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Birthday Gift - Zion Fox

The small villages scattered around the central provinces of the furry lands were not really well guarded. At times of prosperity, no one thought about maintaining more defence forces than a handful of militia to keep drunks and local argues in check. This day was just like the other, slow and peaceful. Perfect to have some fun - or so thought the slender fox that lived there in his cosy little hut.

Zion looked around the main room of his home and murred to himself as he evaluated the preparations. Everything in check - bed covered with silks and candles already filling the air with aromatic notes of honey and vanilla. He took a deep breath and felt how his tail raised excitedly. Or maybe was it the selection of toys that he prepared too? Gags and dildos only waited for a worthy paw to guide them down his muzzle and tailhole... oh that itchy and needy vent of his~...

He stepped from paw to paw, standing on his toes as his breath hastened. The hot date he was preparing for should be on his way. Without a second thought he dropped his skimpy underwear and kicked the panties aside. Stroking his sheath along the way as he padded towards the bed. To crawl onto it and lay his chest low onto the silks, while keeping his rear higher and his tail raised up in heat-induced tension.

"Let's make it more fun.. yes, he'll love it..." He thought to himself as his foxy paw reached for the soft cloth ribbon that he wrapped around his head and lowered down his eyes. Blindfolding himself and noticing how his canine cock brushed the bed's surface unexpectedly. "Oh... am I this hard already? First impressions, hah... Doubt if he resists to pounce me right up after entering... That sexy guy..."

Deep in thoughts, Zion laid down and waited in his explicit position. It went quiet all around suddenly, but he took it as the adrenaline rush making him hazy. Licking his lips hungrily when he heard the door opening rapidly, like someone kicked them wide open.

"Hello there, sexy... I've been waiting for you~." He spoken without even turning back, so sure about the security of his newfound playmate's company. "You want to be hard and brutish? Why don't you use that manly attitude on your lovely foxy?"

The offer sounded more than enticing. And the buff stray dog in a raggedy jacket had nothing against a sexy ass. He just took a look back to ensure that his group is busy with pillaging the villages goods and closed the door behind himself. But he did not spared a word as he went towards the bent ass and the sweet anal ring that gleamed from the oils that his prey applied mere moments before. A vile grin decorated his muzzle as he gripped the plump thighs of the fox and shoved his sheath against the slippery crack. Rubbing himself to achieve a full erection.

"Oh... so good... stick it in, boy! Don't give mercy to that hot foxy hole..." Zion encouraged and taunted him more, unaware of the big mistake he just did.

The knotty length grew as it bathed in the lubricant that covered the fox's taint and crack with a thick layer. Prodding at his anal ring and soon hitting the jackpot of his lusty needs as it went it. He wasn't the biggest of the lot, but enough to make the heated-up rear tense up and squirm from the intimate stretch and the snug fit of the knot that made it's way inside him right after. "He's been pent-up... poor guy." He thought to himself as he felt how hard and restless the shaft began to plug in and out of his tight tunnel. Cutting his breath short and making the bed squeal and creak.

"Yes... yes... paint your sexy little foxy ass... Mark me with your hot juice!" He yelped out as the energetic fuck turned into a hard pounding. A long lick placed on his back and the hot breath that descended upon his shoulders drove him mad with desire. Blindly tracing the bed's surface and looking for a big and detailed dildo that he could suck onto to mute his own lusty moans and spare himself some modesty.

The eruption of cum was really something. It did not took long for the dog to trigger his load and the waves of hotness began to fill his depths and stuck to the walls, making his muscle soft and limp. Even the firm spank that he received afterwards was yet another tease. "Nnngh... so hot... so much... Want me to clean that cock of yours? I like it hot and drippy..." He mewled and tried to lift his blindfold up, but suddenly a hand pinned his neck down the bed.

"Not so fast, slut... You got a lot more work to do, back at the camp!" The harsh voice yelled at him and brought a chill all over his spine. Ears perked and trying to pull out of the hard grip, but in the afterglow of hot anal filling he could not muster the strength. Feeling how the sheets of the bed wrap around him and get tightened on his back. He could feel how the couple of toys he prepared pressed against his body in the snug wrap of the cloths. This was going to be a rough ride...

***

During the way to the bandit camp he was carried all the way. Hauled over someone's shoulder but he felt how the raunchy males looked at his exposed bottom. All leaking with white streams and staining his thighs more by each unexpected spank that he received. Tensing and squeezing out more of the dog's cum. Once a while a finger or two pushed into him too and he couldn't do more than moan out quietly and listen to their talks.

"Cowards... all cowards. We took all they had with just our bunch. Not even a single one remained to defend his home, aside from this here little whore. Boss is gonna be happy about the gift be brought him." Spoke the one who carried Zion on his shoulder, before yanking his tail up. "Just look how tight he is... It'll take long before we make him loose. He's got some gentle muzzle too. Can't wait to see him swallowing my load."

"You had your fun already, dog! Better leave that virgin muzzle for the boss or you'll end up being bent over and fucked yourself!" Some other voice yelled. Deep and sounding serious. "Were home anyways, so you won't have to wait too long..."

Indeed they stopped. The knots that held Zion tied up loosened and bright light of the fireplaces blinded his eyes, not yet used to the light after the time spent in darkness. Held by two bigger males, he yelped and tried to protest when his wrists got tied together and his muzzle stuffed with a rag. "Let's see if the boss likes the loot."

Then the dog pulled on the rope and dragged him trough the camp. Zion looked to the sides and tried to hold his thighs together, but pushed around he had to walk, not to fall down. And by each step he felt the embarrassment of the eyes that laid upon him. Staring on the cum leaking down his legs and his bare body. Whistles of lust and mockery surrounded him, as well as the yells of the furry bandits all around. "New meat! Bring him here... We could use some hot ass." "What a cutie. Guess he loved sucking cock." Those and other shouts were thrown towards him up until they reached the big tent. The rope he was lead onto given to the big white wolf who sat over a makeshift throne. The leadership all gathered inside and staring at him as he was brought down onto his knees.

"Well, well... what have you brought me today, brothers?" The leader asked as he walked over to Zion's front and pulled off his leather groin armour. "Is that a hooker? Looks quite well and fresh. What's your name, you little trash?"

As the gag was harshly pulled from between his stretched jaws, Zion tried to speak, but as soon as his lips parted, a musky taste overwhelmed his tongue as the thick canine cock stuffed his whole mouth, starting to casually muzzle fuck him. Without a warning nor even any foreplay. Not a kiss, nor even a single tease. Like an object... a possession.

"Stupid bitch! You didn't really think I was curious about such thing? You're now just a slut, and by that wordy you will be referred to. If you serve well, we might even call you a 'good' slut. But right now you're barely an object. A loot we stolen from your village. What should we do with that sexy ass, my friends?" He looked to the sides, expecting his men to speak.

"Boys need some fun. Last female we had here got sick. We had to dump her near the nearby city. Poor bitch will get some sleep perhaps. But we are left without a good cum dump. This one will do." The dark brown horse spoken as they all watched their leader forcefully raping the fox's muzzle.

"Watch out, you little fuck! Bite me again and I'll make boys file those fangs flat and more fitting for giving safe oral!" The leader grunted, before giving Zion a harsh slap over his muzzle. "Give me some throat now, whore!" He yelled and pushed his mead balls-deep into his mouth, stuffing the tight throat of the fox and making him gag.

"Good idea, Sledge... But this one doesn't really look like enjoying it... He needs training and more cock that he could count. We have to make sure that he knows and loves the taste of thick spunk." The white wolf groaned and pulled his head back. "Oh yes... soft, luxurious muzzle and throat." He added as his rod began to pump Zion's muzzle full with wolf seed. A hand holding his nose shut and forcing him to clear his mouth or drowning in the messy load. "That's it... you'll learn to enjoy that soon. You'll be begging for cum. But then, we have to make sure boys know who you belong to..."

The pain of his head-fur being dragged around was irrelevant before the ultimate humiliation that he was about to experience. Still trying to clear his cheeks from the foul tasting cum a hot fluid rained down his nose and snout. The yellow streams washed down the sides of his muzzle and over his forehead. The other hand gripped at the corners of his mouth to force him open. Then the smell and taste hit him both at the same time, when the chilly air of the evening made the hot urine vaporise almost instantly as it made contact with his tongue. Engulfing his nostrils in a cloud of potent male scent.

With the cock-tip gushing like a fire nozzle stuffed into his mouth and then feeling how he's being forced to clamp around it, he had to swallow yet another load. This one was easier to gulp down as it was much more thin, but in the end, Zion could not tell easily what one out of two he would feel less repulsive. He swallowed. Slow and obediently, holding his eyes shut like he was enjoying it, but it was just the reflex that helped him keep his eyes clean.

The marking was over as soon as the alpha male emptied his bladder. Taking a deep whiff of the scent he smirked and pulled up his crotch-guard. "You belong to me now... They call me Snowpaw. And that's how you'll call your new master, my cock-sucking friend." He nodded at the two other armoured furs and sat down as they dragged him away. "Put him in the stocks and make sure not to let too many boys at him at once. The longer he lasts, the more fun we will have."

***

The first night at the camp was more than Zion could have ever expected from even the most raunchy partner. He had many of them coming and taking him as they stepped up and backed away one after another. They knew better not to anger the horse who sat next to the stock that he was locked into and overlooked the whole fun. Stocks made it easy for the fox, at least at the beginning. The bent-over position forced the bandits to take him one by one, at least in the ass. Raunchy, unkempt and lustful, each male knew just how he wanted to stuff that gentle butt and how to fuck him until another load made it deep into the canine body of his. Filling his guts and bloating his belly after the first dozen of boys came inside him.

His ankles tied up astray to make him spread open and exposed. The tip of his tail tied to the stock, right atop his head, so he could not even move it as he felt the incoming intrusions. Squishing inside him, despite how full and leaky he was already. Some of them liked is rough, but most of them just wanted to use some hot muzzle or tailhole to set off and empty their balls in a most pleasurable way.

The camp was dark. He could not see all of it, neither could he count the actual number of bandits that were there. It's hard to count how many times you've been claimed, when some dicks visited both his muzzle and ass. Some took seconds. Other enjoyed the presence of a bandit brother's cock squeezing right next to theirs when they double-penetrated Zion's mouth. Only a few were turned back from the stock. Those biggest guys. Boss knew just how to please them all, and wanted to keep him as tight as possible, leaving the big calibres for the last rounds.

When the night was coming to an end, it was the time for him to rest. Thrown onto the hay in a makeshift cage they built for him, he would have no stamina to even try and break the bonds that held his wrists tied on his back. His legs were free, but even the biggest effort from his side could not make that poor vent of his to tighten up completely. He was left gaping and oozing all of the mixed cum and not only. Both his buttocks were all sticky with dried cum. The stains of nasty smelling icing ran down his inner thighs and ended somewhere about the level of his calves. His belly and back soaked too. His lips, chin and generally muzzle wasn't looking better at all. With the grease-thick cum of some specific bandits, he learned to use the fact that some of them did not held back and flushed his throat with piss too. It helped him swallow. Humiliating as it was, the fluid urine washed the remnants of the big spurts from his flesh and allowed him not to gag. But there was a price to that too.

Since each time he held back the rape and made them wait, one or two shots of cum landed on his face and body. Even now his ear twitched as he felt the single, little dribble of white that landed over it's inner surface and glued his silky fur together.

"Mmmngh..." He groaned and tried to catch some sleep. The ball gag that he prepared for the fun with his date, now did not seemed so enjoyable to wear. It trapped his tongue and made it impossible to clean his gums. And there was still lots that he would most likely spit out if he only could. Trying to calm down, he shivered as he recalled the most memorable moments of the night. Stiffening and arching his back as the vile moments came back to his mind...

***

In his foxy dreams, he could see and feel all of those harsh moments to live trough them again. A number of moments that struck his sense of self-esteem hard and some that he found oddly enjoyable.

It all began with the first sloppy seconds he received. His muzzle was still clean, as the boys were still patient and willing to wait their turn at his rump. The jackal called "Dirge" was generous. Thou not as big as the others, his knot made a good job at heating him up and bringing him close to his peak. He injected a fine amount of cream into his doughnut. Made Zion's cock perky and shiny from the leaking pre that ran down his length when a stronger pound made him jump against the stocks. But it was the next one that really forced him past his limit. The mule that stepped up to him was not even half as thick as the horses that the fox observed during their baths back at the lake near his village, but he had a flare. That sexy, flat-tipped and wide cock-head went inside him and worked like a piston. Pushed the previous fill deeper and deeper. So hard and long, it make him straighten his back, not to have that cock grind too hard against his tunnel's soft ceiling. That was the first climax he experienced just by getting his ass raped.

The next moment he recalled was when first his tailhole welcomed more than one shaft. It started quite bearable. The team of ram and young bull decided to get some hot frotting fun, while inside his ass. Back then he was already out of the stock. Hanging tied up to the branch of the tree and standing on his toes as the coils held his arms up and his body vulnerable. First was the ram. Hauling his legs up and seating him onto his groin. Already hard and big for him, most likely must have jerked off before taking his turn. Zion cried out as he was placed onto the sky-pointed ram cock that forced his anal lips apart with just the help of his body's weight being pulled down by gravity as the ram let him slide over the spire of flesh. Looking him in the eyes and laughing at the big inflatable dildo that they lodged into his maw while it was out of use momentarily.

The butt came from the back, and before the sweet foxie could prepare, he felt another pointy dick ramming into him. They both groaned as one rubbed against another. Both in the hard squeeze of the lusty captive of theirs that pulsed all around them and squeezed his legs around the ram's waist, desperately trying to lift off of them both. Failing each time and only getting more of the stuffing grind from both thick lengths.

In the end, there was the memory most fresh and recent. Finally cut down from the rope holding him, he was given to the horse. Mostly all of them had a go with him, but the biggest of them all laid down over the sacks of looted goods and snorted, awaiting his bandit brothers to bring him his reward. Until then, Zion looked almost as miserable as he did when right before sleep. He was tired, all messy and dusty. His cheeks red from the bitch-slaps and his buttocks pulsing with tingling pain of the received spanks. This was his last go that day. Let to stand astray atop the horse with his cum-leaking ass turned towards his face and pushed down onto his knees, as soon as the fat horse member touched his entrance. Impaled and stretched to the verge of discomfort turning into a momentary pain. It was over soon, but his muscle still twitched and strained randomly as he got pulled back to lay against the horse. Filled like a thanksgiving turkey, he received slow all-around massage of his passage from the horse.

With a couple of unspent bandits around and mocking him with their degrading stares, Zion accepted his fate. Closed his eyes and tried to imagine being somewhere afar. Perhaps in a male harem, where he would be the royal guest taking pleasures from the beautiful men all around him. It made him feel better. Even the semen that splashed onto his open mouth and stuck out tongue did not tasted as bitter when in his mind, each cock he pawed-off with his own hands belonged to a beautiful guy with clean fur, smooth features of his muzzle and a warm stare, grateful towards him for being such a good plaything. The harsh grip that made his head pull back wasn't that bad when he imagined it's just another groomed and exotic looking male, that just doesn't know how gently he needs to be treated. He would teach him.. Teach him the gentleness of touch required with his lips and tongue. He sucked the slobbery dick with joy and care fitting for a mate receiving a hot oral courting. The treat came out on itself. There was no need to suck too hard. It just gushed onto his palate and flown out like a fountain of milk that he lapped at and drank from.

***

Days passed. Weeks, then months as Zion lived with the bandits at their camp. His fellow villagers never forgotten their friend, but it was already more than two years since they last saw him. Meanwhile, when the bandit clan travelled across the furry kingdom, a gossip started to spread amongst the trade caravans and between guard posts spread around the lands, about strange robberies. Dresses, decorations and even skimpy underwear with laced additions started to vanish along with the jewellery and valuables when the bandits raided a newfound village or trade routes.

"Are we ready to roll out?" The white wolf asked when he was given his spear and looked out in the distance, towards the peaceful village - unsuspecting and undefended.

"Just a moment, boss.. nngh.." Grunted the horse, pulling his pants up. The fox lifted himself from his knees and stood back up, wiping the corner of his lips. "Mm... now you are all set... until you want another one before you go, boss?" Zion asked as he turned around and padded closer to the bandit leader, stepping lightly in his feminine, airy clothes that left a lot of his bodily traits in the open. There was no sight of dirt on his fur, nor a single mark of being a slave to them. He wrapped his hands around the broad chest of the white wolf and hugging him from the back, reached down under his loincloth.

"Good luck boys... and be sure to bring something for me too... I heard this village is famous for it's aphrodisiacs. You guys know what I like, after all..."