The Story of Tori

Before I begin, I will explain what I am doing. For those that skip authors forwards ... I laugh now.

For some reason I fancy myself a story teller, yet have never told a story. So in order to force myself to actual put pen to paper, I am running an experiment on myself. For a minimum of 30 days I will do my damnedest to write a continuing story. I will spend no less than an hour a day in this endeavor.

What I am hoping from the community:

1st) Criticize. Be as forward as you wish.

2nd) Complain. I want you all to demand just retribution if I do not meet the once a day requirement.

With that out of the way, I give you the warning.

WARNING

WARNING

WARNING

THIS STORY CONTAINS CHARACTER DEVELOPMENT!! I can't make people have sex all the time. So don't get warmed up just yet.

Beyond that I only have a couple things that do not jive with me, and will be left out of whatever I write:

-I don't like it when things go in or out of the ass. Unless its a very tasteless poop joke, don't expect me to mention it much.

-Balls don't jive well with me either, so expect much the same in that department.

I go for the unusual, even by futanari standards. Which means, multiple of just about anything, animal characteristics and parts, and human suffering (not gore, just internal pain).

So with that, I stop laughing and give you.

The Story of Tori

The bright yellow sun crested the eastern mountains and greeted the small maternity village of Jebrath. Nestled against the coast of lake Jebrath, the village began to stir. Out from the many huts, the village people began their daily routine. The trickle of people soon grew into a steady flow down the banks to the bathing spot.

However, inside a hut on the northern outskirts only 1 of the two inhabitants stirred to awakening. This was Lek, who was being roused by beams of sun light that pierced the dark interior of the stick hut. Sitting on the side of her bed she began to stretch, not an easy thing for her in the tight confines of the hut.

First she rustled the angelic wings on her back to try and shake the stiffness out of them. Then stretched the left wing out as far as she could, which easily grazed the opposite wall, then altering her position she did the same with the right wing. She stood up and expanded her 4 arms into all directions, coercing her blood to flow more freely through the waking limbs. At the same time she shook out the long feline tail protruding from just above her firm backside, and let is hang freely where a third of its length pooled on the ground.

Feeling better she looked at the second cot inside the hut, where her daughter slept. With her keen vision, Lek could see the measured rise and fall caused by the young ones breathing. "Only 20 years old, and as tired as if you had mothered 20 children", she said towards the cot, but no reply came.

In a quick stride she stood over her daughter, who clenched at her blankets furiously. "You would not bee so cold if y