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\n\t\t\t\t\tMarsonaut (artist)Since he was a little kid, Tamahere knew of being different. Rather than having feet, his legs ended with heavy hooves: the rest of his body was equally unique, possessing a musculature no other male of the tribe could show. For years he suffered because of this. Tamahere was terribly clumsy at swimming, and could not last long during diving, being late and last in every fishing activity. True, he was strong: he was the boy to ask help lifting a huge tuna or a harpooned shark with the hunters. His mother, Tehani made for him a necklace with the beast’ teeth and that was a day to remember. But for most of the time, only sadness resided into his heart. He was the pariah, the different one, his mother kept telling him how this was wrong but he could witness pity and mocking in the eyes of many. Most of the tribe members could not track back who sired them, being often the product of communal mating rites, but sometimes a good hunter was granted the privilege to sire individually an offspring. A father had little to do with the raising of the cub, and it was mostly a source of personal pride and reward for the hunter. But the boy never had the chance to meet or talk with his sire, and for once there was much he wanted to ask: how could he swim and fish with that body he inherited? In the end, he resented the stranger who impregnated his mother and gifted him such an imperfect body.
Everything changed one day, during one of the many tours on sea. Male and female otters of the tribe swam together from the canoes to fish, bearing no loincloths on their bodies.
Coming out naked from the sea, the boy realized curious glances were observing his genitalia: puberty hit him, and Tamahere realized he inherited something else from his sire.
While his malehood was different in form, it was also longer and thicker in size, and girls approached him with curiosity.
Once his body was mature enough, he took his first girl on the beach after a successful catch. She was no virgin and while not in heat, she expressed loudly pleasure in the “gifts” of the boy.
When the time come for his initiation as adult, Tamahere took part at the communal mating rite. Of the sixteen girls taking part at the ritual, twelve of them gave birth pups who unmistakable traits of the boy, while none possessed his hooves, all of them were quite large and showed a mane-like fur on their heads and necks.
The shaman of the tribe later desired personally test the quality of the young male, and the portly sacred woman birthed later a healthy male cub showing the same features of his half-siblings. The shaman and chief of the Tribe, grandsire of the boy, declared the young hybrid to be a gift: a treasured reward for the tribe, someone who was destined to strength their line.
The boy realized he found finally his place into the Tribe. His presence was deemed mandatory in all the subsequent adulthood ceremonies, and many of the cubs sired showed traits of his equine ancestry. More and more women of all ages requested the shaman and the chief to be granted individual mating with him, at the age of twenty Tamahere made history because a girl birthed his hundredth cub (a cute lively girl), thus reached the personal tally of the legendary founder of the tribe.
Soon the voice spread in the nearby villages and communities, and young girls travelled to his village to receive the blessing of his seed.
At the age of 35, Tamahere was casually mounting a female presenting to him; while holding with tender passion the swollen belly of a second female he impregnated some months before. He was a man now, and released a grunt of satisfaction before unloading his seed inside the receptive womb of the girl who was almost half of his age. At the same time, his hand could feel the kick of the cub inside the other girl. He wondered if the unborn cub could sense the presence of his sire. With a casual movement, dictated now by experience he pulled out his equine thick cock from the girl and walked away.
He just got news about the birth of his three-hundredth cub in a nearby village: a lucky number for some, and he realized how to have slowed down his activity in the last decade.
That was right after all, he walked toward the beach with a sigh. He would have never been a good hunter or fisherman, but he could see a party of tribe members returning from the catch. It was a young party, half of the naked teens showed clear signs of being his offspring. Each of them knew who their sire was, and soon they would learn from the elders to focus their attentions to otters lacking equine features. The man smiled, guessing that sooner than later his offspring would start bearing grandchildren to him.
He would politely refuse to attend again the next adulthood ceremony, leaving the honor to the next generation.
Tehani reached him, sitting on the sand nearby his grown-up son. The mother leaned against Tamahere, she was now an elder and her fifth and last child was born ten years earlier.
She admired with pride the party of fishers, half of them were her grandchildren, and thanked once more the blessed day when the barbarian horse donated his strength to her tribe.
Otters bearing ancestry to the horse were stronger and more resilient than their comrades, yet bearing more otter blood in their veins, they were also gifted swimmers.
She moved one hand on the chest of his son, playing with the necklace she made for him years ago, happy that his son finally found peace and a place in the tribe.
It was literally ages (2 ages xd) that I did not commission something after Rubin, my barbarian-fantasy setting horse wandering adventurer. I got a neat inspiration from Marsonaut Marsonaut who is quite cool and make very nice pairing of muscolar "Conan"-like barbarian setting with slender but somewhat strong women.
Eventually I plan to get some more arts from him, if he will open also more advanced styles (colored sketches? flats? etc.)
Comments and opinions are extremely welcome ^^