of decay!" Bolgurd laughed loudly and then drew his blade a fine broadsword that could slice through solid stone easily.
"Fool traitor you've done nothing but seal your own fate" Tomuk's father charged Bolgurd who swiped his sword at his feet causing him to topple backwards.
"You are the fool, you can not stop what has been set into motion, those who laze about degrading the very society that accepts their laziness will be forced into action, there will be no unwanted life, every person be they Complete, partial, or otherwise will have a role to fill, a perfect working world where everyone strives in unison just to keep it maintained, doesn't that sound like utopia, my good friend?" Bolgurd leaned in bitting Tomuk's father on the nose.
"BASTARD YOU ARE NO FRIEND OF MINE!" Tomuk's father swung his sword and lopped off a part of Bolgurd's ear making him howl in pain then turn and gut Tomuk's father with his sword, twisting it to hear Tomuk's father scream in agony.
"THIS IS MY WORLD YOU HAVE NO PLACE IN IT YOU TRASH RELIC!" With a final cleave Bolgurd cut Tomuk's father in two leaving him dead next to his beloved king.
"People of Ale, the time has come to cast off the shackles of your king, you are free to do as you wish, as of this day the regime is ended" Bolgurd stood atop the castle and shouted to the heavens that the kingdom was now enshrouded in anarchy. A long awaited sleeping revolt suddenly sprang to life, ransacking the otherwise peaceful community, like a surprise epidemic.
"Oh no" Tomuk's mother ran outside to see the commotion as all hell broke lose in the small town. Fires started by hooligans and people screaming for help as the lawless ove eran the town, killing and stealing, raping and pillaging. "I have to run" Tomuk's mother spun around not to see her husband but a twisted bleeding wreck of a man being thrown about the floor of a castle.
"A vision.. or... an omen?" Tomuk's mother shivered running up the stairs to retrieve Tomuk from his bed. Wrapping him up in a blanket and holding him tight to her arms she fled her home.
"Mother what is happening?" Tomuk yawned his dagger still strapped to his side, though he was supposed to remove it, he couldn't bear to part with it.
"Nothing dear go back to sleep, please" Tomuk's mother lied and ran as hurried as she could manage holding her only treasure as close to her as possible. She came to a screeching halt when a group of anarchist cut her off, sending her and Tomuk toppling to the ground.
"Well well what have we here?" An anarchist spoke looking at the downed mother. "It seems we've got a late night treat eh boys, what say we get this party started right, all this screaming has gotten me excited" The one speaking had the head of a boar and the mouth of a swine, Two long glistening tusks curled around his upper lip. "Now woman we have a proposal for you" The anarchist snorted to his rat and jackal cohort.
The two grabbing Tomuk and restraining him to the ground, taking his dagger and holding it to his throat. "Do what we want or we kill the brat" They threatened Tomuk's mother gasping out and pleading they not harm her son.
"Okay then why don't you relieve some of this excitement that's been building up" The pig snorted and unzipped his pants revealing a long hard cock, that stank of god knows what. The smell was enough but the image of the dirty pig dick nearly made mother puke. "Oh not your style, well either get to sucking or we get to slitting!" The pig commanded taking mother's head and grabbing it. Moving her nose and lips closer to his vile cock mother looked at Tomuk who watched on in horror.
"You must protect the one's you love no matter the cost right Tomuk?" Mother asked taking a gulp and opening her mouth, slowly and nauseatingly sliding the slimy cock into her mouth, licking at it with her tongue and ignoring her watery eyes.
"NO THAT'S NOT WHAT IT MEANS STOP THAT MOMMA!" Tomuk screamed but was given a knee to the stomach to shut him up.
"Be quiet brat mommy's sucking me off like the whore she is" The big chortled and soon the rat pushed Tomuk aside into the Jackal's arms to get behind his mother and penetrate her nethers. "AH..... god damn Sal you scared me" The pig groaned as he continued to shove his cock down mothers throat, deeper and deeper until it was completely in her esophagus.
"Wow man this bitch is tight" The Rat laughed and lifted mother with just his erection bringing her suspend between the two cocks on deep in her vagina, the other shoved down her throat, her flailing becoming more and more consistent.
"Hey she looks like a roast on a spit she does!" The Jackal cackled loudly and the others agreed. "Maybe you should give er some special basting" He cackled again ribbing Tomuk. Though Tomuk could see what was happening struggling to scream out.
"STOP IT SHE'S CHOKING!" Tomuk managed to scream over the Jackal's laughter only to get the blade of his own dagger across his cheek.
"SHUT UP!... oh fuck this" The Jackal threw Tomuk aside, and ran towards the other two removing his pants and jumping onto mother.
"AH you idiot what the fuck?" The pig yelped the sudden pressure causing him to buckle, as was the rat.
"I want some dirty back door, fuck off" The Jackal applied his full weight and Mother's eyes widened as she sobbed softly and turned to looked Tomuk who sat watching horrified.
"Run"
That was all the look said as a sickening crack echoed into the night, and mother's body fell limp, her spinal chord broken from the pressure. "Ah damn it see what ya did, you broke our new toy... oh well she's still good for another three hours or so" The pig laughed and withdrew his bloodstained cock from mothers' throat leaving her to fall dead to the ground.
Tomuk took to his feet running as fast as he could, not looking where just running, and running, and running, where too though he was clueless he just wanted to run into nothingness.
A hand reached out and snagged a tearful Tomuk who thrashed and bit but then felt the gentle embrace of a good person. Opening his eyes he saw the elderly craftsman and his wife, who had escaped the raid narrowly. Seeing the tears in his eyes it was easy to see what had happened in not so many words. The couple gave each other a glance and pulled the sobbing young Tomuk into their arms smuggling him out of the town with a shipment of weapons quickly. Taking to the roads they headed for the closest town to warn them of the impending destruction that was sure to follow.
That's it, that's not the entire story at all but it's a good pilot, so tell me what ya think