Lust in the Tropics
Lust in the Tropics
Disclaimer: All persons, locations and situations depicted in this story are fictitious and copyrighted to Michael T. Schell 2009 and used with his permission; any similarity to persons and locations in reality are purely coincidental.
A canine in the remains of black leather armor washes up on a beach with stone tikis up and down its length. The dog or wolf is red furred with a fiery mane of red, blond and orange hair and black markings like those of a tiger, rabbit and fox. Aquamarine eyes open in the natural black mask of a coon but whose muzzle has the tell tale black mark of a German Shepherd and whose face is framed by tiger stripes in a formation much like a gun site.
Black gloves mark his hands which struggle to raise himself from the sandy beach. Black socks marks his plantigrade feet that he is trying to rise to. He grabs what look to be his boots and what appears to be a pair hook swords, like those normally found in the hands of martial artists and lazily wags his black and red ringed tail, a definite dog or wolf's tail with the black and red rings like one would find on a tiger or a raccoon, and manages to get under a palm tree before collapsing.
The pirate doesn't know it yet but his passage has been observed by multiple sets of eyes. A vixen kahuna in a topless hula outfit is one of them, green furred with purple hair and orange eyes with white markings of waves on her upper arms and tikis on her thighs; she is curious as to who he is and why he is here. Cannibals with their ever present hunger constitute another set of eyes but these pigs see him only as a slab of meat waiting to be claimed.
Kalypso, the Kahuna, a kind of tribal witch who uses magic to honor the gods and the spirits as well as serve her own needs, directs an iguanodon to drag the stranger to her hut on the outskirts of one of the many villages in this island chain. She also has a velociraptor act as sentry while the other dinosaur does as she bade it to. While al this is being done she alights his body with purple faerie fire which will not harm him but it will keep the cannibal pigs at bay for now.
In the little grass shack Kalypso strips the wolf nude and ties him to posts on the floor for protection. Guardian tikis have their eyes alight as dusk settles on the land while she works on him physically, cleaning his body and attending what few injuries he has. The male gets morning wood without waking and she decides to take advantage of this as partial payment for her efforts and as a way of getting to know him.
She performs a quick ritual to keep him sleeping while she does what she wants. As she impales herself along his length she is getting ready to go into trance so she can perform some divination magic with the big dog dick between her legs acting as kind of focal point for this type of sex magic. She rides his pole to enter his mind and his dreams, to learn his name and give him her own.
His name is Rembrandt Magellan Napoleon Duncan Emilio Bastylle and he is a pirate, a ranger and an explorer. Kalypso almost fell off his phallus when she learned he was a pirate, a scoundrel but not a villain which calmed her fears. the fact that he is here seeking knowledge, possibly sex if he can get it which causes her to smirk, as his treasure and not gems or idols that other greedy furs have sought fills her heart with pride that her decision to rescue him was a good one.
Her initial curiosity having been sated, Kalypso goes a little deeper as her knot starts to inflate of its own accord. She investigates his preferences and is almost blushes when she finds out how much he fantasizes about vixens. Kalypso sighs and gets smiles at this knowledge compiled with the fact that what she's doing to him right now, and if their positions were reversed, only further cultivatinga desire for his company.
His religious beliefs are only slight different than her own she is pleased to learn, as the knot continues to inflate with her doing nothing to stop it, and he has training in casting spells, not as extensive as her own but still there. When his knot fully inflates and physically traps her as she perches on top of him Kalypso almost wishes she were in full heat. She fucks Rembrandt in his dream state as well timing the sequence in dream time so that both selves cum as one.
In the morning Remmy has wood again but is fully awake and no longer restrained with Kalypso fully nude besides him. Remmy teases her labia with his cock as helps himself to her tits; waking her in the process. Kalypso is far from angry as she spreads herself and invites Remmy to enter her again.
Kalypso gasps in pleasure as Rembrandt takes her up on her open invitation and gently presses his phallus past the lips of her labia while still suckling at her tits. She was the aggressor last night but this morning Kalypso is very submissive to her wolf and enjoying every moment of it. Once finished giving her another load of his semen the pair cook breakfast, consisting of eggs from the chickens she has roaming around her hut and a compilation of animal, dinos mostly, parts, spices and other ingredients to make of scrapple for them to consume as an archeopteryx flies with a summons from the council of elders.
Rembrandt and Kalypso agree that since he is probably one of reason for the summons and that he should go with her to the village. Because of the session they had last night, Kalypso trusts Rembrandt enough to return his weapons to him. It's actually a good thing she did as an allosaurus attacks them not long after they leave.
Something about the carnosaur doesn't feel right to Remmy who fights defensively for about a minute to observe its reactions. Of course the acid loogie it spits out that both canids narrowly avoids more or less confirms his suspicions that this isn't a normal beastie but one that has been perverted by magic. A quick check of the extensive knowledge on monsters reveals it to be a tropical variant of the "standard" acid stalker, which doesn't please Rembrandt as it means it's a tough and dangerous bastard to kill but the knows exactly how to kill it safely in regard to himself and Kalypso.
It may seem strange but unless you know what you're looking not or for an acid stalker can be quite hard to see until it attacks. Rembrandt ends up needing to rescue Kalypso three times before she learns what to look for as the druidic warrior slashes at its legs. Kalypso concentrates on her sling staff as she fits a stone bullet to the pouch.
The acid stalker can hardly concentrate and maintaining is supernatural camouflage ability with Rembrandt on its back hacking a way with his swords which gives Kalypso the perfect oppurtunity to work her own magic and make the bullet especially potent. She lines up the perfect head shot and takes it without hesitation. Her aim is true of course and the explosive power of the bullet cracks open the creature's cranium and severely weakens it.
Before its natural rapid healing abilities can regenerate what essence Rembrandt's and Kalypso's combined efforts have torn away Rembrandt removes the brain as Kalpso's sling staff turns into an iron spear that she uses to stab deeply into the brain. Calling up a storm Kalypso directs bolts of lightning to strike the spear and eventually explode the brain as the rain washes it all away. The pair persists after it has done its job and resists Kalypso's command to dissipate so it becomes a downpour as they walks into the village.
"Bastylle?" A lion inquires as they pass by the local outpost of the Explorer's Guild. "It is you! I thought you were lost in that storm we just had.
"Just vashed up on shore yesterday, Tyrone," Rembrandt reports to Tyrone Zulu an emissary of the guild that is not always friendly to himself. "Vere you hoping I'd become fish food?"
"No!" Tyrone yells back with attitude which tells Rembrandt the lion is probably lying. "It's less damn paperwork I have to do."
"I vill check in vith you later, Tyrone," Rembrandt says as he and Kalypso walk on. But the dog can feel the daggers the cat is sending his way with his withering glare none the less. "One ting at a time," he tells himself; then to Kalypso: "Having problems vith control over zome spells?"
"I'm not sure," Kalypso answers honestly. "It is monsoon season so I just ushered in what is supposed to be happening anyway. While it makes it easy to call storms, it also makes it difficult to dismiss them."
"Ah," Rembrandt says in understanding. "So can calling rain without much problem it's getting it to stop that's the problem. Makes me glad I don't have access to that kind of magic."
"Halt!" An otter with a big axe yells as Rembrandt and Kalypso approach the Hall of Elders, but then he recognizes Kalypso. "Oh! Kahuna Kalypso! I didn't recognize you. The elders are expecting you. Something about..." Then he looks over at Rembrandt. "And you are?"
"Rembrandt Magellan Napoleon Duncan Emilio Bastylle," Remmy barks off hand with a Cajun accent and a smile. "I arrived last night under less zhan optimal zircumstances."
"Is he among the reasons for the summons, Magoo?" Kalypso asks point blank as she jerks a thumb in Remmy's general direction.
"Yah, he is," Magoo admits. "They are not expecting you, Sir Bastylle but they will be pleased at your appearance. Just secure your weapons at the arsenal before you meet them."
Kalypso takes him to the arsenal where they secure their weapons with a rabbit girl in the same sort of hula outfit Kalypso wears. The hook swords are a new one on her but what she really takes an interest in is Remmy himself which amuses Kalypso. Once the weapons are secure they move on to the Elder Council, but not before Remmy gets a grope in the dark of Kalypso's breasts which actually rather appreciates.
A turtle, so old everyone assumes he's probably immortal, sits at the head of the council; and acting as Chieftain in many respects; and notices the pair arrival before anyone else. The other elders, Kalypso's father among them are arguing themselves and include otters, foxes, tigers, turtles, rabbits, snakes, iguanas and koalas among other species. The Chief elder bangs an ornate club on a large gong to get everyone's attention.
"Greetings, elders," Remmy says respectfully as he bows before the gathered who are now looking primarily at him. "I am Rembrandt Magellan Napoleon Duncan Emilio Bastylle."
"Welcome, Kahuna Warrior," The Chief Elder says with a smile. "We were informed of your coming and your possible passing. Iam pleased that the rumors of your doom is an exaggeration. How much of your mission are you authorized to share with us?"
"I am here principally to do a survey ov zhese islands," Rembrandt reports honestly. "cataloging zhe local monsters und dangerous flora to provender a set ov guidelines vor any persons who may vish to visit here."
"Would hostile natives be a possible entry to this set of guidelines?" The Chief Elder inquires without caution.
"Yes, it vould," Rembrandt says honestly. "I put zhat down under monsters."
A round of guffaws erupts from the gathered.
"So you have plans on putting a section on all local religions?" The Chief Elder asks.
"Aye, I vuld not have it any udder vay," Rembrandt says honestly. "It goes along vith customs und vays not to make a vool ov vons self. I know und honor zhe spirits ov zhose who come before me und entities of varrying types. Alzhough if zhere are any groups zhat like to sacrifice zentients I vould like to know vhat they are looking vor zo I may varn people."
"You intend to be THAT thorough?" The Chief Elder asks with great surprise. "Where does the piracy aspect come into play?"
"Zhat is reserved vor zertain nations und organizations zhat conzider zhemselves nations. Ve like call it Economic De-Powering." Rembrandt says with a smirk.
"What do you know of the Vulturian Compact?" The Chief Elder asks.
Rembrandt's face darkens. "Very little und too much, Zhey are largely a faceless organization ov clockwork magi merchants und robber barons. Zheir airships are a bane to normal trade. Zhey only touch vater vhen zhey vant to make a deal zhat will end up enslaving zhe populous und enrich themselves. Ve're working on an economic de-powering plan vor zhem. But ve need more invormation."
"And we thought he was exaggerating," Kalypso comments off hand. "They're really that bad?"
"Zhat's only vhat ve've been able to learn about zhem." Remmy freely admits. "Ve suspect zhat zhis is only ze tip of zhe iceberg zo to speak."
"We had a visitor from them not too long ago," Kalypso explains. "Weird thing it was; looked like some kind of snake stuffed into a crab. It made promises we thought too good to be true. I had a talk with Tyrone and he recounted horror story after horror story that the emissary dismissed out of paw, or maybe that should be claw for that thing, as lies from a rival. But your Explorer's Guild has been here for almost five years helping us out and all they ask for is tales and legends."
"Zhat is zhe over all goal ov our Guild." Remmy says. "Ve are rangers, druids und bards primarily dedicated to preserbving zhe past und ensuring our vorld endures. Also a good story is a good story no matter vhere it comes from."
"That one rabbit in the guild often compares the tales with ones she already knows," Kalypso says. "It's both amusing and annoying actually."
"Ah, Lorica is here," Remmy sighs as he rolls his eyes and shakes his head. "She's a vonderful bard, vith such a head vor stories. But she has zhat quirk of tinking zhat a lot of stories are variations ov von an udder. It's von ov ze vays she keeps zhem all straight in her head. She means no harm by it..."
"Thank you, Sir Bastylle!" The Chief Elder exclaims. "I'm sorry but you just confirmed what we had surmised but were too polite to directly ask. She is quite entertaining but some of what she does gets on people's nerves. At least we have an idea as to why and it's something we can readily understand."
"She has been told about it numerous times." Rembrandt says with a sigh. "But she has a tendency to tink out loud."
"Kalypso," The Chief Elder asks of Kalypso, "I take it you found and treated him first wherever he came onto the islands?"
"I was walking near my hut when he crawled under a palm tree and passed out," Kalypso relates. "And we were eating the morning meal when the summons came."
"Will you need a guide and if so do you have any preferences?" The Chief Elder asks of Rembrandt.
"Vill I need a guide? Prolly; as to preference, I vould like Kalypso but I vill do mine best to vork vith whomever you assign to me."
"If she is amendable," The Chief Elder starts to say before Kalypso becomes a bobble head. "Alright, then it's settled, Kalypso, would you mind getting started right away? We've learned what we needed you for. Your summons is complete."
Kalypso leaves to pick up their weapons and finds that she is busy fucking a bear. A look between themselves and Kalypso goes in to retrieve their gear while Remmy gets his rod polished by the bunny as she gets banged in the back. When she emerges, Kalypso just smirks as Remmy is in the bunny's tail hole as she is practically melting from the intense pleasure she is receiving.
After the males finish in the bunny, Rembrandt gets a high five from the bear as Kalypso grabs his package and leads him away. She leads him down to a lagoon sea cave where members of his Guild sometimes congregate. Rising from the pool without a stitch of clothing is a lady skunk whose hair and where skunks are usually white is pink who licks her muzzle and recognizes him.
"Come on in, Remmy,"the skunkette says in a seductive tone. "The water's fine. Bring your friend, I'm in a rare mood right now. It'll align you with the Mystery Pool."
"Mona Lillith," Rembrandt says as he begins to strip himself. "I vas vondering vhen I'd run into you." He gives Kalypso a kiss. "She's a binder of spirits both for power and to converse vith them to find out as much as she can about vhat they know."
"Mystery Pool?" Kalypso asks as she presses her tits into Remmy's bare back.
"Through a method the guild discovered ve can find and activate enchanted vaters to resurrect the fallen." Then he looks over at Mona. "Vhat did you do, this time?"
"I made the mistake of accepting a dinner invitation from a tribe of cannibals." Mona giggles and makes beckoning gestures. "Please come hither, the pigs made severla attempts to skewer me before they roasted me. I want an expert now."
Kalypso and Mona giggle in tandem as Rembradt just sighs and enters the pool as naked as the day he was born and as she follows him in the lies and skirt Kalypso is wearing come off and drift away of their own accord. Mona tells Kalypso that only nude bodies may enter a mystery pool although there are ways of adding ornamentation especially worked stone. In fact the cavernous chamber in which the mystery pool is situated has many decorative functions that make it a popular place to hang out for those tha know of it, and the Mystery Pool here is better than many the guild facilitates. A huge tiki warrior sits under a hole in the stone roof and out of whose mouth a waterfall streams down.
A black stone causeway that seems to devour light separates the pool from a literal ocean of lava upon which floats a variety of stone platforms to facilitate travel across its breadth. Exactly how extensive this river of lava goes is not entirely known as most of the explorers have died trying and those who have not have yet to return and report their findings. Although right now Mona and Remmy have other things to explore as they heard Kalypso under the Idol Falls.
Mona manages to pull Kalypso from behind Rembrandt to give her a passionate kiss as she plays with the vixen's snatch utilizing her fingers while Remmy fondles Kalypso's breasts. Kalypso instinctively starts to reach back to fondle Remmy's sheath and scrotum while she moans in pleasure. Rembrandt has his hands switched to Mona's breasts as the skunk licks at the vixen's tits but Kalypso is starting to kneel.
The waterfall begins to soak all three furs as Kalypso does her best to convince Rembrandt's member to harden enough to penetrate her folds as Mona lays in the water to do a few things simultaneously.First off she attaches a ring tightly to Remmy's scrotum as she licks and suckles and otherwise orally worships that portion of his anatomy. Lastly she positions herself under Kalypso so she can eat her out.
Erotic rendezvous are common enough at their mystery pools that the guild attunes magic items to the pool so they can be used and in certain cases they are enhanced. Stone hands capture Kalypso and hold her fast in a spread eagle position as Rembrandt slowly but surely enters her and Mona retrieves a stone and leather strap-on from a recess. Neither Kalypso nor Rembrandt see just what Mona is up to as they are rather busy with each other but Remmy soon feels it as Mona pges him with a dark smile on her muzzle.
Rembrandt grunts when Mona enters him but soon groans in pleasure. High above them the Tiki God watching over this display of carnality seems to grin just a little as if their antics amuse him. Kalypso does note the brief change in Rembrandt's expression and wonder what is going on but not too much as she enjoys getting fucked.
Toys such as those Mona is playing with are nothing new to the Guild members but when she reaches down to worship his maleness after being freed Kalypso discovers the ring around his scrotum and when she goes to ask Mona about it she sees the strap-on and her eyes go wide.
"What is that?" Kalypso asks. "It looks like Remmy's hard on but you're a female like me!"
"We call it a strap-on," Mona says with a smirk. "Would you like to feel?"
"I guess," Kalypso says before Rembrandt starts to grope and knead her breasts from behind.
Mona lets her feel by inserting the fake phallus into her cunny like a horny male with a perpetual hard on. Kalypls cries out and leans on Rembrandt for support as the male inserts his throbbing member into her tail hole. If either guild member expected her to be virgin then they're going to be disappointed as she moans with pleasure.
"This feels...strange," Kalypso says haltingly. "Good but kind of weird."
"Would you like to try it out on Remmy?" Mona asks playfully. "He could fuck me and you could fuck him."
Rembrandt just smirks and chuckles as the idea sparkles in her eyes. "That... could be fun..." Kalypso says in a half dreamily voice which is about all she can speak right now.
Mona sets Kalypso up in the harness before Rembrandt sets about giving the skunk the sexual poking she wants with gusto. Kalypso is cautious at first but she soon plunges the faux phallus into the lupine's tail hole. A sexual sandwich is formed with the male as the meat between the two females to act as slices of beautiful bread.
Back in the guild house there are a set of skulls of various species made of quartz crystal that alight when the Mystery Pool is in use. The number of motes of light dancing in a given skull indicates how many of that species is in the pool. Tyrone Zulu notes a pink mote in the skunk skull as Mona and the red mote in the canine skull as Remmy but he isn't quite sure about the green mote dancing with the red one until he recalls the vixen that was with Bastylle earlier.
"Remmy's attuned to the pool," Tyrone says with a sigh. "Looks like he's going to start his mission soon. While I'm here managing the store."
"You and I get on folk's nerves," Lorica says with a smirk. "Remmy has all the skills of an explorer. Remember who his dad was."
"Yeah, Magellan Bastylle," Tyrone says with another sigh, this one heavier than the last. "Even among us that dog was a legend. The only one who comes close to his caliber is his own son."
"And Remmy is just like him," Lorica says. "Although he does have a hint of that scoundrel Napoleon in him."
"Napoleon Bastylle was a pirate," Tyrone says definitively. "A somewhat moralistic pirate but still a pirate."
"Which made Magellen a surprise given the fact he was Napoleon's first born," Lorica conjectures. "And Remmy is a little bit of both of them."
Back in the pool Rembrandt is spent but still at play as he plays with the breasts of both females as they lounge in the pool.
"Mah ears are burnin'," Remmy says casually. "Some von must be talkin' about me."
"Tyrone and Lorica maybe discussing you," Mona offers. "By now you're attuned yourself to the pool."
"Probably," Remmy agrees." Now that I have I can get back to de biziness ov exploring. But vhere to start, eh?"
"One of the outlying islands is probably advisable," Kalypso advises. "We stay away from there because of the snake folk. You may want to experience them first paw."
"How far avay are dey?" Rembrandt inquires.
"About a day's travel," Kalypso answers. "We'll need a flipper ferry but I can arrange that easily enough."
"Mind if I tag along?" Mona asks hopefully. "I haven't been there yet."
"An extra pair ov eyes could be helpful," Remmy says. "And your skills could come into play."
"We can easily accommodate you," Kalypso says. "En route I can give you an overview of the islands."
"Even better," Remmy says with a smile. "How soon can dis be arranged?"
"I can have things set up tomorrow if you'd like," Kalypso offers.
"I vould like dat," Rembrandt says with a smile.
Later that evening on the beach the pair lay naked on the wet sand with a bonfire behind them. Rembrandt tops Kalypso as the waves periodically crash over them and a flying saucer hovers overhead, just under the full moon. In some ways it is just one more observer as stone tiki totem poles leer at the lovers.
Neither the wolf nor the vixen notice their watchers. The tikis have been there for as long as folk can remember and although both believe in spirits they don't mind entertaining them with their antics. As for the UFO it doesn't hang around long enough for them to notice as it soon moves on to elsewhere in the island chain.