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While they could be found in a number of different places around the world, and taking a number of different forms, almost everyone was familiar with the concept of a desert.

An endless field of sand, devoid of almost any water, with only the most hearty of creatures calling it home, the desert was a place that few people dared to venture without the proper preparations. It was a harsh and unforgiving environment, and the lack of plentiful water made it a place that one could easily die of heat stroke, if they weren't careful.

Despite all of those dangers, however, and perhaps even because of them, explorers were still drawn to the desert like a magnet, believing that there were things waiting to be discovered there that were beyond the reach of mortal understanding. Documenting new species of flora, completing the final sections of a map, and even looking for a place to be alone were all rather docile reasons to enter the desert.

Searching for treasures that were supposedly buried there thousands of years ago was a more aggressive reason to pay a visit, and though he was running low on supplies, Duhey was never low on confidence.

"Getting dark enough that I should start looking to set up a shelter," Duhey muttered to himself. He gave his chin a thoughtful stroke and looked around, trying to find the sand dune that was the best combination of coverage from the elements, and yet, the right height to be practical for a shelter that evening. The reputation for how warm a desert was fooled most people into believing that sleeping out in the open was a good idea; an experienced explorer like Duhey wasn't so easily tricked.

Temperatures in the desert could reach into the negatives during the wrong time of year, and though Duhey was traveling in the better part of the year for such actions, it was still getting desperately cold in the evenings. A fennec fox with heritage in the very sands that he was scouring, Duhey knew all too well that he had to craft himself a shelter and put up a small fire before it got too much darker.

Almost a week into his journey, Duhey was still empty handed, and it was a shame; the amount of time and effort he expended into making the trip possible was impressive, at the very least, but to come home empty-handed would be a greater disappointment than any other that Duhey could imagine. "I'm sure I read the map right. I've seen all of the checkpoints along the way, I've stopped and made marks at every single one...the treasure is supposed to be in the dead center of the Basin of Kings, but I can't seem to find it!"

Normally, desert sand were whipped into a certain shape and pattern by the wind, but Duhey left the sands behind him tarnished and tattered by the blade of his shovel. Holes that looked entirely out of place covered the sands around him, and though he was unsure of how far down he should dig, Duhey was running out of places to start, if he was suppose to be in the center of the basin.

The first hole he struck was dead center, according to the latitude and longitude of the map. "Hell...I can't worry about it right now. I've got enough food and water left for a couple days out here," he reminded himself, "But none of that matters if I freeze to death. Better get started."

Cargo shorts allowed Duhey to ventilate just a little bit, but his normally stylized headfur of bright, neon green was flopped over in his face, and his brow was beaded with sweat from the harsh environment around him. He'd been drinking water constantly, and yet, he couldn't seem to cool down. Just like that, however, he knew he'd be shivering in moments, as the desert sun finally faded beyond the horizon.

Paws that were already dirty began burrowing rapidly into the side of the best dune that he could find, deciding it would be just the right height for him to carve a small cave out of. A fennec fox, and thus, a natural burrower, it didn't take Duhey much time or effort to carve out a small hole, and his body was slim enough that he didn't need a lot of room to move around. His fur was the perfect shade of tan to blend in with the desert sand around him, save for the brown tip of his tail, which would be covered up within the hole.

He'd blend right into the world, and the warmth that the sand absorbed throughout the day would keep him toasty throughout the night, if he were able to find sleep.

"Maybe it's because I read the map wrong?" Duhey asked himself, as the gorgeous sunset faded slowly from his view. Clouds slipped across the skyline, taking on a hue of cotton candy pink as they absorbed the last of the sunlight, and the once blue sky shifted between shades of bright orange and fleeting gold as more distant stars began to replace the sun. "Or did I read the numbers wrong? Am I not really in the Basin of Kings?"

Missing out on the kind of beauty that most people would never be able to see in their lives, Duhey ignored that sunset and wrapped himself up in his own thoughts as he crawled into his hole and pondered what had gone wrong in the trip, so far.

**

At first, Duhey was worried that he'd never get to sleep, and that he'd been uneasy and tired the next day, when he awoke.

Instead, he felt great, but there was a bit of a bouncing sensation in his head.

"Wow...sun is really bright today..." he murmured, his voice still groggy with sleep as he tried to rub his eyes, but found that he couldn't move his arms. His worst fear of the sand dune collapsing on him might have come true, and immediately, Duhey scrambled into a panic, trying to get his arms free so that the fluids in his body could get moving again; there was still time to prevent a clot.

His struggles were completely for naught, however, as there was no sand to move away from his body...even his fur was relatively clean and clear of the grains. "I...I don't...what the hell?" he asked, not aware that there was actually someone around to answer him. He couldn't quite rub the sleep out of his eyes, thanks to his lack of mobility, but the keen, blue orbs adjusted rather quickly to the bright sunlight overhead, and noticed that the bouncing sensation wasn't just something from the way he slept.

He was bouncing along with every step that was taken, but his body wasn't moving one bit, and certainly, it still couldn't.

"Wa...wait a minute. Put me down!" he yelled, as he noticed something of a shadow casting over his head, but it wasn't because he was being moved under some sort of a structure. Instead, the creature that was carrying him simply looked down to see what all of the commotion was about, and Duhey, despite all of the heated air around him, froze up in an instant, save for the nervous, chattering sound of his fangs clacking together.

"Noisy...too noisy!" the creature mumbled, or at least, it sounded as such, thanks to the series of bandages that were wrapped around the bridge of its muzzle. "You're going to give me a headache, little one."

It was rare that something so large could actually talk, and even rarer still that the creature would be eloquent, and though it was a nice surprise to Duhey, it didn't relieve his stress at all, when he realized that whatever it was, it was carrying him through the desert, likely far away from his backpack, and all of the food and supplies he brought.

Whatever it was, there was a certain beauty to it, despite the fact that it was a bit terrifying in size alone. Eyes that were a thoughtful shade of yellow-gold gazed down on Duhey, partially lidded, as if the creature wanted him to see how frustrated it was with his constant badgering. Dark, curled horns of brown fell off to either side of its head, and framed up a face that grew slimmer as it moved toward the muzzle.

Soft, cushy breasts sat behind Duhey, keeping his ride fairly smooth and comfortable, all things told, while a set of arms kept his own from moving, but somehow, the creature carried onward, and by Duhey's count, he couldn't think of any mortal thing that had six limbs at such an incredible size.

He'd counted wrong, in his panic; there were six arms, not just limbs, and only one pair of them was actually engaged in keeping the fennec restrained. Somehow, that thought didn't ease his panic either, though the creature easily could have killed Duhey by now, if it really wanted to. For whatever reason, it didn't seem terribly interested in taking his life, or much about him at all, all things told.

"I'm gonna give you a lot more than a headache if you don't tell me what's going on!" Duhey finally shouted back at the much larger creature. It took him that long just to find the courage to speak again, and when he finally had it, the first thing he did was yell something agitating at the creature, and only after he spoke did he realize what a foolish mistake that might have been.

Instead of pain, or some kind of a punishment, however, he felt little more than the ticklish sensation of bare nipples teasing along the fur upon his back, as the creature giggled at him. "That's very sweet of you to offer, little one, but I don't think you're quite equipped for that."

Clearly, the creature understood humor, and was even skilled at playing around with innuendo a little bit. Though Duhey wanted to treat her as a large, mindless beast, it was becoming clear that he couldn't do that, and clearer still that there had to be some kind of a deeper reason that she'd stolen him in the middle of the night.

Why his clothes were all left behind was another story, though he had a feeling the two were directly related. "Did...did you just make a joke out of that?" Duhey asked, as he gave his head a tilt, trying to get another glance into a pair of eyes that twinkled with an intelligence he hadn't anticipated.

"It's no joke. You're far too small to get the job done, but that's not your fault. It's your anatomy," she replied, and no matter how much she spoke, she managed to keep the wrappings tight around her muzzle, refusing to expose it for reasons untold. "I am certain that someone could make good use of it, however. You're a cute little man. You'll fetch a high price at the market."

"The market?!"

"It's not so bad," she cut in, before Duhey had a chance to panic further. "They take good care of their slaves, treat them well, feed them and clothe them...your life will improve dramatically. Count on it."

Though it was left open to blow in the wind, there was a cloak that the creature no doubt used to conceal her possessions while traveling across the more treacherous reaches of the desert, and in some of the pockets, Duhey could see a number of different items that would have concerned any capture: Blindfolds, ropes, gags and more were kept in plentiful numbers, and that was in addition to the ropes that already kept his ankles and knees bound tightly together.

Suddenly, the thought of only having his arms held down wasn't so bad, though the sight of more bondage gear left him without even a sliver of hope to escape the clutches of the creature.

"L-look, ma'am...I...I can't be taken to a market. I've got a life to go back to! You can't just steal people like this!" Duhey tried to explain, though it was clear that his words were falling on deaf ears. "There are laws against this! You'll get in terrible trouble if you're caught!"

"Your people have laws against it...not ours," she explained, "And I've never been caught, in all of my life as a slave runner. I will not be caught today, either."

Her voice was confident without being arrogant, and even if she was just playing the part, she played it so well that Duhey couldn't help believing in her reputation, even if he didn't know of it.

"Listen, miss...?"

"Yarinya."

"Yarinya...lovely name...look. I need you to let me go, okay? I have a house to get back to, and an excavation to finish, and I don't think that people would smile on the whole...y'know, you kidnapping me thing."

Letting out a quiet huff and pausing her casual stroll through the sand, Yarinya gazed down across her own nude figure to the equally nude fennec that was held in one set of her arms. "You beg more than any other man I've ever met. Do you really think I'll give in to that, after so many years of dealing with your kind?"

Duhey already knew that he was beyond hope, but before he could try to protest further, he was cut off by a terrible truth. "Besides, I saw your map. I'm not sure who gave it to you, but the Basin of Kings, and the supposed treasure, are just what we call it to lure wayward adventurers into our trap. You did quite a fair bit of damage to our lands, stranger...I think this is only fair."

From the very beginning, Duhey was set up, and though he had only himself to blame for taking the opportunity, he was furious with those who'd traded him legitimate money for a map that did nothing more than get him captured.

"So you're saying the whole thing was just a big, dumb hoax?!"

"It's not dumb. It actually works quite well, and keeps our market filled with fresh, new faces like yours. It's a shame you're so whiny, really. A cutie like you is sure to fetch a high price."

"Find someone else. I'm not going."

"You have no choice. You were basically a slave the moment you entered the desert, stranger."

"The name's Duhey, and I already told you a bunch of times, you can't sell me, damn it!"

It would have been easy for Yarinya to take one of the gags from her cloak and stuff it into Duhey's muzzle, and certainly, that was a tempting thought for her, at the moment, but she'd have a lot more fun with the fennec if she was able to hear him screaming, after she initiated him.

"Perhaps you'll feel a bit differently about this whole arrangement after I give you your first rights."

"I'd rather you gave me directions back to my things!"

"You say that," Yarinya murmured, "But you don't know what you would be missing out on. I'm only here to give you a sample of the life that you could be missing out on."

The pair of arms that held Duhey released him for a mere moment, and though he saw it as the perfect opportunity to escape, two more arms gripped him by his bound legs and flipped him over, leaving him to get a face full of the multiple breasts that sat upon Yarinya's torso. Two large, full breasts sat just below her collarbone, followed by the tantalizing trail of a smaller set, moving down toward the rather slim berth of her hips.

He hated to admit it, but Duhey was enjoying the view, as his attention was snapped back by the feel of another, open palm stroking over the base of his sack.

"I would never kidnap and sell a creature into slavery that I didn't think would enjoy it, and I've seen your kind, Duhey. You quite enjoy the pleasures of the flesh, hm?" she asked, as her palm displayed an impressive dexterity. Resting flat against the full, untapped orbs within, she delicately swirled her paws in tiny, teasing circles, knowing that it was a touch that could bring even the most nervous man to an erection in seconds. "Look...you're already getting hard. It would seem that I was right about you after all."

There was a moment of disconnect between Duhey and the pleasure that his body felt. On first glance, he thought that this creature was going to eat him, and now, Yarinya was gently stroking her pawtips through the gap between his full, swollen testes as with all of the same tender care as a lover would, with no intention more than bringing him ecstasy. "Th-this...this is kind of a weird way to convince me to go with you..."

Early resistance to the delightful sensation was fading fast as Yarinya continued playfully massaging Duhey's sack, but another one of her arms joined in the fun, and another paw, perhaps a bit too large for the job, wrapped a pair of digits around the base of the fennec's cock. Already, it was beginning to throb with the blood that filled it, and with just one easy, slow stroke, Yarinya was able to milk a whimpering moan out of Duhey.

Though he couldn't see it, her muzzle was grinning under the tight, thick wraps, and he even heard a muffled giggle as his lips tried to seal back closed. "You can play the silent game with me all you want, little one. Your body is very receptive. I can tell so much about you with just a single strooooooke," she said, her voice fading to a long, teasing whisper at the end, "That you don't have to say another word. I'll know if you belong at the market when we're finished here."

Duhey truly couldn't believe his ears, no matter how receptive they were. His fangs were gritted together, and he tried to purse his lips into a pout, but he was almost out of resilience, and Yarinya wasn't nearly out of arms. She could have easily tossed him between the arms to give them a break, if she wanted, but she was plenty strong enough to hold him upside down, allowing one of her own twisted desires to be fulfilled, as she watched the first tiny, thin strands of glistening precum spill from the tip of his fully erect manhood, until they dripped down into the fur of his own chest and neck, thanks to the angle.

"Just so you know, plentiful seed means that you'll fetch even more money at the market," Yarinya pointed out, followed by another quiet giggle. She knew it wouldn't help Duhey accept his fate, but he was finally relegating to it, as his own precum was used as a lubricant on the underside of his shaft. Expertly skilled paws continued to work on his body as the pace increased, and Duhey watched helplessly as Yarinya worked his cock that much faster, edging him closer and closer to an orgasm that he couldn't possibly control.

He tensed his tummy all the same, and gave it one last effort, as he winced his eyes shut, fighting the pleasure that the larger creature was so easily able to provide him. "Y-you...you don't h-have to do this, Yarinya! J-just let me go, please!"

The final set of arms reached out and around to gently stroke and massage at the tired muscles of Duhey's chest, and final pawtips made their way to his nipples, touching and teasing the fennec in a way that he couldn't remember anyone else doing before. Everything was done with such a gentle touch that it allowed the pleasure to well up inside of his body, and Yarinya was a true master of her craft; she knew what kind of a pace to take so that anyone she captured would get to feel a mind-blowing orgasm before they were sold.

It was effective in a number of ways, and though she wouldn't tell Duhey right then, she knew that it would make him a more obedient slave, if the idea of being treated as a sexual tool was thrown into the mix.

"You beg for freedom with your voice," Yarinya teased, "But your body begs for the ultimate release of the slavery that awaits. Which one do you think I should listen to, Duhey?"

Perhaps it was just how skillful Yarinya was with her body. Perhaps it was the way that she truly seemed to care about Duhey, and his well being. It even could have been the fact that the fennec was quietly into the idea of being used against his will, and this was as close as he could get to living out that fantasy.

Whatever it might have been, the fennec was already beginning to shudder helpless against Yarinya's arms as the familiar, delightful tension of orgasm tightened up the muscles throughout his body.

"That's it...give in, Duhey! Let your body guide you!" she cheered, as she felt the first ropes of cum spilling against her pawtips. The poor fennec could only keep his eyes winced shut and try, all in vain, to dodge the long, bursting streaks of his own seed as it was jerked toward him, and his chest and neck were soaked with the same in seconds. His muzzle caught only minor drops, but the fennec was making a terrible mess of himself, thanks to the skillful paws of the larger creature, and no matter how he shook and trembled with ecstasy, Yarinya refused to let him budge even an inch, controlling every aspect of his sexual destiny.

She even seemed to be enjoying herself in the process, as her nipples stood firm, wishing that they could enjoy their own attention, and if Duhey were able to get just a little bit closer, he might have been able to offer her that service, but Yarinya took a strict oath not to create a proper connection with her captures...that kind of softness would cost her a lot of profits, and Duhey was going to fetch her a gold mine.

"Nnnngh...nnyes... f-fuck yes!" Duhey finally allowed his voice to say what his body was saying all along, and as he writhed against Yarinya's powerful arms, his messy yield finally slowed to a trickle that poured lazily across the valley of his crotch. The last drops made it as far as his tummy before they ran out of steam, and the fennec was left there, hanging, panting, and helpless...just the way a slave was meant to be.

Yarinya could already feel herself developing a soft spot for the fennec, as she pulled her cloak closed around him, despite the mess.

**

The auctions were always a lively event, and people of all different walks of life were present there. Creatures big and small, some common, some downright mythical, populated the auction hall, a place hidden not too far from the center of the desert, near ruins that were thought to be abandoned.

During the trip, Duhey had fallen asleep, but he was going to get a rude awakening, as Yarinya finally made her way onto the stage.

"Our next slave for bid is a fennec fox with a bit of a spicy personality, as told by his captor, Yarinya! His feisty nature, vibrant green hair and slim, toned body make him an attractive slave for any household, whether you want cheap labor, or perhaps, a cheap thrill!"

Standing upon the stage, grinning at what was about to happen, Yarinya threw her cloak open, exposing her body to the crowd...and in front of it, the wide, spread tailhole of a fennec fox, who started awake as the lights flew over his eyes. He gasped and looked out at the faces all around him as they admired the sight of the back of his sack, his tight, clenching pucker, and the still-drooling head of his cock, all from behind.

Oh yes, little one...you'll fetch me more money than I could ever need.