Hunter's Rise
Copyright© 2025 by Mezu
Chapter 47: Zara’s Training Continues With Pixie
Fantasy Sex Story: Chapter 47: Zara’s Training Continues With Pixie - The story takes place in a world relatively similar to the real-life but with monsters. The main character is a monster hunter called Zara Cromwell. She and other monster hunters gain superpowers through experiments to be able to fight stronger monsters in the future. Warning: the series showcases various kinks and fetishes.
Caution: This Fantasy Sex Story contains strong sexual content, including Ma/Fa Fa/Fa Mult Consensual NonConsensual Rape Reluctant Lesbian BiSexual Heterosexual Hermaphrodite Futanari Paranormal Furry Magic Vampires Were animal Zombies Incest Mother Son FemaleDom Rough Sadistic Gang Bang Group Sex Orgy Black Female White Female Anal Sex Analingus Cream Pie Double Penetration Exhibitionism First Facial Fisting Lactation Oral Sex Sex Toys Tit-Fucking Amputee BBW Big Breasts Body Modification Hairy Public Sex Size ENF
We are close to the 50th numbered chapter, thanks to everyone who is reading.
Zara strolled into the park, already bracing herself for whatever today’s extra training would bring. She wanted to rest until the next day of the course, but she had to admit that all the training had a positive result in her powers.
She spotted a blur of color bouncing on one of the benches near the fountain. It wasn’t until she got closer that the blur resolved into Pixie, legs swinging, arms waving, rainbow hair joyfully glowing in the morning sun.
“Zaraaa!” Pixie shot up from the bench and nearly tackled her in a hug, smelling faintly of candy. “Guess what? I brought snacks! Well, I ate most of them already, but you can totally have this half of a donut!”
Zara blinked at the slightly squished offering. “Thanks, I think?” She set it aside before Pixie could try and feed it to her directly.
Pixie bounced in place, eyes wide. “I can’t wait to see what Aritimi has planned today! Do you think it’ll be something crazy? Ooooh, maybe she’ll summon, like, a rainbow monster just for me! That’d be so aesthetic!”
“Or horrifying,” Zara muttered under her breath.
Before Pixie could launch into another tangent, the air above the path shimmered. A slick, multicolored ripple spread open in midair, colors shifting like oil on water. Aritimi’s head peeked out.
“Step inside, pupils.”
Pixie grabbed Zara’s hand without hesitation. “Adventure time!” she cheered, dragging her toward the portal as if it were a playground slide instead of a monster-filled gateway. Zara sighed, resigned, and let herself be pulled through.
“Whoa! This place is gigantic!” Pixie dashed into the huge chamber and twirled in place.
Aritimi’s naked sight wasn’t unusual at this point to Zara, but this time she wasn’t alone. A group of similarly naked black women was standing not far from her. Her sisters and her mother, Artemis.
“Oh, hi everyone!” Pixie waved wildly. Zara gave a polite nod.
“They’ll be observing your next few training sessions,” Aritimi said, matter-of-fact.
Great, Zara thought. An audience.
“Get ready and undress, pupils,” Aritimi said, mostly because Pixie was still running in circles like a kid.
Zara was already naked as she finished the sentence; only Pixie needed some time because she was a bit dizzy.
“Nice tits,” Artemis acknowledged, looking at Zara’s naked chest. “I wish mine were still this firm,” she said, cupping her massive, pendulous tits.
“Um ... thanks,” Zara replied.
“And what about mine?” Pixie joined, like a kid who wants attention as well.
Pixie was a sight to see, too.
Her skin had a light tan tone, but looked almost pale as it was overshadowed by the vibrant hair. Her breasts were perky B-Cups, with erect, rosy nipples. Her stomach was flat, with a little belly button piercing. Her slender build accentuated her hips, giving her a flawless figure. Her pussy was neatly trimmed with a small landing strip of rainbow hair.
“Oh, you are perfect too,” Artemis shot her a thumbs up, which made Pixie grin from ear to ear.
“Thank you!” Pixie shouted gleefully and gave Artemis a tight hug, sandwiching the older woman’s breasts between their torsos.
“So cute,” Artemis chuckled and patted Pixie’s colorful head.
“Whoa! Your boobies are so soft,” Pixie said and grabbed one of Artemis’ breasts with each hand.
“Yes, they are, because I’m old,” She chuckled.
“Hey, Miss Timi! Your boobies will be this soft when you get old?” Pixie asked, looking at Aritimi’s massive yet firm breasts.
“Come back here, Pixie. We are about to start,” Aritimi said, a bit angrily. Her sisters just giggled.
“Let’s begin with something light,” she continued. “A swarm of Licklings would suffice.”
A pink portal ripped open and widened until it filled half the room, then released a cloud of glittering motes that drifted downward like rose petals. Each speck popped into a tiny, floating jelly-creature with heart-shaped bodies and waving, translucent tendrils.
Pixie gasped. “They’re adorable! They look like Valentine’s Day soap bubbles!”
“They are adorable. Aren’t they?” Artamara grinned, “They were one of my earliest catches. Nothing big, but pretty good from an eight-year-old.”
A few of the creatures bobbed toward her and circled her head, their hums blending into a gentle, chiming melody.
Zara eyed them skeptically. “You sure these things aren’t gonna explode?”
One brushed against her arm, leaving behind a faint warmth and a soft sparkle. She flinched. “Yeah, that’s weirdly pleasant. I don’t trust it.”
The Licklings formed a loose swirl between them, pulsing pink and red like living confetti.
“They respond to sound and emotion,” Aritimi explained. “If you’re calm, they stay calm. If you’re excited...”
Pixie clapped her hands. “Then they party!”
Instantly, the whole swarm chimed louder and zipped around her in loops of light. She squealed, spinning with them.
“You’re encouraging them.” Zara sighed.
“I am encouraging them!” Pixie said proudly. “They love me!”
One of the Licklings hovered close to Zara’s face, blinking with tiny, glimmering eyes.
Then it darted forward, pressing its soft, heart-shaped body against her collarbone. A warm, wet sensation bloomed where it touched, a gentle suction, like a kitten’s tongue lapping at milk. Zara stiffened.
“What the hell...?” she started, but another drifted down to her hip, its tendrils wrapping lightly around her thigh as it latched onto her skin with the same soft, insistent pressure. It didn’t hurt. It felt ... intimate.
Pixie let out a delighted shriek. A dozen Licklings had swarmed her, clinging to her shoulders, her back, the curve of her waist. One nestled right between her breasts, pulsing pink light as it suckled at the delicate skin there.
“Oh! Oh wow, that tickles!” she gasped, her laughter bubbling up as she swayed, half-dancing with the creatures. “It’s like ... tiny, sparkly kisses everywhere!” Her nipples hardened visibly under the attention, and she didn’t try to push them away.
Zara wasn’t laughing. More Licklings descended on her, drawn to her rigid posture. One latched onto her inner thigh, another pressed its soft body against the swell of her breast, its tiny mouth finding her nipple. The suction was warm, wet, and insistent. A jolt shot through her, not pain, but a startling, invasive pleasure that made her breath catch.
“Get off!” she hissed, swatting at the creature on her chest. It detached with a soft, wet pop, only for two more to glide down her spine, their tendrils coiling around her hips as they sought purchase on her skin. She could feel their vibrations humming against her.
Pixie was lost in the sensation. She’d sunk to her knees, arms outstretched as the swarm enveloped her. Licklings clustered on her shoulders, their translucent bodies pulsing with rosy light as they suckled. One had anchored itself firmly to her taut stomach, just above her navel piercing, its tendrils splayed possessively.
Another had found the delicate crease where thigh met pelvis, its rhythmic lapping drawing a high, breathy giggle from Pixie. “Oh! Oh, that one’s ... really good,” she sighed, arching her back. Her eyes were half-lidded, her skin flushed beneath the shimmering layer of glitter the creatures left behind. She made no move to dislodge them; instead, her fingers drifted idly through the hair of one nestled in her cleavage.
Zara was still uncomfortable with them. She twisted, trying to peel the persistent creatures off her skin. But every touch was a distraction. The one on her inner thigh pulsed, its suction deepening, sending unwelcome warmth coiling low in her belly. Another had latched onto the underside of her breast, its tiny mouth working at the sensitive curve just below her areola.
The sensation was maddening; a wet, insistent caress that bypassed her anger and sparked something primal.
“Damn it!” she growled, swatting at it. It detached with a soft, obscene pop, leaving her skin tingling and damp. Before she could recover, three more descended, one landing squarely on her left nipple. The shock of it, the sudden, direct suction on that hypersensitive peak, forced a choked gasp from her throat. Her knees almost buckled.
Pixie, meanwhile, was melting. A Lickling had drifted lower, its heart-shaped body hovering near the rainbow landing strip above her pussy. It pulsed, chiming softly, then dipped. Its tendrils brushed her inner thighs, cool and feather-light.
Pixie’s breath hitched, her eyes widening slightly. “Ooh ... hello there,” she whispered, her voice husky. The creature didn’t hesitate. It pressed its soft, translucent form against her outer labia, nuzzling gently. Then, with a soft hum, it began to lap.
A sharp, surprised moan escaped Pixie. Her hips jerked forward involuntarily. “Oh! Oh, fuck,” she breathed, her head falling back. The rhythmic lapping intensified, the tiny tongue exploring her folds with shocking dexterity, sending jolts of pure pleasure up her spine. Her fingers tangled in her own hair, knuckles white.
Zara saw Pixie’s reaction, her own breath catching in alarm. No. Not there. But the swarm sensed her spike of fear, or perhaps the sudden, unwanted heat blooming between her own legs.
A Lickling detached from her collarbone, drifting downward with deliberate slowness. It circled her navel, its tendrils trailing cool sparks over her taut stomach.
Zara tensed, trying to twist away, but another creature clung stubbornly to her nipple, its suction a distracting counterpoint. The descending Lickling reached her bushy pubic hair. It paused, pulsing a deeper pink, then pressed its soft, wet body against her outer lips.
The sensation was intimate, invasive. Zara gasped, a strangled sound. Its tiny tongue flickered out, tracing the sensitive seam. A bolt of raw sensation shot through her, making her knees tremble. “Stop!” she choked out, but her voice lacked conviction, thick with unwelcome arousal.
Beside her, Pixie was beyond words. The Lickling at her pussy worked with focused intensity, its translucent form vibrating against her as its tendrils anchored around her hips. It lapped at her entrance, then higher, circling her clit with feather-light precision.
Pixie’s back arched off the polished floor, a high, keening moan tearing from her throat. Her hands flew to her own breasts, fingers pinching her nipples roughly as if trying to ground herself against the overwhelming pleasure.
“Y-yes! Oh god, right there!” she babbled, her hips rocking in helpless little thrusts against the creature’s persistent mouth. Her rainbow hair flared brighter, casting shifting hues across her sweat-slicked skin. Artemis chuckled softly from the sidelines.
Zara couldn’t tear her eyes away. Pixie’s abandon was terrifying, yet hypnotic. The Lickling exploring her own folds pressed deeper, its tiny tongue probing insistently.
A shudder ripped through Zara; sharp, involuntary. It wasn’t pain. It was a hot, liquid spike of sensation that pooled low in her belly, tightening muscles she hadn’t consciously clenched.
The creature on her nipple intensified its suction, pulsing in time with the frantic rhythm below. Resistance crumbled. A choked gasp escaped her lips, half-protest, half-surrender. Her thighs trembled, no longer trying to clamp shut but quivering open. The cool air of the chamber felt suddenly electric against her dampening skin.
Beside her, Pixie’s ecstatic cries crescendoed into a raw, wordless wail. Her spine arched impossibly high, heels digging into the polished stone floor. The Lickling at her core pulsed violently, a blinding flash of crimson light emanating from its translucent body.
Pixie convulsed, fingers tearing at her own scalp as wave after wave of visible pleasure radiated outward. Her rainbow hair flared like ignited magnesium, casting prismatic shadows across the grinning faces of Aritimi’s sisters.
“There!” Artemis murmured. “That’s the spirit.”
Zara watched Pixie’s climax with a mixture of horror and fascination. The creature nestled between her own thighs mirrored its companion’s fervor, its tiny tongue flickering against her clit with relentless precision.
Every nerve screamed. Resistance was futile, a crumbling dam against a rising tide. Her own thighs trembled violently, no longer straining to clamp shut but shaking helplessly open. The cool chamber air felt like static against her slick skin. The Lickling on her nipple intensified its suction, pulsing in sync with the frantic rhythm below.
A choked gasp tore from her throat; half-protest, half-surrender. Her vision blurred, narrowing to the pulsing pink light of the creature working her. Her hips bucked once, twice against the air, seeking friction that wasn’t there, yet the sensation built relentlessly.
Beside her, Pixie gasped, shuddering through aftershocks. “Whoa ... that was ... whoa,” she panted, hair dimming to soft pastels. Her Lickling detached, leaving her glistening and trembling.
Artemis chuckled softly. “Good girl.”
Zara’s world narrowed to the insistent thrum vibrating through her core. The Lickling’s tongue flickered against her clit with maddening rhythm, each stroke sending jagged sparks up her spine. She tried to recoil, but her body betrayed her, hips lifting fractionally towards the creature’s ministrations.
A low groan escaped her lips, drowned out by Pixie’s breathless giggles nearby. Her own Lickling clung fiercely to her nipple, its suction a counterpoint that anchored her in the storm of sensation. Resistance felt like a distant memory, washed away by the tide pooling hot and slick between her thighs. Her fingers, which had been clenched into fists, uncurled limply against the cool stone floor as the climax hit her.
Once both pupils climaxed, Aritimi sent the colorful creatures back and let the girls rest for a little bit.
“Alright. Break is over. Let’s move to the next partners.” Aritimi announced, and two portals, one golden and one silver, ripped open in the air.
The golden opened first. Through it stepped a tall, radiant figure with the upper body of a lean satyr woman and the lower body of a muscular horse. Her fur shimmered like liquid gold, and a spiraling unicorn horn crowned her forehead. Long, curly hair fell down her shoulders in a cascade of silvery-white strands streaked with pastel tones.
Her full, and abnormally firm, breasts were crowned with rosy nipples that had a strangely vivid pink tone. And between her legs, a horsecock swung with each step she took. The size was closer to human size than that of a horse, but it was big regardless.
Her hooves clacked lightly on the floor as she bowed.
“I am Veloria, of the Unicorn Satyrs’ tribe,” she said in a melodic voice that seemed to ring with gentle laughter.
Pixie’s eyes practically turned into stars. “You are so pretty! You look like a dream!”
Veloria smiled warmly. “And you, small one, are a burst of sunlight. I think we will get along perfectly.”
“Ah, she is one of my rarest and cutest catches,” Artemisca looked at the creature in awe, just like Pixie.
Before Zara could make a comment, the silver circle flared to life.
The creature that emerged had the graceful frame of a centaur, but her body was not just equine; it was that of a Pegacorn, complete with vast feathered wings and a sleek, silvery coat that shimmered with faint blue undertones. Her human torso was strong and athletic, with melon-sized, gravity-defying tits. Her human part’s skin was pale with a faint opalescent sheen.
A long mane of snowy hair framed her stern but beautiful face, and a single glowing horn extended from her forehead.
She was also a futanari, but her horsecock was hose-sized, unlike the Satyr’s.
“I am Astrela, of the Celestial Herd,” she declared, her voice calm and commanding. “Who among you is my partner?”
Zara raised a hand slowly. “That’d be me, apparently.”
Astrela’s piercing blue eyes softened. “Then steel yourself, hunter. I do not temper gently.”
Zara muttered, “I didn’t think you would.”
“I caught her, so trust me, she is pretty wild once she gets into action. You are in for a ride,” Artemisia said from the side with a wink.
Pixie, meanwhile, was already circling Veloria in awe. “Look at your hair! It’s like moonlight frosting!”
Aritimi smirked and gestured toward the beds. “Pair up and let’s fuck.”
Pixie and Veloria walked to one of the beds.
“I think it would be easier just on the floor,” Zara said and knelt beside Astrela, reaching for her cock.
“Hmm, your hands are so soft,” Astrela purred as Zara’s fingers brushed her smooth, warm shaft. The Pegacorn’s horsecock pulsed against Zara’s palm, hot and heavy, thick as a forearm. Zara swallowed, focusing on the task. She wrapped both hands around the base, slick with Astrela’s pre-come.
“Don’t be gentle,” Astrela warned, wings rustling. “I’m not fragile.”
Zara tightened her grip, pumping slowly. Pre-come slicked her palms. Astrela shifted her weight, hooves scraping stone. “Faster,” she commanded, voice low. Zara obeyed, her hands working rhythmically. Astrela’s breath deepened, her horn glowing faintly. “Good. Now ... deeper.”
Across the room, Pixie giggled. She knelt before Veloria, fingers tracing the satyr’s golden fur. “Your skin feels like warm honey!” Veloria chuckled, a soft chime. “Your enthusiasm is ... refreshing.” Pixie leaned in, pressing her lips to the base of Veloria’s smaller horsecock.
Veloria gasped, her tail swishing. “Oh! You are eager.”
Pixie grinned up at her. “Always!” She traced the satyr’s shaft with her tongue, tasting salt and something floral.
Veloria shuddered, her golden fur rippling. “Careful, little sunbeam,” she murmured, her horn pulsing softly. “I might...” Her words dissolved into a low moan as Pixie took the tip into her mouth, sucking gently. Veloria’s hands settled on Pixie’s rainbow hair, fingers tangling gently. “Yes ... just like that.”
Meanwhile, Zara took the equine shaft into her mouth. The sheer size forced her jaw wide, stretching her lips taut. Astrela’s cock tasted like rainwater and lightning; clean yet charged. Zara gagged as the thick head nudged her throat, saliva slicking her chin. Astrela watched impassively, wings shifting like sails catching wind.
“Deeper,” she commanded, her voice echoing faintly off the walls. Zara pushed forward, suppressing her gag reflex. The Pegacorn’s musk flooded her senses, primal and undeniable. Astrela’s hips began a slow, inexorable thrust.
Pixie giggled around Veloria’s shaft. “Mmmph, you taste like sunshine!” she said, pulling back slightly. The Unicorn Satyr’s golden fur shimmered as she chuckled.
“And you, little spark, feel like pure joy.” Veloria’s hands tightened gently in Pixie’s hair, guiding her rhythm. Pixie’s eyes sparkled as she took more, her cheeks hollowing with effort. Veloria’s tail flicked happily. “Oh, yes ... just there.”
“Enough foreplay,” Astrela moaned as Zara sucked on her cock’s head. “I want to be inside you.”
“Just a sec,” Zara held up a finger and began to focus her power. A few seconds later, her hair switched from brown to neon pink, and a pair of cat ears manifested on her head, while a pink cat tail sprouted from her behind.
“My body is ready. Nya!” Zara meowed and then turned around on all fours, presenting her ass to the Pegacorn Centaur.
Astrela’s nostrils flared at Zara’s feline transformation, her horn crackling with sudden blue static. “A cat girl transformation?” she mused, her hoof scraping impatiently against the stone. “Intriguing.”
Without preamble, she gripped Zara’s hips, her touch surprisingly cool despite the furnace-heat of her cock, and surged forward. Zara gasped as the immense shaft stretched her, a blunt, relentless invasion that burned away any lingering thought.