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Marshank Fortress, home of the ruthless stoat Badrang the Tyrant. His reputation was well; enslaving helpless woodlanders, conquering the innocent, and crushing anyone who dared get in his way--even his own beasts in the horde were not immune from his iron pawed method of rule.

Badrang, sitting upon his large stone throne, looked out at a score of beasts he had carefully selected for a very important task--to be his second in command. Sure, the tyrant had captains who were entrusted with greater power and responsibility than the rank and file horde beasts, but he knew that the time had now come to make an official announcement as to that position of incredible power.

Looking from left to right, the stoat stood to his feet, pacing slowly looking them over. He had given them several tests to determine their worthiness; strength, intelligence, their own penitent for clever cruelty in dealing with those who defied his unquestioned authority. He would now weed out all but a handful for the final, most important test.

"Alright!" he snarled, making the score of beasts stand firmly at attention. "You lot know that only one of you can be my second in command. There are now three of you who will be selected for the final test. When I call your name, get your tail up here to me! Gurrad, Hisk, Skalrag, get up here, now!"

The three beasts quickly ran up to their lord, saluted smartly and awaited orders. Moans of dissatisfaction from the beasts not selected began to be heard. Badrang would have none of that.

"What are you other idiots doing here? Get out and make yourselves useful, now!"

Scurrying out of Badrang's chamber, the beasts did as they had been commanded. The stoat turned his attention back to the final three. "I have an important and secret test to give you three, which you will take one at a time. So, Gurrad, you're first. Hisk, Skalrag, leave us and don't come back here until Gurrad summons you."

The weasel and fox left the room. Gurrad, smiled stupidly at the stoat. Hoping he was being given some kind of special treatment.

"I'm ready, chief!" he said happily.

Badrang gave him a sadistic smile. "Are you now? Well then, my first order is for you to take off all your clothes!"

Gurrad's expression instantly changed to that of confusion. "My clothes, chief?"

Annoyed, the stoat got right in the rat's face. "Do you have a hearing problem, Gurrad?"

"Um, no, chief!" Gurrad continued standing.

"Take them off, you idiot!"

Gurrad, now shivering, did as he was ordered, but hardly in a manner that could be described as quickly. Once naked, Badrang walked slowly around the rat, eying his physical attributes. Gurrad's shivering grew more noticeable, with beads of sweat appearing on his brow. Badrang, smiling with even greater sadism, tore off his clothes, revealing his hardened member before Gurrad. It was all the rat could do not to cry. He knew what was going to happen, but still he waited for the stoat to say it.

"On your knees, Gurrad," breathed Badrang, his voice a cruel, sexual whisper.

Weak kneed, Gurrad lowered himself down, his eyes staring straight at Badrang's cock. He gulped.

"Open your mouth."

No sooner had he opened his mouth when he was met with the stoat's cock being shoved in mouth. Gurrad gagged, shocked by the sudden motion of Badrang as well as trying not to choke on the girth of the stoat's malehood.

"What are you waiting for? Start sucking, rat!"

Humiliated beyond anything in his worst nightmares, Gurrad slowly sucked on what he had been given. With tears streaming down the rat's eyes, Badrang looked down his legs, growing impatient from the rat's less than passionate performance. Badrang taunted him unmercifully.

"You lazy son of a bitch, put some effort into it! I know this isn't the first time you've had a dick in your mouth! Where's your slut mother at? I bet she could do a better job than her worthless, little bastard son!"

Gurrad, knowing that angering the stoat was a bad course of action, tried to increase his effort, this only led to the rat's teeth scraping on Badrang's shaft. Hollering in pain, Badrang swung at Gurrad, knocking him to the ground with a loud grunt. Gurrad attempted to get up, but the engraged stoat gave him several kicks in the stomach and ribs.

"You piece of shit! Get your clothes on and get out of here!"

Badrang stopped his kicking just long enough for the rat to get dressed, then picked him up and threw him out the door. It was all the stoat could do not to kill Gurrad right there. No, he decided. Killing him right here would be too easy. He would wait until the rat was comfortable once more; completely unsuspecting of his doom, then he would do the deed. After all, an offense such as he committed deserved nothing less than a slow, painful death.

Waiting until he calmed down and had put his clothes back on, Badrang yelled out for Hisk to enter his chamber. Quick and obedient, the weasel ran inside.

"Yes, chief!"

Badrang, his breathing and temper having resumed their normal state--at least normal for a wicked ruler--gave Hisk the same order Gurrad had received.

"Take your clothes off, Hisk."

Hisk, surprised, but choosing to hide his feels quickly removed his clothes. Badrang walked around the weasel. Hisk, a tall, lean beast, was a much more aesthetically pleasing specimen than Gurrad. Badrang, stopping his circling around Hisk and looked into his eyes. If the weasel had any fear or reservations about standing before his master naked, he was hiding them well. Again as before, Badrang removed his clothes.

"Get on your knees, Hisk." he ordered.

Stoic, the weasel got to his knees, his face only inches away from the stoat cock in front of him.

"Open your mouth and start sucking!"

Hisk went to his task without the slightest delay. Unlike his predecessor, the weasel went to it with a commendable work ethic. Badrang snarled from the sensation of the weasel's lips pleasuring his cock. There was no teeth scraping with Hisk. Badrang thought to himself that either this weasel really wanted to be second in command, that he might might really enjoy pleasuring other males, or perhaps both. Whatever the reason was, Badrang was enjoying every little movement of the weasel's lips against his endowment.

As good as the blow job was, it couldn't last forever. Grabbing the weasel's ears, Badrang shoved Hisk's face forward so that his entire cock was buried in his mouth. Giving a pleasurable "agh" the stoat shot his load, making Hisk drink deeply. Drained, Badrang looked down at Hisk.

"A very good job, Hisk."

"Thank you, chief, Um, wasn't my first, actually."

Badrang grinned. So the weasel was a veteran cocksucker! He watched the weasel, still on his knees.

"Just wait a few minutes and you will take the very last test, Hisk!"

"Can I get up?" he asked meekly.

"Of course," Badrang said in a reassuring voice, "In fact, why don't you just lie on my bed over there!"

An unexpected treat, Hisk went to the stoat's bed. Lying down on his back, he soaked up the softness of the goose down mattress of Badrang's--the only one like it in all Marshank. Naked, but comfortable, the weasel folded his arms above his head and closed his eyes.

"So, are you ready for the last test, Hisk?"

Hisk yawned. "Yes, whenever you want me, chief!"

"Good." His eyes still closed, Hisk felt a depression in the matress between his legs. Opening his eyes slowly, he looked in horror as Badrang, cock once again erect, was in between his legs, prying them apart.

"Chief! What are you doing?"

Badrang was amused. "What do you think I'm doing?"

With his tailhole soon to be penetrated, Hisk yelped, jumping out of the bed in sheer terror.

"What the hell do you think you're doing? Get your ass over here, Hisk!"

Gathering up his clothes, Hisk yelled. "No! I won't do that! My father used to do that to me when I was a cub!"

Badrang jumped out of the bed and grabbed the insolent weasel by the throat. "No?" he snarled hatefully as he chocked Hisk, making his eyes bulge. "You obviously liked sucking his dick, didn't you?" Badrang sent a swift punch to the weasel's stomach, making Hisk double over in pain.

"You rotten pile of filth, get out of here!"

Hisk hobbled out of the chamber. Badrang, his teeth grinding with rage at yet another horde beast disobeying him, was ready to lose it. Now there would be two beasts to receive a sentence of death for insubordination. He was so angry that it took him until night had fallen to get Skalrag.

Knowing that if the fox disobeyed him, he would kill him right then and there, Badrang watched ever little motion that Skalrag made. He wanted to see if the fox would act as the other two had, Seeing no signs of disobedience, Badrang gave the order.

"Take off your clothes, Skalrag!"

Disrobing instantly, Badrang saw something in the fox he had not expected. He didn't believe it at first glance, but after circling him several times, then standing and peering into his eyes he knew it. Skalrag was wanting this! Still skeptical, Badrang for the third and final time removed his clothes.

"On your knees, Skalrag!"

Not only did Skalrag drop to his knees in a split second, the fox didn't even wait for the order to "open up" before he went to work. Shocked, but certainly pleased, Badrang watched almost in disbelief as Skalrag licked from the tip of his dick to his balls, giving the stoat something he would not soon forget. His cock lubed up, Skalrag started the sucking process, moaning as he did his job. It was all Badrang could do to stay standing up as the fox pleasured him. Even better for the stoat was the fact that Skalrag's long muzzle had no trouble at all taking his entire length in. Badrang grunted, whispering to the fox.

"Ah, take it all, foxey!"

Perhaps not conscious of the act, or not caring, Badrang actually rubbed the fox's black tipped ears affectionately. Skalrag kept right on working, not wanting to stop to thank the stoat for fear of being violently reprimanded.

"Oh, Skalrag!" snarled Badrang.

Skalrag knew what that meant. Quickly preparing himself, Skalrag felt the warm flow of stoat seed blast into his vulpine mouth. Badrang, overstimulated from the post-orgasmic sucking of the fox, pulled back. Skalrag, looking afraid begin to apologize.

"I'm sorry, chief! Did I do something wrong?"

"What, uh, no. That was fine work, Skalrag."

Badrang saw the fox wag his tail at the compliment. The entire experience was taking on a very surreal quality. Badrang had certainly enjoyed many sexual encounters, but there was something about Skalrag that was . . . different. The tyrant had always thought Skalrag to be a complete sycophant, but also a coward, practically shivering with fear whenever he was given an order, but this was changing everything. Badrang thought about how Gurrad and Hisk had been reluctant to pleasure him, but Skalrag was actually eager, leaping at the chance to pleasure his lord. It was so much to take in. Badrang was busy trying to assess the sisutation . . .

"Are you going to take me, chief?" asked Skalrag cheerfully.

"What?" asked Badrang, only half listening.

"You know, are you going to take my tail?"

There was no doubt now that Skalrag was faking any of this. Badrang moved in towards the fox . . . and kissed him! Not surprised in the least, Skalrag let the stoat explore the inside of his mouth. The two beasts embraced, running their paws up and down each other. Badrang squeezed at Skalrag's rump, making the fox squeak playfully. It was getting too much for both of them. Skalrag, wanting his chief's intimate contact, jumped on the bed and got on all fours.

"Take me, chief!"

Badrang jumped on the bed. "Not like that!"

Skalrag turned around just in time to see the stoat repositioning him. Now lying on his back, the fox looked up at his chief.

"I want to see your gorgeous eyes while I'm doing this." admitted Badrang.

Beaming with pride at the compliment, Skalrag spread his legs. Thinking that he would be penetrated any moment, it was a surprise to the fox when he saw the stoat leaning down, giving his tail hole a good licking. Skalrag, tugging on his cock, giggled.

"Want you nice and lubed up for this," said Badrang.

His cock begging for release, Badrang resumed his former position , watching Skalrag's expression as he took him. A look of pain quickly turned to pleasure as Skalrag adjusted to the stoat cock inside of him. Badrang slid his member in and out of the fox, slowly, ever so slowly, but steadily picking up speed. Badrang's passions were running wild.

"Yeah, you're a naughty little foxie, aren't you?"

"Yes, I'm a naughty foxie!"

Badrang's paws slid from Skalrag's armpits to his crotch, pulling on the fox's penis as he continued ravishing him.

"You like being fucked, don't you?"

"Yes, fuck me, hard!"

Badrang, his lovemaking to the fox turning into a wild, feral affair, was going wild. Skalrag's tight anal walls were pulling hard on his member, making him want to cum more than he ever had in his life.

"Oh, chief!" growled the penetrated fox. Badrang watched as the fox shot his load. The warm substance shot all over Badrang's paws, chest and stomach, making him want to climax even more. With as much power as he could muster, the stoat thrust a final time. Skalrag sighed blissfully as his butt was drowned in what seemed like a tidal wave of the stoat's cum.

Panting, Badrang, his member covered in his own seed, withdrew from Skalrag. His head still spinning from their euphoric bonding, Badrang almost didn't see Skalrag start to get up and collect his clothes.

"Where are you going?" asked Badrang, his breath slowly coming back to him.

"To the barracks," said Skalrag.

Badrang got up. "No, you come over here, now!"

Worried at the harsh tone, Skalrag went back over to the bed, his chief glaring at him.

"Yes, chief?"

"I won't have my new second in command living with the rest of those idiots!" He patted the bed. "Here, you'll sleep right next to me!"

Skalrag couldn't believe his ears! Wagging his tail, he climbed back into bed, feeling the strong arm of Badrang pull him in close. Skalrag rested his head on the stoat's chest and quickly became sleepy-eyed.

"Skalrag?"

"Yes, chief?"

Badrang turned his head to meet the foxes muzzle, kissing him. "I love you."

Skalrag nuzzled underneath the stoat's chin. "I love you too, chief."