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Obligatory Content Warning: The following story contains explicit scenes of ANAL SEX between CUBS, including INCEST, as well as CUB ADULT anal sex, NON-CONSENSUAL SEX between adults and cubs, and between cubs, SPANKING, and EXECUTIONS. Oh wow, lotta stuff to warn about here. If any of this offends you, DO NOT READ ON. By reading beyond this point, you waive your right to be offended by my work, because YOU WERE WARNED. For those of you who I haven't scared off... enjoy!

"Come on, Jesse!" Kyle cried, running ahead of the younger fox. The twelve year old was already late to the stables to muck the horses, and his friend was slowing him down.

Jesse panted a bit as he ran hard to keep up with the older boy. At nine, he was significantly smaller and slower, but he tried his best to keep pace with his friend.

Kyle slowed down as they reached the town center. A cart was rolling in, with several bound furs in back, escorted by a small contingent of soldiers. A small crowd had already gathered, the furs milling about, some pulling their cloaks tighter around themselves. The blacksmith across the way wiped his brow and glanced toward the gallows in the middle of the square, then shook his head and refocused on his work.

"Must be doin' an execution today," Kyle said as Jesse came to a stop next to him. "C'mon, let's get up to the hayloft to watch!"

The younger boy squeaked as his friend tugged him to the stables, nearly toppling as he was dragged away, but catching his footing just in time. The two foxes clambered up the ladder in the stable, and ran around to the window facing the square. Kyle flopped down on his belly to watch, Jesse getting down next to him.

As they settled in, a second cart rolled in, the feral horses pulling it plodding along slowly, as though they knew what cruel business they were about to take part in. Two of the soldiers unloaded the cart's contents: five pine coffins, one for each prisoner. The fox kits in the loft noted that one of the boxes was significantly smaller than the other four.

The crowd grew as the soldiers lined up the condemned. A large, muscular anthro horse in a black mask walked up onto the gallows, a heavy axe over his shoulder. Behind him followed the town's magistrate, who gave one glance at the condemned furs, then turned up his nose and walked on. The magistrate brushed a tuft of headfur from before his eyes, and opened a book he had carried up with him.

"Bring forward the accused!" the magistrate cried.

One of the soldiers whacked the first in line in the back with the butt of his spear, and pushed him forward. The fur, a wolf, stumbled forward, and walked slowly up the gallows, staring resolutely at his footpaws.

"You are accused of failure to comply with the king's decree for mandatory service in His Majesty's army. For this, ye shall be beheaded," the magistrate cried.

The wolf barely whimpered as the soldier pushed him down onto the chopping block. The executioner raised his axe high, and brought it down on the wolf's neck. Blood splattered forth as his head was cleanly separated from his body.

"Wow... a clean one," Kyle muttered. "That's rare."

Two soldiers grabbed the now lifeless body, and dragged it away, roughly shoving it into the first of the lined coffins at the base of the gallows. A third soldier picked up the head and tossed it in with the body.

The next two furs in line, one an ox, the second a cat, were led up in similar fashion. Their crimes were announced, both failures to pay tax. The ox struggled, nearly throwing off the massive soldiers who had escorted him up. They got him under control with a few strikes to the side and belly; his head took three chops to separate from his body. The cat barely put up a fight, having to practically be dragged up to the chopping block. Two strikes were needed to separate him from his head. As the fourth was led up, a small commotion arose as the smallest of the five condemned attempted to run away.

The small wolf was quickly grabbed by a soldier and forced to the ground. The furs escorting the fourth condemned fur gripped his arms tighter as they led him up.

"Steven Whitepaw," the magistrate said, glaring at the ferret before him. "You are accused of defying the King's law and plotting against him. For your rebellion, you are condemned to death."

The ferret returned the glare, and spat in the magistrate's face. One of the soldiers holding him up elbowed him in the gut, and the two forced him down onto the chopping block.

"Insolent fool!" the magistrate cried, wiping his face. He looked to the executioner and nodded to him.

A low, rumbling laugh arose from the executioner as he laid his axe down. He walked up behind the ferret, and ripped away the simple loin cloth he was wearing, then lifted the front of his own cloak, taking his massive tool into one paw. With a few quick strokes, he was hard as a rock, and he pressed his tip against the ferret's rear.

"What's he doing?" Jesse whispered.

Kyle stared, his eyes going wide. He registered what was about to happen a second before it began.

A pained cry filled the air as the ferret was penetrated by the horse, the poor fur thrashing wildly as he was filled by the massive member. The executioner grunted as he pushed himself in roughly to the hilt, the soldiers on either side laughing and holding the rebel tight as the horse began thrusting into him.

"How do ya like that, ye bastard?" one of the soldiers cried.

"Cry for mercy!" the other soldier jeered, spitting on the ferret's cheek.

The ferret glared at his captors, and gritted his teeth, struggling hard to keep quiet as the horse abused his rear. After a few thrusts, dissatisfied with his unresponsiveness, the executioner pulled out, his cock glistening with pre mixed with blood, and lifted his axe.

"Death to tyrants!" the ferret screamed, his last words as the axe came down on his neck.

The soldiers laughed as the executioner finished his work, separating the rebel's head from his body. The two who had held him down tossed his body into a coffin, and a third picked up the head, carrying it separately and placing it in a basket to be sent back to the castle, where it would be added on a pike to join the ranks of other executed rebels.

Finally, the soldier picked the fifth fur from the ground, and carried the struggling little one up onto the gallows. A second joined him to hold him down against the chopping block.

"That's Thomas!" Jesse whispered.

Kyle squinted down at the little wolf. Sure enough, the last fur to be executed today was Thomas, a friend of theirs. While executing cubs wasn't unheard of, it was exceedingly rare. "Wonder what he did..."

The magistrate cleared his throat as he checked the register. "You have been found in the company of rebels. For this --"

"I wasn't! I swear, I wasn-" the wolf cub began. A sharp slap across his muzzle silenced him.

"For this," the magistrate continued, "You shall be put to death." He closed the book, then looked at the executioner, and whispered something to him, then strode from the gallows.

The horse let out another laugh as he put his axe down, and came up behind the young wolf, ripping away his trousers. Thomas whimpered, tears streaming down his face. Though he couldn't see behind him, from seeing what had happened to the last rebel, he knew what was about to happen.

His scream pierced the air as the executioner shoved his cock roughly into the young wolf's rear. The horse's paws gripped the young wolf's hips tight as he began thrusting into him, grunting loudly. A few thrusts later, he let out a groan, and ground his hips forward, his seed spilling out around his cock as he filled the youth's rear with his thick, potent spunk.

Jesse squeaked as he felt Kyle's paw on his butt.

"It doesn't really hurt that much... gettin' yur butt filled, that is," Kyle whispered.

"R-really?" Jesse said, turning away from the town square as the horse pulled out.

Kyle nodded, turning to look at the younger kit while keeping the town square in view from the corner of his eye. "Yeah... I can show you, if you want."

Jesse thought about this, cringing as he heard the sound of the axe coming down, and the whoops and hollers from the crowd. "O-ok," he whispered.

Kyle grinned and pushed himself up, then grabbed Jesse's paw and helped the younger kit to his feet. The two made their way back down the ladder, and Kyle led Jesse to the back of the stable, to a spot behind the hay. "This'll do," he said, and pulled down his trousers. "Bend over and pull yur trousers down."

The younger kit nodded, pulling his trousers to his ankles, and bent over, presenting his rear to his friend. "Like this?"

Kyle nodded and put a finger in his mouth, sucking on it for a few seconds, then pulled it out. "Try to relax," he said as he pressed his finger to the younger boy's rear.

Jesse gasped, leaning against the wall as his friend's digit penetrated his virgin tailhole. He squeezed his eyes shut, trying his best to relax as he felt Kyle's finger wiggling around inside him.

For his part, Kyle found himself drooling a bit, his cock standing at full attention as he started to finger fuck his friend's rear. The younger boy's tailhole was so warm and tight! He couldn't wait to get his stiffy in there.

He spent a minute gently stretching the younger boy open, then pulled his finger out and spit on his cock a few times, rubbing his saliva over his member as he started to dribble pre. This, too, he added to his shaft, then pressed his tip up against Jesse's tailhole, his paws grabbing the younger fox's rump and pulling his cheeks apart, giving him a good view of his snug, pink tailstar. "Ready?" Kyle asked.

Jesse nodded, wiggling his rear a bit as he felt his friend's tip against his tailhole. He gasped as he felt his tailhole stretching to accept the older boy's hard prick, his own member stiffening at the feeling.

Kyle let out a soft moan as he pushed into his friend's soft, velvety rear. He pressed his hips in against his friend's rear, and held himself there for a few seconds. "Mmmm... Jesse, you feel so good inside," he whispered.

The younger fox panted softly, reaching down to rub his own stiffening member. "F-feels good," he whispered back.

Kyle grinned as gripped his friend's hips, and started thrusting into him, little grunts escaping his muzzle as he worked into a quick rhythm, his groin slapping against his friend's soft cheeks with each inward thrust, his low-hanging sack slapping against his friend's much more snug coin purse.

Seconds faded into minutes as the older kit pounded into the younger fox's behind, the air filling with the sound of their little grunts and moans, the slapping of their bodies' connection barely audible over their pleasured whimpers.

Jesse's orgasm snuck up on him. The boy's eyes widened as he felt a sudden surge of pleasure centered on his penis. He gritted his teeth, trying to keep quiet as he stroked himself hard and fast, trying to prolong the pleasure for as long as possible as his tailhole clenched tight around the older kit's member.

Kyle gasped as he felt Jesse clamp tight around him. He squeezed the younger kit's hips and keep thrusting into his suddenly-tighter tailhole, and let out a few soft moans as his own peak hit him, his cock twitching in the younger boy's rear as he filled it with a few squirts of his thin seed.

As the two came down from their peaks, their legs gave out, and the two fell to the ground, a tangle of sweaty limbs. They didn't have long to recover.

"What are you two doing back here?!"

The two kits squeaked in surprise as the stable owner towered over them, arms crossed.

"Too busy to do your work, eh, Kyle?" the mouse said, glaring down at him.

"Sorry!" Kyle said, quickly getting up and pulling up his trousers.

The mouse sighed and rolled his eyes. "No matter... I had someone else do it today, anyway. Go home. But don't be late tomorrow, or don't come back at all."

"Yes, sir!" Kyle said, helping Jesse back to his feet.

The younger kit pulled his pants back up, and the two ran from the stables.

* * * * * * * * * * * *

It was late in the evening when Kyle finally returned home. The scent of his mother's cooking reached his nose as he entered their modest house.

"Took you long enough to get home, didn't it?" his mother scolded.

"Sorry, mum," Kyle replied, his ears pressing to his head as he took his seat at the table. His siblings had already gathered, and he noticed that his father's usual seat at the head of the table was empty. "Father still hasn't returned?"

His mother ignored the comment as she began ladling stew into the bowls spread before the pups, purposely skipping over Kyle and saving his for last to punish him for his tardiness. The younger kits immediately began eating, digging in ravenously.

The eldest of the fox kit's, Mark, reached across to grab a slice of bread, his paw colliding with that of Oliver, their eleven year old brother.

"Hey!" Mark snapped, slapping his brother's paw away. "While father's away, I'm the head of the house, so I get the first slice of bread!" As he grabbed one, he heard his brother blow a raspberry at him.

"Yur not the boss of me!" the kit replied, sticking his tongue out at his brother.

"Oh, yeah?" Mark said as he stood up.

Oliver made to get up himself, and squeaked as his older brother pushed him down against the table. He whimpered as he felt his older brother pulling his pants down. "Maaaaark! I'm trying to eeeeeat!"

"You can eat once you've learned your place," the older fox said, holding his brother down with one paw as with the other he pulled down his own pants, freeing his already stiffening cock.

Kyle sighed and rolled his eyes, scooting his chair down a little bit so his brother's flailing arms wouldn't accidentally knock over his own bowl.

"Mooooom!" Oliver whined, tears starting to flow from his eyes as he felt his brother's paw spreading his cheeks, exposing his tailhole fully to the older fox. A couple seconds later, he felt the older fox's cock pressing into his tailhole. It was hardly the first time his brother had topped him, but without lube, and without love, was far different from what he was used to.

Their mother looked up from her own dinner, a furrow creasing her brow. "Mark, not at the dinner table!"

Mark grunted as he started thrusting into his brother's tailhole. "He needs to learn respect!" he barked as he worked into a fast rhythm, the whole table shaking from the fox kit's actions.

"There'll be a spanking in your future if you don't stop that this instant!" the vixen declared, glaring at her eldest son.

The teen fox ignored his mother's warning, letting out small groans as he slid in and out of his brother's rear, arching his back as he worked his cock back and forth, his paws gripping his brother's hips to hold him steady. He squeezed his eyes shut as he focused on his actions, his hips slapping against his whimpering brother's hot rear with each inward thrust. The other kits grabbed their bowls and left, not wanting to have their own dinners spilled by Oliver's flailing arms.

"Moooom! Make him stoooop!" Oliver whined, whimpering and clawing at the table as he tried to escape from his brother's assault. He was far too weak to resist the older fox.

The vixen sighed and shook her head, staring down at her bowl as she continued to eat, seemingly oblivious to her son's plight.

As it became clear to Oliver that his mother wasn't about to step in to save him, he gave up struggling, his body going limp as he whimpered ever louder, letting his brother use his tailhole.

"Oh, shut up!" their mother snapped, silencing the eleven year old.

It didn't take long for the teen to finish. Driven on by his sense of domination over his brother, his mother's refusal to intervene, and the incredible heat of Oliver's tailhole, he grunted aloud, reaching his peak inside his brother's rear, squirting a few shots of his sticky seed deep in his brother.

As Mark pulled out, their mother stood up, and strode over to the two kits. "Mark, bend over," she commanded.

Mark, still a bit dazed from his orgasm, looked at his mother, not quite comprehending what she'd said. "What was that?"

The vixen pulled out a chair, then grabbed the teen's ear, earning a yelp as she tugged him down, the fox falling to his knees, his chest curled over his mother's lap.

"I TOLD YOU TO STOP!" she screamed, punctuating each word with a hard slap against the teen's still-exposed rear.

The teen squealed, gritting his teeth as his mother began to spank him. He knew that if he made a sound, she'd hit him longer and harder, and his dinner was already cooling.

"YOU. Are NOT. The MAN. IN. THIS. HOUSE," the vixen yelled, each word followed with a hard slap that could be heard all around the house. "AND YOU. WILL. LISTEN. TO. YOUR. MOTHER!" As the last slap came down, the fox's tail curled, taking the brunt of the blow.

"OH, now, look at THIS!" the vixen roared, grabbing his tail with her left paw and tugging it up tight along his back, holding it away from his rear. "NAUGHTY. NAUGHTY BOY. YOU DO NOT DO THAT!" she cried, once again punctuating each word of her rant with a sharp slap to the kit's reddening rear.

As his mother tugged his tail up and continued slapping him, a yelp fell unbidden from his muzzle. The ferocity of his mother's spanking had become too much for Mark. Tears flowed freely from his eyes as he yelped and squealed, his body starting to tremble from the growing fire in his rear.

"Oh, NOW you regret it, DON'T YOU?" the vixen cried, laying a few more slaps against her son's rear. She reached over and grabbed a wooden spoon, and began to use that in place of her paw. The switch to the wooden implement brought a new wave of yelps from the teen, the spoon's head leaving deep red marks in his rear.

The vixen let out a feral shriek as she laid the last few strikes against Mark's sore behind. As she finished, she panted heavily, then pulled the fox up by his ear and looked into his eyes. "Never disobey me again. Do you hear me, BOY?"

Mark whimpered and nodded, and scooted backwards as his mother released his ear.

"Good... now, go to your room. No supper for you tonight."

"But, mother!" Mark began. He immediately shut his mouth as he saw the icy glare his mother gave him, and tucked his tail between his legs as he ran off to the small bedroom he shared with his brothers.

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Kyle had high-tailed it out of there when he heard his mother begin spanking Mark. He knew better than to cross his mother when she was in a rage. Besides, the crickets chirping and the cool evening air helped to relax him. It had been a very eventful day, after all.

Almost before he realized it, the twelve year old fox had reached the stables. Ordinarily, he would have kept walking on, but a suspicious noise from inside caught his attention. After quickly glancing around to ensure that he was alone, he crept up to the door and peered in.

The kit's jaw dropped as he registered what he was looking at. The old stable owner had his trousers around his ankles, and he was quite clearly humping one of the mares. He suppressed a giggle as he quickly withdrew, making a mental note of what he'd seen. It could come in handy next time he was late to his job. Maybe he could even get a little extra pay out of it!

As he continued on, his eyes came to rest on the gallows in the town square. A knot formed in his stomach as he remembered the execution earlier in the day, and seeing his friend have his head lopped off. He quickly ran on, deciding it would be good for his nerves to visit some of the spots he and Thomas used to play.

Before long, Kyle found himself near a tree he and Thomas used to climb. He took a couple of breaths, then made a leap for the bottom branch, grabbing onto it and pulling himself up. Slowly, he worked his way higher up into the tree. He almost passed the old hollow without a second glance, but a glimmer caught his eye.

"What the..."

Kyle paused, sitting down on a nearby branch, and reached inside the hollow, pulling out a small canvas sack. He opened it and looked inside, and saw two pieces of parchment and a key. He grabbed the first parchment and unfolded it. A soft gasp escaped his muzzle as he recognized the unsteady handwriting of his recently-decapitated friend.

'Hey! I found sumthin cool wile explorin the dungins today. Gonna meet my brother and his new gang today. Keep this safe till i get back. Tomas.'

Kyle refolded the parchment, then pulled out the other parchment, unfolding and examining it.

It was a map, that much was obvious. The words were printed in a language he couldn't read, in a fancy, flowing script that the fox kit guessed was the language of the nobility. A couple minutes of study, and he spied a few landmarks he knew well -- the river, the forest, the nearby mountains, their very village. He was about to put it away when he spied something off about a spot on the map.

He leaned in and examined the map, and gasped. There was an X sitting on top of an old village miles away. It seemed to point toward a particular building, and a short passage was written nearby, in the same flowing script that he couldn't read. He had heard tales of treasures in the ghost town, but he'd never heard of anything giving definitive proof that the rumors were true. And yet, here in his paws lay a treasure map!

It all made sense. The map, the key -- this could be huge! But it would be foolish to try to seek treasure without even having an idea what the map said, and he knew the route would be dangerous. After all, no one who had gone to the ghost town had ever returned.

The fox kit folded the map up, then took out the old key. It was covered in grime, but hints of gold peeked out here and there. He examined it closely, looking for any hint of what the key might unlock. There seemed to be a small inscription on it, in the same language as the map.

Kyle shrugged and returned the key to the sack along with the map. There was little he could do now. It was late, and he had no idea what the map might lead him to. He glanced around to see if anyone could see him, then stuffed the pouch into his shirt, and made his way carefully down the tree.

Once he was back on the ground, he began walking home, his feet drifting along lazily. Kyle was in no rush to get home tonight. A plan was already forming in his head. He was going to follow that map and find the treasure.