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Some initial notes before the story begins.

1. This story was born of an RP between myself and a SoFurry user named Gideon Kale Jarvis (I suggest taking a look at his other works as they are excellently written)

2. The very first post is his and after you see an asterisk ( * ) the writer, and perspective will change

3. The very first OOC (Out Of Character) note belongs to Gideon and introduces the characters on his side of the story.

4. All other OOC segments of Gideon's have been removed for privacy reasons

5. Any other OOC segments encountered are written by me (Fenrir Shadowfang).

6. This contains some fairly disturbing things at times and contains characters which are owned by major companies like Bandai-Namco and Disney. These characters are not the same versions as appear in the original works, being older, more mature, having different personalities etc so please keep in mind.

7. All characters in this work range from a fresh, young 18 to myself, Fenrir, being several thousand years old.

Those without an especially good sense of smell probably wouldn’t even have noticed. After all, the road was now completely bare, without a single trace of struggle or discord; obviously whoever had been through had taken great pains to remove all the evidence.

But to those who did know what to look for, the signs were all too clear: there had been a carriage along this road, heavy-laden, with the sort of train expected of those with very high station. And that carriage had been waylaid, dragged off the side of the road, and burned in a nearby gulley, so that it would never be found. If someone were to follow the smell, though, faint as it was, they’d discover the remnants of the carriage, once so fine, and several graves, where now lay the bodies of the guards who had once defended the noble procession, stripped of everything valuable…and tracks!

Following those tracks would require someone with keen senses, expert woodcraft, or, better yet, both. They would lead a winding trail through the forest, for whoever had made them had taken great pains to cover their path, doubling back on themselves frequently. The scent with those tracks would be hard to figure out, but it would include the rough scent of bestial males, rough and virile and sweaty, and also moderately aroused at the prospect of what were surely vile acts they intended for the very near future. With those male scents was also the delicate perfumes of fine, well-bred noble ladies…and the best, most lingering scents of all: females, young, healthy…and just ripened into the peak of their fertile period! There were seven of them, that was for certain, though how many might be prisoners and how many might be potential foes…well, that would only become clear with investigation.

The trail would end abruptly at the base of a hill hidden in the foothills of the mountains just beyond the great, deep forest. And on that hill was a rude wooden fort, something erected fairly recently, and quite quickly from its appearance. Obviously this was either the work of incompetents, or (far more likely) a structure meant to be temporary, as was pretty typical of bandits, living in one place for a few months in a well-defended location, then moving on before any bounty hunters or military forces could come to bear on them. There was a watchtower on the side of the fort facing the trail up the hill…but perhaps the place might be approached from the rear. There was also a palisade along the inner side of the fort, allowing guards to walk and look over. And what guards they were: wolves, wearing hoods that concealed their features, bearing swords on their belts, and bows at the ready. There was also a burly rhino, wearing a mail breastplate and carrying a heavy arbalest, standing watch in the tower, looking sternly out over the approach as well.

If someone could track through the woods, they might find a way to creep up through the rocks and bushes to the back of the fort. Then again, perhaps they might try to head straight up to the main gate. Whatever means were used to approach the wooden fort on the hill, though, if such a daring tracker managed the feat, and could peer over the wall, they would see a horrifying sight!

There, close to the middle of a wide, tramped-down earthen area were three poles, each about eight feet tall. Bound back-to-back against these poles (with one holding only a single occupant) were five lovely female figures. Two were human, young, innocent of face, and dressed in fine clothes, albeit ones that had been somewhat simplified to make them travel better. They were both blondes, but where one had a slightly more rounded face, and a trimmer, more muscular body, almost boyish, and kept her hair bound in a bottom-length braid, the other had her hair free, and was more willowy of limb. Both had been gagged, muffling their vociferous objections to their present treatment as they wriggled fetchingly against the rough wood to which they had been bound.

While these two shared a single pole, another was being used by a young and lovely red-furred vixen maid, complete with a wimple for her head, held up by the delicate points of her ears. Obviously she was being singled out for special attention, because standing before her was a fat-yet-muscular wolf, who leered at the beautiful, brown-eyed beauty as he looked her up and down.

“Well, Marian,” the wolf chuckled in a deceptively relaxed drawl, reaching out to caress her cheek, only for the muzzled beauty to turn her head away in disgust, making the burly brute grin more widely. “Looks like we’ve met again. You an’ yer little friends here aren’t gonna come off so well this time, though. No, I think yer gonna regret all the trouble you gave me back in the day. But don’t you worry: I’ll make sure to start with your friends, so you get a good look at what I’ll be doin’ to you last of all.”

Against the last pole wriggled a golden-furred vixen, tall and muscular, with deep black eyes, in which gleamed bright blue irises that glared out at her captors with fury. She’d been bound like the two human girls, except with a muzzle like the slim red vixen tied to the middle pole, but unlike them, she’d been stripped naked…and what a sight she was! Her belly was flat and taut, and rippled with visible muscle, muscle that could be seen standing out in cords on her legs and arms. And those breasts! They were towering monuments, only barely kept from complete sight by a proud ruff of snowy white chestfur, which managed (barely) to cover her nipples.

Behind the bound golden vixen, a powerful and proud-looking houndoom woman stood, her expression dour and stony, plates of armor working together with the natural bony plates on her body to just barely cover her more-than-ample womanly attributes. She was holding a beautiful rough collie bitch firmly, her significant cleavage squeezed against the shorter female’s back. The collie’s arms were already bound behind her, her mouth muzzled like the others, though she bared her sharp white teeth in defiance as a giggling mightyena woman, only slightly less well-endowed than the houndoom babe, wearing a simple loincloth and halter to grant her better mobility, gleefully finished tearing off the last of the collie’s shining plate armor, baring her flawless, upthrust breasts with their wide pink nipples, each a delicate color, like roses peeking up to the sun, that stood out clearly through her cream-colored tummyfur.

“Can I call the boys for feeding time now?” the mightyena asked, licking her chops as she and the houndoom forced the collie against the pole, then tied her in place, looping the rope under and over her breasts, making them stick out almost as much as those of the golden vixen. As she spoke, she motioned to the various other lean wolves and burly rhinos around the campyard, most of them doing their best to look busy, but all of them certainly paying most of their attention to the show going on near the middle of the yard. “Not that miss fat-tits here would care either way, of course!” she added with a cruel laugh, while the houndoom babe’s scowl just deepened a little more.

“Not just yet,” the rotund, thick-bodied wolf replied, ambling with a casual saunter over to the squirming human cuties, then reaching out…and grabbing the one with the braid by her hair, unlooping the secondary bindings holding her to the pole with a quick tug of his other hand. “We’ll start by branding these cuties!” he declared with a wide grin, almost casually ripping the poor blonde girl’s dress right down the front, exposing her smooth, flawless teenage body in an instant, and making her squeal loudly into her gag as she began to struggle mightily against his grip. “With a slave’s brand on ‘em, there aren’t many who’ll bother to notice that they used ta be royalty, after all,” he concluded with a smirk.

Not even seeming to notice the poor girl’s frantic struggles or wide-eyed horror, the burly lead wolf marched the sleek, tight-bodied teenaged over to a sturdy-looking pillory, a brazier sizzling nearby, several long-handled branding irons thrust deep within. With ease, he bent the poor girl over into the stocks, then locked them firmly in place, pinning her down on all-fours, her heart-shaped little tushie thrust outward, the delicate folds of her innocent cunny a clear and easy target, almost as easy as the impossibly tight rosebud of her anus.

“Mmmm!” squealed the poor girl as the wicked wolf brought his palm – almost entirely covering her bottom – down hard on the girl’s buns with a loud smack, before he began to cruelly grind his hand against her snugly-clasped folds until they grew flushed and puffy. “MMMMM!”

“Mmm,” said the burly wolf, slurping up the moisture on his fingers, then sucking on them, one by one, as though he’d just enjoyed an especially tasty snack. “Yep, that’s prime pussy, all right. You can help yerself, if you wanna,” he added in an aside to the two pokebabes, while he turned his back, gripping one of the irons, and starting to rotate it in the fire, getting it to the proper sizzling heat for branding a poor, doomed slavegirl’s bottom.

“All right!” exclaimed the mightyena eagerly as she and her better-endowed companion finished binding the colliegirl to the post behind the golden vixen, hurrying over to roughly seize the pubescent human’s bottom, and greedily thrust her muzzle up against the tender quim. Soon she was slurping loudly, while the girl was wailing almost as loudly, her head thrashing, her dainty hands balled up into fists.

“I shall check the guards,” the houndoom stated with a curl of her lip in distaste, before she turned, and headed toward the stair leading up to the palisade.

OOC: Just to end out, here’s the characters that show up:

https://disney.fandom.com/wiki/Sheriff_of_Nottingh... (villain)

Houndoom female (villain) - lacks a name at present, quite busty and muscular, embarrassed about her breast size, very duty-focused and serious and dour

Mightyena female (villain) - lacks a name at present; also busty, though not quite as much as the Houndoom (and teases her about it); a mean sort who will encourage mean things being done, especially to cute girls; a wicked giggler and jester type who can be quite creative

Wolf archers and rhino guards https://disney.fandom.com/wiki/Wolf_Arrowmen and https://disney.fandom.com/wiki/Rhino_Guards - villainous mooks

Maid Marian

https://disney.fandom.com/wiki/Princess_Calla

https://disney.fandom.com/wiki/Eilonwy

https://digimon.fandom.com/wiki/Taomon

Colleen from Road Rovers - can shift between feral and anthro - a bodyguard

And some image links, for the fun of it (all NSFW, to warn you):

https://www.8muses.com/comics/album/Affect3D-Comic... - to show rhinos having fun, and an elephant and a crocodile for good measure

http://rule34.paheal.net/post/view/2051475 - the relative size of Calla’s breasts

http://rule34.paheal.net/post/view/972721

http://rule34.paheal.net/post/view/3351587

http://rule34.paheal.net/post/view/2446520

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OOC notes: I cannot be responsible for what I end up writing going in bizarre directions. The reason I say this is because once I start writing, the words just flow out of my mind and onto the page without me really even thinking about where I am going with the tale. It is like I am merely being used as a conduit for someone or something else to write through me.

Now, back to my first post.

Fenrir

In days long past these very woods were full of untamed legends, monsters and demons from the darkest depths of nightmare vistas. Among these creatures were such well-known beasts as ogres, trolls, harpies, hags, werewolves and things that were far worse. Nearly every creature imaginable, and many that weren't, had been seen in the region; there was even a tale of a Jabberwock, though few believe that particular one.

However, what terrified the people who lived nearby the most were the tales of a tri-headed demon dog with thrice the number of tails as it had heads. It was said to be older than anything else that ever walked through the shadows of the woods, yet there were no tales of its origin. This diabolical creature had a reputation for absconding with women of all ages and was said to have its way with them, force them to spawn more monsters for the region before returning those who proved worthless for this purpose after a number of months, and many were never seen again.

Over the years as the local population grew, less and less monsters were seen, but the Hellhound, as the multi-headed beast became known was still sighted often enough that it became local custom to blame absolutely everything bad that happened on it.

Yet even though it was blamed for everything, the stories told by those who encountered it had two very strong similarities, the men were nearly paralyzed with fear while the women felt some sort of unexplainable attraction to the creature.

Whilst many of the legends were untrue, most had grains of truth to them one thing that was completely accurate was the reaction people had to his presence...

Fenrir snorted as his sleep was disturbed by the feeling of unease he always got whenever something was wrong within his domain.

'What is going on this time? Can't I ever just sleep for a few years without this damned curse of mine acting up?' he thought to himself irritatedly as he rose up from his supine position to stand on four legs.

Fenrir was an odd creature to be sure. Half Hellhound and half kitsune with a little Cerberus blood in the mix made for a very large wolf-like canid with 3 heads and a full compliment of 9 tails. His fur was jet black with the exception of a blood-red mane which started in the middle of his back and ran upwards before splitting and running over the tops of all three of his heads. With claws on both fore and hind paws looking like they were constantly covered in a shimmering coat of fresh blood, his large pronounced fangs, and glowing red eyes he was quite the fearsome sight. There was one or two things that could be noticed if one looked close enough that hinted at a much more complex past than the legends told of. These features were his genitalia consisting of two sheaths that lined up one on top of the other, a lack of visible testicles, and a spiked metal collar around each of his necks.

"Since I'm not likely to be able to sleep without investigating this newest disturbance, might as well get moving," he huffed to himself as he set out towards where his instincts told him a fire threatened the forest he called home.

Arriving at the scene of what appeared to be a beautiful and lavishly decorated carriage burning, he stood up, his front legs shifting to arms and dexterous hands. Once he was upright, he towered over the scene at a massive 16 feet plus in total height...no wonder most men were terrified of him, though the massive amount of visible rippling muscle beneath his fur probably played a little part too.

Turning his heads in different directions he picked up the scents of a large number of hastily dug graves. "Disgusting pigs," he spat. "The least they could do is let the forest deal with the bodies naturally instead of burying them." He sighed, "Ah well, guess I have to do this the fun way, though it takes longer."

With that, Fenrir turned and began digging up one of the larger graves. Once he had unearthed the people, for they were indeed people not monsters, in the grave he shifted back to four legs, sat down with all 9 tails arranged behind himself in a fan and concentrated.

As he sat, tendrils of eerie green light wafted off of him and into the corpses. Once the light show stopped, the corpses glowed faintly and Fenrir asked one question, "What happened here?"

Nothing happened for a few moments until, as one, the corpses rose shakily to their feet and began to recount the story of how they were escorting a couple of princesses along with a regal vixen who was traveling with a stunningly sexy collie bitch, and a large, golden furred vixen who, based on her muscles, was obviously serving as a bodyguard for them.

The corpses spoke, "we were hit by an ambush of a large bunch of bandits who used two rather unusual females as bait for the trap. The two women turned out to be in league with the bandits and when we stopped to hel..."

They went immediately silent at a thought from Fenrir. "I hate bandits," he cursed lightly.

While contemplating his options a grin spread over his central head that literally split the head from ear to ear and showed off more teeth than normally possible. "I know exactly what to do here," he chuckled. "I'll just dig up the rest of these graves, and curse the dead to be unable to rest in peace until they avenge themselves. That'll cause enough commotion following one of my tri-howls that I should be able to get the women out of there mostly unhurt and come across looking like a hero to them. Perhaps they might be grateful enough to spend time with me showing exactly how deep that gratitude runs. As for those two bandit wenches ... I think the Forest needs repopulating and those two will make good broodmares for me to fill with the livestock this forest has lost... "

A few hours later, just out of sight of the hastily erected fortress the bandits were using Fenrir crouched on a hill behind the fort and heard every word said...

The following thoughts went through his head rapidly, "Those bandits don't deserve to live, I'll leave them to the undead… Though those two bad bitches are definitely hot… Wait a minute... I recognize that collie and her golden furred friend. I swear I saved that collie, Colleen I believe she was called, years ago when she was naught but a pup… As for Rika, that sexy Taomon, it's been a long time since we've met and I do miss her... She's extremely creative with her tails in the sack and a shapeshifter to boot… Even those humans are cute to say nothing of that red fox vixen, Marian I believe that bloated whale of a disgrace to the lupine species called her. This could be fun…"

As the bandits began to assault one of the human girls, and his arousal began to grow, Fenrir stood up to his full height blocking out the sun briefly while covering himself in brilliant pink fire. He threw back all three heads and let loose with a triple howl ripped straight from the depths of a hell.

During this howl, a small horde of undead guards, servants, merchants, and even the odd animal comprising the entirety of the caravan that had been accompanying the women began a deceptively fast march up the hill to the front gate. As they marched they chanted with a single nightmarish voice, "We shall bury those who buried us!"

OOC: within that post are references to items (a coin in the line mentioning the tails and heads which represents the two coins placed over the eyes of the dead in many parts of the world to "pay the ferryman" ), people from history/other authors, and at the very end an altered version of the "hunters' creed" from Teen Wolf which states: we hunt those who hunt us.

An image of Fenrir can be found here: https://www.sofurry.com/view/1519649

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Pausing a moment in his work of shaping one of the pieces of straight metal attached to the wooden handles, shaping it into a brand shaped like the mark of the local slaver’s guild (it was generally better to keep “blanks” like this on hand, since different groups covered different areas…though this also made it pretty easy to reshape one into a personal mark, if that was what was wanted), the heavyset wolf took on a thoughtful expression as he rubbed his chin. To his side, the blonde teen’s eyes were wide, her cheeks deeply flushed – and her poor, delicate little cunny even more flushed! – as the wicked mightyena happily slurped and sucked and gnawed on the young princess’ tasty teen twat, wagging her fluffy hyenalike tail above her shapely booty, apparently not caring in the least how most of the lean lupine archers and burly rhinos in the camp stared at her own puffy pussy and rounded rump, put so fully on display as it was.

“Might as well get started on breeding these fresh slaves, I guess,” the burly brute finally stated, leaving the newly-shaped branding iron to sit among the other “blanks” he still had by the fire, and ambling off toward a nearby chest. As he popped it open (for it wasn’t locked; what was the point in the middle of camp?), it became apparent that this was the bandit’s communal stash for items of general use. There were plenty of potions in bottles, of course, the typical healing salves and unguents expected of any reasonably-equipped group prone to violence. There was also a white packet, and it was this that the heavyset wolf pulled out, tearing it open.

“You’ll love these, Marian,” he chuckled, turning to face the buxom vixen cowering against the pole to which she’d been tied, before letting his gaze swing along the row of lovely females tied before him, grinning with wolfish wickedness as he withdrew a powdery white pill from the packet. “These are the finest aphrodisiacs on the market…well, the finest my supplier can get, anyway,” he amended with a light shrug, advancing on the horrified red-furred maid. “Of course, it works best when it’s inserted…intimately.”

“Nnn!” Marian tried to cry out, her eyes growing huge as the wolf easily ripped her dress down, exposing her flawless breasts with their perfect pink nipples, toned, smooth tummy, and the tempting little indentation of her untouched treasures. “MMMM!” she squealed into her muzzle as the cruel beast teased the solid white pill down over the tight circle of her navel, then over the slight swell of her snowy white pubis, and then right into the precious folds of her labia…and then a little further back, stopping only when he’d reached the tender pink pucker of…her tailhole!

“NNNNNN!” wailed poor Marian as the evil male cruelly punched the thick little lozenge right into her rear passage, before she rolled her eyes heavenward, as though praying for divine intervention, even as the burly wolf spent a few moments palpating her sweet little cunny, smirking cruelly at how easily he was able to get her smooth folds so nice and wet.

“Slaves sell best when they enjoy what’s done to ‘em,” he explained, pulling away only to turn to the only still-clothed prisoner, the straight-haired human princess, before easily shredding her travel dress with a rough yank of his mighty paw, ignoring the high-pitched protests of the teen as he treated her just as he had Marian, eliciting a loud wail of violation as he forced the hard white pill into her bottom, easily defeating all the efforts of her trim young body to keep him from doing so. “This stuff’ll get a bit less in effect after a month or two, but it’s guaranteed to permanently increase your sexual need. And in those first few months, woo-wee! It’ll be like a firepit in your pussy parts!”

Laughingly lobbing another of the pills to the mightyena, who eagerly snatched it from the air, before starting to put her tongue to work rimming out the smooth young cutie, the big-bellied bandit chief ambled over to his two muscular captives, giving their defiant glares a big, easygoing grin, even while he lifted the last two pills.

“’course, breeding bitches sell for a premium as well,” he added, still so conversational, even as he ignored the struggling of the two warrior women, the pill in each hand finding the tailhole of its respective intended recipient. “Proven breeders are in right high demand. So that’s why we’ll be keeping you around here for a couple months before we sell you off, just to make sure all the spunk we’ll be pumping into your little pugs done took.”

Despite their obvious resolution not to show weakness, both beautiful women couldn’t hold back their muffled yowls, like cats in heat, as the cruel wolf rammed the pills into their tailholes, making their tails stand out straight behind them, their eyes wide with the discomfort of it, while their cheeks flushed deeply with shame and humiliation. To be taken so, stripped, exposed, and violated was bad enough! But the prospect of being used as…as breeding stock!? No! Such things could not be borne!

“That’s it, sweetie,” cooed the mightyena over the braid-haired princess’ vociferous complaints, teasing the hard white pill forward, the teen’s rosebud slowly parting before the steady, irresistible pressure. “Just a little more…a little more…and…pop. There we go,” she continued to murmur soothingly, patting the heavily-blushing girl’s bottom in faux-comfort as the pill disappeared into her anal ring. “You’re such a lucky little cutie, too: right after we brand you, so nobody’ll ever even know you were a princess, we’ll get all the hot guys in this camp to stick their dicks in you. We’ll even teach you how to eat out a girl’s pussy! Before too long, you’ll be a nice, mindless little suck-slave, and once your cute little tummy starts to get nice and plump, we’ll march those sweet buns of yours out onto an auctioneer’s block, and sell you off to the highest bidder…mmm, maybe even to one of the military brothels: then you’ll always be sure to have plenty of cock to keep you company!”

“And what those three witches wanted be damned,” the hefty wolf muttered to himself, the sounds of those ominous words likely only audible on the wind carried over to the nearby hillock from which the camp was being observed by three pairs of eyes. Instead of elaborating on that enigmatic comment, though, he turned the newly-shaped branding iron a few more times, then lifted it from the fire, glowing a bright cherry red. “Time to get this party started,” he chuckled, advancing on the wide-eyed youngster in the stocks, even as the wicked mightyena held the pubescent cutie’s tushie firmly in place, making sure those sweet, heart-shaped buns wouldn’t jerk at the last moment and spoil the bandit chief’s aim.

Closer he got, and closer still, not rushing himself, but simply savoring the moment, until the near-invisible little hairs on the innocent girl’s tushie started to smoke, and she could feel the searing, sizzling heat of that brand, ready to rob her of all her heritage and high birth in an instant. Feeling all hope fleeing away, she turned her eyes heavenward like Marian, praying silently for some sort of intervention – anything to save her from this awful fate!

That salvation came…though it was rather unlikely that it was divine in origin. At least not from any holy god!

Glaring fixedly out over the only easy approach to the fort, the houndoom babe studiously ignored the sounds of the prisoners in the yard below as they started to moan, wriggling against their bonds…but not as much in desperation to escape, not as those little white pills started to take effect. She knew that now it was just a matter of time before the orgy started, and all her men – males she’d worked so hard whipping into shape, and instilling with discipline! – would lose themselves in this vile sport. Of course, the houndoom wouldn’t really object for most such acts, seeing them as “letting off steam,” an important part of any military unit’s operations. But to treat strong, honorable warriors like the collie and the gold-furred vixen so…well, that was simply disgraceful.

So caught up in her own thoughts was the houndoom that she almost missed the cry of the sentry. Almost, but not quite, as her amber eyes suddenly widened, and she saw…the walking dead, shambling their way up the road!

“We’re under attack!” she screamed, leaping to the road below the gate, heedless of the danger (or the way such a drop made her bounteous curves bounce alarmingly within the confines of her much-abbreviated armor). “Sound the alarm! Every able hand to the defense!”

Instantly, the wolves and rhinos on the inside stopped their idle observation of the fun taking place, and went running for the weapon racks, snatching up bows and swords and halberds in a mad rush. All the wolves, that is, except one: the heavyset wolf who’d been about to brand the smooth blonde princess tossed the iron back into the metal basket with the “blanks,” and then turned, heading toward his tent.

“Make sure they don’t escape,” he ordered the mightyena babe as she started to follow him. “I need my sword,” he added, letting the flap of the tent drop behind him, concealing him from view.

Outside, the houndoom babe breathed searing fire from her mouth, fury writ on her features. That fury, though, turned to astonishment as, rather than being reduced to cinders, the dead simply smoldered; they were too fresh, and the earth still clung to them, keeping them wet and gooey, and not at all suitable to serve as the sort of kindling she needed. The process of bringing them back had made most of their hair fall out as well, the usual first target for setting someone alight, and they certainly didn’t have any of the fear associated with the living.

Undaunted, the houndoom babe opened her mouth, screaming a challenge again and again, lances of bright yellow flame accompanying each of her cries as she did her best to slow the horde. Soon, though, she found herself regretting her courage, as she was forced back against the front gate, many rotting hands reaching for her barely-clad busty body.

At that moment, the gates burst open, and the rhinos charged out, even as the houndoom leapt clear. Halberds held low, the squad of four (almost all the rhinos in the fort, actually) made a diamond-shaped formation as they thundered right into the middle of the small horde of walking dead. Above, from the walls, and behind, from the gap in the now-open gate, the wolfish archers loosed their shafts, firing as fast as they could draw arrow to bow.

Bodies tumbling, the sheer mass of the four rhinos let them plow through the zombies with deceptive ease, leaving nobody able to stand up against them in the tumult. As soon as they reached the middle of the motley formation of the undead, they stood back-to-back, swinging their long-poled axe blades in wide arcs, toppling the advancing creatures again…and again…and yet again.

That, of course, was the problem with facing the undead, when they were raised to enact vengeance, rather than simply made into mindless minions: they were relentless. Even losing a head meant little to such creatures, and losing legs just meant that they would crawl. Perhaps if they could be chopped into the tiniest pieces, and then burned to ashes on a great pyre, that would stop them, but such wanton violence would take more than just four rhinos, however powerful they might be. Naturally, the arrows sticking in the bodies of these revenant dead were less than useless.

Eventually, one of the rhinos grew tired, his swing slowing for a moment. In that moment, the dead slipped under his swing, and he went down, screaming. Their formation broken, the other rhinos soon followed, while the lupine archers looked on in horror. Then the dead were at the gates, and the wolves had to draw their swords to battle them, the houndoom babe still in the front, swinging her powerful arms, her spade-tipped tail lashing in fury as she continued to sear the faces and torsos of the hideous hordes with her fire.

“Aw man,” whined the mightyena as she watched the undead suddenly surge forward, tearing down the foremost of the wolves, before they grabbed tight hold of the houndoom babe, pulling her to the ground in their midst. “Where’s the boss when we need him? He couldn’t take that long just to get his sword…”

Realization dawned on the mightyena as she raced to the tent where the bandit chief had gone, and yanked the tent flap aside. There, she saw the hatch for a hidden tunnel that had been dug into the floor of the tent, then covered with a light layer of dirt to keep it concealed from casual notice. The hatch, of course, was open, but she could see where the tunnel within had collapsed; there would be no following her cowardly commander that way.

“Oh you nasty so-and-so,” she growled, turning back to the gates as she heard the scream of her houndoom companion, even as the large-breasted bitch was suddenly lifted into the air, held in the clutches of many hands. Her armor was mostly torn away, leaving her fat breasts jiggling with every one of her struggles and mighty kicks of her thicc jacklegs, her swollen red nipples stiff in the sudden chill of exposure to the air. “Hang on!” she yelled, running to save her…friend; companion; partner in crime? Whatever! If she didn’t act, those dead things would tear her apart for sure, just like they’d killed most of the other bandits. “I’m coming!”

There were still a few of those wolfish bandits inside, perhaps six or seven, and the last towering rhino, the one who’d been in the lookout tower at the start of the fight. They were rallied near the poles where their prisoners were still bound (and the nearby pillory as well, of course), ready for their last stand with sword-and-torch. They’d been caught by surprise before, but these survivors looked as though they might actually manage to fend off the undead, especially since so many of them had indeed fallen, too many limbs hacked off for them to really be effective fighters, though they’d taken most of the bandits with them in the process.

*

While waiting for the undead to close the gap between themselves and the fort Fenrir watched, listened, and waited to see how this was going to play out.

When the immensely fat wolf started ripping off more of the red-furred vixen's clothing in order to force some sort of aphrodisiac suppository up her tail hole Fenrir's left head began to lick it's lips with an obscenely long tongue and drool at the sight.

However, once the bandit leader continued on to force these aphrodisiacs up the asses of the other four captives his reactions began to shift until the bastard got to the collie and finally Rika. At that point the only thing in Fenrir's mind was this thought, "No one save me abuses Rika's foxholes...that fat rat bastard is as good as dead!"

With a wave of one of his arms Fenrir removed the cloaking on the undead and watched with obvious glee as they were spotted and chaos and carnage ensued. He laughed softly to himself while the undead made rather quick work of most of the bandits, though he noticed that the leader seemed to have vanished. "No way is that blasphemous pig getting away from this unscathed," he venomously spat out. "I swear by the blood of my father and by the name of my aunt that I will see him dragged kicking and screaming into the depths of Helheim for this affront!" Spilling a bit of his own blood onto one of his nine tails while saying this caused the tail tip to turn from black to a glowing, almost neon, red before fading back to black.

With his blood oath sealed, Fenrir turned his attention back to the fight just in time to see the remaining bandits back up into a formation much closer to their captives and he laughed as his undead puppets ripped the clothing off of that hellhound bitch, dragged her to the ground and used enchanted ropes to truss her up like a Thanksgiving turkey. When the undead, who were mostly in little bits by now moved on to continue pressing the attack, they left that bitch just sitting restrained on the road with ropes that tightened from struggling and would obey Fenrir's every thought.

With the hellhound bitch trussed up, some of the undead did the same to the other female bandit before joining their compatriots in just standing stock still around the small semi-circle of remaining bandits.

When both of the female bandits were tied up and fully presenting their dripping pussies to the world as a result of the position they were bound in Fenrir made his way to the fort via the front gate. Stopping to pick up the two female bandits, he gagged them, checked their bindings, and slammed both of them down side by side onto a fairly sturdy, and undamaged table saying, "You two will be the main course tonight. I haven't been able to slake my thirst for breeding fertile bitches in a long time."

To that end Fenrir pulled out two small plug-like toys and slowly worked them into the asses of each of the female bandits as they squirmed and writhed from an intense mix of what he assumed must be pain with a small topping of pleasure. With those in place, he attached valves, pumps, and a sac of viscous white fluid to each of the toys.

"Normally it takes having me mount a bitch twice to breed them. I have two large knotted cocks you see, so each of a bitches lower holes usually gets one of them every time I mount them. The first time my seed floods into their bodies, they become quite elastic and extra roomy. That is fitting and needed since I usually end up raising their fertility to enormous levels with the enchantment in my seed the first round. I can control whether or not that effect will happen but I also found a way to cheat. Namely the inflating anal plugs I just fitted the two of you with." While monologing Fenrir used his hands and tails to sensually stimulate every inch of the two bitches from their breasts to their clits, no part was left unstimulated.

"Now, why don't the two of you begin getting ready for your new role as broodmares for me to repopulate the Forest and surrounding regions while I deal with the rest of these bandits personally," with that, and a flick of one tail the pumps activated swelling up the plugs and locking them painfully in place before the valves switched over and a deceptively large volume of his seed flooded the intestines of both girls. Unbeknownst to them, Fenrir's seed had a number of other properties he could adjust and so he cranked the aphrodisiacal effect up to maximum potency on those two.

Turning towards the remaining bandits as if noticing them for the first time, he casually waved his left hand and ripped their souls out in one fell swoop. He then waved it back in the opposite direction and disintegrated the ropes and bonds on the captive women.

With that done he moved his right hand in an arching motion and put all seven females in the vicinity into a deep sleep. However, Rika managed to say one thing before falling asleep, "Always such a showoff. Good to see you... Zzzzzzzz"

With a full 12 hours before any of them could wake, Fenrir used a powerful spell to transfer the five victims into luxurious silk satin sheet covered beds at the temple he called home while depositing the two bandits into even more restraints on a table in some sort of a bdsm stable he added on over the years.

With the disturbance dealt with, the giant of a fox, for that was what he truly was: a three headed fox, fell down to his quadrupedal gait. He then followed a reinforced tunnel down into his den beneath the temple, curled up and went to sleep knowing that he would be awakened the minute one of his guests, or one of his two new toys woke up.

OOC Stuff:

• I am absolutely terrible and awkward when it comes to writing most sensual, erotic, or sexual scenes. I will do my best, but would greatly appreciate it if you would try to really expand on what I've done in such scenes... I need to learn somehow. I read a ton of erotica and erotic literature of all types so I have the vocabulary but my Autism seems to impose some sort of a barrier on me writing these types of scenes as I am unable to predict how people would act/react in such settings (or any setting)

Next up, references:

Fenrir's home closely mirrors this temple with minor and some major changes to building functions: http://inari.jp/en/

Turkey bondage position is similar to how Nick Wilde is positioned in the following image: https://e621.net/post/show/1855895

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As the three-headed beast towered over them, both bandit babes trussed on the table, the houndoom curled her lips at him, exposing her sharp teeth, their whiteness standing out brightly against the backdrop of her charcoal-dark fur. Her eyes widened as she was roughly gagged, but she didn’t make any sounds besides a low growl as she continued to glare at her captor, the one who’d killed her men and foiled all her plans. That didn’t detract one whit, though, from the obvious fact that her brown-fur-framed pussy was tight: she’d obviously not had much cause to make use of that snugly-clasped little hole, or the equally-tight tailhole just below her spade-tipped devil’s tail. Though it would take a closer inspection to be sure, she could easily be a virgin, one of those warrior women who wouldn’t bed someone until she’d been bested in combat. Tough as this well-muscled cutie obviously was, that probably hadn’t happened often, if at all.

The mightyena, on the other hand, squirmed and struggled as best she could, looking up at the massive beast that had her in his clutches with fear-filled red eyes.

“W-wait!” she exclaimed as he slapped her down on the table, roughly binding her more securely than the walking dead had managed. “Wait! Maybe we can-mmm!”

Just like that, her words were cut off with a bit of sturdy rag shoved in her muzzle, then tied in place. At the sound of being made the “main course,” her eyes widened even more, and she began to squirm desperately, making a host of frightened, pleading noises, including a pretty passable set of words that almost sounded like “Nooo! Don’t eat meeee!”

When the plugs went in, though, even the dour houndoom couldn’t hold back a high-pitched yelp, her amber eyes going wide, her back arching at the sudden penetration, which soon had her squirming and fidgeting on the table, which did a host of delightful things to her big, bouncy breasts, the swollen red nipples bobbing as she struggled – and failed – to keep her stoic expression. The mightyena, on the other hand, yowled and howled and wailed into her gag, her whole body bucking and writhing as she began to be filled up with aphrodisiac stuffing. She’d been too caught up in her fear to notice Fenrir describing her as a breeder, and so apparently still believed that she was going to end up as his food; perhaps that would be an amusement for later, if Fenrir felt especially mean and wanted to tease her a little. The houndoom, though, only glared at him, her cheeks starting to flush: she knew what he intended for her, and she intended to resist to the last.

Neither freed girls nor captive ones, though, could resist for long as the great beast spread his magical sleep power. Soon all were slumbering, though none of them peacefully at all. After all, the aphrodisiac working on them all, though in various forms, was most potent indeed.

Some time later…

Maid Marian, actually, was having the most delicious dreams. In her mind’s eye, she was in the arms of a strong, handsome fox. Had there been a fox she’d known, sometime in the past? A talented archer, as skilled with a bow as he was with his hands…and tongue…and…

Oh my.

Whatever the reality, though, Marian found herself squirming in her fantasy, feeling the hands of an unseen lover touching her, exploring her body. A hand slipped between her legs, and she gasped, her hips rising, her fluffy fox’s tail lashing beneath her. Mmm, whoever it was that was touching her, they were eager, that was certain. Not that experienced, but then, “Maid” Marian had never really had time for a lover herself; she was far too busy handling the affairs of her territory, part of the greater kingdom, trying to rally enough of a military force together to do more than just maintain the basic peace, but actually improve the safety of the roads in these perilous times. If only the fools up in the capitol had listened to her, then that wicked traitor who she’d caught consorting with criminals and demons and worse might not have…

Mmm, that did feel good. Both her breasts were getting stimulation now, as of someone squeezing them, teasing the nipples…and then sucking on them. Marian’s nipples had always been so sensitive, one of her targets of pleasure when she stimulated herself, and now they were both being wetly toyed with by…

Wait…both of them?

Opening her eyes, Marian blinked, looking down her naked body (well, naked save for her pink wimple, of course, but that was hardly clothing, now was it?). There, squeezed up tightly against her on either side, were the two little princesses. The blue-eyed cuties were sucking on her breasts, one to each teat, while they rubbed their baby smooth little cunnies against her legs, their heart-shaped pink tushies thrust upward as they did so, easy targets for any knave who might enter the room. Their eyes were glazed as well, Marian noted through her own light pink haze of pleasure, and she realized: humans didn’t go through “heat,” not like she did, or their bodyguards, Colleen and Rika. These poor girls didn’t have any sort of experiences with handling the overpowering force of the raw instincts that were surely coursing through their young veins, plumping their baby-smooth pussies, driving them wild with an animal need unlike anything within the human experience. That explained why they were awake now, too, where Marian would have slept for longer, and Coleen and Rika were almost certainly still dozing. The pair of teens were close to mindless now with animal lust, in desperate need of a male – any male – right now! In a pinch, though, a female would do, as Marian was discovering. The only reason the pair of cute little blondes hadn’t gone further was just because they didn’t really know what else to do, and also because they were still a little drowsy from the sleeping spell that had knocked them out earlier.

Frankly, Marian had to admit: she wasn’t sure how much more she could take before she might end up like the two human youngsters. There was an itch in her tummy that was starting to get pretty insistent right then. If some male walked into the room, wherever she was, then…honestly, things were starting to get a little fuzzy already, tinged with pink around the edges of her vision. A little more stimulation, and she’d be as needy as poor Calla and Eilonwy.

*

Fenrir was lying back on a pile of furs in a cave littered with many types of humanoid bones. The cave looked familiar he thought as he looked past his semi-erect twin cocks to the only source of light.

Said light was coming from the light of the full moon as it filtered in through a hole in the cave wall and which served as an entrance.

Suddenly he heard a low, lustfilled growl as the light was blocked by the form of a massive female canid that walked in on all fours swishing her wide hips back and forth sensually.

"Silly little fox," she cooed hungrily. "You had to go and get yourself cursed to be the protector and steward of that blasted earthbound region you favoured so much. Now we can only see each other when you sleep and I, despite being your betrothed, can only tease you and get your blood flowing to a lower region of your body. I can't have the children I so desperately want and need while you still live and I am trapped here in Hell! Why, of all people, did you fail to save me, your future wife, from that host of celestials..you saved my sister after all only for her to die years later. So why me?"

Fenrir cringed and shrank in size literally as the shame of having failed this beautiful demonic she-wolf was brought back alongside the pain of losing her. He still, to this day, cannot answer the question she continues to pester him with each time he sleeps.. Everything was accounted for that day, she should have been safe yet she died and the only thing he could think of was that some form of divine intervention was responsible. Of course he knew better than to just go around randomly accusing deities of screwing with the lives of followers from other religions than their own...doing so and being proven wrong was what got him cursed in the first place. He should have kept his mouth shut until he knew......huh?

The slumbering beast was awoken by the sounding of a clear crystalline note from the bell affixed to the ceiling above him. "Seems like someone has woken up. Might as well go and be the gracious host my patron taught me to be."

With those words, the immense 3-headed fox stood up, shifted to his bipedal form and, just to avoid scaring anyone shrank down to a mere 7 feet in total height.

Walking through the tunnel back to the main level of his temple home he passed beneath numerous red archways that would remind people of the land of the rising sun, if they knew of it that is. Passing from the central building, he emerged into a massive courtyard decorated with fox statues everywhere as he made his way over to the building wherein priests used to sleep and where he had placed the women who he had rescued from those bandits 12 hours earlier.

As he walked, he looked up at the full moon and wondered just how much trouble these new guests might be for him. He loved having company mind you, its just that the effects that his mere presence could have on people produced unusual and unique effects every single time...it could get tiresome.

Upon reaching the building wherein the rescued girls should have been sleeping he noticed a number of things at once. The first was that at least three of them were definitely wide awake. The second thing he noticed was the scent of randy females in heat permeated the air around the building. Finally he heard the moaning of two young human girls experiencing an animal like heat for the very first time.

As he entered the room in which he had placed Rika and the collie gal he noticed that they still slept soundly, though their moans and sopping wet sheets would indicate that they were in heat even if their pheromones didn't make that clear enough. However they didn't seem to be the cause of the commotion that woke him, so he simply ran his tongues along their muzzles to comfort them as they slept while he went to check in on the one named Marion.

Her room was just down the hallway a bit and as he approached Fenrir couldn't help but become aroused by the scents and sounds coming from the room and as such he was semi-erect when he walked into the room to find the two human girls latched onto Marion's breasts suckling happily whilst rubbing their clearly sodden snatches on the vixen's legs to stimulate themselves.

OOC: Some notes on myself (Fenrir) currently 7 feet tall, 2 cocks which are 12 inches long, 3.75 inches around at the thickest part and possessed of 9 inch round knots) -- I tend to produce an excessive amount of semen with no refractory period and my sperm is produced and stored internally (in other words, I have no visible testicles).

*

Squirming on the bed, moaning loudly as her back arched, thrusting her trim, white-framed breasts upward – which, incidentally, just made them that much easier for the two eager teens to suck on – Marian’s tail lashed on the bed beneath her as she looked down at the two young cuties, stroking down their smooth backs, a look of matronly affection on her face. While Maid Marian was anything but “experienced,” she obviously knew a little more about the subject of sex than these two youngsters. Certainly she knew more about how to handle her heat, which kept her from the nearly mindless, desperately needy state of the poor little cuties. And what she knew most of all was that the best possible cure for these sweet darlings would be…

Eyes widening, the beautiful vixen’s face turned upward slightly as she caught sight of the mighty male framed by the light behind him in the doorway. More importantly, she caught sight of his cock…no, his cocks! They were massive, brutal, bestial things, weighty battering rams designed to thoroughly demolish adorable little cunnies like those of these two sweet, tender virgin cuties…or her own little muff, for that matter!

The beast in the doorway was looking at her, his eyes – all six of them! – burning with a supernatural light, his tongues lolling out, drooling copiously at what he saw. Before her wide-eyed gaze, those heavy wolfdongs stiffened, sliding completely from their sheaths, knots already swelling as they stood firm and tall and proud, glistening with precum. Virile, primal power just radiated off of him in waves, and Marian felt herself squirming under that searing gaze, whining like a needy little puppy as her hips started to buck, the white fur framing her succulent and so-very-tight pink cunny and tailhole just soaked with her copious, sweet-smelling juices…

“AAAIIIIIEEEE!”

Without even touching the supple vixen, the big ceberus-beast had made her cum! Hands convulsing, Marian dug her fingers, and then her palms, into the adorably tiny cunnies of the human teens, who squealed almost as loudly as she had, their backs arching as they thrust their heart-shaped little tushies out toward the hulking wolf-beast behind them, anal rings visibly clenching, a sure sign of the intense contractions they must both be experiencing right then. Those contractions just increased as the pair turned their heads, almost as one, their eyes going wide at the sight of the savage monster right behind them…right before they both raised their heads and voices high in a loud, sweet wail of girlish pleasure as Maid Marian’s surprisingly talented fingers found their throbbing clitties.

In a rush, the savage beast was upon the trio, huge palms squeezing smooth pink bottoms, rolling them in his grip, while his muzzles descended, hot breath steaming across achingly swollen little quims. Just that breath was enough to make all three girls wail in unison in a shared orgasm, lithe and supple bodies jerking out of control as they came…and came…and came some more!

Cruel tongues lashed out, and soon the big three-headed beast was slurping hungrily on sweet virgin juices, Eilonwy and Calla bracing themselves on all-fours, pushing their heart-shaped tushies back into the immense, smooth, lashing tongues that just engulfed their pretty little pussies, while Marian’s breasts heaved, her tongue lolling out as she tried to mouth some prayer to whatever merciful god that might be listening to spare her from losing herself utterly in the pleasure that was threatening to engulf her reason.

That prayer was soon denied, as those tongues drove inward, cruelly penetrating and stretching three snug, previously untouched little quims, thrusting forward and pulling back, again and again, while the air was filled with the snarls and slurps and grunts of the mighty many-tailed wolf-beast, and the exquisite chorus of the three girls as their beautiful bodies clenched up, paralyzing them in place, unable to do anything but endure the ravishing pleasure being squeezed into them.

Soon that wasn’t all that was being squeezed into them, as the beast suddenly pulled back, letting the exhausted human teens flop forward, gasping hard for breath, while his huge paws seized hold of Marian’s ankles, easily pushing her dainty little foxpaws up to either side of her wimpled head, baring her tender little cunny and the delicate pink rosette of her tailhole in a single stroke.

“Oh!” she exclaimed, eyes wide as she watched those immense cocks advancing on her white-framed holes. “S-surely you can’t mean to…”

But he did! Right before the awestruck eyes of the two human hotties, the pointed tips of the beast’s huge cocks sought out and found the tender targets of the lovely young vixen’s flawless foxholes…and sloooowly squeezed their way inside!

“OOOOOH!” Marian cried out, her whole body spasming, back bucking, legs trying to kick in the grip of the powerful male as he stretched her tender pussy and tailhole until they were both white-rimmed, near-perfect circles of exquisite tension. “You can’t…I can’t…it won’t…they won’t…AAIIIIIEEEE!”

Just like that, the three-headed wolf-beast started to move, one head laughing in delight as it leered at the two human cuties, who cowered nearby, knowing that soon they would suffer a similar fate, their puffy little pubescent pussies dripping slick moisture onto the sheets of the massive bed. The other two descended, and engulfed Marian’s lovely, white-furred breasts as they bounced with the thrusts and gyrations of the wolf-beast’s hips, each a pleasant muzzlefull, slurping and sucking and tugging on the tender breast-flesh until Marian’s voice went hoarse and her body reached its point of endurance. All she could do, soon, was reach out and grab hold of the mighty male’s chest fur , and then just hang on for dear life as he pounded her mercilessly.

Then, with a final lunge deep, deep inside his vixen, the mighty wolf-beast’s heads all snapped back, howling in unison, his tails lashing in a fluffy wave over his sculpted, tensed rump as he began to cum. Marian’s whole body was shaken to the core, feeling such copious loads of thick, potent semen filling her innermost depths, and soon spilling over, unable to all fit inside of her, soaking the sheets beneath her with both his juices…and hers.

Giving his hips a light jerk, Fenrir’s cocks popped free of Marian’s still-quivering inner walls, letting even more thick white cum leak out, while he sent additional ropes of the gooey stuff splattering over her belly and breasts and chin, while she sank back against the sheets, heaving a long, utterly exhausted, thoroughly satisfied sigh. Then, as the gush slowly became a stream, and then a trickle, his gleaming eyes sought about, and fell on his next two victims.

“Please, sir,” exclaimed Eilonwy. “What are you…ooh!”

“There’s no way,” murmured Calla dazedly. “There’s just no…ah!”

With ease, Fenrir gripped the shoulders of the two teens, drawing them to him, until soon they were kneeling on the edge of the bed, gaping open-mouthed at his swollen, knot-heavy cocks. Such an invitation could hardly be missed, of course, and soon Fenrir’s paws went to the backs of their heads, pulling the girls forward once more, both of them unable to even think about resisting as his cocks, still dripping with Marian’s juices, filled their little mouths to capacity.

Both girls required little coaxing to start bobbing their heads in time, one dipping forward while the other pulled back, both of them giving muffled moans around their swollen mouthfuls as Fenrir’s huge paws gently teased their perked nipples, stroked their supple backs, and then gripped and squeezed their darling little pink bottoms, each a flawless little heart in shape, and each fitting so well into the palm of his paw. Soon he arched a finger inward, testing the little teen twats for tightness, and found them exquisitely, perfectly snug, but also yielding, accepting of whatever was thrust inside. After all, that was what they were intended for…that, and producing the fruit that would surely ripen within their tummies with the application of so much potent seed.

Many long minutes passed this way, the two teens eagerly bobbing their heads, taking as much of the wolf-beast’s cocks as they could (admittedly not much, though they did occasionally almost make it down to the midpoint), while Fenrir fingered their gushing quims, while desperately fighting the urge to move his hips, so as not to choke the young cuties.

Finally, though, instinct won out, and with a mighty snarl, Fenrir reached down gripping each girl by her shoulders, and turning them both with ease, as though they weighed nothing at all. They gave each other a look of alarm, before Eilonwy, the physically weaker of the two, gave a short squeal as he hoisted her up, before Calla gave a soft grunt as the willowy blonde was positioned on all-fours on top of her, making a tasty-looking girlstack.

With an eager grin from his extra-naughty head, Fenrir used his paws to grip the swollen knots of his cocks, then angled them forward, slotting them firmly in place at the delicate little pink holes of the pair…before he slowly but irresistibly thrust forward, until their tight-clenched cunnies finally gave way as the blonde girls squealed with the delight of their first full penetration, cumming instantly just from that insertion.

Snapping at the air, huge paws stroking and caressing and groping the smooth bodies of the extra-sensitive teens before him, Fenrir stepped up onto the bed, raising one leg to give himself extra leverage as he sawed their tender cunnies until the two youngsters fairly sang with orgasmic delight. The little rasps on the undersides of his penises stimulated spots no common human shaft ever could, while every bump of his knots against their well-stretched pussies was enough to send both girls into spasms of exquisite delight, perky breasts heaving, right before Fenrir engulfed them in his powerful paws, first Eilonwy’s, then Calla’s, squeezing the plump mounds and then pinching the perky nipples until he made each of the pair shudder all over with additional orgasms.

Finally, tense inner walls clenched tight around the immense shafts spreading them right to their capacity – and there was no way he was going to knot these human puppies, not until he’d trained them quite a bit more – Fenrir hunched over the squirming pair, teeth bared and clenched on two of his heads, while the third extended its tongue, letting it loll out with the expression of a very pleased pup. As for the force of his next eruption: it was almost enough to squirt both girls right off his cocks! Their wails were the sweetest yet, filling all six of Fenrir’s ears, before, finally, both girls simply collapsed before him, going totally limp on his shafts. When he gave them each a light tug, they popped free, and the human teens simply sprawled before him, utterly spent and used up, while he coated them well in ropes of even more cum.

“As productive as ever,” came a husky-voiced chuckle, as Rika leaned on one elbow, smirking up at the towering wolfbeast. “And as messy.”

“How can you be so casual about this, Rika?” exclaimed Colleen, who was kneeling just behind the supine taomon vixen. “He’s almost certainly impregnated both our mistresses!”

“Oh, I don’t think they minded,” replied Rika with a relaxed, almost feline drawl as she eyed the softly breathing duo. “No, not one bit."

*

OOC: I saw your newest post, still need to read it though.

I use other programs or documents to write up my posts before submitting them to the RP document.

I am working on the scene between the three I mentioned but it might take me a week or two to get it feeling right - most of my character interactions tend to be a bit abrupt compared to yours and I really want to hammer that out so I can continue indefinitely with a lot more confidence in my writing than I currently have (0 at the moment after reflection and examination).

Also I have a lot on my mind right now with the holidays coming up and whatnot. Would you possibly mind putting a hold on this RP until after Christmas?

I will still be working on my next post, but it might take that long until I am satisfied anyway with it finally.

*

After having started, and finished, with Marion, Calla, and Eillonwy, Fenrir chuckled as he heard the words exchanged between Rika and Colleen. "A feat I intend to outperform with the two of you. After all, you always loved the messes I used to make inside of you every night for almost a year Rika. I was hurt when you took off even though you had a good explanation of why you had to go"

"I missed you too Fen," the Golden vixen replied, with her eyes fixated on Fenrir's actual heads instead of his groin.

Rika groaned as she turned over, deliberately showing off her heat-swollen labia which were glistening with sexual moisture in the process. Next she put on a display of strength, which she knew would really get Fenrir going, as she propped herself up into the air using her hands and then swung first her right leg and then her left leg around so that her feet were facing the door before she allowed herself to lie flat on the bed again.

Fenrir did indeed become even more turned on by the display, after all nothing revved his lower engines like a woman who was both well muscled yet curvy, but also extremely flexible. The fact that there was not just a familiar vixen with that body type but a sexy bitch built that way in the room too only made this feel more like his ultimate wet dream than reality. "Someone pinch me, this must be a dream," Fenrir said with his body turned to the side of the room as though he could see an audience of sorts.

OOC: part of the curse of having nine tails is a form of omniscience...basically Fenrir is well aware that you, the reader, are there and infrequently breaks the fourth wall as a result.

"I don't know who you're talking to Fenrir," Rika purred her voice thick with lustful suggestive tones, "but I am always happy to pinch you anywhere you want me to."

"Please don't," Fenrir replied. "In case this is a dream, which I doubt, I wouldn't ever want to wake up without getting to enjoy every single inch of you two… outside and in."

Fenrir walked over to the muscular, yet sexy vixen warrior harlot, positioned himself between her legs, lined up to both her soaked cunt and tight sphincter, and began thrusting. As he did this, his central head kissed her while the other two sucked hungrily at the tender flesh of her breasts.

Rika grunted underneath him as he stuffed himself into her. Her whole body went rigid for a second, her hands and legs glued to him in a death grip. Then she slowly relaxed under him, moving her hips up into him with a little wriggle. Pulling back from the kiss, she turned her face in towards his central neck and held to his shoulders, kissing and nibbling at his throat while his two other heads tilted to nip at her shoulders in what would eventually be a mating hold. Easing his hips back, Fenrir slid out of her very tight and pulsing channels. When he reached his tips, he pushed forward again, plunging back into her pussy and ass simultaneously. Rika groaned, her fingers tightening on him again as he penetrated her deeply and the ridges on his twin cocks rubbed her in just the right way and in the right spots. When his swelling knots bumped up against her holes, he pulled back, repeating his thrusting until his knots were about 3/4 inflated.

With Rika moaning constantly, Fenrir asked her what she wanted and what she was to which she replied,

"Oooooohhh, uh.. unh.. unh.. Shiiiit! Breed me Fenrir! Fill me with so much of your seed I look ready to birth a litter of ten! Yes, I'm just your little cum dump!"

Upon hearing that, he pushed far harder and rammed his twin rods deep into the vixen's holes and crammed those knots into her tightness.

Pop! Squelch!

However he wasn't yet ready to unload so he changed to thrusting more shallowly but at twice the speed before cumming with explosive force.

Gurgle, bluurrppp, gurgle, stretch, groan!

All sorts of sounds could be heard within Rika's body but due to her tightness and the size of Fenrir's knots not a single drop of cum could escape. With nowhere for it to go once she was full, it began to stretch her like a balloon as what had to be several gallons of seed flooded her ass and womb.

By the time Fenrir was finished, Rika was half as wide as she was tall, which for a six foot fox meant her belly stuck out nearly three feet from the load he filled her with.

"Rika's always been such a slut and there is nothing she wouldn't at least try once," Fenrir said to Colleen who was now watching the show with rapt interest and obvious lust as she had a paw between her legs and was actually fisting herself in anticipation.

Unfortunately, Fenrir could see that Colleen had cum several times during his ravaging of Rika, and no longer seemed to be in desperate need of sex right now.

"Humph.. Seems those pills have a limit. I still want to try those beasts of yours," began Colleen. "Perhaps if you are willing to get me alone some time without the audience I'll even go feral for you. For now though I think I heard some sort of noise from the doorway... The bandits might be awake."

"You've got yourself a deal, Colleen. I'll find the time for a private romp with you after I'm done breaking in my newest broodmares."

Fenrir pulled out of Rika with another pair of pops and squelches, however he used magic to make sure that no seed would come out until Rika had the chance to find an actual tub, toilet, or shower.

Turning, Fenrir patted Rika's massive belly and walked off to deal with the bandit girls.

OOC: here is a link to some images of my favourite fitness model (now semi-retired) who was nicknamed "The Muscle Barbie". Hers is the type of physique I picture both Rika and Colleen having. https://www.girlswithmuscle.com/images/?name=megan+avalon

Please let me know how I did. I wrote half of this post myself and used someone else's sex scene as a guide for how to write the actual act… no plagiarism here though.

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Normally, Colleen would have been a bit more coy – she was British, after all – but the aphrodisiac that had been used on her was potent stuff, and her self-control was at an all-time low. Almost before Fenrir’s double cocks had popped free of Rika’s well-stretched holes, Colleen was lapping at them, tasting his seed on her tastebuds, her eyes rolling back into her head at the raw potency of the powerful male. Her nose told her as she dug her tongue into her taomon companion that the tall, muscular foxbabe was most definitely knocked up from that prodigious load, her digi-eggs being fertilized at that very moment.

Just as Fenrir was leaving the room to properly attend to his prisoners in a manner they deserved, he might notice Colleen’s fluffy tail flagging, displaying the two snug pink treasures beneath it fully, her fantasies running wild as she mentally pictured the black beast’s large, healthy, powerful sperm cells battering the defenseless eggs of her digimon friend…and then penetrating them with a sudden final push.

With that final thought, Colleen gave a soft yip, shuddering all over from a small orgasm, brought on just by her fantasies alone. Since she was on all-fours herself, and shuddering through another orgasm from the attentions of the collie-girl’s tongue, Rika didn’t notice when there was a shimmer of light, right as Fenrir stepped out of the room (and he might or might not have noticed it in time). When the shimmer passed, Colleen’s two-legged shape was quite gone, and she’d been reduced to a very literal bitch in heat. She wouldn’t be able to change back for hours at this rate!

When Fenrir stepped into the room where he was keeping his prisoners, the mightyena babe gave a startled yelp of her own, her red eyes growing huge at the sight of the massive double cocks bobbing between the many-tailed canid’s legs, still glistening with the wetness of the gold-furred vixen he’d just bred.

“Mmm,” she whined pitifully around the massive gag stuffed in her muzzle, trying her best sad-puppy eyes on the mighty male as she did her best to beg for mercy despite being unable to form words. “Mmmm! Mmm mmm mmm!” She shook her head desperately as he approached, her wriggling getting ever more frantic – and fun to watch, her plump handfuls of breast-flesh (with accompanying charcoal grey nipples) bouncing with each of her struggles against the bonds holding her trussed up tightly, like a plump Christmas turkey just waiting to be…stuffed.

Next to her former comrade-in-arms, the large-breasted houndoom bitch set her face. Looking close, an observer might notice the flush that came to her cheeks, and the widening of the pupils of her amber-colored eyes as Fenrir stepped into the room, the mere presence of the large and powerfully-built fox enough to cause her plump labia to grow nice and puffy, while her broad dark red nipples stiffened almost painfully. All the same, she fixed her captor with a defiant glare, as though daring him to try taming her.

Of course, Fenrir would know that the one who fully tamed a pokemon would become her master, body and soul. These two wild ones had no masters, and thus no names. If he could break their wills, they would require names from their new master. With those names would come complete and absolute obedience, total and unquestioning, for the rest of their lives. Their fear at this prospect would fill Fenrir’s nostrils…but so would their excitement.

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Walking boldy into the room, both of his cocks still hard and slick with the juices of a well bred vixen, Fenrir fixed the two pokebitches with a very hate-filled glare.

They had tried to hurt his Rika and he was going to make them pay in the worst imaginable way.

"You two know why you're here in this situation? " he growled loudly while removing the gags on both girls with two of his dexterous tails which teased the bitches' rock hard nipples in the process.

"Because you're an evil piece of monster filth who doesn't know when to mind his own business and will die once I'm free if he dares to touch me," the Houndoom babe spat with obvious hatred at how she was treated while the mightyena let out a startled sound at the Houndoom's boldness in spite of the situation.

" We're here because we pissed you off somehow… " began the dark grey furred pokebabe tentatively. "And now you're going to eat us for it… Please I beg you, don't eat me… I will do anything just don't eat me…. I don't want to die yet, I'm too young, too inexperienced to leave this world just yet… I might taste good, but pleeeeeeaaaaaaasse don't eat me!"

" Shut your whining you stupid whore!" the houndoom yelled at the blubbering babe beside her. "If he intended to actually eat us, instead of eating us out, we would already be his meal. Besides he swore to turn us into broodmare material, he can't do that if we're dead now can he. So go ahead you bastard, do your worst… I'll never submit to the likes of you, aphrodisiac or no."

These responses caused the large heavy canid to chuckle with his central head while his outer two growled menacingly.

Striding forward to the table they were placed on, Fenrir bent forward over them. His two outer heads began licking at the tender flesh along their necks while his main head began speaking.

"You were a part of a plan that would have hurt one of only 3 people I have ever truly loved. That golden vixen's name is Rika and she is, was, and always shall be MINE! No one gets away with endangering her if I find out about it."

"As for your punishment, there is no reason why I can't both physically eat you like the predator I am and use your slutty holes to repopulate the region with monsters… If you're nice, I might even consider putting a litter or two of my own in you someday, but for now you two are nothing but my next conquests, my meal, my playthings, my cum dumpsters, my cock sleeves, my chairs, my furniture, my ritual sacrifices or anything else I feel like making you do you understand? "

As Fenrir said that, he straightened up and began rubbing their puffy labia with his hands awaiting their reply.

This was more than the mightyena could take without pissing herself so she said," use me however you want sir, I'll take my punishment. Just please don't eat me alive!"

The stubborn and belligerent houndoom on the other hand simply said, "bite me you asshole, how dare you treat me like this." Her voice wavered with both lust and fear while standing her ground.

She would later regret using that particular word choice however as Fenrir immediately fell to his knees before the table and sank the massive fangs of his outer heads into the soft asses of both babes before ripping the flesh right off down to the bone as the two girls screamed in extreme agony, thrashing around.

Standing up, Fenrir made a show of visibly swallowing their meat whole before fixing them with a trio of sadistic and Feral grins, "Now that the punishment part is over, I think I will get down to using the two of you. I have names in mind for you and as such I'm willing to make you a deal. If you can bring me pleasure on a level I've never experienced before then you can go free, if I end up overwhelming your minds with pleasure and leave you a pair of drooling messes despite the intense pain you're in from missing half your asses, you submit fully and become my Pokémon in body and soul. Either way I will regenerate your missing flesh once we're done. What say you?" Fenrir asked in a tone which indicated that this was the only chance they would be getting for any sort of mercy from him… That and that they really weren't being given a choice.

Both girls vocalized their consent to the arrangement and Fenrir undid their bonds, and threw them onto the floor. His outline then began to shimmer and suddenly both of his cocks and all nine of his tails had turned into black squid-like tentacles that leaked sexual fluids from points all along their length and ended in broad tips reminiscent of fatter versions of the tip of a Houndoom's tail. All of the 11 tentacles moved according to his thoughts, carried their own separate payloads of cum, and could lengthen, shrink, and expand to nearly any degree with but a thought.

"By the time I'm done you will be known as Lamya," he spoke to the mightyena, "and you as Kenna." he finished, staring down the houndoom.

"Let the fun begin!"

OOC: This one might contain a bit of the following : temperature exploitation, breeding, tailtacles (tail tentacles), full penetration (all holes of both bitches simultaneously), tentacle restraints, dominance displays, bitch breaking (the will of the houndoom), taming of wild girls, naming, stuffing,

Reference images (for the tentacle cocks and tails): https://www.sofurry.com/view/1530021

https://www.sofurry.com/view/1530024

https://www.sofurry.com/view/1530025

OOC: I think I'll leave the sex to you from now on. I wasn't exactly happy how my attempt turned out and it felt extremely awkward to write for me. Items from the sex scene I tried and failed to even start are found in my first OOC note from this post. Temperature exploitation involves things like icing over things like nipples, clits, or anything that is usually very sensitive and rather heated. The result is increased stimulation.

OOC: Name explaination

Mightyena - Lamya (Arabic meaning 'has beautiful dark lips'. In this case referring to her labia)

Houndoom - Kenna (English, female form of Kenneth. Means both comely/finely made and born of fire)

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