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LEAVETAKING

@Copyright Maureen Lycaon, July 2001. All rights
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Warnings: if you shouldn't be reading this, don't.

Author's Notes: This is the opening story for Raeng,
one of the main characters in a proposed new furry
swords, sorcery and spooge series, "The Three".

A faenggahr is the Hahnga word for a Lionen tradition
that is almost universal. When young Lionen of either
sex are forced out of the pride or village of their
birth, they wander as a group, members dying or
dropping out as they find villages they hope to earn a
place in. Usually each faenggahr has members of only
one sex, who call each other faenggahr-sisters (or
faenggahr-brothers). It's pronounced "fang-gar", "gar"
being pronounced like the name of the fish.

Raeng's name is pronounced like the word "rang".
Uhli's sounds very like "Ullie".

My thanks to Bruce Bagemihl's book "Biological
Exuberance: Animal Homosexuality and Natural
Diversity", which offered some tips on same-sex lion
sexual behavior; and to Ron, who once again gave his
critiquing services.

I live for feedback. Send it to: maureen_lcn@yahoo.com
. You can visit my archive of erotic stories,
including the Precious Cargo series, at:
http://vcl.ctrl-c.liu.se/vcl/Artists/Maureen/Stories/Web/index2.html



Leavetaking

By Maureen Lycaon


The two young lionesses crouched low on the hilltop
overlooking the road, watching.

The hill was part of a long, low ridge running east to
west across the treeless steppe. Below that ridge,
paralleling it, ran the trade road. Just west of that
hill, the road divided: the main road continued
westward under the shadow of the ridge, while the
other road led north and east, eventually to cross the
Baghai River and enter the Common City of Ahpoh'r,
barely a day's journey away.

The steppe, once a pure emerald-green during the chill
rains of spring, was now tinged with yellow as it
dried in the summer warmth. In two more months, its
color would match the tawny gold of a Lionen's fur.
Now, each blade of grass cast a long shadow in the
light of the gentle, windless dawn.

The only travelers visible on the road were a small
caravan of traders, raising a yellow cloud of dust
above them in the still dawn air as they journeyed
eastward toward the city on horseback and in wagons.
By squinting, Raeng could just make out their species;
this group was mostly Wolven, with a couple of
diminutive Foxen among them, driving horse-drawn
iron-wheeled wagons loaded with goods. Wolven guards
in leather armor rode before, behind and on each side;
now and then the sunlight would flicker off a sword
hilt.

Beside Raeng, Uhli stirred. Her ears were slightly
flattened, her smell acidly tangy, anxious. "I wonder
what Ahpoh'r is like, with Hyenan and Lionen living
together," she muttered.

"The traders told me each species has its own
quarters," Raeng answered. "They don't really live all
mixed up together like some people think."

"But what about the tribes? Do Hahnga live with
Aevowree? And do they even have rahee?"

Raeng grinned. "You should have talked to the traders,
like me."

There had been six lionesses in their faenggahr when
they had left the village of Airow Gahngeh two months
ago -- six young Hahnga, sent out to seek their
fortunes, each allowed to take only a travel pack that
could be worn over her shoulder, a hunting bow, and
the long Hahnga hunting knife that doubled as a
weapon.

One by one, each of them had seen a village to her
liking and left the faenggahr, to seek a place in that
village, or else to wander henceforth alone. All
except poor Pahlee, who had been killed by that wild
steppe wisent they had tried to bring down their first
week out.

Now only Raeng and Uhli remained, and today they would
part ways -- probably forever.

Raeng did not waste precious time and energy mourning
over her lost companions; she simply accepted it. In
places like Airow Gahngeh, where the land already had
as many dwellers as the meat herds could feed, the
young had to leave the place of their birth and seek
lives, or their deaths, elsewhere.

"The strong survive" was the saying among Lionen; the
young must be tested, must struggle for their place in
life. That testing went on throughout life. It had
never been any other way.

Their journeying had taken them roughly northward, but
only Raeng had intended all along to cross the border
into the Common Lands.

She studied the trade road and its distant travelers a
while longer, then turned her head to look at Uhli.

"Will you come with me?"

Uhli shook her head, her ears flattening still more.
"Leave Ohngahr? No."

Raeng felt a little knot of sorrow and disappointment
form in her belly.

She knew most Hahnga didn't share her curiosity about
the lands outside of Ohngahr, would never think of
visiting a Common Lands city, let alone try to make a
life there.

Even so, she had harbored some small hope that Uhli
would choose to come with her, that she wouldn't have
to face those unknown lands alone. Uhli was the
bravest of them, and one of the strongest.

It was not unheard of for faenggahr-sisters to make a
new life together, after all; that was how most Lines
and villages formed in the first place -- if there was
empty land for them.

Now she had to let that hope go. Not even Uhli would
go with her into the Common Lands.

She took a deep breath, then slowly began to get up.

"You're going now, then?" Uhli asked.

"Yes."

"Then . . ." Uhli reached up and touched her arm. When
Raeng looked down at her, she saw the other lioness's
face bore an expression that mingled wistful regret
and affection with something more primal.

Raeng smiled her reply. She bent down and tugged at
Uhli's paw to bring the shorter, more muscular lioness
to her feet.

"Let's get down the slope," she said. They didn't know
the ways of those distant travelers; it would be
better to stay out of sight of the road.

Holding paws, the two lionesses descended a little way
down the south slope of the hill where their packs and
weapons lay, putting its summit between themselves and
those distant traders. Then they turned to face each
other.

Raeng, the taller of the two by a few whiskers'
breadths, simply looked down into Uhli's golden eyes
for long moments, trying to commit her face to memory.
Whether they survived and lived long lives of their
own or they failed and died, this would be their last
time together, and Uhli's face reflected her knowledge
of that. Raeng was sure the same poignant knowledge
showed in her own eyes.

She bent forward and gently touched the tip of her
nose to Uhli's broader one, moving her whiskers out of
the way. Uhli returned the nuzzle, and Raeng's
nostrils were filled with her warm scent, the smell of
her moist breath.

They both wore the common Hahnga traveling gear:
sturdy leather boots that accommodated their
half-ditigrade feet and went halfway up the shins; the
everyday loincloths that most peoples wore; the female
chest-wrap that held their breasts securely while they
walked. Had it been winter, they might have worn
cloaks and hide leggings along with the loincloths,
but in the warmth of early summer there was no need
for them.

Their lovemaking began with Uhli simply rubbing her
cheek against Raeng's. Unbidden, the beginnings of a
soft purr rumbled in her throat, to be answered by
Raeng's as she moved her own head in response, her
paws taking Uhli's shoulders to draw her close.

For timeless moments they nuzzled, taking in each
other's breath and scent. It was Raeng who made the
first move: her paws released Uhli's shoulders, only
to return to cup her small breasts under the wrap.

Uhli's purr grew louder and took on a demanding note
as Raeng's paws went to work, rubbing, stroking,
fondling; she arched her back, pushing her breasts
into the other's paws. Raeng worked those small
nipples gently between her fingers and thumbs until
they poked against the fabric of the breastwrap.

They stood like that for some time, Uhli with her paws
on her hips, back arched as her breasts were played
with; Raeng, arms outstretched, caressing. Her own
nipples, larger than Uhli's, stiffened with sensual
pleasure even without a touch.

The shorter, more muscular lioness's purr swelled
until it was positively stentorian, mingling with
Raeng's answering rumble.

At last, she turned around silently, and Raeng untied
the knot of her breast-wrap without a word being
spoken, letting the cloth fall to the grass. She
turned her own back on Uhli, letting her return the
favor.

The two half-naked lionesses lay down on their sides
in the grass, warmed in the golden rays of the rising
sun, facing each other, and their nimble paws moved up
and down each other's bare tawny-furred breasts.

Uhli lowered one paw and rubbed Raeng's belly; Raeng
stretched and purred, arms over her head. The muscled
lioness extended her claws enough to scratch the skin
through the fur just a little, and Raeng actually
chirruped with pleasure, a strange little sound like a
combination of a bird's chirrup and a hiccup.

Still lying on their sides, the two lionesses
scratched each other's bellies and breasts with barely
extruded claws, and two sets of thighs spread
shamelessly wide with the pleasure of it, cat-fashion,
their tails undulating in the grass.

At last the moment came when the loincloths had to
come off, so that their mutual caresses could descend
still lower. As they had done with the breastwraps,
each lioness carefully untied the thong that held the
ends of the cloth to her lover's hips, so that the
ends fell limp to the earth. There were a few awkward
moments while the loincloths were tugged off entirely
and cast aside, but then they were free. They didn't
bother about their boots.

As usual, Raeng rolled onto her back, and Uhli made
the first move. Crouching on all fours, she crawled
between Raeng's lean golden-furred thighs and lowered
her head, burying her muzzle in the thinner lioness's
groin.

Raeng stretched and gasped, claws extruding, as the
other lioness's clever tongue probed between the
small, narrow folds of her nether lips into her
vagina. She pushed her hips into Uhli's face in hungry
demand. Uhli's tongue continued to lick, and she felt
her clitoris grow warmer, wanting more.

Then she got it, as that tongue suddenly began lapping
and curling around that swollen lust-bud, sending a
gust of greater pleasure through her. More such gusts
followed, until they blended into one great storm of
bliss, making her gasp, making her moan and stretch,
wiggling ecstatically, tail lashing.

She rolled half-over onto her side, the instinctive
roll of a happy lioness, then squirmed and whimpered
in protest as she lost contact with Uhli's mouth. Uhli
helped her get belly-up again, paws sliding down on
the insides of Raeng?s thighs, firmly holding them
down and spread, so that Raeng could buck and squirm
without breaking away.

Raeng's tail lashed furiously as her arousal mounted,
her pelvis thrusting itself into the other's face as
if to bury her very muzzle in her vagina. That broad
wet tongue was everywhere, probing even inside her,
and she uttered little moans and hums of pleasure. Her
arms were over her head again, and she felt a vague
wish Uhli could somehow hold them down too, to
restrain her completely.

At last she reached the very verge, paws clenching
into fists, yellow eyes screwed tightly closed, fangs
bared, breath coming in lust-strained, hissing gasps.
Uhli vibrated her tongue against her clitoris, and she
went over, uttering a harsh yowl as her entire body
shook and her vulva convulsed.

The muscular lioness hung on, gently licking as Raeng
slid down from that peak, nursing the last little
quivers of pleasure from her. Only when Raeng had
relaxed into a boneless mass did she retreat, sitting
up and looking down at her, smiling, licking her damp
muzzle.

Reviving a little, Raeng opened her eyes and abandoned
herself to a good, long feline roll, paws and feet
jerking in the air, the boots incongruous against her
tawny nakedness.

Watching, Uhli uttered a pleased humm-rawr at this
tribute to her talent.

At last Raeng went limp again, letting herself fall
onto her flank. She rested, paws still rhythmically
flexing now and then. She didn't move her head, but
looked up at her companion from the corners of her
eyes.

After a short while, Uhli flopped down on her side
beside her, her own crotch on a level with Raeng's
face.

Slowly, Raeng pulled herself closer, until her muzzle
nearly touched Uhli's groin -- and then she began
returning the favor.

Uhli tasted softly musky, yet delicate, a flesh-flower
smell. And like a flesh-flower was her vulva, the
narrow Lionen labia opening of their own accord and
growing darker as Raeng's tongue toyed with them. Her
clitoris was smaller than Raeng's own, like a small
ruby bead, and when Raeng slurped at it the first
time, just a delicate, tentative preliminary suck,
Uhli convulsed, uttering a little "Rawr!"

As Uhli became more aroused and she was better able to
endure the intense sensations, Raeng focused her
licking on that clitoris. Her mouth was flooded with
the other lioness's musky taste, a primal powerful
musk that spoke of all her femaleness, all her sex,
all the primitive arousal of female Lionen stretching
back across the centuries to the times of the Ancient
Ones and the First Coupling of Moroor and the Four
Sisters.

Tongue lapping greedily, her lean but powerful arms
locked around Uhli's thighs, her ears filled with the
slurping noises she was making, Raeng suckled on
Uhli's vulva and clitoris until at last the other
lioness uttered her own orgasmic yowl and shuddered,
then fell back.

As Uhli had done for her, so Raeng did for Uhli,
gently lapping until the other Lionen had relaxed
completely, sinking back onto the grass, purring.

Only when Raeng released her did she roll, wiggling.
The pink tips of her still-swollen nipples poked
through her tawny fur of her round breasts. Raeng's
paw unconsciously brushed her own left nipple as she
watched, a faint throb of remembered lust pulsing
through her.

Uhli scooted down to get eye level with Raeng, and
they held each other as their arousal faded and the
sun rose higher in the blue sky, casting its golden
light down upon the steppe.

At last, by unspoken mutual agreement, they parted and
slowly rose to their feet, turning away from each
other to pick up their breast wraps and loincloths.
Then each turning back to help the other dress.

When they were finally clothed again, they paused to
look into each other?s face one last time.

"May Moroor keep you safe, and Ayowluh drive the
weakest game your way, sister," Uhli said quietly.

"So may they also do for you, faenggahr-sister," Raeng
replied.

They embraced one last time, burying their muzzles in
each other's necks and exchanging smells.

There were no tears. They were Lionen.

Uhli turned away, stooped to retrieve her travel pack
and her weapons. Once she had them, she began walking
back down the hillside -- southward, back into
Ohngahr. She didn't look back.

Raeng watched her silently for a long moment before
turning away to get her own belongings.

Then she returned to the summit. Descending the hill's
north slope, she made her way toward the dusty road to
the Common Lands.


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