Suikoden II - The Pantsu Brigade

Author's Note: Apologies to anyone out there who has been dying for the next chapter (All... one of you? Half of one? :P ). A month ago, I had this chapter mostly done already, capable of uploading it at any time, but I followed a suggestion to wait until I got the next chapter started. As for why it took me this long to start on chapter 3... an online friend of mine needed my writing help with one of his projects. Hopefully chapter 3 won't take as long to write and release. But, back to this chapter. This one is why I make sure to note in the description that codes will change depending on character and chapter. Some of you aren't into bestiality, and I understand that. This is currently the only chapter where I plan to have such content, and since it's specific to the characters used, I wanted to make sure any of you potentially interested don't see the description and assume it's going to be in every chapter. Thanks once again to geedee for his critique and advice on this chapter, and to darktom for the only review I've received for this fic to date. I'm definitely looking forward to making the most of each character's unique quirks and possibilities in building up the nature of the Pantsu Brigade, and I hope that exploration remains as interesting for you to read as it is for me to write. :)

Rolled whip over her shoulder, Lucia took to the rear. Chirps of young birds, twig snaps and the rustle of leaves lined their untrodden path through the near forests. A sinewy stretch of vine primed its presence in her ear... her instincts pinged a warning to her senses. "Queen Jillia, look out!"

Unaware as the queen was, Lucia leapt at her with split-second timing. A trap sprung as Jillia's foot advanced, snapping the green tendril in two. Brush plants shook on the path of both whipping vines and up the sturdy trunks of trees until a length of strong oak swung down from a mass of leaves. Bark lightly scraped the Karayan's back as she and the Highland queen dropped to the ground beneath them... into a second trap. A wide camouflaged netting gave out to a once concealed pit.

"Queen Jillia! Chieftain Lucia!" Leona sidestepped the wooden battering ram and ran to the hole. She sighed relief. "You're okay."

"No thanks to you," Lucia accused. "I knew we should never have trusted a bitch born to the Wisemail family."

Jillia said, "That's quite enough, Lucia. The Dunan Army would gain nothing by so openly murdering two leaders under their protection. It is far more urgent that we escape this danger."

Lucia dangled by a single outgrown tree root, thick and firm. She gave thanks to the earth spirits and cast a cautious look at the blackness below them. Then above, she kept watch on the sway of the battering ram. With the queen's arms wrapped under hers, Lucia carefully shifted her whip off her shoulder to her free hand.

"Hold tight, Queen Jillia," Lucia said. She ignored the queen's tight grip on her breasts, aimed for the oak trunk and flicked her wrist. Perfect. They soared from the pit and swung atop the ram with its momentum. Pitching high and low, Lucia peered out to assess her next plan of action.

"What shall we do now? We're moving much too fast to jump off in our states of undress," observed Jillia.

Answering the queen with silence, Lucia snapped her whip in sequence on both ends of vine. One. Two. Three. Four. Each lash weakened the plants' bonding, until at last they flew airborne. Whizzing between trees, branches snapped in their rise and descent. Their ride smashed into the earth, skid into a neat trail of its likeness. Once halted, Lucia jumped off and offered her hand to the queen.

"That is most certainly one way to travel," Jillia said, stepping down with Lucia's aid. She froze the instant she checked her surroundings. "Umm... Lucia..."

Lucia turned to the threat closing in on all sides. Sun reflected on their golden coats, fangs flashed in a snarl, yellow eyes fixed on the prize meat behind her. Her whip crashed down on a rare white wolf leaping at them, one clean lick of leather drawing blood. It howled.

"Queen Jillia, stay back. By the honor of the Karaya, I'll make quick work of these beasts."

"No you won't." The female voice echoed from the treetops. Two arrows, fast as some of the finest guns in Harmonia, spiked between Lucia's bare toes and wedged into her wooden necklace. "I won't be gentle with a third. Lay down your weapon and surrender."

Lucia sneered. "Surrender? The Karaya never surrender, much less to a spineless wretch hiding in the trees. Show yourself and face me in battle like a true warrior."

"Wait! Damn these heels." Leona stepped out from behind a near bush, joining her royal highness and her guard. "Ayda, stand down. This is Queen Jillia Blight of Highland and Chieftain Lucia of the Karaya Clan, Teresa has given permission to give them a tour of the Pantsu Brigade."

The woman's figure blurred in a jump from the treetops. Landing in a squat, she stood and faced the group. Her scarf settled from its windy flap onto her back. Her long brown braid smacked against her white quiver, her hair kept high by her green headband. The mementos of her father stood out on her barenaked body, the odious spectre of improper dress thrown off outside the world of men. A brimming auburn bush and small bust on her slim, toned hunter's build had but one marked feature to eclipse them, clearer as she walked toward her prey with bow raised.

White smears ran from the base of her nose to the tip of her cheek scar, copied under both forest green eyes. Her war paint slathered in a glossy drying sheen on her chest, down her hips, crafted into archaic patterns over a score of fresh red scars. All lines merged at their source: one large, sticky pool between her thighs. Tiny rivers of the slick goo coursed down her legs, webbing between her toes.

She lowered her bow. "I'm sorry, I didn't know you were guests. Leona, are you sure you want to start your tour with me? My interests might be too much for a queen to take."

Jillia smiled. "Miss... Ayda, was it not? Please do not think so little of me. As you can see, I keep the company of another lady who holds a deep love for nature. Furthermore, my brother... my... brother..."

The queen's voice drifted off as she looked across the golden wolf pack. She peered past the surface of one's feral eyes, into a hiding glint of kindness. It called to her like a beacon as she walked toward the beast and squatted. Strange, she thought, how her hand remained firm as she gave the monster a good pet from head to neck. She paused at its sudden growl until she noticed a familiar shadow. "It's okay Lucia, leave us."

"It looks like my wolf pack likes you, Queen Jillia," Ayda said. "Would you like to give them a special treat? I can tell they're getting a little bored with me."

"Hmm?" Jillia pondered the woodswoman's meaning as Ayda went to the one white wolf in the pack. She watched Ayda lift its fur coat to look at Lucia's whip lash. It appeared routine... until Ayda turned away.

Dropping to all fours, Ayda up-thrust her hips toward the wolf. A secret language of growls and whines leapt from her wild tongue, aided by the language of her body. Her nipples rubbed against dirt, ass oscillating with the forward and back motion like an obscene mating call. Three times, her ass shook right in the beast's snout like a taunting line of raw meat. To seal interest, Ayda looked back, stared the wolf face to face and gave her softest, weakest little bitch-whimper. Coaxed by the brunette's lewdness, the white wolf bounced to set its paws on her lower back. Its fangs took the reins of her long brown braid, bit down on the free fuck-leash and in one heavy burst, the wolf plunged his bulbed shaft through the sticky film over Ayda's sex to the prize within. A squelch rang in unison with Ayda's lusting bark.

Jillia, stunned by the scene, turned red from the crown of her head to the top of her chest. Taking her hand from the golden wolf, she answered Ayda's request. "I couldn't possibly accept your offer, Miss Ayda. It would be most improper of a queen to... take advantage of your kindness." Secretly, her thoughts flashed between images of the wolf mounting her, spliced with the visage of her late brother Luca. Her hands couldn't move fast enough to hide the stain left by a badly timed gust of wind blowing her see-through skirt against her loins.

Lucia spat, "Queen Jillia is royalty, she and any other woman with a sense of honor would never lower themselves to seducing a wolf for sex. Leave it to forest dwellers to forsake men and willingly offer themselves to wild beasts."

"You cannot separate the world into people and monsters," Ayda said. "Besides, you look like more of a 'beast' as you call it than any of my pack."

"You're the beast here. I could smell wolf sperm before I ever saw your face."

"Wolf sperm?" The source of Ayda's war paint clicked at Lucia's observation. Jillia shrank back to join Leona. "What manner of woman is she?"

"After your brother's night attack on the castle, we needed a force to keep watch in the forests. Ayda already lived as a forest protector before she joined our ranks, this was a perfect fit for her after she refused to live in the castle."

"I never imagined your brigade would act so barbaric," Jillia said.

Ayda said, "It's not barbaric, it's natural."

"My apologies, Miss Ayda. I never imagined your brigade would act so... in tune with nature."

Leona added, "Ayda's our only brigade member that prefers the wild. It wouldn't be a stretch to say this whole forest is her base. I don't know how she got around so fast, but when she arrived and disappeared into the forest, she came back to the castle the next day with enough wildlife to lead her own unit. She's our most prolific member."

The mental images crept their way to the forefront of her mind. Jillia imagined the woodswoman, with chalky white residue caked against her tanned skin, sprinting through the forest on foot. A trail of leaking cum led her wolf pack and other woodland creatures on the path, battle-ready, Ayda clothed to avoid disgracing Lord Riou should the enemy spot her at a distance. Loosing an arrow from her bow would guide her wolves to attack a Highland unit, one loud howl urging her wolves to fight. The Highland queen's thoughts snapped back to the present.

"May I... may I get a closer look?" Jillia requested. Led by Leona, she circled the coupling pair.

The wolf's hindquarters thrust forth into the obscured recesses of Ayda's sex. Her generously curved ass plushed from the wolf's legs against them. The impression gave off more abundance than she possessed, quite a sight with her already far wider hips. Her overflowing cum well spilled and squirted out the sides of her loins each time the wolf's thick length invaded. Rounding to the woman's front, Jillia caught the sight of Ayda's tongue squirming out, licking from her chin to the corner of her mouth to scoop one large left-over wad of white. When the woodswoman abruptly paused, the queen did as well, eyes unerring to witness the unfolding sight.

"Ahh... this is the best part!" Ayda cried excitement. The wolf's knot swelled with a rush of blood, adding to his stern erection. The seal firmed as the wolf's knot reached full size, locking the two together. With her unique scent rising with her lust, the wolf began anew. Ayda's toes curled. "Mmm... oh yes Shiro. That's the spot. That's the spot right there."

"Prolific is just another word for wild slut," Lucia said.

She squatted in front of Ayda, whose cum-stained aura caused the Karayan's nose to crinkle. All too familiar, the scent of a beast in heat lapped out from Ayda stronger with the lick of Shiro's pumps. A burst of cock breath from the woman's exhales soon replaced it, and though she reeled back, Lucia savored a warmth in her bosom. Tracing over Ayda's scar, she inched her lips closer, tasting what awaited on the back of her tongue. She closed her eyes...

"I'm not Alma Kinan," Ayda teased. "I thought your kind had piercings everywhere."

Jarred by Ayda's remark, Lucia regained her wits and stepped back, folding her arms to support her underbosom. "It is the chief's duty to produce an heir. When the day comes, I will feed the next leader of the Karaya with these breasts."

After a low howl, Ayda said, "I bet you'll have sex with him too."

Lucia sneered at the woodswoman's casual taunt. "It's also the Karayan leader's duty to prepare her son for manhood. It is the most sacred custom of our tribe, when the son faces his mother in sexual combat and claims his birthright. There is no greater honor than for a Karayan mother to be taken by her son and made to serve him as his mistress, and there is no greater proof of a mother's bond than the power to satisfy her son's needs with her body."

"Hussy."

"At least our people don't mate with wild dogs."

"As I recall, one of my wolves accepted Queen Jillia. Are you calling the Queen of Highland a wild dog? Or are you heartbroken that my wolves growl at you any time you get near them and not the other way around?"

"What are you saying?" Lucia demanded.

"Your people have your customs, but in the wild only the strongest women can attract a mate. The creatures of the forest smell the healthy musk of my body, see my child-bearing hips and know I can survive in the wild. I'm only suggesting that if you were as strong as you think, my wolves would be more interested in mounting you than keeping you away from their cocks."

Lucia's grip on her whip handle tensed as she raised it at Ayda. She blocked out the queen's cry of halt. "I've had enough. I don't care what happens, I won't tolerate your-"

"Bonapaaaaaaaaaaarte!"

A brown-haired streak ran in the gap between the two land-women, her white beret about to topple off her head. From a quick shoulder-bash, the Karayan chieftain spun and fell over. Gritting her teeth, Lucia snorted her frustration with the girl. Yet with the same lackadaisical manner, Millie sped between two viciously growling wolves with a concerned furl on her forehead.

"Millie," Leona said, "this isn't the best place for you to-"

"Bonaparte, you come out here this instant! I mean it." Stamping her foot, Millie squatted next to the hole her pet dug in the earth and loudly beckoned.

Jillia turned to her guide and asked, "You recruit women to your brigade at such a fragile age?"

Caught mid-puff, Leona choked smoke from her lungs, coughing for long seconds before her chest and head cleared. "No no no, Queen Jillia. I assure you we would never ask young girls to join the Pantsu Brigade."

"Bonapa-"

Millie went rigid, as if a rod shot through her blood to lock her body like a mannequin. A slight tremble began, joined by a growing bulge at her blue-dressed midriff. Her legs spread, and by chance the angle permitted a tiny sight of light brown fuzz before it burrowed higher into its host. The ground confirmed it, one groundhog hole directly at the spot where Millie's hind hovered a scant second ago. Her womb billowed out with Bonaparte's size. Millie arose and turned toward Leona's group with... a smile?

"Ah, that's a good boy," Millie happily blushed and rubbed her belly. She blocked the sun from her eyes with an upraised hand and tossed her gaze about. "How did I get here again?"

"Bonaparte... is inside you?" Leona gulped. "Don't you wear panties?"

Millie smiled at Leona. "Don't be silly, I never wear panties. How else would Bonaparte get inside me when he needs to sleep?"

Standing, Lucia crossed her arms. "Hmph. It appears all the women in this brigade have sex with beasts."

"Lucia, they aren't beasts, right Miss Ayda?" Jillia nodded to the woodswoman.

"Rrrrrrrr..." Ayda called. She slipped deeper into the wild recesses that threw her hair beyond its taming headband. Her bangs fell over her eyes as a few strands stuck to her face with her drying glyphs of cum. Eyes obscured, she dripped sweat from her armpits and down her breasts.

Jillia added to Millie, "You allow your pet to sleep inside you?"

"We take turns, I sleep inside him and he sleeps inside me. Haha, sometimes when I tell people I have a little Bonaparte inside me, they look at my big belly and think he knocked me up. That reminds me, I better find a bride for him before he really DOES knock me up and I have a bunch of little baby Bonapartes following me around calling me mommy. Say, wanna see what he looks like when he's asleep?"

"That isn't.. necessary..."

As always, the bar mistress couldn't get a word of sense in on the clueless motormouth. Millie plopped back on the ground, spread her legs and pried her fingers into her pussy. The upskirt angle of her soft-furred hump provided a glimpse of Bonaparte's yellow and brown head peeking out from his dark wet home.

"Doesn't he look like a cute little angel? He can be a little devil if you get him in the wrong mood. Last time he got so angry when I relieved a little tingle in my no-no spot that he ran off and attacked Lord Riou and me when we tried to catch him!"

Ayda bordered on a human purr, her canine-adjusted thoughts melding to suit her partner. Shiro blurred on a burst toward reaching his climax, tail curled under him to aid his efforts. Each sharp tug on Ayda's braid forced her head up in a mix of moan and howl, her bangs bouncing as the wolf's knot grated inside her loins.

"Millie... you might want to talk to Doctor Huan about this," Leona suggested. "I don't think you understand the consequences of-"

"Ahh!" Millie cried. Her hands moved up to her head, matting down her beret as she twisted its white cloth. "He's dreaming of running. I hate when he does that! His paws rub around everywhere and it makes me all tingly inside."

"Millie, I-"

"Oh, that's right!" Millie jumped to her feet. "Jeane wanted me to go back to Greenhill and pose as a teen pregnant girl in need of a special doctor at the academy so I can sneak a few runes out that she left there. We've been practicing our act for weeks... ah, even when he's asleep the little cutie knows when to kick. Gotta go, have fun playing outside Leona!"

Slowed by Bonaparte, Millie rushed past Lucia once more toward the way she came. Her belly bounced, small breasts forced higher on her chest to rest upon the massive bulge.

Leona deflected the questioning glares of her guests by glancing downward, thumb and forefinger framing her left eye. "I need to speak to Jeane."

"Awrooo!" Ayda howled with Shiro. She slumped down, knees under her torso. The angle raised her backside ever higher. A splash of her mate's seed entered her womb, while the remainder slid down her inner walls to join. After a few dry pumps, Shiro laid his head onto Ayda's back. Panting, ragged, spent, Ayda peered up at Leona and her entourage.

The bar mistress said, "We should leave. Ayda won't be getting up for a while, and she needs her rest anyway."

"Oh my," Jillia said, "is mating with a wolf really so exhausting?"

Lucia, spite in her voice, answered, "Wolves knot themselves to their mate. In the wild, they do it to keep the female wolf from getting away during sex... though with this pathetic excuse for a woman, it's the other way around."

"Ahhh.... there's nothing stronger than the bond between two creatures of the wild." Ayda simpered. A lovingly glazed shine took to her eyes, deflecting Lucia's malice like a one-way mirror. She relished the sting of her wolf pack's seed as she rubbed it into her scars and small wounds, moaning her delight before she looked to Leona. "Tell Kinnison his friend and I are done for the day. And Lucia, there's a small pond to the right in case you ever want to freshen up. Not many men want to give an heir to a woman who looks like she belongs in a pig sty."

"Forest and plains people don't mix," Lucia tossed her head aside in disdain. "Lead us away from here before this beast-lover exposes us to any more of her traditions."

Leona took point again, walking back toward the path with Lucia behind her. The Karayan bodyguard stepped over the fallen oak ram and paused when she noticed the queen lingering behind. Before the question left her tongue, Lucia received an answer.

"Please move ahead Lucia, I will be with you shortly." Jillia watched until the Karayan chieftain left her sight. She knelt down beside the sweaty, panting woodswoman and whispered in her ear. "... Send your tamest golden wolf to Highland Castle."