Thread: United We Stand (Yenpointfive & Moon Struck Fox)

they looked a bit baffled that a human would have to rely on metal, when bone worked just as well, or rock. but then, human's had never made much sense. Silverlake looked highly amused that the human was trying so hard to prove that metal was better, they'd just have to wait and see. the children all eagerly shouted their assent and raced off to the tent, the oldest one was the only one to go inside, the others all just huddled outside it and peeked inside while the armor and weapons where handed to the children. each child got a piece or two, and they all shouted in delight as they raced back, carrying their 'prize'. clearly they liked to be helpful. Tawny Wing was a very rare hawk Anthro, her sharp beak, wicket talons, and beady black eyes where enough to make any human cower. she was also a woman, and she wasn't wearing anything on top, her feathered breasts hanging free in the air, though she was wearing a loin breach-cloth so that he couldn't tell if she was a Futa or a true female. she looked at him, her eyes narrowed as if he was beneath her notice before her eyes fell onto the armor. ah, you did bring it. she mused. good good, show me how it works? she asked, honestly curious. we will need such things if we are going to fight humans. our fur is good against claw and fang, not against biting arrows and swirds. swords. Silverlake corrected, smirking as Tawnyfeather chattered in annoyance and clicked her beak at the interruption. the Fey are doing a mock battle, come and see. she ordered after examining the Armor and watching how he put it on and put it together. in a massive clearing, there where about twenty warriors doing battle. each 'team' had paint circled around their eyes. one team had yellow, one team had red. they wielded blunt sticks, coated in bright powder as they attacked each other, the powder left marks, and several spotters yelled out who had 'died'. those that had died left the scene to speak to the spotters about their shortcomings, before heading off to an empty space to practice on their own. despite what Khale thought, the warriors where extremely skilled. they where swift and used smaller weapons to their advantage. with such sharp teeth and claws, they didn't need much more than bone weapons and traditional stone head arrows. but they where fighting a new kind of enemy now, one with metal armor and weapons that where a bit more dangerous than what they where used to... a great big Bull Anthro fell to the might of what looked like a rabbit, who grinned and lifted his arms. she was about a head, maybe two shorter than Khale was, proving that sometimes being wily, was sometimes better than being powerful. That is Swiftpaw, our best hunter. she is so fast, she can outrun a flying hawk. o...other hole? you mean my mouth? she asked, looking surprised. i should be able to fit it in my mouth, i just have to practice, that's all. she stated with a pant before squealing as the knot was pushed in even deeper. she gasped and moaned loudly, arching into the tender little nibbles, mewling like a kitten in heat and pressed back, trying to push the knot in even deeper. she was so full, and it felt so good, and it was so wonderful. she gasped, squealing again as she felt the hot, hot cum emptying inside of her, making her shudder and moan and writhe, and then the door burst in. she screamed for real this time, and scrabbled to cover herself, blushing a bright furious red. FATHER! she shrieked, shuddering as she clenched down on the knot again, milking the pretty Anthro cock for every single bit of Cum available. she clutched her dress as she was rolled upwards, flushing hard as she glared at the guards who where still gaping and she grabbed a crystal ornament from nearby and flung it one of their heads. stop staring! get lost you perverts! she shrieked before scowling at her father, just as embarrassed as he was. nope, no assassin's here... she stated before outright glaring at him. well YOU clearly didn't want him. she stated with a sniff. and the men where hurting him, slapping him around like he was some misbehaving dog! it wasn't right! you might not want to claim him, but he's still my brother! so i gave him to Frostpaw. Alyssa admitted with a smile at Sam. he'll have a family with me and Frostpaw, and we'll need someone to help out once I'm with children. she admitted, offering her father a small sulk. besides... he's pretty... too pretty to be mucking out stables and burning himself every time the cooks think he needs to be taught his place. she squirmed on Frostpaw's lap, which only managed to press the knot against her spots, deep inside, making her shudder and flush even harder.