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It had taken some time, waiting for the right moment. An almost infinite amount of patience made sure he had gotten away without a single one of the males none the wiser. Even the smallest twig snap made the pack of alphas arose within a few seconds. They were extremely defensive of their property; whatever they decided was their property.

But never the less, the purple furred fox had made his way away from their cave they slept in without alerting even a one. There was little that captured his attention about being used day in, day out by the same group of wolves. No matter how much pleasure he derived from it, he was destined to find bigger and better things.

He moved quietly through the thick forest, the evergreen trees and bushes surrounded him on all sides. In one hand, it comforted him, but on the other, it made him weary. There were plenty of other creatures who knew the forest just as well as he did. The fox watched as a feral squirrel darted past him, climbing a tree and disappearing just as soon as he appeared. They were no cause of harm for him, but it seemed as though it was running from something. Perhaps...

The male stopped, resting part of his body against a tree, trying to block some of his body from view as a humanoid shape came into his vision. A few moments past, as he tried to make out the shape of the non-feral animal a few dozen feet in front of him. Eventually, he made out the animal to be another fox, much like himself. The fox was... confusing in shape. Covered in auburn colored fur and a small, man-like haircut adorned the top of the foxes' head. The animal had breasts, full breasts the size a woman who had recently given birth, but an inspection of her lower regions revealed that she indeed had a sheath and a hefty size of testies; the kind that looked as though they had been neglected for several weeks. The purple fox waited for the other red haired fox to pass, then a few more moments, and moved on. He believed she had not noticed him.

In all his years of exploring, since he had abandoned his pack and decided to see the world, he had never come across such a creature, nor heard of one. It was more strange than frightening.

He continued on his merry way, observing the slowly fading brush. There was a clearing far ahead of him, where the tree line ceased and a plain of tall grass covered his vision, in the place of trees. There were several of these on the edge of the forest, where the plains stretched out, and into trails made by other animals. Eventually, the plains met with a body of water, or another forest.

The purple male approached the tree line, gazing out into the plains. He watched the grass waver to and fro, a gentle breeze kissing the tips of the green waves. It was a moment of tranquility for the fox; he did not get very many of them. Sneaking from one place to another, eating what he could here and there, it felt less glamorous then what he had originally imagined. The world was a much different place without someone to provide for you, and if you have that for too long, you might come to expect it, or feel entitled to it. The male enjoyed figuring things out for himself, even if he had to skimp out on a meal here or there. It was better than being chained to a chubby husband. There were some foxes that preferred that lifestyle, but he was not one of them.

A sudden brush of the grass made the purple ears on top of his skull perk up. His eyes followed, gazing onto a single, extremely tall, brown bay horse. His chest was chiseled with the marking of muscle, his gaze hardened, ears perked. From the swath of bushes, that he had emerged from, several more horses came: a female, two small children, and a few more males. They continued on through the plains, and after a few minutes they faded back into the plain.

The wilderness wasn't completely filled with groups of horny male alphas looking to get their rocks off. There were families, clans, tribes, even small settlements of the more intelligent animals. There are groups of females who do the same as those males. The life of an animal was a constant fight; the severity of it is simply between a disagreement and a fight to the death.

The fox slowly edged his way into the plain, thinking of how the pack he left gave him a name. They usually did, in the few packs that tried to integrate him. He was surprised they were that civilized. None of them had the same coat color, or eye color. They must have met up, and decided to strike it out on their own, with like-minded friends. He wished he had such a group. There were few, if any, groups of submissive, reactive foxes he assumed.

He slowly laid down in the tall, wave-like grass and looked up to the sky. Perhaps he was too much of a dreamer. That's what his first tribe told him. His mother, a beautiful red fox, said that a lot as well. His father, a blue wolf, said he needed to work harder to help the tribe and find a wife. It wasn't that he disliked females, he just liked boys better. If push came to shove, he wouldn't mind settling with a woman, when he's old and can't explore anymore. But that answer didn't satisfy his parents. Perhaps that's why he left. The shackles of what's expected of him were too much for the poor, little purple fox.

His eyes slowly drifted, fluttering to close. The fox was so tired; he had stayed up all night with those wolves. They had quite good conversations, and sometimes they would nonchalantly make the fox suck them off, while they spoke of the inner politics of the wolf packs around the areas. Sometimes he listened, sometimes not. He liked the red wolf the most; he seemed the most affectionate out of the bunch. Sometimes he would give the other wolves a growl if they moved to touch the fox while he was sleeping. He was the one on guard when he slipped away. The fox wondered if maybe...

His eyes shot open, voices filling his ears as they perked. It was dark out. He must have fallen asleep in the plains. Oh, no. He slowly got up to his knees, keeping a low stance. The fox could see lit, bobbing torches in the far out background.

"Move, and be quick about it!" A raspy, deep voice yelled out. He could hear metal clacking against something, and the burning of a torch near him. How could he be so stupid? This was one of the hunting grounds for Orcs. The fox saw the light of a torch over the bushes from before, which covered the view line to the forest. He had time before they would reach him, to get back into the forest. The Orcs knew the wolves would attack them if they entered their territory, so they traveled the plains. He would be safe there.

He moved slowly through the grass, backing toward the tree line. Swiftly, the purple fox turned to see the tree line, where he planned to sprint.

Standing next to the trees were two wolves, one full white canine standing next to a blue wolf. They were from the pack that had him earlier. They were staring right at him, and he could have sworn they were smirking at him. The penalty for running away from your pack was slavery, full-on slavery, work-you-to-death-in-the-fields slavery. The fox slowly stepped back, away from the tree line. On the south side of the mile long plain was the forest owned by the felines. To the east, there was a lake with a pack of sharks and salamanders. To the west, was a path he had not traveled. He assumed the Orcs, and anything else he had yet to see lived there.

He heard horror stories from his tribe about how Orcs ate you, or dragged you down into their caves and worked you to death. The fox didn't know what the giant, dark green creatures did.

The fox was between a rock and a hard place, and no time left. He turned, watching as a party of seven foot tall creatures made it around the bushes. The torch shown light onto his feet, and he sat down in the grass, hoping that they wouldn't notice him. Purple against green, hardly noticeable, right?

There were eight Orcs altogether. One leader, with metal greaves covering his legs, and nothing on his completely ripped chest held the torch in his hands, looking in the opposite direction of the fox, shining the light the other way. Behind him were seven Orcs slightly shorter, but still massive, following. The leader had a spear in his other hand, a shredded iron tip on the business end, and a shield on his back. Each of the Orcs had their own weapons of choice, two handed swords, axes, battle hammers and some unidentifiable weapons.

After a few moments, the leader turned his head right in his direction, his light shining onto the fox's face. His blue pupils shrunk to the size of buttons.

The medieval band stopped in their tracks. The leader turned his powerful body toward the fox, and walked toward the feminine shaped male, observing his features with a cold, emotionless gaze of red eyes. A war Mohawk stood uptop his head; maroon war tattoos adorned his face, around his eyes. Scars covered his features, some mild, and some gut-wrenching. If he didn't look fierce enough, a thick but short black beard covered his cheekbones. A maroon stripe of war paint went from his shoulder down to his waist. Hair covered his chest, a happy trail visible on his lower abdomen. His lips turned toward his eye skeptically.

"Well... it's just 'a wee fox." The war veteran grumbled. "Won't be good for the mines, don't got any meat on his bones."

One of the other Orcs piped up. "Wha-what bout, um, for fucking?"

"Fucking...?" He said the world as if it was foreign to him. "You wanna fuck 'em, Garz?" Some of the other Orcs chuckled.

Garz, an Orc with a steel axe in his holster, shook his head. "Well... no. But... someone else might want to!"

"Who's gonna wanna fuck a fox?!" The leader questioned, turning his body toward the doubting Orc. He was holding up the party. If they fell behind, they could get ambushed mighty quick.

"I-I dun know." He fell back in line, and the leader shook his head.

"Nobody, 'das who." The veteran took the torch away from the fox's direction and continued his party on.

The purple fox was glad for his smaller size for once. He watched each of the Orc party move on, toward the end of the plain, which curved up into high-hills. The male was unsure of what laid beyond them, but he figured he would find out eventually.

He looked back to the tree line, and saw the whole pack, all four canines. They weren't going to move from the tree line until the sun was over the horizon; meaning he had enough time to get into feline territory. Thinking that no other Orc raiding pack would take an interest in him, he began moving toward the other tree line. He would risk getting spoken of and possibly considered for the mines if the wolves didn't get their paws on him.

The purple fox stood to his feet and began a light run toward the tree line. The grass was a dark sea now, motionless, save for the occasional Orc party sweeping the plain. His slightly bony arms stretched out in front of his vision as his remaining adrenaline pumped through him. He was hungry, still, from going to sleep without eating. As he spotted a torch that was close to him, he paused. It was shown in his direction, and quickly sprinted towards him. He was assuming the Orc saw him running. Hopefully, he would see it was just 'a wee fox' and let him continue.

The Orc was much like the one he had previously encountered, but he only really got a look as he stopped a few feet in front of him, the light from the torch covering his body in brightness. His chest was only slightly huffing, and he had covered quite the distance in that amount of time. The male warrior was coated in thick muscles, probably made from constant physical labor, his appearance was a stereotypical thick head, testosterone filled alpha male.

"Why were you running, fox?" The black pupiled warrior demanded the answer from the fox, someone he had close to two feet on.

The purple submissive's chest was pumping out air, his muzzle slightly agape, his tongue lolling out just an inch or so. "I'm just-going towards, the-forest." He hoped this wouldn't last long.

The Orc had a large sword, the size of the fox, on his back in a holster. He was wearing two iron shoulder armor pieces, and a pair of brown trousers, with a little of iron chainmail here and there. The green male had a short, black beard, extending up to a much shorter Mohawk then the previous Orc had. Two teeth protruded out of his bottom lip.

"Ha. What's to stop me from dragging your girly ass to the mines?" The Orc was younger than the veteran he had encountered. He also didn't have the strange accent. He menacingly grabbed the foxes' hand, pulling the male close toward him, making sure he didn't think of running.

He looked up to the towering Orc, seeing a small glint in the males' eye. The purple fox could feel something tap his lower abdomen; it came from the Orcs' trousers. The male looked up into those black eyes with his gooey blue pupils, taking his free hand and freely pressing against the Orcs' happy trail, his furry hands felt slightly strange against his rough green skin. His tail flickered back and forth. The torch was just a few inches away from his face; its warmth licked his muzzle.

"It looks like you want to touch my girly ass." The fox blinked once, his paw slowly rubbing the Orc. He didn't know how convincing he'd be to the male, but he only had one thing to offer him. Hopefully the Orc society didn't allow him much time for release, and he'd accept a quick fuck for his freedom.

"Yeah, what of it?" The Orc let go of the fox's wrist, reached around and grabbed the fox's ass roughly. The fox let out a loud gasp, the green fingers felt like they had the strength to rip the cheek off. Then, he let go of it, blood rushing to the fox's now sore butt. "Turn and walk, foxy boy."

The purple fox paused; he didn't seem to be biting very well, maybe a nibble? The Orc didn't seem to have much patience.

"I said; go!" The powerful Orc pushed the fox's shoulder, perhaps a bit too hard, sending him spinning toward the ground. The fox slammed his chest into the grass, which broke his fall, kind of.

He groaned, attempting to breath after having the wind knocked out of him, slowly retrieving his bearings, as he heard the Orc step up behind him. He saw the torch bathe the area in light. In a moment, however, that light disappeared, the sound of water against fire behind him. He was coated in darkness, but still felt the presence of the male.

"For the love of Brute, you won't get me anything but a day in the mine myself." The Orc seemed displeased by his lack of strength. "Well, I'm gonna get something out of you, fox."

He slowly pulled his arms toward his chest, and attempted to push his way to his knees. The fox felt a heavy foot on his back, which he immediately went slack against. "Turn around, and lay."

The purple male listened, wisely, and turned onto his back, seeing the tall, dark figure standing in front of him. His sword was discarded in the grass, and in a moment his trousers were at his ankles. It wasn't hard to see at all, as his eyes adjusted and the moon shown some light.

His shoulder armor remained, but he was nude from toe to the tip of his Mohawk. His legs were hunks of muscled meat, thick and looked strong enough to stomp a steel chestplate into dust. The fox watched as the green member sprung to full hardness. He wasn't sure of the exact size, but that Orc had a dick in proportion to the size as the seven foot tall green male. It had the size of a horse cock, but the shape of a normal penis.

The alpha male approached the laid out fox, putting himself on his knees. "Come here, foxy." Both of his giant green hands gripped his hips, which is when the fox lifted his legs off of the ground. The Orc lifted his waist up into the air, leaving the fox's shoulder blades still on the ground, scraping against the grass. The male pressed his dry tip into his unprepared tailhole. It was the moment the fox grimaced, realizing he'd be doing this without a lube.

The green beast slowly sunk into his warm hole, penetrating him, every inch slowly pushing. The thickness got uncomfortable very quick.

The fox gasped and let out uncomfortable noises during the moments. The Orc continued until about half way inside of his fox hole. "Damn, boy, you're tight." He felt the massive tool slowly withdraw, and his hips, still gripped by the thick fingers, were launched toward the Orcs mouth. Only the tip of his head was still on the ground at that point. He felt those protruding teeth against his cheeks, and blood rushing to his skull. A thick, liquid covered muscle lapped at his rim.

"Oh..." He spoke aloud, relieved in more ways than one. The sensitive, nerve rich tail hole was pressed against with the Orcs tongue, wetting outside quite well. He could feel his tongue hit some of his fur as well. It didn't last long, as the male pressed his cheeks in between his foxy ass, and dived his long tongue inside of his ass. Several large drops of saliva dropped into his hole, and the tongue acted as a brush, coating the walls of his anus with the thick liquid. It was a lot thicker than his foxy saliva, it felt like animal fat, which worked like a charm.

It didn't go on for very long, perhaps the bare minimum that it had to. But the fox moaned quietly during the act, and no matter how indifferent the Orc acted, he seemed to linger for a few moments the louder he made the noises.

This time, he let the fox lay completely on his back. "Put those ankles behind your ears." He grumbled out, and the purple fox pulled his legs to his chest, wrapping one arm around them. His nutsac sat out of the legs, and his semi-erect member flapped onto his sac. The fox's tailhole was plainly visible, glossy from wetness. The Orc shoved his tip into his hole swiftly, which his anus walls welcomed. There was a small burn, as he pressed his entire shaft inside of the 'wee fox'.

The green alpha watched pleasantly as the thick base of his cock pressed into his pretty foxy's ass. He adjusted, pressing his chest into the back of the fox's legs, putting both of his hands between his head. The Orc looked directly into the fox's gooey ocean eyes and began bucking his hips into his tailhole, fucking his little toy roughly.

The fox's groin grew to a full erection, and tapped against the Orcs abdomen every tip his hips dived in and out of his burning ass. His insides were on fire, a slow, slightly painful sensation followed every scrape inside of him. The Orc had not prepared his depths for this, and his cheeks were stretching heavily to accommodate such a large partner.

His pace increased, and the purple male began breathing heavier, moaning a bit louder as his thick cock began banging harder. A building release began in the fox's loins, pre-cum dripping down his legs. Beats of sweat dropped onto his furry legs, and the purple fox looked into the Orcs eyes for a moment, his black pupils widened, eager to rut him into the ground. Lust emotion consumed his vision, his eyebrows furrowed as he worked harder and harder to get himself off.

His orcish nuts slapped against his furry cheeks, as the dominating green cock thrusted into his body. The fox held his legs against his chest, softly howling with every swift movement of the massive member. His entire body shook back and forth against his strong Orc partner. His muscled hips slapped against his ass and legs, his green chest pressing against the purple furred legs.

An eruption came from the purple males' tip, boy cum spraying the Orcs chest and his purple legs at once. His body shook for several moments; a full body prostate orgasm rocked him. He perhaps yelped a bit too loudly, but he couldn't stop himself.

The Orc seemed encouraged to finish himself off as every moment grew. His thick, insensitive member fucked his tailhole for dozens of uncounted minutes. There was a quick, lusty pattern. His back would arch, and every inch of the Orc cock would retreat from his stretched hole, where if he paused, he would see a slightly gaping asshole. But he simply bucked his hips back inside. This friction had basically melted away most of the saliva, but there was still some wetness on the beginning of his tailhole rollercoaster, that the green alpha was certainly tall enough to ride.

His Orc balls slowly tightened themselves, and he rutted deeper into his abused hole, his cock seizing with release, cum pumping itself into the fox hole that he decided to hop into. He felt his seed slowly push its way out of the tailhole, and dripped down the fox's crack, coating the outsides of his slutty hole.

He could see the breaking lights of dawn begin to hop over the side of the earth, and knew the Orc wouldn't have much time before his parties abandoned him. "Well, little foxy. Thanks for the fuck."

The fox felt his burning hole empty quite quickly, and the Orc pulled his trousers on, grabbing his sword and sprinting off, the ground slightly shaking as he did.

The purple male let go of his legs, letting the sore muscles finally relax. All he had to do was reach the tree line that he was so close to, and the wolves would be out of luck. After a thick fuck like the one he just endured, he didn't feel like getting anymore penises inside of him for at least a day, or a half day. Maybe just a few hours, actually.

He moved one of his free hands to his tailhole, slipping a finger inside of his butt. He was quite filled with that horny Orcs seed. The fox stuck the finger all the way up, as far as he could fit it, and it was simply filled with the white, salty liquid. He stuck a second finger inside, and tried to dig it out for a few moments, but realized that it was a never ending leak. The male decided to deal with it, and stood, walking awkwardly toward the trees.

The purple fox made it into the forest, just as the sun cracked over the horizon. He let his paw softly rest against the bark of a tree. He was finally safe.

"Hey. Fox."

The purple male slowly turned his view towards the voice that came from deeper into the forest. It came from a feline, who had a magnificent mane, and yellow fur. He recognized his large claws and athletic body type. There were two more tigers behind him.

"What are you doing here?" He questioned. Foxes weren't quite accepted by the wolves, weren't quite respected by the felines either.

"Just... trying to survive." He couldn't say something truer.

"Hmph. Well, there's a toll to enter these feline woods." The lead lion got a soft smirk on his muzzle.

"I, uh, don't have any money." The fox felt a small amount of seed seep onto the ground behind him.

"Oh, how unfortunate. I can't allow you to enter without some kind of payment." Both of the other lions slowly stepped toward the fox, and the leader did as well. They closed the distance, and stood only a few feet away from the purple male.

"I could... chop some firewood for you." The fox offered, but didn't believe they'd go for it.

"Hah, experienced with wood, are ya?" The second lion piped up.

There was obviously nothing going to get him out of this situation. "So, what would get me through the toll?"

"Well, I'm sure you could sell your little tailhole, but unfortunate for you, we're married men. But I have a great idea." The lions closed in on the fox.

A few minutes later, the fox was bound to a tree, his arms tied around the trunk and his ass flaunted in the air, still a little bit of orc seed in there. His tail swished back and forth, and the foxy boy sighed. "Fuck me."

"That's the idea." The leader of the pack chuckled slightly. "Don't worry boy, you'll be well on your way in no time. As soon as some generous soul comes along and pays your way in exchange for your services, you'll be free to go."

He was not well on his way, in no time. The fox spent the morning there. The lions tied him so they wouldn't have to constantly keep an eye on him, but it felt more like he had walked into what he was running away from.

Several hours past, and he slowly drifted in and out of sleep in that uncomfortable position. Several males came through, who declined to help the fox. They were either in a relationship or not interested.

"Hello, dear!" The lions greeted someone the fox could not see, and they approached the person.

"Oh, hello Jeff. Who's that over there? Some poor fellow who can't pay?" It was a female voice. He had hope, but he couldn't exactly see, as his ass was pointed in their direction.

"Yes, unfortunately. He's offering himself to whoever will pay the toll for him."

That wasn't the exact story, but the purple male would roll with it, if it got him out of this horrid position.

"Ah, I see." He heard leaves crackle and twigs snap, as the person approached him. He saw her red furred leg, and looked up as she stood in his view. It was the fox she-he the purple male had spotted yesterday. She was wearing clothes now, a dark red tunic that covered her breasts, and a pair of black trousers.

"Well, boy, mind if I purchase your services?" She had a serious look on her face; there was no playful smirk that he was so accustomed to seeing on those about to use him.

"If it gets me off of this tree, you can take one of my balls."

She chuckled darkly. "Oh, I won't need one of those." The female unbounded the fox from the tree, the rope he was tied with went slack. He pulled his back up straight, several popping noises followed. "Oooh, jeez."

The red female walked around the tree, looking to the lions as they watched for a moment. "Well, come on then." She beckoned the purple male to follow her.

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