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Hunter Humbled
🕑 Added 2024-07-07 03:29:57 +0000 UTCBirds chirped, leaves rustled, the wind sang and an absolutely panicked fae, with the upper body of a beautiful woman and the body of a doe from the waist downward, ran through the brush and sped through the thick woods that surrounded her.
She was panting, her face was red, the fur of her lower body was matted with sweat, wrapped in a multitude of vines and stuck with sticks, leaves and other forest debris, while her upper body bore only some remnants of what she had been wearing before, some flowers, some vines wrapped around her biceps and part of her bracers. Her bushy tail was also a disaster, and there was an entire branch stabbing all the way through it, flank to flank, with a green leaf swaying on the end sticking out from her left side.
As she broke through thick foliage, she planted her hooves on the ground and forced herself to skid to a stop before she impacted a thick and wide tree, managing to turn herself and dodge the impact at the last moment.
As she took off at a sprint once more, she heard the thudding impact behind her, and didn't even dare look back. She knew, she just knew, the white furred masked being before her had just about caught her right then and there, and she had dodged a bullet.
Lillia was hardly in a position to turn around and look though. Her long ears were shaking as she burst into motion again, not a graceful prance by any means, but the sort of sprint that only running from an unstoppable predator could create. There was no turning back and fighting her hunter, she simply could not hope to take Kindred in a fight and didn't even want to.
So she ran, she moved around a tree, and leaped past a fallen dead one, stomping hard on the ground then running past a tree she noticed was more than a little worn with age and rot, she stepped past the mostly dead tree and stomped her front legs, clenching her fists and gritting her teeth as she kicked behind herself, imitating a mule, rather than using any sort of faerie grace, and she heard the satisfying crack of the tree breaking behind her, and crashing down.
She couldn't stay behind to see if her hunter had been caught, instead she ran further into the woods.
Her one hope was to create enough chaos that her tracks were hidden, she had to delay the hunter as much as possible to buy herself time to hide her tracks, but she very much heard the telltale sounds of a hunter that didn't particularly bother to be stealthy, Kindred was gaining on Lillia so fast that it was becoming an inevitable reality.
And indeed, it did, two more attempts at losing her stalker later, Lillia took a wrong turn, made a wrong step and, with a pained yelp and a screech of surprise she caught herself losing control and tumbling, sliding along the wet and damp dirt, moss and grass, her sturdier, hide and fur covered deer half taking most of the impact as she fell on her side, managing to catch herself only to realize that with that final tumble, she had destroyed the last of her clothes, the strap down there, between her back legs, which had flown off and now hung from a branch on a nearby tree.
She managed to catch herself and laid on her deer half's side, legs a little spread, raising her human half and turning behind herself to see that the furry masked hunter, with a vastly more graceful gait, stepped into the small clearing that Lillia had broken into, her own hooved legs finding a lot more purchase on the slippery ground.
The masked hunter's glowing eyes focused on her, and she raised her spiked bow, which had a few marks from when she had used it to cut branches and destroy some of the obstacles that Lillia had tried to stop her with.
She looked at the root she had stepped on, feeling deep betrayal. She had always apologized to the roots for stepping on them, and now, one of them had been the cause for her being caught.
Taking a deep breath, Lillia tried to calm herself. She thought many things. "Alright, I can do this," she muttered to herself, "I'm, I'm a dream fae, a-and- wait, I dropped my big stick!" she closed her eyes, every part of her body shaking as she looked up at the advancing hunter who-
Seemed to be busy talking to herself? No, wait, there was... something? She couldn't quite see it in the penumbra of the forest, she only saw vaguely glowing lines, and the only reason she could see the hunter stalking her, the reason why she could see Kindred, was because her fur was so white and shiny and lovely that it stood out in the dim light of the forest.
Kindred had seemingly... stopped moving, for some reason?
The dream fae tried to shrink herself, thinking that maybe, just maybe, the hunter couldn't see her. Could Kindred see in the dark? Maybe her eyesight was based on movement? "Don't see me, don't see me, don't see me," she whispered to herself.
Kindred took a step towards her.
"Eep! She saw me!" Lillia cried out, trying to scramble up to run, but only managing to make a spectacle of herself.
"First, we feast," Lillia heard a deeper voice, as something, she wasn't sure what, spoke.
"E-Eh?" Lillia's eyes widened as she felt her body tremble under the attention of Kindred, who approached her, stalking forward, knees bent, back curled, the glowing blue lines of her body seemingly growing ever so ominously brighter, the thick white fur seeming to slowly encompass more and more of Lillia's vision as she felt death approach.
Tension mounted, Lillia closed her eyes and accepted what was to come, realizing it was just about time for her dream to end...
Only for her to hear the sound of something clattering to the ground, Kindred had dropped her weapon and had gotten on all fours, crawling towards Lillia, her entire body language becoming weird, almost nonsensical to Lillia.
She wasn't used to seeing that sort of behavior any where but a mirror, she knew it well, it was how she moved when she wanted to appear small, nonthreatening and, dare she say, even submissive, to avoid conflict, trouble or otherwise keep away from anything that could harm her or another living being near her.
The fawn fae couldn't really see what the brightly colored hunter was looking at, due to the black mask, but what she could tell was that she was very deeply focused on something...
And then Lillia's eyes were drawn to the fluttering of the strap she had been wearing earlier, and she realized something that was rather unusual for her.
She wasn't wearing the compression strap. That meant...
Lillia's own eyes were drawn to her lower half, to her crotch specifically, and she saw that her shame was out.
She gasped in shock and horror, the thing she wasn't supposed to ever let anyone see, that should not be on a doe's crotch, much less a dream fairy like her... she couldn't realistically wear a loincloth, or a pair of panties, or even underwear more applicable, so she had always worn a compression strap that would keep it firmly and tightly covered and contained.
But there it was.
Her nightmarishly huge, equine cock. The thing that shouldn't be, at least, shouldn't be on her.
Her sheath was of a very dark brown, almost black color, much darker than her light brown underbelly, and the portion that stuck out of her sheath was even more impactful with its deep, dark and rich red color, thick and pulsating veins becoming ever more noticeable, as her cock continued to slip out of its sheath.
She kept it contained because when she didn't, when she let it out, it would inevitably get erect, and grow to an absolutely insane size that made it difficult to walk with the thing out, much less prance gracefully as her hooves demanded. The tip was a nearly wholly flat head with a small opening, and she had an usually small ballsack the same color of her sheath that would grow along with her erection, going from the size of a pair of blueberries to peaches and then apples when they reached their maximum size.
She gulped and swallowed. The hunter had seen it. They were already gonna do bad things to her before, and now that they saw her disgusting parts, surely they'd-
They'd-
Not wanting to think about it, Lillia used the momentary lull in the chase to get on her hooves, but before she could bolt the way only someone who was truly in tune with her inner doe could, the white furred hunter dove under the dream fairy's body and caught her by the cock.
Her hands were... surprisingly soft and her grip was... lovely. Enough pressure and force was applied that even Lillia's sturdy and strong cock felt her grip, stopping the escape before it even began, because as mighty as the cock could be, it was still among the most sensitive parts of Lillia's body.
One of the almost silent hunter's hands was on Lillia's shaft, near the sheath, and the other was already gripping Lillia's thick and heavy balls, massaging them without restraint, applying pressure and almost squeezing the heavy, overfilled semen tanks with what appeared to be expert skill.
The dream fairy heard the sound of someone, a woman, opening her mouth and letting out the 'ahh' noise of someone about to eat a really big meal.
Thus, Lillia asked herself...
Did the person under her even have a mouth?
As it turns out, whether she did or not didn't matter, whatever she was using felt far beyond fantastic. Lillia was oddly reminded of a song she didn't even know the origin of, which she might have heard in passing from someone else... maybe she heard it in a dream?
It didn't matter. The sweetest dream would never do.
Not after she began to experience what it was for her cock to sink into a wet, warm and tight cavity. For Lillia, who had always kept her cock tightly contained, who had never allowed herself to even look at it, and couldn't even reach between her legs to touch it even if she wanted to... anyone touching her down there, at all, was a new experience, let alone someone massaging her shaft and balls.
But the sensation of a mouth, not quite human, on her?
Dreams didn't compare. Maybe it WAS a dream, actually. Maybe she had passed out when she tripped, and this was the last dream she'd ever see. Humans had a lot of dreams that sort of went like this. Humans had all sorts of dreams, metaphoric or otherwise. Good dreams. Bad dreams. Naughty dreams.
They called the last ones... wet dreams.
And sure as heck, now she actually understood what humans meant with wet dreams! Lillia could even feel her pussy becoming increasingly wet as she felt the tightness spread, felt herself slip past a mouth that was too small for her cock and into a throat that was too small for her cock.
She could only imagine the elegant and beautiful person below her, her neck bulging and expanding as Lillia's ever-growing, massive horse-like cock finished extending, expanding and growing to its full size.
Yeah.
Definitely a dream before the end.
And, well, dreams were meant to be enjoyed, especially ones as delightful as this one, which gave her such new and such amazing sensations! With the knowledge and absolute certainty in her beliefs that allowed Lillia to stop thinking and instead just relax, and perhaps with a little bit of help from the hormones that her body was throwing as she experienced sexual pleasure for the very first time in her life...
She let her conscious brain fade away, and for once, she didn't tremble as she was caught in the grip of a physically dangerous opponent.
Instead, she bent the knees of her back legs, sliding her hooves backward, and pushing even further inside, feeling the wonderful sensation of busting through what feeble resistance the lamb's body offered as she stretched the white furred individual's throat beyond the norm.
Letting her instincts drive her, and putting some more weight on her front hooves, Lillia pushed back and raised her hind quarters, pulling about two thirds of her cock out of Kindred's mouth, and then she pushed forward again, striking a rhythm and sawing in and out of the white hunter's mouth and throat, the hunter seemingly trapped underneath her, unable or unwilling to resist.
What felt like a long and slightly weird tongue seemed to be glued to the underside of Lillia's fat cock, and Lillia was overjoyed that her dream was going so well, her entire body was tingling, her balls were feeling even tighter than usual. She hated how her testicles would inflate when her cock hardened, the more they did, the harder it became to run, let alone prance, and even worse, when they got too big they'd start aching.
Never before, however, had they felt as tight, as full, as they did then. She felt like she was about to burst, as if the pressure was building up to a massive explosing. It felt itchy and scratchy and like she was being squeezed, all along her cock and her balls and even deep inside her tummy, the sensation spreading from her lower deer half all the way up to her chest, and even her throat, which felt like it had formed into knots as she gasped for air.
A mewling cry heralded the end of it all, as Lillia thrust one final time and heard the roar of a dangerous beast, not realizing it was her own voice resounding in her own ears, as she had the very first ejaculation of her life, explosions of magic and mundane origin going off within her skull, like multicolored star showers that burst behind her vision and blocked it with their radiant shine, pinks and whites and swirling greens and blues, a delirious pleasure that obliterated every last thought within her skull.
The entire sordid affair lasted forever, or at least it felt like so, as it stretched every moment into infinity, until she could breathe no more and her balls squeezed the final load out, and even as her urethra contracted and her cock pushed one final burning glob of white semen down its length and directly into the hunter's stomach.
Panting, Lillia took a few steps back, and let her cock pop out of Kindred's mouth, hearing the sound of thick swallowing.
As Lillia stepped off and looked down, she saw that Kindred's mask was back on, yet, somehow, even the innocent fae could tell that the white furred feminine hunter looked quite... drunk. A treacherous thought coursed through Lillia, this wasn't new, lewd dreams were normal... and Kindred looked positively cum drunk.
"... and then, we reciprocate..." she heard a feminine voice say, hearing it come from Kindred, but so different from the voice she'd heard before.
The white furred hunter turned around, placed her hands on the ground and adjusted her posture, raising her ass, the white tuft of fur that served as her tail reminding Lillia of her own. The glowing lines along her body lit up her white fur, and both her pussy and her asshole were glowing a similar color, or at least, seemed to, in the dim light. Her asshole even winked, or at least, it seemed to.
Lillia gasped as the hunter reached behind herself, and spread her white pussy lips to reveal bluish insides that glowed very lightly.
No longer even thinking because, well, it's one final lewd dream, Lillia stepped forward, didn't even aim and still made it, her cock spearing into the sweetest, tightest, narrowest, wettest, loveliest and most amazing hole she had ever imagined or could ever imagine, in fact, it was so lovely she didn't even think she could imagine something so amazing.
Sexual pleasure was an overwhelming experience that eradicated the last of Lillia's thoughts as she mewled out her pleasure, moaning out loud and panting as she began to saw in and out of Kindred's pussy in earnest, stepping past her and covering the white furred hunter entirely with her deer body, the angle just right to push all the way to her depths, pushing against and breaching the entrance to her womb, the engorged tip of her cock almost seeming to get stuck as Lillia pulled her hips back.
Kindred's own fingers clawed onto the ground, getting her a little more more grip as she tried to move her hips forward at the same time as Lillia pulled backwards, the two of them working purely and completely on instinct, Kindred submitting like a female in heat to her mating partner who followed an entire set of instincts that had been suppressed by a chastity belt for entirely too long, exploding into motion.
They slammed into each other, they pushed their sexes together, becoming one, and then separating once more as they almost pulled apart, only to come together with a wet, naughty and squishy sound, repeatedly, a cock far too large for any lesser female to take, a cock that surpassed even the most gifted males, the a cock that could not be denied or defied, which humbled the hunter, forced her on all fours, and made her for once nothing more than a simple living being engaging in its prime directive, all dignity and pretense and ancient weight eliminated by the ramming impact of a cock all the way to the back of her brain.
"Aghn, it's, anh, it's kh, coming out, aaaaahhh!! It's scary, it feels so good, it's too intense!!"
"Lamb... relax..!"
"Wolf, hold me..! Together..!!!"
Lillia felt her whole world implode, first her balls expanded, then they shrank like the weight of the world was squeezing them, and she didn't just cum, she didn't ejaculate, she exploded, she erupted, she pushed a veritable river of semen through her cock, squeezing it out with mighty heaving movements, and then finally, deposited it where it needed to go, cumming directly and deeply into the hunter's womb.
A mewling and groaning moan from the hunter was all the noise she could manage, wiped out completely.
She shuddered and trembled and lost all strength, the first shot made her womb full, the second began to stretch her, and by the third, there was a veritable baby bump stretching the sleek hunter's white tummy, only for a fourth, a fifth, and a sixth to follow, each of them growing her belly more and more, until by the time of the tenth thick and heavy dose of cum, her belly had expanded so much that she looked like she was about to give birth at just about any time.
The masked champion dropped like a puppet with her strings cut.
Bereft of energy and satisfied for the very first time in her life after her first male orgasm ever, Lillia found herself stepping back and slipping out of the semen slick hole she had been stuck in,
Without any more strength left to given, Lillia bent her legs and properly laid down, resting her human half against the tree she had nearly crashed against when she first fell into the clearing.
As she did, Kindred leaned against her, and the two settled together, relaxing into sleep, both of them too tired to even care about the fact that the cum was so thick and sticky that it wasn't even leaking out of the hunter's body, who sported a massive pregnant belly even as she laid against the soft fur of Lillia's deer body.
Neither of them noticed a woman wearing slightly torn up tribal clothing, with extensive green and blue markings all along her body, a long tail and antennae sticking out from her head, biting her lower lip and furiously stroking a much more human looking cock while fingering a juicy and wet pussy.
It would not take long for Lillia to realize that the relief that her ejaculations had brought her was only temporary, but as soon as her dreams started to turn wet once more, she'd awaken to see not Kindred, but Neeko, between her hind legs, looking up with hunger and lust.
As long as the lewd dreams continued, then she'd continue partaking in them!
