Monstrum: Pollination - Part 2

By WintermuteX
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Previous stories: 
Monstrum: Bitch
Monstrum: Broodmother
Monstrum: Filly
Monstrum: Submission

Tags: 
Mg, gg+, bd, best, bi, inc, lesbian, magic, nc, oral, ped, preg, 
rape, reluc, viol 

Content: 
Rape, Monster Rape, Sexual Slavery, Young Girls, Catgirls, 
Lesbian, Magic/Fantasy, Violence, Bondage, Pedophilia, Pregnancy 

                                  ~*~                                  

Why did the ground have to have so many rocks in it? Fera turned over in 
the bedroll, feeling the aches in her legs. Her sleep had been uneasy, 
filled with fear and vivid dreams of massive horse cocks plundering the 
cunts of little girls. 

A shaft of orange light pierced her eyelids. She huffed and pulled the 
flap over her head, protesting the rising sun, but the hard ground was 
already overcoming her desire to stay curled up in the toasty bedding. 
Finally she gave up and kicked the cloth in frustration, then rolled 
over onto her back again, looking up at a purpling sky brightening with 
rays of amber. 

The kettle was already set on the tripod over the fire. Jacqueline 
brewed tea every morning from a special pouch filled with green leaves 
that Fera didn't recognize. Where was she? Fera sat up and yawned, 
causing the sheepskin fabric of the bedroll to fall away from her naked 
chest. The campsite was empty, save for Meredith dozing contentedly on 
the grass next to her picket. Fera pulled on the crumbling skirt and the 
tattered cloak that barely covered her breasts, then cupped her hands 
and puffed warm breath into them to fight the morning chill. Dawn was 
crashing over the sharp edge of the cliffside by their camp, and Fera 
walked up towards it, finally spotting the youthful silhouette of a 
slender girl standing by the edge and facing the sun with her staff 
outstretched in a meditative gesture. 

She really was pretty, Fera thought, crouching down and watching as the 
girl spun her weapon in slow motion, scattering sunbeams around the long 
length. The diaphanous cloth hung from her hips to her ankles, curling 
gracefully with the motions of her body, and gleaming metal and 
gemstones flashed like meteors in the golden light. The pleasing outline 
of Jacqueline's body brimmed with a youthful, beckoning vitality. 

They had spooned up tightly together the night before, by mutual 
agreement. Fera certainly hadn't wanted to be alone, after watching the 
Centaurum ram their thick pricks into a struggling girl almost her own 
age, and the hands that had wrapped around her belly had seemed equally 
grateful for her presence. Jacqueline had been silent, brooding as they 
set up camp and doffed their clothing for bed. The tension of her body 
pressing against Fera's backside had been plain. But her grip finally 
slackened, and the warm breath on Fera's ear had slowed as the girl had 
drifted off to sleep behind her. 

She seemed better this morning, Fera thought, admiring the graceful 
poise of the mage dancing through a martial routine with the obvious 
benefit of long practice. Her staff twisted and curled into a backwards 
grasp in one arm, the palm of the other stretched forward, and the sheer 
cloth floated with the curve of her hips as she pivoted the other way, 
twisting on the toe of one foot with an arm above her, then rebalancing 
in a defensive posture with her staff held diagonally in front of her 
and the weight of her shoulder braced for a frontal blow. Like water, 
she shifted again, lithe hips pivoting in a sublime dance. Her hand 
slashed the air and the other followed with an open-palm strike like a 
cobra lashing out, then she rebalanced back to a neutral posture. The 
mild breeze fluttered in the cloth of her skirt and caught in her blonde 
hair, swirling it off her bare shoulders and out behind her in a wild 
stream. Fera could see the tiny flashes sparkling in the air around the 
mage, could feel the primal tingling in the rise of her fur. Not just 
physical practice, but magical too. The girl wove them together, the 
atmosphere vibrating with the invisible currents of force she wove 
effortlessly around her. 

It was an entrancing sight. Fera wanted to keep watching, but guilt 
prickled her tail. She hadn't been invited, and the thought of being 
thumped by magic again if she accidentally startled the mage didn't 
appeal to her. She could get breakfast started at least. Fera turned 
back to the clearing. Maybe she could ask Jacqueline to show her that 
dance again later. The thought made her blush. 

She was searching through the saddlebags for their food when something 
caught her eye: a heavy tome had spilled halfway out of the top of 
Jacqueline's personal pack. Fera bent closer, and pulled the massive 
book out so she could see it. 

            MONSTRUM FACTORUM

The title was etched heavily into the dark cover like a prophecy of 
doom. Fera could barely lift the thing. It seemed to have thousands upon 
thousands of pages, and it pulled at her hands as if imbued with its own 
sense of weight. A complicated pattern of overlapping metal plates 
resembling beast scales edged the front and back covers. 

Was this about the monsters? Maybe if she could learn more about them, 
she wouldn't keep making so many dumb mistakes. The embarrassment of the 
Squick still stuck with her. She traced a finger along the severe metal 
of one of the catches, and it seemed to snap open by itself. 

No. She pushed the book away and turned to the other bags. Rummaging 
about through a mage's belongings would just bring trouble. She didn't 
want to get held in the air or have her fur set on fire again. But the 
book lingered in the corner of her eyes, a tantalizing mystery, even as 
she tried to ignore it and find something for breakfast. Surely it 
wouldn't hurt to take a tiny peek, right? If it was so dangerous 
Jacqueline wouldn't have just left it lying around. Fera paused her 
rummaging, tail lashing back and forth indecisively, until her curiosity 
got the better of her. 

Pulling out the heavy thing and holding it steady in her lap, she pulled 
at the remaining metal snaps that kept the book closed, and opened it. 
Lustrous gilt of gold and silver decorated the inside of the heavy 
cover, metal embossed with intricate textures of hundreds of bestial 
features that intertwined and flowed together seamlessly in a grand 
design: serpent scales, furry hides, chitinous shells, feral bodies of 
brutish muscles and slavering jaws that snaked together into one long 
composite of artfully explicit horror. Smooth human skin seemed embedded 
in the abstract margins of all the monstrous forms, the tiny bodies of 
little girls bearing rapturous expressions and bent in lewd positions. 
Fera gaped. She had never seen any craftwork so fine in her life. The 
humans could make anything. The whole piece was a seamless display 
connected to the metal corners that protected the cover of the book, and 
it almost seemed to writhe with a hidden power that she found vaguely 
unsettling. 

Quickly she turned the inner cover to the first page. It was inlaid with 
a complicated, arcane pattern studded with brilliant gemstones - 
diamonds and rubies and sapphires cut and placed in geometric precision 
among the intersections of the sparkling ellipses. The gems seemed to 
roil with an inner smoke that lurked just beyond the edges of 
perception. More magic, probably. The convoluted curves drew her eye to 
the center of the piece, where there was an inscription. 

                    SEPHIRA ARCANA
            PERCUTERE INIMICUS, INTELLIGATIS

Hopefully it wasn't a curse or something. Her fingers traced the opulent 
design in awe, then pulled at the corner of the page. It resisted, as if 
the parchment were made of something so much heavier than paper. It 
wasn't stuck, it just...there. The paper lifted and she turned to the 
next page. 

                    FIAT VIOLĀTUM

Dark lettering with angular, threatening lines filled the gaps around a 
flowing, abstract illustration that filled her with a faint sense of 
dread, as if someone far off had whispered something horrible. Her ears 
flattened involuntarily and her fingertips slowly traced the ink of the 
sinister words in the center of the page. They conjured a faint menace, 
drawing her gaze and holding it in the same way it seemed to do to the 
forms on the page all around it. Humans? Beasts? Straining together in 
bondage? It all seemed to flow from one piece to the next, dancing on 
the edge of something concrete and terrifying without resolving into 
form. Her eyeballs slid along the lines as if powerless to grasp the 
whole of the oppressive depiction. 

Feeling slightly dizzy, she turned the page again. More black lettering, 
around a maelstrom that rested in the geometric center of a composite of 
complicated, asymmetric designs. The next page illustrated the workings 
of some 6-pointed device whose shape she could barely comprehend, and 
the next was a circle with lines radiating inwards from 5 points, 
overlaid everywhere on the page with a profusion of arcane symbols and 
patterns that seemed to connect together with some kind of mad, internal 
logic that made her mind itch even as she looked at it. 

Frustrated, she stuck her fingers in the sheaf of pages and opened the 
book to a random place in the middle. Here, at last, was something she 
could read. 

"The Chiropede is a long, segmented arthropod morphologically similar to 
the common centipede, with a body composed of a succession of identical 
segments ranging from 6 to 12 feet long on the average adult. Chiropedes 
grow additional segments over their lifetime, starting with 3 segments 
when they enter adolescence and begin their sexually predatory phase, to 
potentially dozens of bodily segments in their mature phase. Adolescence 
begins when the creature reaches the size of a bull, and full-grown 
Chiropedes have been known to span dozens of bodily segments, each 
longer than the height of a man. The largest known adult Chiropede was 
estimated at 55 segments and over 300 feet long. It was spotted near the 
lost city of Gerond, where it destroyed 6 mixed-unit companies and took 
14 mages for prey before being forced to retreat underground." 

Fera turned the page and was greeted by a full-page illustration of the 
massive creature in action, its long body tracing a sinuous curve up the 
slope of a hill, weathering fireballs and lightning bolts hurled from 
tiny forms at the summit. She had never heard of such a creature or 
anything like it. Her village preferred to stay isolated from the 
outside world. She peered closely at the picture: the vibrant colors 
almost seemed to ripple with a subtle movement. There seemed to be girls 
stuck to the Chiropede all along its belly, mouths open as if they were 
howling. The scene was so vivid that Fera could practically hear the 
scuttling sounds of the monster - the work of a master artist, or 
perhaps the page itself was magic. 

Feeling even more disturbed, she turned to the next page and found a 
detailed diagram of the Chiropede body. The shape of the reddish-orange 
segments reminded her of a long spine, if the spine was fleshy and had 
belonged to a giant. 

"Although it has a head segment armed with three sets of fearsome 
mandibles, attacking this portion of the body does little good. A 
Chiropede has no eyes, no mouth, and no digestive system. It absorbs 
nutrients from its prey through the special regions on each segment's 
underbelly, and its brain is fully distributed throughout the 
complicated nervous system of its segmented body. A destroyed head will 
grow back within a month, and severing the body simply results in two 
Chiropedes of lesser size. 

"The chitinous shell that covers the bodily segments is impervious to 
normal weaponry. The hide of an adult Chiropede can even deflect a 
ballista bolt. In contrast, the underbelly of the creature is both 
unprotected and highly variegated. Hundreds of small blue tentacles 
extrude from the perimeter of the shell near the underbelly, and these 
dexterous limbs serve equally well for locomotion, combat, intercourse, 
and reproduction. Close combat with a Chiropede is highly discouraged, 
as it can dispatch an attacker with ease using its tentacles or simply 
by crushing them. If cornered, a Chiropede's body can be destroyed by 
disintegration magic, but their surprising agility and rapid burrowing 
ability make this difficult. Chiropedes are aggressive but retreat 
underground when faced with threatening force, only standing their 
ground if confronted in their lair. However, each attempt to pursue a 
creature to its home has ended in total disaster and the loss of all 
mages involved. There are currently no known effective tactics to fight 
Chiropedes - coordinated distraction and rapid evacuation are the 
recommended alternatives for mages in the field." 

Fera was not prepared for what she found on the next page, and nearly 
dropped the book. 

"The tentacled appendages are capable of restraint and penetration of 
captured girls, which they perform with wild enthusiasm. The fleshy 
cavity in the center of each segment's underbelly is large enough to 
hold the body of a human girl, and the moist skin constricts around its 
prey and excretes an enzyme that adheres to the girl's back, bonding her 
tightly to the creature. So ensnared, a girl is unreachable unless the 
body can be rolled over to reach the space." 

The side-view showed a struggling prepubescent girl, no more than 10 and 
naked as the day she was born, encased in the segment of the monster's 
body, facing downward with her back and legs stuck to the yellowing 
flesh by a sticky layer of mucus. Fera read on, mouth gaping in horror. 

"Once its prey is properly suspended, the tentacles begin to rape the 
girl, coiling around struggling limbs to hold them tight and penetrating 
her mouth, vagina, and anus, ejaculating indiscriminately both inside 
the girl and out. This ancillary semen is rich in aphrodisiac enzymes 
that drastically heighten the sexual experience of the girl, and begins 
the tier 1 Conversion effects within a day. Additional treatment comes 
from the region of bumpy deposits in the center of the cavity, typically 
located behind the adhered girl's neck. These bumps engorge during 
sexual activity and excrete a viscous green syrup that seeps into the 
girl's skin, allowing rapid effect by direct delivery to the brainstem. 
After a day, a captured girl's orgasmic experiences increase by at least 
an order of magnitude. There is some scholarly debate as to whether it 
is the tentacle semen or the excreted fluid that begins the tier 1 
conversion, or some combination of both. Conclusive evidence remains 
elusive as Chiropede anatomy has proven difficult to study. 

The cutaway showed the prepubescent girl writhing in the midst of what 
could have been pain or ecstasy, with one of the blue tentacles, 
engorged with excitement and topped with a penile glans leaking drips of 
purple fluid, worming its way along the lower tract of her colon. The 
footnote described how a girl's anus seemed to be favored by the 
Chiropede for its accommodation of lengthy penetration. 

"Although a Chiropede begins the rape of its prey immediately, proper 
insemination and impregnation is a prolonged process. Nutrients and 
hormones delivered through the secretions of the underbelly effect the 
first stages of this transformation, which takes approximately one week. 
The body temperature in the uterus raises by three degrees, and the 
cervix and ovaries expand. Once it has collected enough prey from its 
rampage, the Chiropede returns to its lair and focuses all its efforts 
on impregnation. After a girl's womb is prepared, the main phallus of 
that segment, which usually stays retracted into the flesh at the rear 
of the cavity, emerges and penetrates the vagina, causing rapid, 
extended orgasms of the prey for hours until the ejaculation of the 
primary semen is complete." 

The next diagram depicted a thick, rigid rod of gooey nubs worming its 
way up the little girl's pussy while she shrieked with obvious joy. 
Three tiny tendrils had crept from the end of the monstrous organ, 
slipping tentatively through the hole of her cervix and depositing a 
foul-looking film of black-brown fluid inside. 

"The Chiropede's normal activity halts during its impregnation phase, as 
extended penetration seems to be a biological necessity of the process. 
Once the womb is filled with the arthropod's semen, the bulbous nubs 
secrete a resin that gradually hardens in the vaginal canal over the 
course of hours. The phallus is slowly withdrawn, leaving layers of its 
deposits behind until the vagina is thoroughly plugged and its seed is 
sealed safely inside the girl's womb. Gestation takes approximately 4 
weeks, with rape and deposits of ample amounts of secondary semen 
continuing in the girl's other available orifices during this time. 

"When a girl enters labor, she is finally released from the Chiropede's 
segment and affixed to the walls or floor of its lair with more hardened 
resin, with her legs spread open for birth and all orifices exposed. 
Enzymes released during labor break down the plug in the vaginal canal. 
Birth takes place rapidly, always resulting in the delivery of one 
larval Chiropede. The grub-like offspring feeds at its mothers exposed 
holes, using a flexible proboscis to consume the deposits of secondary 
semen that have been fermented and heated in the mother's body. This 
nutritional function suggests the secondary semen may not be semen at 
all, despite its ejaculatory source and the apparent presence of sperm, 
but there is little academic consensus. Research continues in this area. 

"The pheromonal presence of its newborn young in the lair stimulates the 
parent Chiropede, triggering the growth of additional segments over the 
following days. This means a Chiropede's length is a direct reflection 
of how many girls it has impregnated with its young. Girls who have 
already given birth need no additional preparation and can be 
immediately inseminated again. The Chiropede usually performs this task 
and then takes its new brood out to train it and find new prey for 
capture. Little else is known about this process due to the difficulty 
of exploring Chiropede lairs." 

The remaining diagrams defied belief. Fera squeezed her eyes shut and 
flipped far ahead in the book. It was more of the same. Monsters and 
vile creatures of every shape and size, ready to pounce on little human 
girls and stuff them with as many different kinds of bulging cocks as 
the imagination could conceive. How many chapters were in this tome? 
Hundreds? It seemed to hold far more pages than even its voluminous size 
would suggest. More magic, probably. Floating things that lurked in the 
sewers: Squelches, it called them. Flying creatures, Wyverns, 
Manticores, giant Buzzards, horse and bull-creatures, slugs and plants 
and insects and other things that lurked in the earth, behemoths and 
two-headed giants and even the horrible spider creatures called Arachma. 
Fera hated spiders, but she couldn't resist a quick peep: the picture of 
the girl with her belly rendered translucent by the arist to reveal the 
thousands of small eggs swelling inside was too much. She slammed the 
book shut. 

"I had the same reaction at first. Most girls do." 

Fera whirled around in surprise, tail tucked between her legs. 
Jacqueline was crouched by the fire, crushing tea leaves and dumping 
them into the open kettle. How had she come back without Fera hearing 
her? More magic, probably. 

"Alinayah taught me to do that." Jacqueline gestured with her head in 
the direction of the cliff. "It harmonizes the body and mind with the 
magical currents that suffuse the world. Lets us condense and weave 
faster, easier, smoothes out the sudden flux. It's like exercise. It's 
funny, but our instructors never taught us about that." 

"Oh." Fera's ears were wilting. So much for hoping she hadn't been 
noticed. 

"It's ok." Jacqueline smiled reassuringly at her. "Here." She held out 
her hand, and Fera handed over the heavy tome. 

"There's an appendix. The Felis are in here." Jacqueline paged all the 
way to the end, then handed the book back. "Take a look." 

Fera read it. It was all wrong. Felis didn't live in trees. They didn't 
avoid running water. The descriptions of their society and mannerisms 
were mostly fiction. And where had humans got the ridiculous notion that 
Felis liked catswort so much? 

"Well?" A sly smile seemed to be edging the corners of Jacqueline's 
mouth. 

"It uh...leaves a few things out," Fera said. 

Jacqueline laughed richly. "It's bunk isn't it?" 

"Yeah." Fera handed the book back. 

"Thought so. There's no way it would be up to date. The Factorum 
is...old. Older than Teleria." 

Fera gestured timidly at the menacing black tome. "Is this what they 
teach you in mage school?" 

"Yeah. Every mage at the academy is issued one. We have to learn every 
word in it." A wry gesture decorated Jacqueline's face as she stirred 
the kettle. "The ones we can understand anyway." 

"What do the inscriptions mean?" 

Jacqueline sighed and tapped her wooden spoon on the metal rim of the 
kettle to dry it. 

"Most of them, we don't really know. The old mages would have known, the 
ones from Aen Sielle. We've forgotten so much." 

Fera pondered that as she dumped a few links of sausage in the pan and 
Jacqueline poured tea into the two little tin cups. It wasn't much of a 
breakfast, but she felt a lot better afterwards as she helped clean up 
and pack. The endless pages of little girls being stuffed with monster 
cocks had been banished to the back of her mind. 

After striking their camp and getting everything back into the 
saddlebags, Jacqueline mounted up on Meredith first, and held out a hand 
for Fera. 

"Come on." The mage beckoned her hand impatiently. Fera shrank back 
reflexively at the horse's annoyed snort, thinking she might kick or 
bolt. But that was silly. Meredith was a lamb. Horses just never liked 
her smell much. She planted a foot in the stirrup and let Jacqueline 
haul her up into the rear of the saddle. 

The rocky path led the girls down a wide hillside into a dry valley of 
bushes and scrub, the orange flames of sunrise ahead of them finally 
paling to a lustrous blue. Fera held on lightly to her friend, hands on 
the soft skin of the girl's hips above the golden metal braces. 
Jacqueline kicked the horse to a trot when they finally reached the 
level ground of the valley, so Fera locked her fingers together in front 
of the slender girl. The smooth tummy brushed her hands with the motion 
of the horse. 

Scattered trees gave way to sere bushes and scrub as the girls followed 
the widening valley through a long curve. The river had dried up in the 
summer heat, dying to just a few scattered puddles and long stretches of 
cracked dirt. Meredith plodded on as the sun rose overhead. Once, 
Jacqueline turned their course, moving them away from a cliffside of 
loose rocks. 

"Crags over there," she muttered. "Good thing I have wards. They all 
have girls already, but no point in taking chances." 

"What's a Crag?" Fera hadn't seen that one on the pages of the Monstrum 
Factorum. 

"Basically, they're just a mouth and a stomach. They etch the rock away 
as they grow, burrowing deep and leaving just the mouth on the surface, 
camouflaged. They have these long tongues, and if a girl gets near they 
snatch them up and pull them inside." Jacqueline stiffened as she went 
on. "Then they rape you. The stomach inside has all these tentacles, and 
they hold you tight and just go to work in every hole you have. They 
feed you, and your body fluids feeds them." 

Fera sat uncomfortably when her friend paused, ears wilting. 

"I had to root out some crags once. Not much point, really. After a 
while they're like one shared body with the girls they've eaten. 
Symbiotes that feed each other. Once we got a girl out a week after she 
was taken - just a little village girl who had taken the wrong way 
home." 

"She said it was ecstasy," the mage went on, smelling equal parts upset 
and aroused. "All her clothes had dissolved away, and every inch of her 
body was covered with this sticky gook like saliva. There was a major 
fuss. She wouldn't eat, kept begging for cock all the time, would orgasm 
every time anyone touched her. She was only 8. Everyone blamed us 
because we couldn't do anything about it. In the end she ran away again, 
into the mountains, looking for another Crag." 

"Oh." Fera squeezed her arms around her friend, trying to comfort her. 
"I'm sure you did everything you could." 

"Thing is, I'm not even sure she was wrong," Jacqueline muttered 
quietly. "She's probably as happy as she can be." 

The conversation lapsed into silence. Fera looked over at the cliffside 
as they passed. Hidden monsters, just over there, each one raping a 
little girl continuously in their underground bodies, feeding on her 
pleasure. Not even Fera's sensitive ears could hear them. 

They left the monsters behind them and rode on for hours. The sun had 
long passed its apex and they had entered a smoother region of long, 
dried grass that waved in the wind by the time Fera spoke up again. 

"Hey Jacqueline? What did you do when you were little?" Maybe a change 
of subject would do them good. Something that didn't involve monster 
cocks penetrating young girls. 

"Horses." Fera could see Jacqueline's grin at the corner of her mouth. 
"My family had a lot of horses. We trained them. I've had Meredith since 
I was little." She reached out to pat the docile mare at the top of the 
shaggy mane. "I rode her everywhere all the time. Dad used to say he 
couldn't tell where the horse ended and his little girl began." 

"That's sweet," Fera giggled. "Sounds like fun, riding everywhere like 
this all the time." 

"Like this? Oh no Fera. Not like this." Jacqueline snapped the reins and 
beat her thighs against Meredith's flanks violently. "Like THIS!" 

Fera's shriek was lost to the wind as the horse bolted into a gallop. 
Wind howled against her face and blew her hair out behind her, making 
her ears tuck against her head with fright. She held on to Jacqueline 
for dear life, the girl laughing madly, snapping the reins to urge the 
horse even faster, stomach hitching against fera's hands. Her mirth 
mixed with the crashing tempo of hoof beats that drowned everything else 
out of Fera's hearing. Twin streamers of white gossamer fluttered out 
behind them from Jacqueline's hips, the sheer cloth of her uniform 
billowing in the rushing air and brushing lightly against Fera's legs. 
Rocks and bushes flashed by underneath the blur of hooves. Fera felt 
queasy. She pulled her grip even tighter against the crazy girl's 
stomach. 

The headlong rush carried the girls out of the widened valley mouth into 
a flat grassland of wildflowers and humming insects. They streaked 
across the green earth, hooves thundering into the open sky like an 
endless rolling beat of wild freedom. Twin flanks of hot horseflesh 
pounded endlessly against Fera's thighs and slapped up against her pussy 
in a heady tempo. Summer heat pounded down on them in merciless tyranny, 
coaxing sweat to bead on their skin and rub together in a slick sheen 
where they made contact. The spiky scents of the wild countryside 
carried on the breeze and filled Fera's nose, but so did the intriguing 
aroma of excited exertion from the girl in front of her. Jacqueline 
smelled...enticing. 

"Phew!" Jacqueline finally let the pace falter, Meredith slowing to a 
loping walk. "Gods I miss that. You miss it too, don't you girl." She 
patted the sweaty mare affectionately. "Don't worry I won't push you too 
hard. You can rest." 

Jacqueline led them to a small pond surrounded by healthy patches of 
tall grass. Fera's arms and fingers had stiffened into a terrified rigor 
around Jacqueline's stomach. She forced them to relax. Jacqueline 
giggled at her discomfort as Fera dismounted. 

"What you've never galloped like that before?" Jacqueline laughed, 
amusement shining in her eyes. She stroked Meredith on the neck and let 
her bend to slop water noisily from the pond. 

"Not...uh...not like that." Fera tried to keep her tail from twitching 
with annoyance. She felt like she wanted to lie down on the springy 
grass. She settled for sitting instead. 

"Meredith doesn't even go all that fast anymore," Jacqueline grinned, 
plopping onto the grass beside her. "She's getting older. Now, get us on 
a REAL racing horse, a nice stallion in his prime, and I'll show you how 
fast we can go." 

"No thanks." Fera finally gave up and flopped onto her back. A puffy 
cloud was sitting all alone in the sky, deepening from orange to purple 
with the fading sun. 

Jacqueline laughed again and patted her leg before getting up to get 
some food from their bags. The girls munched on jerky and the last of 
their bread while Meredith snacked on the grass, the buzzing of cicadas 
rising to greet the evening with a sleepy rhythm. 

"Why did you leave your village Fera?" Jacqueline asked, leaning back 
next to her and resting on her hands. "Felis are pretty uncommon in 
humans lands." 

"Well..." Fera pushed aside her caution with a deliberate effort. She 
could trust Jacqueline. She was sure of it. 

"You really don't know anything about Felis do you?" 

"Just what's in the Monstrum Factorum," the mage smirked. "So, nothing." 

Fera took a deep breath. "When we turn 10 summers, or whenever the 
elders say we can, a Felis leaves the village and goes to human lands. 
We're catgirls, after all. Girls." 

Jacqueline nodded at her as Fera went on. 

"So we leave and we find a nice human man, if we can, and we don't come 
back until we're pregnant with a litter. Most humans are pretty happy to 
fuck a 10-year-old. We're usually fertile by then, but we don't catch 
easily compared to humans. So we do it a lot." 

"Hmm." A faint blush crept up Jacqueline's cheeks. "That does explain 
some of the Felis...reputation." 

Fera laughed at Jacqueline's innocent expression. "Almost. Actually 
compared to human girls, we love to fuck. And the bit about how little 
it takes us to cum is true. We can go 3 or 4 times while a guy is 
getting off once. And even if we know we're already pregnant, it's 
pretty common to stick around. Human guys are nice." She smiled, 
thinking back to all her experiences. "Well, usually. Not people like 
Stephan." 

"How did you even end up there?" 

"Well, even he was nice at first," Fera said. "Plus, it had been two 
years and I had nothing at that point, and he gave me a place to stay 
when I came to the city." She sighed. "I had met this really nice boy a 
few months before. He was a stablehand. We spent...a lot of time in the 
stables." 

Jacqueline failed to suppress her giggle. "What was he like?" 

"Oh, really sweet," Fera said. "Brown hair and eyes. He had these crazy 
muscles from pitching hay all the time. He always brought me flowers 
that he picked from the fields whenever we met. And cream. I told him I 
liked it once, as a joke. Then it just became too funny to stop." 

"What happened to him?" 

"He wanted to go to New Kithria to apprentice to a leatherworker. So we 
did. He was knifed on the first day for his coinpurse." 

"Jeez." Jacqueline turned to look down at her. "Fera I'm so sorry." 

"Yeah I...I miss him." She felt tears come to her eyes suddenly. She 
hadn't thought about Pieter in days. He had been the one, she was so 
sure. She wanted to have his kittens so badly. And then, just like that, 
he was gone. 

"So you'll go back to your village once you're pregnant?" Jacqueline 
asked. 

Fera wiped the moisture from her eyes. "Yeah. I'll go back to where 
there are more humans and keep trying, once I'm done helping you." 

"I wouldn't mind seeing your village too," Jacqueline said, looking at 
the pond contemplatively." The other Felis probably know the area too. 
They could help." 

Fera sat quietly, staring at the back of Jacqueline's head. There was a 
reason they usually didn't let anyone in, and the world was so much more 
dangerous than she had realized when she first left. 

"Jacqueline...did you say people might be following you?" 

"They might." The mage turned to look at Fera. 

"Could monsters also be following you?" 

Jacqueline shrugged. "They might be." 

There was her fear. She had been stupid, to reveal so much, to trust 
someone she really didn't know very well at all. 

"You'll bring monsters to our village. They'll take all my sisters 
and...and..." The words tumbled out, out of control. She felt herself 
crying but didn't know why. "They'll rape them all just like 
those...those Centaurum did to that woman, to those little girls." 

"What?!" Jacqueline made a placating gesture, talking over Fera's panic. 
"No. NO, Fera. Stop. Don't worry. Nothing will happen to your village. 
Listen." She put a hand on Fera's knee. "I'll do everything I can, which 
is a lot. NO monsters will ever threaten it while I'm around. Remember 
what I did to those bandits in New Kithria?" 

"Those monsters..." Fera gulped. "I kept dreaming about them last 
night...thinking about them getting loose in a Felis village, my sisters 
all bent over, just like that girl..." a frightened sob began in her 
throat. It had seemed so real. She thought she had pushed the vision 
away, but it had leaped back with sudden force. The lurid descriptions 
of all the rapacious beasts she had found on the pages of the Factorum 
had seeped deep into her imagination. 

"Fera, listen." Jacqueline had rolled onto her side on the grass and 
squeezed Fera's thigh. "Do you know what I do? I kill monsters. I've 
killed at least a dozen Centaurum." She held up her polished white 
staff, the sapphire gleaming from a nest of filigree at the tip. She 
almost never seemed to put it down. "As long as I have this, nothing 
gets near us, and NOTHING will hurt your village. I promise. Ok?" 

Still sniffling, Fera let the girl pull her into a hug. Maybe it was 
Jacqueline's confident grin, or the pleasant feeling of her smooth chest 
pressing up against her own, but she did start to feel a bit better. The 
pretty girl seemed like she could handle anything. She was a mage after 
all, invincible. Fera inhaled the scent of her friend as they embraced - 
she smelled of confidence and an inviting warmth 

The sun had dipped below the jagged peaks in the distance. Eventually 
the girls broke their embrace in an awkward silence and began to set 
camp. Fera helped by picketing Meredith while Jacqueline cast spells to 
clear a firepit and lit it with a brief stream of flames from the end of 
her staff. They hung a pot for soup and another for tea and sat together 
on the bedroll by the fire, gnawing on their supply of jerky and mealy 
bread. 

"Do you miss your sisters Fera?" Jacqueline had been staring into the 
flames with a morose look on her face. 

"Yeah, a lot. How about you? Do you miss your family?" 

The mage nodded. "Yeah. My mom and my dad. I haven't seen them in 
forever. Parah was all I had." 

"Was she your sister?" 

Jacqueline hesitated before answering, stirring the soup with a wooden 
spoon. 

"No. She's someone else's sister. A girl I trained with from the 
academy. On our first patrol we were supposed to wipe out a nest of 
Chrysilae. Did you get to that chapter in the Factorum?" 

Fera shook her head. 

"Flying bugs. Kind of like wasps, or mosquitoes, but big. Big enough to 
pick up a girl. Four wings and segmented bodies and they make this awful 
noise when they're flying through the air that just gets inside you and 
vibrates in your teeth and makes you just incredibly horny. Most girls 
get wet immediately and can't even keep their hands off their cunts when 
a swarm of Chrysilae are near. It's pretty overpowering, which is why 
you need mages to block the sound. Well we were cutting through the 
brush of a forest to reach the cliffs where they were when we stumbled 
on a nest of Ursa. Bear-things. Hugely aggressive. We weren't expecting 
them at all." 

Jacqueline stared into the fire as she talked, tense as she recalled the 
experience. 

"They cut through the soldiers and charged the mages immediately. The 
three girls in front of me were bowled over and held down. The Ursa tore 
their uniforms off and started fucking them right there on the ground. I 
didn't know a 10-year-old's pussy could accommodate a 16-inch bearcock 
in it before that. Ursa are so hard to hurt and more were coming at us, 
and we were barely able to regroup and retreat with just the losses of 3 
mages and 10 soldiers. 

"We wanted to go back and free them, but our captain ordered us to 
continue. He said if we were stupid enough to get ambushed like that, we 
deserved to get raped by bear monsters. 'Little cunts needed a good 
dicking anyway. Might keep the rest in line,' he laughed. Plus, the 
mission was more important. The Chrysilae nest threatened the whole 
region, and we couldn't afford to get caught in another blunder. 

The soup was ready. Fera spooned it into a pair of bowls and handed one 
to Jacqueline. 

"Thanks. So we all had studied Chrysilae. They have 2 sets of 6 limbs on 
their undersides in addition to their normal legs, and they grab a girl 
by wrapping these around her and holding her tight against their thorax 
as they fly away. The base of their abdomen has a complicated bug-like 
phallus instead of a stinger, and they have three red bulbs that hold 
fluid at the base of their cock and more embedded like nodules along 
their abdomen. They fuck their girl as they fly and cum inside them, and 
orifices on the length of their cock harvest the girl's pussy juice when 
she orgasms, sucking it back into their bodies and storing it in the 
sacs. The hive is a big construction usually made in a dry concavity in 
a cliffside, with hexagonal cells filled with this blue crystallized 
resin. Each cell has a girl embedded inside it with her pussy exposed to 
the outside, so they can fly around and have fun as they impregnate each 
one. A new girl is held up against an existing cell and raped by her 
Chrysilae for days, which drinks her pussy juice and uses it to excrete 
more of the blue resin to hold her in place. Once she's firmly affixed, 
she's just another cell in the hive. 

"So we knew everything about them, right? We were prepared. We had 
spells to melt the resin and get the girls out and then burn their 
fucking bug hive to ashes. Except what we didn't know is how damn smart 
they were. Val was maintaining the spell that kept their sound muffled 
while the rest of us tore into the swarm, but one of the fuckers 
divebombed her and knocked her off her feet. She lost control of the 
spell for just an instant, and that...*buzzing* broke right through. 
Gods I've never felt something so...so..." 

Jacqueline swallowed awkwardly and looked down at her soup, then set the 
bowl down. 

"Val was rolling around with her mage's skirt pulled up, fingering 
herself, when one flew down and wrapped all those bug legs around her 
like a cage. I saw it stuff its big bug cock into her pussy and then fly 
off with her. Tess was on her knees, pulling her clothes off and rubbing 
herself all over and moaning. Another one got her. Shallan tried to 
fight back, but when she pointed her staff at the one landing on top of 
her it just grabbed it with its mandibles and crunched it in two. It 
seemed to enjoy pushing her down and listening to her scream. 

"The rest of us got away, somehow," Jacqueline said. "But the hive had 
20 new cells filled with little girls by the time we left. I had 
promised Val that if anything happened to her, I would take care of 
Parah. Once I left the Order I went and found her." 

An uncomfortable silence stretched over the camp. Fera didn't know what 
to say. The poor mage seemed so vulnerable, just a tiny 12-year-old in a 
skimpy patchwork of gossamer cloth that did almost nothing to hide the 
nakedness of her petite body. Not much to wield the forces of the cosmos 
against armies of monstrous beasts slavering to rape her silly. 

"So much for that." Jacqueline shrugged nonchalantly, but Fera saw the 
moisture forming in the corners of her eyes. "Parah was only 6. She's 
probably wiggling on a trio of Minotaurum cocks right now with her 
little belly growing with pregnancy. Minotaurum like to make good use of 
all a girl's holes." 

"Jacqueline! Come on. Here." Fera pulled the girl into a hug just as her 
friend had done for her earlier, squeezing Jacqueline's shoulders as her 
chest hitched with a strangled sob. Her confident scent was gone, 
replaced by a shy vulnerability. This was the real Jacqueline, 
soft-hearted and vulnerable once her superficial in-charge demeanor 
finally dropped. 

"Ok." Jacqueline sniffed one last time and wiped the tears from her eyes 
as their hug broke. "I'm ok. Thanks Fera." 

Fera gave her a crooked smile. Jacqueline was so cute, her nose and 
cheeks flushed red in the firelight. She wanted to pull her back into an 
embrace, hold the girl in her arms and help soothe the weight of the 
world on her shoulders. 

"It's just...burning one bug hive isn't going to do anything. Purging 
one Arachma nest doesn't help anymore. It used to, when there weren't so 
many monsters. Now with most of the South overrun, there are so many 
little girls eagerly breeding more monsters that we're more helpless 
than ever. That's why I have to find a way to stop them all. That's why 
your help is so important Fera." 

"How many different kinds of monsters are there?" Fera asked. 

Jacqueline shrugged. "Nobody knows. We've identified thousands already, 
and are discovering more all the time." 

"And they come from the South?" 

"No, no..." Jacqueline scrubbed the last of the tears from her face. 
"Southern Teleria is just where we first saw them. We don't know how 
they get here, but monsters come from the Abyss. It's a dimension of 
infinitely intertwined layers. We don't know anything about it." 

"Well," she corrected herself with a sly grin, "MOST mages don't know 
anything about it. I stole a book from that woman Sheila d'Anzer. It was 
ancient, probably from Aen Sielle, and a lot of it was muddled. The 
foundational magic in the book was starting to break down, and the few 
bits I could read were almost maddeningly vague. It kept praising 
something it called the Consumation. But I managed to pick up a few 
things from it: Org-reh and Ettu are from a place called Utgard. And 
there was another chapter about a plane called Antenora, and it said 
that Dopplegangers and Grelleth could be found there. It made it sound 
like those places didn't really exist though, like they were just 
abstractions. I think whoever wrote it was nuts." 

"If monsters come from the abyss, is that where magic comes from too?" 

"Definitely not!" Jacqueline laughed. "No, magic doesn't COME from 
anywhere. It's not some separate piece of reality. It IS reality." 
Jacqueline waved her hands vaguely. "It's in everything, everywhere, 
behind everything. The instructors who taught us magical theory called 
it "the plenary complement of causality." It's an essential part of, 
well, everything." She shook her head in frustration. "It's hard to 
explain this to someone without any magical training." 

"Try me." Fera's tail bristled slightly. She wasn't stupid. 

"Well..." the mage paused, lips pursed in thought. "It's tempting to 
think of magic as its own thing all alone and independent, but that's 
not right at all. Think of your shadow on the ground on a sunny day. If 
the sun goes away, what happens to your shadow?" 

"It would go away too," Fera replied. 

"Right. So the light and the shadow are complements. They can only exist 
with each other. You couldn't have just a shadow in that situation, but 
no light, and you couldn't have light without also casting the shadow." 

"I think I get it," Fera said. "Everywhere you go, there's magic." 

"Wherever there's reality, there's magic," Jacqueline nodded. "It 
doesn't go away or get moved around or used up." 

"I thought mages used up magic to cast spells." 

"Think of it this way." Jacqueline waved her hands expansively. "Did you 
know there's water in the air all the time? Tons of it, everywhere, 
floating around in tiny bits too small to see. If enough bits get close 
enough together, they form a droplet which can move around and do things 
the bits could never do on their own. The nature of it hasn't changed, 
but the capability has. Enough droplets, and you get rain." 

"That's what we do," Jacqueline went on. "We bring all the tiny bits of 
magical power together. We condense it, until there's enough substance 
to mold into the shape we want. That's the gift the gods left our world: 
an infinite sea of magic, luminous, suffusing everything and binding it 
all together. 

The rising drone of crickets had added their noise to the crackling of 
the fire. Fera wrapped her arms around her legs and curled her tail up 
to ward off the chill. Overhead, stars twinkled in a calming sea. It was 
comforting, to think of a light and a power that lingered behind every 
stone, every blade of grass. 

"Here, watch this." 

Jacqueline waved her staff casually at the pool, tracing a delicate 
sheen of blue light that rippled from the gem at the end of her staff 
and then slowly faded in the air. A blue glimmer began to show from the 
depths of the water, rising into a pale brilliance that suddenly pulsed 
outward and caused a thousand flickering lights to ignite in the air. 
Fera gaped. The motes drifted gently in the air like tiny stars. One 
floated by her eyes and she peered at it, seeing the glimmering outline 
of an insect-like creature swimming deep in the pool of light. 

"Arcmites," Jacqueline said. 

"What are they?" Fera cupped her hands around one of the tiny flickers, 
catching it like a firefly. It pulsed warmly in her hands, vibrating 
with a silent buzz that tickled until she finally opened them again to 
let the creature drift out. 

"I don't think anybody knows what they really are. They appear sometimes 
in the wake of large magical currents. Magic is like sunlight, 
illuminating everything. Mages are like mirrors. We can reflect it and 
shape it how we desire." 

Jacqueline stood up and held out her staff. A dozen of the floating 
motes drifted down to rest on the gem at the tip, as if attracted to it. 

"Other creatures, like these arcmites, are more like windows, letting 
the true nature of the magical reality shine through. Our world is 
swimming in magical beauty all the time, and most people don't even 
realize it. Magic is a binding force and a fabric that stretches through 
all the planes and everything that lives. The monsters too. They can 
wield it. It's as much a part of them as it is us. We don't know why. 
But humans have forgotten almost everything we used to know about magic. 
The old mages of Aen Sielle, they knew everything. We barely know 
scraps." 

It was over Fera's head, but the passion on Jacqueline's face was 
infectious. 

"What happened to them?" Fera asked. 

"I don't know. Nobody knows. It was thousands of years ago. Maybe they 
uncovered something they couldn't handle. Personally, I think it was 
monsters. But we'll use magic to beat them. This time, we won't lose." 

Determination on her face, Jacqueline punctuated this pronouncement with 
a thrust of her staff over her head. Light gleamed from the tip, then 
trailed in a ribbon through the air as the mage brought it down in a 
wide swish and then twirled around, streamers of diaphanous cloth 
flaring out into a helix around her legs. The dwindling fire suddenly 
went out by itself, filling the clearing with pale shadows, and the 
crickets died off abruptly. 

After a silent moment, a blue light pulsed simultaneously from the pool, 
once, faintly, then again, and then a third time in a blue flash that 
briefly illuminated the whole camp. All at once, the mites began to glow 
fiercely, flickering in perfect time with each other, and Jacqueline 
circled her staff in the air in a final gesture that set them all in 
motion, swirling around the edges and roof of the campsite like a 
brilliant galaxy, picking up speed and scintillating through hues of 
pink and blue and purple. 

Fera stood up, mouth hanging open. It was magnificent. A multitude of 
mites sailed the currents of an invisible whirlpool, covering the girl's 
camp in a dazzling canopy of graceful motion and color. This must be 
what the universe looked like to the gods, Fera thought. Infinite seas 
of lights, each one a star, a world, or many worlds, sailing through an 
ever-changing expanse of luminous beauty. She looked over at Jacqueline, 
saw her eyes uplifted with a delighted grin on her face, enjoying the 
sight just as much as Fera was. Flashing hues played against the 
12-year-old girl's body, coloring her smooth skin and blonde hair, 
suffusing the translucent cloth of the skimpy mage uniform until it was 
almost invisible to the eye. The pink peaks of her nipples were plainly 
visible, delicate nubs poking out invitingly. Those and the ruby between 
them were the only decorations on the flat sweep of the girl's chest and 
stomach. The armwraps and hanging cloth over her pussy took on such a 
fragile appearance from the soft light that they seemed like gauze that 
might tear at any moment. 

"Jacqueline." She whispered, taking a step closer and peering at her 
shoulder. "Jac." The girl dropped her head suddenly and turned, almost 
brushing lips her against Fera's own, surprised by the sudden closeness. 
She was so adorable. Jacqueline's warm breath played over Fera's lips, 
making them tingle, and Fera had a sudden desire to press forward, to 
sample the girl's inviting taste, to wrap her arms around her under the 
light of their personal stars. 

"Jac, your shoulder," she swallowed nervously and rested her hand on 
Jacqueline's back. "I think it's bleeding again." 

Jacqueline turned and Fera bent to look. The bottom of the gash was 
healing well enough, but the top was still ragged, and a trickle of 
blood was worming its way out from a break near the top. Too much moving 
around. It had probably broken a little on the horse ride and been 
aggravated by all the long sweeps of the staff. 

"I'll have to bandage it again. Here, sit down." Fera guided the girl to 
sit on the bedroll with a hand on her shoulder, then retrieved the 
little satchel with their medical supplies from the saddlebags. 

"Does it hurt?" She asked Jacqueline, as she kneeled behind her. 

"Yeah. It-ouch!" She winced slightly as Fera gently touched her finger 
to the top of the wound. 

"Sorry. Luckily it's not bleeding too bad." Fera used the little 
scissors to slice a section of bandage off the roll, then pressed it to 
the lip of the wound. Jacqueline's shoulders tensed, but Fera held the 
cloth in place until blood had stopped seeping from the edge. 

Fera pulled out the balm and leaned forward. "Ok, I'll rub some of this 
in," she whispered into Jacqueline's ear. "It should help with the 
pain." 

She dipped her fingers in the oily substance and began to massage it 
into the skin around the wound on Jacqueline's back. The fluid slicked 
onto the naked skin easily, glistening in the flickering starlight 
before Fera's stroking fingers could work it in. She worked her way 
down, tenderly brushing the balm around the red gap of the cut, taking 
care at the edges of the wound. Moving the skin too much might make it 
bleed again. Instead her fingers worked an inch away from the cut, 
spreading the soothing medicine and massaging it until the oily sheen 
had mostly dried. It even smelled nice, like a field bursting with 
wildflowers. 

"Does that feel good?" Fera let the breath of her whisper tickle her 
friend's ear. 

Jacqueline nodded. "Yeah. Mmmm, doesn't hurt anymore." She sniffed and 
sighed, tense muscles relaxing under Fera's touch. Fera dipped her 
fingers again and worked along the last inch of the angry red cut, until 
she reached the strap of white dreamcloth that crossed the back of 
Jacqueline's shoulder near the bottom of the wound. It was in the way. 
The ragged curve of the cut ended under the filmy cloth. 

Jac had relaxed entirely, leaning back into the massage, head nodding 
with the motion and eyes drooping with languid flutters. 

"It goes under your top here." Fera's fingertip traced a curve across 
the fabric. "You'll have to take it off." 

Still leaning back against Fera's chest, Jacqueline turned her head 
slightly, and Fera saw the shy reluctance in her eyes, the nervousness. 
It was so sweet. Their faces were pressed close together again, breaths 
mixing to a hot rush in the space between their lips. The girl in her 
arms became a focus for every one of Fera's acute senses: the sudden 
rush of her heartbeat, the melting tension in her shoulder where Fera 
was touching, the tender scent of girlish arousal pouring from her body. 
Fera leaned forward slightly and turned her head, brushing her lips 
against Jacqueline's, a gentle invitation. After a brief moment 
Jacqueline pushed back, and their lips met in a wet embrace. 

Human girls were so lovely, Fera thought, enjoying the sweet taste of 
Jacqueline's kiss. So shy, so tender, with a deep core of innocent 
energy that they kept barely concealed just beneath the surface. It 
rushed forward now, Jacqueline suddenly pressing back harder on her 
lips, sampling the catgirl's taste with equal enthusiasm. After a moment 
they broke, foreheads touching, both girl's chests heaving together with 
the flush of their shared passion. Jacqueline's fingers crept up her 
chest, slowly, as if uncertain, and rested against the ruby clasp 
between her breasts. Fera's hands slid around her chest and met in 
front, resting on Jacqueline's own, feeling their warmth against her 
greasy palms. 

Slowly, their fingers pushed the clasp together until it popped open. 
Nothing else kept the mage's sheer top attached. Their hands moved 
together, slowly spreading the cloth, pulling it up to Jacqueline's 
shoulders and baring her flat breasts. Fera reached around and grasped 
the little girl's chest, pinching the pink nipples and rolling them 
teasingly. 

"mmmmMMMMMMMPH!" The low moan built until Jacqueline's head suddenly 
jerked back onto Fera's shoulder with a gasp. Fera could feel 
Jacqueline's excitement buzzing through her body, horny energy quivering 
in her muscles like lute strings and mounting to higher octaves each 
time Fera gave a gentle tug to her nipples. A few more twists, cupping 
the humble curves of sweet flesh that was the most a 12-year-old girl 
could offer, feeling the warmth of Jacqueline's cheek cupped against her 
own, and she let up. 

"I...I'm..." Jacqueline's hands were shaking. She fingered her staff as 
if putting it down were unthinkable, but she finally let it rest in the 
grass. The wound on her shoulder had stopped bleeding. Her hands came up 
and covered Fera's own on her chest, fingers twining tentatively. 

"I'm a virgin," Jacqueline whispered, swallowing nervously. 

The confusion on Fera's face must have been evident. She had already 
felt Jacqueline's pussy. 

"It's, well, the horses. You ride them for a long time and...uh..." The 
girl blushed crimson. Her eyes were downcast, shy. She looked adorable. 

It explained a few things, Fera thought. The way the vulnerable girl was 
quivering in her arms, fearful on the cusp of her new experience. Fera 
tried to smile reassuringly, then decided to plant another light kiss on 
the girl's lips instead. 

"That's all the better." Fera breathed the words into Jacqueline's ear. 
"Don't be scared." She turned her head slightly, and saw the timid 
interest reflected in the 12-year-old girl's eyes from the scintillating 
heavens overhead, felt it in the slight squirm of her thin hips. She 
stroked outward across the smooth field of Jacqueline's chest, then 
gripped the airy edges of the white dreamcloth and pulled it farther 
back, letting the girl shrug her way out of the garment. 

A girl's first time was special beyond words. She would make it good. 
Still, how could it be that a 12-year-old girl was still a virgin in 
this world? Her impression was that most fathers in Teleria would do the 
deed for their daughters whenever they felt they were old enough. If 
not, someone else would. She wished she had known her own father, had 
been able to share that gift with him. But the Felis were close-knit and 
her sisters had shown her the way when she was little and then never let 
her go unsatisfied, just as she did for them. 

Leaning forward with a gentle coax of the shoulders, Fera got Jacqueline 
to scoot up and lie on her back on the bedroll. So sweet, she thought 
again. The last traces of anxiety had melted away from the little girl 
as she laid back, brilliant ripples of blue and purple light playing 
across her naked torso. Fera hooked a leg over so she could straddle the 
girl and rubbed her hips just above the metallic sheen of the golden 
braces at her hips, then stroked all the way up, revelling in the 
smoothness of the pink, perfect skin that humans had. She bent, 
embracing the girl with a kiss, lips pushing and writhing together and 
exchanging slick blobs of heated saliva. She even tasted wonderful, Fera 
thought. 

They broke their kiss with a gasp and Fera sat back up. Her own pussy 
was flaring with a desperate itch under her skirt, muscles twitching in 
anticipation and sending trickles of juice down her legs. She reached 
down to the clasps that held the braces in place around Jacqueline's 
hips - the only hard piece of protection in the little girl's entire 
skimpy uniform - and undid them so she could pull them off. The delicate 
ribbons of hanging white cloth went with them, as did the flap of 
gold-edged sheer fabric that passed for panties and was the sole 
material barrier between the mage's little 12-year-old pussy and the 
monsters she fought. 

Jacqueline lifted her hips as Fera pulled the rest of her clothing off, 
leaving the girl naked under her on the bedroll, smooth skin shining in 
the firelight. Demure and slender, her thin body seemed so delicate, the 
mage's body a supple and vulnerable weapon against the muscled 
thousand-pound brutes she destroyed with her magic. 

Jacqueline reached up shyly, lingering on the regions of Fera's silky 
fur before creeping up and under the useless flap of half-disintegrated 
cloth covering Fera's chest. Such a warm thrill, to feel another girl's 
fingers on your nipples for the first time. Fera squeezed her thighs and 
moaned from the growing tingling in her chest. Cautious, inexperienced, 
Jacqueline explored Fera's breasts with her virgin grasp, fingers 
brushing Fera's pink nubs. Fera pulled the tattered brown cloak up and 
over her shoulders and tossed it aside, then unbuttoned the shredded 
skirt and pulled it off her hips. The chill of the night air had coaxed 
her nipples to an erect flush, and she squeaked at the sudden pinch of 
the other girl's fingers. 

Jacqueline dropped her hands shyly, but Fera gave her a lewd smile, then 
bent down to find the tiny slit waiting for her. It was a perfect little 
treat, the hairless, puffy lips blushing with arousal and beaded with 
moisture. She coaxed a moan and a shiver of the hips from Jacqueline as 
she brushed the outside edge with a tentative finger, ending at the tiny 
red jewel hidden at the crest. Gently, she rubbed it with increasing 
pressure until Jacqueline jerked and arched her neck, moaning louder - 
that sweet little noise, the sudden squeak of a little girl as she was 
touched for the first time was the best thing ever, Fera thought. The 
juices beginning to seep out told her she was doing something right. 

Fera slid her fingers down the sticky groove, probing the pre-pubescent 
slit, then ducked her head to kiss the tiny labial edges barely peeking 
from the sides. Looking up, she saw the eager horniness flaring back at 
her in Jacqueline's eyes. She seemed such a different girl in bed, not 
the commanding master of the arcane that swept her foes before her and 
only started the occasional wildfire, but just a tiny, slender, 
vulnerable girl with a shy demeanor and a supple, naked frame with a 
flat chest that hadn't even budded a pair of growing breasts yet. Like 
an unspoiled flower, no match at all for the hulking, rapacious 
creatures that scoured the world looking for little girl pussy. 

Fera rubbed the girl's sides, tail flicking excitedly, then raised her 
head to the pink tips that crested from Jacqueline's smooth chest. She 
licked one and brushed it with her lips, then moved to the other, 
wrapping it in a gentle suckle. Hands brushed her head from both sides, 
cuddling her cheeks and hair, the girl's body responding underneath her. 
She pulled off the tiny nipple with a wet pop, leaving a circle of 
saliva that pearled in the flickering firelight, then moved up and 
buried the girl in another kiss, lips twisting with their mounting 
urgency and desire for each other. 

Fera circled the smooth skin of Jacqueline's navel with a lone finger, 
then sent it lower as she crushed the girl to the bedroll with her 
hungry kiss. Her finger trailed down the naked belly until she brushed 
up against the hairless pussy again, finding it slick and inviting. One 
gentle push inside, and Jacqueline's pelvis bucked and her legs clamped 
together. 

"MmmmmmMMMPH!" Jacqueline arched her back and squealed as she was 
penetrated. Hot pressure wrapped Fera's fingers as she pushed in, 
probing, feeling the walls of the velvet vice. If anything it was even 
more tight and juicy than the first time she had felt it. She took it 
slow, staying just inside and playing her other fingers over the 
delicate lips, spreading the dew around them and over the tiny red jewel 
until her fingers were slick. Blushing, Jacqueline met her kiss again, 
then broke it off with a turn of her head. She was still shy about her 
inexperience. 

Fera just giggled and trailed her lips down the girl's graceful neck, 
planting kisses all the way to her shoulders. The trail of wet circles 
glistened in the orange firelight. Fera's practiced hands worked the 
little human pussy until the sweet sounds of a girl gasping with 
pleasure finally spilled out into the air of the clearing. 

"I always thought...first time...would be...with a boy." Jacqueline's 
chest was heaving as she gasped out the words. "I don't even...know how, 
with...". 

"Shhhh." Fera quieted her with a touch. "I'll show you." 

Fera sat up and moved back. Cupping a hand under each of Jacqueline's 
legs, she pulled them up, then leaned forward. She could feel 
Jacqueline's thighs twitching with anticipation against her own. Once in 
position, Fera bent down again until their chests rubbed together and 
the steaming heat of their pussies brushed up against each other. 

The slow grind of her pelvis rubbed her own dripping cunt up against 
Jacqueline's, the brushing sensation of slippery genitalia sparking an 
electric pleasure that raced up from her crotch. Both girls moaned in 
unison, shuddering in intimate contact. Slippery juices mixed between 
the sloppy kiss of their pussy lips. Their hands roamed each other's 
bodies greedily, the twined pair of prepubescent girls sampling the 
feelings of each other's sweet curves and smooth flesh. Jacqueline's 
hands roamed her hips, stroking the silky fur. Fera kept up the 
pressure, moving her hips to rub the little virgin slit with her own. 

Her tail lashed excitedly. Her ears twitched with delight. Jacqueline 
writhed and squirmed under her, cooing from the pleasure of their 
contact. So innocent, such an animated little 12-year-old, body 
quivering with delight and face and neck flushed red. Fera had wanted to 
hold that body against her since she saw her friend dancing in the 
dawn's light, vibrant blonde hair and sheer white cloth streaming out 
behind her. Her hips pushed and the pace increased, vulvas sliding and 
rubbing together. Jacqueline began to push back, giving a cute little 
squeak each time she did so. Fera's fur bristled and her heart pumped 
wildly in her chest. Her gasps matched Jacqueline's, the wild panting of 
both beginning to synchronize as they raced towards climax. 

Wild streaks arced up her spine. Their hips bucked together, faster, 
Fera pushing down on the writhing girl, hot breath on her neck and 
pointed nipples tickling her chest. Their pussies slapped and slid 
together in a wild frenzy, heated friction finally boiling over into a 
torrent of primal energy that sparked to life and crackled up her nerves 
until it detonated as a sheet of ecstasy in her brain. 

Jacqueline jerked and wiggled under her, hands gripping Fera's thighs as 
she cried out with her own climax. Pleasure ripped control of Fera's 
muscles away and she collapsed against the body beneath her, thighs 
clenching wildly, chests rubbing together, trading sweat, two pairs of 
erect nipples brushing against and dueling each other. The wild storm of 
pleasure crashed over both girls, connecting them together even as it 
hurled them into the violent currents of their coital tempest, a tangle 
of girlish limbs twined together in pleasure with hot breath washing 
each other's necks. The pair shuddered together as the shared orgasm 
crested and finally began to slowly taper off, leaving the two little 
girls lying dazed in each other's arms on the bedroll. 

"Mmmmmm." Fera became aware of Jacqueline wiggling comfortably under 
her. "That's way better than riding horses. Hey...I was ok, right?" 

Fera tried not to laugh as Jacqueline looked at her with that shy 
nervousness in her eyes. "You were great Jac." She gave the girl a 
nuzzle and a brief kiss. The smile returned on the little girl's face 
was heartwarming. 

"Thanks," Jacqueline said. "You're sweet. I haven't done much. I mean, I 
know how to suck a guy if he wants it." Her cheeks blushed briefly 
crimson. "Most girls don't come out of the academy still a virgin, but 
then again, I never actually finished my training." 

Fera pulled the top layer of the bedroll over them to ward off the 
creeping chill of the night. The girls snuggled closer together under 
the sheepskin fabric. 

"What happened?" She asked. 

"Well...remember that friend I mentioned, Alinayah? I left when she did. 
It got kind of messy. But she showed me almost everything about how to 
use magic. We were pretty good friends." 

"She sounds nice." 

"Yeah." Jacqueline rolled over, spooning back against Fera so they could 
get more comfortable. "I miss her. I miss everyone I trained with, 
actually. They're all gone now. Even Allie." 

She yawned and pulled the cover higher over her shoulder. "We should get 
some rest. We still have a few days to go." 

Fera stretched her legs and snuggled under the covers against 
Jacqueline's warm back, purring comfortably. She didn't really want to 
go to sleep yet. Her fingers skimmed past the shoulder into the valley 
and up the slopes of the girl's hip, lightly brushing the smooth skin, 
ending with a light squeeze on her plump bottom. Human girls weren't 
half bad. She liked the embarrassed blushes, the shy reluctance that 
transformed into sweet energy as they gave in and pushed back. Maybe she 
could get Jac to go another round. The slow rise and fall of the little 
girl's chest rubbed the fur under Fera's arm when she moved forward to 
rub the sexy tummy. 

"Jacqueline?" The girl stirred against her chest drowsily. She wasn't 
asleep yet. 

"Hmmmmmm, what is it?" Jacqueline asked, words stretching out into a 
long yawn. 

"Your friend Alinayah...what happened to her?" 

Fera thought she had made a mistake. Jacqueline stiffened against her, 
pulse quickening. She didn't answer. 

"Nevermind," Jacqueline said finally. "Let's go to sleep." 

Fera lay still, her arm wrapped around the girl, ears twitching as she 
stared into the fire. The flames were still burning high, crackling 
merrily in a staccato protest against the sleepy sounds of the night. 
Dry leaves rustled in the dark - deer. She could smell them. A pair of 
owls hooted overhead, drawing closer to each other one fluttering branch 
at a time. Twin saucers gleamed in the depths of a bush. Fera's eyes 
were every bit as excellent as her ears; she could see the little racoon 
watching them, curious if they would leave any food behind. A wolf 
howled its long, lonely keen far away over the hills. 

Fera's arm nearly ripped off as Jacqueline sat bolt upright in shock. 

"SHIT!" 

The girl leaped up in a panic, fire flickering on her naked backside as 
she dashed around the campfire. 

"What?" Fera stared in confusion. Jacqueline was donning her flimsy mage 
uniform with lightning speed. "Jac what's wrong?" 

Jacqueline grabbed the buckle of the pack, not bothering to lash it 
tight, and slung it over her shoulder. "SHIT!" She rolled her staff in 
frantic circles, trailing glowing sparkles in the dark, and their 
scattered supplies lifted silently off the ground, curling into a 
whirlwind around the fire and funnelling into the open top of the other 
pack. "GET UP!" she yelled. 

Fera rolled over and pulled on her tattered skirt and thin cloak. 
Whatever it was, it had spooked Jacqueline like the abyss itself. 

The racoon fled and the owls flapped away from the ruckus. The wolf 
howled again, closer, its long cry drifting mournfully on the wind. 

"Jacqueline." The girl was ignoring her, rolling the bedroll and 
snapping the buckles into place. "Is it the wolf? It's just a wolf." 

"Sure." Her voice was ugly with a faint snarl. "Just a wolf." She kicked 
the bundled bedroll into Fera's hands and busied herself wrapping the 
long golden laces of her sandals around her legs. "The valley. It had to 
be the fucking valley. Should have stayed on the hills." She muttered 
and fussed angrily. "Wards, my fucking wards. Didn't set my wards. Too 
distracted. Damn the gods..." 

Jacqueline dashed over to Meredith after she was done with her sandals. 
The mare had cropped grass when they stopped and then drowsed all 
evening, but she was spooked now, dancing nervously. 

"Sorry girl. I'll come back for you." Jacqueline ripped buckles loose 
and yanked off the saddle and bridle, then grabbed the mare's ear and 
screamed into it. 

"RUN GIRL!" She matched this with a powerful slap on the horse's rump, 
and Meredith took off running into the darkness as if she knew what to 
do. 

"Can you make a portal?" Fera was scared now. She didn't like the fear 
growing in the mage's eyes. 

Jacqueline wrapped the light leather sling over her shoulder, but the 
hanging pouches tangled with the loose straps of the pack. "Fuck!" She 
threw the sling to the ground. "I'm not strong enough to make one from a 
place I don't know. No more stupid questions. Move!" She grabbed Fera's 
arm like a vise and pushed her ahead. "MOVE!" 

Fera ran. They scraped past prickly branches and burst into a stretch of 
clearing flooded with pale moonlight. Jacqueline raced ahead at a dead 
sprint, gasping, arms and legs pumping. Fera followed as best she could, 
bewildered. The girl smelled like raw terror. If she had a tail, it 
would have been bristling out behind her. She streaked like lightning 
through the open fields between the trees, narrowly avoiding blundering 
into a rock her human eyes couldn't see, and Fera began to fall behind. 

The slender form whirled as they passed a boulder and grabbed Fera's 
shoulder. Light flashed in her eyes, dwindling instantly to a muted glow 
of purple and green. Jacqueline was swinging her staff with one hand, 
muttering incoherently, holding Fera's shoulder with other. Glittering 
motes tumbled from the jewelled end into a sheet that rushed among the 
blades of grass on the ground they had passed, flowing silently into a 
wide path of twinkling stardust that stretched back they way they had 
come. Fera stared in wonder, gasping as she rested her hands on her 
legs. It was beautiful. The lights flared briefly and then faded into 
darkness. 

"No smell. Probably won't help," Jacqueline whispered to herself 
angrily. Howling cries echoed dolefully one after the other from the 
dark country behind them. Fera counted three of them, then almost 
tripped when Jacqueline yanked her roughly by the shoulder. Grass 
swished under their feet as they ran again. 

Their path intersected a stream and Fera followed Jacqueline as she 
began to follow the shore. She managed to grab her friend's arm just in 
time to keep her from tripping on a branch she couldn't see in the 
starlight. Jacqueline nodded in thanks and the girls kept running. 

"Here." Jacqueline pointed and waded into the stream at a low section of 
water. "We'll keep moving and come out at a different spot. Come on!" 

Both girls hiked up their skirts and waded quickly upstream through 
placid water that came almost up to their knees. They kept moving for 
several minutes as the howling of the wolves seemed to drift away behind 
them. The trailing streamers of white dreamcloth on Jacqueline's uniform 
were sopping wet when they emerged on the other side. 

"We probably lost them," Fera gasped. The girls leaned on their knees to 
rest. She didn't hear any more howling. Jacqueline shook her head. "No," 
she panted. "Not so easy to get away from Rapewolves. We've gotta keep 
running." She pointed to a circular bluff in the distance, steep sides 
gleaming pale in the starlight. "Maybe if we can get up there we'll find 
some place defensible." 

They took off running again, and Fera was just about to voice her 
skepticism of Jacqueline's paranoia when a howl erupted behind them - 
long and eager...and close. The howl of a beast on the hunt. It was 
joined by two more in the distance. 

"DAMN!" Jacqueline managed to put on even more speed. Their path was 
taking them into deeper brush and scattered stands of trees. Fera kept 
following the white figure in front of her as fast as she could. The 
girl ducked under tree branches and swatted bushes aside, nimbly dancing 
through the vegetation like a nymph, gossamer cloth catching starlight 
and doing almost nothing to cover her tiny, naked body. Fera's sensitive 
ears could hear the girl's terrified heartbeat amidst the slapping 
branches, but they also began to make out the sounds of running and 
eager snarling not far them. Icy fear crept up her throat. 

Jacqueline tripped, a loose stone catching her up, and twisted as she 
fell on a thick bush. She got up immediately, facing the way they had 
come and holding her staff defensively in front of her. A tiny trickle 
of blood leaked from her nose. 

"No..." She mumbled, the words frigid. "No no no no. Not this." 

The bluff was too far away, and the howling was just behind them. 

"Can we hide?" Fera pointed to where a pair of clustered cane trees had 
grown together near their tops, forming a nice nook in the vegetation 
beneath. 

"We can't, we can't..." Hysteria was slowly overtaking Jacqueline's 
voice. She twisted her staff suddenly and an aura flashed into view 
around them briefly, then faded. Something defensive maybe. "Ok...ok..." 
Jacqueline seemed paralyzed, the words stuttering out and tears 
streaming down her cheeks. Fera grabbed her arm and hauled her into the 
nook between the bushes. The branches covered them perfectly. 

Jacqueline had collapsed onto her knees on the forest floor, sobbing 
quietly. Fera tried to shush her. She had never seen the mage lose her 
control like this. Rapewolves, something about them had scared 
Jacqueline to death and taken the fight out of her. The mage's sobbing 
finally quieted, but she held on to her staff with a white-knuckled grip 
so tight that it showed even in the darkness. 

It was eerie listening to all the normal sounds of the forest fade away. 
Her cat senses could pick up every bird fluttering its wings in the 
branches overhead, every little rodent scurrying along the forest floor 
for its meals, but one by one each sound dropped off. Even the tired 
buzzing of the summer insects faded away until a pall of silence covered 
the area. Dread squeezed her heart and she crouched farther down, 
peering out into the darkness with her slitted eyes. She saw it: a 
hulking, hairy creature like a monstrous wolf gliding silently through 
the vegetation. It stopped for a moment, and reared up, placings its two 
massive paws on a fallen log and sniffing the air with a grunt that 
spilled mist into the air. The beast was enormous, a furry nightmare the 
size of a bull with glowing red eyes and a menacing row of sharp canine 
teeth along its snout. From its belly protruded a squirming array of 
tentacles that twisted and clenched in the air as if eager for something 
to hold. Its fur bristled like spikes and the interplay of the massive 
muscles beneath the hide was apparent when it stepped off the log and 
put its nose to the ground. The pair of crimson eyes edged closer, 
tracking its prey. 

Fera turned and saw Jacqueline peering out beside her, her human eyes 
probably able to pick up little more than the monster's silhouette and 
glowing eyes. 

"Jacqueline. Jac!" Fera whispered in her ears, trying to break the fear 
that paralyzed the girl. "Can you kill them?" 

"Don't fight them. Run. Too hard by yourself. Need a whole company. 
Can't do it. Just run." Jacqueline mumbled incoherently. "Alinayah 
always told me that." 

"Do something! You're the mage. Set them on fire!" 

Jacqueline looked at her for a moment, then her face went grim and her 
grip hardened around her staff. She turned to look out into the 
clearing, where the Rapewolf had been joined by two more of the 
slavering creatures, their noses all tipped to the ground and coming 
closer. 

With a sudden motion of her staff, Jacqueline conjured a spell. The trio 
of creatures all looked up, paws spread and tails high in a defensive 
stance, but the mage was quicker: she thrust her staff out and an array 
of fiery spears shot out from the glittering gem at the end, lancing 
through the air and scorching the creature's fur as they tried to dodge 
away. More followed, the fast-moving bolts curving through the air to 
seek the faces and feet of the Rapewolves as they scattered. 

With a complicated pullback and twist of her staff that left a red orb 
in the air, still harrying the enemy with smaller bolts, she summoned a 
greater spell. Fera could feel the latent energy collecting in the air 
and tingling in her fur, branches curling inward as if the space itself 
was curving around the torrent of invisible power. Her ears popped, and 
a massive jet of fire suddenly roared out from the end of Jacqueline's 
staff into the clearing, filling the entire space with a roiling 
apocalyptic blaze. Fera squeezed her eyes shut against the blinding 
flash. The crackling and hissing of popping sap filled her ears and her 
nose clogged with a sudden, pungent smell of woodsmoke. She bent over, 
coughing. 

Maniacal glee painted the mage's face as she kept the jet of roaring 
flames going into the clearing. A pair of trees fell down on the side, 
their trunks already burned through. Fera slapped at the sudden pain on 
her hip, and saw the cinders. They were landing in her fur, and the area 
was already filling with smoke at head level. The Rapewolves had leaped 
into the forest and were nowhere to be seen. 

"Come on! Jacqueline!" She had to thump the girl's shoulder twice to 
break her fervor, and then both girls turned and ran away from the 
blaze, branches snapping haphazardly around them. 

It almost worked. The brush gave way to another clearing of mossy dirt 
and fallen logs. They raced across and Fera heard the hungry animal 
snuffle an instant before something heavy crashed into her back. She 
tumbled, and black fur filled her vision. The snapping jaws were an inch 
in front of her face. She screamed. The terrifying wolf loomed over her, 
straddling the little girl aggressively, keeping her pinned. Sticky 
saliva dripped on Fera's shoulders as the beast ducked its head again 
and clamped its jaws on the fabric of the pitiful cloak, shaking Fera 
like a rabbit until the cloth ripped away from her chest. Crying, Fera 
tried to twist and run, to slap at the paws all around her, but the 
beast was too heavy and too fast. More snapping and snarling. Fera 
turned her head into the dirt and shut her eyes, and felt the rest of 
the cloak coming away, leaving her naked from the waist up. 

Coarse fur rubbed her bare back, and the abominable appendages on its 
belly slithered their excited way down her back and across her bottom, 
exploring the private landscape of the little 12-year-old catgirl. 

A gasp brought her head up from the soil as something wet and firm 
brushed against her pussy, coiling like a worm and leaving an oozing 
fluid behind - the filthy tentacle had found her cunt, and another was 
poking at her asshole eagerly. 

A blast suddenly rocked the clearing with such force that it blew Fera 
to the side and onto her back. The rapacious monster had been blown off 
her. Dazed, she tried to see through the dust: Jacqueline was still 
fighting. A sheet of power sliced the air like a razor every time she 
swung her staff. When the monsters got too close, she pounded the end 
into the dirt and summoned a powerful blast that smashed the ground and 
blew everything outwards with tremendous force. The snarling creatures 
were tricky: one would bait her to swing and another would try to jump 
in after her stroke when she was vulnerable, but the girl danced and 
weaved between them, evading the snapping jaws and striking back. 

Her head swam and her eyes filled with tears as she sat up. Have to 
help. Get a knife. No knife. Get a rock, do anything. The animal part of 
her instinct spurred her body to action and she got to her feet, leaning 
on the fallen log for support. 

It was only a matter of time. The energetic pair of monsters had played 
with the 12-year-old mage, letting her keep ducking and twisting, until 
she was frantically panting and beginning to slow. A Rapewolf leaped in 
at the last second of her dodge and clamped its razor-sharp teeth on the 
end of the trailing white dreamcloth from her hip. A look of horror 
flashed on Jacqueline's face for a brief instant before the Rapewolf 
jerked the cloth and pulled the girl violently off her feet. They leaped 
on her then, pinning the screaming girl to the ground while one began 
ripping off her sheer uniform and the other seized her fallen staff in 
its jaws and crushed it in half. 

Thought gave way to blind panic as she watched the creatures efficiently 
tear their way through the skimpy mage uniform and buck the screaming, 
naked girl into position on the ground. It was all over in seconds. 
Tentacles squirmed around her arms and legs to hold her in place. The 
Rapewolf on top of her lined up its massive rod of dripping red wolf 
cock with the girl's tiny pussy, and eagerly thrust inside. 

Run. This was the end. Fera hated herself even as she turned, as she 
commanded muscles paralyzed with fear to obey. She couldn't fight 
monsters. She was just a little catgirl. She had only gone a few feet 
when something heavy smashed her back and she tumbled to the ground. 
Falling to the dirt with a grunt, she saw the creature behind her, 
sniffing the ground as it watched her, a ravenous expression on its 
face. The jutting, veiny phallus dangling from its crotch was a firm 
promise of intent. 

She got up again, crying, running for the trees, but something latched 
onto her skirt and pulled her back. Globs of saliva trickled down and 
around her buttcheeks. She flung her hands out, screaming and helpless 
as her hips were shaken, then fell forward when the pressure suddenly 
released. He had ripped off the back of her skirt. 

Crazed, she ran again. Anywhere. Away from this horrible wolf and its 
thick red cock that was as big as her arm. A furry missile darted in 
front of her and then knocked her to the side, keeping her in the 
clearing. She fell onto her chest again, and the hungry snarl was right 
next to her face when she lifted her head, a warning to stay in place. 

She was facing Jacqueline as she was raped. The wolf wanted her to 
watch, to see her friend violated. The little girl was pounding the dirt 
with her fists as the Rapewolf pistoned its prick into her from behind. 
Gasping, panting, face dirty with tears, Jacqueline shuddered and cried 
out as her virgin pussy was stretched by the substantial girth of raw 
wolf fuckmeat. He was only halfway in, but the determined panting showed 
he wasn't going to be beaten by the tightness of a little 12-year-old 
pussy. Another inch slipped in with a shriek from Jacqueline, and Fera 
could see the bulge in the skin of the girl's tummy each time the thick 
canine prick hammered another round into her. 

Fur and squirming unthinkables brushed Fera's back and two massive paws 
planted in the dirt on the sides of her head. The Rapewolf straddled his 
kitty bitch and bent to get her smell, snuffling at her ears and leaving 
a trail of saliva from the thick, pointed tongue. Fera cowered under the 
body of the creature. She had almost believed Stephan when he said there 
was a strain of Monstrum in Brutus, but there was no comparison to this 
thing's muscled body, to the sharp teeth nibbling her ears and neck so 
she could feel them, to the massive girth already pressing up against 
her pussy. 

Through the tears covering her eyes she could barely make out the naked 
form of Jacqueline on the other side of the clearing. The Rapewolves had 
rolled her over and the second one had slammed its red organ into her 
little mouth, stretching the jaw, forming a bulge in her throat as the 
fleshy rod pounded into the girl's mouth and throat and muffled her 
screams as she was raped from both ends. 

The dripping point pressed harder against Fera's pussy, rubbing a slimy 
trail of oozing precum across her legs. Fera shuddered, but the 
tentacles of the creatures held her tight and yanked her arms back when 
she struggled. Slowly it pressed in, spreading her slit open until the 
pointed head slipped inside. The rest followed in one massive thrust. 
She shrieked from the bulging invader cramming itself inside, then again 
when it pulled back and pounded forward even harder. The massive organ 
was enormous, an engorged rod of slippery velvet that thrust 
relentlessly, picking up speed, banging another inch into her tight slit 
each time. 

Her head rubbed the dirt, and despite her fear, the warm pulsing waves 
coiled into a pleasing swell in her crotch. Fingers clenching, panting 
like a beast in heat, Fera rocked back and forth under the monster with 
the violent rush of beating wolf prick burning in her pussy until her 
muscles quivered with ecstasy and lightning flashes of pleasure spiked 
up from her crotch. Canine panting filled her ears, matching her own. 
Spiky fur brushed her back and muscled thighs slammed her buttocks each 
time the Rapewolf thrust forward. Animal grunts and snarls mixed in the 
clearing with the shrieks of the two little girls, their pain turning to 
mounting pleasure as their insides were filled with the engorged flesh 
of bestial cocks. 

Spine arched and ears flattened, Fera screamed from the throbbing storm 
that filled her ears, a primal humming circuit connecting the pleasure 
center of her brain straight to the Rapewolf's plunging prick. It 
thrummed in her pussy walls, stretched so tight around the slippery 
girth that she felt like she would burst. A final powerful hammerblow 
sent her over the edge, tumbling into a sea of orgasmic ecstasy that 
gripped all her cat senses: the virile animal smell of the Rapewolf, the 
pleased snarling as his bitch learned her place, the slapping sounds of 
furry thighs sending shockwaves into her little butt, the taste of the 
drooling slobber that had drizzled down her cheek and ran along her 
lips. Fera shrieked a final time and her vision went hazy as the most 
powerful orgasm of her life shook her body from head to toe, a violent 
jerking climax that roiled through every cell and set it ablaze with 
rapturous animal delirium. The twitching wolfcock buried in her cunt 
spewed out a frothing gush that she could feel squishing upwards and 
flooding into her womb, filling the space with each spurt until her 
stomach felt like it would burst from the pressure. 

Tentacles wrapped themselves around her upper arms and thighs, and the 
ground fell away. She was being hugged to the creature's chest, a 
twitching little doggy bitch howling her way through the orgasm that 
consumed her body. The massive rush she felt had been his knot, a fist 
of hardened flesh that had crammed itself past the lips of the 
impossibly tiny pussy and locked itself inside. The world shook, her 
toes curled, every sense splintered and collided with each other in 
shards of orgasmic euphoria that washed through her like an ocean and 
then slowly began to taper off. 

Hazy, she realized the ground was moving. The Rapewolf had her locked to 
his stomach, cock buried inside, neatly securing her with the dangling 
tentacles wrapped tightly around her stomach. The twitching feelings 
from the powerful organ in her cunt felt like he was still enjoying the 
insides of the little girl as he walked, engorged fuckmeat thrumming 
with blood from the excited pulse beating in his muscled chest and 
swollen prick. She could hear it, thudding in her ears with her head 
bound right up against his chest. The beat of his slow gait and wagging 
tail vibrated the wolf prick stuffed inside her into waves of racing 
pleasure that threatened to thrust her right over the brink again. 

She looked to the side, saw Jacqueline's naked body strung up under her 
mate in the same way, the girl shaking and squirming through the last 
throes of her own orgasm. Something seemed to have disturbed the 
monsters. They stood in a row facing the edge of the clearing, paws 
spread and growling. The deep rumble in the creature's throat vibrated 
down its entire length and reverberated through the slippery connection 
of their bodies, pushing Fera into another blissful orgasm. 

An inhuman squall came from above and something violently crashed into 
her Rapewolf, throwing it to the side. Fera tumbled with it, the world 
rotating about her. She shook her head to try to dispel the combined 
dizziness. Warcries filled the clearing, piercing animal shrieks that 
threatened to break her eardrums like glass. She managed to catch a 
glimpse before her Rapewolf got to his feet: terrifying gorillas, 3 of 
them, had jumped from the trees and were assaulting the Rapewolves with 
enormous clubs. They were monstrous, grotesque and mutated with sickly 
pale fur and 4 arms each. One reared back and swung its club with 
awesome strength, battering away the unencumbered Rapewolf just as he 
leaped for the creature's throat. It pounded its chest and gave a primal 
howl. 

The dizziness clung like a fog. Fera couldn't understand what was 
happening. Her wolf leaped to the side, snarling viciously, and jumped. 
Her body jolted on the landing, and she yelped when the wolfcock locked 
inside her pounded hard up against her cervix. 

The world spun under her face and fell away again, then her naked body 
crashed up against the bristling fur hide of the gorilla creature. She 
was locked to her Rapewolf master even as he fought for his prize. Above 
her, he bit and tore and raked his powerful claws against their 
assailant, violent motions rubbing Fera's chest and stomach up against 
the filthy, oily hide, slathering her with fur and animal sweat. The 
squirming little pussy was his prize, and he wasn't going to give her up 
without a fight. Each grunting thrust of his pelvis translated to 
another slam of the enormous cock locked inside her cunt, and waves of 
cresting pleasure pushed Fera up to the margin of a heady climax again. 
The ground suddenly spun upside-down as he leaped away. 

A wild howl screeched towards them and Fera felt her master's muscles 
tense to leap again, but a sudden impact spun her on a nauseous axis and 
they fell hard, her master ending up on his side. The final jolt of 
their landing rocked the turgid prick up against her battered womb with 
such force that Fera instantly came again, squirming against her 
tentacle bonds and howling with glee. One side of her foggy vision 
resolved itself to the sight of the gorilla marching up - a fumbling, 
unnatural gait that used the back pair of hands - and reaching out with 
all 4 arms. The brutal twist and loud snap shocked her to reality as the 
Rapewolf yelped in pain, then its muscles went slack. 

Shivering from fear and her multiple orgasms, Fera saw the same thing on 
the other side of the clearing. The two other gorillas had Jacqueline's 
Rapewolf down, and one wasted no time breaking its spine and then 
smashing its head in with a club. The final wolf howled in rage and 
snapped at the pair, but couldn't get past the deft swings of their 
clubs. It finally turned and retreated into the forest, its tail between 
its legs. 

A dream, Fera thought, as the gorilla approached her. Or a nightmare. 
She couldn't decide which. Everything was beyond hazy. Five impossibly 
large fingers wrapped around each of her hips and pulled. The Rapewolf's 
tentacles had loosened their grip, but the wolfcock stuffed inside her 
was just as engorged as it had been a minute ago. She screamed when the 
heavy hands yanked her body harder and the bulging knot of meat popped 
past her pussy lips like a cork from a bottle. Warm fluid gushed down 
her thighs and coarse fur rubbed her stomach. The ground moved beneath 
her. The thing was carrying her on its shoulder. 

"Jacqueline? Jac!" Fera shrieked when the monsters tossed them both onto 
the springy grass by the fallen log in the center of the clearing. She 
clutched her naked friend. Cum was smeared across Jacqueline's face, on 
her lips, in her nostrils, dripping from her hair and chin and bubbling 
in her mouth as the girl shivered frantically on the tail end of an 
avalanche of orgasms. Her hands reached out reflexively, fingers 
clenching, and Fera took them in her own. 

"Fera...Fera...god it felt so...good." Jacqueline was heaving like a 
billowing sail. "Just so fucking...gods. Never felt like that. They 
never told us." 

"Are we saved? What are they?" Bleary-eyed, Fera looked over her 
shoulder at the trio of pale ape creatures, conferring with each other 
in snarling grunts and chest beatings a few feet away. Grotesque 
abominations, they had only sunken pockets of flesh where their eyes 
should be and some kind of writhing distention of the gut on their 
stomachs. 

"Not...not saved-" Jacqueline hiccuped, and a huge dollop of cum and 
drool bubbled past her lips and down her chin. A warm flood was running 
from her pussy too, matching Fera's own, the fluids mingling in the 
slippery space between their thighs. "Corpsum Gorillas. They're rare. 
Undead. You don't want to know...", She shook her head, shoulders 
shaking, then reached up and grabbed Fera by the shoulders. "Run Fera, 
if you get the chance. Just run. They're not very fast." She choked and 
swallowed some of the leftover white spunk in her mouth. "Because 
they're going to-NO!" 

A gorilla had yanked the tiny girl up by her arm like a doll, holding 
her naked 12-year-old body close to its face with one pair of arms, and 
squeezing her bottoms and thighs with another. Fera scrambled back on 
her hands and knees, mind frozen with fear now that she had a good look 
at the creature. A pair of huge hands picked her up abruptly and shoved 
her onto her back on the log, then loomed over her to inspect its prize. 

The muzzled face gave the monster an undeniable ape-like appearance. It 
leaned close, sniffing her curiously, apparently unsure what she was. It 
liked the feel of her pussy though. Giant stubby fingers probed the 
sopping slit, still leaking a heavy flow of wolf sperm, while the other 
pair of hands brushed her fur and squeezed the little catgirl's hips 
suggestively. Its jaw creaked wide open, horrifyingly open, as if it 
were broken, and Fera screamed in terror. 

The bifurcated tongue-like tentacle that slid out caressed her face and 
coiled against her lips. She shook her head violently, shrieking 
hysterically, but a massive hand clamped around her scalp and held her 
still. It could crush her skull like a grape. The worming flesh shoved 
between her lips and delved into her throat, squirming eagerly, 
silencing her cries. She blinked through her tears at the empty flesh of 
its absent eye sockets. Unbearable. She looked down, and saw something 
worse. 

Its stomach was a torn ruin of gaping flesh from which protruded hanging 
guts and another writhing mass of tentacular appendages, all centered 
around a massive, jutting phallus of engorged meat. Knobby, diseased, it 
leaked foul-smelling dark semen from the tip and throbbed visibly with 
the massive creature's heartbeat. The horrifying mess rubbed up against 
her crotch, tentacles squirming around her thighs, leaving trails of 
sluglike fluid as they brushed and poked at her pussy and clit, and her 
tight little asshole. 

Her frantic gaze locked on the filthy rod of raw flesh maneuvering to 
press up against her pussy. Fear dumped adrenaline in her veins and she 
kicked, she flailed, arms, legs, twisting violently and slapping, losing 
precious breath from the tongue worming its way down her throat to her 
stomach. She might as well have tried to lift a wagon over her head. The 
Corpsum Gorilla was 10 times her size. The four arms ignored her 
pathetic struggles and lined her up at the point of the waiting cock. 

A momentary breath was all she had when the tongue pulled out of her 
throat, just an instant to suck in a lungful of precious air, to hear 
the same pitiful struggle from Jacqueline on the log next to her, before 
the huge gorilla prick shoved inside her like a battering ram. Ears, 
fur, tail, they all stiffened and bristled like razorblades from the 
sudden shock of intrusion as she was split open. A wild yell of pain and 
pleasure ripped from her throat, somewhere far away from the dizzy 
present, but the monster cut her off when it bent to kiss her again. The 
long length of tongue shoved itself in her mouth and writhed like a nest 
of worms. 

The first human man inside her had felt like the biggest thing 
imaginable - the massive, pulsing shaft of velvet love squeezing aside 
her virgin pussy walls and leaving a warm helping of love deep inside. 
Then Brutus, that grunting animal with the bulging, twitching red cock 
that had joyfully raped her for hours, he had been the biggest thing she 
ever felt, and he was nothing beside the Rapewolf that had fucked her to 
a screaming train of orgasms minutes before with a knotted shaft of such 
profound mass that it made her whole body jerk with every throb when it 
was locked in her cunt. 

The colossal girth slamming into her pussy put them all to shame. There 
was no way a little girl could take something so big, but her pussy had 
split painfully around it, muscles straining and quivering desperately. 
Twisted nodules all along its length scraped the walls of her tortured 
flesh, sparking a wild, frothing buzz of pink pleasure that raced with 
the growing tempo of pounding ecstasy in her crotch. The gorilla was 
slamming her powerfully against the log. Her spine arched with each 
hammerblow. Bark scraped her back. She heard the wild yowling cry - 
"nooooooeeeeYYAAAAAGHHHH" as Jacqueline was penetrated next to her, and 
then both girls filled the clearing with sounds of mounting blissful 
hysteria as their tiny bodies thrust their way to shrieking orgasm on a 
pair of gorilla cocks. 

"Chufffff, chuffff, chufff." The hot, fetid breath in her face from the 
creature's pleased grunting blended with the overwhelming rhythm of 
pumping gorilla meat in her cunt until her muscles shook with animal 
thrill. She bucked back, she wiggled her hips, she arched her back as 
far as it would go and cried out blindly from the raw pleasure of the 
thousand-stone creature's copious organ thundering away inside her, 
slamming into her cervix with a jolting crash of violent passion at the 
bottom of each powerful thrust. A little girl shrieked in orgasm next to 
her, Jacqueline reaching her own toe-curling climax, and Fera felt the 
heady rush rising up from her crotch and ready to burst in her own body. 
Pounding, throbbing, thrusting with a burning primal need, the mammoth 
gorilla prick slammed into her pelvis with a final dominant push and 
Fera's world twisted into a frenzied whirlpool of passion as her orgasm 
exploded through her body and sucked her into the chaotic currents. 
Buckets of hot fluid spurted up into her insides, gushing out and 
filling her womb, expanding painfully. She felt her stomach inflate from 
the pressure. The tumescent gorilla prick in her cunt kept his semen 
sealed tightly inside the tiny shrieking girl until her belly bulged as 
if she was pregnant. 

Her orgasm hurtled her through stormy clouds that electrified her 
muscles with lightning thrills. Her muscles jerked, her hips shook with 
abandon, her legs kicked out mindlessly. All of her Fera's existence 
shattered around the single blinding apex of the most powerful orgasm 
she could imagine and then fell into an abyss, to slowly crystallize 
into a hazy fervor of gentle euphoria as the blissful current began to 
taper off. The sudden 'POP' felt like one of her legs had painlessly 
detached, but it was just the Corpsum Gorilla pulling out, unsealing a 
wild spew of monster cum that frothed and bubbled out and oozed into her 
asscrack like an uncorked vat of syrup. 

Two pairs of heavy hands flipped her over effortlessly, slamming her 
belly against the log and forcing another torrent of sopping cum down 
her legs. The point of a massive girth wedged up against her from 
behind, and she had no time to even moan in confusion before the 
slippery prick rammed itself back inside her. Fera's world was battered 
again by a pumping gale of primal passion that stretched her pussy walls 
to the absolute breaking point. Bark was being stripped away, and her 
fur only partially kept her hips from getting scraped from this pounding 
position on her belly. Jacqueline was alternating between muffled 
weeping and crazy howls of climactic bliss. A vile red mass of squirming 
flesh filled Fera's vision and she jerked in disgust, but the third 
Corpsum standing in front of her simply grabbed her skull and held her 
still as it pushed the ruinous display of fleshy tentacles surrounding 
the engorged red cock towards her face. 

Somewhere deep inside, behind the tiny bulwark of sanity Fera still 
retained against the orgasmic flood claiming her body, she laughed. It 
was ridiculous. This thing was as big as a wagon axle. She didn't know 
why, but her pussy had stopped hurting and was tingling strangely as it 
accommodated the colossal cock inside it. Was this the Conversion effect 
that Jacqueline's book had talked about? It seemed impossible, but the 
gigantic girth of the meat slapping her in the face was a powerful 
argument. She opened her mouth, but it was hopeless. Stubby fingers 
reached down and pried her jaw until it creaked painfully, but the best 
she could do was get her lips around part of the glans. This seemed 
enough. The creature locked her skull in its fist and bucked slightly, 
urging her to lick, and she did so eagerly. The aroma was intoxicating, 
a rank bouquet of dripping fluids tasting of primal bestiality and 
sickly, swollen flesh that mixed deliciously in her mouth. Saliva and 
grayish slime of gorilla precum covered her lips as she licked and 
sucked the head, slipping her tongue lovingly up one side and down the 
other. It made her mouth tingle, her tongue itch, and when she 
swallowed, the feeling travelled down her throat to her stomach, as if 
every cell of her body that touched the creature's fluids was being 
aroused and excited. It was the same in her pussy. 

Before long, the fist around her head tightened and she sealed her lips 
on the surface of the flaring head to catch the flood she could feel 
rumbling up from beneath. The first gush of semen slammed into her mouth 
like a fist, knocking her head away, and as she coughed on the thick 
batter the followups splattered everywhere: across her cheeks, onto her 
neck and chest, some even going up when she ducked her head and landing 
on her shoulders. The hand around her head didn't seem to care which way 
she faced as long as it got on her. She couldn't catch her breath, and 
when the final powerful surge of the pounding cock in her pussy bottomed 
out, she was thrust into a choking climax, esophagus blocked by thick 
grey gorilla goop and waves of euphoria rippling up from her aching 
pelvis until she began to see stars on the ground as well as the sky. 

Ragged breath. She drew it in carefully, and choked on another glob of 
semen. It was so thick. She swallowed and gagged and spat, and tried 
again, sucking blissful air down her tingling windpipe. Her brain had 
lost track of time. It teetered on the brink of exhaustion, every cell 
ceaselessly firing the gratified bliss of her train of orgasms for gods 
knew how long. One tends to lose count after their tenth orgasm. Had the 
Corpsum raped them the entire night? She could see a faint red rim 
glowing somewhere beyond the horizon. They had put her on her back on 
the ground at some point, Jacqueline too, and taken turns having fun 
with the 12-year-olds. Slapping sounds came from the side, Jacqueline 
getting roundly fucked again. Their cocks never went down. They never 
got tired. Another one was lining up at her cunt now, and she could see 
the looming shadow of the one above her head, prick dangling to her 
mouth. She opened, reflexively. Had she ever thought this was 
impossible? Taking a gorilla cock in your mouth was easy. After a few 
hours of that strange tingling, her jaw and throat had adopted all the 
flexibility she needed to take her master's length all the way to her 
stomach if he wanted. 

"Oook," the one above her head grunted irritably. She stretched wider 
and stuck her tongue out. Yes please, put it in, she thought. But he 
wasn't looking at her. 

"Oook. Oookook!" He was staring at the Corpsum at her pussy, just about 
to enter her. He smashed his fist against his chest and pointed. Not 
satisfied with her mouth, he seemed to want a turn at the other end. 

The other one snarled dismissively and spread her legs, lining up and 
preparing to thrust. 

"Oook! OOOOOOK!" The first Corpsum pushed her aside violently and began 
pounding its chest in challenge. "OOK! OOK! OOK!" Both gorillas snarled 
and screamed and beat their fists wildly, then began fighting, snarling 
and biting and ripping and grabbing at each other with their 4 arms. 

Instinct taking over, Fera leaped to her feet and ran. She almost 
stumbled after a few steps, her pelvis sore and throbbing from the abuse 
it had taken all night, but she flailed her arms for balance and kept 
going. Immediately, she heard the sounds of pursuit, enraged ape 
snarling and the smashing of branches close on her heels. They were 
almost on top of her. She ran faster, heedlessly, pushing blindly 
through the brush, not caring if she broke a leg of fell over an 
embankment. Undead gorilla cocks, in her all night, and most of her just 
wanted more, wanted to be used and filled to bursting with buckets of 
greyish monster semen from her masters, but she pushed those thoughts 
down and suffocated them and held on to her sanity long enough to keep 
plowing forward. 

A snarl sounded by her ear and she ducked reflexively, evading the 
closing fist. Frightened, she tumbled to the side and spotted a narrow 
glen. She took off that direction instead, ducking under the diagonal 
barrier of a fallen log and traveling a narrow path through thick trees. 
She heard enraged smashing behind her as they struggled to follow. 

She looked over her shoulder after a breathless minute. She had lost 
them. No, one was swinging through the tree branches, evading the thick 
ground vegetation and coming towards her fast. She yelped and set off 
running again. 

Something pounded the ground just behind her and she heard the rushing 
body closing in. Streaking to the side, she grabbed an overhanging 
branch and arced around behind a thick stand of cane trees, landing on a 
slender log and dancing along the top. 

Angry smashing sounds of dry trees being ripped apart closed in behind 
her, but she heard something else: running water, and the slight breeze 
ruffling her fur confirmed there was probably an open area with a stream 
ahead. She kept running. 

The trees thinned. Not just a stream, she realized, but a river. It 
raged 30 feet below the edge. An enormous tree had fallen across the gap 
to her right, forming a tenuous bridge. She darted that direction, but 
the Corpsum burst from the trees just in front of her, and made a grab. 

"EEEEEEEEK!" The catgirl shrieked, as she was lifted in the air by one 
leg. The monster held her aloft, then pulled her close and snarled in 
her face. It wasn't about to let its prize pussy get away. In 
punishment, it shook her in the air. 

And she dropped right out of its fist. The leg it had grabbed was 
covered with slippery gorilla cum. She rolled and darted around him, 
evading the 4 grabbing hands, and sped for the log. The girth was high, 
but she made a nimble leap from a rock and landed barely on edge. 
Balancing with her tail, she quickly scuttled along the length and out 
over the open ravine. 

She did it! The thing was much too heavy and clumsy to cross the log. 
She turned around to confirm, and almost fell when the Corpsum smashed 
up against the edge of the log, making it rock. Shit. No sense tempting 
fate. She hurried across and darted into the trees, leaving the angry 
roaring of the monsters far behind her. 

                                  ~*~                                  

Fera curled her arms around her chilly, naked body, and rocked back and 
forth, weeping. She had lost everything. Everyone who had ever cared 
about her had turned her away, or been punished just for associating 
with her, or been killed or...or raped by monsters because of her. She 
sniffled in the cluster of bushes. What was the point? The gods were not 
kind to a little catgirl alone in the world. Drying cum was on her 
chest, in her hair and fur, gummed disgustingly in her eyelids and 
nostrils. She brushed away her tears and tried to groom, but made a face 
and stopped. She couldn't bear it. The stuff was gross and delicious all 
at once. And Jacqueline, she was still there, tasting it, being fucked 
and filled with it as she screamed her way to orgasm on bouncing gorilla 
cocks. 

Braving the chill of the forest, she stood up and walked until she was 
lucky enough to find a tiny spring trickling from a rockface. She washed 
as much of the gunk from her hair and fur as she could and smoothed back 
her ears with moist hands until she began to feel a little bit better. 

Jacqueline was back there because of her. Maybe if Fera hadn't...if she 
hadn't distracted Jacqueline so much, she would have cast her wards, 
whatever those were, and she wouldn't be in that mess. If Fera hadn't 
thought she was so cute, and helped take off her shirt and...and touched 
her pussy...damnit! She just wanted to make her feel good, to feel good 
with her. Jacqueline was one of the few human beings to ever treat her 
like a human being instead of a cunt to be used. It's your fault, idiot, 
she told herself. You're always fucking everything up. She sniffed and 
started to cry again, but forced herself to stop. 

No good feeling sorry for yourself. She knew what she had to do: she had 
to go back. She couldn't leave Jacqueline there. Maybe she could get a 
sharp rock and make a knife...or maybe she could find the pieces of 
Jacqueline's staff and put them back together. Maybe she could sacrifice 
herself and distract them long enough for the girl to get away. She'd be 
fine with that, if it meant Jacqueline was ok. Then at least nobody else 
would be paying for her mistakes. 

She sighed. One tiny, naked, cum-soaked Felis against the might of three 
muscled monsters ten times her size. What chance did she have? Could she 
even find them? She picked a direction she thought was the way she had 
come from and kept walking. Maybe the gods of luck would smile on her 
and she'd find some soldiers, or a human town, or even another mage. It 
was all she could hope for. 

After a few hours of walking, Fera squinted and looked up at the forest 
canopy. The sun was sliding just past its apex. This was the way she had 
come, wasn't it? It was hard to tell the direction at noon. The trees 
were thicker and they were a little...odd. Just something unsettling 
about the crooked way they leaned. She kept going. Jacqueline, her 
throat bulging around a colossal monster cock. She used the image to 
keep her moving. Jacqueline, pussy stretched around the slimy girth. Her 
face a rictus of strained pleasure. Didn't every monster seem to have 
babies with the girls it took? Jacqueline, the 12-year-old's pregnant 
belly swelling with gorilla children. She deserved better. But what did 
she say about the girls the Crags had taken? She said they never wanted 
to come back, that being a monster breeder was the best thing in life. 
Fera shook her head to dispel the crazy thought. She'd help Jacqueline 
escape somehow. 

Something slithered against a trunk and she jumped. Just a snake. The 
little green serpent flicked its tongue curiously at the passing girl 
before gliding away. There were a lot of snakes in this forest. She 
pushed more vegetation out of her way. And bushes, and trees, and stupid 
hanging vines, and precious few game trails to follow. She swatted a 
leafy mess of vines aside and climbed over a lopsided boulder. 

No food, no water. She could drink at the river, if she could find a way 
down. Maybe it would rain. She kept going. Her situation wasn't going to 
get better by standing still. She wished she had a sharp knife. 
Everything was so much more dense here. She had to snap branches just to 
make headway, and there seemed to be a lot of hanging vines everywhere. 
She pushed at a dense thatch of climbing vitae, and it seemed to push 
back. Too thick, too green. She probably couldn't break through. And 
what was this flowering red plant everywhere? It grew from some of the 
vines, loose clusters of exotic red petals that curled back on 
themselves mysteriously and almost seemed to ripple with the air. She 
ducked under one but came out on the other side with the vine curled 
around her arm anyway. She shook it off. 

She'd have to rest soon. She was panting with exertion. Something about 
the air seemed...not just moist, but slightly oppressive. The forest 
canopy was slowly closing off the sun, leaving the naked girl in 
shadowed gloom as she trudged on. 

Maybe this would do. An old, rotted tree trunk was still standing 
upright. She sat and rested back against the mossy surface. listening to 
the forest. Not many birds. No birds at all actually. And her ears 
hadn't picked up any large game for a while. Just the lulling buzz of 
insects, and some snakes and frogs. The forest had a soft, sussurating 
rhythm, like it was alive and breathing along with her. Pleasant. She 
rested her head back. Maybe she should stay here a while. 

A snake curled around her ankle. She nudged the little grey thing with 
her toe, encouraging him to move on, and he slithered beneath the tangle 
of vines. Something smelled a bit funny, like rotten flowers. She 
wondered why this forest had such thick vegetation, why it had so many 
of those vines with the strange flowers everywhere. They trailed out 
from unknown sources under the ground, climbing bushes and coiling 
around tree trunks in their quest for the sun. She looked up at the sun 
in the sky, impatiently. 

Jacqueline needed her. She wasn't going to let her down. She was going 
to find a mage, and they'd come back and save her. A new determination 
rose in Fera's heart. All she had to do was get out of this forest, find 
civilization. Even naked, her fur would keep her warm enough at night if 
she curled up, but she'd have to find food and water quickly. 

A snake brushed her skin again and she tried to shake it off. She could 
follow the river downstream. That usually worked, and she'd have fresh 
water too. The slithering sensation persisted, and she looked down and 
gaped at the leafy vine coiling around her ankle. She shook her foot 
again, but the vine tightened and hung on. She tried to stand up, but 
found more of them, inching around the trunk and up through the thick 
mat of leaves on the ground. What in the world? Her leg jerked suddenly 
and she yelped as the vine suddenly tightened and pulled. Another had 
grabbed her wrist and yanked her the other way. She screamed and 
struggled, but they were everywhere, coiling around her thighs, wrapping 
her arms and legs. The one around her leg broke when she made a last, 
terrified kick, but there were a dozen more, and they snaked around her 
neck and jerked her sharply back against the trunk. 

Terror rose in her gut. From the depths of the thick, quiet forest, Fera 
gave a long, piercing scream for help as the vines wrapped around her 
naked body. They were everywhere, curling and curling and jerking her 
arms and legs back, the red flowers bristling with sinister hunger. Her 
legs and arms were tugged together and the vines swept her off her feet 
and dragged the little girl screaming into a fetid hole in the Earth 
under the rotted tree trunk.