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Thunderfoot seemed to have picked up on her distraction, and chirped with annoyance at her laissez-faire attitude, doubling his efforts and working himself into a lather. The fact was, the lessons Sara had learned from fighting as a human translated remarkably well to fighting as a cat. Most of it was about positioning and minimizing movement while maximizing angles of attack.
Thunderfoot, she decided, had never learned those foundational lessons, and only sought to inflict damage. He never considered the consequences of his strikes, and where the movements would lead him. By the time fatigue started to show on the enraged rabbit, Sara decided she needed to try and mend the bridge she had set afire.
After one particularly clumsy sweep with his horns, Sara again tackled Thunderfoot to the ground, but instead of biting onto his neck, or swatting at one of his many exposed vulnerable areas, she jumped over his body and hugged onto him from behind, purring and rubbing against his neck with her face. Her claws were sheathed, as they had been every time she had made contact with him that night, and after a few seconds of struggling and chortling, the large-rabbit finally allowed himself to relax.
Sara was surprised to feel emotion begin to pour out from the magical creature. It was like a warm river of seething frustration that washed across her body, small eddies of cool contentment taking shape within the turbulent tide of his anger. She tried to project her happiness and joy towards him, and felt him react to her emotion. A few seconds later, and they were both calm, resting under the waning full-moon.
How could she explain to the rabbit what it needed to know? Communication was a skill she never really thought much about, and something she now knew she took for granted. Thinking back, she remembered the few moments when the rabbit had talked with her, or when she had tried to relate information back to him.
With those memories fresh, Sara tried to imagine key moments from their fight, and the numerous ways that Thunderfoot had over extended himself. She brought forth the memories with as much clarity as she could muster, and was shocked by the ease with which they came to the surface.
Crystal clear images, as if recorded to film, were brought to her mind, and in some strange way she knew that Thunderfoot was watching as she opened herself up to him. She tried to focus on her own emotions in those moments, the considerations she made as she studied his movements, and how she angled herself against his attacks. Each action from him causing her to adjust her own position to maximize her ability to attack, while minimizing his ability retreat or retaliate.
His heart raced as they reviewed what Sara had experienced, strange and unfamiliar whispers appearing in her mind as she re-lived those moments. It was Thunderfoot's childlike voice, Sara realized, gaining strength and becoming more and more clear as the moments bled into each other.
The rabbit's thoughts began to make sense, each one a question of attack, and as his queries took shape, so did Sara's understanding of the herbivore's struggle with combat. He thought that a fight was all about scoring the first hit, killing your enemy before they could kill you. She listened to his thoughts, allowing the magical being to express himself, and saw images of massive majestic elk, or fellow jackalopes, being taken down by mighty direwolves in ambushes and surprise attacks.
The creatures were killed so quickly, with such brutal force and insurmountable speed, that Sara understood why he thought the way he did. She focused on one of the images, of an elk leaping over a large bush before it was taking out of the air by a wolf that almost tore its head off mid-flight. She tried to ask what happened before that moment, but felt only confusion from the rabbit, who seemed to struggle with some concept contained within her question.
So, trying to keep her audience in mind, she tried to imagine what had happened before the elk had been killed, playing the image back in her mind in reverse. She did that a couple of times before joy and realization radiated out from Thunderfoot, who focused on the memory and tried to remember it from the beginning. So much information flooded into Sara as the rabbit tried to relay what had happened, and she just lay there trying to process it all.
The wolves had been on the hunt for hours, the smaller creatures of the forest taking shelter or hiding while they waited for nature to take its course. Thunderfoot lived far to the northwest, a vision of wide open plains coming to mind with a few herds of jackalopes running and foraging clearly visible in the image. Thunderfoot, she learned, was more adventurous than the rest of his herd, and enjoyed exploring the forest, where he could find many flavorful and exotic foods that did not exist within the plains.
He had hidden himself in a dense thicket of brambles, his fur coated hide protecting him from the worse of the plants thorns. The ground shook as the elk approached, hundreds of regal looking creatures moving with effortless ease between the impossibly tall trees that surrounded him, reminding Sara of a flock of birds in their uniformity of action. Each elk was distinctive in its patterning, all of them wearing impressive horns of twisted and sharpened bone, the edges glistening in the faint sunlight as if made from some type of silvery steel.
Sara almost wept in wonder at the image, never before having imagined a sight so impossibly beautiful.
A few of the larger males stopped and scanned the forest, sounds of wolves moving through the brush whispering in the wind — obscured by magic, but impossible not to sense. There was an older male, his hair carrying far more white than brown, who halted and looked out through the trees. Much of the herd came to a stop, and Thunderfoot was forced to huddle and watch from where he hid, only a hundred yards from where the elk convened.
The younger bucks who stood watch turned and observed the older male as he walked towards the boundary they had established, respect and admiration evident in their gaze. They dipped their heads, causing the older male to straighten his age warn back and neck, stoic determination chiseling a course across his face. Sara recognized him, it was the deer she had seen in the image Thunderfoot had shown her earlier.
Several bucks and doe came to the wise old elk, trailed by their calves who followed with nervous glances in all directions. Tears were welling in their eyes as they pressed their snouts against the old elk, who continued to stare off into the distance.
From where Thunderfoot hid, he could see the emotion wash across the old bucks face, a complex orchestra of pride, fear and resolve. At the time, Thunderfoot had no idea what was crossing through the old elk's mind, but as he relived that moment, Sara could tell he was able to relate to the choice the old buck was making. He had lived a good life, and Thunderfoot seemed to understand and respect the buck for what it was about to do, recognizing the action as part of life in the world they lived in.
The wise old elk cantered off from the herd, having centered in on where the wolves were circling them, and as he made his way towards his destiny, the herd took off in the other direction. Those few young elk that had given him a farewell lingering for a single moment, watching as their beloved progenitor sacrificed himself, so that the rest may live. The fact was, the wolves would take his offering, and let the rest leave. That was the law of the land, and everyone respected it.
As the elk approached the tree where it would die, Sara severed herself from Thunderfoot. Grief and horror rocked her feline form, as she struggled to understand how life could be so cruel. How was it fair that the beautiful elk would have to give its life like that? In what way was that fair? The extreme emotions flooded out from Sara, and overwhelmed Thunderfoot with countless questions, but she could tell that he had no idea what had offended her.
Her heart raced for several seconds, and Thunderfoot just lay there, internalizing the lessons she had taught him while she tried to understand the vision she had seen. For a moment, she could not remember why he had shown her that, or what had brought them to that dark place, but then she remembered, and decided it would be better to focus on teaching Thunderfoot how to fight.
They stood, Sara's limbs seeming weak from her emotional distress for a few steps until she was able to fully put the memory out of mind. Thunderfoot again tried to attack her, but again he over extended himself and she was able to use his unsure footing to pull his antlers to the side with a well placed claw, causing Thunderfoot to stumble to the side.
It took several minutes for Thunderfoot to realize how to attack with his antlers, instead of coming at her with a broad strike, he needed to drive his horns forward, keeping his face down just enough to protect his face, but allowing him to keep his eyes on her at all times. With that, he was able to maintain his footing and adjust his momentum as necessary to counteract her movements.
For almost an hour they spared, Thunderfoot slowly gaining confidence while Sara pushed him with her agility. She feared she had learned little from the exchange, and constantly found herself having to force the memory of that elk from her mind. In those few moments of distraction, Thunderfoot had scored some well placed and dangerous strikes, opening up small lacerations across Sara's shoulders and side.
They hurt, and bleed for a short while, but scabbed over quickly and never felt life threatening to Sara. She was relieved to sense Andrew watching her within her mind, waiting to help if she needed him. God she loved that man, and still could not believe how lucky they were to have found each other.
By the time they stopped, Thunderfoot was exhausted, having used muscles in ways his body had never experienced. Sara could sense where Andrew was, and knew he was with Karen, while Thunderfoot seemed content to go somewhere else within the forest, so with varying degrees of fatigue, they went in seperate directions.
Sara was proud of Thunderfoot, and was amazed by how much he had learned in that brief hour they had trained. The simple jabbing thrust with his antlers had developed into a whole suite of attacks that he could use at various points of a battle, and his foot placement and body positioning had improved tremendously. He was no longer moving willy-nilly, and was choosing his actions with more consideration than the immediate attack.
She built up to a run as she contemplated her unexpected evening, and all the adventure contained within. The Glade was truly a marvel, having given them time to recover from their ordeal with the wolf, and prepare for their next confrontation all in the same evening.
The sun was just rising in the east as Sara neared Karen's house, and her body was tender and sore. The lustful and euphoric emotions she was receiving from Andrew spoke of the loving care that her mates were sharing in her absence, and she as eager to join them. She dashed across the freeway while no one was in sight, and made her way to the house under the cover of the forest, only to find an unexpected woman hidden in the trees outside of Karen's house.
Tani'm was breathing heavy, leaning against a tree a few yards from Karen's large and unshrouded bedroom window. Sara could see Andrew lying beneath Karen, the older woman resting against him with a casual grace that only she could pull off, while sliding Andrew's thick cock between her swollen and syrup laden labia. They were caressing each other and laughing as they talked, their sexual activities a small part of their tender embrace.
The small woman rubbed her hands along her body, and seemed completely unaware of Sara as she approached, jumping as the large cat released a subtle meow. Tani'm's face became red as she turned her gaze on Sara, her lust made clear by the dark patch of wet fabric on the crotch of her pants.
"It's not what it looks-"
Tani'm's plea was cut short by Sara, who rubbed against her side before sitting down beside the short woman, both of them watching the scene as it unfolded. Andrew and Karen seemed oblivious to anything except that moment, the adoration contained within their gaze was unmistakable and magnificent.
"I just came to get healed, when I found them like this," Tani'm explained through whispered words. "They've been at it for a while now, and I just... I can't bring myself to interrupt, no matter how much I want to."
Sara could hear the conflict in Tani'm's voice, and was uncertain if she was afraid of ruining their moment, or afraid she would join them. She leaned against Tani'm's side, purring and enjoying the moment, not relating to Tani'm's turmoil, but appreciating the woman's struggle.
They remained like that for a few minutes, Andrew and Karen laughing while they continued to tease the joy out of each others bodies. To normal people, their conversation would have been lost, but to Sara, and she suspected Tani'm, their words were as clear as day.
Andrew and Karen were debating the idiom that those who do not know history, are doomed to repeat it. Andrew would name something that had happened recently, and Karen would pretend that it was a difficult situation, and then find silly but appropriate examples of things that had happened over the last few centuries that were remarkably similar.
"I don't know if I could ever love someone that completely," Tani'm stated with a stilted whisper.
Sara looked up at her, and was surprised by the pain she could see in the small woman's eyes. Whatever Tani'm's struggle, it ran deep, and witnessing that beautiful moment between Andrew and Karen seemed to stir it up. Her eyes never left the couple as they continued their playful lovemaking session, even as tears welled up in her eyes.
Returning her attention on Andrew and Karen, Sara could feel as Andrew's pleasure began to rise, Karen wanted him to cum, and that unspoken desire woke up that need within their man.
"I want you to continue what you began," Karen pleaded.
Andrew caressed her face, asking, "Are you sure, I know how nervous you are about this."
Karen took a deep breath, holding it for a second as she savored her memory from the last time he had granted her his boon, and released it as a sigh.
"Be it folly or not, I cannot deny the sense of fate that overwhelms me when I consider what you are doing to me. Look at everything you have given to Sara? What will happen to me if we see this through?"
Andrew smiled, leaning up and pulling her into a tender kiss. Her mouth opened in surprise as she gasped, while Andrew sank his full length into her. As they began their fevered dance, Tani'm and Sara watched from the relative seclusion of the forest outside. Sara could feel Andrew's contentment in that moment, their bond making his satisfaction clear; he was following his nature, and found immense and undefinable joy in the act he was about to perform.
Try as she might, Tani'm was unable to resist her urges, and unbuttoned her jeans enough to slip her hand into the form fitting garment, where her fingers slipped into the slick folds of her sensitive womanhood. Sara dripped with desire as she watched Andrew bring Karen to orgasm through skill alone, his dick massaging every sensitive point of Karen's delicate passage.
Karen rolled over, keeping Andrew in place as they moved along her queen size bed, stopping just at the edge. They managed to wiggle themselves back towards the middle between thrusts and moans, each shift creating spikes of pleasure in each of them. Tani'm whimpered a few times through their change in position. The scene was playful and erotic, not the depraved sexual abuse that Sara figured Tani'm imagined Andrew subjected them to in private.
Sara fought her desire to sneak into the house and join them, eager to witness things from the outside. Once they were back in place, Sara could sense Andrew's intention, and her body quivered with excitement. He built their lust to a fevered pitch, Karen massaging her breasts with both hands, pinching her thick nipples while pulling Andrew into her sopping wet vagina with her legs.
The instant she reached climax, Andrew dropped his walls and cast his spell, unleashing all of the erotic energy he had contained within himself, and channeling it into the new magical construct that took shape between their bond. She watched as Andrew's balls seemed to grow and change shape, ballooning up as they filled with thick seed. The moment one was full, it would begin to seize, pumping immense amounts of cum into Karen's eager body in a rhythmic beat that reminded Sara of a heart. The moment that testical was drained, the next was ready, and no pause seemed to exist as that new instrument of deliverance took over, emptying its load into her ripe and willing womb.
Tani'm gasped, drawing Sara's attention. Her mouth was wide open, and the color had drained from her face as she watched Karen's belly expand with Andrew's seed.
"What the fuu-"
Tani'm's rhetorical question was interrupted by her own shock at what she was seeing. Sara could not feel Tani'm like she could Andrew and Karen, but she got the distinct sense that the woman's arousal had vanished. As Tani'm withdrew her hand from her pants, wiping her own fluids off on her leg, she stepped away in a panic.
"I... I can't do this..."
And just like that, the small woman vanished into the forest. Sara could have followed her, caught up to her and tried to explain, but for some reason she did not feel the need to. Tani'm needed to make her own choice, and it was not Sara's responsibility to cottle that little girls emotions. If Andrew improving his girls was too bizarre for Tani'm, than so be it. They would be better off without her.
Though for Karen's sake, Sara hoped that Tani'm would at least talk to them about it when she was ready.
With that, Sara trundled around the house until she found a window that was cracked open.
"Good old Karen, trusting and loving as always," Sara thought as she pulled the bug screen off with her claws, before opening the window enough to enter.
By the time she made her way to the bedroom, the deed had been completed, and Karen was laying on the bed already drifting off to sleep, her tummy ponderous with Andrew's bounty. Andrew was walking around the bed, covering her up while turning off the lights and drawing the shades on the window. He smiled the moment he heard Sara purring in the hallway, and she could sense his joy at her presence as he turned and looked at her.
"Ohhh, poor kitty."
Andrew ran over and rested his hands on Sara's shoulders, casting a spell and expending a lot of power to heal her wounds. "Karen will get rid of the scars when she wakes up, but for now let's get some sleep."
He turned and walked towards the bed, lifting the covers before turning back towards her.
Sara, on the other hand, had different ideas. She turned her back towards him and lowered her chest towards the ground while raising her ass, revealing her inflamed and eager cat-pussy. She wanted him so bad, a fact revealed by the frantic and violent sway of her tail as it shifted from one side to the other, trying to keep out of the way for when he mounted her.
"Sara," Andrew began, his voice was very assertive and serious. "That is not going to happen, kitten. I love you, but this body, this cat-form as you call it... It... " He shuddered as he tried to figure out how to explain what he wanted to say. "It does nothing for me."
He reached down and moved his slick and soft cock with his hand, proving his point as it bobbed from side to side between his legs with no sign of life in it.
