The kingdom of menageria (warning futa and bestiality)

Story by AbaddonFanboy

Just an idea I had and couldn’t resist writing down. Honestly don’t know if I’ll continue it as am buckling under studies expected to get more intensive as the year progresses. Hope you liked it.

Samantha fell back on her new king sized bed, located in a spacious room on the second floor of the farmhouse, with a whoomph of joy. She had finally finished the University of Hecate’s gruelling 3 year program, and felt reasonably confident that she had passed, and passed well. The 23 year old, silver haired, half elf had blazed through every course in the Magical Arts and Sciences program with such ease and skill the University Deans Association, recognising a prodigy when they saw one, had already sent her several letters offering her scholarships and staff positions. To which she’d politely declined, if they knew what she was really planning on doing, she doubted they’d have been so willing to hire her, much less publically associate with her, whatever her talents. The fair skinned youth’s hand idly dropped down between her thighs, playing with the hardening bulge beneath the denim of her jeans, as she reflected on what brought her here, to the farmhouse in her deceased aunt’s pocket dimension.

Pocket dimensions were extremely rare, even among high level magic users, areas of Real Space shifted into the Aetheric Dimension, that infinite plane of potential from whence all magic came. There, the magic user spiritually attuned to the pocket had almost infinite control over its shape and contents, though sustaining its existence in that eternally shifting dimension was extremely difficult for any long period of time, requiring enormous and continuous supply of chakra, the spiritual energy produced by living beings. Her aunt had been one of the few who could manage such a feat, so well it endured beyond her death, upon which Samantha inherited this great prize. She had been a countess and an important member of the royal court, far more important than the minor branch of the family that Samantha was from. But through her relation, Samantha’s family had minor noble status, which included the right to inherit the pocket dimension, a right barred to commoners. No other family member had contested her for it at the reading of the will, knowing that it was slowly unravelling without Aunt Tilly’s skill and power and would likely be gone in a few decades.

After she had attuned herself to it, she had changed very little in it. It was roughly 2000 square km in diameter, with the rustic farmhouse she currently inhabited located in the middle of a large number of fertile fields, warehouses, stables and animal pens. Beyond these, dense coniferous forests, stretched out as far as one could see, with a large number of rivers flowing through it, filled with both domestic and wild animals. Which were her main interest.

As far back as she had remembered, she had had sexual urges that the staunchly conservative elven kingdom she lived in would treat with shock and revulsion. But never had a chance to really act on them, due to fear of discovery making life difficult at best and seeing her incarcerated at worst. Elves were some of the most repressed beings in existence, with strict laws on decency covering everything from appropriate dress and speech to even the colour of one’s underwear, though this was rarely enforced due to the thick layers of shapeless clothes everyone was expected to wear in public. Now, however, she had this place, which was not subject to the laws of her birth land. She just hoped that the spell she had cast over the dimension’s inhabitants a year ago had taken root successfully. For if it had, she stood to finally indulge her passions, and, if all went according to plan, start a profitable business that would make her wealthy and influential and gain a permanent and large enough supply of chakra to sustain and expand Menageria, the name she’d decided to give this pocket dimension, the seed of what she intended to become her own personal kingdom.

She stood up from the bed and walked to the full mirror by its side. She had complete control over who could enter or leave the dimension, and through her attunement to Menageria, she knew she was currently the only intelligent humanoid there. Which meant she no longer needed to wear any damn clothes! She’d always chafed under this law and the first of her sexual fantasies she planned on living out here was public nudity, to walk around in open view, naked as she pleased. She stripped herself off slowly, teasing herself with the delicious anticipation. Naked, she smiled at her reflection, a young, beautiful silver-haired woman with a perfect hour glass figure, long legged and large breasted on a super model’s frame. Her uncut penis, currently at its flaccid size of five inches, dangled between her silky toned thighs, along with her hairless balls, each larger than her clenched fist, and pleasantly tense with the weeks of abstinence she had gone through that she

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