Fools Rush In
Fools Rush In
By Kevian August
*Summary*: When cute little foxes wander off into unknown areas, they may meet the owner and his wrath
*Rating*: NC-17
*Warning*: This story contains sexual material of an adult nature, including non-consentual sex between two MALE feral (non-anthromorphic) animals. Read at your own caution and if you are below the age of 18 you should not read this story, and if you aren't then I the author can't be held responsible by parents, guardians, schools, law enforcement, etc. for the person reading the story.
*Disclaimer*: Mog © Mog the Fox, Vulpix © Nintendo and whoever else
*Other Notes*: I was pretty much given a general plot for this story, Mog's character being sexually abused or whatever by a male Vulpix
*Originally Finished*: 09-27-02
*Requested by*: Mog the Fox
*Thanks to*: To Trunksten and Bahamut Dragons for being my proofreaders. And to Spec-chan for being my Grammar Nazi and not only helping me correct grammar for the story, but spending a week going over and perfecting it. Plus he gave me a title for this story. ^_^
The wind blew softly through the trees, causing the rays of sunlight filtering through to jump around suddenly like scurrying mice when a predator is nearby.
One unlucky piece of light didn't get too far though, before its predator attacked it with a blur of reddish-brown that landed right on top of it.
The blur was found to be a small fox, who didn't look too much older than a cub, but was actually past that age quite comfortably. He was very well groomed, his fur soft to any that touched it, especially the long and full tail that hung behind him, swaying back and forth in a constant state of excitement. This very cub-like appearance and his overly-curious nature, which was especially evident in those large eyes of his, had gotten him in quite a bit of trouble at times, especially amongst the other foxes his age. The thing they didn't know, though, is that he actually quite enjoyed their attention, for reasons he didn't even dare to try to understand.
The piece of light eluded the fox by suddenly slipping between his paws. The curious fox sat puzzled as he watched the bit of light he thought he had captured slip away. It wandered about for a bit, before finally coming to a rest. Satisfied, and with a happy sort of grin, he walked away with a slight spring in his step. He had, after all, just captured and killed a mysterious and fast-moving creature that could have been a great danger to someone.
He looked up after making sure the creature was dead, which it most certainly was, and realized that the surrounding trees looked very different than he was used to; they were too close together. This meant he had wandered off yet again to a new and unexplored area, away from his home territory. This didn't surprise him much though, as he had gotten quite used to doing things like this.
Most of the other foxes would have immediately started heading back home, knowing not to trust unexplored areas unless they are in a group. They had no idea what kinds of creatures could live there. But Mog, this being the fox's name, just continued on going deeper into these woods, letting his curiosity lead him on. He was a very brave little fox, or a very idiotic one, the line between the two being thread thin.
Mog was so lost in his need to explore this new area that he had failed to notice the slight smell coming from the surrounding trees. It was the smell of a predator's urine, signaling all those around that the area was owned by said creature. He also failed to notice the soft crunch of leaves as the owner noticed him and began to follow him, waiting for just the right moment. The right one for his attack, he thought with a soft grin.
The fox, though, did notice the lack of animals in this area. The lack of sound seemed to carry more volume than a valley full of foxes in mating season. If he had ever watched Old Westerns, or even read books he might have compared this place to a Ghost Town. However, being a fox, he had little (more accurately, no), experience in either. All he knew was that it felt like he was the only person in this area.
This of course just got Mog even more excited as his curious nature took over.
But just a moment later his nose opened to take in a breath, and flooding in came the smells of the surrounding trees, the smell of urine on them now standing out. This realization made him stop. The smell seemed to come from all sides, trapping him in its surrounding grasp. This both scared and excited him, not knowing what the owner of this area would think of his presence, or if he could get away before the predator decided to come back.
Both answers were answered quickly as he was hit from behind, sending him into the air slightly. Tumbling to the ground, he curled into a ball as the wind was taken from his lungs. Before he could even try to figure out what happened, he felt the offending paw hit him again. This time staying in place, for the most part because of his position. This just ended up making things worse for him, as the next blow just ended up coming even sooner and harder, causing his ears to ring and him to close his eyes as they blurred from the shock.
The hits just continued rocking his whole body, seeming not to miss a single spot, though they came too fast and too frequently to make out exactly where he had and hadn't been hit. All he could tell from the onslaught was that he seemed only to be getting hit by paws. He was beyond grateful that it was only that, and no teeth or claws were being used.
Even without the claws, the rain of blows quickly began to grow very painful, and he let out a pain filled yelp, then started to whimper pitifully. Surprisingly, this actually made his attacker stop, but he didn't know how long his reprieve would last.
After what felt to him like an eternity of waiting, he slowly opened his eyes letting his vision readjust. What he finally saw when his vision cleared sent a shiver down his spine.
In front of him was what appeared to be a large fox, though he had never seen a fox quite like this one. It... no, he had a large shock of hair between his two ears, large eyes that were similar to Mog's own, though the stranger's seemed to be menacing rather than cute, and a ruffled, almost tough appearance.
Then he noticed something else, which made him blink repeatedly. He thought his eyes must be playing tricks on him, but he still saw it. This fox-like creature had five large, curled up tails.
That was when he really knew he was in trouble. This "fox" was no fox at all, but rather the fabled Vulpix, a creature known for it's ferocity at anyone entering its domain.
The Vulpix just grinned in an almost evil fashion, noticing the look of shock come over Mog's face. He was actually starting to enjoy the intruders that wandered in, just so he could show his dominance over all of them. He didn't mind living alone, having learned early in life that if you trusted someone, they would eventually turn on you. His parents, seemingly loved amongst the animals where he used to live, were brutally killed by a gang of foxes that didn't like the way they looked and were afraid of the abilities they had.
So when he set out on his own, he had always scared off any nearby animals before they could get too close him. None stayed anymore. They all knew what he was capable of, though none of the ones who had faced him were exactly giving away details. The looks in their eyes showed anyone that saw them that they had faced something not worth fighting or talking about. Some even denied ever having met him. This just made the Vulpix happy, as it proved his methods were effective.
He looked at the fox again and it was his turn to be surprised. The look on the fox's face was not something he was used to, and he almost thought something was wrong with his eyes, much as Mog had just a few seconds earlier. Beyond the fear, which he was familiar and he enjoyed seeing, was a slight hint of... mischievousness? Even a sort of joy. He blinked a couple of times, and unlike the Vulpix's tails, the fox's strange expression did disappear. This left him wondering if what he saw was really just a figment of his imagination.
Mog just continued sitting in place, watching the Vulpix curiously and wondering what would happen next. He hoped the Vulpix hadn't seen his flash of curiosity though. He had gotten it under control fast, but he knew it could get him in trouble with the predator in front of him.
Vulpix finally resolved just to ignore what he thought he saw on the little fox's face, deciding to size up the invader. He had plenty of time, after all, and there was no need to rush things.
Slowly circling around him, the Vulpix began to look over the young fox, checking out every detail of his body, sizing him up, as he thought about what he should do first. He lingered a bit over the fox's tail, amazed at its fullness. He gave it a soft touch with his paw, admiring the softness. He definitely was going to have fun with this one.
Mog just sat, still confused, especially at the paw on his tail and the tingles that it was causing to reverberate down his body. He knew the danger he was in though, and despite his foolish way of getting into this mess, he knew what he had to do to get out. Slowly getting up from his sitting position, he stood on all fours. The Vulpix expected resistance, waiting for Mog to try to run. Chasing after his prey was, after all, half the fun, he thought darkly.
To Vulpix's surprise, Mog did not run, or even take a step for that matter. With one quick movement, Mog lowered his head and raised his rump slightly, at the same time wrapping his tail between his legs. It was a sign of submission to a captor he once saw one of his friends use. He didn't know why it worked for her, and he hadn't really stayed around to watch, too scared to stay near the adult who seemed to want to punish them. She came back safe, if a bit sore, and with a happy expression he couldn't understand. She never explained what happened, but he assumed it had something to do with the weird smell he smelled on her all day.
While Mog relived those moments in his memory, the Vulpix just stared, shocked. This fox was quite obviously offering himself to him, despite the position of the tail, which he explained away as a case of nerves. In light of this unexpected change of events, he began to rethink his strategy. He wondered if this was some kind of a trick to make him let down his guard.
Slowly and cautiously keeping his eyes on the fox's muzzle and paws, knowing how much damage even a cub could do when in a situation such as this, Vulpix walked around to Mog's backside. He let out a big grin when the fox didn't react at all; not a whimper, growl, or anything. If he didn't know better, he would have thought the fox had died of fright standing like that. He did know better though, and the fox's chest moving in and out with breath shattered any other suspicions that may have crawling up.
Mog waited patiently for the Vulpix to do what he wanted to do so he could get away, alive and hopefully no more injured than he already was from the earlier attack. He began to think about those bruises, a dull drone of a sensation, just faintly alerting him that they were there, but no permanent harm done. He was about to smile to himself, pleased at his luck and quick thinking, when he let out loud cry, pain jolting through his body.
Vulpix grinned widely at the fox's reaction to what he had just done, thought it was barely noticeable through the red object now clenched in his muzzle. It happened to be Mog's tail, gripped tightly between his canines, slight lines of blood just beginning to show.
Mog cried out with pain again, as his tail was jerked out from under him and raised into the air. He had no will to fight the Vulpix's jaws and risk injury any further, and he let his tail hang limply with the Vulpix's movements. This wasn't what the Vulpix wanted though, seeing the tail drop slightly.
Taking another nip and pull at the fox's tail, he got the message across, and Mog held his tail up high. Vulpix let out a growl of victory; the equivalent of someone laughing after a troublesome problem was solved. Now the fun could begin, he thought darkly, as he watched the prize before him. He found he didn't mind the coppery taste in his mouth, and was growing used to it. He also found he didn't mind much where that taste came from, seeing deep bite marks now turning the fur on Mog's tail an even darker red at points.
Rising up on his hind paws, Vulpix walked closer to the fox until he was pressed right up against him, and then dropped down on top. Mog let out a cry, feeling the weight on his back, and began to realize the trouble he was in. He didn't know what that hard object he felt pressing against him near his tailhole was, but he knew it couldn't be good. Instinctively, he squeezed his eyes shut, waiting for whatever would happen next.
Mog didn't have to wait long before Vulpix started thrusting his hips, hitting his larger-than-average and quite erect six inch member against the innocent fox's back side, trying to reach the opening he so craved. After his fourth try he found it, roughly invading Mog's virgin tailhole. This rather proved Mog's theory that the hard thing was not good.
Several miles away from Mog and the Vulpix, a flock of birds rose into the air, scared off by a sudden loud noise: the scream from a young fox.
Mog's sudden scream just excited Vulpix more as he pulled back out until only the tip remained inside. He pushed back in as hard as he could, loosing another scream from the fox, not as loud as the first, but loud by any other standards. The Vulpix showed no mercy and continued his actions, if a bit slower and not as deep as he wanted, the virgin hole providing considerable resistance. He didn't mind though, as the tightness was invigorating, and it had been a long time since he had been able to find someone to mate with.
Mog though tried to focus on something other than what was happening to him, anything else, but with every thrust he was thrown brutally back into reality. He let out yet another noise each time, the sound getting lower and more strained as his voice began to hurt.
Wrapping himself more tightly around the fox, Vulpix began to slip in a bit easier and faster, a combination of the tailhole getting used to the foreign presence, Vulpix's own natural lubricant leaking from his member, and traces of Mog's own blood. Though still in more pain than he could ever remember, this did have the effect of easing some of Mog's burden.
Pushing in and out, Vulpix began to fall into a rhythm, fast and hard, but not yet frantic. He, after all, wanted to enjoy this as long as possible. Speeding up would shorten the experience greatly.
Despite his slower rhythm, it had been so long since he had been able to mate that the sensations were just too intense, and he found that it was already too late to slow down. His knot had already started to inflate, and he knew that he was going to cum all too soon. Admitting defeat to his own hormones, he began to hump at the fox's hole a little faster, but making sure not to push in all the way; only to the point where his knot smacked against the fox's rear. He was saving that for later, he thought, with an inner grin.
Mog, having gotten used to the more rhythmic thrusting, let out a new cry of surprise at the sudden change before becoming quiet again. He too had been defeated by Vulpix's hormones.
Vulpix, feeling his knot was almost fully engorged, inflated to almost 2 inches in diameter, decided he could not waste any more time. With a hard thrust, he sent the knot inside the young fox, forcing it open much wider than it should have ever been. Luckily for the fox, this took less than a second, and they were soon locked together.
Mog tried to cry out, but his voice too strained now, and began to whimper at the pain. It was quickly over, and he suddenly felt even more filled than ever, a greater length and width than before now filling his anal cavity. This surprised him actually, since it wasn't such a bad feeling. In fact, it was actually quite pleasurable in a strange way. The pain seemed to provide a sharp contrast, enhancing the pleasure, and causing the two to seem to bleed into each other. It confused the fox greatly as he tried to figure out how he felt.
The Vulpix could guess how Mog was feeling. He loved how the fox felt below him, how he whimpered with every thrust, and how tight he was, tighter than any other male or female he had mated with. The smacking of his balls against the fox's own even excited him now; the sound was a thrill.
He felt himself about to go over the edge and began to nip at the fox's neck roughly, but not enough to pierce the skin, leaving trails of saliva in Mog's fur. Suddenly he knew he couldn't hold back any longer, as instinct took over. He humped frantically at the fox's hole, trying to get all the stimulation possible despite the limited movement he had, thanks to the fact he was tied with the fox. Suddenly, it was time. He felt himself release a shot of his seed deep into the fox's bowels, a loud cry tearing from his throat. This first shot was followed by a second, then a third, all the way to six times.
Reeling from his incredible orgasm, Vulpix suddenly collapsed on the fox beneath him. He expected now for the fox to collapse too, but he didn't. The fox, surprising both of them, held his position, despite the weight in his back. Mog felt like his knees would collapse any at second with the weight bearing down on him, but he felt something deep inside that told him he was supposed to stay where he was at. Vulpix was quite surprised at this show of strength and was starting to grow angry at the fox's seeming resolve, when he realized the meaning of this. It suddenly dawned on him that Mog's lack of movement was a sign of a good submissiveness. Vulpix laughed silently to himself, wondering where this fox had learned this trick and if he even knew what it meant. This fox was proving more interesting than he had dared imagine.
He was distracted from his thoughts when he heard a wet slurping sound coming from between his legs. He realized glumly that all that thinking had let his knot deflate and his member was beginning to slip back into it's sheathe. He had been hoping to pull out roughly, like he had done with the other animals that intruded on his home. It gave him great pride to cause more pain when they thought it was finally over.
Climbing off of Mog, Vulpix smiled softly to himself, an alternate plan coming to mind. It was something he had only dared to do with two others.
Mog, on the other hand, was still lost in thought. His mind was focused on the warm feeling that stickily coated his insides. He had never felt such a feeling before, and it only added to the pleasure he experienced when Vulpix's member entered him. He began to wonder why something so pleasurable was thought of as a punishment. He wasn't about to ask Vulpix though. He was afraid of angering him, and also afraid he'd not be taught anything about the strange things that had happened to him. His curiosity was getting the better of him even no. He was so lost in his thoughts that he didn't even notice Vulpix's member exiting him until he felt a slight chill on his violently opened hole.
With a slight tilt of the head, he looked at Vulpix wondering what would happen to him next. Suddenly, Vulpix began to slowly walk back into Mog's field of view.
Vulpix bent down slightly, his nose was touching Mog's, then motioned forward slightly, right at Mog's neck. Noticing the slight flinch, Vulpix chuckled softly. He'd accomplished what he'd hoped for and made Mog think he was going for the kill shot. He grinned even wider at the surprised look on Mog's face as, instead of biting, he gave a gentle nuzzle, indicating Mog should raise his head. He thought briefly of how cute this fox happened to be, especially the way his face now was showing confusion. Those large, almost sparkly eyes seemed to strike something deep in him, as he began to wonder what kind of beast could hurt such an innocent such as this.
Then he thought darkly that HE was that kind of beast, and he didn't feel any remorse for it. The last part was what amazed him the most, but he decided not to focus on such thoughts, and instead forced himself back into the state of mind he needed. It was quite easy for him actually, being so used to being that way.
Vulpix launched himself on to Mog's back once more, but this time it was in the opposite direction, and with a less steady grip thanks to the weird angle he had forced himself into. Mog just stayed stone-stiff in confusion and fear as his vision was taken over by Vulpix's underside. This provided an ample view of his genitals and sheathe, including the glistening piece of dark pink meat that was poking out and quickly growing larger. Mog wondered if Vulpix was going to pee on him. He'd not seen anyone extend out of their sheath like that unless they were planning to urinate. Suddenly, he realized this must have been thing that had entered his tailhole, and he wondered with an odd curiosity if the stuff he felt come out of it was urine. He also wondered why Vulpix was showing it to him. He especially wondered why it seemed to be growing, and when it was going to stop.
His wondering and worries were suddenly halted as he felt claws creating a quick, but deep cut along his side, making him cry out. It was a surprise for Mog, but this sudden cry was exactly what Vulpix wanted him to do. With a quick thrust, Mog's opened muzzle was filled with Vulpix's once again erect member. With a frantic motion Mog tried to move his head, trying to get the member out of his mouth in fear of suffocation, when suddenly he realized he could still breathe, though a bit little less easily. He realized with a sigh of relief that Vulpix's member had not gone in far enough to choke him, nor was it thick enough to hurt him.
Vulpix, however, had not worried about any such thing, knowing that neither of the animals he had done this with before had suffered any real physical damage from the act. The rest of it had not been as painless though, he remembered with a slight inner grin.
With that final thought, Vulpix began to thrust his member in and out of Mog's muzzle, much like he had done to the fox's tailhole not that long ago. This surprised Mog even more than when it happened to his tailhole. This time he not only did he feel it, though the feelings weren't as intense, but he could smell and taste it too. The taste was what stood out the most. It was slightly bitter, but not unpleasant, making him want to taste more of it, to figure out what it was. He did so, his tongue licking softly at the underside of Vulpix's member, the very one that had been in his tailhole not long before.
This surprised Vulpix greatly. The movement of the tongue enhanced his enjoyment greatly. He didn't know who this fox was or where he learned some of the things he was doing, but he was the best yiff he'd had in a long time.
Mog didn't even know why he was doing this, or even why he seemed to enjoy it so much, to give pleasure like this to someone, even if this someone was the same one that caused all the cuts and bruises decorating his tail and side. As he pondered all that, he managed to lick not the underside, but the actual tip of Vulpix's member. Mog felt astonished as he felt something wet and sticky come from there, something that on reflection was quite sweet. He had never tasted anything like it, and he quickly realized he liked it. He hungrily tried to get even more of the sweet substance.
Vulpix was now too deep engulfed in pleasure from the fox's tongue to even form a coherent thought, and thus didn't wonder much about how the fox had learned to do such a thing. He just focused on the pleasure and how it was quickly bringing his already over-sensitive member near another orgasm. It had taken much longer with the other two; all they did was try to fight it. They were unsuccessful of course.
Mog just closed his eyes, feeling his own pleasure from this and quite excited by the member's pulsing, despite not knowing what it meant. If he'd had a bit more experience, he might have realized just what the funny feeling he felt between his legs meant. He would have been quite surprised to find that his own member was following the same pattern as Vulpix's, including the throbbing, pulsing sensation.
Suddenly and without warning, Mog was rewarded for his pleasuring of Vulpix with a loud "YIFF" sound, followed by a splash of a warm and creamy substance hitting his tongue. Tasting it, he realized it resembled the stuff he had tasted earlier, but thicker. He had little time to ponder this, as another and another string of it came out, which he swallowed on instinct. The ripples of his throat set off the final burst of cum from Vulpix, who had finally run out of energy.
With a slight jump backwards Vulpix slowly slid out of Mog's mouth, taking special care since he had knotted inside of Mog's muzzle, like he had done with his tail hole. He was finally content with what he had done to the young fox and felt he could let him go now. With almost a hint of sadness, he approached Mog face to face and let out a low growl, ordering the fox away. Mog just stood still. Part of him was afraid this was some sort of trick so the Vulpix could punish him more, but a voice in the back of his head told him he just really didn't want to go. Vulpix, of course, did not know of either of these things. All he knew was that Mog was not moving, so he prompted Mog to leave again, a louder growl this time. Again, Mog held his ground. Vulpix's anger was growing now, and without even a thought he sent a paw flying into Mog's muzzle, sending the fox rolling into the dirt.
Ready to pounce at any second if Mog still refused to move, he suddenly saw something, something that made his mind freeze up and both his eyes and muzzle to open in shock.
In-between Mog's legs was his very erect member, throbbing gently and showing the tell-tale signs that it was very near orgasm. Vulpix had never seen anyone other than himself erect before, aside from the tip beginning to peek out a time or two, and when that happened it was always before Vulpix had done anything to them. He realized with a great shock that Mog had actually enjoyed what had happened to him, almost as much as Vulpix had enjoyed doing it to him. His mind went crazy once again trying to take in all of this; it felt like it would explode from the ever-growing shock.
Mog followed Vulpix's gaze and was shocked himself when he saw what his tormentor was looking at, seeing his own fully erect member for the first time. This broke Mog out of his frozen position as his unquenchable curiosity prompted him to move onto his back and use one of his paws down to feel this new part of him. With the gentlest of touches, his paw touched his member. He snatched his paw back almost immediately surprised at how it had jumped at the touch, and the moment of extreme pleasure the touch had brought.
Seeing the young fox touch his self for what looked like the first time, which it was, Vulpix was spurred into action. He too reached out a paw towards Mog's member, wanting to make sure it was real and test his own sanity.
Feeling the tip of it, he realized just how real it was, the red-colored rod throbbing in reaction to his touch. The rest of Mog also reacted, letting out a low murr in pleasure. Vulpix was too amazed by the situation to notice the sound, and continued trying to stroke the fox's shaft, amazed at how it felt against his paw and wondering how he had created such a thing. He even went as far as feeling the fox's fully engorged knot.
This was too much for Mog, and the simple, gentle touch sent him over the edge, bringing him to his first orgasm. His eyes closed tightly from the sensation and he let out a loud yip, his member pulsing and sending a long stream of cum into the air and splashing onto his belly. Two more warm spurts followed before he was empty, and he lay panting for a moment, ignoring his cum-soaked belly.
Moments later, both Mog and Vulpix looked at the puddle on the young fox's underside, sharing the same shocked expression, then looked at each other, both wanting an explanation for what had just happened. Vulpix was first to move though as he moved to Mog's side. After seeing what he had just seen, he decided he wanted to keep this fox, and he had to do something quick to make sure of that.
Raising a hind leg, he prepared to do the only thing he could think of.
Mog followed Vulpix's motions with his eyes, staring at his sheathe, the very tip of the concealed member beginning to peek out. He didn't have to wait long for something to happen. Suddenly a thin stream of liquid came out of Vulpix's organ and hit Mog's belly. Vulpix was urinating on him!
Vulpix sprayed his stream up Mog's belly, covering him in the heavy scent of his urine as it wetted down Mog's coat. He even aimed it towards Mog's head and muzzle, pleasantly surprised when Mog opened his muzzle slightly to lick at the fluid hitting his face, the stream flowing right inside his open mouth. Vulpix then quickly moved it back down the other direction, feeling himself start to run low. He heavily doused the fox's tail, and used the last of to cover Mog's sheathe, genitals, and surrounding areas.
Mog was taken completely by surprise at what the Vulpix had just done, but he enjoyed having the warmness soaking into his fur. He didn't really care for the smell or taste, but he didn't feel any reason to complain about it. Laying there, he realized exactly what Vulpix had just done. He hadn't simply peed on him. Vulpix had actually marked him as his property! A small smile came to him as he realized he actually didn't mind these circumstances.
With a soft whap to his side, Vulpix signaled Mog to get back up, and this time Mog did so, wanting to obey his new owner and master. Mog was so happy and lost in his own thoughts that he just followed Vulpix blindly. He was so distracted by it that, if not for the loud sound of a waterfall, he wouldn't have noticed he was near a lake unless he fell in. He wondered curiously why Vulpix had brought him to a lake, until he realized just how strong smell emanating from him was. Quietly obeying the implied command, he stepped into the lake, ducking under the water briefly to clean himself of most of the smell. He still knew it was there though; a reminder of just who had taken possession of him.
His errand at the lake complete, he once again walked with Vulpix, this time to a cave. It wasn't exactly a grand dwelling, Mog realized as he glanced around, but it was warm and, like him, it smelled of Vulpix, showing who owned it. For a moment he just stood there admiring it all, still lost in the shock and wonder of what had happened in less than two hours time.
Once again his daze was broken, but this time by a gentle touch telling him to lie down, which he did. He was surprised, even if he didn't show it, at what happened next, as Vulpix gently bathed Mog's fur with his tongue. This served to clean him, relax him, and finally help relieve the pain from the bruises caused earlier.
Vulpix himself was even surprised at the gentleness he was showing. It was very much unlike him, but he felt a need to take care of his possessions. Even if they included a young fox that had entered areas that did not belong to him. He focused on taking care of the fox that he had abused so badly, but he knew that when the time came he would once again take out what he needed from the fox. He would use him, claim him over and over, but yet when night fell he would hold him protectively as he was now, knowing that this fox would share his pleasure like none had before. He looked down at the fox and realized he had fallen asleep. He realized now just how very cute Mog was. With that last thought he too drifted off to dream... of pain and pleasure, and of punishment and love.