[b][u][center]At the Mercy of the Natives For Rayoelgatubelo By Draconicon[/center][/u][/b] Youthened, orgasmed to exhaustion, and still sporting a ‘tail’ of a parasite, Vicki could hardly pull herself away from the Fountain of Youth with the best of her efforts. Even so, it was difficult to stay awake, her attention constantly sliding to the pressure of the creature inside of her. The feeling of it, the slippery, unnatural slug and the way that it was constantly oozing inside of her ass… “Mmmph...this shouldn’t make me horny.” Even saying that out loud reminded her how much she’d changed, her voice higher than it used to be and quite a bit less sophisticated. She rubbed her neck, shaking her head as she had to lean against the wall. Looking down between her legs, he could see the slug sticking out of her like a long log of filth, hanging down almost a foot and a half from her hole and dangling, swaying. Every now and then, she could feel it biting at her inner walls, but it wasn’t doing the same orgasm-inducing shock any more. She wondered if it was because of her current age, or if the slug was just too big now to actually feed more. It didn’t matter. She had bigger worries, at that point. [i]Someone’s coming,[/i] she knew. [i]That rustling wasn’t just wind. There’s someone...someone coming.[/i] Vicki pulled herself further up the spiral, getting out of the dip that led down to the pool. All of her stuff was down there, from her clothes to her gear, but she knew better than to try and go back for it. The clothes wouldn’t fit her, and her gear would be too heavy for her to carry around at this point. No, it would be much better for her to just run. There was a boat waiting for her on the far side of the island, and they had seen weirder things than this from some of her other expeditions. If she could get back, she could get out, and maybe find some way to actually get back to normal. Of course, the slug was going to make that difficult, but she didn’t know how much it was lodged into her anal walls. If it was biting too firmly, she could end up bleeding to death if she pulled it out, and even if she didn’t bleed out, she could get an infection that she didn’t even want to think about. So the slug stayed in...for now. And she just did her best to ignore the feeling of it holding her asshole wide open. As she limped across the ruins, she heard the rustling sound again, this time from much closer. Panting, the seven-year-old vixen leaned against one of the half-wrecked pillars that surrounded the fountain, and turned around. She didn’t see anything at first, but as she peered deeper into the foliage above the ruin, several dozen feet up, she saw something dark moving around. Almost black, but faster than a simple shadow moving through the trees. Whatever it was, it was armed; she saw a spear in its grip, something sharp and long. [i]Natives...gonna have to keep moving…[/i] It was easier said than done. She picked up the slug and kept moving, but it was like trying to walk with a weight around her legs. She was getting tired quickly, and she was still sore and aching from the way that the slug had stolen away her age. The constant orgasms during the process hadn’t helped, either. She stumbled and almost fell twice, and took almost a minute to get from one side of the ruins to the other. Just as she was about to take the path that led down from the fountain towards the rest of the jungle below, the shadow in the trees took a flying leap. She whipped her head around, and stared as a black-furred feline leaped from one handhold to another on the cliff, jumping down from the forest and landing on his feet only a few hundred feet away from her. “Oh, no…” He looked up at her, and smirked, slowly pulling his loincloth to the side as he stared at her. His cock was already sliding free of his sheath, getting bigger and bigger. And from what she could tell, he was a great deal bigger than she was, even if she compared him to how tall she was as an adult. Knowing she wasn’t going to get away, she ran as fast as she could anyway. Even if she couldn’t get away, she could make him use up his energy, make it so that maybe, maybe, he was too tired to fuck her more than once. She ran forward, not fighting it when she fell down and even tucking her arms and legs in so that she could keep rolling. He had to be right behind her, rushing after her with that spear and that growing cock. [i]Please be one of those guys that gets clumsy when he’s hard, please, please, please,[/i] she thought, whimpering as she took bruise after bruise as she rolled down the hill. She could hear footsteps, but from which direction, she couldn’t tell. All she knew was that she was still moving forward, and he wasn’t fucking her yet. She was slowing down, and Vicki knew that she had to get moving again. Throwing out one arm to stop her momentum, she dragged herself to her feet - “Stop.” It wasn’t english that the panther spoke, but she understood it. The spear at her throat helped emphasize his command, too. She looked past it, up at him, and down again, and slowly dropped the slug beside her. He chuckled, looking her over before pulling the spear back. Rather than letting her go, he shoved one hand between her legs, feeling up inside of her before he pressed against a barrier that even she could feel. [i]It grew back. Great. This is going to hurt even more than I thought.[/i] “On all fours.” She nodded, slowly getting down on all fours as he asked, shuddering slightly as the slug flattened out over her pussy. The cat looked down at her, walking around her until he was out of sight. She felt him grab hold of her tail, holding it still, and for an instant, she wondered if he was going to chop it off. Then she felt him stick a finger around the slug in her ass, and she bit her lip, holding back a pained groan as her ass was stretched even further. He wriggled his hand around, then she felt something slimy, horrible oozing out of the slug and into her hole. He pulled back, and a wet, slimy thud filled the air. A glance over to her right revealed the parasite, with a hole ripped by a claw into its side, near the head. [i]Ugh...I have slug guts in there now...oh gods, that’s going to feel weird coming out.[/i] He wasn’t done. She could feel his cock grinding against her sex, and knew what he expected. All the tribals were the same in this regard; they find a pretty girl, an outsider, and they wanted something like this. Sometimes they got dinner and a ritual first, sometimes they were killed and then fucked and then eaten, but the fucking always happened eventually. He pulled her back, holding her tail up and over to the side, and she clenched her fingers into the ground, taking deep breaths. [i]Okay, okay. He’s going to fuck you. You’ve had this done before. It’s going to hurt, but not as much as when your uncle did it way back -[/i] “AGH!” He was in so fast, ripping through her hymen and stripping her of her virginity all over again. She bit her lips, trying not to scream, but he was fucking her so fast right from the start that she was only succeeding in bloodying her lips as little whimpers and cries escaped anyway. His barbs raked over her inner walls, ripping her apart. Not cutting her, but forcing her apart in ways that this age wasn’t meant to take. [i]Damnit...uncle was never this big…[/i] She hissed every time that he slammed in, her previous orgasms lubing his process as he worked his way back and forth, in and out, opening her little slit up with every thrust. His balls slapped into her hard, making a clapping sound against her clit every time that he sheathed himself, and it made her splash a little inside from all the leftover juices from what the slug made her do. When she thought she was bleeding, there was no stopping, no sympathy from the feline, just a faster, harder thrusting. His claws dug into her hips, keeping her in place as he rutted her, filled her, took her. Her head fell to the ground, her eyes wet with tears as he pounded into her, leaving her breathless, almost like that huge dick was pounding all the way up to her lungs and kicking the air out of her. He growled, sometimes, talking about how he’d make her his little slut, how she’d be a good little cockwarmer in the village. She wasn’t sure how serious he was, how long she could live if she was put through something like that. [i]As long as I have to,[/i] she told herself, but she wasn’t sure that she believed it. In and out, in and out, his cock throbbing and oozing constantly. She wished she had the courage to reach out and grab a rock, to do something to fight him, but she was so much smaller now. If she fought, he could overpower her easily, and then could do worse. She groaned, biting her lips and whimpering in pain and bloody agony as he worked his cock deeper, further into her, slamming in up to the hilt with every single thrust. He was starting to lose control, getting irregular, and she knew he was on the edge. He pulled her back, using her hips like handlebars to drag her along his cock, and she tried to pretend to enjoy it. Tried. Her moans were shaky and tear-filled, and she didn’t know how well it worked, but it was the best she could do. Finally, he came in her, filling her with salty, painful cum that burned against the tears inside of her. She slumped forward as he pulled out, feeling him spurting over her ass and covering her from tail to the back of her knees. Everything felt slimy and slippery back there now, rather than just her ass. He picked her up, and she shivered as he put her over his shoulder. “Heh, you’ll make a good toy. Let’s get you back home before someone else claims you.” [i]This is not good...this is beyond not good,[/i] she thought. [i]If I’m not back at the boat in three days…I’ll just have to be. I’m NOT getting stuck here.[/i] [b][u][center]The End[/center][/u][/b]