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A crack whipped through the air, piercing the silence like a deadly blade thrust, and Duhey yelped, ducking behind a car. His left arm started bleeding. He used a hand to cover the wound and then tried to look back over his shoulder. Teeth bared, a growl rumbled in his throat when he spotted the assailant. He was in a disadvantaged position. His gun had no bullets in the barrel, which he used it for intimidation purposes and not practical reasons. The fennec fox grabbed his backpack and tried to look for something that could help him out of the situation. There was nothing useful in there, just some junk food and rags.

Another shot rang out, near his ear, and then a third. It sliced through the window and shattered it into small pieces. Duhey dug his claws into the mud and was ready to make a run for it. If he didn't get out of sight soon, the next bullet might lodge snuggly between his spinal cord and the base of his brain.

His attacker was positioned on a crumbling overpass that towered over the area, with no visual obstructions other than the car he managed to hide behind. He needed an effective escape and he needed it now. He had never felt so trapped before and it was getting him a bit anxious; his heart was beating out of his chest and his hands were trembling. There was no good moment to run, his legs were not responding.

Suddenly he heard a new shot, and he believed he was dead. After a few seconds, he opened his eyes and could still see his hands. He didn't believe his luck. When he carefully glanced over the roof of the car, he saw a different shape approaching him. The shadow was slender, with curves that immediately defined it as a she, and not even too tall - perhaps a bit over five feet - with long ears and a bushy tail. In this world it was kill or be killed, a world where only the strong survived. Even though no kid wanted to hear that, especially when they were a bit grown up, it was always something they faced at some point. So Duhey grabbed his empty gun and quickly moved out of his hiding spot, aiming to the person that was closing up on him.

"Don't move!" Immediately after holding his gun and looking above it, he recognized the person and put the weapon down. "Jeeze, mom. You could at least say something."

"Sorry. Are you alright?" She noticed the bleeding wound and moved behind the car with her son, pulling a small med kit out of her bag to treat the injury. "Good thing I found this on a corpse while coming to your rescue."

She patched up that arm quickly and put the remains of the kit back inside her bag.

"We should find some shelter. I am sure the guy that shot you wasn't alone. Let's go." There were no objections, Duhey just nodded to her words.

With an arm around Duhey's shoulders, the two fennecs walked away from the assault scenario. When Duhey curiously glanced back, he saw a body on the ground wearing a small leather jacket, fingers stiff as if they had been holding tight on the gun before someone - presumably his stepmother - took that away.

Both fennecs had quite a resemblance to one another, despite not being completely related, though Duhey had his hair dyed green and sticking straight up on one side of his head, and most fur on his chest was white instead of the entirety tan coloration on his stepmother.

After walking for a couple hours, they found what seemed to be an abandoned diner that was mostly intact. The remaining chairs were turned over on the tables, burnt and broken sheets were on the counters and there was dust all over. Perhaps back in the day they served coffee, the kind of coffee where the smell alone would take you away to a relaxing place, the kind that would let you forget about all stress... momentarily. The thought distracted Duhey for a moment until his stepmother stopped carrying him and he was asked to sit down on a stool. His stepmom jumped over the counter and started scavenging.

"So, how was it?" She asked, holding a few bottles and tossing them away. "The expedition, I mean." Duhey was slow to respond as he looked down at his feet, gauging how much he could tell about it.

"Well, I suppose I wouldn't call it a success." He groaned, feeling the stinging wound on his shoulder but he knew that it would only last a couple minutes.

"Yeah, mine wasn't all that great either. I couldn't find a lot of supplies." She said, before crouching down. "Oh, look at this!"

"Hmm?" Duhey turned around and saw his stepmother holding up a purple apron that she had to dust off before placing it down on the counter. Judging by the style it looked a bit old, although surprisingly without a stain of blood or any other kind. "Mom, you are not thinking about putting that on, are you?"

"It even comes with a pair of fine shoes, look!"

"Mom! We need food and water, I only got half a bottle and two chocolate bars. We don't have time for this." He said, hopping off the stool to help with the scavenging.

"It's such a shame. Seems like they forgot it here."

Duhey rolled his eyes and cleaned up the window with his sleeve to stare out. When he did, he saw someone slowly walking over and hurried to jump over the counter to put an arm around his mom's shoulders and make her take cover.

"Duhey, wh..."

"Shh... I saw someone." He tried to keep his voice down. "Shit! The bag!"

It was too late. By the time he considered reaching out to grab his bag, he heard the doors open and tried to keep quiet. The wooden floor creaked with almost every step, and the noise was getting closer. He recognized too the sound of a hand picking up his bag, searching inside and then dropping it. They had to stay hidden under the counter. No way could they find another spot now. Being completely silent when he was feeling anxious was not easy; he even heard his breathing and unconsciously had a hand covering his stepmom's mouth for good measure.

Perhaps that would have been a good idea if it wasn't for one thing; the case in front of them was casting their reflection. When he noticed that, he also felt the cold metal of a gun pressing against the side of his head and gulped down.

"Well, well... what is this? I found the little fennec boy again and this time he is not alone." A deep, gravelly voice spoke right behind them, and Duhey was slowly stepping out of his hiding spot with his arms behind his head, almost as if he recognized the voice.

His stepmother, on the other hand, saw the gun inside Duhey's pocket and his hand quickly extended to grab it before leaping up, then turning toward the male that followed them inside. "Mom, no!" Duhey shouted out but with the adrenaline coursing through her veins, he aimed fast, pulling the trigger, causing the gun to emit a... tiny metallic click. The same adrenaline in her veins turned to ice as her eyes widened in horror and all she could see afterwards was the back of a rifle hitting her right on the forehead, making her feel a bit dizzy for a few seconds.

"Stupid bitch! You almost gave me a heart attack." The male was a large boar with patches of white and red on his skin, holding a rifle that probably was loaded unlike the gun.

"She's got nothing to do with this, so just let her be."

"Go be smart on your own ass time." The boar replied, pointing that rifle to Duhey's head. "What are you doing here, huh? Didn't have enough raiding my camp that now you want to steal food from me too?"

When her vision became clear again, Muma Fox glanced up at the boar and recognized the attire. It was the same that the guy she shot earlier to save Duhey was wearing. That could only mean one thing; they were from a particular gang.

"This... is all about survival, you know?" Duhey tried to keep a calm voice despite that he knew his life was in danger again. "Please, don't take it personal."

"You were going to find the same shit as anywhere else. Nothing."

"Yeah, but it was worth a try." The fennec fox tried to walk closer while speaking, although there was still a counter between them. "Where there's people... there is usually some supplies."

Both of the fennec's arms were still raised over his head but he looked down at the rifle, quickly trying to reach down to grab it - perhaps throw the boar off - although his strength was not greater than the other male and as soon as he laid a hand on the weapon, he was hit under the muzzle with it. He ended up being the one thrown off instead, and for what? All he got out of this was a bleeding nose, he couldn't even fight the boar.

"Weak... you are too weak. Not even good enough for a hide. I will find a better use for you two." He said, jumping over the counter and grabbing the fennec fox by the hair with one hand and pointing his rifle at him to urge him forward. "Out. And you don't fucking move a finger or the boy will end up having more holes than a swiss cheese." The boar said to Muma Fox before hitting Duhey's hind legs when they were in front of his bag to make him kneel down. "Pull out everything in the bag. Now!" Unfortunately for Duhey, there were no other weapons inside that bag or anything that could save him out of this new situation, so he did what he was told. The fennec began removing his few belongings, starting with the things of the least value, as if maybe the boar would give up halfway through. It was a hopeless sentiment. He set next to his bag the two chocolate bars and the half bottle of water, a long rope for the expeditions into ruins, a few bobby pins for picking locks and a bunch of useless bottle caps.

"Get the rope." Duhey looked up at the boar with a quizzical look but then did as he was told. He got a sinking feeling in his gut as he began to worry what was gonna happen next. He hoped they would survive the night. "Throw the rope over that rafter." Huh? Duhey looked to where the boar was pointing with his gun. It would be difficult, but he could toss the rope over and catch it from the other side. In order to make sure he could properly throw it, he tied the rope end of the rope into a ball and then tossed it over. "Now tie it to the metal support of the counter." Again, he did as he was told. What other choice did he have.

"Tie up the woman by her arms. But first...I want her to put on that dress." Duhey figured he must be talking about the apron. It's been awhile since most people have seen a dress, they aren't exactly quality survival wear. Duhey looked at Muma Fox, who was sitting upright on the floor tending to her bruised face, and they both shared a worried look. He turned back to the boar. "C'mon, man. Just take our stuff, alright. We don't need any more trouble." Now it was Duhey's turn to get smacked by the rifle, as he fell right next to his stepmom on the broken tiles.

"I said tie the bitch up," the boar whispered under his breath.

Without an option for escape or a chance to get the gun, the fennecs could only do what was asked of them. Muma Fox pulled her arms through the shoulder straps and tied the strings around her back. Afterwards, Duhey tied her hands and arms together, whispering into her ears, "don't worry I won't let him do anything." When he was finished, the boar lowered his rifle walked over to inspect his work. Duhey, realizing he might not get another opportunity, lunged at the rifle and attempted to pull it away, only to get pinned against the glass case with the rifle digging into his throat. "I'm gonna be assuming you won't be trying that again, but I don't think we can go without a punishment for that. Tell you what, you can get to have first taste of her. Get on your knees and pull off her pants."

Duhey gulped, although there was an odd feeling inside of him as his pants began to stir at the imagery the boar left him with. He unzipped her black jeans and began pulling them down her legs, revealing a pink pair of panties. The boar smirked, "Now the panties go off." Duhey slowly slid them off, feeling his crotch stir in his pants as he exposed her butt to the cold air. Muma Fox shivered in response. Duhey further pulled down until the point where her clit was exposed, and he tried not to look but he could feel his pants tightening around his crotch.

When the male fennec finished, the boar walked over and pushed Duhey down, stepping on his chest as he pulled out a knife from his pocket and cut along the fabric of Muma Fox's original shirt. Once he was finished, he tore away the shirt and left her fully exposed to the world aside from the apron she wore. He roughly gripped her ass and she squirmed in response. He looked over and saw the pair of matching shoes on the ground, and then he stepped off of the fox. "Don't forget to put those on her as well."

Duhey nodded and held his step mother's feet up so he could put the shoes on. Once it was done, the boar lifted up Muma Fox's tail with the rifle and flashed a wicked grin.

"Now start eating her out."

"What?"

"I said, eat her out!"

It was a weird idea, he never considered such a thing before. Looking at his stepmother's ass and clit was something but actually... pleasuring her with hiS tongue? Damn, that was fucked up. All he could see in Muma Fox's expression was fear... and a bit of anticipation. So he swallowed and moved his muzzle under that tail, first getting a scent of those privates before his slender tongue lolled out and rested on a spot between the cheeks, not moving, but pressing in with a warm, wet and firmness. Hesitantly, his tongue began to press more firmly, sinking into the flesh area around his stepmother's anus.

Muma Fox suddenly started making a few muffled moan sounds; too surprised by this new sensation to even move. Duhey kept the pressure steady, but realized of something and pulled his head back.

"Could you... at least remove the rope around her ankles? So she can spread the legs and such..."

"Tsk. I better hope that's not another trick. But fine." The boar muttered and cut off the rope that was around Muma Fox's ankles.

Duhey went back fast to eat out that ass, even dragging his tongue a bit over the clit first. Awkwardly, Muma Fox spread her legs to that and rolled her eyes back.

As much as she hated to admit it, his step son was doing really good. That was nothing like she ever felt before, but then again most of the lovers he had didn't bother to offer a rimjob. It was an indescribable pleasure, she could feel every tight muscle inside of her contract as Duhey pushed in further and further into the straining humid depths; body arching and all her moans unfortunately muffled to even be heard proper.

The sight was enough to make the boar's dick throb inside his tight pants and he stepped up closer, placing his rifle against a shoulder before grabbing Muma Fox's head and turning it toward the counter. This made Duhey pull away from his stepmother's ass when he was starting to enjoy it and watched with concern in his eyes. Muma Fox was turned around and pushed down against the counter. That was when things started to get a bit creepy. The boar's tongue was out and rubbing up Muma Fox's face before almost hitting the eye which she closed instinctively.

"Mmmf... you guys were getting too busy without me." Neither of the fennec foxes replied to that. Muma Fox couldn't say a word because she had a ballgag and Duhey was too stunned to even complain.

As if sensing the boar's momentarily weakness, Muma Fox moved to face him. Her arms were still tied up tight around the ropes but not her feet anymore. She tried to lift up her foot, kick the boar where it hurt most but when she did, her leg was stopped in mid air. The idea backfired her. Now that boar could use her leg just to pin her back and have more control. A short, yowling cry left her throat instead. She wanted to snap at the male, dig her claws into the skin, choke the breath out of him. And then what? Risking being shot or overpowered again? So far she wasn't suffering, physically at least.

The boar reached out his free hand to grab one of Muma fox's boobs, weighing it and feeling around until he felt something bumping against his leg. It was the other fox trying to headbutt him. That was what it all came down to; attempts to fight the boar without a chance to do much. Apparently the boar didn't like being interrupted and threw Muma Fox off the counter and on top of the male fennec before removing the weapon from his shoulders and putting it down nearby.

"You like to play, huh? Fine, we will play."

With that, the boar grabbed his dick and pulled it out. Both Muma Fox and Duhey were looking with wide eyes. That thing was really big! They hoped that neither one of them would have do deal with that but no one pulled out their dick in front of someone just to show off.

"Please, this is going too far already." Duhey whined, trying to move but all he could do was sit on his knees.

"Got something to worry about? Are you a queer or something, boy?"

"Uhm... well, this isn't really approp..." The fennec fox began to say.

Muma Fox stared at Duhey as if he were speaking a foreign language. His stepson... a fag? That would be a big reveal, although it wasn't the best moment to come out of the closet. She slowly tried to stand on her feet, so she would offer herself rather than letting the fox go through such a traumatic experience.

"Sit down, bitch!" The boar ordered when he saw the attempt, slapping her. With the two fennecs sitting next to each other, he moved closer and reaching his hand against the tip of his member he started beating it off just inches away from their faces. The tip had already started flaring up and released a tiny trail of pre flowing down the side and onto his hand. Closing one of his eyes he quickened his hand movements, repeatedly stroking himself. A small moan escaped his lips, hot air escaping in front of his face with it.

With how high his libido was, and how rare it was to get some action in the wastelands, it wasn't long before the boar reached his climax, thrusting and twitching his hips into the air with every stroke, prepared for the release. His cum flung high up with the first throb of his dick, hitting his chin. After that, his balls released more and more segments of cum onto the fennecs. After well over a full minute of blissful pleasure, his orgasm subsided but he made sure grab Duhey's head and push it against Muma's fox own, so he had both muzzles together and in range for the last spurts.

Both fennecs just took the load on their faces and a few cock slaps afterwards, Duhey was almost opening his mouth when there was a bit of cum trailing down toward his lips but the smell and the humiliation made him retract on that.

Satisfied, the boar grabbed part of the apron he forced Muma Fox to wear and wiped his dick clean with it. He grabbed the rifle and put his dick back inside his pants, before moving around to grab the end of the rope around Duhey's wrists and tie it up with the one around Muma Fox's hands too.

"Get up." Hesitantly, both of the fennec foxes followed the order. They were tied back to back and without proper synchronization even the simple task of standing up on their feet was a bit difficult. "You are both coming with me."

With the rifle pointing to them, both fennecs started to walk out of the door. Duhey had to walk backwards but when they were back in the open, a group of people were standing nearby.

"I recognize the boy. He is one little troublemaker." One of them said.

"Not anymore." The boar pushed them down on the floor and pulled out an old pack of cigarettes from his pocket. "They are good sluts, if anything. And the boy seems to enjoy cock too. He is really good eating out some ass, though."

"I didn't think you were the type, boss."

"Not mine, idiot! He ate out that bitch's ass. Look."

Pulling them away from each other, the boar put a hoof down on Muma Fox's face to keep her on the ground as he motioned the boy to go back eating out that ass, even lifting up the bushy tail with his rifle for him.

"Now I am not going to wait to see this."

The arch and push from a new pair of hands wedged Duhey's muzzle back between his stepmother's asscheeks, making the faintest sound of a moan as his eyes narrowed in bliss as he rolled and pushed his tongue, lapping at that rear. Another pair of hands sneaked around his hips and began to fondle his privates. The length pulsed as the fingers worked up and down over it. When he looked up, there wasn't much that tail let him contemplate but he could see at least two or three males around Muma Fox, probably fondling her breasts under the apron or even fingering her.

"Oh boy, we really needed a party like this."

"They are gonna be good sluts, I am sure."

"I call dibs on the boy."

"What are you, a faggot?"

Both fennecs had their eyes closed at some point, they could feel all the hands groping them, a couple hard dicks nearby to rub them against their faces, muzzles, some penetrating them... although it was Muma Fox the one who got filled way more than Duhey for obvious reasons.

Duhey's hands were a bit shaky when he reached up to his face, pulling off the visor from his eyes. He was still feeling a bit dizzy after playing for a few hours and after that... strange experience. First, he rubbed his eyes and put the device down on the bed. With a hard on in his shorts and a damp spot, he headed to the living room... and then saw his stepmother step out of her room with an awkward smile on her face.

They stared at each other in silence for a few seconds, Duhey almost felt the urge to go back inside his room and lock himself up, feeling really embarrassed.

"That was... uh..." She began to speak. "Really something. Videogames have really come a long way since I was young. You would never imagine that a pacman game would eventually... change to this."

"I am sorry."

"Don't be sorry, boy. I enjoyed it. I mean... it almost felt so real when you were... well. That was the part I liked more."

"Ah..." Duhey looked away and tried to cover his erection, but doing that just made it more obvious that he was still aroused.

Muma Fox laughed a bit. "Maybe next time we should play alone. Isn't there a world or something without any other players?"

"Y-yeah! I will show you next time."

"Looking forward to it. I am going to get dinner ready."