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Chapter 20

Zeinara was locked in bizarre dreams, shaking and unable to escape. She stood on the edge of an elaborately decorated room, as a young male knelt on paws and knees in the center of a wide canopied bed, taking it in the mouth and under the tail from the two dogs who humped him. She wanted to turn away and flattened her ears against the grunting and moaning, the slurping and the sound of hips slapping the male's hard backside. But she couldn't turn away. Because she knew him. The male being raped was her brother and the same male who had snatched her out of the sky! She recognized his golden mane, his suffering eyes - one golden and one blue - his large body, and the strong jaw that seemed so unfitting for a fox. And how could she not notice the wings? They had been clipped so he could not fly and were stiff and twitching as he was ridden. A rope had also been tied around his throat, and as his body strained and heaved against the stabbing penises, the dog taking him from behind pulled on the rope until he choked and his tight young body fell still again.

Zeinara drew close to the bed, wading through the swirling mist and candlelight. Everything seemed to sway in a haze, but somehow, she knew what she was seeing was real. The male was really being raped, and if she just reached through, she could stop it.

Zeinara's heart went out to her foolish brother, that he had found himself in such a predicament. No doubt the dogs thought him some beautiful, exotic creature and wanted to keep him as a sex slave. She understood. How many young males had raked her body with their hungry eyes, mentally undressing her, curious to know what a dog-fox had under its gown? Her brother was a creature like her, half-magic and half-mortal, belonging everywhere and belonging no where. What had the red vixen called him? Ettoras? And he was in trouble. Why wasn't she surprised?

"Mmm! Mm! Mm!" Ettoras' helpless, muffled cries echoed through the mist. Zeinara was surprised to see his penis was hard, and the rigid member wobbled vulnerably against he air with every hard thrust in his mouth and anus. His attackers were richly dressed. If Zeinara had to guess, they were lords from Maldoene. They wore the local Maldoenian fashion: ruffled blouses with ruffled sleeves, tight pants, fine boots with heels, and an excessive amount of gold rings. Their pants were hanging around their knees as they raped Zeinara's brother, their shirts were undone to reveal hard chests smoothed over with white fur. They were both foxhounds, which definitely meant they were likely in Maldoene, a kingdom which consisted predominately of foxhounds. How in the world had her brother wound up in Maldoene?

"Such a tight little ass," panted the dog humping Ettoras from behind. He grabbed Ettoras' tail in both paws and used it to punch himself in his anus, his rings glittering through the fur. He was very handsome and young, his mane a tousled mess, his tongue hanging out as he humped. "His thighs are just trembling. Mmfph." He yanked on the rope, choking Ettoras as he punched himself in to the base.

The dog thrusting himself in Ettoras' mouth grabbed Ettoras by the mane and crammed himself in so deep, Ettoras' cheeks welled up in his eyes. The rigid phallus flinched in Ettoras' taunt lips, and his throat flexed as he struggled to swallow. The male pulled himself free, and his soft penis flopped down, dripping cum. "Lick it clean," he whispered to Ettoras, and Zeinara made a face when Ettoras shivered but obeyed. She watched as her brother slowly extended his tongue and began to lick, lightly, carefully, until the dog's soft penis slowly started to stand. He stroked Ettoras' mane and his eyes hooded as he whispered, "Mmm . . . what a good, good boy."

But Ettoras stopped licking when the dog behind him choked and came inside. His eyes fluttered wide as he was filled with the dog's seed. The dog smoothed his paw along Ettoras' strong body and tugged on his tail, pressing his hips deeply. His head fell back and he sighed as he ejaculated. When he had pulled himself free with a soft suck, Ettoras collapsed between them.

Zeinara was horrified to see the males getting hard again. As they were leaning down to assault Ettoras a second time, she swooped close, fury burning in her eyes, and grabbed their tails. They both halted and watched in surprise as their penises grew soft and withered. No matter how they touched themselves or forced Ettoras to lick them, they could not grow hard again: Zeinara had killed the mood.

The foxhounds were baffled. And Ettoras lay on the bed, breathless and silently grateful - until the males decided to suck him instead. They tied his wrists above his head and took turns sucking him off, and he lay here, frowning and helpless in his ecstasy, as their heads went up and down between his hard thighs.

Zeinara turned away in disgust. She was half-inclined to make Ettoras soft too when she found herself yanked from the dream. She awoke with a gasp and clutched her throat. Being dragged so suddenly from dreams was not unlike being strangled.

"Wake up, bitch," snarled a voice.

Zeinara blinked the drowse of sleep away, and a small white vixen came into focus. She was gorgeous, even while she was glaring. She stood over Zeinara with a sneer on her pretty face, wrapped in a tight deerskin dress, the neckline of which was deep enough to reveal her bulging white cleavage. Her breasts were of a moderate size, though plump and high and jutting, and her narrow waist gave her hips the appearance of being much more round than they really were. Her feet were not bare but hidden in fur-lined boots, and she carried a staff in one paw. She spoke Zeinara's language with an accent that clicked and purred, not unlike Mogethis. Her dark eyes also had the same vicious glint Zeinara had become all too familiar with in her foster mother.

"Who . . . are you?" Zeinara managed hoarsely. But she needn't have asked. She looked at the vixen and suddenly recognized her as one of her rescuers. She glanced around for the red vixen who had fallen from the bridge of light with her, but she was no where in sight.

"Someone who is not going to let you steal her family," the white vixen snapped. Her pretty slanted eyes narrowed. "I know who you are, dog creature. You are the princess of Varimore, aren't you? Just admit it!"

Zeinara sat up and stared. The vixen was yelling at her. It was baffling. She glanced around and realized they were in the middle of a forest, near a road. It had recently rained and puddles of mud were everywhere. Not far away, a signpost marked where the road split. One sign pointed to Aarren, while a second pointed to Conwil. Both were towns . . . in Curith. Shit.

"Yes, I admit it. I'm the princess of Varimore. You've thwarted my attempt to . . . steal your family," Zeinara said sarcastically and got to her feet. She lifted her paws in mock surrender, "I promise _never_to do it again!"

The vixen's breasts heaved. "Curb your tongue, dog! I have chosen the path of mercy, but I could kill you just as easily." She stamped her staff in the mud to indicate, and her breasts jiggled nicely from the motion. She scowled when she realized Zeinara was looking at them.

Zeinara dragged her eyes to the sky. "Alright. What do you want?" she said, glancing furtively around the area. The vixen was truly alone. The black fox and the black dog were not with her either. Good. If push came to shove, she could defend herself against one fox.

"I want you to go home!" the vixen snapped at once. She threw a bag at Zeinara's feet and lifted her chin. "Here! Take it and leave us!"

Zeinara glanced down at the bag, then up at the vixen again, her golden mane tumbling long behind her as she cocked a skeptical brow.

The vixen rolled her eyes. "It is not a trick, I assure you. It's provisions. Take it and go back to Varimore."

"Wait . . . no," Zeinara said and frowned in confusion. She dusted off her pants and adjusted her shirt as she studied the white fox.

The tip of the vixen's staff began to glow red. "No?" she repeated menacingly.

"That's right: no. You speak my language rather well, don't you? I bet you know the word 'yes' as well. You ever scream it while a bitch was licking you ass-to-clit?"

The vixen's throat tightened and she blushed to her hairline. Apparently, she wasn't used to dogs being unafraid of her, and she especially wasn't used to anyone talking dirty to her. But Zeinara had been raised by Mogethis, the scariest fox there ever was. She did not fear foxes or their magic. If anything, she was discovering that she had magic of her own. She could probably kill the vixen with a touch if she wanted.

"I want to know what's going on," Zeinara insisted seriously. "You want me to leave and seem to think I'm a threat to your family - why?"

"Isn't it obvious?" the vixen said, her lip curling in disgust. "You're the princess of Varimore! Other dogs will come looking for you! They will say Asres kidnapped you. They will try to hurt him!"

Zeinara went still. "Asres?" That was her uncle's name. The uncle Nkwe refused to speak of.

"So just take the food and leave!" the fox practically screamed.

Zeinara was astonished to see tears start to the vixen's eyes. She frowned sympathetically and took a careful step toward her. "Wait . . ."

The vixen stiffened and took a hasty step back, her breasts jiggling hard. "Stay away! I know what you are - child of Death!"

Zeinara halted and her ears pricked forward. ". . . what did you call me?"

"Stay away! And stop looking at my tits!"

Zeinara felt her face getting hot as she dragged her eyes from the vixen's jiggling breasts. She couldn't help it, though. They were so high and firm . . . and firmly distracting.

"Please," Zeinara said and licked her lips, "tell me everything you heard about me from . . . Asres. And I'll leave."

The vixen regarded her a moment, her dark eyes searching Zeinara's face for a lie. Zeinara let her mind unfold, allowing the vixen to skim the surface. The vixen's lashes fluttered when she realized Zeinara was telling the truth: she didn't know anything.

"Al . . . alright," the vixen said uncertainly, and Zeinara thought she saw a flash of sympathy in her dark eyes. She went to a mud puddle and knelt over the water, setting her staff in the mud beside her.

Zeinara knelt with the vixen over the puddle, and her ears pricked forward when the vixen waved her paws over the water and images gathered there. Zeinara stared at the water's mirror, her mouth slightly open, as the image of the black fox appeared there. He was in the arms of the black dog who had accompanied him before. And . . . they were in the throes of passion. Zeinara felt her face get hot and dragged her eyes away. It suddenly occurred to her that the vixen was staring at her intently, waiting for a reaction.

The vixen waved her paws, and the lovemaking fox and dog disappeared. "He is your uncle," she said bitterly, her long white mane tumbling forward over one shoulder as she regarded Zeinara with something close to hatred. "He is your uncle, but he is my father,_do you understand? Gallus and I found him when I was but a child. We cared for him. In turn, he cared for us . . . for _me. He has realized that you are his sister's child, and the goddess Maret has commanded him to return you to Varimore." Tears started to her eyes and her white ears flattened against her mane. "I can not allow him to go there. I can not go there."

"He told you who I was?" Zeinara asked skeptically.

The vixen glared bitterly at Zeinara's shrewd observation. "No," she admitted, her voice snapping. "He didn't tell me anything. I pretended to leave and returned to eavesdrop." She looked away. "He told Gallus."

"The dog."

"Yes. The dog. My other father." The vixen looked at Zeinara again and glared hatred. "I will not let you bring harm to him either! He has sworn to accompany Asres to Varimore, to help him return you to your mother. I will not allow it!"

"Return me to my mother?" Zeinara repeated. "My mother is dead . . ."

The vixen looked away. "Oh . . . I am sorry," she said. And she sounded so sincere that Zeinara blinked.

"What about your mother?" Zeinara asked.

The vixen didn't look at Zeinara, but she could see the side of her face creasing in a slow scowl. "I have told you what you wished to know. Now you will leave as you promised."

Zeinara laughed softly. "I promised nothing."

The vixen glared at her. "I should have known better. A dog's word is worth its weight in spit!"

"I thought you called that dog your father, but you think so lowly of dogs," Zeinara said, amused.

"His name is Gallus!" the vixen corrected angrily. "Now go!" She started to her feet, but Zeinara caught her wrists, and she scowled, unable to believe Zeinara's audacity. She twisted to get away, but Zeinara held on, and as her breasts flapped everywhere, Zeinara stared at them. Suddenly enraged, the vixen pulled so hard that she collapsed back in the mud, legs splayed, and Zeinara had a nice glimpse of her pink sex before she scrambled up. Her white cheeks were blushing red as she snatched up her staff, and mussed and tousled, she knelt in the mud and adjusted the collar of her dress. One of her breasts had almost pushed free of it. She groped and adjusted her own breasts, hating that Zeinara was shamelessly watching her.

"I'll leave," Zeinara said with soft eyes, "if you kiss me."

"Don't be absurd. As if I'd ever k-kiss a dog creature like you!"

"I'm only half dog."

"And I only don't care!"

Zeinara laughed softly.

"I told you what you wanted to know, now get out of here!" the vixen yelled and clamored to her feet.

Zeinara picked up the bag of provisions and got to her feet as well, but she didn't move. "He's my uncle. I'd like to at least say hello and goodbye."

The vixen's nostrils flared. "You will not go anywhere near Asres!" She pointed with a rigid arm at the road and her breasts trembled again from the motion. "Get going, thing."

Zeinara laughed as she turned away.

"What!" the vixen demanded behind her.

"You . . . remind me of someone," Zeinara said, her blue eyes bright with a smile. She pushed her golden mane back over her shoulders and rolled her eyes to the sky as something occurred to her. "Which is disturbing, actually, considering the fact that Mogethis is like a mother to me and I just . . . eyed your pussy."

The vixen stiffened. ". . . Mogethis?" she whispered hoarsely.

Zeinara glanced over her shoulder and eyed the fox curiously. ". . . yes."

The vixen licked her lips and hesitated. "You . . . you said this Mogethis was like a mother to you?"

". . . yes," Zeinara repeated uncertainly. She turned to face the vixen and frowned to see the sudden tears that glistened in her eyes.

"Did she . . .?" The vixen hesitated as the tears slipped down her face. She took a careful step toward Zeinara. "Did she ever mention someone named Yeneneshe? That's my name."

Zeinara's ears pricked forward. "Really? What a mouthful." She slowly smiled. "I'm good with mouthfuls. Wanna sit on my face?"

The vixen's breasts heaved. "Oooo," she breathed angrily.

Zeinara laughed, but she didn't have a chance to question the vixen further, as someone came crashing through the trees in their direction. They both looked in the direction of approaching feet, panting, and rustling bushes. The stranger was coming so fast that they barely had a chance to react.

"Look out!" Yeneneshe cried.

Zeinara couldn't move. A red fox came barreling through the trees, and Zeinara recognized her instantly as the young vixen who had fallen with her from the bridge. She was beautiful in the moonlight, all mussed and panicked and undone. She was wrapped still in her torn and charred white gown, and the strap fell low over one shoulder, revealing the swell of her great cleavage. She seemed to be running aimlessly, not unlike a panicked doe, and when her eyes alighted on Yeneneshe, she screamed softly, and without looking where she was going, she ran smack into Zeinara.

As they crashed to the mud, Zeinara felt indescribably happy to find herself looking in the vixen's round and flabbergasted eyes - indescribably happy to feel those huge breasts crushing soft and supple against her own. The vixen was breathless and embarrassed and tried to get up, but without thinking, Zeinara smoothed her paws up her narrow back and held on. The vixen fell still. They stared at each other.

"I'm Zeinara," Zeinara said breathlessly. "And you're . . . incredibly soft and pretty."

The red vixen's lashes fluttered bashfully. "I-I'm . . ."

Zeinara didn't wait to hear her name. She kissed her.