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The Trophy

Despite everything, it hurt very little. I didn’t even cry and barely even swore. Perhaps it was the adrenaline or the experience I had been through hardening me; hell, perhaps I just really wanted to save my ass and cutting open my cheek with the rotten tooth of a wild animal was a small price to pay.

With one hand pressing against my bleeding cheek and the other wrapped around the rifle, I had no free limbs to push the deceased wolf off of me. Even if I had, I doubt that I had the energy after all of this.

And they were still out there. Searching for me. I didn’t know what they felt the Emperor would do to me, but if the Claw was too soft, according to them, I shuddered at the thought.

Glancing down at the wolf, he seemed almost peaceful with his broad muzzle resting atop my chest. I could have sworn there was a tiny smile at the end of his lips.

“The fuck are you smiling at?”

Nothing. But then, what did I expect to happen? And if he did respond, wouldn’t that say a lot more about my mental state?

“So, wolf, you got any computers that need repairing?”

Well, okay, perhaps I was in a bad mental state. But I was lying under a smelly, dead wolf under pursuit by two people who wanted to turn me over to someone who likely wanted me dead and being that I had just fired a gun off in the woods, chances are they’d know exactly where I was.

The only hope I had was that Horith or Argus heard the shot and came running. But it was a hunt, gunshots were normal, weren’t they? They wouldn’t think anything of it. But the bodyguards, they would know it was me and they’d be coming here unless Shalth continued to hold them off…

I tightened my grip on the rifle.

If Horith or Argus were to find me, I thought to myself, breath seizing up in my lungs, I’d be very, very grateful.

Blushing, I laughed to myself. I probably had hit my head on the way down the slope. But the thought lingered and despite my preference, I couldn’t help but think that if they were to ask, I’d repay the favor.

A branch snapped to the right and I snapped my rifle into position, aiming towards the source. All I could see was a mass of trees so tightly clumped together, there was no more than a few meters of visibility. They could be anywhere/

I don’t care if they have the right to arrest me. I won’t let them. I won’t let them. If you see them: shoot.

I inhaled slowly. Exhaled.

I waited. Waited for them to reveal themselves. Waited to deliver the killing shot. Waited…

“Nate!”

Turning to the left, I saw a mountain of white fur dressed like some sort of a bizarre cowboy. I laughed at his get-up earlier, but now, with all things considered, he looked almost like a dashing hero. It was the Duke.

Kneeling beside me, he put my left temple in the bowl of his paw and slowly sniffed at my wounded cheek.

“You’re bleeding.”

His pink tongue shot out, slurping gently across my wound. Sparks jolted up my spine while he cleaned the wound. He was here. Not Aleesh nor her bodyguards. He saved me once again.

I was not gay, nor, as I have said many times, do I have a preference for aliens; and I especially do not want to be a slave. But I almost – almost told him at that moment that if he wanted, he could have his happy ending.

Eventually, he stopped, briefly gazing into my eyes with those amber orbs of his, before turning his muzzle towards the wolf.

“So, is this guy more your type? He’s got a very strong, masculine scent, wouldn’t you say?”

I tried to make a remark about the rancid stench, but couldn’t do more than stammer.

“How can I compete with such a handsome creature?” Horith complained melodramtically. With a grin, he grabbed the wolf’s head and placed it next to his, making them both stare at me. He then began to start flapping the wolf’s mouth open much like a puppet’s. With a deep, growly voice, even for a Lupiad, he spoke, trying to hide his lip movement, “Why don’t you give Horith a chance? He’s a good guy!”

He stopped, leaving the wolf’s mouth open and using his thumb and index finger to form an exaggerated smile on the wolf’s lips. I laughed, I couldn’t help myself. After everything that had happened, I needed some laughter. Horith made the wolf howl in response tilting his head back.

I saw the briefest glimpse of the small, brown mole just behind the wolf’s front, right fang, tightly gripping onto the gums.

Laughter dying, I remembered the predicament I was in, panic starting to well in my chest.

“Aleesh’s bodyguards...” I gasped, looking back towards the right. Nothing there. “They’re after me.”

The Duke tilted his head like a dog, “Why?”

“They wanted to take me to the King, they said. So he would send me to the Emperor for his own judgment.”

“The Claw is the Emperor’s judgment.”

“They said they were too lenient and they wanted to make sure...”

Snorting, Horith shoved the wolf’s body off of me. I sat up, gasping for air. Horith shook his head, “That woman! No doubt she wants to get back in the good graces of the King.”

“Or the emperor.”

“The King,” Horith muttered, “Is not pleased by her father’s handling of the Congo territories and downright pissed at him having let the situation spill over into the royal territories of Southern Africa. She wants a reset button.”

I stood up, looking at Horith. For once, he looked almost bitter, glancing off in the distance. He must have noticed me, for he quickly turned back to me, grinning, and wrapped his arms around me, pressing my face into his chest.

“But I’m not going to let her take you! They can’t arrest you if I keep you in custody!” He rubbed his muzzle against my cheek, his whiskers tickling me gently, “I’m going to protect you. I don’t care if you...”

I kissed him on the cheek.

He paused.

“Nate?”

Beet red, I mentally hit myself for doing that. I didn’t want to lead him on, but all his talk about protecting me and his face against my cheek...I felt like I owed him after all that he helped me out with and maybe, maybe I was a little curious. I couldn’t be what he wanted, but if he wanted one night...

“I-I-I’m sorry, uh...” I stammered, “I want to go back – to the mansion.”

“Everyone has to present their trophy...”

“Please...” I said, holding his hands in mine, staring up at him, “Please.”

He blinked slowly, “I will meet you after.”

“I...” I paused, looking to the side, “Yes. Please.”

“I’ll, uh, I’ll call for a guard to escort you.”

“Thank you,” I nodded, “My Lord.”

Silently, he pulled a ComPad out from his pocket and began clicking away at it with a claw.

A thought shot into my head.

“One more thing...”

The Duke looked at me past the ComPad, “Yes, Nate?”

“Can I have the wolf’s head mounted?”

The Duke was a man of his word. As soon as we got back to the clearing where the hunt had begun, a group of Lupiad soldiers, not dressed in ceremonial armor like the night before, but in green fatigues were there to greet us. Without further ado, I was arrested, even handcuffed so as to leave no question as to what I was, in case we ran into any enterprising jackal-like bodyguards.

It was a long walk without the horse, but soon enough, we were back at the mansion and I was marched into a cell that adjoined the ‘torture chamber’ I was in before. Despite having the trappings of a dungeon with cold, stone walls and very little light, the room had a bed with a smotheringly soft mattress and satin bedsheets. Suffice to say, I was not exactly mistreated in incarceration.

After some time resting, the door flew open and two black Lupiads, these ones in ceremonial metal armor, bade me to follow them. I got up and immediately they grabbed me by the shoulder, not roughly, and led me up, out of the dungeon, through the party hall and up the stairs once more. We reached a massive, dark wood double door with matching gold Lupiad head’s in profile adorned on each side, staring at each other with ruby eyes. The door’s own guards, a Lupiad and a brown Sirian, saluted and slowly pushed open the door, revealing a regal hall with mahogany paneling and portraits of various Lupiads hanging from the walls.

We took a quick right and I was led through one last door. Steam hissed against my face as I was nearly shoved inside. There was a rectangular pool with a Sirian, possibly the male one resembling a border collie that greeted me and Argus, and a male, solid-brown Vulpeculan; both wearing iron collars and lounging around in the water as if they were waiting for me.

“They will get you ready,” one of the guards said before they both left, slamming the door shut behind them.

I stared back at the two alien slaves. The Vulpeculan shot back a wry smile while the Sirian slowly climbed out of the pool, water dripping from his thick, black and white coat. A deep, musky smell permeated the air; as much as the aliens had a sense of hygiene, with that much hair, there was always bound to be a bit of a smell.

Before I could react, my clothes were off, no doubt the Sirian was an expert on this, and I was being led into the pool. I carefully dipped my toes in, finding the water to be hot, but not overly so, and stepped in. Gasping as the heat overwhelmed me, I heard a splash as the Sirian hopped in behind me. His rough, leathery paws began to massage my back.

Not wanting to let his friend do all the work, the Vulpeculan came to my front. He began to rub a bar of soap on my chest. The scent, beyond the normal soap smell, has a slight earthy smell to it. It was beyond my human nose.

“What’s that smell?” I asked.

“Human,” the Sirian said, causing the Vulpeculan to cover his mouth as he chuckled, “You sweat and then you smell salty.”

“No, the soap.”

The brown Vulpeculan looked at me, then at his friend behind me, before snickering.

“We can’t smell as good as you.”

“Lupiad pheromones,” the Sirian finally said, reaching around to my chest and lathering up the soap.

I wasn’t naive. I knew exactly what they were prepping me for. Perhaps it was my fault for kissing him, it was a stupid thing to do, even if I was only slightly curious and grateful. Now here I was, getting rubbed down with soap that was custom made to get Lupiad’s aroused.

Yelping, I felt a tug on my cock that sent a jolt of arousal through it. Looking down, the Vulpeculan’s tiny paw was now slowly stroking my shaft.

“W-what are you doing?”

“Getting you ready.” Once again, the Vulpeculan looked at me as if I was a simpleton, “Relax.”

As the Vulpeculan continued to stroke, the Sirian splashed water over my chest and back, rinsing off the soap. As if sensing my tension, he began to massage my back once more, carefully rubbing his paw-pads across my shoulders.

“Ahhh...”

Between the rubbing on my cock and the rubbing on my back, I couldn’t help but feel enjoyment. It was two men, but they were experts at what they were doing and there was no denying: it felt good.

Perhaps the Duke would be the same? If he was this gentle, I’d…

No. I would have to be direct. I would have to tell Horith that I was not into men. It doesn’t matter if I was a little curious, that was it, curiosity. It didn’t mean that I had to do this if I didn’t want to, even if he had saved me during the hunt, regardless if it was an accident or not.

I’d tell him. I’d tell him and if he still wanted to have me…

“Present yourself.”

Not really sure what the Sirian meant, I did nothing. Sensing my apprehension, he lifted me back, leaning us against the rim of the pool. Reaching around, he grabbed both of my legs and yanked them back, exposing my butt to the Vulpeculan.

Shooting behind us, the Vulpeculan grabbed something and I heard a squirting noise. Returning, he was rubbing something on his index finger. Something translucent and gooey.

And before I knew it, his finger was up my rear.

“Ah!”

In and out his finger went, twisting and turning, stretching out my anus and lubing it up. Every time the tip of his finger got in far enough, I felt a jolt inside my ass that forced me to gasp in pleasure.

Suddenly, he withdrew and the Sirian broke his grip, sending me floundering into the pool.

“Ready.”

Splashing, both of them leaped from the pool, grabbed towels and swiftly patted themselves dry before opening the door and darting out. I felt my cock, it was rock-hard. I had never gotten it this hard as quick as those two had.

“Someone’s happy to see me.”

Standing at the door was Horith, showing off the entirety of his thick, flowing white coat for me to see. I couldn’t help but stare at his cock sheath, which was still hiding the member inside, but it was clearly beginning to bulge.

Silently, the Duke hopped in the pool, causing a wave of water to overflow onto the marble deck. Casually, he swam next to me and wrapped his strong arm around my shoulders, having us both lean back against the rim of the pool.

“Yours was the best catch during the hunt.”

“R-really?”

“Aleesh got a rat and Argus a squirrel. Shalth brought nothing.” Sighing, he twitched his large, black nose, “Neither of them liked Litho much. It was probably a symbol of their distaste.”

“So, when I...”

“Yes, you presented Litho with the highest honor during the hunt,” he snorted, shaking his head, “I trust that doesn’t exactly fill you with joy, does it?”

Shaking my head, I tried to change the subject, “What did you catch?”

“A better prey, as far as I’m concerned.”

“What?”

“You.”

Horith spun halfway, pressing his arms against my shoulders and pinning me to the edge of the pool. Grinding up against my cock was his sheath. Smiling, he shot his muzzle forward and slowly caressed his wet nose against my cheek. I cringed and looked to the side.

“What’s wrong?”

I silently shook my head, fearing to give any kind of answer.

“Earlier you...”

“I was...”

How the hell could I have explained it?

The Duke didn’t move an inch. His piercing gaze never lifted and neither did his waist leave mine. He was waiting for an answer.

“You were grateful?”

I nodded silently.

“Then you’re not…?”

I shook my head.

“You say that…” Horith pressed his nose against my neck, taking a series of heavy breath’s, “But I can smell that you’re interested.”

“Fuck,” I hissed, looking sharply to the side.

Horith gently placed his palm upon my cheek and drew my attention back to his face, to his golden eyes, to his broad nose, to his strong chin. Even his smell of his fur in the water, it smelled more than the usual smell of wet dog, there was an intoxicating earthiness to it. I knew who I was, but right then, I felt a desire that was more than just mere gratitude. What it added up to, I didn’t know, but I knew that he was right about one thing.

“I-I’m not gay,” I said, stammering over the words as I stared back into those amber orbs, “B-but I might be c-curious.”

“Really now?”

“I-I think,” I fidgeted, looking behind me, “But if I don’t like it...”

“I’ll be gentle.”

His nose nuzzled against mine, slowly caressing me as he reached beneath the water. I gasped as I felt the tip of his claw against the head of my cock. It felt good...almost to the pain of hurting.

“Like that?”

Before I could nod, he poked at the tip once more and I was paralyzed with enjoyment. Sensing my lack of resistance, he shot his tongue out, forcing it past my lips and twisting it with mine while he worked my cock. He had me. Even if I hadn’t wanted it, he had me right there where he wanted me.

With his other hand, he grabbed one of my free hands and pressed it against his moist, white chest-fur, running my palm down it, bumping over a series of nipples down his torso in rows.

“This one...” the Duke whispered, forcing me to rub my finger against the third nipple on the right side of his chest. I continued to caress it, even as his grip left, causing Horith to groan, showing off his fangs in a smile.

Down underwater, I saw something red and long emerge from the Duke’s waist. With my free hand, I reached under and felt it. It was smooth, not barbed, much to my relief; and the tip was tapered. It was thicker and longer than my own cock and despite it being less terrifying than a Regulian’s, I felt anxious. Could this really fit inside me?

Soon, I was facing away from the Duke, both hands planted on the edge of the pool.

It was time to find out.

Two paws grabbed me by the thigh, forcing me to raise my rear, exposing it to him in all its glory.

“Just relax, Nate,” Horith said, running his long tongue against my bare cheek, “Let me know if it hurts.”

Something slipped between my cheeks and a pressure built up against my anus. I knew what it was, but even now, part of me couldn’t believe this was happening. Slowly, the pressure built and I felt the shaft slip inside.

“Agh...” I groaned. It hurt, just a little, but enough to give me pause.

“It’s okay,” Horith whispered, brushing his wet paw against my cheek. His scent nearly took my mind off of the pain, just for a second, “Just relax. Don’t seize up.”

I tried to relax, but I wasn’t really sure if it had any effect at first, at least until I felt his cock gently slither its way in deeper, deeper, until his waist fur brushed up against my rear. He was in. All the way.

Moaning, his cock reached my prostrate, sending an explosion of pleasure through me. This was it, this was the appeal of anal sex. I saw it now.

Pulling back, the Duke began to thrust slowly into me, gradually building up in speed.

“Your ass is mine tonight.”

The tone made me a bit uneasy, but I replied, “Yes. Yes it is!”

Pounding away, the Duke howled in the air like a wolf. It was terrifying to hear at first, but knowing something that powerful had me under control was exciting.

Then I felt it build up: another pressure, only appearing when the base of his cock was all the way in. The stories were true.

“Wait...”

It was too late. His knot was now stuck inside and growing. As it stretched my anus, I gritted my teeth in pain.

“Fuck!”

Still thrusting, even through his movement was limited, the Duke pressed his muzzle against the back of my neck.

“You like it, don’t you?” He whispered, nibbling my neck with his long canines.

“It hurts...” I groaned back. It really did. There were brief periods of pleasure when the pain subsided, but I was getting stretched out in ways I never imagined.

The Duke slowed down, whispering, “It’s almost over.”

His teeth clenched against my neck and I felt his cock throb, filling my ass up with warmth. Horith whined, his tongue lolling out and running down my shoulder.

I was tied to him. One way or another, I was his at that moment. I was his slave.

“I’m your sovereign. Your master.”

He didn’t say that, but I heard it nonetheless, in Litho’s voice.

What had I done? Regret began to build up in my stomach. This wasn’t me. This wasn’t who I was. It felt good. It felt good. But now, with the trusting coming to a halt and his thick knot still stuck up my ass, I felt pain, discomfort, and I was having trouble breathing.

And then I was underwater. I thrashed about but couldn’t move. I couldn’t move…

Groggily, my eye’s slowly opened, but there was nothing, nothing except darkness.

I felt something though, beneath the blanket. My arms were wrapped around someone, someone thin, small, and had a distinct, thick, musky scent. Their coat was thick and bushy. I lowered my hand…

“Let her sleep,” Horith whispered, and I realized there was a heavy arm wrapped around me as well, “She’s had a long day too.”

“What happened…?” I asked in a weak voice.

“You passed out.”

“Who is…?”

“Rit,” he muttered with a snort, “I think she’s more your type.”

“My lord, I...”

“You don’t have to say it,” he said, yawning, “I can tell.”

“I enjoyed it.”

“I can make people enjoy it and you did,” he said, “But you didn’t enjoy it.”

I had nothing to say to that.

“It’s okay,” his leathery palm rubbed against my cheek, “I enjoyed our time together. Once the Claw visits, I’ll arrange for you to go home.”

“The Claw...”

Shuddering, I wrapped my arms tight around Rit. She was still deep in sleep, but moaned slightly as my grip tightened. The Duke likewise did the same to me.

“It’ll be okay.”

“I’m…” I paused, quivering, “I’m scared.”

“You have nothing to hide. They’ll question you and let you go.”

“I don’t know.”

“I’ll protect you, if anything happened,” Horith whispered and I gasped as his cold nose rubbed against my neck. Chuckling, he added, “But you’ll owe me some more personal time.”

“Thank you.”

We laid together in silence. His hand rubbed my chest gently, reassuring me that he was there for me.

“If you want me to leave, I can let you two be alone.”

“No,” I said, “It’s okay.”

I had just been grateful, perhaps taken in by his strength, or perhaps I really was just curious. Still, we both knew that truth. Part of me wanted to revisit him one day, but the greater part of me knew that this was just a one-off thing. I would go back home and have sex with the first woman I find as if I had to prove something to the world.

Still, at that moment, it was reassuring, comforting to have his strong grip around me. I dreaded tomorrow, but right now, I felt like I could handle it.

I had no idea what I was in for.