Fenwa Danceress Nontransparent Green
Created by Starfighter ; inital reference made by ryuu1ch1.
This is a Fenwa. Fenwas are the females of the Fennekim people. As you may guess, they're fennecs.
The fennekim people ( whereof the males are called fennekim, too ; refer here to the word usage "the empire of man" which includes both men and women ) are short, from a human point of view.
Males are about 1,2m or 4ft tall, the females are up to a foot shorter, that is, 90cm / 3ft is considered the short end for a fenwa.
Further details about the fennekim people can be found accompanying their species reference sheet:
https://www.weasyl.com/submission/808560/the-fennekim-people
The fennekim people provide the bulk of the civilian population of the Allied Sultanates, although the 2,4m / 8ft tall amazonian zebra-mares - who are the original founders of the Sultanates - are physically much more prominent. You'll find more about the amazones in their own place.
Fenwa's might not be as curvy as the 8ft tall amazones.
And with their 3 to 3.5ft height they are far from the size of the ladyzebra-knights.
However, never even think of belitteling a fenwa.
You may joke about her height, for, it's a fact that they are short.
But the surest way to end up with a 10 inch steel needle in ones spine, or cut arteries in legs, neck and arms, or a steel wire around ones neck drilled in so tight as to strangulating slowly, but surely, is to repeatedly treat a fenwa like a child, or doubt her adolescence.
As it happens, amazones are taught from the creche up to treat fenwas as equal. Amazones have a very good survival instinct and make sure their offspring learns everything needed to survive...
Quite usually, before amazones are old enough to start weapons drill, where they train with other amazones and fennekim, they learn the art of unarmed combat.
You were invited by a friend for it was his special birthday, the age where a young fennekim male is
consdiered to become a young adult.
That you as a human lady were invited was, in a way, a method for the small fox to show off to his
friends:
"See, I could impress a girl that is sooo much bigger than me!"
But never would he or any of his friends mention such boasts to a female.
If, it be their shame and disgrace.
So, you sit there, on the terrace of his parents house, above the blinking stars of the nightsky, and
from below, where the gardens of the house are, the a nightingale sings.
There are many others around, just, you are the only human.
Two of your friends uncles have come on leave from the military, still wearing their drab sand
colored vests and scarfs, recognizable however even more, by having brought their comrade in arms
along.
And so two silent zebramares sit amongst those your friend calls family, their polished black leather
armors reminding you of what you read about corsets and lingerie in the library instead of actual
military gear. That they wear any clothes at all shows that they understand the importance of the
event and do not wish to distract the other guests from what is to come.
Fires burn bright in brass braziers, and bowls of clear water spiced with mint or lemongrass are
handed around, when the father of your friend, an old, grizzled fennec, steps out from the main
doors and knocks with his gold ringed hindpaw onto the sandstone tiles:
"Today, my eldest son is coming of age. You all know what that means.. well, all, except for you,
great lady."
And here he looked at you, bowing:
"So, let me mention it.. "
And there he coughs:
"At his age, a boy becomes a man in our culture, and that means that a ladyfennec from the guild of
courtesans will measure and judge him, so that when he will appear in the court one day as a full
adult, the ladies in waiting will already know something about him."
A sussurus of voices murmured assent and the old fennec bowed deeply to the females around and
nodded to the boys and men, before he went back, and closed the door.
Down in the shades of the garden, a lute started to play, a soft noise, starting as light as the wind at
dusk. Ears were perked and the fires in the braziers suddenly burnt down, only a faint glow
remaining in the from the embers.
"Aaahhhhs" and "ooohhhhs" ebbed from the guests and your friend, sitting beside you nervously
started to tick his claws against his prominent fangs.
And then, a harp joined the lute and a small red glowing spot appeared in the air, then two, three,
until hundred of small red glowing spots amplified the starlight, bathing the terrace into a vivid, but
soft, mellow low light.
A puff of smoke, right upon the large wine-barrel made a few people skitter and jump aside, but as
the smoke vanished, a silver white furred fennecgirl jumped down from the barrel to the floor,
making two sommersaults before landing almost noiselessly on the floor, only her rich golden rings
tingling.
Her silks, attached to some of those rings, where still running through the two sommersaults she had
made before they flowed to the floor at her feet.
Standing barely 4ft tall, she wore.. well..
Golden rings, and veils of sparkling silver.
Or was it mother-of-Pearl?
Her vestigal nipples vere visible, a rare thing to see, and each adored with a golden ring, whilst her
gently curved bosoms were crowned by a pair of rings each, one above and one below her teats,
guiding the silks that way that they did hide any bit of naked flesh. A veil hung over her head,
resting loosely over her almost obsidian black mane. Hiding her face, then again, none of her veils
really hid anything...
Wide rings rested around her waist, holding silks serving as loinclothes, and on her arm, wrists and
tighs likewise rings shimmered through her fur, holding more silks that followed her motions like
the wind.
She stood still, like a stature, her eyes locked on your friend, who tried to look ..
You'd say "Cool, calm and serene".
It was neither.. rather it looked like a little boy at christmas.
With the harp picking up a slow steady melody the danceress started to move. swift motions in one
direction, sending her silks flowing, yet she flowed out from under them in a totally different
direction
She pirouetted around your friend, and around you and two more close by sitting friends, too.
Silks touched your skin and you saw that one of the other young fennecs tried to grab one of them,
to be rebuffed sternly by his uncle - Patience it was.
One had to wait for the danceress to make her dance.
The music became more viguros, and would you know of visualizations like some computer
programs make from music, you'd have noticed a certan correlation to the danceress moves, to the
ways her silks moved. She let them paint circles, only to jump through them, often coming
dangerously close to one or the other. One of the elder fennecs followed the danceres moves with
his eyes and ears only, but not even his nose twitched when she sommersaulted straight over him,
and you are sure that her bellyfur must have touched his nose.
But the music played on, and she twirled away, stopping , and then with a flowing gesture she
pulled away one of her silks, and then it flowed through the air to land in the oldsters lap.
He bowed deeply to her and admiring murmurs rose to the skies.
For it meant that the danceresss was impressed with his selfcontrol, gifting him one of her silks that
carried her scent, and thus, for a fennec, a lot of personal memories.
On, ever on she danced, your young friends head following her whereever she went and one time
you placed your heavy hand on his shoulder when she rolled over the floor before him, her legs
spread and offering him a ... very inviting view and scent. Yes, your friend was drooling by now, for
the athmosphere was laoded with pheromones. some of the weaker ones retreated after being
advised by friends, one was silently knocked over and carried out. Here and there a silk did fly, to
reward those patient, to honor those that showed good judgement.
Faster the music went, ever faster, and by now all she was wearing were her rings and the silk that
covered her groin.
Your friend shivered, panted.
Most likely, he was short of exploding sexually.
And then , the little red lights vanished, and the last embers in the braziers died away, the music
faiding to a last, single, wailing note, and she stood before your friend, slowly pulling her last silk
off, and then draping it around his neck, over his nose.
Like a drowning man gasps for air did he inhale her scent from the veil, and then she said two
words only.
First, she looked to all remaining ones, and with a soft voice, like a cymbal, said "Leave".
Then, incredibly more soft, she stepped closer, and wrapped her arms around your friends head,
pulling him to her bosoms, caressing his muzzle, licking his forehead, and said:"Come."
All that had remained so far stood up, taking the silks placed on seats of people that had shown
responsibility by leaving or helping others to leave, along. They would be faithfully delivered, for
no danceress would ever attend a festivity in the house of a silk-thief.
You, to, left the terrace, and when you closed, as the last one, for humans are incredibly slow from
the point of view of Fennecs, you heard a soft, lustful sob outside.
Inside, his father stood and smiled, looking up to you:"And when the heavens say he can, tomorrow
he will be be a man."
And this training is provided both by the males of their kind as well as by fenwas in the central towers of the amazones garrision-fortress, the princess palace.
This is a Fenwa. Fenwas are the females of the Fennekim people. As you may guess, they're fennecs.
The fennekim people ( whereof the males are called fennekim, too ; refer here to the word usage "the empire of man" which includes both men and women ) are short, from a human point of view.
Males are about 1,2m or 4ft tall, the females are up to a foot shorter, that is, 90cm / 3ft is considered the short end for a fenwa.
Further details about the fennekim people can be found accompanying their species reference sheet:
https://www.weasyl.com/submission/808560/the-fennekim-people
The fennekim people provide the bulk of the civilian population of the Allied Sultanates, although the 2,4m / 8ft tall amazonian zebra-mares - who are the original founders of the Sultanates - are physically much more prominent. You'll find more about the amazones in their own place.
Fenwa's might not be as curvy as the 8ft tall amazones.
And with their 3 to 3.5ft height they are far from the size of the ladyzebra-knights.
However, never even think of belitteling a fenwa.
You may joke about her height, for, it's a fact that they are short.
But the surest way to end up with a 10 inch steel needle in ones spine, or cut arteries in legs, neck and arms, or a steel wire around ones neck drilled in so tight as to strangulating slowly, but surely, is to repeatedly treat a fenwa like a child, or doubt her adolescence.
As it happens, amazones are taught from the creche up to treat fenwas as equal. Amazones have a very good survival instinct and make sure their offspring learns everything needed to survive...
Quite usually, before amazones are old enough to start weapons drill, where they train with other amazones and fennekim, they learn the art of unarmed combat.
You were invited by a friend for it was his special birthday, the age where a young fennekim male is
consdiered to become a young adult.
That you as a human lady were invited was, in a way, a method for the small fox to show off to his
friends:
"See, I could impress a girl that is sooo much bigger than me!"
But never would he or any of his friends mention such boasts to a female.
If, it be their shame and disgrace.
So, you sit there, on the terrace of his parents house, above the blinking stars of the nightsky, and
from below, where the gardens of the house are, the a nightingale sings.
There are many others around, just, you are the only human.
Two of your friends uncles have come on leave from the military, still wearing their drab sand
colored vests and scarfs, recognizable however even more, by having brought their comrade in arms
along.
And so two silent zebramares sit amongst those your friend calls family, their polished black leather
armors reminding you of what you read about corsets and lingerie in the library instead of actual
military gear. That they wear any clothes at all shows that they understand the importance of the
event and do not wish to distract the other guests from what is to come.
Fires burn bright in brass braziers, and bowls of clear water spiced with mint or lemongrass are
handed around, when the father of your friend, an old, grizzled fennec, steps out from the main
doors and knocks with his gold ringed hindpaw onto the sandstone tiles:
"Today, my eldest son is coming of age. You all know what that means.. well, all, except for you,
great lady."
And here he looked at you, bowing:
"So, let me mention it.. "
And there he coughs:
"At his age, a boy becomes a man in our culture, and that means that a ladyfennec from the guild of
courtesans will measure and judge him, so that when he will appear in the court one day as a full
adult, the ladies in waiting will already know something about him."
A sussurus of voices murmured assent and the old fennec bowed deeply to the females around and
nodded to the boys and men, before he went back, and closed the door.
Down in the shades of the garden, a lute started to play, a soft noise, starting as light as the wind at
dusk. Ears were perked and the fires in the braziers suddenly burnt down, only a faint glow
remaining in the from the embers.
"Aaahhhhs" and "ooohhhhs" ebbed from the guests and your friend, sitting beside you nervously
started to tick his claws against his prominent fangs.
And then, a harp joined the lute and a small red glowing spot appeared in the air, then two, three,
until hundred of small red glowing spots amplified the starlight, bathing the terrace into a vivid, but
soft, mellow low light.
A puff of smoke, right upon the large wine-barrel made a few people skitter and jump aside, but as
the smoke vanished, a silver white furred fennecgirl jumped down from the barrel to the floor,
making two sommersaults before landing almost noiselessly on the floor, only her rich golden rings
tingling.
Her silks, attached to some of those rings, where still running through the two sommersaults she had
made before they flowed to the floor at her feet.
Standing barely 4ft tall, she wore.. well..
Golden rings, and veils of sparkling silver.
Or was it mother-of-Pearl?
Her vestigal nipples vere visible, a rare thing to see, and each adored with a golden ring, whilst her
gently curved bosoms were crowned by a pair of rings each, one above and one below her teats,
guiding the silks that way that they did hide any bit of naked flesh. A veil hung over her head,
resting loosely over her almost obsidian black mane. Hiding her face, then again, none of her veils
really hid anything...
Wide rings rested around her waist, holding silks serving as loinclothes, and on her arm, wrists and
tighs likewise rings shimmered through her fur, holding more silks that followed her motions like
the wind.
She stood still, like a stature, her eyes locked on your friend, who tried to look ..
You'd say "Cool, calm and serene".
It was neither.. rather it looked like a little boy at christmas.
With the harp picking up a slow steady melody the danceress started to move. swift motions in one
direction, sending her silks flowing, yet she flowed out from under them in a totally different
direction
She pirouetted around your friend, and around you and two more close by sitting friends, too.
Silks touched your skin and you saw that one of the other young fennecs tried to grab one of them,
to be rebuffed sternly by his uncle - Patience it was.
One had to wait for the danceress to make her dance.
The music became more viguros, and would you know of visualizations like some computer
programs make from music, you'd have noticed a certan correlation to the danceress moves, to the
ways her silks moved. She let them paint circles, only to jump through them, often coming
dangerously close to one or the other. One of the elder fennecs followed the danceres moves with
his eyes and ears only, but not even his nose twitched when she sommersaulted straight over him,
and you are sure that her bellyfur must have touched his nose.
But the music played on, and she twirled away, stopping , and then with a flowing gesture she
pulled away one of her silks, and then it flowed through the air to land in the oldsters lap.
He bowed deeply to her and admiring murmurs rose to the skies.
For it meant that the danceresss was impressed with his selfcontrol, gifting him one of her silks that
carried her scent, and thus, for a fennec, a lot of personal memories.
On, ever on she danced, your young friends head following her whereever she went and one time
you placed your heavy hand on his shoulder when she rolled over the floor before him, her legs
spread and offering him a ... very inviting view and scent. Yes, your friend was drooling by now, for
the athmosphere was laoded with pheromones. some of the weaker ones retreated after being
advised by friends, one was silently knocked over and carried out. Here and there a silk did fly, to
reward those patient, to honor those that showed good judgement.
Faster the music went, ever faster, and by now all she was wearing were her rings and the silk that
covered her groin.
Your friend shivered, panted.
Most likely, he was short of exploding sexually.
And then , the little red lights vanished, and the last embers in the braziers died away, the music
faiding to a last, single, wailing note, and she stood before your friend, slowly pulling her last silk
off, and then draping it around his neck, over his nose.
Like a drowning man gasps for air did he inhale her scent from the veil, and then she said two
words only.
First, she looked to all remaining ones, and with a soft voice, like a cymbal, said "Leave".
Then, incredibly more soft, she stepped closer, and wrapped her arms around your friends head,
pulling him to her bosoms, caressing his muzzle, licking his forehead, and said:"Come."
All that had remained so far stood up, taking the silks placed on seats of people that had shown
responsibility by leaving or helping others to leave, along. They would be faithfully delivered, for
no danceress would ever attend a festivity in the house of a silk-thief.
You, to, left the terrace, and when you closed, as the last one, for humans are incredibly slow from
the point of view of Fennecs, you heard a soft, lustful sob outside.
Inside, his father stood and smiled, looking up to you:"And when the heavens say he can, tomorrow
he will be be a man."
And this training is provided both by the males of their kind as well as by fenwas in the central towers of the amazones garrision-fortress, the princess palace.
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