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Good news, bad news By Strega

"No magic," the gul said, and lowered the enchanted spyglass. If you didn't know the trick it was exactly that, a spyglass, but if you spoke the command word it also showed glows where magic items, spells and other arcane frippery were in its field of view.

"None at all?" The speaker was a hestan woman, one of those lithe cat-people with fur and claws and in her case, a nicely curvy shape. She was at least a foot shorter than the hulking wolverine-man, and no more than a third as heavy. "Not even a potion or two?"

"Nothing," the gul growled, and handed her the spyglass.

"He might have a magic item that blocks detection," purred the second hestan woman, this one with soft gray fur and a twitching tail. Like the first she wore a short skirt that ended halfway up her breasts and just beneath her hips, leaving little to the imagination.

"Those aren't common. Or cheap," said the first.

"I suppose he really is so poor he can't afford magic," growled the gul. "Or he's so big he doesn't need it to defend himself."

"Well," purred the first cat-woman, the one with russet fur and cream-colored belly, "Let's find out how big he is, shall we?"

*****

Hialfi spent a great deal of time on the road. Six days a week he trotted from village to village, saddlebags full of mail and sundries hanging from his harness. A galloping horse would have trouble keeping up with him, for a foxtaur nearly eight feet tall at the shoulder has a long-legged advantage over smaller animals. He made it three times around the ring of villages in a week and in this way he made enough to feed himself and augmented that with the occasional side job as a walking crane or county faire ride. It was enough to get by, but barely.

The only way he made any real money was the occasion bounty for a marauding monsters or bandits, which also allowed him to not buy food for a while since most monsters and bandits would fit neatly into his stomach. Bounty hunting was risky, though, and he only did it occasionally. Unless he hit the jackpot and killed some creature with a hoard of treasure he was and remained poor.

He was the only foxtaur anyone had ever seen and he was a familiar sight both in town and on the roads. He was also very, very large. If you measured to the tips of his upright ears he was sixteen feet tall and two tons of slender, swift foxtaur.

He knew every caravan, every farmer, every wagon. When you were too poor to afford a house it was good to be friends with everyone. You might get to sleep in someone's barn in foul weather or spend an evening shooting the breeze with caravan guards rather than curling up under a tree alone. So when he saw the brightly painted wagon on the graveled road ahead he slowed and had a good look before trotting closer, because he'd never seen it before.

It was bright red with images of toys painted in equally gaudy colors, which alone made it stand out, and its crew was equally unusual. At the reins was a gul wolverine-man at least seven feet tall and sitting beneath the canopy were two hestan cat-women, one gray and one reddish of fur. These two species weren't unknown around here but seeing both at once was rare.

The wolverine swung around in his seat to watch him approach and the cat folk watched with wide-eyed interest, elbowing each other and giggling. Hialfi sighed as he realized they were looking at his sheath, but as high as he stood there was no way to keep them from getting a look at that. One of the drawbacks of being a foxtaur is that his privates hung out in the open for all to see.

"Good afternoon," he said as he came up alongside. "And good travels, I hope."

"Good enough," the gul growled. Hialfi noted the long-handled greatsword racked upright at the wolverine's left side and the thick-bodied composite bow next to that. He was instantly envious.

"What I wouldn't give for a bow my size," he mused. The gul must have noticed how slowly he had to walk to keep pace with the wagon and tugged the reins to bring the wagon to a stop next to the road.

"Thank you," said Hialfi as as he sat down, curling his tail around alongside him. His tail alone was bulkier than all three of the wagon's riders, though most of it was dense orange fur.

"Giant sized bows are rare," the gul growled. "I've heard of them but never seen one. Most giants just throw rocks or maybe javelins," he said with a nod to the three throwing-spears hanging along Hialfi's flank. They had once been polearms used by gnolls but they served him decently as javelins, their prior owners being too digested to need them any more.

"I'm Hialfi, by the way," the foxtaur said.

"We know!", giggled the cat women, and the gul rolled his eyes.

"Ratik," growled the gul. "This is Alma," nodding to the russet cat, "And Cara," the gray. "We're new to this area and missed the caravan, but we heard it was safe enough for a lone wagon. Heard about you in the caravansary up the road."

The wolverine-man slid off the driver's bench and began checking the horse's hooves. Hialfi considered the well-fitted brigandine armor the gul was wearing, envious of it as well, before becoming nervously aware of the cat-females's gaze.

They were both staring wide-eyed, their chins propped up on their elbows as they lay among the crates. He was all too aware of the furry bosoms poking from between their arms, but at least they weren't looking at his bits any more.

"Ladies," he muttered. "It's a pleasant day for-."

"You are a very big fox," the gray one interjected. "What do you do for sex? There can't be many females your size."

With a sinking sensation Hialfi suspected that a certain song was about to be brought up. He invoked the tried and true Deny Everything Defense to stave that off.

"You're right, there aren't," he said. "I can't be with females your size because of," he gestured downward, "Fit issues, and there aren't any foxtaur-femmes or giantesses around."

"You could always masturbate," the russet one said brightly, and Hialfi stifled a cough. Out of the corner of his eye he saw the gul shake his head. He had the sense that the wolverine-man was all too familiar with the lack of a filter between the hestan's brains and their mouths. Hialfi hadn't met many hestans but these seemed...much less filtered that most. Presumably the gul was the salesmen and the cats were eye candy to attract customers. Conversational skills were not the top priority when you were hiring someone for that.

They were both looking at his belly now, and naturally, being the brainless serpent that it was, he felt cool air against the tip of his penis. Beyond the problem of his lower body enthusiastically having its way with any female large enough to mount, no matter how hideous or unsuitable, there was the all too common issue of his tip peeking out for air at awkward moments. Now a pointed tip the thickness of a man's calf was sprouting and two attentive sets of eyes were watching as it happened. For once he couldn't really blame it, given how scantily the two furry females were dressed.

"Yes," Hialfi said after a pause. "Obviously, if all else fails-"

"May we watch," said the gray one, and the two came slinking out of the crates on all fours. They were humanoid - if there were 'feral' hestans, he'd never met one - but they came off the wagon like sleek four-legged felines, tails sweeping slowly back and forth as though they were on the hunt. Neither wore much in the way of clothing nor seemed to care that as they sat down before him he we looking right down into their cleavages. The tip was joined by a few more inches of pink meat and he felt the beginnings of a familiar stiffness as his sheath swelled.

"I," growled the gul, and Hialfi jumped, "Am going to take a nap. Wake me when it's over." He hopped up into the wagon and vanished behind the canopy, ears back and radiating I-don't-have-time-for-this in every bristle of his brown fur.

Well, this was happening. Hialfi glanced both ways down the road and was happy to see no approaching wagons, riders, or anything else he wouldn't want to see what was about to happen.

"If you like," he said with a smile, because he could count on the fingers of one hand how many times he'd had fun with women he actually considered attractive since he became a foxtaur. These were much too small to fuck but as one licked the shoulder of the other and their hands began to wander beneath their skirts it was with no reluctance at all that he twisted to the side and leaned down to reach for himself with both hands.

By the time he gripped his sheath it was stiff as an iron bar and his feral half lurched upright at his touch. Luckily he was expecting that and didn't step on the hestans, who watched with wide-eyed lust as he began to hump. He had no control over that part of it and his brainless lower body followed its impulses whether he wanted it to or not, but in this instance they were of one mind. There were two sexy cat-ladies watching and fingering one another as his lower half humped and he gripped the tight fur of his sheath to let his cock slide forward and back within it.

In seconds the pink shaft was pistoning in and out, thicker than the thighs of the cat-women and long enough to impale one from crotch, through their body and out of the mouth if he somehow mounted one of them. Hialfi put that horrible thought aside and watched them lick and fondle each other. He had the sense that the only reason rough cat tongues weren't buried in ready sexes was that they were watching him instead.

It was very, very rare for him to get to watch that sort of action and he'd been hard before he ever touched himself. As the cat-women mewled and his feral half humped he felt the shuddery beginnings of orgasm. He was too horny to hold back for very long even if he wanted and he was panting too hard to say anything in warning but he gestured desperately with his muzzle for them to get out of the way. Very soon now things were going to get messy.

Instead they stared at his dripping tip like birds transfixed by the gaze of a serpent and his lust built and built until there was no containing it any more. Hialfi yelped, his tail lashing from side to side, and a stream of semen as thick as a man's wrist spurted from his cock.

It was too late to try to twist aside and the shuddering orgasm running through his haunches and up his spine would have made it impossible in any case. The two hestans, who had crept closer to get the best possible view, were at just the right distance to absorb the blast. The gray-furred one got a quart of fox goo in the center of her chest and the second spurt hit her in the face as she recoiled in shock. The russet-furred cat woman, only catching the edges of the spray, yowled and giggled as nearly a gallon of vulpine seed turned her companion into a dripping white mess. What missed the gray cat hit the ground behind her, leaving a huge sticky splat with a hestan-shaped void in the middle.

The last spurt didn't make it to the cats and Hialfi reluctantly let go of his sheath, wanting badly to pump himself a few more times but too embarrassed by the mess he'd made of...Cara?

"Sorry, sorry! I tried to warn you, but it, it got out of hand too fast."

The reddish cat giggled as the gray wiped cum from her eyes, and as the gray cleaned off parts of her stuck-together fur Hialfi was surprised to see her grin. She reached behind her with sticky fingers and undid a clasp, tugging her dress up over her head. He looked from one to the other to find the russet one doing the same. With the gooey dress removed the gray's soft fur fluffed out, at least where it wasn't slicked down with cum, and both cats stood up as one.

"On your back, fox," she said in a commanding tone, and when he blinked at her in confusion she grinned again. "I'm already a mess, so I might as well get a close-up view."

This sort of thing had only happened once before, and it'd been foxwomen then, but he offered little resistance as they pushed at him with little hands. It took a minute to shift the gear and bags on his harness out of the way and then he was flat on his back, humanoid body stretched out in line with his feral half to watch as the catwomen used his harness as a ladder to climb up onto his belly.

He had come minutes before but he was already stiff when two lithe feline bodies sandwiched his sheathe and kneaded his cock into view. Within another minute they had it pinned between their bellies and were riding his rapidly developing knot and licking his tip with raspy tongues. Conveniently he was long enough that they could face each other with his tip between their muzzles, which let them lean past it and exchange deep kisses between licks.

His hands were far too large to grope them as they serviced him but his tongue would work just fine. Hialfi braced himself on his elbows and curled down over his feral chest, knowing from experience that he could lick his own balls or something near them. The bouncing gray yowled as a tongue as thick as her arm found her sex. He tasted the salt of his seed on the fur around her cleft, and on her inner thighs, and everywhere else his tongue landed. She was a mess and she was about to get messier.

This was a position in which his feral half couldn't get of control but it was thrusting up between them, soft fur with strong feline bodies behind it rubbing his cock and the cats yowling as first one and then the other felt the touch of his broad salivating tongue.

It was the best thing that had happened to him in months, if not years. His lover the giant badger was fun to fuck, as were his occasional other feral lovers, but there was always a sense of guilt afterward for humping an animal. His few sapient lovers were either ugly or violent but here were two beautiful and willing women doing their best to milk the cum out of him with their hands, breasts, tongues and bodies.

He was a healthy young fox and they were going to get what they wanted. This time he managed to hold back for several minutes, trying to return the favor with his tongue even as his foot-wide knot swelled hard beneath their pussies. Both were purring and yowling as his balls tensed up and the shudder began once more in the big muscles of his haunches. He tried to hold back, he tried to think of other things, but eventually his huge tail began to twitch and a heat rose in his balls that could not be stopped.

Hialfi yelped, tail thumping the ground as a geyser of cum spurted upward past the cats. His tip was between their tongues when it happened so the thick rope of goo missed them on the way up, but that near-gallon of semen had to go somewhere and it rained down on them. The russet hestan didn't escape this time and walnut-sized droplets of viscous cum burst on his belly fur as well. The gray hestan wore a double coating of fox semen now and both were purring, whether from their own orgasms or out of sheer joy.

They were sticky and grinning and he slid his tongue beneath them when they hiked up their tails and presented themselves to him. It was only fair that they get what he'd just had and soon enough they did. He licked them as clean as he could manage when they were done shivering and it was very cheerful foxtaur who climbed back to his paws and trotted down the road, reaching down to rub his belly fur where his cum stuck it together. There was a bakery in the next town that always had cheap day-old bread and he'd worked up an appetite.

Alma waited until he was almost out of sight, respecting the fox's huge ears and how good his hearing must be. Finally she spoke.

"Did you get all that?"

"Of course," growled the wolverine-man as he climbed out of the wagon. "I sent out the Wizard Eyes as soon as I stopped the wagon and I monitored them to make sure I had good views. With no magic the fox couldn't have any idea I was recording it all."

Alma and Cara grinned, and the gray-furred one spoke next. "This is our best score in months. You have to keep the material fresh, after all."

It was the wolverine's turn to show his fangs. It had taken all their savings to buy the magical recording items in the wagon and the complex Programmed Illusion that let them play back encounters of their choice for an audience, but it'd been worth every copper. He leaned down and gave the russet-furred hestan's neck a nip, and she giggled.

"Later," she purred, for of course their burly guard was a participant in many of the scenes they played back for patrons. Well-hung gul on screeching hestan woman was an audience pleaser but even more exotic fare needed to be sprinkled in with it. A week before she'd fucked a druid's pet dire bear and the week before that they'd gotten good footage of her and Cara taking turns sucking off a friendly minotaur. Then there was the time an amazingly flexible gnome woman took Ratik's formidable cock up her ass, and all the other times he boned monsters, furry and non-furry females, not to mention males.

Thus they had come to this rural backwater, drawn by the Tale Of The Lonely Fox and easily seducing their newest co-star.

"Well, we might as well make a circuit of these villages while we're here," Alma purred. "These yokels won't have seen toys this fine before." She opened one of the smaller crates and ran a clawed hand over the lovingly crafted sex aids within, modeled after the genitals of a dozen different species. They had toys for children too, of course, but they knew where the real money was.

Afterwards, when they'd made all the money they could make hereabouts, they would return to the wider world. In the larger cities they'd sell copies of their magical recordings. The more exotic ones fetched more money, and as far as they knew there was only one foxtaur anywhere.

Hialfi didn't know it, but in certain circles at least, he was about to become famous.