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Aesop was really nothing like Kit ever imagined. He had envisioned a mid-sized down like the ones he typically passed through - nothing like a huge city, but with all the regular fixtures. But it wasn't like that at all - it was a town where people tended to walk much more than drive, cars reserved for trips out of town rather than within, and a place where none of the big box stores had any presence at all. Sure, there were larger stores, but they were owned and operated independently by people who lived there, and while there were big-name products to be found, there were also a lot of locally-made ones. And the naturalistic aesthetic continued, buildings mostly wooden but occasionally brick or clay, some of the shops even had no actual floor, like they were plopped down on grassy ground, and the ones that did had mostly wood and occasionally stone. It felt like such an improbable place that Kit was wondering if he hadn't vanished into a dream or something...if he had, though, he wasn't sure he wanted to leave.

"You can bet the big businesses would love to be here, but they've got no chance," Laz explained as they strolled along a grassy walkway through a part of town with a lot of small shops - Kit knew he'd be spending a lot of time looking through those, but not today, there was too much to get to know today. "They're too focused on profit, and they'd have to change their entire approach, not just for one shop. None of them have been able to find a loophole yet, even though you hear rumors that they're trying."

"You'd think they'd just be content with the other ten million stores they have open."

"Greed scarcely knows boundaries. And part of it might just be the principle, they don't like that they aren't considered 'good enough' and want to be able to brag about how they were accepted by us as proof of their moral superiority. Which, if you're concerned about boasting about moral superiority, you're probably not actually concerned about moral superiority. You're not barred from buying anything from outside and bringing it in, though, and it's not like everything can be made in Aesop, so stores will sell things from other corporations - but those purchases tend to benefit the stores here as much as anything, and they pass it on to the rest of us."

Kit nodded, rather glad for that - he was definitely in love with Aesop, but didn't want to be cut off from the rest of the world entirely for it. "It takes that 'looking out for each other' thing seriously, huh?"

"Very. People who aren't able to do it will find themselves almost driven crazy with the need to leave. Not that that happens often, usually it's the rare person born here who just doesn't fit, and that's not common because the atmosphere encourages cooperation and coexistence, so they learn that from early on." Laz gave a slight shrug. "Some people are tough to help, though. You never want to think that, but reality doesn't care about what you want."

"Yeah, I guess not. But with as many people are are around here, there must be a lot of good ones, right?"

"Yep! And we can take comfort in that...oh! Hah, okay, I don't want to miss this." Laz suddenly pulled Kit off to the side, the confused fox trying to following his gaze. Nothing stuck out until he saw a wolf and a donkey in some kind of confrontation on a terrace in the greenway. "I know this wolf, his name's Gage. And just watch, he's gonna get reamed HARD."

"Really?"

"Oh, yeah. He's got this attitude about him, but he can't back it up. Kinda hilarious because I know his brother Greg as well, as he's a beefcake who's about as friendly as it gets, it's like their personalities got swapped or something. Gage loves acting like he's hot stuff, but he's always mouthing off to guys who are way bigger than he is...honestly, I think he gets off on being put in his place, even if he'll never admit it. It's always a fun show, though."

Kit didn't mind getting his eyes on that show, so he focused in on Gage and the donkey, hoping that Laz's prediction would come true.

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"You wanna go? Because I'll fuckin' GO, man. Don't you dare disrespect me! I can take you on!"

Bronson folded his arms, looking down at the impetuous wolf with a stern expression. "You need to step off, bud. I'm not interested in a spat with you, but if you're gonna force the issue, I'm more than happy to put you in your place."

"Oh, HELL no, you did not just say that!" Gage snarled, stepping up and trying to get in the donkey's face - a challenge given that he was a good foot and a half shorter than Bronson. He also looked like he was about half as broad as well, perhaps not what one would call 'scrawny' but certainly lean and not sporting a whole lot of obvious muscle. Bronson was hardly a bodybuilder, but he was naturally on the thicker side could probably have easily lifted Gage and tossed him a fair ways. Which meant that Gage was pretty clearly toying with fire as far as anyone watching would assess, but he didn't seem to think that was the case. "You big bitch, I'll rut your ass from here to the edge of town, and you know it!"

"Right, sure." Bronson's voice made little mystery of how likely he thought that prospect. "Don't you have better things to do with your time than pull this wannabe alpha wolf act? Or are you just that eager to get a donkey cock shoved into your rectum?"

"Like hell that'll ever happen!" Gage tried to shove Bronson in a show of bravado, though it really ended up just pushing himself back more than anything. "Give me half a chance, I'll show you exactly who's gonna be on top here!"

"I'm not interested in sparing half a chance, Gage, or a quarter for that matter. Last warning, rein it in or you'll get what's coming to you." Bronson turned to leave, or at least that was what it seemed...in reality, the obvious dismissal was going to provoke Gage, and the wolf would do something that would get him in trouble. This was far from the first time Bronson had encountered Gage, after all...the smaller wolf had tried to flex his attitude more than a couple times before, and seemed to make a point of crossing the donkey every so often, like he intended to prove that this time would be different. Or maybe he enjoyed getting smacked around and nailed just that much, Bronson didn't really care.

Sure enough, Gage wasn't backing down, and wasn't taking the slight lightly. "Get back here, bitch!" he yapped, reaching out and grabbing and yanking Bronson's tail. That turned out to be quite the error, as Bronson whipped around and backhanded Gage HARD, enough to send the wolf spinning around a full two revolutions as he staggered backwards before crashing onto the ground. He writhed on the ground for a moment, clearly trying to get back up but still too jarred to coordinate himself, but he didn't stop down long, as Bronson stepped forward and took hold of him by the scruff of his neck and his thigh, hefting him into the air with not a whole lot of effort and pulling him back into his broader body.

"Pretty sure this is the NINTH time you've tried to pull this shit, pup, and you'd think you'd get the message after what happened to you the first eight." Bronson felt Gage feebly squirming in his grip, not nearly enough to escape, or even give a good impression that he was trying - which he probably wasn't. "Or maybe you did, and that's why you keep coming back, because you know I'm perfectly happy to indulge you. Bet not everyone likes whacking you across the muzzle like that, eh?"

"Anhh...eyaaah..." For once, Gage's tongue wasn't working quite right, but that suited Bronson just fine. He let go of the wolf's scruff, only long enough to swing his arm around to grasp the front of Gage's neck instead, making him back a bit as the pressure was applied to his throat - not enough to choke but enough to make him feel like it. His thick cock was pushing out of his sheath as he rubbed himself against the wolf's backside, working himself up the last bit he needed...and he could very well tell that Gage was getting a hard-on as well, one he couldn't hide at all thanks to the hold Bronson had on him. The smattering of onlookers interested in the scene were taking clear note of that, though not too many people were stopping by - this wasn't exactly a novel scene in Aesop, and one didn't need to go out of their way to watch if they had other things going on, there would be other opportunities soon enough.

Soon enough both Bronson and Gage were at full mast, but only one of them was going to get to actually make use of that - and it wasn't the impetuous wolf, despite his multiple declarations. Bronson pulled his body away just enough to get the end of his cock against Gage's tailhole, and spared no effort as he shoved deep inside, making Gage emit a half-strangled cry as he was forced to stretch around that hefty tool - not for the first time, and probably not for the last either. His squirming redoubled, but he seemed particularly ineffective at trying to get free, yipping here and there as those forceful thrusts pounded through him.

"Mrf, you don't HAVE to squeeze me like you're trying to keep me for yourself, you know," Bronson grunted tauntingly, jerking Gage towards him a bit as he humped in; within the wolf's torso, the faintest of bulges could be seen if one looked closely, though one might be distracted by the swaying boner beneath, leaking and jetting precum all over the terrace. Gage was tight as ever, no mean feat considering how often he got used - Bronson was far from the only one who gave him this sort of treatment - and the fact that he was clenching down on him as he moved in and out only made the pressure even more impressive. "Look at your cock squirt, you little bitch. You must really love getting pasted and pounded. You know you could ask nicely...heh, but I bet you won't, you wanna get me nice and annoyed so I fuck you with a grudge."

Gage didn't reply to that, but the throbbing and jerking of his cock didn't exactly hide his response. Bronson snickered and just hammered in harder, going full-bore, or at least as much as he could in this position - it wasn't completely free lifting the wolf, even if he was pretty small. Still, with his cock buried in nice and deep and forceful thrusts imposing his will on the bitch of a wolf, he couldn't deny that it was a hell of a thrill - if it hadn't been, he probably wouldn't have indulged Gage so much in his shenanigans. And if there was any doubt that Gage was enjoying it just as much, it would be pretty forcefully smashed by the whimpers Gage was giving off now, which were as much pleasure as they were humiliation.

It wasn't going to take long for things to finish, not as worked up as they both were. The wolf's prostate was being so ruthlessly battered by that thick staff piercing him, making him yelp and squirt precum as he was shoved forcefully towards climax, and Bronson's pre was flowing pretty freely as well, making it easy for him to rock in and out of Gage's well-soaked insides. It was just a matter of who would break first...and naturally, it was Gage, a blissful cry of surrender escaping him as his jets of white pulsed from the tip of his cock, splattering onto the grass as undeniable evidence of his submission. He had another coming soon enough, though, as Bronson let out his own cry and suddenly slammed home, and Gage's innards were suddenly painted white, thick ropes of donkey cum intruding into his bowels and filling him up quite completely. It was too much for him to contain completely, and plenty of that seed leaked out around Bronson's shaft to dribble down and make a full-on mess of his tailhole and the fur of his ass.

Bronson stayed within the wolf until his shots had tapered to dribbles, and even as he pulled out he made sure to smear his cock around the wolf's ass and tail, getting it nice and saturated with his jizz as well as more or less cleaning himself off. He finally let Gage down, only for the wolf to fall forward, barely avoiding crashing all the way down into his own mess as he caught himself on his hands and knees. "Looks like you're below me again, pup. But we both knew how this was going to end, didn't we? Heh, not sure why you'd get such a kick out of this, but eh. Next time you've got that itch, you'll find me, as you always seem to. Mm, until then." With a mildly derisive wave, Bronson walked off, leaving Gage to pant, his expression showing the flush that his fur hid as he stayed in that degraded position, his tail hiked high to show the cum leaking out of him.

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"Whoof...that was something, all right," Kit said a bit breathlessly. "Uh, that, uh, Gage will be all right, won't he?"

"Oh, yeah," snickered Laz; the lion had gotten a fair bit aroused watching the whole thing, more visibly so than Kit, though the fox wasn't exactly cool as a cucumber. "He's used to it, trust me. Head's probably spinning from that smack, but he's been through more than that. Really takes advantage of that whole 'can't really hurt you' thing going on here, believe me."

"Ah...well, that's good. I'd feel a bit weird watching that if he wasn't so clearly into it. Is he one of those who has some trouble with this place, though? I mean, he did seem pretty aggressive there..."

"Nah. He's decent enough, albeit a bit of a chip-on-his-shoulder grump. He just tends to turn it up when he's clearly itching to get pounded. Tends to be a little calmer for a bit after he gets put in his place, though." Laz pulled Kit close, hin fingers trailing around the fox's sheath, making Kit murr a bit. "Gets others riled up, though, after they've enjoyed the show...you wanna put one on with me?"

Kit couldn't have agreed fast enough.