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Pawn to King

They saw me before I caught a glimpse of them. Sharp barks rang out and I heard the clatter of armor and heavy foot steps grow closer. I peered back towards the stake palisade surrounding my town and for a second, I considered turning back. Seconds later, a brown mutt emerged from the shadows of the night and tackled me to the ground.

“Please, stop!" I cried out as I tried to struggle to my feet. Another anthro, a gray wolf, joined his canine companion in holding me down. They rolled me onto my chest and began patting me down. “I'm here to negotiate!"

If they understood me, they didn't show any signs. The mutt and the wolf exchanged a few barks and growls, and I peered up to find the dog glaring down at the wolf while baring his fangs. The wolf, still holding my shoulders down, snapped his jaws and the dog stepped back, tail tucking between his legs. The wolf turned his head back to me, catching me staring at the two of them.

I caught a flash of his fangs as he snarled and I shut my eyes as his teeth clamped down on my shoulder. I gasped in pain, but I didn't feel any blood. The wolf's weight shifted and I felt a couple of heavy thrusts against my trousers as he humped my rear. I went limp to let him know that I wasn't going to fight.

When he was satisfied that I had submitted, he began patting my clothes down, looking for weapons. Upon finding none, he grabbed me by the shoulder and helped me to my feet, immediately securing my arms and growling angrily. The mutt sauntered around, yellowed fangs bared and motioned for me to follow.

I began moving, prodded by the wolf who would occasionally snarl or snap when he wasn't satisfied that I was moving fast enough, but he never harmed me beyond a corrective nip to the neck. The dog lead the way and I distracted myself watching his thin, but long-haired tail that slipped out from the gap between his iron mail and his greaves swish from side to side carelessly. It made these brigands, these raiders, almost look adorable, no matter how much of a threat to my town they were.

We soon reached their camp, my original destination. Much as it had looked from the ramparts of my home, it was made up of several fur or leather tents of varying sizes; some merely just long and tall enough to accommodate an anthro laying down and others large enough to stand up in. The anthros were all canine, mostly wolves and dogs, with the occasional fox and the air was thick with their heady musk. They were all clad in armor with swords or axes at their hips, even when they were casually sitting around their campfires. I blushed when a few of them whistled as I was marched by and they wagged their tails eagerly. I was here on a mission, but if I failed no doubt I'd be getting intimately acquainted with them.

We approached the largest tent by far and the front of it was surrounded by wooden frames forming a square with thick cloth tied around them, forming a wall. Two guards, battle-scarred wolves in scale-mail, waved us through into the private section.

Amber eyes shining from the light of torches locked on me. Tiny lights belonging to a wolf with fur so dark that he was almost hidden in the shadows, despite the numerous torches. He was sitting on a stool with his face leaning against his fist and when he wasn't sizing me up with his eyes, he was staring down at the table in front of him, which held a stone chess-board that he was playing a game of with a skinny, orange fox in blue robes.

“Well, now," the black wolf snorted, moving an equally black pawn forward a square, “we've only been camped here for a night and already a human has come offering tribute?"

I was surprised to find that we spoke the same language. His voice was thick and guttural, with a growl behind it. Some of his words were slurred, but I could understand everything he said regardless. I didn't know what to say. I had come this far with a purpose, but now that I was staring at the leader of the band that threatened my town, I found that I was speechless.

The wolf waved to the two guards who escorted me, followed by a short, low bark, and they left.

“You may speak, human. Please tell me why you have bothered me."

My jaw hung open. The wolf had an aura of intimidation that was making me nervous. He was stronger than me, both physically and mentally, and I had a hard time keeping my composure. I almost wanted to throw myself at his feet and beg for mercy, but I needed to keep calm.

“I've come..." I swallowed, “…may I ask whom I'm addressing?"

The fox laughed, turning around on his stool. He lifted his slender muzzle and proudly recited, “You are addressing Alpha Lothar of the Silver Pack! Now would be the time to show some humility, human!"

I bowed deeply, not knowing what the proper protocol was. I had read about the anthros in stories, but most of those stories involve vivid tales of banditry, murder, and rape. There were a few tales that were erotic in nature, usually with a human woman getting snatched away by a brutish wolf or a seductive fox to be ravished, which I must admit I read a great deal often, sometimes imagining myself as the “damsel" in distress for fun. But I digress, none of these tales said anything about actually talking with one of them.

“Alpha Lothar," I said, licking my lips nervously, “I come from the town just across the field and would like to know what your intentions are."

Lothar knocked one of the fox's pawns off the table with his bishop by moving it forward one space straight and then another space diagonally. I almost objected to this illegal move, but feared the wrath of the wolf.

“What have you brought us?" the wolf finally spoke.

“Pardon?"

“You have come here asking questions, but you don't offer anything in return," Lothar muttered as he watched the fox daintily move his black paw from one white piece to another. The fox's tail was twitching sharply. “Give us a reason to listen to you."

The fox slid a white rook through an ivory pawn, jumping from one end of the board to the other to capture a black knight. Lothar cursed sharply but kept his composure as he began to perform another illegal capture in reprisal. The fox looked like he wanted to flip the board, but didn't dare.

“I could teach you how to play chess," I blurted out. Both of the anthros stared back at me, their golden eyes piercing into my soul. Lothar's face was stoic, much as it had been before, while the fox's was incredulous. “I'm sorry, Alpha, but I couldn't help but notice you're playing it wrong."

“The nerve of the human!" the fox snapped. “Alpha, I suggest we lock him in the stocks with his rear exposed and let the camp have their way with him!"

“Vin," Lothar raised his paw, showing off the black pads lining the tips of his fingers and the palm, “we have been looking for a human to show us how to use this thing right."

“But-!"

“Don't worry," a small smile grew on Lothar's muzzle, difficult to see with his lips being as dark as his fur, “if he fails to entertain us, we'll make him pay."

I didn't like the sound of that, but I had no choice but to comply. The fox got up from his stool and with a haughty swish of his tail, he stepped to the side. Lothar motioned towards the seat and I sat down on it.

I went over the proper rules of chess. They had grasped some of the principles, namely that the King needs to be captured to win the game, but they had a strange idea of what moves each piece could make and it took awhile to get it drilled in their skulls. For some rules, such as stopping your opponent from making a move that would put their King in check, they couldn't understand why it was there and complained that if an opponent made such a mistake they should lose; they eventually accepted it as a rule but grumbled about it. One rule that they insisted on was black making the first move, which was against the rules but since it didn't effect the game much, I didn't object too hard and only questioned why, to which Lothar responded:

“We're invading you," Lothar brushed the scalp of his black fur. “It's only fitting that we make the first move, is it not?"

I swallowed. Upon closer inspection, the black pieces were sculpted to look like anthros, with mutts in make-shift armor making up the line of pawns, a regal-looking vixen for the queen, two haughty foxes with tall caps for the bishops, and wolves for all the other pieces. Humans made up the white pieces. It was a fine set, very well-crafted.

“Shall we play a game?" I offered.

“Yes," the Alpha said, rubbing his chin, “yes, we shall. Let's make a wager on it."

“Oh, uh..." I stammered. Last thing I wanted was to rob this armed wolf of any money and give him a reason to be pissed at me.

“Yes, a wager!" Lothar exclaimed, clapping his hands together. “Tell me...I don't believe you told me your name?"

“Henry. I'm the youngest son of the Mayor."

“Tell me, Henry, what do you think happens to the pieces after you capture them?"

“They're captured," I said, shaking my head in confusion, “I don't see..."

“Of course they are, but what happens to them after that?"

“Well, according to the game-"

“The correct answer is that the King can do whatever he pleases with them," Lothar loomed across the table, his glowing eyes staring straight into my face. He flicked the white knight on the right of the board with a curved, ebony claw. “This is you."

Sweat dripped down my brow.

“If you win the game, we'll leave peacefully. If I win the game, we'll raid your home," a grin formed across Vin's lips as Lothar continued, as if he was very familiar with this part of the game already, “but regardless if you win or lose, if I capture your piece, you're mine. Forever."

A lump formed in my throat and I fought hard not to swallow. Not that it mattered, if the stories were true, they could smell fear and no doubt I was reeking with it.

“How do I know you'll keep your word?"

Lothar's lips peeled back, revealing long, ivory fangs. Fire gleaned in his amber eyes, “If I wasn't willing to humor our agreement, I would have simply clapped you in irons and set your town to the torch. It would be a waste of my time if the wager meant nothing."

“Fair enough..."

We began the game silently. Lothar moved one of his pawns forward a step, the one in front of the bishop on his left. This gave me pause. By doing this, there was one opening to his King and it was possible for me, if I was very lucky, to pull off a Fool's Mate and checkmate him in two turns. It was a massive reach, one purely based on chance, but I figured the stupid wolf was ignorant of traps like this in the game based on his knowledge of the rules before I arrived.

I moved the pawn in front of my King forward, clearing the path for my Queen to zip forward diagonally and capture the Alpha's King.

Lothar immediately shoved the pawn next to the last one forward, blocking the attack path. He leered at me with a smile, teeth shoving through the corners of his black lips.

“Cute. You thought I'd fall for that, hm?"

I chewed on my lip. It was a stupid trick, one that I didn't expect to pull off. If he had simply moved the wrong pawn and never sprung my trap, I supposed I'd have been calm. Instead, he deliberately blocked the Fool's Mate, showing that he was catching onto the game far quicker than anyone I'd ever played with.

And then I realized how remedial my skills were at the game. My greatest opponent was the local priest, a man who managed to get his Queen and both bishops captured in five turns. My other usual foes were Bernard, the stable-hand at the local inn, who would lose interest partway through the game after inevitably scratching my set's pieces and leaving traces of horse dung on the board; and Phillip the blacksmith, who made a replacement pawn out of iron after he flung my set across the tavern when he lost, scattering the pieces everywhere.

I wasn't a master at the game. I was, at best, a local champion by default on account of there being no serious competition. And here I was, waging the fate of all my opponents and their families against a wolf who was far sharper than I gave him credit for.

Rough pads stoked against my cheek and I broke out of my blind panic. Lothar was leaning over the board, nose wrinkling back as he sniffed at my face.

“You look nervous."

“I-I'm fine."

His voice lowered to a raspy whisper, “You smell amazing."

My face went red. Lothar responded by wrapping his fingers around the back of my head and rubbing his palm pads in a circle on my neck. I felt so weak and his hands were so strong, I couldn't help but moan.

Nervously, I moved another pawn, I don't remember which, and stamped it on the board with a thump. Lothar bumped his wet nose against mine and sat back in his seat, returning to the game. The tip of my nose was now damp and I hesitated to wipe it off, not knowing if it would be rude to do so. In truth, the feeling was kind of exciting, like the Alpha had left a mark on me, as if he was still holding me.

Shuddering, I continued playing. We were silent for a long time. Each of my moves were slow, carefully calculated now that I wasn't so confident in my skills. Not helping matters were the Alpha's golden eyes, which stared at me with an intense curiosity every moment I contemplated the board.

Lothar's moves were quicker, though he still spent a good time thinking about his strategies. I couldn't help but watch him, how he would rub the tips of the fur on his chin when he was thinking, the scars running across the bridge of his strong muzzle, tracing pink lines through the hairs.

God, if only things were different…

My lack of confidence soon became justified. Lothar had me on the ropes and was able to capture one of my bishops extremely early on, along with a rook. I had only captured a few of his pawns in comparison. It didn't help that I was terrified not only of moving my King, but also the knight that represented me.

And this would prove to be my downfall.

Skilled or not, I was not used to making up strategies for two important pieces. Lothar, on the other hand, was not used to playing chess properly and was more than capable of reading the board and the increasingly nervous human on the other side.

He pinched the muzzle of a black wolven knight and moved it to the third row.

“Check."

I gulped. Not only could his knight take my King, but he could also take myself. This was all because I had failed to move either piece a single step. My first instinct was to move my knight and capture him, but then I saw a smug fox clergyman in the far corner, just waiting to jump across the board and make his move.

I decided to move the King to the left a step, where his Queen originally was, but I hesitated as soon as I touched his crown. I could move him there and that would save the game for a turn, but then Lothar would be able to move his rook up from the King, sending him back into a check that he would not be able to escape. A dog pawn was diagonal from the space above where I wanted to move the King and that would be checkmate.

I would be free. My town would be raided, but I would be free.

But I was relying on a lot of assumptions. Would Lothar even go for the King? He could still capture my knight, ignoring the inevitable checkmate. Hell, at that point, he'd probably be able to get a checkmate shortly after, winning both the town and me.

My throat ached. Maybe no one would get hurt. Maybe I could go back and warn them, let them know to just throw down their arms and let the anthros have whatever they want. It wouldn't be so bad maybe…

The grain stores were light this fall and we would have to slaughter a good deal of our cattle herds to survive the winter. No doubt the anthros, meat-eaters that they were, would steal the lion's share of the herd for themselves. Even if not a single of my friends, my neighbors, were slain by an anthro's blade, many would not survive the famine that was sure to come.

I couldn't let that happen.

I rubbed my legs together. It wouldn't be so bad. Lothar was rough, but when he rubbed his paw against my face there was a gentleness to it. If he was like that all the time, it wouldn't be so bad. I could learn to like that.

That's what I kept thinking as I knocked the wolven knight off the board with my own. I eyed the fox bishop with concern. If Lothar hadn't figured out the next move already, I certainly gave it away.

“Take off your clothes," Lothar growled.

“What?"

Lothar snorted, grinning wildly, “Don't act dumb. You knew what that move meant. You're mine."

I opened my mouth but couldn't get a word out before Lothar interrupted.

“If you don't obey, I'll make sure to take Vin's advice and have you put in the stocks."

My hands shook as I carefully untied the strings holding my tunic in place and pulled it over my head. The winter air scraped across my bare chest like a cold dagger. Lothar looked on, paw rubbing against the crotch of his trousers, very pleased of himself.

“Keep going."

I got out of my seat and untied my belt, letting my trousers fall to the ground. I shivered, rubbing my hands together and huddling for warmth. I knew what Lothar wanted to see, so I left my limp member fly free in the icy wind, much to the Alpha's amusement.

“You humans..." Lothar chuckled, “...it's like you're made for sex."

“What do you mean?"

Lothar motioned to my right. Vin was standing there, as naked as the day he was born. I gasped and turned my face away, but I peered at the fox out of the corner of my eye, unable to truly look away.

“Don't be shy, slave!" Lothar laughed. I cringed upon hearing that word. It didn't seem real yet. “Have a good look!"

He was slim, like a woman, with a thick coat of soft orange fur on his back and white on his belly. The fox had a wry smile on his muzzle and his tail swished playfully behind his rear. Bulging between his thighs was an oblong sheath that kept his cock hidden; the stories were true about them.

There was a heavy tap and I turned back to the board. Lothar's bishop was next to my knight, but the Alpha hesitated to remove my piece.

“It looks like you were captured by a fox," Lothar motioned towards the bishop, whose slender vulpine muzzle was turned up arrogantly as if he realized he was besting the human knight atop his horse. “What a coincidence."

I didn't have time to ask what he meant when I felt two paws grab me by the shoulder and bend me over. I planted my hands on the edge of the board for balance, yelping as I felt soft fur tickle against my rear. Hot air blew against my ear right before a small, cold nose nuzzle my lobe.

“When someone captures another in war, they can do whatever they want with them," Lothar said while watching Vin rub the bridge of his muzzle against my cheek. With a careful flick of his claw, he knocked my knight off the table. “Isn't that right?"

The heavy smell of fox musk filled my nostrils. Under normal circumstances, I would probably consider it oppressive, but with Vin on top of me it felt dominating, like he was in control of all of my senses. I saw his face in the corner of my eye, I heard him growl gently, I felt his fur brush against my back, and I tasted him when I, in a moment of weakness, gave him a quick kiss on the tip of his muzzle.

My kiss made the fox excited. I felt the smooth, tapered tip of his cock reveal itself and rub against my ass.

This was getting very real. I had never been with a man before, let alone an anthro, though I had often fantasized about it. I didn't know whether I wanted this or not. I was about to say something, to tell him to stop, but I was interrupted.

I yelped in pain as Vin forced his cock deep into my ass. It hurt, but there was a pleasure to it as well when his tip hit the right spot deep inside me. Soon, I was gasping with enjoyment and I didn't want it to end. If this was what my Alpha wanted me to do for him, I would do it eagerly.

Lothar cleared his throat, tapping the board with a black claw. I raised my head, which was now almost level with the board, and saw my Alpha peering down at the pieces with anticipation.

“We still have a game to play."

“But-"

“If you don't continue, I'll count that as a loss," Lothar pinched the crown of my King, ready to fling it away.

“Wait, no!" I gasped as Vin gave me a strong thrust. The table shook, rattling the pieces slightly.

“And if you knock the pieces over, that's a loss as well," Lothar lifted my King in the air. “Well then?"

“Yes! Ah!" I screamed with ecstasy. “Please, Alpha! I'll continue!"

Lothar smiled and put my King back down.

The stakes were already high enough without these new rules and a fox pounding me in the rear. I was leaning on the table with both of my hands, making picking up a piece a colossal effort. Thinking was an issue as well, with those little jolts of pleasure that Vin's cock was creating.

I felt like a spark had lit in my brain. In two turns, I was able to capture the very same bishop with my other knight. Despite the fact that I had just captured the haughty fox with a human knight, Lothar did not stop us so that I could fuck Vin.

Something round was slapping against my cheeks with each thrust now. I didn't know at the time, but that was Vin's knot and he was merciful enough not to force me to take it on my first time.

I had to win the game. I had already lost myself, but I couldn't lose the village. I had to win this.

Lothar managed to capture the same knight, but I captured his Queen on the next turn. I nearly knocked over all of my pieces when I moved my rook to get her, but I got her.

“Mate..." I gasped.

Lothar leaned over the table, carefully examining each piece. He looked confused.

“I'm not in check."

“I got your mate..." I smiled, waving the tiny, marble vixen around before tossing her to the side.

The Alpha chuckled, reaching over and stroking my cheek, “I've still got you."

I closed my eyes, leaning my cheek into his pads. With Vin taking me from behind and Lothar holding me from the front, I imagined myself lying naked between them. Vin's slender arms wrapped around my chest and Lothar's strong paws holding both of us close.

Opening my eyes, I found that Lothar had made another move and I continued the game.

Pawns, both dog and human, were captured by the handful. We both sent each other into check many times, but we were able to slip out of it. I got used to playing the game like this and I soon was able to ignore the fox whose cock was inside me, save for the brief aches of pleasure he gave me.

I moved my last bishop a few squares and said, “Check."

Lothar's golden eyes looked down at the table with concern. This was a new expression for him. Even when he was in a tight spot, he never let his worries show on his face. It took me awhile to see it, to see that his King had only two squares to go, going a spot down where a pawn was waiting to spring on him or to the right, where my Queen could pounce across the board to him.

“Mate!" I shouted. “Checkmate!"

“Let him go, Vin."

The fox pulled his cock out, forcing me to shudder. I kept leaning against the table, my rear exposed for Lothar to take Vin's place.

Lothar stood up and padded slowly towards me, armor rattling as he did. Vin stepped behind his Alpha, undoing straps at the back of his chest-plate and letting it clatter to the ground.

His chest was strong and muscular. The fur was as dark as the night, with only a tiny patch of white in the center of his stomach, like a moon against the sky.

Cupping my cheeks in his palms, I stared into his intense yellow eyes as I stood up from the board. He pulled me into a tight embrace, burying my face into the coarse fur of his chest. His musk was earthy with a slightly sweet, almost floral, fragrance beneath it.

“You did good," he whispered, patting me on the back of the head.

“Alpha, please leave them alone."

“Your home is safe," Lothar pulled back from the embrace and bent over, lowering himself to my height. His eyes were looking straight into mine with a fiery intensity, “and you're mine."

I closed my eyes as something wet lashed against my face suddenly. Opening them, I found Lothar licking his lips with his broad, pink tongue.

“I'm yours," I whispered, stroking his furry sheath that kept his thick cock hidden.

Lothar turned me around by the shoulders until I was facing the table once again. I knew what to do and planted both of my palms on it, pushing my rear up. The wolf knew what to do and seconds later I felt his course, warm fur blanket my back, protecting me from the winter's chill.

His fangs nipped at my shoulder before he clamped his jaws down. I shouted as pain shot through my back, but then shivered as it relented in favor of a calm pleasure. He was the Alpha, he was in charge and he was going to show me.

His cock was thicker than Vin's, I could tell as it tickled my rear, probing for entry. It was a good thing the fox had taken me earlier, otherwise I'd have been too tight for the larger wolf. Still, Lothar was careful, gently pushing the tip past my defenses and slowly pulling it back out when he met with resistance. He would repeat this ritual, getting a bit more of his shaft in each time before pulling out.

Something red hovered over my head. I looked up to see a cock with a tapered tip pointed at my face, a black paw stroking it from tip to knot furiously. Vin was going to finish himself off one way or another.

Lothar gave a strong thrust and I gasped as the tip of his cock hit that one sweet spot. He was now all the way inside me, I smiled at the thought of it. Lothar gave me two more gentle thrusts before he was satisfied that I could take him and began putting all his power behind his assault.

“Oh God! Yes!"

Every push made me ache with pleasure. Lothar knew how to make me squeal, that much was certain. There must have been something like an archery target inside me. Vin had shot a few perfect shots but mostly misses, while Lothar, my Alpha, was hitting bullseye every time.

“You're my slave now, human," Lothar growled, easing his fangs off my shoulder.

“Yes, Alpha! Oh..."

“You're such a good little bitch, aren't you?"

Vin's cock shuddered and spurted out thick ropes of cum before I could answer in the affirmative. I opened my mouth, catching a few stray strands, but most of them caught me square in the face. His cum was salty, not quite what I expected, and it smelled much like the fox's musk.

I didn't have time to enjoy my facial, as Lothar was continuing his drives. I felt the round knot at the base of his cock beginning to grow and slap against my ass. Lothar was not as merciful as Vin though and upon feeling it grow, he gave me one strong shove and got his cock all the way in just in time.

I gritted my teeth as the knot continued to grow, stretching the inside of my ass. It hurt, I won't deny that, but I was enjoying getting hurt. I was now attached to my Alpha and couldn't escape even if I wanted and that was thrilling. I was truly his captive now.

His hips continued to pound me from behind. His teeth once against clenched against my shoulder, fangs almost piercing my fragile flesh. I felt his claws rake against my chest, not quite hard enough to cut.

This was what I was born for. I wasn't a brave warrior, a wise scholar, nor a cunning merchant. How could I want to be any of those, when I could be the slave of a proud, powerful wolf such as my Alpha?

And I was a hero in doing this. I saved my town. I left humanity, but I left them behind a gift. Perhaps they'd realize I was responsible for this when the anthro camp packs up and leaves without a fight. Maybe they'd figure out that I sacrificed my freedom for them and lament my fate.

But they would never realize that I was loving every moment of it.

Lothar's cock quivered and a jet of hot semen flooded my insides. Not a drop escaped, thanks to his thick knot plugging up my hole.

A deep howl rang out as Lothar sang to the night sky. He was announcing to the world that I was his.

With his knot still inside me, Lothar collapsed back onto the dirt and I fell against his chest. He wrapped his arms around me, holding me tight, and began gently licking the side of my cheek.

I felt something wet lap against my other cheek and saw that Vin had joined us on the ground. Both the wolf and the fox nuzzled me with their noses before sandwiching me between them. Vin's fur was soft, like fine cotton, while Lothar's was course and rough, but both of them were comforting and warm, especially on a cold night like this.

I drifted off to sleep, the very first time out of many nights that I would fall asleep save in the strong arms of my Alpha.