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This story contains some hyper, transformation, and elephants! I went and got all clever with the species names. Dohoho. :B", "writing": "[center][b][u]Rise of the Oliphants[/u][/b][/center]\n[center]Authored by [url=http://www.furaffinity.new/user/milkjunkie]MilkJunkie [/url][/center]\n[center]An [url=http://www.furaffinity.new/user/echoen]Echoen [/url]Commission[/center]\n\n\tForeign relations were [b]not [/b]easy; Felinde Durass did a fair job of making it appear easy however. Each and every day, the Ambassador of the Felyne Empire would deal with issues coming in from each Kingdom in the realm, berated from all sides, and still maintain a regal allure. How she managed to walk with such confidence through the corridors of the Palace without instead looking like a nervous wreck was beyond the knowledge of any noble or guard… But Felinde had her secrets. Everyone had their secrets.\n\n\tPolitical relations were not unlike a game of chess. In order to achieve a political victory over one’s opponent, one had to be calculating, cunning, and always have a plan. Felinde fit so perfectly into the role not only due to her quick wit, but because she was as cold as she was beautiful. A true living sculpture of ice, Felinde had no love for those she dealt with, and yet still managed to keep all eyes on her in every meeting. She was an actor, and extending a hand in friendship was her ruse – “ally” was simply a role for her to play and nothing more. Such falsehood served the Empire well in the past. The Felynes always came out on top.\n\n\tMany suspected her of being a foul, heartless creature, but she fought off such allegations with a calm smile over her pretty face. The Persian Felyne got by on her looks as much as her fake charm. She was a prime example of regal femininity, with a cinched waistline and over-abundant curves above and below. Her breasts were all-too accentuated by the dresses she wore, with her creamy fur almost pouring from the necklines, and her hips were obviously pushing against the sides of the flowing gowns. She was a leggy hourglass, the heels of her boots elevating her above her peers at over six feet tall. It was a position she deserved to be in, in her mind – above everyone and everything.\n\n\tHer days weren’t very thrilling. While she delighted in her manipulation of her allies and enemies alike, there was no thrill, no excitement - at least not since the last formal gathering of the Kingdoms.\n\n\tOnce every two seasons, the rulers of each Kingdom gather with their selected representatives and rub elbows. It is a time when Kings and Queens, Emperors and Empresses, Dukes and Duchies, smooth out the terms for their future co-operation with one another. Some meetings are heated, warring factions often do not show, others are painfully dull and everyone gets along far too well. The last Gathering however was different for one reason alone – the Oliphants. The Oliphant Kingdom was new, having cropped up in the political scene when the Kingdom went from a Nomadic Tribe to an actual ruling.\n\n\tHailing from the tropical regions, the Oliphants were once a quiet people. They were large, imposing, powerful Pachyderms capable of much, but content with little. Then, during a war with the Rodent Folk, Bulldogs moved in and attempted to secure Oliphant lands as their own. What happened to those platoons was never revealed, but once they disappeared from the tropics, the Oliphants grew. They began to stray from their lands, and said they followed a ruler: a supposed Magical Queen, Gwyndeline. No one thought much of the development, and this sudden move to monarchy remained a mystery… until the Oliphant Kingdom devastated what was left of the Bulldogs in a brutal war.\n\n\tWith their power evident, it was the Felynes that calmed the Oliphant people, and welcomed them into the realm, acknowledging them as a Kingdom all their own. This pleased the Magic Queen Gwyndeline enough to cease hostilities before the Bulldogs were entirely wiped out. Due to this staggering show of power, it became imperative of all the Kingdoms to stay on the good side of the Oliphant… Felinde didn’t see the need for concern, as the Felyne Kingdom had an army that far out-numbered anything even the powerful Oliphant could produce. However, if the Felyne Empress decreed it, it would be so regardless of Felinde’s personal thoughts.\n\n\tWhen Felinde at first met the Oliphant Ambassador, Marceline, she wasn’t impressed. Of course Marceline was what the guards in the palace had begun to call a ‘Phant,’ and that made her an impressive physical specimen. She had to duck to get through doors, and the way her gorgeous regal purple dress hugged her obviously thick and rotund form was breath-taking. By modern standards, her bosom would have filled an E-cup (scaled to size for her large frame), though her hips would have seemed wider if her waist wasn’t as filled-out as it obviously was. One too many feasts always left a Phant a rotund creature. But judge as Felinde may, Marceline seemed to get along with everyone just fine.\n\n\tWorse, she seemed to be enjoying herself.\n\n\tThe way she laughed, the way she brushed her long ruby red hair aside and the shining mirth in her green eyes… Marceline was the life of the party. Felinde didn’t care for her one bit… The Felyne was content to sit alone while the Phant mingled. If nothing else, Marceline made Felinde’s job easier by getting the fellow ambassadors and even some rulers nice and liquored up. Soon enough, Felinde got her chance with the Oliphant Ambassador, and Marceline approached.\n\n\tThe Felyne humored the foreign pachyderm for a time. Honestly the things she said were blatant lies – mostly about how respected the Oliphant Kingdom was in the eyes of the Felynes. Marceline seemed to eat it up most of the night, and expressed the usual bread n’ butter of wanting to work more closely with the Felynes to maintain a stable realm. Felinde had heard it all before, but doubted the Oliphant’s capacity to back up such claims. If nothing else, the Felyne Empire regarded the Oliphant as a people who needed to be kept in check, and kept under careful watch.\n\n\tSo when Marceline invited Felinde to meet the Magic Queen Gwyndeline, it came as a surprise to the Felyne. Had she really come off as so interested?\n\n\tFelinde had just enough wine to be agreeable. Meeting with the Oliphant Queen herself was an honor, though she used the term loosely. If nothing else, it would help her get an insight as to what kind of woman the Queen was, which in turn would aid in any future attempts in manipulating her for Felyne gain. She left the gathering only a few hours into it, and followed Marceline throughout the neutral city the meetings were often held in. It made sense that the Queen might stay somewhere out of the way, but the Oliphant guards stationed outside of a simple inn stuck out like a sore thumb. Still, the imposing figures of the female guards would have kept even the boldest trouble-maker at bay.\n\n\tA short walk into the inn, and Marceline disappeared. Felinde found herself entering the room to meet the Queen alone, and what she saw was… nothing like she expected. The room, for one, was decorated from top to bottom as if she entered a completely other world. Gone were the old wooden floors and ceilings, replaced by fine velvet and draped silks. The room smelled of burning incense that filled the Felyne’s body with warmth she could feel in her fingers and toes. It further intoxicated her, and the lighting was dim enough to be moody. The bed was hardly the standard civilian bed… instead more like a massive throw pillow for royalty. Upon that crimson pillow sat a goddess…\n\n\tIt was the Magic Queen Gwyn. Felinde could hardly believe her eyes seeing a creature so massive. While she rest sprawled out over the pillow, her body was thick, rotund even, with a rounded stomach that spoke of the decadence she enjoyed. Her height was staggering, doubling that of the Felyne ambassador at the very least, providing Felinde with more smooth gray flesh than she had a mind to look at. Her breasts were equally enormous, and her hips remained wider than even her shoulders. Her red hair was dazzling, her emerald eyes bewitching… And she was naked, nary a drape on her. This revealed her most unique trait: her heavy male equipment. It rested at full attention, the ebon flesh of Pachyderm cock standing like an obsidian spire in its rigidity. Setting her Felyne eyes upon that prize blessed Felinde with a feeling in her stomach… a feeling of satisfying fullness.\n\n\t“Come,” The Queen beckoned, and Felinde found her body moving without taking any heed to her relaxed mind. The Phant’s exotic accent was utterly encapsulating.\n\n\tThe details were fuzzy to Felinde when she thought back on the event. Somewhere, her clothes had been removed. They could have just melted away for all she cared at the time. She found comfort in the Queen’s warmth and her bewitching emerald gaze. She kept her body pressed up against the Queen’s form, finding her rounded belly to be so utterly comfortable that she couldn’t remember not purring. She felt Gwyn’s hands roam her body, grabbing and squeezing at every inch of her and not being gentle about it… She sized up Felinde like a piece of meat, and the Felyne found she loved it. Such bold exploration of her big breasts and luscious hips had Felinde on pins and needles, and her sex was drooling.\n\n\tPerhaps her eyes had been closed during the entire process of being tended to. Felynes tended to do that when they had an itch that was scratched just right. It would explain why Felinde remembered so little, and couldn’t even grasp how long she had been there that night. What she didn’t forget, though, was how it felt to be impaled on the Magic Queen’s cock. And she referred to it as a ‘cock’ without hesitation, using such language fit for the gutter to a startlingly exciting effect. She never used it before that night, and she woke up with the word on the tip of her tongue the next day in her chambers, as if it had all been a dream. But the filling was very real. Ever since that day she felt as if the fleshy ebon spire of Oliphant cock was always embedded as deep inside her as it could be – it was a full heat she could feel in her sex that made her clench her thighs together whenever she sat down. Gods, it felt so deep inside her that her chest felt crowded… and she loved it.\n\n\tEvery day, the feeling seemed to get more intense rather than dwindle. It was a testament to her ability that Felinde could act so routinely during her meetings with foreign delegates and the more local business-types, all while a feeling inside her continued to burn with intensity she never felt before. Normally she was a creature with its sexual habits in check, but with that feeling building inside her she found herself in her chambers at night tending to her own needs more than she had when she was a younger kitten. She had thought herself addicted, and at first thought it shameful, but as days turned into weeks, she couldn’t deny herself, and failed to find reasons why her new energy was something to be shunned.\n\n\tThe best part was how it made her feel. Night after night of plunging her fingers into her needy, slick folds left her feeling refreshed. After a time, she began to wonder how she could have gone on denying such feelings for so long! Working herself to a creamy eruption made the stress of her days seemingly wash away with every discharge of pleasure.\n\n\tIt all built to a point, where one night she retired to her chambers and practically shred her clothing off to sprawl out over her silky sheets and plunge her fingers so deeply into her burning sex that she felt as if she would sooner plunge in to the wrist than get satisfied. It had gotten frustrating trying to tend to the need within her, and it mounted within her with a feeling of pressure she’d never felt before. She spent minutes writhing on her bed, toying with herself, teasing herself, and working to get off. She rolled on her sheets, moaning, and groaning in frustration as it seemed no matter how much she tried, she couldn’t scratch her itch. Regardless of how futile it seemed however, she tried still, well into the night. Her arm was getting tired long before her lust felt even remotely quenched.\n\n\tShe felt it in her legs… a straining discomfort that coupled terribly with the burning inside her. Her breasts felt heavy and laden, weighing on her chest to make her breaths all the more labored. Her mind felt fogged as she drooled onto her pillow, fingers buried between her thighs to ravish herself mindlessly. The room around her fell to darkness, a blur that closed her mind off from her surroundings. Her world was that bed, and her ambitions were all towards release.\n\n\t“Gods, please…” She found herself begging to a non-entity, pleading with whatever deity or power that be which controlled sexual gratification to just give her what she craved. What she hadn’t expected was an answer that came in the form of an embrace. She felt a weight bear down over her, looming over her like a giant. Someone had gotten into her bed and was simply looking down at her. Rolling to her back, she was eye-to-eye with the raven-haired beauty that was Marceline.\n\n\tBut… how? Felinde could hardly make heads or tails of the case. It was simply a dream staring up into the deep pools of the Oliphant Ambassador’s lovely golden eyes. They were so… high… up! She was so tall, so big! So heavy… Felinde felt her body clench down below so powerfully, her hips actually bucking as she saw the thick spire of cock jutting from the Phant, as thick as her arm and probably as long. That was what she wanted. That was what she needed. Her tongue escaped her lips as she stared at Marceline’s exposed gray flesh.\n\n\tHer trunk softly caressed Felinde’s cheek like a third hand, its attentions so gentle… But Marceline’s thick hands were less gentle, pulling the Felyne Ambassador tightly to her frame, able to lift the smaller woman with ease. Felinde found herself pinned against the larger woman’s body as she was straddled. Her muzzle buried against those wonderful, succulent breasts, her trim form feeling a more rounded stomach, with a burning hot pillar of hard flesh between them. It made her tremble in anticipation – something that made Marceline grin beneath her trunk while it tenderly pet and stroked Felinde’s head in juuuust the right places to make her purr.\n\n\tMarceline slowly lowered Felinde back to the bed, and the Felyne sprawled out with her back arched as those hands wandered over her body. The Phant wasted little time, spreading Felinde’s legs wide to settle her bed-creaking frame between them and expose the lovely cat’s honey pot, drooling with its sweet nectar, practically winking at Marceline in anticipation for the wonder between her legs. That shaft, as long as a claymore and several times as thick, was soon pressed to the gates of Felinde’s lust, and with a mighty push it breeched Felinde’s entrance and plunged inside. The Felyne let loose a loud mewl in satisfaction, arching her back sharply and wrapping Marceline in an embrace to her form.\n\n\tThat Pachyderm weight bared down upon Felinde much to her sex-quivering delight. Marceline hunched over her with her arms tightly wrapped around her body to lift her just slightly. Their lips met, and Marceline’s tusks framed Felinde’s head to hold her in place, imprisoning the Felyne where she had unknowingly longed to be for some time. That smooth, flexible trunk coiled around Felinde’s head tightly to bring more need and desire into the kiss, and Felinde’s tongue was seemingly pushed from her muzzle by the invading length below. Marceline’s wide, mighty hips lunged like a battering ram – incredibly powerful, slamming against Felinde’s cervix in mighty blows. Her cat-like meows were stifled by the kiss and the passionate wrestling of tongues within her muzzle. She had little choice but to hold on, and she dug her claws into Marceline’s shoulders… though her sharp digits couldn’t penetrate that thick Oliphant hide.\n\n\tFelinde felt warmth spreading through her like wildfire, which spread out from her loins to reach the very tips of her fingers and her toes. It felt like she might melt against her lover as they buried her cock in so strongly that in one motion, her womb was penetrated. It bulged her stomach noticeably, and Felinde knew such a thing were impossible. She should have been howling in pain, split asunder from within, but she felt nothing but pleasure that numbed her mind. Her consciousness slipped into a place she would not find it, and time seemed a moot concept. All that mattered was that enormous cock and the heat it spread throughout her body, and the bursts of pleasure that came from every gushing torrent of pre-seed that entered her. Her body felt as if it were clay in Marceline’s hands.\n\n\tAnd Marceline’s hands roamed Felinde’s body in much the same way, coaxing her to… change. Felinde didn’t realize it, but as Marceline’s hands stroked along her short, smooth fur, she seemed to be rubbing it away to reveal smooth gray flesh… Squeezing over her arms and legs seemed to stretch them out, to shape them into bigger, longer appendages. While Felinde screamed and moaned against Marceline’s lips, the Oliphant was changing her into something new… something different. The feeling it brought to the Felyne’s body made her toes curl, and made her cunt gush in a lewd display, raining sweet juices down over Marceline’s pendulous, heavy sac and onto the silky sheets below.\n\n\tEven in her woozy, pleasure-drunk state, Felinde would realize her body was being altered eventually… but she was too far gone by then. Marceline could do no wrong. As long as that lovely Pachyderm continued to plunge into Felinde’s waiting depths, leading her to one earth-moving orgasm after another, she cared little about what happened to her. She cared little for whoever might hear her scream as she pried her lips away from Marceline’s with ivory tusks protruding in her wake. They clumsily clunked and bumped against Marceline’s own as they extended outwards… but Felinde couldn’t even look at them. Her eyes were rolled back into her skull as her tongue rest slack from her lips – she had been fucked out of her mind!\n\n\tEvery thrust made Felinde’s body bounce. Her breasts, large as they were, seemed to gain mass, to bounce harder and heavier, becoming swollen, jiggling, fatty spheres of smooth gray flesh, with darker-skinned, puffy nipples that tingled even as the air touched them. Felinde found her legs could finally close around her would-be lover’s waist in a thick, but soft lock as they gained similar weight, becoming chunky and far less graceful than they once were. Her feet grew thick and rounded, her toes sinking into the stumps, and even her fingers fattened up, but found she was able to grab hold of Marceline with much greater strength, as if she might shatter her shoulder with enough force.\n\n\tMarceline moaned as loud as Felinde had ever heard. The sound made her insides flutter as the Phant hilted within her and erupted a mighty wash of cum deep into her body. Her belly domed quickly as a moat’s worth of fertile seed was poured into her body, but rather than round out in a dense, full state, it fattened. It gained mass like the rest of her, softening to a doughy stomach that made her seem much less hourglass, and much more pear-shaped. Her ass lifted her pelvis from the bed as it plumped up, and as Felinde screamed into the air, her last appendages shot from her body in a climactic display! A trunk formed where her nose used to be, shooting into the air and sounding off like a horn loud enough to shake the masonry; and a black cock, slick with juice, slithered from her groin and stiffened into erection as it began to pump its own fountain of cum into the air, plastering Felinde’s new body with white streaks of thick cream.\n\n\tFelinde sounded out time and again with her trunk, trumpeting time and again as she was satisfied. That feeling of need building inside her seemed to fire away, rushing out of her every time her twitching, stiff cock let loose another volley of cum. She had never felt so happy, so fulfilled… Her life of political dealings was nothing compared to what she had then, and in her mind she related it to what she was then. It all clicked together just right… Being an Oliphant was infinitely better than being a boring bitch of a Felyne. She shuddered as, after so long of being locked together, Marceline slipped out. She pulled her mighty shaft out of Felinde’s accommodating cunt, and it almost felt like her insides would be pulled right with it… But once it freed with a wet, lewd sound, the new Phant took a deep breath and shuddered all her pleasure away.\n\n\tShe laid there, her big, floppy ears sprawled out to frame her dopey-looking, drooling face… Her tongue was strewn across the bed, and her heavy cock softened with a wet slap against her fattened gut. Her thick leg barely twitched as she relished in the dream and the feelings that overcame her. The burning need was replaced with comfortable satisfaction, and she found her frustrations had made her tired… She slipped off into sleep, to no doubt awaken back to her boring life. But she could always find solace in her dreams, and the Oliphant people she loved so much.\n\n\tThough the mind was a strange thing…\n\n\tWhen she awoke, she was not at home. She was not in a palace at all, but a tent. She heard the chirping of wildlife she did not recognize, and she was covered in a damp sweat. The heat around her seemed humid, but not entirely unpleasant as laid out rest on a lush pillow with Marceline. The Oliphant Ambassador slept soundly with Felinde’s tusked cheek nestled into and against her belly, and her trunk was subconsciously petting over Felinde’s bare head. It almost made her purr, if she was even capable of such a thing any longer. She wasn’t sure where she was, but she did not care. She was comfortable, and happy.\n\n\tHer floppy ears picked up the sound of a low, buzzing horn. She lifted her body from Marceline’s embrace as the Ambassador stirred away, and rose to her feet, stretching her long limbs before ducking out of her tent. She joined her fellow Oliphants, her cock somewhat stiff as it dangled between her thick, strong legs as it also stirred awake. All the Phants collected together in a huddled crowd of beautiful gray flesh, around an ornate, golden throne on which sat Gwyndeline, the Magic Queen. All bowed before their mighty Queen, Felinde included. She acted without hesitation and with great pride as she knelt with her fellow Pachyderms. Marceline joined her at her side, kneeling down and letting her trunk caress Felinde’s shoulder. That touch filled Felinde with love and adoration. She boldly returned the caress with her own smooth trunk, making Marceline blush – the red did so much to compliment her dark hair.\n\n\tFor a whole season, the Felyne’s numbers had been dwindling. They seemed to simply disappear from the cities and villages, even the Empire’s capital. Nobles, peasants, and everything in between would disappear from their beds one night. Some claimed to have seen their family and friends getting up in the night and simply wandering away. They were never seen again. They were never themselves again. They were of the Oliphant. They travelled a great distance to join their brothers and sisters, living happy lives as a thriving Kingdom. The Oliphant had spread from the tropics to their nearby lands, growing in number while all the other Kingdoms began to fall victim to under-population. The political power shifted. Soon all clung to the Oliphant Kingdom as a leader.\n\n\tPolitical relations were [b]not [/b]easy; Felinde Durass, however, no longer needed to concern herself with it. The Magic Queen chanted, filling her with such energy… And Marceline simply seemed to look all the more beautiful to her with every passing moment.", "writing_bbcode_parsed": "
Rise of the Oliphants

Authored by MilkJunkie

An Echoen Commission


\tForeign relations were not easy; Felinde Durass did a fair job of making it appear easy however. Each and every day, the Ambassador of the Felyne Empire would deal with issues coming in from each Kingdom in the realm, berated from all sides, and still maintain a regal allure. How she managed to walk with such confidence through the corridors of the Palace without instead looking like a nervous wreck was beyond the knowledge of any noble or guard… But Felinde had her secrets. Everyone had their secrets.

\tPolitical relations were not unlike a game of chess. In order to achieve a political victory over one’s opponent, one had to be calculating, cunning, and always have a plan. Felinde fit so perfectly into the role not only due to her quick wit, but because she was as cold as she was beautiful. A true living sculpture of ice, Felinde had no love for those she dealt with, and yet still managed to keep all eyes on her in every meeting. She was an actor, and extending a hand in friendship was her ruse – “ally” was simply a role for her to play and nothing more. Such falsehood served the Empire well in the past. The Felynes always came out on top.

\tMany suspected her of being a foul, heartless creature, but she fought off such allegations with a calm smile over her pretty face. The Persian Felyne got by on her looks as much as her fake charm. She was a prime example of regal femininity, with a cinched waistline and over-abundant curves above and below. Her breasts were all-too accentuated by the dresses she wore, with her creamy fur almost pouring from the necklines, and her hips were obviously pushing against the sides of the flowing gowns. She was a leggy hourglass, the heels of her boots elevating her above her peers at over six feet tall. It was a position she deserved to be in, in her mind – above everyone and everything.

\tHer days weren’t very thrilling. While she delighted in her manipulation of her allies and enemies alike, there was no thrill, no excitement - at least not since the last formal gathering of the Kingdoms.

\tOnce every two seasons, the rulers of each Kingdom gather with their selected representatives and rub elbows. It is a time when Kings and Queens, Emperors and Empresses, Dukes and Duchies, smooth out the terms for their future co-operation with one another. Some meetings are heated, warring factions often do not show, others are painfully dull and everyone gets along far too well. The last Gathering however was different for one reason alone – the Oliphants. The Oliphant Kingdom was new, having cropped up in the political scene when the Kingdom went from a Nomadic Tribe to an actual ruling.

\tHailing from the tropical regions, the Oliphants were once a quiet people. They were large, imposing, powerful Pachyderms capable of much, but content with little. Then, during a war with the Rodent Folk, Bulldogs moved in and attempted to secure Oliphant lands as their own. What happened to those platoons was never revealed, but once they disappeared from the tropics, the Oliphants grew. They began to stray from their lands, and said they followed a ruler: a supposed Magical Queen, Gwyndeline. No one thought much of the development, and this sudden move to monarchy remained a mystery… until the Oliphant Kingdom devastated what was left of the Bulldogs in a brutal war.

\tWith their power evident, it was the Felynes that calmed the Oliphant people, and welcomed them into the realm, acknowledging them as a Kingdom all their own. This pleased the Magic Queen Gwyndeline enough to cease hostilities before the Bulldogs were entirely wiped out. Due to this staggering show of power, it became imperative of all the Kingdoms to stay on the good side of the Oliphant… Felinde didn’t see the need for concern, as the Felyne Kingdom had an army that far out-numbered anything even the powerful Oliphant could produce. However, if the Felyne Empress decreed it, it would be so regardless of Felinde’s personal thoughts.

\tWhen Felinde at first met the Oliphant Ambassador, Marceline, she wasn’t impressed. Of course Marceline was what the guards in the palace had begun to call a ‘Phant,’ and that made her an impressive physical specimen. She had to duck to get through doors, and the way her gorgeous regal purple dress hugged her obviously thick and rotund form was breath-taking. By modern standards, her bosom would have filled an E-cup (scaled to size for her large frame), though her hips would have seemed wider if her waist wasn’t as filled-out as it obviously was. One too many feasts always left a Phant a rotund creature. But judge as Felinde may, Marceline seemed to get along with everyone just fine.

\tWorse, she seemed to be enjoying herself.

\tThe way she laughed, the way she brushed her long ruby red hair aside and the shining mirth in her green eyes… Marceline was the life of the party. Felinde didn’t care for her one bit… The Felyne was content to sit alone while the Phant mingled. If nothing else, Marceline made Felinde’s job easier by getting the fellow ambassadors and even some rulers nice and liquored up. Soon enough, Felinde got her chance with the Oliphant Ambassador, and Marceline approached.

\tThe Felyne humored the foreign pachyderm for a time. Honestly the things she said were blatant lies – mostly about how respected the Oliphant Kingdom was in the eyes of the Felynes. Marceline seemed to eat it up most of the night, and expressed the usual bread n’ butter of wanting to work more closely with the Felynes to maintain a stable realm. Felinde had heard it all before, but doubted the Oliphant’s capacity to back up such claims. If nothing else, the Felyne Empire regarded the Oliphant as a people who needed to be kept in check, and kept under careful watch.

\tSo when Marceline invited Felinde to meet the Magic Queen Gwyndeline, it came as a surprise to the Felyne. Had she really come off as so interested?

\tFelinde had just enough wine to be agreeable. Meeting with the Oliphant Queen herself was an honor, though she used the term loosely. If nothing else, it would help her get an insight as to what kind of woman the Queen was, which in turn would aid in any future attempts in manipulating her for Felyne gain. She left the gathering only a few hours into it, and followed Marceline throughout the neutral city the meetings were often held in. It made sense that the Queen might stay somewhere out of the way, but the Oliphant guards stationed outside of a simple inn stuck out like a sore thumb. Still, the imposing figures of the female guards would have kept even the boldest trouble-maker at bay.

\tA short walk into the inn, and Marceline disappeared. Felinde found herself entering the room to meet the Queen alone, and what she saw was… nothing like she expected. The room, for one, was decorated from top to bottom as if she entered a completely other world. Gone were the old wooden floors and ceilings, replaced by fine velvet and draped silks. The room smelled of burning incense that filled the Felyne’s body with warmth she could feel in her fingers and toes. It further intoxicated her, and the lighting was dim enough to be moody. The bed was hardly the standard civilian bed… instead more like a massive throw pillow for royalty. Upon that crimson pillow sat a goddess…

\tIt was the Magic Queen Gwyn. Felinde could hardly believe her eyes seeing a creature so massive. While she rest sprawled out over the pillow, her body was thick, rotund even, with a rounded stomach that spoke of the decadence she enjoyed. Her height was staggering, doubling that of the Felyne ambassador at the very least, providing Felinde with more smooth gray flesh than she had a mind to look at. Her breasts were equally enormous, and her hips remained wider than even her shoulders. Her red hair was dazzling, her emerald eyes bewitching… And she was naked, nary a drape on her. This revealed her most unique trait: her heavy male equipment. It rested at full attention, the ebon flesh of Pachyderm cock standing like an obsidian spire in its rigidity. Setting her Felyne eyes upon that prize blessed Felinde with a feeling in her stomach… a feeling of satisfying fullness.

\t“Come,” The Queen beckoned, and Felinde found her body moving without taking any heed to her relaxed mind. The Phant’s exotic accent was utterly encapsulating.

\tThe details were fuzzy to Felinde when she thought back on the event. Somewhere, her clothes had been removed. They could have just melted away for all she cared at the time. She found comfort in the Queen’s warmth and her bewitching emerald gaze. She kept her body pressed up against the Queen’s form, finding her rounded belly to be so utterly comfortable that she couldn’t remember not purring. She felt Gwyn’s hands roam her body, grabbing and squeezing at every inch of her and not being gentle about it… She sized up Felinde like a piece of meat, and the Felyne found she loved it. Such bold exploration of her big breasts and luscious hips had Felinde on pins and needles, and her sex was drooling.

\tPerhaps her eyes had been closed during the entire process of being tended to. Felynes tended to do that when they had an itch that was scratched just right. It would explain why Felinde remembered so little, and couldn’t even grasp how long she had been there that night. What she didn’t forget, though, was how it felt to be impaled on the Magic Queen’s cock. And she referred to it as a ‘cock’ without hesitation, using such language fit for the gutter to a startlingly exciting effect. She never used it before that night, and she woke up with the word on the tip of her tongue the next day in her chambers, as if it had all been a dream. But the filling was very real. Ever since that day she felt as if the fleshy ebon spire of Oliphant cock was always embedded as deep inside her as it could be – it was a full heat she could feel in her sex that made her clench her thighs together whenever she sat down. Gods, it felt so deep inside her that her chest felt crowded… and she loved it.

\tEvery day, the feeling seemed to get more intense rather than dwindle. It was a testament to her ability that Felinde could act so routinely during her meetings with foreign delegates and the more local business-types, all while a feeling inside her continued to burn with intensity she never felt before. Normally she was a creature with its sexual habits in check, but with that feeling building inside her she found herself in her chambers at night tending to her own needs more than she had when she was a younger kitten. She had thought herself addicted, and at first thought it shameful, but as days turned into weeks, she couldn’t deny herself, and failed to find reasons why her new energy was something to be shunned.

\tThe best part was how it made her feel. Night after night of plunging her fingers into her needy, slick folds left her feeling refreshed. After a time, she began to wonder how she could have gone on denying such feelings for so long! Working herself to a creamy eruption made the stress of her days seemingly wash away with every discharge of pleasure.

\tIt all built to a point, where one night she retired to her chambers and practically shred her clothing off to sprawl out over her silky sheets and plunge her fingers so deeply into her burning sex that she felt as if she would sooner plunge in to the wrist than get satisfied. It had gotten frustrating trying to tend to the need within her, and it mounted within her with a feeling of pressure she’d never felt before. She spent minutes writhing on her bed, toying with herself, teasing herself, and working to get off. She rolled on her sheets, moaning, and groaning in frustration as it seemed no matter how much she tried, she couldn’t scratch her itch. Regardless of how futile it seemed however, she tried still, well into the night. Her arm was getting tired long before her lust felt even remotely quenched.

\tShe felt it in her legs… a straining discomfort that coupled terribly with the burning inside her. Her breasts felt heavy and laden, weighing on her chest to make her breaths all the more labored. Her mind felt fogged as she drooled onto her pillow, fingers buried between her thighs to ravish herself mindlessly. The room around her fell to darkness, a blur that closed her mind off from her surroundings. Her world was that bed, and her ambitions were all towards release.

\t“Gods, please…” She found herself begging to a non-entity, pleading with whatever deity or power that be which controlled sexual gratification to just give her what she craved. What she hadn’t expected was an answer that came in the form of an embrace. She felt a weight bear down over her, looming over her like a giant. Someone had gotten into her bed and was simply looking down at her. Rolling to her back, she was eye-to-eye with the raven-haired beauty that was Marceline.

\tBut… how? Felinde could hardly make heads or tails of the case. It was simply a dream staring up into the deep pools of the Oliphant Ambassador’s lovely golden eyes. They were so… high… up! She was so tall, so big! So heavy… Felinde felt her body clench down below so powerfully, her hips actually bucking as she saw the thick spire of cock jutting from the Phant, as thick as her arm and probably as long. That was what she wanted. That was what she needed. Her tongue escaped her lips as she stared at Marceline’s exposed gray flesh.

\tHer trunk softly caressed Felinde’s cheek like a third hand, its attentions so gentle… But Marceline’s thick hands were less gentle, pulling the Felyne Ambassador tightly to her frame, able to lift the smaller woman with ease. Felinde found herself pinned against the larger woman’s body as she was straddled. Her muzzle buried against those wonderful, succulent breasts, her trim form feeling a more rounded stomach, with a burning hot pillar of hard flesh between them. It made her tremble in anticipation – something that made Marceline grin beneath her trunk while it tenderly pet and stroked Felinde’s head in juuuust the right places to make her purr.

\tMarceline slowly lowered Felinde back to the bed, and the Felyne sprawled out with her back arched as those hands wandered over her body. The Phant wasted little time, spreading Felinde’s legs wide to settle her bed-creaking frame between them and expose the lovely cat’s honey pot, drooling with its sweet nectar, practically winking at Marceline in anticipation for the wonder between her legs. That shaft, as long as a claymore and several times as thick, was soon pressed to the gates of Felinde’s lust, and with a mighty push it breeched Felinde’s entrance and plunged inside. The Felyne let loose a loud mewl in satisfaction, arching her back sharply and wrapping Marceline in an embrace to her form.

\tThat Pachyderm weight bared down upon Felinde much to her sex-quivering delight. Marceline hunched over her with her arms tightly wrapped around her body to lift her just slightly. Their lips met, and Marceline’s tusks framed Felinde’s head to hold her in place, imprisoning the Felyne where she had unknowingly longed to be for some time. That smooth, flexible trunk coiled around Felinde’s head tightly to bring more need and desire into the kiss, and Felinde’s tongue was seemingly pushed from her muzzle by the invading length below. Marceline’s wide, mighty hips lunged like a battering ram – incredibly powerful, slamming against Felinde’s cervix in mighty blows. Her cat-like meows were stifled by the kiss and the passionate wrestling of tongues within her muzzle. She had little choice but to hold on, and she dug her claws into Marceline’s shoulders… though her sharp digits couldn’t penetrate that thick Oliphant hide.

\tFelinde felt warmth spreading through her like wildfire, which spread out from her loins to reach the very tips of her fingers and her toes. It felt like she might melt against her lover as they buried her cock in so strongly that in one motion, her womb was penetrated. It bulged her stomach noticeably, and Felinde knew such a thing were impossible. She should have been howling in pain, split asunder from within, but she felt nothing but pleasure that numbed her mind. Her consciousness slipped into a place she would not find it, and time seemed a moot concept. All that mattered was that enormous cock and the heat it spread throughout her body, and the bursts of pleasure that came from every gushing torrent of pre-seed that entered her. Her body felt as if it were clay in Marceline’s hands.

\tAnd Marceline’s hands roamed Felinde’s body in much the same way, coaxing her to… change. Felinde didn’t realize it, but as Marceline’s hands stroked along her short, smooth fur, she seemed to be rubbing it away to reveal smooth gray flesh… Squeezing over her arms and legs seemed to stretch them out, to shape them into bigger, longer appendages. While Felinde screamed and moaned against Marceline’s lips, the Oliphant was changing her into something new… something different. The feeling it brought to the Felyne’s body made her toes curl, and made her cunt gush in a lewd display, raining sweet juices down over Marceline’s pendulous, heavy sac and onto the silky sheets below.

\tEven in her woozy, pleasure-drunk state, Felinde would realize her body was being altered eventually… but she was too far gone by then. Marceline could do no wrong. As long as that lovely Pachyderm continued to plunge into Felinde’s waiting depths, leading her to one earth-moving orgasm after another, she cared little about what happened to her. She cared little for whoever might hear her scream as she pried her lips away from Marceline’s with ivory tusks protruding in her wake. They clumsily clunked and bumped against Marceline’s own as they extended outwards… but Felinde couldn’t even look at them. Her eyes were rolled back into her skull as her tongue rest slack from her lips – she had been fucked out of her mind!

\tEvery thrust made Felinde’s body bounce. Her breasts, large as they were, seemed to gain mass, to bounce harder and heavier, becoming swollen, jiggling, fatty spheres of smooth gray flesh, with darker-skinned, puffy nipples that tingled even as the air touched them. Felinde found her legs could finally close around her would-be lover’s waist in a thick, but soft lock as they gained similar weight, becoming chunky and far less graceful than they once were. Her feet grew thick and rounded, her toes sinking into the stumps, and even her fingers fattened up, but found she was able to grab hold of Marceline with much greater strength, as if she might shatter her shoulder with enough force.

\tMarceline moaned as loud as Felinde had ever heard. The sound made her insides flutter as the Phant hilted within her and erupted a mighty wash of cum deep into her body. Her belly domed quickly as a moat’s worth of fertile seed was poured into her body, but rather than round out in a dense, full state, it fattened. It gained mass like the rest of her, softening to a doughy stomach that made her seem much less hourglass, and much more pear-shaped. Her ass lifted her pelvis from the bed as it plumped up, and as Felinde screamed into the air, her last appendages shot from her body in a climactic display! A trunk formed where her nose used to be, shooting into the air and sounding off like a horn loud enough to shake the masonry; and a black cock, slick with juice, slithered from her groin and stiffened into erection as it began to pump its own fountain of cum into the air, plastering Felinde’s new body with white streaks of thick cream.

\tFelinde sounded out time and again with her trunk, trumpeting time and again as she was satisfied. That feeling of need building inside her seemed to fire away, rushing out of her every time her twitching, stiff cock let loose another volley of cum. She had never felt so happy, so fulfilled… Her life of political dealings was nothing compared to what she had then, and in her mind she related it to what she was then. It all clicked together just right… Being an Oliphant was infinitely better than being a boring bitch of a Felyne. She shuddered as, after so long of being locked together, Marceline slipped out. She pulled her mighty shaft out of Felinde’s accommodating cunt, and it almost felt like her insides would be pulled right with it… But once it freed with a wet, lewd sound, the new Phant took a deep breath and shuddered all her pleasure away.

\tShe laid there, her big, floppy ears sprawled out to frame her dopey-looking, drooling face… Her tongue was strewn across the bed, and her heavy cock softened with a wet slap against her fattened gut. Her thick leg barely twitched as she relished in the dream and the feelings that overcame her. The burning need was replaced with comfortable satisfaction, and she found her frustrations had made her tired… She slipped off into sleep, to no doubt awaken back to her boring life. But she could always find solace in her dreams, and the Oliphant people she loved so much.

\tThough the mind was a strange thing…

\tWhen she awoke, she was not at home. She was not in a palace at all, but a tent. She heard the chirping of wildlife she did not recognize, and she was covered in a damp sweat. The heat around her seemed humid, but not entirely unpleasant as laid out rest on a lush pillow with Marceline. The Oliphant Ambassador slept soundly with Felinde’s tusked cheek nestled into and against her belly, and her trunk was subconsciously petting over Felinde’s bare head. It almost made her purr, if she was even capable of such a thing any longer. She wasn’t sure where she was, but she did not care. She was comfortable, and happy.

\tHer floppy ears picked up the sound of a low, buzzing horn. She lifted her body from Marceline’s embrace as the Ambassador stirred away, and rose to her feet, stretching her long limbs before ducking out of her tent. She joined her fellow Oliphants, her cock somewhat stiff as it dangled between her thick, strong legs as it also stirred awake. All the Phants collected together in a huddled crowd of beautiful gray flesh, around an ornate, golden throne on which sat Gwyndeline, the Magic Queen. All bowed before their mighty Queen, Felinde included. She acted without hesitation and with great pride as she knelt with her fellow Pachyderms. Marceline joined her at her side, kneeling down and letting her trunk caress Felinde’s shoulder. That touch filled Felinde with love and adoration. She boldly returned the caress with her own smooth trunk, making Marceline blush – the red did so much to compliment her dark hair.

\tFor a whole season, the Felyne’s numbers had been dwindling. They seemed to simply disappear from the cities and villages, even the Empire’s capital. Nobles, peasants, and everything in between would disappear from their beds one night. Some claimed to have seen their family and friends getting up in the night and simply wandering away. They were never seen again. They were never themselves again. They were of the Oliphant. They travelled a great distance to join their brothers and sisters, living happy lives as a thriving Kingdom. The Oliphant had spread from the tropics to their nearby lands, growing in number while all the other Kingdoms began to fall victim to under-population. The political power shifted. Soon all clung to the Oliphant Kingdom as a leader.

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