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Kashmir laid on the bed with his mind still spinning. He tried to comprehend how his life had come to this. Had it truly been fate? His wedding day certainly hadn't gone the way he had imagined growing up. Now the strong arms of his softly snoring husband held him tight as they spooned. The wolfs knot had deflated and pulled free, but in their position his semi-hard cock still rested partially in the fox's sore ass.

1 week ago: The Barton's were a family of wealthy merchants, but they had found their wealth brought them little respect or influence. Positions of power in this land were dominated by wolves, and most of them worked to suppress the rise of those from other species.

The Vandoor's were the opposite of the Barton's. Their patriarch was a Baron and they enjoyed the power, respect and influence befitting a noble house. However, a series of unwise investments had them on the brink of financial ruin. As it happened the Barton's were their chief creditor.

And so the heads of the two families had struck a deal to resolve each other's issues. Without consulting their families, they arranged a marriage between two of their children. Atticus Vandoor would marry Fiona Barton to bond their family's together. With the marriage the Barton's would finally gain the respect and influence they deserved, while the Vandoor's would become financially stable, and gain access to the Barton's financial expertise. They arranged for the wedding to be held in one week. Their immediate families would meet in 3 days at the Vandoor's castle to get acquainted.

3 days ago: Kashmir was incensed, his virtuous sister was to marry some wolf filth! He never thought his father would agree to such a high price in his lust for power. His sister Fiona had been distraught since learning she was engaged to someone she had never even met. if she had fallen in love with the wolf, that he could have accepted. He would not have approved, but he would have kept his distaste hidden out of respect for her.

At the meeting his father introduced Kashmir to the Vandoor's. One of them remarked about his name, "Cashmere, like the wool?". To which his father replied "Yes, but not spelled the same. Hs mother named him that due to his unusually soft fur. I wished she had chosen a more masculine name. Though his frame always seemed a little feminine, perhaps it was the will of the gods". The Vandoor's chuckled at hearing this, and his father joined their laughter. Kashmir blushed, he was secretly insecure about his slightly feminine features and the comments did nothing to improve his current foul mood.

Everyone was waiting impatiently, Atticus had not arrived at the appointed hour. While they waited Kashmir continued to brood over every slight - real and imagined. As if the situation wasn't already unacceptable he disrespects my family and his bride by being late! he thought.

Atticus arrived over an hour late. He strolled in with an arrogant swagger, offering no apology or excuse. His father quickly welcomed him and introduced him to the Barton's.

Kashmir's father took Fiona's hand and presented her to Atticus. She was very beautiful, and projected a gentle innocent nature.

Atticus simply shook his head and said "not interested". Both fathers just stood there, stunned and speechless. Kashmir was also stunned but certainly not speechless. The rage which had brewed within him the last three days erupted. "YOU FILTHY CUR, how dare you dishonor my sister and family!"

For the first time since entering the room Atticus smiled. "And what do you intend to do about it ... fox?" Kashmir snarled back "I'll kill you" and started to advance toward the wolf, but he was quickly seized by two guards that held him back.

"Are you proposing a duel fox, for your sister's honor? The looser forfeits their life? I'll accept those terms. Since you proposed the duel I choose the terms - hand to hand combat. When shall we fight?" "I'm ready to kill you here and now" Kashmir growled back. "Excellent. We will can battle in the courtyard. Father wouldn't approve of me staining our fine things with your blood". That said, Atticus abruptly turned and proceeded down to the courtyard, followed by Kashmir escorted by the guards. The fathers also followed them, arguing about whose son was responsible for sabotaging their plans. They in turn were followed by the mothers and Fiona, all three speechless and weeping.

The two combatants stood at opposite ends of the courtyard. Kashmir analyzed his brutish prey. The wolf had the obvious advantage in size, strength and endurance. He expected his fighting style would be highly aggressive to take advantage of those assets. He on the other hand would rely on speed, dexterity and above all cunning. He would outmaneuver the wolf, strike skillfully to disable him, and then move in for the kill.

Atticus's father gave the signal to start. As Kashmir had expected Atticus immediately charged at him. Kashmir also charged but when they were about four feet apart he deked right, and leaped up into a horizontal spin. Before the stunned wolf knew what was happening Kashmir kicked out in midair, connecting with the side of Atticus's knee. There was an audible popping sound as it dislocated. His prey was disabled, the kill all but ensured.

That's how the maneuver had played out in Kashmir's head, but reality was much different.

Atticus watched the fox deke and leap into the air, then the wolf pivoted and spun out of reach. The foxes kick fell short. Unable to recover in midair he landed awkwardly and off balance. He was still recovering from his landing when the wolfs elbow connected with the back of his head. The fox's world went dark.

Atticus felt his blow connect and watched the fox crumple to the ground. He immediately pounced on the fox and pulled his arms behind him. As soon as he touched the fox he thought "so soft ... how can he feel so soft?". He bound the foxes arms with his belt and braced the foxes neck in his arms. A little more pressure and the neck would snap like a twig. But still he was distracted by thoughts of the fox's fur, " so luxuriance ... I must have it". Subconsciously he nuzzled the back of the fox's head and caressed its cheek with his own.

Kashmir's world came back into focus and he suddenly realized his peril. The wolf had restrained his arms, and was bending his neck to the breaking point. He struggled to free himself but the wolf was far too strong. Physically he continued to struggle, but mentally he knew he was beaten and that death was at hand.

Atticus held the struggling but helpless fox at deaths door, and announced his's fate to their fathers. "The fox is beaten. He is my prize and his life is mine to take. However, I refuse to release him to deaths cold embrace. I could never merry one so meek as Fiona. I desire a feisty bride who I can conquer and break to my will. You wanted our family's bonded by marriage, then so be it. Let this duel represent a Trial of Possession. Kashmir's life is mine; I claim him for my bride!"

Everyone looked at the pair in stunned silence, then the fathers began to chatter. Moments later they were accepting Atticus's proposal.

Kashmir couldn't believe what was happening, "you can't allow this!" he screamed. His father spoke up, "I'm sorry my son, but there are ancient precedents for this. If you refuse or act to prevent it your honor will be destroyed, and our family's with it". "I'd rather die" Kashmir spat. Atticus replied to this, "oh yes, death might soon seem preferable, but that is not your choice to make. If you take your own life you will ruin your family. Including your precious sister, whose honor you so foolishly tried to defend".

Kashmir resigned himself to his fate and closed his eyes in shame. Seeing no further protest Atticus's father broke the silence, "Splendid, then I will inform the temple that the wedding will need a different ceremony. I hope they still have a priest trained to the Rite of Possession".

15 hours ago: Kashmir had been brought to the temple last night. He was to be sequestered here until the wedding would begin. The acolyte that showed him to his room had advised him to reset, and that they would prepare him in the morning. Kashmir knew nothing about the ceremony and asked the acolyte for details. His only answer was that "all would go by the will of the gods".

This morning the same acolyte brought him breakfast. He tried pressing him for information again, but he said nothing and left him alone to eat. Later two large acolytes came to collect him. Even dressed in loose robes he could tell they were powerfully built, the message was clear - abandon thoughts of escape. They led him to another chamber in the temple. Two more large acolytes' emerged from a side chamber and pointed to a padded table in the middle of the room.

He was escorted to the table, then they removed his clothes and motioned for the naked fox to lay face down. The new acolyte's poured a liquid on their hands and began to massage the fox. It was a warm scented oil that smelled somewhat floral. The massage would have been very relaxing if his spirit wasn't in such turmoil. They flipped him over and repeated the message to his front until he was well infused in the oil.

During the latter part of the message Kashmir had begun to feel weak, he felt fully awake but found it hard to shift his limbs. One of the acolyte's lifted his arm and let it drop. It thumped on the table, Kashmir had been unable to stop it. The acolyte spoke, "do not fear fox, the muscle relaxant in the oil is temporary. It will fade away before the ceremony is set to begin".

The acolytes continued to prepare Kashmir for the ceremony. He was carried to the side chamber which was a large bathroom. They laid him face down on another table. One placed a pillow under his chin and tucked his knees under him, positioning him with his butt raised above him. Another grabbed a hose that hung from a vat mounted on the wall. The hose had a nozzle in the middle and then continued to a drain in the floor. The nozzle was lubed and inserted into his ass without warning. Kashmir knew wat was coming even before the hot water flooded his bowels. The lower half of the hose was clamped shut which forced all the water into the fox. Once they thought he could hold no more the upper hose was also clamped shut. After 10 minutes the lower clamp was opened allowing the fox to expel the water, and the hose to carry his waste to the sewers.

"This will make the ceremony much more pleasant for your guests" remarked an acolyte. What does that mean? pondered the fox.

Once he was emptied the upper hose was attached to another vat. This time the water was mixed with strong soap. The solution stung the fox's sensitive inner flesh and caused vicious cramps. He was pleading for mercy by the time they let him expel it.

Then the upper hose was reattached to the first vat, and he was filled again to rinse out the soap. They continued to fill and empty his bowels until the water draining from him ran clear. The cramps and effort required to expel the enemas had left every muscle in his belly sore.

The two acolytes stripped off their robes, and carried the limp fox into a large in ground bath. The hot water soaking into his fur felt wonderful, and helped soothe the muscles of his sore belly. "I know that was unpleasant to endure, please try to relax while we bath you" said an acolyte, and they began to lather his fur.

He was washed, dried and groomed, then returned to the original room. While being carried he could feel a prickling in limbs, and assumed the drug was wearing off. The acolyte carrying him said "All most done the preparations fox, just one more bit of unpleasantness" as he laid him face down on the table. They adored his wrists and ankles with pink leather cuffs.

Then he felt his buttocks spread and another nozzle entered his rear. Gods no ... not another enema, he thought. However, this time only a little liquid was inserted, but what entered felt very thick and slimy. Then Kashmir barked out in pain as something large was suddenly thrust into his ass. "There we go fox, clean and snuggly plugged. You're ready for your big day!", said the one who inserted the butt plug.

He was lifted to his feet and dressed in a plain light pink robe. His muscle control was rapidly returning now and he was soon able to walk with their support. Preparations completed, he was escorted to the chapel for his wedding.

As they left he overheard the acolytes who prepared him whispering to each other, "have you ever felt such luxurious fur? How can any male be born with that?" to which the other replied "The gods must have destined this; he was born to be a bride".

Hearing their words Kashmir blushed with humiliation. He had often received such comments about his fur. He had never considered himself as feminine in nature, but his body had always appeared more feminine than other male foxes. On one occasion he had even been briefly mistaken for a vixen. Could it be true? Was this the fate the gods had assigned him? If so who was he to question their wisdom?

As promised the drug had worn off and Kashmir was able to walk on his own. The chapel he was escorted to was unlike any Kashmir had seen before. The room was round with an arched ceiling. In the center stood a strange altar, a two-foot high, wide round dais with a padded top. Three chains hung from the ceiling above it and another pair were anchored to the floor on either side. All five chains fed through pulleys. Arcing partially around the altar were rows of pews. The split between the pews formed an isle to where Kashmir now stood.

Only seven people were present in the chapel. In front of the altar stood Atticus dressed in a similar robe, except purple instead of pink. Behind the altar stood a badger dressed in priestly robes of white. Atticus's parents sat in the first row to his right. His parents in the first row to his left, and his sister sat alone in the row behind them.

Kashmir was escorted toward the altar until he stood next to Atticus. Then the acolytes moved to stand by the walls on opposite sides of the room. What the hell is going to happen? he thought.

Once they were all in position the priest spoke, "we are here to witness the claiming of Kashmir Barton by Atticus Vandoor. Is there anyone here who would usurp his claim"? None of their witnesses spoke. "Very well, you may begin the Rite of Possession". "Wait I dispute his claim!" yelled Kashmir, hoping it would make a difference. Atticus growled "I'm glad to hear that my sweet".

Suddenly the wolf grabbed Kashmir by the back of the neck and shoved him forward. The fox's legs hit the short altar. He stumbled forward and landed kneeling on the altar. While the fox was still disoriented Atticus quickly grabbed his wrist and locked it to one of the overhead chains. He had already grabbed the other wrist and was raising it to the other chain when Kashmir realized what was happening. He fought to release his wrist from the wolfs grip, but he was too strong and soon both wrists were secured. With the fox's arms restrained over his head the wolf had little trouble securing his ankles to the chains on the floor.

Atticus retrieved a pink leather collar from a pocket in his robe. It matched the fox's wrist & ankle cuffs perfectly. He turned to the witnesses and announced "I Atticus Vandoor collar Kashmir Barton as a symbol of ownership" as he fastened it about the fox's neck.

"A bold claim but can you prove it?" asked the priest.

Atticus reached for the middle chain above the altar and connected it to a ring on the back of the collar. Then he grabbed the chains binding the fox's wrists and pulled them lower. He connected them to the sides of the altar and pushed the fox down onto his hands and knees. The chains binding his wrists and ankles were shortened so he couldn't stand up, but the chain connected to his collar was too short to lay down. Stuck on his hands and knees the fox struggled against them, but there was nothing he could do.

The wolf grabbed the back of Kashmir robe and tore it apart. He removed every scrap from the fox's body leaving him completely exposed. Then he pulled off his own robe revealing his impressive physical stature ... especially his large erect cock.

A thought registered in the fox's mind, the color of the wolfs robe almost matched his blood engorged manhood. Was the color of his own robe meant to match something of his? The thought was suddenly driven from his mind, as he yelped in pain.

Distracted by his thoughts he hadn't noticed the wolf move behind him, until he yanked the butt plug free of his ass. He used so much force that the plug slipped from his grasp and went skidding across the room.

"Here is your proof Priest!" the wolf shouted. With a single thrust he hilted himself into the fox's virgin ass. The fox howled in blinding pain. The wolf was merciless. He began humping the fox immediately, without giving Kashmir a chance to grow accustomed to his girth. The Priest moved to view the pair from behind and monitor the ceremony.

The fox now understood what the acolytes comment about his enemas meant, and assumed the thick liquid had been lube. His screams became snarls as he recovered from the pain of his initial penetration. "You bastard, you could have been gentler" Kashmir said, his voice ragged from his screams. "I promise I'll be gentle tonight my sweet, when I fuck you senseless again" Atticus whispered in reply.

For many minutes Kashmir's ass felt like it was on fire. But as he became accustomed to the wolf rough treatment something unexpected began to happen. Within the pain caused by each thrust a seed of pleasure first appeared, then slowly grew.

As the wolf humped the fox their balls smacked together making a soft slapping sound. To Kashmir it felt like a pair of oranges crashing into two cherry's. He blushed in the realization that he was enjoying the sensation, and that the cherry's were his.

The priest also made note of this, it was an important part of the rites symbology.

The pleasure he now felt as the wolf humped him was beginning to eclipse the pain. Kashmir shocked himself when he began to utterer lustful moans. Impossible, I can't actually be enjoying this. Not from him! Then he noticed he was erect, and each thrust was causing his needy and dripping cock to slap his belly. Even as his mind tried to resist, his body betrayed him. His raging erection had revealed his arousal for all to see. He was flooded by feelings of shame and humiliation.

Atticus bent over and whispered in his ear, "look at your supposedly virtuous sister now fox". Filled with shame Kashmir didn't want to look toward his family, sure he would see disappointment and disgust. But he had to know what the wolf saw, so he turned his head and looked toward them. The sight deepened his humiliation. His father seemed to be enjoying the show, and had a very noticeable bulge in his pants. His mother pretended to look disgusted, but her blushing and fidgeting thighs gave away her arousal. His sister was the only one not in the front row, and with all eyes on them no one else saw her. She had a lustful expression on her face. Her eyes were closed, her tongue licking her lips. One hand had slipped into her gown and appeared to be fondling a nipple. The other hand was blocked from view by the pews, but the motion of her upper arm gave way its purpose. It seemed to be rubbing something vigorously. That bitch! I'm in this position because I tried to defended her honor, and she's getting off on this! He was distracted from this thought when he felt something hit his tail hole ... the knot!

Seeing that the fox had begun to enjoy his deflowering and suspecting his sister's lewd acts were now working on his psyche, the wolf took the next step. Putting extra force behind his next thrust he forced his knot in. The fox hissed in pain.

Seeing the fox knotted the priest began to approach the altar. Atticus noticed his approach and shouted "Stay back priest! I'm not done yet", and pulled the knot out. The priest stopped and continued to observe the ritual.

The wolf began knot fucking the fox, inserting and removing it with each thrust. This new level of pain drove back the pleasure and the fox became a whimpering mess again. But as before he could feel the seeds of pleasure within the pain, which began to grow. Sooner than he could have imagined he began to moan in pleasure again.

Again Atticus bent over and whispered in his ear, "By Lupus and the other gods you were made for this my sweet. Your ass fits my cock like a glove".

Kashmir blushed harder than ever before. It must be true he thought. Why else would the gods allow me to be tricked into this position? Why else would I be receiving pleasure from such a barbaric ritual? My cock dribbling from pleasure? Suddenly he noticed that he was also thrusting back at the wolf. When had that started? It had to be true, it was destined, he had been born to be the wolfs bride. The fox's spirit broke and he accepted his fate.

Atticus had noticed the fox start to hump back before he first knotted him, though the fox seemed to be unaware of his actions. He had thought the fox's spirit was close to breaking then, but it had lasted longer than expected. But now he finally saw the fox tilt his head down and lay his ears flat in submission. At last, he thought and drove the knot in again - this time to tie him. Together they howled - the wolf in conquest, the fox in pleasure.

Seeing the wolf had truly knotted the fox this time and stopped humping, the priest approached the altar. Both ball sacks lay against each other. He cupped both in his hands and gently held them together. He withdrew a gold ring from his robe, with a split so it could be opened. He placed it so it encircled both ball sacks and closed it. The inside of ring was small enough that it couldn't slip off, but too large to constrict their tender flesh.

"This ring symbolizes your bond. Kashmir is now yours" said the priest. The wolf moved them into a sitting position. He hugged the fox tightly, pinning his arms in the process. The priest adjusted the chains on the fox's ankles to hold his legs further apart. He motioned for an acolyte holding a bundle of pink cloth to approach. "The Rite of Possession allows males and females to claim another. The pair must have a dominant and a submissive. To avoid future conflicts the rite decrees that when a male claims another male only the dominant may leave intact". Saying this the priest unfolded the pink cloth to reveal a loaded bander and a knife.

The fox's blood ran cold as he realized what was about to happen. He struggled helplessly in the wolfs grip, and begged for them to spare his balls but his pleas were ignored.

The priest slipped the bander over the fox's ball sack and released the first band. The fox's hissed as the powerful elastic bit into and strangled his flesh. He then released a second band. He placed the bander on the altar and slipped the knife between the bands. "Cut carefully priest. Any unnecessary damage to my bride and I'll have your balls as well". The wolf's threat was unneeded, the priests skilled hands cut through in one quick clean stroke. The fox shut his eyes and yelped with pain. When he opened them again he saw the priests hand held up before him, proudly displaying his precious sack.

"The berries are yours, will you also have the stick?" asked the priest. "Yes I want it all" said the wolf with a grin. "No! Please surely you can let me keep that?" whimpered the fox. "Why? That twig has no purpose now?" the wolf replied. "Please it can still bring me pleasure" the fox's whimpered, the look in his eyes pleading for mercy. Atticus flexed the cock still knotted in the fox, and Kashmir moaned with pleasure in spite of himself. "It seems my cock can give you all the pleasure you need my sweet. Get on with it priest!"

The priest stroked the fox's ridged cock to ensure it was fully erect. "you do seem rather aroused for a male about to lose his cock. Are you sure you don't secretly desire this?" he remarked. The fox's mind reeled at the suggestion - that was insanity, no male could ever desire that ... but was he still male, even without his balls? Had the gods ever intended for him to be male?

The priest forced the sheath to retract as far as possible. He slipped the cock through the bander past the knot. As with the fox's balls two bands were applied, and the knife began to slice into the space between.

Atticus was prepared for the fox's scream. He grabbed he fox's muzzle as its mouth formed the scream, turned it toward him, and covered the fox's mouth with his own. The screams were muffled by the wolfs lustful kiss. As the priest sliced through the wolf continued the kiss and held his jerking bride tight. When the screaming ended the kiss broke off. The fox rested limply in the wolfs arms, softly weeping.

The priest addressed the family members "The ceremony is complete. All rejoice in this hallowed union. Please proceed to the feast hall. Our new couple will join you, after we tend to the bride's wounds". The priest and acolytes left to fetch the needed supplies.

The parents withdrew happily chatting and offering congratulations to one another. But Fiona approached the altar and whispered something into the wolf's ear. The wolf grinned and replied "I would be honored my dear". Then she giggled with delight and ran off to join the others.

Atticus held and cuddled his new wife while they waited for the priest to return and bind the wounds. "The worst is over my sweet. In time you will realize you will be happier without your dangly bits". "You could have let me keep my cock" the fox sobbed. "It wasn't your cock anymore. It was mine to do with as I pleased. Keeping it would only have made it harder to accept your future. I promise they won't go to waste. I have an artisan friend who can do wonders with such things".

"Your baculum will be removed from the cock. They can be fashioned into wonderful fountain pens. A perfect gift for your father, who allowed my claim to stand, when he had the authority to refuse it. I'm sure he will use it to sign many lucrative deals".

Kashmir's heart sank even lower to hear this. As with Fiona, his father was willing to trade him for power.

"The cock and balls are mine to keep. They will be preserved and displayed prominently above our bedroom's fireplace. We can admire them together every time I fuck you there".

Kashmir's suspected this humiliation would break any trace defiance left within him.

"I originally planned to keep the ball sack for myself. It was to be made into a change purse, so I could stroke your wonderful fur even if you were not around. But now I will give the purse to your sister. A precious gift for a precious gift is only fair. Rejoice my love, for Fiona's wedding gift to us is to be your surrogate. She will bear the pups that you cannot".

Hearing this Kashmir's mind simply replayed a single thought - this happened because of her, he had tried to protect her virtue. Lost in this thought he didn't even notice when the priest returned and began binding his wounds.

1 Year later: The last year had brought many changes to Kashmir's life, and he was thankful for them all. His wedding day, painful as it was, was now one of his happiest memories. As the testosterone in his system had faded he had experienced physical and mental changes. His body now looked even more feminine. His already luxuriance fur became even more exquisite. A natural submissiveness had emerged within him. It made the transition to his new life much easier. What had started in misguided ego for both of them had changed, and they were now both deeply in love.

He no longer hated his father. Blinded by ambition he had done terrible things. But without his actions he would never have married Atticus. He now believed the gods had used his father's ambition to steer his life as a sailor would use a rudder.

Nor could he hold any hate for his sister. Six months into their marriage Fiona delivered their first litter of pups, and already had a second litter on the way. Every day was a delight from simply playing and cuddling with their pups. He couldn't hate his sister, in fact he pitied her. She lusted endlessly for Atticus's cock. But his husband denied her, and only bred her a few times until she kindled with pups. She was yet unaware that no further sex was forthcoming. They considered two young litters enough for the foreseeable future. Kashmir on the other hand could enjoy a thorough fucking whenever he wanted. Every day was guaranteed to start and end with wild passionate sex.

This morning had been no different, and they lay spooning in bed basking in post orgasmic afterglow. The feeling of his husband knotted in his ass made him feel complete. His gaze shifted toward the mantel above the fireplace. He smiled when he saw the lovingly preserved cock and balls displayed there. The sight had once filled him with shame, but it now filled him with pride. They had been such a small price to pay for all the love and happiness he had received in return.

On this special day there was no rush to get out of bed. Even the pups weren't a concern as they were staying with Auntie Fiona. They could just relax and cuddle together, until Atticus was ready to fuck him senseless again. The fox shuddered with desire at the thought.

Atticus slid his hand through his wife's fur as he repeatedly kissed the nape of his neck. No matter how many times he felt it the texture never ceased to amaze him. He slid a hand down to the fox's groin and slipped his fingers into the empty sheath. The fox moaned with lust at the touch, and in reply teased the wolf's knot with a squeeze of his ass.

Still playing with the empty skin he tenderly whispered into Kashmir's ear, "Happy Anniversary my love. I have a special gift for you. I have found a surgeon I trust to fore fill your deepest desire. Before our next anniversary you will have a cunny & tits fit for a proper vixen".

Overjoyed at the news, Kashmir gave a silent prayer of thanks to the gods. His life was truly blessed.