Forbidden Fur is a female-driven, nature loving fantasy series exploring the taboo limits of sensuality and desire, in exotic locations.
Future books will introduce a growing cast of sensual characters and erotic situations, all with an exotic nature-loving theme. Join Alice and Tamara's quest to understand their unnatural lusts and enter a world filled with your most primal fantasies and taboos, but only if you are brave enough! Once you encounter Forbidden Fur, there is no going back...
Novo Brazilia, Six Months Ago
Alice sat in the control tower of the Facility’s airdrome, scanning the distant horizon. Behind her, to the west, the sun was lowering in the sky. The regular sounds of a Novo-Brazilian jungle day were transitioning into night and even through the sound-proof glass, the fresh cacophony of noise was audible.
A small dot appeared in the sky to the north east. Tamara was right on time. As it grew nearer, the private jet banked to gradually align with the runway. The low sunlight winked from its wing as it descended for the return landing.
The speakers crackled. "It’s getting late here, do you still need me, boss?", Rebecca's voice came strongly over the connection.
Alice bent towards the microphone. "Yes, stay on the line. If half of what you just told me is true, then I'm heading to Greece, but I'd like the rest of the team to hear it directly from you. Tamara is landing now, so we should be ready in ten."
"No problem. Standing by."
Alice flicked a few switches and spoke again into the microphone before her. "All hands, please report to the Meeting Room." She flicked off the mic, checked her reflection in the glass and headed downstairs herself.
Minutes later, everyone had gathered in the Meeting Room. Generally, it was a break room, but as it came with the largest TV screen in the building it also doubled as their cinema and meeting place. With Becka being away in Greece, Lupe being who knew where and Tamara just flying in, 'All hands' in reality translated into…Kat. The big Russian radiated boredom, but to be fair, she nearly always did.
"I suppose you’re wondering what this is about, Kat,” Alice said, perching her rear on the edge of a table. “Miss Knight is currently investigating reports of increased orgone levels on Kofos, one of the Aegean islands. These types of readings have previously only been found in one other place on the planet."
"Here?" asked Kat.
"Spot on," replied Alice, "Now, also the reports spoke of a dark and terrifying creature."
"Lupe?" asked Kat.
Alice shot the Russian a look. Kat was smart enough to shut up. "Some kind of flaming horse that is terrorizing local villages and their womenfolk. I sent Rebecca over to see what she could uncover and she’s on the line now."
Alice flicked on the desktop microphone and speakers. Rebecca’s face appeared slightly pixelated on the screen behind. "Lady Midnight, can you hear us?"
"Receiving you loud and clear, Valkyrie."
"Can you fill us in please?"
Becka's voice crackled slightly over the speakers. "Naturally. You're not going to believe this, but I've spoken to a couple of the village locals. They both witnessed a large, black equine creature running through the streets. They also swear that it had a horn on."
"You mean that this horse was, physically aroused?"
"No, I mean that this horse actually had a horn. On its head."
"What are you saying?"
"They're saying that this thing was, well, I guess it is, a unicorn."
Kat covered the mic and faced Alice. Her face did 'incredulous' very well, "I think the sexy yoga, it turn her mind to mush."
Alice batted the Russian’s hand away from the mic, "Are you sure?" asked Alice.
"They say that it has appeared twice during the night in the past week. In each case, an eighteen year old girl has been the target, both of whom were prominently involved in the local Catholic church. I’ve managed to persuade one of them to talk to us."
"We may be in trouble then," Alice replied. "Are you saying that we need to find a virgin in order to get close to it?"
"It does seem to target virtuous young ladies, boss."
Alice performed a rapid mental stock-take. Kat, Rebecca, herself. No deal. She had seen the others ‘in action’, as it were, usually while whole-heartedly engaging in similar actions herself. She was a long way off from being a virgin, she noted ruefully, a long, long way off, both in time elapsed and in the number of, heh, incidents.
Tamara entered the Meeting Room, still wearing her flight uniform. She glanced around, smiling brightly, "Howdy, y’all."
Alice grinned, "Tamara! Perfect timing!"
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Alice sat behind Tamara as she piloted the jet, with Kat sitting to Alice's right.
"Now, let me get this arrow straight," Tamara spoke ahead, focused on her instrumentation. She sounded pissed, "You want me to act as bait for a super horny, supernatural horse?"
"You are the best qualified here," replied Alice, "the rest of us are not exactly in ‘mint condition’, so to speak."
"This is nonsense," replied Tamara, "We've only got Lady Midnight's word to go on and she's probably inhaled way too many patchouli fumes."
"That what I say," added Kat.
"Both of you listen. She's reporting stratospheric orgone levels around this village, which is also the reason why we're here in Novo Brazilia."
"Does anyone actually know what 'orgone' is?" asked Tamara.
Alice was nonplussed. "Not really, but I know myself and I know when something is making me horny. Now, something out here around the mountain is making everyone and everything constantly horny. Can we agree on that at least?"
Kat and Tamara nodded.
"Now, imagine if we can find the cause of it. Imagine, if we could help loveless couples rediscover their lost desires. Imagine how many wars we could stop if we can help love conquer all, how much happiness we could spread. More importantly, imagine how much people will pay for this! And so, if we can investigate this incident, we might find a clue to help us understand what's happening around our base, because we've all just agreed that something is definitely up."
"Da, horse-cock," grunted Kat. Alice shot her bodyguard a warning look, "As usual, Miss Igonova, not helping."
Tamara's gaze stayed locked on the horizon, "Say I do this. You'll protect me?"
Alice nodded, "Trust me dear, we'll step in and capture any nasty creatures before things get ugly."
Kat patted at her shoulder holster, "Enough tranqs in here to stop horny Russian bear."
"And how would you know that?" questioned Tamara.
"Field tested," Kat shot back, shrugging, "when it attacked me, I wasn't in mood."
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Half a day later they approached Kofos International airport. From above, the island appeared to be a fertile green gem set amid the sparkling Aegean sea. Tamara guided them to a smooth landing and once formalities had been completed, they hopped into a private taxi.
Lady Midnight had indicated that she would be sitting on the terrace of ‘Aenaon’, a high-class taverna with a panoramic view of the crystal blue waters. Tamara spotted her first. Becka was dressed for the climate, in a purple halter top, cut-off shorts, massive sun-glasses and a stylish wide-brimmed straw hat.
A young blond girl dressed in a local style was already seated at Becka's table, whom Tamara didn't recognize. She assumed the girl was a local Greek maiden; she wore her hair scraped back into a pony-tail and was dressed in an uncomplicated white blouse, cream shorts and leather anklet boots.
Rebecca acknowledged the party with her wine glass as they approached and indicated them to take a seat. Tamara wondered how many glasses she was up to.
She took a seat next to the blond stranger, who gave a nod. The local girl had striking blue eyes and an expressive face, although her red-painted lips seemed to be framed in a permanent pout. Tamara wasn’t sure if this was meant to be sexy or just a warning not to mess with her.
Kat sat alongside Tamara, then Alice and Becka. Becka smiled as they sat, “I didn’t realize you were bringing the whole crew. Who’s looking after the Facility?”
“Lupe,” Tamara answered. Becka smiled in recognition, “I’m sure she’ll have enough to keep her hands full.”
“And the rest of her,” Tamara couldn’t help answering, noting that Idalia was listening patiently to the conversation.
Becka nodded, “She doesn’t say much does she? But that’s because her mouth is usually occupied.”
Alice smirked, “Impressive report, it sounds like I don’t have anything to worry about.”
Becka raised an eyebrow, “She’s been invaluable in keeping the Menagerie under control, but let’s just say that you have to see her to believe her. She can be very- accommodating.”
“Indeed? Then I really must pay her a visit soon.”
Tamara noticed that the stranger was smiling in bafflement at the direction of the discussion. “Hi Sugar!” Tamara smiled at the blond but addressed Becka, “Maybe you can introduce us?”
Becka blushed, "Of course, where are my manners? Ladies, can I introduce you to Miss Idalia Galanis. She's an eyewitness to the recent issues."
A waiter bustled over. He nodded familiarly to Idalia and then approached Becka to take the orders from the table. “Retsina all round,” Becka ordered, “On ice.” The man bowed slightly and withdrew to the bar.
“You already have him well-trained I see,” Alice raised her eyebrow in question at the young girl, "So you must work here, Idalia?”
“I sure do, I’m waiting tables. Well, for this summer anyway. The money is good and the customers come from all over. It’s fun!”
“So, lately I hear that there have been stories of a giant black horse."
The blond nodded, “It’s way more than just a story, Miss.”
"How big was it?"
The girl held her hands about 2 feet apart.
"That's a pretty tiny horse?"
Idalia blushed, "My apologies, I thought you spoke only of the creature's member."
Becka grinned, "From what Idalia's told me, it was a very close encounter, of the furred kind." Tamara winced, both at the pun and at the thought of poor Idalia.
"So you, er, saw it all?" spoke Alice.
"Oh yes," the girl nodded, "although it was quite dark at the time."
"And you're sure that it wasn't just a wild horse? It might not have had a horn?"
Idalia leaned over to Alice, "Let me ask you a question. Does horse have wings?"
"Wings?"
Kat leaned forward, "I gotta see this thing."
“That can be arranged,” replied Idalia, “We’ll need to be ready for sundown but I know just how to bring it running.”
“Sugar cubes?” asked Tamara.
“You joke, but this thing certainly has specific tastes,” Idalia spoke as she pushed her chair back, "Excuse me a moment, I need to pee." She put down her glass and wandered into the taverna.
Kat watched Idalia leave and wrinkled her nose in thought, "I like her. She talks straight. Like me."
Tamara leaned over the table to whisper to Becka, "Who is this girl?"
"Cute, huh? I think she has something to do with this unicorn appearing, but I’m not sure how. I sense that she dabbles in the magickal arts and as for her orgone ratings, well they nearly broke my meter. My nipples were like bottle corks almost as soon as we were introduced."
"Hold on! Your orgone meter is, just, your little ole nipples!?" Tamara exclaimed.
Bec casually took another sip of wine, "Hey, it works for me," she drawled.
The waiter returned, handing a glass of milky white liquor to each of the guests. Alice took a hearty swig of hers before fixing Becka with a piercing look, "Enough with the ‘hunches’ and the ‘senses’, have you seen any physical evidence?"
"I've seen a burnt house, apparently the fire started last night when this 'creature' galloped past. The girl has shown me some torn clothing, again, ripped by the 'creature'.”
"So the answer is ‘no’ then. How do we even know if this thing is real?" asked Alice, exasperated.
"I trust Idalia, but I guess we'll find out for sure tonight," smiled Becka, raising her glass, "Right, Tamara?"
Tamara took a deep breath, reached for her glass and drained it dry in one gulp.
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Dusk was falling as Idalia led the group into a natural amphitheater, a sunken grassy bowl surrounded by lemon trees. The group walked further out into the open space, both cautious and curious as they left behind the comforting cover of the trees. Becka carried a weighty looking leather saddle, slung over her shoulder, as if confident that she could tame any beast that came their way.
At the center was a recumbent flat stone, possibly a natural altar or place of worship. One side of the arena was cut off by a steep rocky cliff face, within which was a dark crack. It looked big enough to enter on foot, but it led who knew where?
Tamara shivered as she walked cautiously into the exposed bowl. She could see plenty of hiding places that anyone or anything could be watching them from.
"It was here," Idalia indicated the clearing.
"And where were you?" asked Alice.
Idalia indicated the rock. "I was just lying here."
Alice studied the local girl curiously. "Right. And you usually just lie about on a rocky slab in the middle of the night, waiting for a mythical creature to appear?"
Idalia shook her head, "It is complicated."
"Try us, honey" smiled Tamara, eager to learn more about the situation while desperately hoping that Idalia would turn out to be a crazy person. She didn't have to be fully bat-shit insane, but some minor loopiness might be enough to get her out of playing bait.
Idalia nodded, "Here goes then. This place is known as "Aphrodite's Womb", our legends tell of this being a place of worship back in the time of the old Gods. They say that anyone who has a 'spiritual moment' on her altar, shall shortly afterward meet the love of their life."
Alice nodded, "So you were fiddling with yourself in the dark on a magic stone. Got it. And when did you notice the creature?"
"I heard a noise and froze. I could hear breathing of a large creature nearby but I could see nothing. Then I felt something rough and warm between my thighs. This ‘thing’ was licking me. I could see an ivory spire framed against the moon, attached to a head. A dark stallion's head," Idalia shuddered in remembrance. "It was…magnificent."
Rebecca stepped in, "And then you, um, made love to this creature?"
“What kind of girl do you think I am?” Idalia shook her head indignantly, “I give him a blow-job. That also was, magnificent."
"Interesting," mused Becka, "so maybe the creature was attracted to your scent when you were lying out on the rock. Can I ask, Miss Galanis, whether you are a virgin?"
The younger girl huffed angrily, "Naturally, I am pure woman."
Alice stepped in, "And afterward? What happened then?"
Idalia shook her head, "It still was not satisfied, it wanted to do more with me. I ran. It chased me, but I lost it in the woods. Later on, I see fire on the horizon. Mrs Zanopolis, she say the creature gallop though the village, snorting flames.” She looked glum, “The village lose three houses, all because I pray for a sexy boy-friend."
"It sounds like we need to find a way to stop this thing", Becka said, eyeing Tamara, "now that we know what you need to do to attract it."
Tamara backed off, "You want me to lie over there and then- Oh no. This thing sounds highly dangerous."
"We'll be here watching."
"And that's supposed to make me feel better?"
Becka looked to Alice for support. Alice nodded, "We have come all this way to study it and possibly capture it if we can."
Kat hefted her dart gun, "If it gets frisky, I will shoot."
"I'm worried about it shooting first, so you'd better be quick," Tamara replied, dryly.
The light was fading. Alice indicated a nearby thicket. "We'll conceal ourselves in here." To Kat, "Reckon you'd be within range?"
Kat nodded, "Easy."
Alice indicated the stone to Tamara, "You go and get comfortable over there. I have an idea what you can think about." She leaned in to Tamara and whispered into her ear. The freckled pilot blushed and nodded, "Okay," she replied, "Wish me luck."
Alice planted a firm kiss on her cheek, "Good luck."
Tamara pasted on a confident smile and strode over to the stone dais as the others found positions amid the undergrowth.
The outline of the stone grew as she neared. The flattish surface was around the height of her thighs, and she carefully eased her butt down to sit upon it. It was warmer than she'd expected, the residual heat of the day's sun, she supposed.
As she settled on to it, she realized that it had a concave dip in the middle and was coated in a thick layer of moss that supported her. All in all it was pretty comfortable, as least, as far as solid rock went. A noticeable bump rose up from the stone between her thighs, curving upward and outward like a rounded phallus.
She laid back, eyes searching the night air above. There was a crescent moon that gave some light, but the sky here was so clear that she could see countless stars dotting the heavens. It was so pretty, she could almost fall asleep. The breeze rustling gently through surrounding tree branches was like a softly murmuring lover. Her eyes felt heavy and she closed her lids for a second.
A bush nearby coughed. Tamara jolted awake again. That's right, there was work to be done! She wasn't sure how long she'd been out, but it was definitely darker than before. Hopefully her colleagues nearby could now see enough of her, but not too much.
A light breeze caressed her face. It had been some time since she had been naked outdoors, in fact the previous time had been after the plane crash that had led her this far. She felt so much more sexually awake since that time, aware both of her own needs and the desires of the others in her party.
Tamara reached up her right hand to caress across her cheek, moving it down to her neck. She teased her own breast with her finger-tips, feeling her nipple harden. Yes. Her left hand joined in, massaging both of her soft breasts under her blouse.
She reached around and unclipped her bra, sliding the straps down her arms, but keeping her blouse in place. Her pert nipples poked into the soft silk of her shirt and she used the sleek material to further buff against them, until they were straining up to the twinkling heavens.
The Aviatrix experienced the familiar feeling of her lust rising within. The thought of her friends nearby in the darkness, watching and waiting, excited her much more than she had imagined it would. She wondered if anyone else was lurking out there, watching her from the darkness. Maybe she was turning into an exhibitionist as well as a voyeur.
Tamara grabbed the front and back of her thong, pulling the material back and forth, up and down, so that it bit into her puffy peach, teasing herself all the while.
It felt so good. She knew how wet she was inside, so it was time to expose herself to the elements. She yanked the indigo rubber thong down and off, allowing her to spread her generous thighs wider.
The cool zephyr breathed against her internal heat. Tamara shuffled down a little, feeling the solid rock pressing into her labia. It was angled in such a way that she could slide onto the stone shaft a short way, at which point her clit would bump up against the rocky base.
Her thighs began to work almost involuntarily and a low moan escaped her. A giggle came from the bushes, which pulled her back into the real world. “Quit being’ ugly,” Tamara hissed, stripping off her blouse and skirt to be fully naked, or ‘skyclad’ as Becka would have it.
Tamara paused again for a second, remembering why she was here. She strained her eyes to scan the area around her. Not a stir. She focused on the crack in the cliff-face, but there was no movement there either. She shivered. Idalia's tale was pretty unbelievable, but what exactly would they find here? She hoped against hope that it would be a wild goose chase. Or in this case, a wild unicorn chase.
She closed her eyes and began riding Aphrodite's stone once more. The residual warmth of the sun was now warming her from the inside. She imagined how many other young girls had pleasured themselves in exactly this way across the past millennia. No wonder this rock phallus was worn so smooth.
The heated stone almost felt alive. She imagined a hunky guy lying beneath her, muscled with strong arms, sparkling brown eyes and tousled dark hair. His cock was rock-hard and he cupped her breasts from behind, as he slid inside to fill her waiting cargo bay.
Tamara held her own breasts as she imagined the encounter, her breathing increasing as she felt her passion rising inside of her. She could feel his body under hers, his powerful muscles, his furry chest, his wagging tail. Wait! What? Tail?
Her fantasy guy had somehow morphed into Tiny, the familiar wolf whelp that she had met initially in the Cave of the Wolves. She felt an illicit thrill ripple through her body. What if she was to ride atop Tiny? How would he feel inside of her?
The wolf had certainly continued to be friendly to her, offering her a friendly lick when his pack visited the Facility with Lupe. The last time she'd seen him, she had almost been tempted to recreate that time in the cave. She vowed to herself that if she ever got the wolf alone, she would see if her unnatural feelings of affection were reciprocated.
Aviatrix rode on Aphrodite's stone, feeling the short phallus pressing into her. It felt so good, as she closed her eyes, imagining Tiny lying beneath her. Her pussy bumped against the hard rock base and she fantasized that this was the wolf's hot, red knot, pressing up against her plump labia, desiring to be one with her, to tie them together in lust and in love.
Back in Jacksonville, over a very awkward conversation, Tamara had once assured her god-fearing momma that she’d ‘save herself’ for her future husband. She’d always meant it too, and over the years her virginity had become a mystical, sacred thing that grew in worth the longer it persisted. No-one she’d ever met had come close to toppling that vow and yet here she was contemplating just giving it away to a feral creature! A randy young wolf!
She groaned, her voice sounded loud in the darkness as her waves of lust rose and fell in time with her hips. If nothing else, maybe she would meet her true love after this experience, if Idalia spoke the truth. She bounced faster, eager for release but also keen to get this experience over with. There was no sign of any creature and her body had fully relaxed now, knowing that this whole trip was barking up the wrong tree. A familiar pressure had built up inside her loins, the stone dildo was slick with her juices and slipped easily in and out of her now. She pinched lightly at her nipples with one hand, steadying herself with the other. Not long to go.
The pressure grew, like a rising tide behind a dam. She longed for it to burst, like Tiny's cock would, jetting forth with his hot wolf semen into her expectant warmth. It was so wrong, but she couldn't help thinking about it. It was so dirty, but she wanted it, she needed to feel his love spurting into her juicy cave.
"Oh, my Lord," she gasped, reaching her other hand up to squeeze at her aching breasts. She lost her footing slightly on the damp moss and slipped down hard onto the rigid stone cock, so that it jammed into her, bumping against her throbbing clit. That was enough to break the dam. An intense wave of pleasure burst forth and Tamara gasped and moaned her love to the exposed heavens above her.
There was a stunned silence from the bushes; no-one was joking any more after that display of sheer, untamed lust. Tamara lay back on her soft mossy bed, her body tingling. Looking up at the eternal stars above her, she felt so alive but as if she was falling upward. She was in a place somewhere between Earth and the heavens, momentarily suspended outside of any earthly concerns.