Mating Day
Mating Day
The shrill whistle of a steam engine shatters the stillness of just after the breaking of first dawn. As Pele waits for her brother Pluto to join her in the sky a train arrives at a hill top station town over looking a forest under a winter's blanket of snow and over shadowed by majestic mountains. Under the fiery crimson gaze of Pele, rabbits bears, minks and other assorted furs disembark for the imposing hotel that seems to have been a small castle at some point.
In the fest hall, weary travels in the coats, pants and erstwhile attire of those on a hunting outing share space with males and females in leather armor and earthen robes as well as the local peasantry and crafts persons. One of the parties, a doe rabbit in winterized leathers like many thieves, scouts and other assorted rogues wear, a todd fox, also in leather but he looks like a professional soldier-alchemist rather than his servant whom he is fondling to her delight and a vixen whose semi-armored attire marks her as meandering sorceress, notes a strange wolf, black furred and gray eyed with red hair who wears a greatcoat over a shirt of mail with leather breeches, but armed only with a long bow that looks somewhat reinforced and a mighty sickle hanging from his belt and discuss him amongst themselves. Not just him but their reasons for being here.
"I understand that the warriors of the region disdain guns as too noisy," the harlequin rabbit doe says to her companions. "But why a sickle? There's gotta be a better back up than that.'
"Well, Lorelei," the vixen coos as she eyes the wolf lustfully. "If my training is correct that Ranger is a Guardian, he's kind of a druidic warrior as the war bow and sickle are part of their standard issue equipment. Right, Tobias, my dear brother?"
"Right, Sorcha," Tobias says in response. "Only the Guardian are allowed the war bow and the sickle is to show their allegiance to the druids. Although I'd love to know what's with the the Ishtar lanterns."
The girls giggle as the place does feature an abundance of glowing red glass Saint Valentine's hearts.
"I understand it's a tradition for a local pagan holiday," Lorelei relates as she rubs Tobias's groin. "They call it 'Mating Day' and it's supposed to be a time of couples getting for special times."
"And no, brother," Sorcha says with a smirk, "it doesn't just mean fucking your slave as if you were a male rabbit. Although I'd like to do that with yon wolf. It also means romantic meals, cuddling and other tokens of affection."
"Well," Tobias says with a smirk. "You may get the chance. The Grand Hunt is tomorrow and Rangers like him will be hunting us as we hunt the beasts."
"You and the Grand Hunt!" Sorcha fumes. "What is it about Dullahan men that you need trophies for the castle?"
"Um, Master Toby," Lorelei says nervously. "I think we've been spotted. And one of the parties is making me nervous. Are Xyzzavvans common to the region?"
"Xyzzavva is a dark god unwelcome almost everywhere," Tobias growls. "His followers are cannibals. Which is part and parcel with his worship. Where do you see..."
"The pigs, brother," Sorcha whispers. "I just noticed them myself. They've been eying ups for awhile."
A team of five lean and attractive pigs, three males and two females, are sharpening meat cleavers and watching the foxes and bunny hungrily.
"We also have the wolf to worry about," Tobias reasons. "Or maybe that's just me, I'm sure he'd be more interested in other things with the two of you."
"Don't even joke!" Sorcha growls. "Although, it could be interesting. We've played with each other enough times, Lorelei."
"we certainly have, Mistress," Lorelei giggles in agreement.
A doe deer serving wench is immediately set upon when she arrives nervously at the pigs' table. The rest of the room watches in horror as they hack up her body and devour her alive. While they can't act, the rangers, mostly wolves but a couple of bears and wolverines as well, look at each other and nod; the pigs are marked for elimination as soon as possible.
When the screams die down, some moans can be barely heard. One of the wolves, the same one the foxes were discussing earlier and was watching them, smirks as he watches Tobias attempt to contain himself. Lorelei had dove under the table when the pigs grabbed the deer and has yet to return.
Sorcha looks embarrassed as she finishes her waffles and sausage a little more quickly now and then makes her way in the general direction of the suite of rooms she is to share with brother and his slave for the weekend. But when she does, two of the pigs, a male and a female follow her as well as the wolf. In the natural baths beneath the castle hotel which are provided for all the cannibals make their move.
Among the amenities that Castle Sojourn Hostel provides are hot and cold baths with optional mineral salts. Cult members of Xyzzavva have other uses for the baths, like drowning a pink haired red vixen for dessert. The dress code here is nudity but that is no deterrent to the pigs who have a variety of pleasures on their minds.
The female tackles Sorcha and holds her down with the vixen's muzzle trapped in the sow's pussy while the male shoves his prick in the fox girl's cunny. Hoping it will save her life, Sorcha gives the sow oral sex as she has had Lorelei give her so many times and while she moans and roughly gropes the vixen's breasts she gives every intention that this is meant as a smothering attack as her male counterpart rapes the victim. Savagely fucking his next meal neither he nor his female companion notice the wolf behind them pick up a towel and roll it in such a way as if to use it as a garrote.
After wetting said towel to get it firmer the wolf starts to strangle the male with it. Her male ally's face turning purple is the first indication that something's wrong and when she sees the wolf the pig girl squeals before getting up and off of the vixen to run but the males is almost dead anyway so she doesn't exactly get much of a head start when the wolf gives chase. The vixen gets up slowly and decides to watch the wolf rather than fleeing.
The wolf pounces the pig in one of the shallow pools for wading as it's only waist deep. He holds her in a modified Boston crab wrestling hold with her head underwater. Deciding to give her the same kind of sexual demise she had in mind for the vixen the wolf begins to fuck the pig while he drowns her. Sorcha begins to masturbate as she watches the execution in process. Fondling her own breasts as well as the wolf pounds piggy pussy with his prick gets him off as he savagely fucks his prey. Bubbles on the surface reverberate with the dying moans of the pig as it seems this method of assassination amuses her.
He howls after climaxing in the expired sow while Sorcha finds herself compelled to be kneeling and licking her lips. After wresting his cock from the corps he wades out of the pool and over to Sorcha who helps herself to his member, suckling him lustily. The wolf just smiles and caresses her head and keeps her hair from her face as she performs fellatio.
Sorcha's body bears markings that many assume to be elaborate tribal tattoos but some know differently. Early on she discovered her magical powers which invariably caused the marking to appear. This frightened her at first until she met a nymph on one of her brother's hunting trips who helped finish her training as well as becoming a lover until a priest of the Inquisition murdered her for being a fey.
The wolf knows full well what he markings mean as he smiles at her. When his knot deflates leaving a still hard phallus he needs no further explanation as he backs the vixen against the wall and begins to fuck her too. But while he was rough with the pig, the vixen is treated far more tenderly.
Sorcha moans as the wolf is so gentle in loving her, and the fact that he is suckling at her sensitive breasts is only fueling her lusty fire in wanting more from him. For his part the wolf is treating her with some respect as he ravages her. Sorcha wraps her body around his and lets him do what he wants to her.
In the reflection of the water Sorcha perceives her old tutor, the nymph whose beauty captured her and made her think she was a lesbian at first but by the time they left she discovered all the joys of sex. Niagra smiles and winks to her pupil as Sorcha's faerie marks begin to glow a pale green. Telepathically the spirit converses with her student.
"You found him, Sorcha," Niagra coos. "I told you to seek out Phelan Mahoney and offer yourself to him..."
"I'm fucking Phelan?" Sorcha asks incredulously. "Did you pull some strings from the other side, Niagra?"
"No, silly," Niagra giggles. "But it looks like that vision I gave you was a little more accurate than most."
"Ya, think?" Sorcha giggles. "If he's like this with all fey touched like me, I'd like to try and be his mate or his slave."
"I'm not sure if his order allows for mates." Niagra says crestfallen.
"I'll have to make sure I catch you tomorrow, Miss Vixen," Phelan says as he finishes inside of Sorcha. "I'm Phelan Mahoney."
"A true pleasure to meet you, Master Mahoney," Sorcha says with some admiration. "I am Sorcha Dullahan. Thank you for rescuing me from the cannibals."
"You are quite welcome," Phelan says evenly. "You trained with Niagra before she was murdered by the Inquisition did you not?"
"Yes," Sorcha sighs dejectedly. "She told me to find you before she was killed. I offer you my body in exchange for protection."
"You are not a Witch yet," Phelan says sternly. "But I know from a sending Niagra sent me in a dream that you were on your way. As a Guardian and a Knight of the Seelie Court I am honor bound to accept. I just have to make
sure I keep you alive through the hunt and present you to the council when it next convenes."
"I can stop running?" Sorcha asks.
"The Inquisition has no authority here." Phelan states. "The only question now is when do I take you?"
"The hunt's not until tomorrow, Phelan," a lady wolverine in druid robes calls. "I do hope you had a good reason for getting an early pair of kills."
"Rescuing me, elder," Sorcha says somberly.
"Fey touched," the druid observes. "Not that the cannibals care. How much training have you had?"
"I was Niagra's last student," Sorcha says with her muzzle pointed down in shame. "I was the reason..."
"No, the inquisition had been tracking her for a while child," the druid says comfortingly as she puts a hand on her shoulder. "But this does present a quandary. I know that your training is more or less compete. Your dedication ceremony was never performed due to inquisition arrogance. We can't do a dedication until after the Hunt, but we have been expecting you."
"My brother is a hunter," Sorcha says in an explanatory tone. "I was going to look for Phelan as an excuse to be here. Now that I found him I'm not sure how to proceed. I wasn't expecting this so soon. Not that I'm complaining mind you but I don't know what I'm doing now."
"Well," the druid says wistfully. "We are gearing up form Mating Day today and since Phelan is a Guardian and thus not supposed to have a mate, he mates with whatever female strikes his fancy. So we'll just put this down to his garnering himself a mate in preparation for the holiday that necessitated his killing a couple of pigs who wanted to eat her."
"Certainly plausible, Moira," Phelan says. "Where do we go from here?"
"You take her to your cave, silly!" Moira stats emphatically. "Just make sure you tie her up and put a slave collar on her before you go hunting. That way she can be recognized as property if someone finds her from our side. She can even be bait for the hunters."
"Will I have to take the collar off later?" Sorcha asks as she fondles Phelan's scrotum. "I'd like to keep mating with him after the hunt."
"Your dedication ceremony will take care of that."Moira says in an amused tone. "Phelan will become your cowen. Sexual attraction both is and isn't a requirement. In all but name you'll be made mates. We encourage such a relationship but if it doesn't work out it doesn't work out."
The cannibal pigs that were killed are taken away by the druids who make the announcement of their deaths in the fest hall which naturally causes a stir. Many of the hunters, Tobias included, protest that it's a little early for the rangers to start their interference. Although Tobias is quickly placated by the fact that it was his sister that was rescued, but surprisingly the pigs just shrug it off as the will of their dark god and his attitude that it's an eat or be eaten world.
As a kind of compensation the druids open the normally locals only Mating Day festivities to any hunter willing to participate and then the guidelines, there are no true rules to this thing, are read:
Copulation between sentients only. Bestiality is strongly discouraged to the point of disqualification of a sort for the sentients involved.
No Snuffing (this is directed especially to the Xyzzavvans) as it's called Mating Day for a reason. It's a day for carnal, not carnage, pursuits.
All orientations are respected. The Druids and Rangers simply don't care if you're straight, bi or gay as long as your claiming another person for sexual purposes it's allowed.
Consent is required. No raping allowed.
Tobias and other slave owners are told their servants are to be given freedom to mate with others if they choose to participate today. Others may choose to refrain but Tobias agrees although Lore thinks she will go looking for the wolf she saw earlier. With all that said and done, Mating Day starts and Lorelei heads for the baths in hopes that the wolf is still there.
Her hopes are fulfilled as Phelan is there attended by Sorcha. But before she can go and fulfill a fantasy of hers she has to deal with Moira. Sorcha vouches for her as she knows what's in the bunny's head and willing to play along.
Although Moira has her own ideas and intentions on the rabbit first. Lorelei just grins and lets the wolverine feel her up to start with before moving on into more heavy petting. Sorcha smirks and coos as Phelan fondles her.
Laying down in front of Phelan, Lorelei and Moira lick each others pussies which more or less helps initiate Phelan's lust. Sorcha goes down on Phelan while Moira uses cucumbers and zucchini as dildos on herself and Lorelei as Lore watches Phelan mostly with great intent. Moira starts to suckle Lorelei's tits while still using cucumbers in her pussy which gets Lore even more randy.
After getting the bunny all hot and bothered Moira releases her, or perhaps unleashes her is a better term, to pounce Phelan as a bear walks in. The cucumber may have been fun but Lorelei, her pussy especially, is craving wolf cock. Sorcha and Moira laugh as Lorelei impales herself with the gusto her species is renowned for.
The bear, a traveling mercenary ranger called Fenryx, takes Moira's bosom into his grip and starts to fondle which causes the wolverine to reciprocate with his naughty bits. Once hard, Fenryx and Moira retire to one of the warmer pools as Sorcha hangs off of Phelan's back. Lots of splashing goes on as both couples mate with wild abandon.
"Whenever you're ready to go after filling the bunny," Sorcha whispers in Phelan's ear. "I have a technique Niagra taught me I've been waiting to try out for some time now."
Phelan just nods as his knot begins to form. Sorcha rubs her tits against his back as he moans in pleasure. As he gets harder his knot inflates more and more making it that much more difficult to fade and thrust.
Both canines wag their tails as the male does his best to pound bunny pussy. Eventually their tails entwine as Phelan's knot traps his phallus in Lorelei's vagina. Lorelei moans in ecstasy as she waits to be filled with cum.
Phelan howls his climax as he fills up the eager bunny pastry with his special cream. For her part Lorelei wears a stupid grin and floats in the pool like a sex doll. Under her breath she voices a quiet and almost inaudible prayer of thanksgiving to Ishtar for being so good to her.
When she leaves the baths, Lorelei doesn't bother to get dressed which turns out to only invite trouble. One of the remaining pig males grabs from behind and drags her off. In a secluded section that was probably the dungeons Lorelei is reunited with her master who is nude and stretched out upon the rack.
Tobias is fully conscious as his body is feeling a whole lot of painful pleasure as the surviving sow rides his pole. Lorelei is suspended from the ceiling by her wrists but is kept at a height where both males can rape her. After he is freed from the rack, Tobias is forced to kneel and rim the female as her brothers scrape butcher knives on Lore's sides to ensure his compliance.
The pigs make the prisoners painfully aware of what they have done to these chambers. Implements of torture and execution abound and not all of them are medieval. One of the more modern consists of a canister of enchanted glass that is strong as steel but still see through.
In the canister is a brown furred wolf and a lady cheetah. Both of them wear not a stitch of clothing and are busy feeling each other, mostly because its too narrow for either one to go down on the other. They also look as if they are under some sort of spell as they are oblivious to everything around them save the lust they have for each other.
When the males gets hard enough the female impales herself along his length as the chamber starts to fill with water. The cheetah wraps herself around his body as the wolf licks and suckles her tits. Fucking as they float the victims are suspended in the flooded chamber while the pigs laugh and snicker as they light a bonfire under the canister.
Tobias is suspended by his wrists and sucked it hardness by the female as they both watch the wolf and cheetah go at it. Behind them the two males rape Lorelei in tandem with each one taking a hole in her nether region and filling it with his prick. Once he is hard enough again, the female again rides him as the watch the other victims enjoy each others bodies in the heating water.
One of the three must be a dark mage because vegetables and seasonings fly into the soup as the wolf and cheetah continue to fuck each other. Eventually a lid is levitated in place as the chamber fills with water. Then a weird thing happens.
A spiked iron bar materializes slightly in, out and through the glass cylinder, several of them in fact. Slowly they pierce the pair inside, whose faces register desperation and pleasure as they drown while still yiffing, in a few key locations and hold them in place. Another pair of spiked poles rise from the floor of the cylinder to spear their tail holes.
Skewered by the poles entering their tail holes the three pigs giggle at their victims and fuck the dying cat and dog before the ends of poles egress through their mouths. The whole process is slow, methodical and thoroughly sickening as it horrifies Tobias and Lorelei, who are forced to watch, even as it delights the pigs. Like a twisted rotisserie the whole chamber turns to fully display their grizzly handiwork.
After witnessing such a dark spectacle, Tobias and Lorelei can only speculate what is in store for them. They don't have long to wait to find out as after the wolf and cheetah are butchered for meat and devoured it's their turn. While the methods of their execution will differ they will be murdered more or less together.
Tobias has his arms bound behind him and is stood on a hangman's platform. After the female pig puts on an executioner's hood on her head as her only clothing she secures the noose around his neck and massages his cock into hardness one last time. Upon mounting her doomed dildo she hits the switch which opens the trap door and rides him to death by strangulation as the noose and drop only cracks; not breaks; his neck.
Lorelei is strapped into a guillotine with an O-ring gag fitted to her mouth for what the brothers intend for her. One pig sticks his prick in her tail hole while the other forces her to suck him off. As the one climaxes he releases the blade and once she is decapitated the one she was suckling does a little dance with her head still on his shaft as the other two pigs guffaw.
Sorcha wants to say good bye to her brother so she and Phelan try to track him down. They catch the dance of doom and get incensed. A look between them is all it takes to seal the fates of the pigs.
The pigs are into dinner theater, eh? Well, the ranger and his witch have a show for the evil pigs. One they'll remember for the rest of their lives.
Quietly Sorcha enchants two of Phelan's arrows with exploding runes. Two head shots later and the dungeon floor has a new coat of paint in blood and brains. It's then the female stops laughing and starts screaming.
Fortunately for the wolf and his vixen the factors that made the dungeons so attractive to the pigs makes it easy to dispatch them without fear of being interrupted. Suspended from her wrists the pig watches with a smirk as Phelan sharpens his sickle as Sorcha waxes his rod. Holding their victim steady for the sexecution Sorcha eats the piggy out while Phelan sticks his prick in her tail hole.
Almost mechanically the wolf takes the pig. This isn't love or even lust but a show of power. The pig taunts them as they go through the motions and calls them meat and cowards who won't get away with this.
Neither canid speaks to their victim as they go to work on her. Sorcha takes a spare sickle and harvests the pig girl's breasts before she opens up her abdomen to spill out her intestines and uses them to perform divination.
Phelan uses his sickle to harvest her head and finishes her off.The remains of the unnamed wolf and cheetah boiled to death and drowned as well as Tobias and Lorelei are sent to be given proper burials. While the pigs become meat for the dedication ceremony that is held after the Grand Hunt has ended. During the Hunt neither Phelan nor Sorcha leave Phelan's cave, they meditate together naked with magical techniques as well as sex tricks Niagra taught Sorcha sustaining the pair throughout the weekend.
Anyone who would look in on the pair, which would be fellow rangers and druids as Sorcha put an illusionary wall over the entrance so they wouldn't be disturbed, would see the vixen wrapped around her wolf in such a way that it's obvious that they are connected. Beyond breathing there is no movement but both have their eyes closed and smiles on their faces. It's not obvious but Sorcha's inner walls are working on Phelan's Phallus all the time they are meditating as they are in mental communion.
What Niagra never got around to telling Sorcha is that with the right male this method is sure to get her pregnant. But this is one reason she sent Sorcha to Phelan so he could sire pups and continue his line with folfs. Sorcha herself, if she had this knowledge, wouldn't have cared much as she likes Phelan and becoming a mother is something she wanted to do anyway and Phelan is a male she sees as a good potential poppa.