The large she-manticore stared with blatant boredom at the smaller male, his frenzied 'dance' doing little to pique her interests, much less, lust. After another minute or two of clumsy, uncoordinated gyrations, the male appeared too tired to continue. His tattered bat wings were drooping from exertion, though his throbbing, insectoid tail stood erect as ever. Aroused and willing to press his luck, the buck manticore waddled up to her side and gave a polite nuzzle, before attempting to mount.
The girl manticore just growled slightly in response, making the small suitor nervous, though he clambered above the fertile female all the same. His tail began curling and entwining with hers, the sensitive bristles lining them twitching at the sensation. The she-manticore's angry grumbling grew in resonance, and the male tried to placate her by pawing at her broad shoulders, and nipping at her thick scruff, but this had the opposite effect. The incensed female began violently bucking the amorous male off, whipping her feminine tail-end from the penile extension tipping his. She snarled loudly, and bashed him against the cave's side, finally dissuading the small manticore from his furtive attempts at romance. He angrily pawed at her in response, hissing as he slowly backed out of the cave, before the female rushed him and pummeled him with a flurry of swipes and wing buffets. Tail wagging in defeat, the male scampered out quickly into the gloomy night.
The she-manticore grumbled angrily at the disquieting turn of her evening, ruing yet another disastrous encounter with an ungentlemanly monster boy. She was so tired of their wanton, uninspired courtship routines, their rude foreplay practices. The exasperated beast woman loathed almost everything about bedding the unkempt, smelly males of her species. The sensitive monster girl longed for something different, something better than what she had access to out in the cavern-pocked hinterland she called home. Yowling in dismay, the heartbroken creature padded into the night, looking for something to distract her morose thoughts. The full moon enabled her restless prowling, though it did not ease her fraught, complex emotions. However, when a normally innocuous sight caught her attention, the ferocious monster girl remembered back to old legends long shared among her people.
A great, dead tree, still somehow standing mighty, had garnered the beast woman's attention. She remembered her mother's tales of great works being done through steadfast totem carving. The manticore felt inspired to vent her heartfelt turmoil into completing such a sacred act, and would use this great log as an effigy of her angst. Incredibly sharp claws extended from her paws, she did not relent from carving the first totem section until the sun had risen high.
Weeks went by, and the manticore girl did not abate from her exhausting, meditative crafting practice. Section by section, she hewed the wormy, dead tree into a thing of art. She'd had to fly to access the higher sections, carving the totem's peak in short bursts to preserve her exhausted flapping muscles. Eventually, she had her work of beauty, a spectacular first piece for an animistic amateur, such as she was. However, the poor manticore had only but a fortnight to savor her accomplishment, before a terrible thunderstorm rolled into the dusty region. She felt possessed to stay by her masterpiece through the shivering rain and howling gales, until a lightning bolt's ominously precise strike reduced the totem to flaming ruin. The emotional manticore felt completely crushed, as she was forced to watch her hard work crumble apart to cinders. It prompted the big beast woman to let loose a weeping yowl, before she tearfully pounced and flew back to her cave through the pouring rain.
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Petey curled up in bed, tightly clutching the thick covers to preserve his warmth. He was a scrawny guy, and didn't much care for the stormy weather making the night cold and damp. The sounds of pattering rain helped ease him to sleep, even though the thunderclaps occasionally rattled his anxious nerves. When the small, young man finally drifted off, he had no idea what he was about to wake up to.
When he awoke to surrounding wetness, Petey angrily grumbled aloud. He'd been so consistent about not wetting the bed these last few years, he couldn't take the idea of his dreaded nocturnal cycle repeating itself. But, when he felt the drenching, cold rain soak into his pajamas, the lad opened his eyes to inexplicable circumstances. Somehow, he awoke in the middle of a cold, dark forest, the surrounding flora unfamiliar and covered in hostile thorns.
Confused and hysteric, the terrified college student reasoned it must be a dream, though his circumstances seemed adamantly real. He stood up, wandering about the dark surroundings, eventually determining it seemed too real to ignore. Had he slept walked to a nearby forest? This didn't seem like a Pennsylvania wood copse. The muddy ground was sandy, and the surrounding plants reminded him of giant, desert cacti, but in such vibrant abundance that it seemed like a jungle. The constant lightning strikes and thundering bangs above made Petey's fear escalate further, and he began sprinting in a random direction, calling for help.
His thick, rubber-padded socks did little to keep his feet safe through the harsh, wet terrain. The man winced at the many cast-off thorns hidden among the inconspicuous muck, forcing him to stop and pry out the big prickers every so often. It was like the most terrible nightmare, and it just seemed to keep getting worse. Petey ruinously cursed the truth of this insight, as he heard a deep growl echo out from behind. Turning on his heel, he was too paralyzed to scream at the sight of a lion... man of some inexplicable nature. It had great, membranous wings, like a bat, padded feet and hands, the body and face of a humanoid, and the giant tail of a scorpion. The ferocious figure made the meek lad's heart stop, and he managed a strangled cry for mercy before the furred creature pounced towards him.
The young guy's world was a blur of scrambling through thorny brush and desperately avoiding the charging, bounding creature, which skidded across the wet turf in continued pursuit of the small human. Petey did not know for how long he ran, but when he spied a rocky crevasse large enough to get into, the desperate young man fled inside, wishing the beastly man would not follow. An approaching snarl dispelled his longed-for notions of luck, and Pete crawled deeper into the cave, the bones of small animals crunching under his ruined socks. Bio-luminescent lichen and mushrooms lit his way through the hard, stony chamber, until yet another terrible turn crushed his final vestiges of hope. Before him was an even larger creature than the first, her hoary frame occupying the entire cavern interior as she clambered up on her fluffy paws, insectoid tail clacking on the stalactites above. A hissing grumble from behind alerted the despondent human that he was literally stuck between two leonine monsters in a tight, dark cave. His frazzled mind kept returning to his final recourse, that it had to be some kind of nightmare, that none of this could be real.
When the larger of the manticores leapt upon him in a flapping bound, Petey collapsed into a curled huddle on the cavern floor. He was smashed down in a fluffy tackle by the big creature, who hissed loudly, hackles raised in agitation. The confused young man didn't understand from his limited vantage point under the she-manticore, but she was squaring off against the male from earlier, who seemed keen on getting at the human male under her breast. He lunged forward, claws outstretched, but his blow was expertly intercepted by a side-swipe from the female, which sent it painfully smashing into the jagged cavern wall nearby. For the second time, the monster boy absconded from the small cave with his pride wounded and body bruised, tufts of fur missing from his sore arm.
Petey was miserably sobbing, trying to think of some prayer to increase his chances at a good afterlife. The manticore girl heaved off from her protective stance over him, drawing up into a looming, four-legged squat. She quizzically tilted her maned head to the side, big eyes glittering with curiosity and reflecting the cavern's glowing fungi with brilliant luminosity. Petey scrambled to the cave's wall, not daring to run, and stared back at the hodge-podge features of the thing before him. It had a feminine shape to her humanoid mid-section, tawny fur giving way to pale, creamy skin around her toned midriff. But her limbs and other features were quite bestial, equipped with the same chiropteran wings and scorpion tail of his earlier pursuer. However, this beast woman had a sweet, almost beautiful cast to her feline featured face, and her eyes shone with intelligence, and perhaps even kindness.
It might've been his desperate yearning that the creature before him appeared to be an intelligent and kindly one, but Petey reasoned it was fruitless to attempt to flee. Still cowering on the wet chasm wall, he staggeringly murmured, "H-Hello? Are... C-Can you understand me? My names Petey, w-what's your name?"
The monster girl leaned forward as he spoke, her slit-pupil eyes examining him with fervent intensity. Pete cringed in fright as she grumbled out at him in a purring, sonorous tone that sounded like words, but were indiscernible to him. Her vocalizations sounded meaningful, perhaps betraying that she spoke an intelligent language, but Petey could not understand a word of it. He kept hearing her say, "Chara" again and again, and wondered if perhaps that was her name. He asked again, "A-Are you 'Chara', is that your name? I'm Petey, Pete-y!" For emphasis, he stretched out his trembling arm, which the big, leonine female sniffed at tentatively.
Petey began shrieking anew when the creature pounced upon him again, without warning. Her big, plush paws manhandled him wantonly, batting the meek human down to the damp cave floor like he was a small rag doll. It took him a minute to realize Chara wasn't really hurting him, her claws retracted as she intently positioned him in a supine pose. He cried out pleadingly, but the monstrous female was unheeding while she squatted herself atop him. The only thing that eased his rising panic was the loud, unmistakably pleased purring sound Chara exuded. When his bestial new acquaintance heaved her fluffy rump directly over Petey's face, he barely had a moment to comprehend before his world was filled with damp, pungent fur.
His fear was replaced with annoyed confusion as he loudly groaned into the hoary, squishy flesh that enveloped about his face. The she-manticore took a few moments to get her fur-rimmed sex squared over Petey's mouth, but the human did not mistake the sudden clutch of her wet, pink lips when she did. The inexperienced human male had never had oral sex with a woman before, much less a monstrous humanoid of another species, and the exotic tastes, smells, and textures assaulted him during the intense copulation. Considering his view was firmly obsured by Chara's moistening, humping rear, Petey had no idea of what the manticore's oozing tail was up to, until it was too late.
Chara was lovingly pawing at his chest, while the tip of her meaty, thick, bristle-covered tail crept under the elastic of his pajama bottoms waistband. The sexual organ tipping the strange scut pulsated and dripped with the manticore's sexual fluids, as it sought out Petey's obscured penis. The young man groaned out loudly into his unlikely partner's sex, elicting a louder bout of purring from Chara, as the open hole tipping her tail began wetly sucking on his privates. The she-manticore's tail-pussy began slurping up the human's penis, the orifice's muscular undulations instantly bringing him to full erection. The overwhelmed youth gasped into the leonid hybrid's thick posterior, as the clenching ministrations of Chara's tail proved far more intense and erotic than any human female could hope to match.
The flabbergasted young man was lost to the erotic grip of his monstrous protector's tail tip, the slurping noises it made about his engorged phallus audible even under Chara's hoary vaginal lips. The manticore's tail-pussy gulped down Petey's manahood to his very base, almost slurping in over his balls in the tail's frenzy to fully envelop as much masculine sex as possible into its sensitive, rippling interior. The orifice in Chara's tail continuously dribbled thick, lubricious fluids over her human partner's cock, drenching the man's bush in Chara's pungent tail fluids.
The pleasured manticore let out a rising, growling roar, her happiness escalating to new highs as she realized she'd finally found just the kind of creature she'd always hoped to meet. This meek, smooth-skinned little thing was so helpless and cute, while his unusual scent excited the cat-like creature's mind. Chara was ever so pleased in the moment, working her sopping privates against the newcomer's face while her tail-pussy worked in pulsing rhythm to explore every centimeter of her new partner's penis.