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Will stood with the others around blood-strewn grass. Mina's body lay face-down between them, her paw still stretched out and reaching for the village, a pair of Lynx arrowshafts jutting from the blood-covered back of her dress.

His eyes stung and he whined in the back of his tight, painful throat. He hadn't known her well, but her pretty smile had lit the barren main street up in the mornings. He'd talked to her in his shy, clumsy way and she'd always chatted back.

Her husband sobbed on the ground by her side, curled in on himself over her.

"Fucking witches," Alec growled, an older dog who'd lost his own wife last month to the Lynxes.

Murmurs of agreement and growls echoed around the small group of males from the village.

"We need to wake up," Alec continued, looking around the ragged bunch. "Are we gonna keep hiding our women and do nothing when this happens!?"

"We've tried hunting 'em," Don snapped, tearful too, his own wife murdered by a Lynx blade. "I've spent days in those woods looking for the shit-lickers, and_nothing_."

They fell back into the silence of her husband's quiet sobbing. Will remembered the tray of cakes she'd given him once for helping to chop firewood before winter. He'd eaten one a week, even though they'd gone stale, so they'd lasted until spring.

He closed his eyes and dampness leaked onto his cheeks. The Lynx war had taken his parents and forced him to this village alone at thirteen. Now it was taking the people he'd grown up with and cherished. The Lynx witches had been killing their women and kidnapping their young men for as long as he'd been alive. At eighteen, he was the most at risk in the village of being abducted.

But it had to stop. Will opened his eyes, sniffed, and stepped forward. He knew they thought of him as the village's grey-furred 'gentle giant', but anger burned behind his quiet voice now. "I'll go. They need to pay."

"Good lad," Alec said, stepping forward with him and slapping a paw on his arm. "We ain't waiting on the king's soldiers any more."

"No. The big idiot's exactly what they want," Don shot at them. "And he's a virgin. You know what they'll do to him."

Will's cheeks heated, his voice thick. "Ain't my fault if they kilt all the women."

"Boy's right," Alec snapped at Don, "give him a chance. Let him fight if he wants to."

Don glared at Alec, his ragged muzzle pulled back from his teeth. "They'll have him eatin' shit out their paws and fuckin' them full of kittens. We take him, and we're handing them a prize."

"I ain't getting' hoodwinked by no witches," Will said, glaring back, "and I ain't gettin' taken."

"We'll see." Don pointed back to the main street. "Fine. Meet me in an hour."

---

Don stalked out in front, Alec walked in the middle, and Will kept up the rear. He tried to pad soft on the earth, but his big footpaws and heavy pads squelched in the mud of the forest trail every few steps.

He rubbed his eyes and sniffed his nose dry. Mina had been so kind and pretty. She'd been spoken for, but it hadn't stopped him from admiring her from afar. Don's virgin comment stung deep. He'd dreamed of being with Mina, or one of the other few ladies left, but they were all older and married. Even when he'd been aching and out of his sheath with the madness that came to him every few weeks, he'd stayed respectful, and watched Mina stretch on her toes to hang clothes on a line through the corner of his window. He'd groaned at how her dress clung to her figure and made a mess of his paws, sometimes in seconds when she'd stretched higher and lifted her tail up to show its underside.

He'd never told her how she made him feel, and now she was gone forever.

Will stopped and looked around. He clutched the home-made spear Alec had given him, a broom handle with the head replaced by the sharpened head of a trowel. The two dogs were gone. He blinked and listened, floppy ears lifted, but the wind just rustled in the trees. He wasn't scared of Lynx girls or magic, but their skill with a bow and arrow set him on edge.

He'd been walking with his eyes on the ground and thinking of Mina. Alec and Don must have gone a different way or left him behind. Frowning, close to a growl, he padded forward again and brushed branches aside with his broad shoulders. A sound drifted into his hearing after a few minutes of trying to catch up. He slowed, then stopped, ears lifted again.

A feminine voice. Signing.

He listened. It was enticing, lilting, carefree. He turned to look in its direction, away from the path, and tired to remember what he was just thinking about. He couldn't though, and stepped into the trees towards it.

After a while of trudging through undergrowth and shoving branches aside, he paused and listened to the lilting notes. There was something he was out here to do, but he couldn't remember what it was. He held a spear - maybe it was for self-defence? His mind fogged and all he could think about was that voice. He pushed on until a clearing came into view. Approaching the edge of the trees, he pulled a branch aside and gazed through.

A Lynx girl stood naked and knee-deep in a pool of water in the centre of the clearing. She held her hair over a shoulder and sang through a smile with that beautiful voice, her eyes closed and face serene, her bare breasts in full view.

A breath left him and he went still, eyes wide. He'd only seen a girl in such undress a few times before, all of them brief and accidental. She was washing her hair, but hardly bothering, as though her singing was the most important thing in the world.

And why wouldn't it be, when it was so beautiful? Beautiful like her. Gorgeous, stunning, like her...

Will's breathing picked up and his sheath tensed between his legs. He sighed, transfixed by her bare breasts, shapely figure, and Lynx fur in all of its patterns. Brown spots dotted golden fur over her back, arms, and the outsides of her legs, while her belly, breasts, and the intimate insides of her thighs were pure white. Her feline ears stood tall with distinctive dark tufts at their tips and the long, fluffy fur of her cheeks draped down to frame her Lynx face. Her paws were delicate and feline, her claws sheathed as she stroked her golden hair, her short, stubby tail leaving her hindquarters on show.

She turned her head a little and he could swear she peeked straight at him, her eye cracked just a little, then she carried on singing and stroking her hair.

A deeper breath left him and hot, swollen muscle slid from his opened sheath. He glanced down at his brown breeches in surprise, but found his eyes drawn back up to her nude, feminine form. He sighed and more of his erection pushed out against his breeches. Her voice wrapped him in warmth and need that became more urgent by the moment. He brushed the branches in front of him aside and stepped forward...

A cry came from his left and the Lynx girl cut her singing off, startled.

Will's mind jarred back from a haze of powerful lust. He whirled around to see a pair of grappling figures crash through trees into the clearing a few feet away. Don fought with an older Lynx warrior clad in their distinctive green armour on the grass, her hisses and animal yowls mixing with his canine snarls.

Don held his wood carving knife over her, but the Lynx had sunk her claws into his wrist and held it back. Blood stained his dark fur in a streak down to his elbow. They rolled over each other, struggling with the knife, biting and scratching at any exposed fur.

The naked Lynx girl splashed out of the pool and broke into a run towards them, her breasts bouncing and her wet fur and hair flinging water everywhere.

Will blinked and shook the confusion from his head. Lynx witches! They'd put him under a spell, that witch's singing, he'd almost-

Snarling and gripping his spear, he burst from the trees and pounded up to the struggling pair just as the singing girl reached them. She flinched back in shock at his towering appearance, glanced at his spear, then hissed, turned tail, and ran.

Will grinned, barked after her, and hefted his spear to point down at his struggling friend. The pair were too entangled and moving too quickly though and he hesitated, waiting for an opening to stab only the Lynx.

"Help me, you big fuck!" Don cried, but the Lynx warrior bit into his arm and he shrieked. His grip went slack on the knife's handle and it tumbled to his chest. The Lynx bit harder and snatched the knife up.

Will gaped, everything in slow motion, the spear frozen in his paws.

The Lynx plunged it straight down between Don's ribs.

Don screamed.

She pulled the knife out, blade slick with blood, and plunged it back down a few inches over. Her mouth released his arm and she spat a feline hiss of blood, hatred and triumph in his face.

Don's scream turned to a gurgle and he clutched at the handle, staring in horror at it.

Will still couldn't move. The Lynx warrior looked up at him, saw his dumstruck face, and broke into a bloody grin. "Hello," she said, her voice soft and breathy.

"Kill-!" Don choked.

Will cried out and thrust his spear straight down at her face.

Her head darted aside and the metal tip plunged past into the earth. Will growled in rage and hauled it back, but the tip snapped off and stayed in the ground. He turned on the Lynx warrior, now up on her bare feet and facing him, and pointed the broken end at her.

She breathed hard, Don's blood on the white fur of her mouth and on one of her paws, and looked him up and down with a delighted grin. Green armour pads covered her shoulders, breasts, knees and thighs, and white under-wraps around her breasts and hips kept her modesty. Her fur was bare everywhere else and her lethal, narrow claws jutted unsheathed from her paws and dug into the ground form her toes.

Will growled and jabbed the stick at her.

She dodged easily and flashed her eyes at him, grinning like this was some kind of sick game.

Rage forced tears to his eyes and his voice went ragged with emotion. "You kilt Mina, and now you kilt Don!" He ran at the Lynx witch jabbing and slashing, but she slipped around his charge and his tunic tugged downwards against his back with a loud rip.

Will yowled and stumbled, but brought his broken spear around in a vicious swipe. It whistled through the air but missed, the Lynx crouched behind him, then she sprung back up and dashed several steps away with that blood-covered grin.

His whole tunic and shirt slid down his arms - she'd slashed his clothes clean open from behind and nipped his back in a few places with her claws. Fighting the urge to charge in a blind rage, he stuck the spear in the ground, ripped his shirt off his arms, and threw it to the mud.

Her eyes flashed and widened with her grin. She licked her fanged teeth and gazed at his bare chest in open hunger, then looked into his eyes. "Mmmm. Perfect."

Don gurgled a few feet away, clutching the knife handle on his chest, the air bubbling in the back of his throat.

"You kilt Don, and you kilt Mina!" he wailed, then charged her with the spear ready to swing. She darted toward the clearing's edge, so he broke into a sprint to reach her first and swung for her head.

The Lynx ducked and the spear struck a thick branch instead. It broke off the tree with a crack and crashed to the soil beneath.

"Strong!" she said, grinning, then darted straight up to him through his dropped guard.

Will staggered back. She put her paws on his chest with sheathed claws and dragged her soft fingers down to his nipples. "Sexy," she breathed, inches away, smiling into his face, feeling the shape of his pecks and the hardness of his muscles.

He snarled in rage and brought the spear down, but she caught his arms and used them to fling herself away. "And dumb," she laughed, then licked her teeth and eyed his bare chest. "Oh, you'll do."

Tears threatened in his hot eyes. He couldn't even touch her. She was so fast and slippery, always dodging just right, never where his spear landed.

"Aww," she said, relaxing her stance and tilting her head, her gaze filling with sympathy. "Don't cry, big doggy." She put her feet together and spread her arms towards him in invitation. "Come, I'll make it better."

He growled and jabbed the spear at her. "Evil witch!"

Her face filled with hurt. "I'm not a witch." She licked the back of her paw, then used it to clean the blood off her mouth. "You dogs call us that, but we're not."

"You're evil," he spat.

"I'm not evil," she pleaded, "please, don't believe what they told you?"

He glared at her, then looked over at Don. The older canine still gurgled and clutched at the knife handle.

"I know, I'm sorry," she said, her voice full of sudden sorrow, "it was self-defence, I swear. He was trying to kill me."

Don choked and managed to speak. "Don't, listen-"

"I've never killed any of your kind before," she continued, "I swear it."

"You did," Will snapped, growling, lifting his spear back up and pointing the broken end at her. "You kilt Mina."

She gazed at him with big eyes, her claws sheathed and feet together. "I swear I didn't. I just want us to stop fighting. Please?"

"Don't-" Don coughed and whimpered in agony, "-listen..."

"Look, I'll kneel down." She climbed down to her knees, her long legs folded under her, and held her paws up towards him. "See? I don't want to fight."

Will hesitated. He stared into her eyes, looking for deception, and she gazed back, long, warm, mesmerising... her eyes seemed to glow, just in their centres, and she breathed out a long, slow, uttered string of strange words.

Will breathed out too. He stared, entranced, her beauty revealed him in a sudden moment of awe.

"Come," she sighed, so happy to see him. "Come to me."

Will stepped forward, his heart beating quick and his limbs tingling in a rush of juvenile excitement. A beautiful woman wanted him, wanted him to come to her, it was finally happening...

Someone made a choked noise behind him, but this Lynx was waiting, and he couldn't believe it. He let the spear fall from his paw and rushed to stand directly before her.

She smiled up at him, sultry and knowing, then fixed her eyes to his groin. Her paws went to the waistline of his breeches.

Will whimpered at the torrent of pressure flooding his sheath.

The gorgeous Lynx extended a single claw, smiled up at him, and cut the tie holding his breeches up with a single flick. She took hold of the material and licked her teeth. "Let's see what you have." She slid the fabric off his waist and down to his ankles.

The sight of a beautiful woman eyeing his bare sheath from inches away made him groan. He groaned again, deeper, and his sheath flexed and pulsed.

The Lynx sighed, her face full of heavy desire, and slid her paws around to his backside. She squeezed him, feeling his muscles, and watched bright-eyed as his sheath lifted and opened.

Will's bare canine length poked free, then slid out an inch in a pulse of hot pressure. He moaned, overcome, and watched through half-lidded eyes as more and more pushed free to stand rigid and upright in front of her face.

"Oh," she sighed, gazing at it in bright hunger, "Oh_yes._" She moved forward, glanced up at him, and huffed her hot breath over it.

He shuddered and whimpered, so sensitive, and looked into her eyes.

She smiled in delight. "That nice?"

He nodded, panting now, shivering all over.

"Good boy," she sighed, then her paws gripped his backside and she took his fist few inches into her mouth. She stroked her rough, wet, warm,incredible tongue against his underside and her mouth enclosed the rest of him in silk.

Will's head shot up and he warbled a cry at the clouds through his open muzzle, his whole body bowed forwards against her.

Her paws groped and squeezed at his ass in circular motions, keeping him in place, and she slid more of him in.

His shaking paws went to her shoulders for support and he held her, gently, as he warbled in helpless feeling. He whined and looked down at her. His tapered beetroot-red canine length slid in and out of her mouth, her wicked eyes watching him through her lashes. He whimpered, letting her know how unbelievable that felt, and her mouth moved around his cock in a smile.

She kept it up and his eyes winced shut between helpless whines. His knot pulsed against his sheath, filling quickly, almost rock-hard. Pawing himself off to Mina told him he only had a few seconds before he made of mess of her mouth or her face...

Mina. His breathing faltered and his head twitched. Who was Mina?

Pleasure surged and he groaned, the gorgeous Lynx suckling on him. He needed to remember Mina, because something was very, very wrong. But he was losing control, his loins filling with ecstasy and pressure in her mouth, and he couldn't stop it-

Something slammed into his back and he toppled forward straight on to the startled Lynx. She yelped around a mouthful of canine cock and her paws shot out around him, her back pinned to the ground, her legs splayed and feet scrambling at the earth.

Her sharp teeth caught his cock and he yelped. He pulled out of her mouth, lifted himself off her, and rolled aside.

"Die, witch!" Alec cried, kneeling over her, a knife ready to fall.

The Lynx screamed, her paws flinched up, her beautiful face fixed to the blade.

Will lunged and tackled him off her. "NO!"

"IDIOT!" Alec balled, shoving at him and trying to break his grapple, "GET OFF!"

Terror rushed electric through Will. Why did Alec want to kill a beautiful Lynx? He whimpered and let go, reeling on the grass, eyes wide and breaths fast, his mind tumbling in chaos.

Alec scrambled to his feet and pointed down at him. "You OAF!" Something whistled through the air and he staggered backwards, an arrowshaft jutting from his chest, then another whistled and thunked in beside it. He staggered back another step and gawked down at his punctured chest in wide-eyed shock.

Will glanced over at the pool. The naked, singing Lynx girl crouched by it on her tiptoes with her legs open, her bow drawn with a third arrow, and she let it fly.

It struck Alec just under the chin and he flopped backwards onto the grass with a strangled wail.

Will stared. Everything flooded back, his mind tearing free into a world of horror. He cried out in agony at what he'd done, scrambled upright, and stared at the naked Lynx with the bow. She'd notched another arrow, but held the bow aside and just watched him instead of taking aim.

Nearby, the Lynyx warrior he'd knocked over was back on her feet. She panted at him in terrifying need, her bright eyes transfixed by his half-hard loins, her claws unsheathed and held ready by her sides.

Will fled naked into the trees and didn't look back.

---

Branches crashed against his arms and raked over his sides. Will shouldered through them at speed, running blind with panic, his footpaws pounding over tree roots and thick mud. His loins softened in the cool air and slid back into his sheath, the pressure of near-release leaving him tingling inside.

His ears picked out rapid footfalls close behind. Normally-silent Lynx feet pattered over mud and crunched through fallen leaves in his wake and it shot fresh panic through his legs. He fought the need to look back and just kept running.

Something whistled past him and crashed into branches just ahead. A pair of steel balls whipped around them, connected by a thin wire, and they wrapped the branches up.

Will swerved left and shot a terrified look over his shoulder.

The naked Lynx girl ran just behind, the singing one from the pool, her paw lifted and another wire trap ready to throw.

Will yelped and swerved right. She still didn't throw. He glanced back again and she sped after him, eyes locked to his legs, her young face set in concentration.

He swerved again and his next step caught. His ankle bit hard against tight metal wire and an animal wail burst form his muzzle. He pitched forward into the air, his ankles wrapped together, then crashed face-first into the mud.

He spat sour, earthy soil off his tongue and yelped - something heavy thumped onto his back, a Lynx foot, and Lynx paws snapped around his wrists. She hauled his arms back and together. He yowled but couldn't struggle hard enough to break her hold, his shoulders rotated too far, and a loop of wire slipped tight around his wrists.

She let his bound arms drop against his back. Bare, feminine Lynx feet walked around in front of him. Hog-tied, he looked up and met her satisfied smirk, the angle framing her pretty face between her ample bare breasts, a tuft of fur on her chest between them. A single leather tie held a small pouch against her hip, no doubt full of the snares she'd caught him with. She was definitely younger than the other Lynx and looked around his age.

"You are done running, doggy?" She said, her accent much stronger than the other Lynx. It made him think of far-off deserts and the strong Lynx spices a trader had brought to the village once. She smiled and looked him over, then crouched down in front of him with her legs apart.

Will's stare went straight to the intimate fluff that barely covered the pinkness of her bare sex just beneath. He gawked, wide-eyed, at his first ever close-up of a girl.

She breathed quickly, a little winded from chasing him, andmade no move to close her legs."I amAzka." She rested her paws on her knees and watched him ogle her with a smile. Her paw slid down her belly, she framed her pink pussy between two fingers, then spread her lips apart. "We will become familiar."

Will's eyes bulged. She was pinker and softer looking inside, and her pussy went in deeper than he'd imagined.

"You..." Azka watched him close, her voice curious,"...have not seen before?"

He breathed out, caught in her eyes, and her Lynx face filled with knowing. She closed her legs, knelt down in front of him, and reached out to his head.

He flinched, expecting pain, but her soft paws went to his cheek and the crown of his head. She stroked and rubbed him in gentle caresses of her pads for a while, her claws fully sheathed. He whined in confusion and horror. This girl had murdered Alec and probably murdered Mina, but this felt_wonderful..._

His eyes unfocussed under her caresses. He whimpered and tried to resist, tugging his head away, but she just pulled him back under her stroking paws and he lost the will to do anything but feel. She scratched behind his ears, his eyes half-closed, and his tongue slid from the end of his muzzle.

"You are virgin," she said, scratching and stroking him with a smile, "Taima will be happy."

Will flinched at that word, but she kept stroking and_stroking_and he sighed. Her other paw went to his chin and rubbed under his muzzle - his eyes drifted shut and he lifted his head to let her.

Azka giggled, light and girly, and went back to stroking his head. "You will give us such fun."

She was gorgeous. Why did she have to be a murderer?

Footsteps came close and Will opened his eyes through a daze of sluggish pleasure. The older warrior Lynx, who must be Taima, stood over him in her armour.

"He is virgin," Azka said, smiling, lavishing him with affection.

Taima breathed out and her eyes lit. She knelt down beside Azka and brought her paw to his cheek. "Innocent," she whispered, gazing at him like she couldn't believe he was real, "one so grown..."

"Your age?" Azka asked, stroking his ears and rubbing their edges between her padded fingers.

Will wanted to sob. Flashes of Don gurgling and clutching that knife only minutes ago jarred with these two beautiful Lynx women stroking his head and being so gentle.

Azka moved her paw under his chin, lifted his muzzle, and peered down at him with some of that killer hardness in her young face. "Your age, doggy?"

What was the point of lying now? Will swallowed first so his voice wouldn't break. "Eighteen."

They both sighed and looked at each other in delight. Azka spoke. "Just as me. If this one is virgin, Suha's plan is right."

Taima looked back at him and grinned. "No doggy bitches left for you, mm?"

Will glared at her in hatred, thinking of Mina, but she just smiled. They went back to stroking a moment later, and no matter how humiliating it was and how much he the anger burned in him, their paws felt wonderful. No one had ever touched him like this before and the pleasure of being stroked and scratched by soft, female paws was just overwhelming. His mind dazed under their attention and his eyes drifted closed.

"Let's roll you over, big doggy," Azka said, her paws kneading his cheeks. She nodded to Taima, stood up, and they pushed his side with their feet so he flopped over onto his back.

They stood over him, smiling, and Azka caught Taima's attention. She grinned, nodded at his sheath, then stepped over his chest and stood with her feet on either side of his shoulders.

Will stared straight up at her exposed sex. She grinned down between her breasts and put her paws on her hips, showing him deliberately. His sheath had been tingling and pulsing with pressure from their stroking, and now it lifted and swelled.

Taima crouched by his crotch and watched his sheath with heavy, open-mouthed breaths and half-lidded eyes, the drool dripping from her fangs.

No, he thought,they kilt Don and Alec. I can't let 'em. His gazed stayed where it was though andthetip of hishot muscle pokedout of his sheath's pouch.

Taima sighed, lickedher teeth, then lowered her face to his groin anddrew shaking breaths only inches from his pouch, her ravenous eyes burning, her paws on his thighs.

Will grunted, more of his erection slid out, and then it became pulsing pressurebeyond his control. He shuddered and it slid full and free, twitching with his heartbeat, his eyes on Azka's bare breasts.

Taima's breathing went ragged.She huffed air over his bare cock, then drew her rough tongueover his length and licked the beads of pre leaking from his tip.

Will flinched and whimpered, the pleasure sharp and overwhelming.

Azka giggled above him. "You are sweet, doggie.Youwill have lot of fun, and you will give Taimaherkitten."

Taima licked him again and again and hepanted,his vulnerable loins rigid under her attention and close to losing controlalready, his half-lidded eyes fixed to the younger Lynx's bare body.

"It will be too easy with this one," Azka continued.She lifted a foot, balancing on her other, and brought her toes to his muzzle. "Lick, doggie," she said, her muddy pads hovering an inch from his nose.

Taimagraspedhis cock and nuzzled it, her breathing quick and feverish, thenlicked at his swollen knot.

Will groaned in helpless feeling and writhed in his bonds.

Azka poked the end of his muzzle with her foot. "Lick."

Will opened his muzzle and drew his tongue through the fluffy furof her toes. Azka giggled and her face filled with deep, sultry enjoyment.He just licked at her in a stupor of lust, trembling under their attention, until Taimatook him back into her mouth and he burned away into white-hot euphoria. He bucked up against the back of her throat and let out an explosivewhelp, his knot rammed against her lips, and pressure surgedintoher mouth.

Taimadrank from him, her paws gripping histhighs hard, her lips sealed around hispulsingshaft above his knot. Her throat worked and he listened to hergulp canineseed through a haze of ecstasy,his loud and humiliating warbles echoingthrough the woods around them. A whimper drifted from his muzzle and his head flopped back in spent pleasure, his dazed expression meeting Azka's smirk.

"Happy doggie," she said, smiling warm, her foot still hovering over his face. She broughther toesdown to his muzzle and he licked her through the hot glow filling him, Taimasuckingthe last drops of seed from his sensitive loins like she thirsted for it.

Azkagiggled. "Good doggie. We takeyou to camp. Then ritual can begin."