Two Page Tales of Tails: Mashir
#2 of Two Page Tales of Tails
Two Page Tales of Tails: Mashir
by Dracos Blackwing
(all chars copyright me! No stealing please! ^_^)
"You stupid slave! Get in there and clean up that room before the master returns, or you're going to be sorry!" A yelp of pain sounded, followed by a thump as the room door was flung open by something hitting it. A large, muscled hawk male slid into the messy, sticky room on his face, settling with a thump to the floor and groaning. The door closed with a slam, after a bucket, a pile of cleaning rags and a mop had been flung into the room behind him.
"Is this any way to treat a master thief?" Mashir muttered, the hawk getting to his feet and wiping ineffectually at his slimy clothes. Once, he had run the bazaars and shops of the marketplace, taking what he pleased and sneaking off to his hideout in the sands. Now he was trapped here in the palace, the only reason he hadn't been executed being that the emir had needed a new slave to clean his damn palace! Sitting up on the floor and resting his arms on his knees, he surveyed the mess he was expected to clean.
"Ugh! What happened in here?! It smells like someone had an orgy in here! ... And here I am, uninvited again..." He carefully stood using his claws to keep his footing then walked over to the lounge and table where the emir's concubine had supposedly been kidnapped... There was little to show what had occurred other than a lot of sticky, partially dried spooge on everything, and a pot of tea... one surprisingly clean and untouched. Walking over, Mashir's sense of smell was caught by the sweet, pleasant smell, and he looked around, finding a cup, then taking it to wash it in the fountain they expected him to use for water. If he had to clean the place alone, then anything in there he wanted that was edible was going to be his.
Carefully he poured himself a cup of the still hot tea then moved to sit, stopping himself just in time... He instead moved to an outside ledge, sitting and sighing. "Well, here's to me; I'd best get rid of this fast before they decide to look in on me." Tipping up the cup, he drained it in a gulp, sighing in pleasure at the sweet fruity taste. "Now that was goo... wha...?" He blinked at the sudden, massive surge of heat through his body, seeming to flood through him in a second. The cup dropped out of the window as he staggered to his feet, calling for the guards. No sound came out though, and he suddenly had a feeling he knew what had happened to the emir's woman.
He fell to his knees, wondering if he would melt into goo like she did, or...? Before he could think further, he felt a massive wave of pleasure surge directly into his crotch, and his shaft sprung to life so quickly it hurt... He yanked away his loincloth and winced at the powerful throbbing of his member. It looked as if it were swelling larger as he watched... He reached down, touching it, only to be enveloped in the most intense pleasure he had ever felt, and to shoot a wave of pre across the floor, adding to the mess. He fell to his side as the heat increased, now almost helplessly stroking himself, and for some odd reason reached around behind himself, rubbing the area just below his downy balls, twitching wildly. He grunted as his fingers began to explore further in than they should have, finding a soft, tender nub to stroke, then a deep, slick tunnel below his sheath! He gasped at the intense pleasure flooding him from this, and eagerly drove his fingers into the hole, which gave forth a powerful gush of juice and sucked greedily at his fingers.
As he writhed in pleasure on the floor, his sharp, masculine features began to smooth out, becoming much more female. His body's muscled shape lost its definition, and he slimmed down considerably. Gasping in a higher pitched voice than a moment ago, he pressed more fingers into his new hole, trying to sate the hunger it seemed to have to be filled... He forced three, then four talons deep into himself, hiking his leg unconsciously so he could delve deeper. He hardly seemed to notice his sudden flexibility as he slowly forced his entire claw into himself, fisting himself greedily. Mashir had no idea what was going on, but he wasn't sure he didn't like it... At least that was the faint thought in his mind when his chest suddenly ballooned out; swelling and making his nipples tingle as they were lifted on the tips of two small breasts. Small became large, and large became huge, as milk began to flow from the tips of the impressive mounds.
Now far too lost to do much more than convulse and work his hands, Mashir was quickly approaching his orgasm, and chirped in a decidedly female way, embarrassed by the tone of his voice and his new feminine shape, but too aroused and close to care... His shaft felt on fire, and his femsex was gripping his hand so tightly it made slurping noises as it tugged and pulled at his fingers. Shaking all over, he let out a loud screech as he came, drenching the room for the second time that day in milk, juice and seed, flooding the room so much it ran down from the windows and out into the street, showering some of the passersby.
"Mashir! You low down, no good mongrel! What...?!" The guard's voice dropped to silence as he walked in to find ANOTHER herm lying in the middle of the room. Shi smiled weakly, and pulled hir hand from hir femsex to wiggle sticky fingers at him. In a soft, sultry tone, shi said, "Would you believe that I'M Mashir...?" Shi looked into his eyes then winced. "I didn't think so..."
A short time later, Mashir was sitting, still sticky and dripping, next to Merina. Both of them had been bound hand and foot, and the room they had been found in had been sealed off; people were saying it was possessed by demons... or something. Turning to the serpent herm, Mashir asked, "So... I guess you like to drink tea too?" Merina just rolled hir eyes and chuckled.
((*laughs* ...I can't do it! ^_^ I wrote both of these, one right after the other! I need to practice more... right after a couple more of these... and maybe a long one...))