Fleas - Songs of the Gnolls I

INSTINCTS 3.5

The feast was over, and the sun was setting over their heads. Slowly, the tribe prepared for sleep. So did Kkelea, though she was not sleepy. She could not stop thinking about the young son of Fizkwik the Scream. Perhaps she could visit him at night, like she did with the little Fleas. Before she could go to bed, three warriors surrounded her.

"Come with us."

"What is it?"

"Your mother's orders," another replied, taking her by the shoulders.

Had she done something wrong? She didn't think so. She had been silent during the meeting with the trolls. Was that the reason? Was she supposed to intervene? The other cubs hadn't spoken either... All this was going through her mind as the three warriors pulled her away from the tribe.

Two of them grabbed her by both arms and held her tightly. The third, Zanarah, daughter of Zeppel the Beast, looked into her eyes. Kkelea could see the reflection of the moon in those bright orange eyes. Then she sniffed her.

"I didn't, I didn't do anything, no..."

The hyaenid clamped her hand over her muzzle.

"Quiet. You don't smell like a cub anymore. You have that scent. We can't let you run free. It's risky when there's a war on. When there's peace, you can choose your mate. For now, we have to take care of this."

"Take care of what?"

Kkelea didn't understand what she meant. Suddenly, the two warriors' grip loosened. They began to stroke her shoulders. Zanarah took her head and licked her cheek. His tongue moved to her mouth. She opened it a little. The tongue went in, it felt so big, so wet, so hot. What was wrong with her? She could not think anymore, only feel. One of those holding her bit her neck gently. Zanarah's mouth moved slowly down her body. As he caressed her with that wetness, she felt something grow inside her: a desire. She was no longer held down, but she couldn't move either. She felt like prey. And she liked it. She lost her balance and lay on the grass, her eyes fixed on the moon. Three mouths, six hands, thirty fingers exploring new territory. She felt the stars watching her. She anticipated what was next, and she wanted it. Zanarah finally colonized her insides with lustful devotion. Her legs shook to the sound of a strong, unfortunately fleeting sensation.

After the service, Kkelea went to sleep. She had no more desire to see Fizkwik's cub. She now knew how to satisfy her instincts. The three had also explained to her that she could get pregnant if she did it with a male. She hoped she could control herself, but sometimes it felt like the instinct was the one controlling her. That night, she had come close to making the worst mistake of her life. It was known that many hyaenids died in childbirth, so the tribe never grew disproportionately like other species.

It would have to do for now.