A Fox and a Knight
An anthropomorphic fox gets visited by a lonely lizard knight, who doesn't take "no" for an answer. All characters are digitigrade, anthropomorphic and presumably possess anatomically correct genitalia (I am not a fan of hemipenis though, so be advised). I'd classify this story as semi-consensual, but you may be of different opinion.
A fox and a knight
Chivalry is but a word.
TLDR: An anthropomorphic fox gets visited by a lonely lizard knight, who doesn't take "no" for an answer. All characters are digitigrade, anthropomorphic and presumably possess anatomically correct genitalia (I am not a fan of hemipenis though, so be advised). I'd classify this story as semi-consensual, but you may be of different opinion.
Skira aggrievedly shook her head in disapproval. This wasn't the first time some stupid moron offered her money for sex; this city seemed to be awfully full of perverted creeps.
"You sure, hon?"
The reptilian knight in front of her didn't show the slightest hint of disappointment, it was his amused smile that sent shivers down the young fox's back. Working at a local inn, she's seen many a knight before and they always meant trouble. They could pay themselves out of any predicament, which basically meant that they stood above the law. Not one person should be allowed to stand above the law.
His snake-like eyes hungrily inspected her head-to-toes for the last time, before he simply shrugged his shoulders and left, never dropping that menacing smile of his. Hopefully, he left for good, Skira thought, somehow doubting her own belief.
"You look a bit down, Ski. Anything I can help you with?"
Keran gave her a reassuring smile. Usually, he could raise her spirits quite easily, but today, Skira didn't even feel like hearing the old ursine innkeeper out. Instead of being rude, she chose not to respond at all, leaving him for the night. Her personality often got the better of her; she always sought to solve her issues on her own. The fox saw any reliance on others as a weakness, one that she believed she couldn't afford succumbing to.
Walking down the market lane, Skira felt a sense of unease to be growing within her. Something wasn't quite right; it wasn't unusual for her to be the centre of attention for males of different species around her, but today, she felt like she was being watched, like truly watched, by someone hiding in the crowd.
Instead of going straight towards her home, located just outside the city walls, she turned towards the slums, hoping to lose her supposed pursuer. What one would call paranoia, she called cautiousness. It kept her alive through the years.
Horrible stench filled her nostrils as she got closer to the slums, nearly forcing the anthro fox to vomit on spot. She wasn't a noble by any means, not a drop of blue blood in her veins, as she used to say, but seeing eye to eye with the poverty and dirtiness of this place still turned her stomach upside down.
Piles of dung were laying all around the street, with dirty kids apparently playing dodgeball with some of them. She saw a small tigress laugh at a lizard hatchling, that fell into a pool of piss, before the girl herself got hit with a ball of excrements, frantically spitting and trying get them out of her mouth afterwards.
I must be a horrible person, Skira thought as she laughed at the feline, grateful still, that it wasn't her.
Taking a few sharp turns and interlacing through the most miserable and remote streets of the quarter, her worries were finally put to rest. There was no way someone was able to follow her through that mess of sharp turns and crowded alleys.
When she got home at last, the sun had already set.
Ordinarily, she would get something to eat, before heading out to get some water from the well. Today however, she didn't feel like leaving the comfort of her humble, one-room shack. Instead of doing anything productive, she simply lay down on her straw bed and fell asleep.
"Wake up, you fucking bitch."
Skira woke up as if someone had poured icy water all over her. A stranger addressing you anywhere but, in the inn, means trouble, a strange voice addressing at home you in the middle of the night is beyond bad.
Immediately, she went for the short knife, tucked away on the side of her straw bed. She couldn't get it. Her heart sank at the realization, her hands and paws were tied together behind her back, she was helplessly laying on her belly. This wasn't good, this wasn't good at all. Skira tried screaming, calling for help, only to discover that she had been muffled, as a bunch of leather straps restrained her from opening her mouth.
"There," she could hear a familiar laughter coming from behind her and suddenly, there was no need for her to turn her head, she already knew who the stranger was. Nevertheless, Skira still oriented her gaze upon the lizard knight, ignoring his presence would not make him disappear, sadly.
"You do understand your situation, don't you?"
She growled in response. Partly because her anger wouldn't allow her to remain silent, partly because she couldn't talk with her mouth tied shut. He seemed sufficiently amused, but then again, his arrogant smile never seemed to leave his face, in the first place.
"You are in luck. The thing I love about foxes are your beautiful muzzles."
The lizard walked towards her straw bed, crouching next to her, whilst maintaining an eye contact with the bound fox.
"I am not here to rape and kill you, no, no, no, no."
He talked to her as an adult would talk to a child. Never was she in a conversation with more defined social ranks than this one.
"That would be mean and dishonourable, agreed?"
Skira blinked with both eyes at once, but even she couldn't tell, if it was by an accident or if she was trying to respond. Be it one or the other, the knight took it as an acknowledgement.
"Hence, I want you, an obedient little fox, to suck my cock for a quarter of a groschen."
He smirked, while patting her left thigh. Nothing about his words made this a negotiable offering.
Hundreds of slurs and curses were running through the young fox's head, but she bit her tongue and forced herself to slightly nod, instead. There was no point arguing with someone who could have her hanged on a whim, only by accusing her of some random crime.
"Good girl, now, I am going to untie you," he unsheathed a long dagger, one that nicely complimented his long sword. "Don't try anything stupid, my people are waiting outside, and they know who you are."
Skira silently nodded, but deep inside, she was fuming in rage. She has worked hard every bloody day of her life, only for some stupid gecko to make a whore out of her?! Allowing her anger to reign wasn't the wisest of options and she was well aware of that, but that didn't mean she was going to be happy fulfilling his sleazy request.
Finally, her hands and legs were free, allowing her to stretch her sore muscles. The position in which he chose to restrain her in wasn't comfortable in the slightest. Still, she wasn't forgetting that the worst was yet to come and stalling a bit couldn't hurt. After a long while of making him uneasy, she finally tore off the straps around her snout, before theatrically licking her muzzle.
"Sure, take your time, I am entertained, really."
She couldn't help it but let out a giggle. In her mind, there was no way she would hear sarcasm from someone like him, and for the shortest of moments, he seemed genuinely surprised that it made her react in this way, before putting his smug expression back on.
"There I am, getting laughed at by a commoner I am trying to-"
Skira silenced him by putting her hand over his mouth, once again shaking his confidence and wrestling the control of the situation away from him.
"Hush, now. Quarter of a groschen is for sucking you off, talking is for two more."
The dumbfounded expression on his face nearly made the fox burst out in laughter. He wasn't used to this and even after she took her hand away from his muzzle, he still didn't seem to know how to respond to that.
Instead of waiting for him, she decided to get over with it. The sooner she'd do it, the sooner she would be able to forget the whole thing. Besides, in her mind, sucking him off was a thousand times better than getting fucked. This way, she would be in control and based on her limited knowledge, males are far more prone to paying attention to the comfort of their counterpart, when they have fox fangs around their cocks.
By taking off his codpiece, strangely enough he was wearing one, she gained access to his cloacal slit. The knight's heartbeat grew faster, making her believe, that despite the confidence he was trying to evoke, he wasn't used to sex-related stuff at all, at least on someone else's terms, that is.
It did not take long for Skira to arouse the lizard; a few external licks and his hard and throbbing manhood was right in front of her. He was going to say something, something stupid and unfit for the moment as the fox concluded, so before he could do so, she hilted his entire length in her maw, paying close attention not to leave a single bite-mark on his delicate tool. Skira was a natural at this, despite never pleasuring anyone orally before, using her tongue to caress his dragon-like member, licking it and savouring it like an oversized lollipop.
The blissful expression on the knight's face was all the affirmation that she was doing good, that she needed, her semi-voluntarily chosen mate seemed to be in a heaven. Slowly at first, she started moving her head back and forth, sucking and licking the lizard's penis. It wasn't nearly as bad as she worried it might be, as her partner was very well groomed and even his cloaca seemed to be thoroughly washed prior to their intercourse. If only he wasn't acting like an entitled jerk. Soon enough, just as his manhood started pulsating and stiffening in her mouth, she put up the pace, going faster and inserting his tool ever deeper down her throat, occasionally gagging and tearing up bit.
It didn't take long for him to approach an orgasm, finally prompting him to pick up a more active approach. The knight suddenly grabbed her head, rocked his hips forth and came deep down her throat, before roughly yanking her off of his cock. Skira unceremoniously collapsed on the hard clay floor, coughing and trying to catch her breath, as the lizard's warm semen ran down her face and chest, forming a small puddle beneath her.
She expected him to drop her the promised coin. She was worried that he would just walk away, never sparing her a second glance. She was deathly afraid that he would beat her or have his men take their turns as well. She would never have guessed what happened next.
The lizard bend down to her, helping her get back on her paws with an apologetic expression on his face.
"I... I am sorry for pushing you, it was all a bit too overwhelming, really."
It took her a few long seconds to notice that he was holding her hands. The fox immediately pulled away, more out of surprise than spite or anything else.
Out of all emotions, sadness, or perhaps regret, was the one most pronounced on his face. He averted his gaze, looking at the ground instead of her eyes, while grabbing one of his pouches and producing a gold coin out it.
"I am truly sorry for everything."
With those words, the knight planted the fortune-worth coin into her delicate hand, before promptly leaving the confused fox alone in her home. She remained standing there for a good minute, dumbfounded about what had just transpired, before putting herself back to sleep. Morning is a good time to think about dreams and all of this seemed to her like nothing more, than a strange dream.
Thank you for reading my story! I hope you didn't find it to be a waste of time. Now, I am not a native speaker by any means, so I would like to humbly ask you to patience with any mistakes I may have done in the text. If you happen to find some reoccurring mistake, please let me know, so that I can improve!
Hope you have a good day, take care!