KEFRATIRI: THE HUNTRESS
TURNABOUT INTRUDER

Story by Omega
From the pages of Furoic Age
All characters and locations
are (c) StarField Games and
the respective players.
Not to be reprinted without the author's permission
Events within this story take place sometime
just before the events in "Obsession".
2000

The hyena woman stood under the shade of a tree at the edge
of the vast jungle that was her tribe's territory. Before her
the ground fell away to a sandy beach and the blue ocean beyond.
Her name was Kefratiri and she was a veritable giantess, towering
well over nine foot tall and powerfully built as were most of her
kind. Her pelt was a tawny gold-brown color dotted with black
spots that highlighted her cheeks, shoulders, hips, arms, thighs,
and back. Long jet-black hair fell in dual braids to her spotted
breasts and the rest cascading down her back, between her broad
shoulder blades. Large hands, feet, ears, and muzzle were sheathed
in black fur almost up to elbow, knee, skull, and spotted cheek.
She wore little in the way of adornment, only a simple necklace
decorated with a two-headed vulture was clasped around her neck.
Two strips of bright red cloth crossed over her chest to be secured
to a thin leather belt that rode her wide hips. A red loincloth of
the same fabric hung from the belt, another draped to her rear with
a simple slot cut to thread her bushy tail through. She carried no
weapons today as she enjoyed the thrill of pitting her strength
against that of her prey and was proud of the scars that crossed
under the yellow-orange fur here and there.
Muscles rippled beneath Kefratiri's pelt as the huntress waited
in anticipation. Her tail-tip flicked from time-to-time and gold
flecked eyes narrowed as nostrils flared testing the air for the
scent she knew would be there. The Hyena tribe hunted the jungle
animals. But also they hunted sentient prey... The cruel Slavers
who tried to invade their lands more often ended up in some
Amazon's stew-pot. As did the occasional foolish fur seeking to
plunder the riches of the great cities deep in the jungles where
the hyena women kept their more slightly built males who took care
of all household chores and child rearing. Even the rare invading
army ended up as all others. In a fat spotted belly.
She could readily recall the glorious battle she witnessed when
young where a small army of the militant sheep from across the sea
attempted to invade. None had escaped alive. Rather than leaving
with gold and precious gems, they had instead stayed to grace the
tables of the ravenous women after the victorious defenders had
taken their pleasure by force from the few broken survivors.
In particular she remembered Queen Hatshepsut's execution of
the sheeps leader, a particularly burly ram who's great curled
horns had allready been sawn off as trophies. The captain had
been bound with his arms at his sides and lain on his back
stretched out before the great spotted Queen's throne. The giant
hyena woman had strolled over to him and casually squatted down
until his thick muzzle was touching her ebon lipped slit. Then
slowly, ever so slowly, she sat down upon him... Forcing the muzzle
up into herself. Oh had that proud ram struggled as she enveloped
his head totally within her folds! Keftatiri rememberd well the
moist sounds of its entry as Hatshepsut cut loose the bindings of
her victem to allow him to struggle. And struggle he did! The well
muscled wooly body had writhed and twisted desperately as she
suffocated him to death inside her! Gasping and drowning in her
sexual juices. Clawing at the steel corded thighs, chest heaving!
The Queen obviously was enjoying this immensely, even if the ram
was not. Finally though his struggles brought her to her peak. And
as she did there resounded from inside her sex a series of crunching,
cracking, and grinding noises as her bliss spelled the invaders
death.
The towering hyena guard was snapped from her idle reverie now
as she sensed the approach of some fur foreign to her realm. She
smiled to herself, flashing fangs set in bone-crushing jaws, for
the capture of an intruder would garner her much fame and a filling
meal as well. More importantly though was the honor of bedding the
doomed male before the feast. And Kefratiri felt certain that it
was indeed a man approaching along the shore-line. The fur rose on
the back of her neck though as an eerie silence descended... As if
the entire jungle were holding it's breath...
Then she saw him round the edge of the beach and crouched low
into the shadows of the tree to observe... He was a white-furred
deer she noted to herself. Somewhat over half her height at she
guessed 6 foot plus, and dressed in faded green shirt and pants.
An odd box-like neck-hood rode his shoulders and a schenti kilt
and long front panel-cloth of unusually familliar design coverd his
hips. But Kefratiri had to stare for some moments as this was no
normal stag... For his face was sheathed in an intricate mask of
silver such that even the majestic antlers were made of gleaming
metal. The right hand of the deer was simmilarly covered in a
gauntlet of silver. The huntress found it also interesting that
this fur carried no weapons she could see.
Kefratiri held her position patiently, waiting for the stag to
walk past her before leaping out to accost him.
"Ah-hah! What have we here? A lost buck perhaps? Or more likely,
a treasure-hunter thinking to slip into our city?"
The stranger whirled instantly and took up a defensive stance
that the hyena found ameusing in it's boldness as she towered
over the deer. He looked her in the eye and she was startled by
the unearthly pale-white orbs that reguarded her. When he finally
spoke, the voice was low and sonorous, the metal lips moving with
fascinating pliance.
"My name is Omega... And I am neither lost... Nor am I here to
rob you or your people..."
She sensed he spoke the truth in this. This manner and openness
were fascinatingly honest. But she had a duty to perform and this
metal shod buck was obviously not here by invitation. She would
have geen warned beforhand of such a rare event.
"You must be lost if you are walking into our lands. My name is
Kefratiri and I must warn you though that to cross into the regions
within is Death. Turn back little man and never return."
The pale eyes locked with hers and she had to give the deer points
at least for courage. She did not for a heart-beat believe this
stranger was in any way stupid. His stance bespoke of a warrior's
training, but somehow diffrent. She could feel her heartbeat quicken
with anticipation. This would be fun...
"I do not seek the cool embrace of Death this day m'lady. But my
course is set and the road I must follow leads within. I have
traveled far to find this place and will not be turned aside so
easily." he responded in a soft, sonorous murrrr...
Kefratiri flashed a toothy grin and looked down at the defiant
white stag, trying to guage what challenge he might pose. She
stepped away from her tree and stood blocking the trail this
intruder sought to tread, taking a place between two stone totems
carved with lurid glyphs and death runes.
"The only place this road will lead you, stag, is to my kitchen
to be prepared for a special feast. This is your last warning.
Return wence you came and be content with a diffrent road to
travel." She growled back, her excitement growing.
The giantess then unclasped her necklace and top, laying these
aside the tree for she needed no hinderances of movement in the
struggle she hoped was about to unfold. Also, there was the added
distraction the exposed breasts would cause her opponent. For he was
after all a mere male. Dominated by baser urges that would be his
undoing.
Omega merely nodded once his silver-shod antlered head, slipping
off his shoulder harness, shirt, boots, and then the schenti kilt so
he stood there in only his trousers. She licked her lips while she
looked him over. She was though surprised when his pale eyes flicked
to her bare nipples and then returned to focus on her face. This was
definitly a well trained warrior of some sort to control hold himself
so steady. It was a pitty she had to kill such a fine specimine...
"Would that thus were so m'lady. For I have no desire to combat
one so beautiful and brave as you." He gave her a deep and regal bow
while Kefratiri glanced at the gleam of silver from the gauntleted
right hand and knew she would have to be warey of any blow landed
from that fist. She licked her lips in keen anticipation. For her
people thrived on pitting themselves against a worthy foe.
"You have a sweet tongue buck. I hope the rest of you tastes
as sweet." This brought an impish smile to those silver lips.
White stag and spotted hyena bowed to eachother and then fell
into combat-ready stances. Kefratiri smiled again as Omega did not
rush in against her. He dug his splayed black hooves into the sand
and braced for the attack. She would have to be carefull not to
break too many bones so as to enjoy him fully before dinner.
The antlered deer stood with his back to the ocean and waited.
This was a wise decision. For despite her great size, the hyena was
remarkably agile and all but danced across the short distance
seperating them. At the last moment though she lunged, sliding in
almost horizinally to kick out with the hard edge of her foot.
Omega blocked the kick, catching her ankle in a lock. But this
left him open for the free foot as she twisted to swing the other
at his silver-plated head. He deflected this at the last moment with
the gauntleted forearm. But was sent tumbling from the sheer force of
her kick. The tumble was turned into a tight roll and Kefratiri was
both pleased and surprised as he kicked off from the beach to throw
himself against her even as she was getting to her feet.
Omega spun in the air as he arced towards her, whipping his leg
around with increasing momentum, aiming his hooved foot at her head.
The hyana threw herself backwards and the kick only grazed her left
temple. She spun on one knee and caught the out-stretched leg of the
white buck at the ankle in both hands and hauled around with all her
might! Useing her opponents momentum and adding to it, she hurled
him into one of the stone pillars. The stag hit with a jolt and
cracks spiderwebbed across the rock from the impacted.
Omega shook his head, spitting blood as he got to his feet and
braced for the nest assault even as Kefratiri danced in, feinting
with another kick, then throwing a viscious punch that caught him
under the ribs. The deer let out a sharp "whooof!" as the air was
forced from his lungs. But was already counter-attacking even as
he gasped and coughed. He fired off a rapid-fire series of jabbs in
turn, left hand held in a rigid spear as he cracked two ribs before
ducking under her grab for him, sliding between her legs like an eel.
The huntress wheeled on her prey, but only in time to see him coil
into a hand-stand and then push up, flinging himself up in the air
before her and wrapping his strong legs around her neck while pivoting
in place! Omega used his weight and leverage in unison against her.
The two combined to overcome her substancially larger mass and greater
strength. She had only time for a short "erk?" before she was sent
jolting face-first into the sand, taking the heavy impact along her
spine. Now it was the warrior woman's turn to shake her head and spit
blood as she snapped to her feet and hyenachuckled bloodily at the
wanderer.
"Hrrrr! You fight well! It will be a pleasure to gnaw your bones
after I've had my fill of you in a diffrent manner."
"I'll take that as a compliment, huff-huff... But I do hope you'll
understand if I pass on the dinner invitation."
She grinned and hyenalaughed at this, suddenly lunging forward,
grabbing him by the back of the head in one large black paw, pulling
him in and burying his silver muzzle between her breasts! She brayed
laughter as she crammed his surprised face into her clevage.
"Here! Allow me to give you a PREVIEW! Hah-hah-hah-haaaaa!"
He gave a muffled "merf?!?!?" as the warm, bouncy, flesh accepted
almost all of his head. But the hyena huntress did not pause to enjoy
the nice tickly sensation between her juggs. She reached up and
grasped firmly both metal antlers in her hands. Gaining total control
of the confused cervine, she now lifted his head out from between her
breasts and slammed his face into her up-thrust knee.
Once, twice, three times she savagely did this, delighting in the
warm feel of blood flowing over her knee before lifting up the batterd
and dazed stag to hyenalaugh at him now.
"HeeheeHrrrrr!!! You lasted far longer than any other ever has my
little white buck. But you have lost this contest and now it is time
to see what my meal really looks like under that pretty metal mask."
The unconcious Omega gave no resistance now as she held him by the
scruff of his thick cervine neck in one powerful paw, dangling his ebon
hoof-toes off the ground as the huntress looked over her catch. She
traced over the lines of the argent features, marvelling at the weird
suppleness of the mask this white stag wore. Fine sliding silver plates
of almost impossible skill and artistry gave the metallic second skin
an unearthly pliance and life-like flexibility.
Finally she found a sequence of catches and triggered them open so
the entire back of the helmet blossomed open, alowing her to pull it
forward and off the stunned buck. She had to pull hard as there was
resistance. Then a sickly wet sucking sound that made the hairs on the
back of her neck really rise this time as the mask was finally pulled
away.
"Now we shall see why you hide behind thi-BY THE BLACK GOAT!!!!"
The deer slipped from nerveless fingers for Kefratiri was staring
at a contenance of utter and terrible ruin. Livid veins pulsed raw
over exposed muscle and sinew. The ears were mere stubs of cartilage
and half healed flesh and the whole was a nightmare visage of burned
and blackened torment.
Then those soft pale eyes flew open and seemed to bore into her
very soul...
Omega crouched down till she could hear every muscle creaking.
Then the stag rocketed straight up to catch the hyena in a devastating
rising uppercut that snapped her head up and back, lifting her off her
feet totally while brilliant sparks flooded her vision! He rose up high
with her. Then his hand blurred down and all the air left her lungs as
he slamed his fist into her gut to send the giantess hurtling back down
to crash into the ground with an earthshaking impact that left a crater
where Kefratiri impacted. The great spotted hyena lay there in a broken
sprawl at his hooved feet.
She almost allowed a bloody-toothed smile to herself as not once
had the snow-white cervid struck her with the gauntleted hand...
Vision dimmed... Oblivion overtook Kefratiri as the wanderer looked
down upon her enigmatically...
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Through a haze of mist she listened to half heard chanting in a low,
sonorous, voice... Vaugly familliar...
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Finally Kefratiri awoke to a slight buzzing in her skull. But this
was instantly forgotten as she realized she was bound immobile.
"W-what is this?!?"
"Ah... I see you have awoken. I did worry I had struck you too hard
in the end."
She was laying propped against her tree, arms bound behind her to
a thick, sturdy, log. Legs bound in tough jungle vines to a wooden
frame, spread wide, the black lips of her sex exposed to the pale eyes
of the deer as he reguarded her strangely. Then he knelt between her
thighs and began to trace arcane patterns in her belly. His fingers
trailed tiny sparks and runes of purest red glowed now where he touched
on her black furred muff, tracing his way upwards.
"You are shaman! A Druid!"
He spared her a single glance without pausing in his work upon the
flesh and fur of her stomach. More runes and patterns appeared and
the air itself seemed to thrumm with the charge of potent magiks.
Omega snorted blood from his nose...
"No... I am Battle Mage... As people have come to term it."
"...A Guardian?"
"Yes... This is my Test-of-Spirit to become a Warlock... A
war wizard as some deem it..." he responded solemnly.
"That cannot be. No magi has come by here in at least a
generation to take the ancient rites with my people."
"...I was... in no great rush..." He replied, and Kefratiri was
surprised to see an deep blush creep across those scarred cheeks.
The pattern was almost finished and the bound huntress strained to
look down over her spotted chest to stare at the luminous sigils upon
her belly. She tugged against the bindings. But failed to budge them
more than a fraction. Without leverage she could not snap the logs
either. Though she tried anyhow.
"Why then did you not announce yourself? We still honor the old
ways. I would never have attacked one on the path of the Warlock."
Another glance up as he checked to be sure all was propperly set.
She had already noticed that Omega was now naked. But her current
situation dampened any interest she might have had. That and the
scarred, devastated face that watched her quietly.
He considered her words for a moment. And then a slow smile
crossed the ruined face. And despite the skeletal visage, she found
it quite charming for a moment.
"Where would be the fun in that? The Test-of-Spirit is to push
the initiate to the very limits of the will to survive. Male Battle-
Magi are sent here for the treatment is harsh and only one of absolute
resolve can hope to endure the full one year term. If I can not hold
my own against a single member of your tribe... Then how could I ever
hope to last in a city full of hyenas?"
"There is wisdom in your words Omega... But why am I bound thus?
What are you doing to me???"
As with all her people, Keftatiri had a healthy respect for those
rare warrior mages the hyena women referred to as Battle Magi and the
even more dangerous Warlocks and War Witches who merged spell, weapon,
and body into a single focused whole of legendary skill and mastery.
The Hyena Queen Hatshepsut was a War Witch and her throne of skulls
was grim testament to her ability on the battlefield.
So the giant hyena woman glared in defiance at the strange stag,
threw all her effort into breaking free. The muscles bulged, rippled
across her arms and legs as she struggled while Omega watched her with
mild ameusement and admiration for this woman's determination to snap
the cords and shatter the poles that so thoroughly immobolized her now.
"You are bound now because I have need of your body... and I do doubt
that you would have co-operated even had you known that I was upon the
Rite," he chuckled.
"Hah! Perhaps you are not as wise as I though! I think you are in
for something of a surprise for we hyena women are not so easily
bedded against their wills! Behold stag! Hee-hee-heeee-heeee-heeee!"
Her barking laughter continued as cervid stared pale-eyed at her
exposed sex. For even as the huntress cackled, a thick black cock
was slowly extending from the dark folds between her legs. Omega had
wondered idly about the nature of the unusual ball-like sack below her
sex as he had stripped and bound her... And now he was seeing for
himself the shocking revelation as this woman did the seemingly
impossible???
Kefratiri smirked at him from her place against the tree and all
but purrred in satisfaction as the stag's jaw dropped at the sight.
But the smile began to falter as she watched him crouch down low till
his ruined, antlerless, head was between her thighs and she could feel
the faint touch of his breath on her sack.
"W-what do you t-think you are d-doing?"
Skeletally exposed nostrils drank in the exotic musky scent of her
and a bemused voice drifted up softly from between the muscled legs.
"mmmmmmm... What have we here? The truth being even more fascinating
than the illusion... murrrrrrrrr..."
The hyena now began to sweat and squirm in her bindings as Omega
started to ever so slowly nuzzle and play with the sack riding between
her spotted legs. She had heard that cervids were musk addicts, but
this was her first encounter with it.
"STOP THAT! Go molest a ghoul! Your contenance would appeal to one
of the twilight scavengers."
That brought the deer up short and he rocked back on his haunches
to watch her with those disturbing eyes. He held up the blackened
right hand and was silent for a time. Lost in dark memory.
"True... I wear the silver mask to hide this burned and withered
face. These scars that never heal. You are the first to have bested
me to the point that you could actually remove it... I never do..."
He smiled strangely at her and passed his hands before the
devastated features in an intricate weave of the arcane. His face
began to waver as if in a heat mirage and the huntress gawked as
flesh and fur cloaked the wounds. Majestic antlers rose from a now
noble brow with a impish headruff between broad ears. Kefratiri found
herself stareing open-mouthed at the now handsome white elk crouched
before her.
"A simple yet elegant illusion you see now."
"Then why the mask and gauntlet?"
"Because spells are oft ephemeral and fail. Illusions like this are
for the vaine. Beauty is never in the appearance. It is found within
where no false magiks distort the truth," he replied somberly while
tapping the spot over her heart with a black-capped fingertip.
With that he crouched down once more between her legs and the tall
hyena could now watch the antlers bob as he drank once more of her
scent blissfully.
"In your case there is no deception. Merely lack of comprehension
of what the eyes percieve."
She gave a deep groan as he nuzzled her sack so that she could feel
the black pad of his nostrils flareing with each deep inhalation.
"What are seen as a male's seedsack is in reality a pair of rather
impressive scent glands. murrrrrrrrrr. And such a rich and tantalizing
musk too!" The hyena woman had to blush in return at the deers almost
reverent adoration of her musk.
She groaned deeper as he lapped at the glands leisurely, slurping
them cupped on his tongue and then tasting her upwards until she felt
the very tip of his pad stroke slowly up the length of her rigid black
cock till his phantasmal lips were poised over the tip so the caress
of his breath as he spoke sent shivvers of pleasure up her body.
"But THIS is truely stunning in the revelation. Again not a male's
shaft. But in fact your own feminine button and inner passage extended
out as any bucks member would be. Obviously mild arousal or excitement
causes the reaction. But shall we see what a more ardent touch elicits?"
Kefratiri's mouth went dry as the white deer opened his jaws and
then lowered his head gradually onto her shaft. The hyena woman had
not expected him to be curious. Non-Hyena Males usually ran when faced
with a female hyena's "member" thusly... She moaned at the blissful
sensation of his tongue on her dark flesh and trembeld as he sucked so
gently on the tip, easing more of the black length into his jaws.
"ohhhhhh! nmmmmmmmrrrrrrraaaa!"
The antlered head bobbed down another inch, and then another, and
another. Soon the stag's lips were encircling the base of her false
cock and drawing leisurely upon it. Kefratiri tried to resist the
sublime feelings this cervine was so thoroughly producing, but finally
she could hold back no longer and with a deep rumbling groan she hit
her peak and Omega smiled around her elongated sex as the muscular
contractions spurted her juices onto his tongue. He lapped along the
dark length even as it slowly subsided, returning to the more familliar
feminine form... He looked up from between her thighs with a grin on his
broad white muzzle.
"As I thought... Sufficient stimulation was required to cause your
folds to return as they were. Otherwise how could one of you ever bear
children? Now we may proceed to the main reason you are bound thus."
"huff-huff-huff... ugh... ummmmmmmm... Damn you Omega. You will
NOT bed me like this!"
"Who said anything about bedding you?"
"Eh????"
He had folded up close between her legs now and slowly caressed the
soft fur there as he smiled and nodded to the runes glowing red on the
huntress' belly. She tried to shake off the warm glow she still felt
from his attentions and strained mightily against the fetters holding
her. The ropes creaked and the wooden poles made ominous cracking
sounds as all the muscles across her large body contorted and stood
out with this supreme effort.
But the framework held and the hyana woman growled and panted as
she glared at the deer who had been observing serenely all this. The
illusory lips smiled and he tickled her scent sack with an out-stretched
hooved toe.
"I am not merely a battle mage... I am also," and here he leaned
forward to whisper a single word to her. Kefratiri gasped at that
ancient word. Staring anew at this deer.
"One of the lost race? You are from Atlantis?"
"No... I am Hyperborean... Of the same blood as the lost continent."
"But great Hyperborea was lost to the Age of Ice generations upon
generations ago?"
"Yes..."
She felt once more the hairs on the back of her neck rising in
an atavistic reaction to this startling revelation. The Hyperboreans
and their ancient Atlantian kin were held in hyena legends as immortal
beings. A deathless race accidentally wiped out when the gods and
godesses of the world fought and squabbled visciously over them.
Only legends handed down from a single deserted city, Hyperborea,
were left of that most tragic of the lost races. Her predicament was
becoming steadily and progressively stranger.
"I can see in your golden eyes that you know some tales of my
kind. Though I do not think the stories tell of how some small handfull
survived the war and the healing of the world after... They were
terrified now of the gods and concealed themselves ever after. But...
the incredible magiks used in that world rending conflict left them
damaged, some physically, all spiritually. They were no longer the
Endless... They were aging... Slowly, but inexorably..."
Slowly she began to percieve that he was pressing his hooved toes
against the black folds of her sex. Tickling her as he inserted them
into the larted labia, making her gasp as the sensation.
"A rare few of the lost race are the children of the Phoenix. And,
like their great mother, are at times renewed and reborn. There are
various ways this rebirth may come about they discovered by accident.
And YOU my dear are about to participate in one such method."
By now the stag had inserted his entire foot into her sex, wiggling
the hooves inside, making her feel full and warm. But she had to groan
as he began to press the other foot in as well, stretching her folds
wide to accept both feet. Kefratiri stared over her breasts at the
sight now for she felt no discomfort from being stretched to her
limits.
"murrrrrrr... Feels good, he sighed. "The sigils I have placed upon
you allow a change to take place. Can you guess what change that is?"
The ankles and then the calves were held within the tight passage
of her uterus now and Omega scooted forward a bit as her body shifted
to accomodate the cervine's lower legs all the way to his knees.
Somewhere inside her womb she could feel his feet and her red tongue
lolled out of her jaws as a spreading warmth flowed out from that point
in waves. The hyena shook her head to clear it and grunted in effort as
she attempted to squeeze him back out of her body. She succeeded in
forcing the legs out an inch or two before she had to give up in
exhaustion as the stag's spell lent her womb an impossible desire all
it's own. Her sexual muscles pulled on his legs, aiding the white deer
as slowly his thighs slid into her gaping opening. Her juices were
coating the legs and fur, slicking them and further easing his
entrance. As his thighs went in. Kefratiri's belly began to stretch
out with the distinct form within.
"unnnnnnnn! So tight inside... mmmmmm... As there is a cycle of
birth to adulthood. Also for the blood of the Phoenix there is a
cycle of returning, of healing, of peace. You shall be the vessel of
this new cycle. When I beheld what a veritable giantess you were. I
knew this might present a rare opportunity. The less magics are used
in the ritual... The more potent is the cycle. A simple enchantment
to allow you to stretch and accept me without damage was all that
was needed here where a woman of lesser stature would have required
substantial alterations to survive such drastic changes."
With almost sensual slowness Omega eased his hips into her now.
The amazon's uterus and cervix were dialated to an impossible diamiter
to accept the deer's body and her pelvis felt as if it were pushed to
the limits. Kefratiri could only pant in rapid breaths in reply,
thinking back to her mother's own labors in birthing her sister.
But this was not painful at all, she felt more a growing feeling of
being full and warm, and the tight stretching of her womb now as the
cervine folded up his legs within her. She could barely see him over
the preganant bulge of her belly, but could certainly feel pleasure
from each shift in position he made within... But she could sense that
he was not aroused by this as his hips slipped wetly in. This brought
both regret and a feeling of being deeply honored, though she had to
smile as she *felt* his malehood stirring as her still engorged
clitoris rubbed over him. She still fought to push him back out even
when she knew it was a losing battle. But the white stag would have
expected no less of a struggle from her. Even as he lovingly caressed
her moist black labia. Her juices soaked into his belly and she stifled
a giggle as his stubby tail tickled her sack while his hips and plush
deer rear slipped in finally with a wet pop.
Now her sex sucked greedily upon the buck, the powerful muscles that
could milk and draw upon a man were doing so now, but on a scale few
would have thought possible. She thought back though to how the Queen
had so gleefully executed men... Though she somehow doubted that the
Magi would have any such problems as breathing. Even now his creamy
white chest was moving but slowly, the only sounds now being her own
labored panting, the wet rythmic sucking of her folds, and the soft
sussuruss of the ocean waves against the sands.
Omega almost lovingly stroked her ebony button as it lay pulsating
on his chest, playing black capped fingers lightly upon the glistening
lips of the dark-skinned labia contracting slowly around his waist,
wetting the white fur and then drawing him in. Kefratiri's belly was
huge now, as if she were approaching term, yet knowing that there was
still more to the stag yet. He reached up to his brow and passed his
hands over the illusory rack so that they faded like mist, leaving the
buck looking almost comically vulnerable and fawn-like without his
great crown. Real or not.
With that done, the deer slipped his hands and forearms into the
moist humid passage, causing the huntress to groan throatily from the
tickling inside. It now felt to her as if she were in the beginnings
of labor as his shoulders and chest were sucked in little by little.
Her pelvis felt as if it were going to crack and her spotted thighs
ached dully from the strain of her position. But more distressing was
the absolutely full feeling in her womb. Surely she would explode from
the strain she thought in the mixed haze of pleasure and pain.
"Ohhhhhhhhh!!! Too much! Too tight! hrrrrrrrrrr! Out! Out!! Out!!!
unnnnnnn! No more!"
She made one last effort to force the crazy stag out! She took a
deep breath and PUSHED with all her might. Muscles contorted and roiled
across her belly and down between her spread wide legs. Cervix and
vulva fluttering wildly as the inward progress haulted. Another groan,
and another push and the shoulders were released from the embrace of
her ebony petals.
Any emotion of triumph or accomplishment vanished as deep inside
her the huge hyena ~felt~ the strange cervid ~playing~ with the oh-
so sensetive cluster of her g-stop. Instantly her sexual muscles
responded, warmth rippling up from that point, juices all but gushing
fourth to soak the deer's shoulders. Omega did not stop there though.
He used both hands to fondle her at that critical spot, slowly building
an orgasm in the warrior woman that left a sweet taste in her mouth as
the wickedly grinning white stag caressed her g-stop to the edge of
climax, making Kefratiri's large breasts bounce with her sharp panting.
"NOOOOOOOOOOOOO!!! STOP THAT! HRUUUUUUUUUUUUUAAAAA!!!! THAT'S NOT
FAIR! OHHHHHH! STOP! oooooooohmmmmmmmmmmm!!!!"
One last tickle and the hyena howled as the orgasm rolled over her
in one long wave that seemed without end. Her sex rippled on the deer's
shoulders and they poped in with a great ~slorrrp!~ and accompanying
moan. The black petals moulded over Omega's face as he slipped finally
within Kefratiri. He kissed her button and then he was fully within
her body. The birth canal pushed and pulled him into the now enormus
womb where he curled up in a tight fetal ball. All about the buck the
soft red walls pressed in snug and tight. The hyena woman's heart-beat
could be heard low and soothing and he closed his pale eyes, thanking
his new "mother" and marvelous huntress for their gifts as a deep and
peacefull tranquility washed over him.
Outside... Kefratiri was still panting in great gasps. The crimson
runes on her hugely distended belly had flared brilliant and then
faded as the elk quieted. She felt flushed with vitality now, staring
with wide golden eyes as her belly shrank down in stages until she had
the outward appearance of one perhaps into her ninth month with quin-
tuplets.
Again the feeling of life flooded her system and with a sharp crack
and a great snapping she rent asunder the framework and vines that had
so securely before restrained her.
The jungle all around her was silent, even the usual activity of the
sea was stilled, as if some unseen force were watching these events with
utmost attention...
The hyena rose shakily to her feet. Almost falling on her fac as
her huge belly overbalanced her. The new life in her so unfamilliar
to what she had normally known. She slumped against the tree and ran
her black paws over the soft pregnancy. Within there was a faint shifting
in response to the touch... She sensed the fawn curled up in her womb
turning it's head and smiling. Then curling up contentedly once more,
slowly stroking the umbilical that now linked two lives more closely than
any lovers ever could be.
She grinned toothily and turned up the path to the city, pausing
only to don her few adornments then carefully gather the future
Warlocks clothes. She sighed and stroked the bulge one more time before
vanishing into the shadows of the jungle with a soft hyenachuckle.
"Ahhhh...heeheeheehee! We will have much to discuss in nine months
I would guess."
Inside the white fawn nodded, for as the seasons turned, the cycle
of birth would be played out in dramatic reversal.
From fawn...
To fetus...
To egg...
To the final nothingness of spirit....
Thus setting the stage for startling reformation from the very
elements and air. Flesh and bone given new life and new vitality...
A year in the service of the hyenas was a fair price to pay for
such a gift...
Kefratiri smiled to herself and agreed...
"I will get FULL enjoyment of that time from you, stag. Oh yesss.
heeheeheeheeheeeeheeeheheeeeeeeeheeheheheeeeee!!!"
The faint chuckle from within her womb told her the fawn looked
forward to the challenge as well and the tall hyena smiled and patted
again the soft form of the fawn in her as she strode off with a swish
of her bushy spotted tail.
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Huntress developed from various discussions
on and off the lists, some dating back a few
years and only now seeing print. An UnBirth
tale of this sort is rather rare. I explored
a simmilar concept with the story posted to
Big Gulp called "Night Hunt".
This is also a story allowing me to play
with a long standing interest in Hyenas and
the rather unusual sexual "quirks" of the
females in particular. (Yes. real female hyenas
can REALLY do that little extension trick.) I
took the time to detail that and present the
main character of Kefratiri as she should be.
The story moves with a mix of the gentle and
the violent as befitts these two unusual
individuals.
Some who know Omega may note the lack of
the characteristic red eye-markings. This is
because they are a sign of his completion of
the Rite mentioned and thus he will not have
them for almost another two years after the
story concludes.
And for the curious. Hatshepsut was an actual
queen of Egypt. She declared herself King and
wore mens garb as often as she did womens. Thus
Hatshepsut seemed a fitting queen for the hyenas.
I know this story won't appeal to all. But I
do hope you at least give it a try.
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