The following text was written inside the journal of an unnamed Rosebutan Ambassador to the kingdom of /nenmen/ circa 13XX. This is a copy of the original work. The original inscription of the journal is kept inside the Overseer Council's Library for archival purposes.
This writing contains text of an explicit nature, it is advised to take note of the NSFW warning when it appears further in the story.
Entry One
When I was told I was to be ambassador to a foreign nation, I was confused as to why I would be given this form of punishment for no apparent reason. Why would I, a beloved Overseer and council member, be dismissed from my position and sent so far from home? There was an anger that simmered inside me, it was completely unfair. I had slammed my fists against the wall of my room until my knuckles ran green. I am currently writing on the cart leading towards the northeastern exit of Enfer. As I now leave my great home, the pinnacle of all that is grown, that feeling of bitterness continues to dwell deep within. I have been well educated on the communications of those animalistic things. The uncultured, filthy, and vile machinations of the Redblooded. Words cannot accurately describe the pure vitriol that bubbles and broils inside my heart when my mind is burdened by the thought of these creatures we call our "allies".
The ego and audacity of these Humans to walk upon the earth so graced by the Lovedaughter without even a whisper of reverence sickens me to my core. They are uncivilized, their minds so aroused by the thought of war and greed, and wildly brutish in nature. If I had been born into the role of Grand Overseer, I have no doubt that I would announce a mass exodus of Man from this world. All those classes have taught me only to further despise those I must deal with. I sit here listening to the tracks continue as two Boars crank furiously to make the cart rush forward. Of course I would normally be assisting them, but I am preoccupied with my writing here. Words continue to fail me as I write nonsensical fluff to assist in the jogging of my lexicon.
The further I go down this line of thinking, the more I realize that my position must truly be one of punishment. I am a very well respected Overseer, though my views are opposed by some. The Council in recent years, ever since the personal introduction of the fur tailed beasts, has become heavily divided on what to do for our nation. There is a budding faction which believes we should open up more to the world and begin our age of exploration and diplomacy. This faction thinks that our fate lies in the alliance of us with other nations. To kill them with kindness, as it were. A very passive approach to what would otherwise be a bloodied and violent path.
I do not find myself subscribed to these ideals. I know that it is best to continue with the old ways, to live as we always have. There has been minimal impact so far, isolationism is still a viable option. These outside influences will do nothing but ruin us, drag us down into a mess which we are no part of. The lack of foresight and division of our once great Council frustrates me. This new generation of Overseers has done nothing but taint the politics and laws we have so carefully preserved for centuries.
However, I have just come to a revelation. Perhaps I can use this opportunity to better convince others. If I come back and explain to them the grotesque nature of these Redblooded things as first hand account, my words will hold immeasurable weight. Those looking to punish me for my way of thinking will find themselves looking like complete and utter fools.
Entry Two
I have found that this land is as repulsive as I could have imagined from a nation of animals. They have split themselves into ten tribes of belief, each truly worse than the last. They are hardly unified, shambling around each other in some kind of flimsy alliance. Although I acted as cordial as required when meeting the representatives of each nation, I could not help the bile which rose in my throat every time I had to come into direct contact with one. There is little positive I can speak of them, nearly every group of these rancid beasts has something grievously horrid about it. My distaste of these things taint my perception, perhaps, but as a Boar of status like I am my perception is typically the correct one.
From the annoying, incessant creatures that are referred to as Quilldren to the freakish Comfydants... I find them all insufferable. At time I found myself being gawked at as if I were something of a spectacle, the stares as I passed by them were peculiar to say the least. I can hardly read the expressions on these Humans, but as time goes on I believe I have gained enough of a grasp to understand the basics. The only time I use my native tongue is in the privacy of my embassy quarters. More often than not I am forced to communicate in the blunt and crude language of Man. Such a restrictive language drives me mad sometimes. To think words like Fork are meant to simply describe the whole of Fork-kind, rather than incorporating the much more eloquent naming scheme for dining utensils used by the Rosebutan language. Their language is purely vocal as well, although I can smell hints of their emotion on them at times.
But... While I have many personal gripes about this land, it behooves me to admit that I cannot find any substantial fault in this nation beyond these little matters of mine. The people are very polite up front and have no issue providing me with the amenities that I require. Were it another Rosebuta, I have no doubt that this place would be seen as pleasant and a positive example of another nation. This cannot stand. I have heard rumors on the wind of a cult that resides in an outskirt village. Truthfully I am not one for putting myself into the den of danger, but desperate times will call for immediate measures. I have arranged a visit to this village after some convincing. It took effort not to snort at their feeble warnings, I dismissed them without a worry. Tomorrow morning I will be off, tonight I rest in the bedding of /nenmen/.
Entry Three
I find myself with some mixed feelings on the village which I have visited. Upon arrival I was left alone and told that the ride which I came upon would return after a set amount of time. The first thing that struck me as odd was the smell of pure, unmitigated lust that permeated like a thick fog. Typically, despite the efforts of those involved, it is child's play to smell the scent of pheromones on the air even behind closed doors. But that was always relegated to that of a room or a house. For the whole village to have smelled that way... Well, the thought made me shudder.
Many of the residents were welcoming and fascinated by my appearance. They all appeared to be that of Kindred, though I noted that a good majority of the women walked with expanded stomachs. I was informed, after a incorrect guess, that this was a sign of childbearing. The Kindred I spoke to was a very nice woman with a very matronly figure. While she was not pregnant, her body had a fullness about it that was pleasing to the eye. Her hips were wide with large thighs that seemed to jiggle ever so slightly when she walked. Her face was soft and slightly droopy, a motherly look to her eyes. Black hair laid gently down her head, ending at the center of her back and giving off an illustrious sheen. She stood at what I would say is the height of around 19 Standard Stones (Note: 1 Rosebutan Standard Stone, sometimes abbreviated to ss, is roughly equal to 9 cm/3.5 inches). What had truly caught my eyes, however, was the size of her chest. Female Humans notably have sacks of flesh attached to their chest area that seems to release milk when with children. Most held modest sizes, that did not seem to interfere with much at all. This Kindred was different. Her breasts seemed to cause the fabric of her clothing to struggle and strain in an attempt to hold them inside. They seemed to shake with every step and they bounced with every laugh. It was mesmerizing, I had never seen such attributes before.
She made for a good host and was happy to show me around her home. Her skills in conversation came as a shock to me, easily able to keep up with whatever I was saying. The only time I caught her off guard was speaking about my people. Something about the mention of how the average female is inseminated with 20-30 seeds caused a spark in her eyes. She was quick to finish the tour after that and didn't speak further about that topic. After it was done, I thanked her for her time. There was a bit of a struggle as she tried to reach my ear, the height difference between her and I was too great as I stood at an impressive 26.5 ss. I crouched down for her to speak to me and she told me politely that she would have a gift prepared for me should I visit again tomorrow.
My ride subsequently arrived and I left to return to where I was staying. I have been debating whether or not to make plans to arrive there tomorrow as well. While this may be my chance to use the Cult as leverage against the council, I fear that this gift may be malicious in nature. Is the cause that I believe in worth the risk of losing my life? I will make my decision by tomorrow morning.
Here is your NSFW warning for the text ahead. You are not allowed to complain about explicit content from this point onwards.
Entry Four
Whatever I may have thought this gift could have been, I was ill prepared for what it actually was.
Upon arriving at the village, the same woman was waiting for me. She took my hand and told me to come with her for the gift. We chatted about this and that for a small time, but by the look of her face something else was clearly on her mind. There was a feeling that something was wrong when I found myself brought into a building she identified as her home. I was instructed to wait in what appeared to be a dining area until she announced that the gift was ready. So I waited. When she told me to enter the room she had gone into, I was dumbfounded by what was inside.
She was laid down facing me on a large bed in what appeared to be an area for sleeping. The curtains had been closed, leaving only candle light to illuminate the room. The scent of an aphrodisiac was thick in the air, wafting up from the candles. The woman's body was completely bare, open for me to see in all its splendor. With everything exposed to me, I had the chance to drink in her appearance further. The plushness of her body seemed to give her beautiful curves that pulled you in and begged you to grab a hold of them. Her upper legs were thick and soft, freshly shaven like almost every piece of her. The only hair remaining on her person, besides her head, was a lightly trimmed bush where her vulva was located.
One of her arms was planted on the bed, but another was holding up the weight of her breasts. Despite this, they seemed to spill over her arm and tremble slightly with every breath she took. Her areolas were wide and pink, the nipples erect and round. Her knees were pulled in, with her legs slightly agape. The front of her long black hair fell around the sides of her chest. I could smell that scent of raw lust coming off of her, very similar to that of the other buildings. Her face was flushed and when I looked into her eyes I found them yearning. Her mouth was slightly open as she whispered for me to come closer.
I did so, finding myself removing my clothing and locking the door. What happened after was what felt like a daze that I can strongly remember. I walked up, my genitals coming out as the pheromones invaded my mind. I stood right at the edge of the bed, my member nearly touching her. The look on her face turned into one of momentary shock at the size of erection. While it was admittedly on the smaller end compared to most, she told me that even then it was far larger than anything she had taken in the past. It gave me a bit more confidence as I then began to have my way with her.
I had begun by touching her skin and experiencing its softness. I wanted to feel every inch of her erotic body. I took one of her legs and laid it out for myself as she obeyed without complaint. My hands started at the calves, the clawed tips of my fingers rubbing gently against her leg in contrast to the roughness of the skin on my hand. From there I went up to her thighs, plump and begging. My hands sunk into them slightly as I moved around the region, eliciting a soft whimper from her as I slid into the inner part of her thigh. To test her, I gave a small squeeze with one of my hands. I felt it as her body shivered at the contact, looking up at her to again be met with a look of unfiltered arousal.
My hands glided up to her hips and stomach, feeling her body squish in my fingers. I brought my face down onto her stomach, kissing it in multiple areas. This seemed to get a few giggles out of her, which I took as a reward. When I finally reached her chest with my hands, I took the time to get a feel for her abundance. The softness was unmatched as I kneaded them with my hands. I gave her nipples a light press against my fingertips, making her let out a low moan in response. In a bit of an aroused daze, I let go of her breasts and began nuzzling my nose against hers. I push my mouth up against hers, underestimating the lushness of her lips as the nearly overtake me without even trying. My determination shined for a moment as I push myself onto her and down completely on the bed. I lock my lips against hers and engage in a passionate fight of tongues. I hold her wrists above her head as I press her further.
My eventual victory gives me free rein to feel the inside of her mouth, something I do as my hands let go of her wrists. I wrap her body in an embrace and squeeze our bodies as close as possible to each other, my erection raging against her vulva as I slowly grind it back and forth. We continue like this for several minutes, gently rubbing and kissing. Then just when I pull my hips back and position myself to enter her, she smirks and flips me onto my back with a sudden show of strength. While I'm confused for a moment, she slides down to the edge of the bed and puts her face right up against my crotch.
Her hot breath hit the underside of the head, sending bolts of lust up my body. The Kindred's fingers slowly wrapped around the bottom of my dick, a momentary pause as she realizes that one hand won't be enough. Another placed itself above her first hand as she started to lift them up and down. The feeling could only be described as immaculate. Her lips began to kiss the glans of my member while her hands worked slow and steady. The combined sensation made beads of precum form at the tip of the head, which she used her tongue to lick off. The wetness and texture of her tongue would have brought me to orgasm right there if I had not used my pure willpower to force it down. Instead more precum began to leak out, which she lapped up without hesitation.
After about a minute of what felt like the most pleasurable of torture, she removed her other hand from my erection, causing me to let out a frankly embarrassing groan of displeasure. But her hands pulled my legs closer to the edge of the bed as her breasts fell upon my waist. Even with the size of them, my head poked out from the enormous mounds. With one hand on each tit, she began to raise and lower them with my member squished firmly between. Her lips closed around what stuck out from her chest and she started sucking with great enthusiasm. I felt her tongue wrap around it like a snake, making me grip the sheets of the bed from stimulation. My body was slick with sweat when I felt myself reaching a climax I couldn't stop. I lurched forward and grabbed the sides of her head as I shot my load into her mouth. She waited until I was done, then parted her face from me. She looked up at me and opened her mouth, letting her tongue fall out and reveal how absolutely coated in semen it was. Her tongue rolled up back into her mouth and I watched her swallow it all down.
My erection began to go soft, but she pulled back to let her breasts fall and then pressed her nose against my sack. I felt her inhale deeply, my now softer penis draped against the top of her head. There was a sharp sensation that ran through my body as a tongue began to roll around a testicle. She was licking and sucking on my sack as one of her hands quickly rubbed my shaft. This continued until my erection was fully restored, in which the Kindred retreated fully from my genitals and resolved to climb back onto the bed. She stood up on the bed over my waist, reaching down to position my member up against her entrance. She closed her eyes a moment and took a deep breath, before slowly descending on me.
She managed to make it about halfway down before my mind snapped, grabbing her hips and forcing her down. It came as a great shock as she physically took the entirety of my length, although the volume of the noise she let out indicated that wasn't the case mentally. I turned her over quickly, placing myself on top as I began making deep thrusts into her. All she could do was claw at my back in response to the pounding. My body became no better than an animal in heat, manically fucking the Kindred. I lost care for her well being as each thrust broke her down further.
The noises we made after that point were no longer that of intelligent, thinking creatures. We had both become beasts, violently mating. I bit down on her shoulder as my hips crashed into hers with such voracity, just hard enough to draw a little blood. My claws imbedded themselves into her back and draw flecks of blood as pain and pleasure melded together. Her moans were deep and extremely audible as her mouth hung open slackly. As I reached my second climax, I again pressed myself hard against her. Her legs were high in the air as I plunged myself as deep inside as I could go. My body shuddered as ropes upon ropes of cum shot into her womb, losing feeling in my legs as I go limp against her momentarily. She is already long gone mentally as I lay there on top of her.
It takes some time, long after I've gone soft inside her, for either of us to think about what to do next. We lazily made out for a few minutes, before I laid next to her. As I looked over to her, I noticed a wry smile on her face as she asked if I was ready to go again. It dawned on me then that I had a long night ahead of me. But I was more than willing.
In conclusion, I have determined that despite my previous assumptions on the nature of Humans, they may yet hold value for Rosebutas.