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(Content warning: Abuse, implied rape, slavery (not in sex).)

Winter left surprisingly quickly. In Lope's world, the seasons were far more lopsided than on Earth, and with some questioning, Russell learned that Winter and Summer were both only about a month's length, and the majority of the year was either extended autumn or spring. No wonder so many were comfortable running around in the nude.

With the return of greenery, and a much more tolerable temperature, came a decision to make. Russell needed to find more citizens for his fledgling city, and he would need at least one of his companions to join him. Durz was probably a bad idea, as his size would be hard to hide if they ran into trouble, while Brigirth, as foulmouthed as he could be when not reigned in, would also be a liability. He didn't want the dragon to scare anyone off. All that was left was Lope.

Durz and Brigirth were far from happy with Russell's plans, though the dragon was easy enough to placate with orders to guard their home while he was gone. Promises of fresh men to seduce quieted Durz's concerns, and as Russell packed provisions for the trip, he could hear the two excitable bottoms speculating about potential new prospects. Words such as 'Fucked-silly' and 'gape' featured heavily in their discussions. Sluts.

And so, with Lope in tow, his tail wagging, and a collar fastened around the werewolf's neck, Russell set off to explore. Lope held Russell's hand and seemed happy to be able to spend time with him alone. Russell had to admit that his attention split between his three needy lovers, while Lope's quiet and accepting demeanor often left him as the odd man out. Thinking back to their days alone in Lope's cave, he gripped his lupine lover's hand tighter and leaned his head against one of his strong shoulders. Lope would always have a special place in his heart, and he should make sure he knew that.

Forest fell away, replaced by a path, and they walked in comfortable silence until Lope's nose began to wiggle, and he pointed off into the distance. "Smells weird. Like fear." Fear? What could that mean? It couldn't hurt to investigate.

Through a small patch of dead woods, the source of the scent would become apparent. An intricately carved entryway leading into darkness yawned from a rock wall, and dangerous-looking men were carting cages filled with shrouded figures through it. Slave traders? Bandits? They couldn't be up to anything good.

Lope's ears were back, and he shook as he watched the cages disappear. "Bad. Lope know. Hurt Lope." It seemed these were the humans that Lope had mentioned months ago. One of his clawed fingers was tracing the scars on his chest, and until Russell wrapped his arms around the wolfman's waist, his shaking wouldn't stop. He seemed so small when he was afraid.

As he held the emotional wolf, he decided that he couldn't let them continue whatever they were doing. If Lope, with his carefree attitude and playfully quiet personality, were this affected, he could only imagine what their torture would do to more fragile creatures. He ran his fingers through Lope's hair and tried his best to console him. "It's okay. We can stop them from hurting others. Will you help me save them?"

Lope's watering eyes widened, and he searched Russell's face as if he couldn't believe his words. After a moment, he nodded and threw his arms around the human, squeezing him tightly while his tail wagged wildly behind him. Why would anyone ever hurt this sweet man?

As they sat and waited for an opportunity to move in, Russell petted the werewolf's unruly mop, letting him rest with his head in his lap. He was so peaceful when he napped, and Russell felt his heart melt as the wolf let out a contented sigh. It was hard to believe that this was the same man that could nearly give him a limp with his frenzied affections when he was in the mood.

By nightfall, the flow of cages had stopped, and as the last of the bandits filtered out, the entrance stood empty. Russell shook Lope awake, and together, they snuck through the ominously yawning entryway. Dimly glowing fungus lined the walls, but it was still too dark to see more than a few feet ahead of Russell's face. Still, with Lope's nose, navigating wouldn't be that bad. At least, Russell hoped that Lope could help. Getting lost in the dark for weeks until they starved to death wouldn't be his favorite experience.

The path twisted and branched, but Lope seemed confident that he knew where he was going, and eventually, they reached a widened chamber. Gloomy as it was, Russell could vaguely see a figure that appeared to be floating in the air in front of him. As he stepped closer, chains materialized from the darkness, revealing the prisoner hung from the ceiling.

Scarred and bleeding, the creature was in a sorry state, but Russell could make out a tangled mane and distinctly leonine features. Curiously, in place of a tufted lion's tail was a black, smooth, and segmented tail ending in a stinger. A manticore? A chimaera? It didn't matter. He needed help, and Russell couldn't resist someone in trouble.

The prisoner stirred when Russell reached out to try his bonds, and his voice croaked out in a hoarse whisper, "Haven't you tormented me enough? Am I not allowed to rest before you bring the whips and force me to make more of my accursed venom?" His head sagged, and it was clear from his hopeless demeanor and the grime infesting his wiry frame that he'd been here for a long time.

Lope found the key before Russell did. Thank goodness ruffians tended to be stupid. Anyone with a brain wouldn't keep the key this close to its lock, unguarded. He released each of the Lion man's chains in turn then, after a moment's hesitation, he unlocked the lion's tail. The pitiful creature fell forward, and Russell could barely support his limp frame. Thankfully the werewolf helped him, and together they propped the filthy manticore up against a nearby wall.

The lion man's green eyes were dull and listless, and as Russell wet a rag to clean his wounds, dejected words broke the silence. "What new torture am I meant to endure today? Isn't it enough that I cooperate?" His teeth clenched as the gentle cloth cleaned the blood from his chest, and he finally seemed to notice the difference in the newcomers. "Wait. You're not one of them."

Lope winced in sympathy, and Russell saw him kneel to offer the lion rabbit jerky. "Safe now. No more hurt." He said simply, his clawed hands reaching out to coax the forlorn feline's mouth open, starting to feed him by hand. Sadness darkened his cheerful face, and Russell was sure that the wolfman saw a bit of himself in the prisoner.

Unexpected as the kindness was to the freed prisoner, the lion seemed to brighten under their care, and the dullness in his eyes faded. "How did you two find me?" He asked with a halting, painfully hoarse tone. "This place is a death trap. No one should be able to navigate it. It-" Screeching and grinding stone interrupted the lion's speech, and his hand covered his face in a gesture of exasperation. "It changes its layout."

The door to the chamber was gone, replaced by a smooth stone wall, and grinding stone announced a second entrance opening behind the lion's chains. Their path was gone, replaced with a corridor that led deeper into the labyrinth, and even the softly glowing fungus glistened with a different hue as it disappeared into the gloom.

Helping the exhausted manticore to stand, they started through the door, with one of them supporting each of his arms. There was no choice but to press on and hope that they could free the rest of the captives. Lope led the way with testing sniffs, and Russell had no choice but to trust his judgment. After all, the wolf hadn't led him astray yet.

They walked for a timeless eternity through the gloom before the manticore started to wheeze with exertion, and Russell thought it would be best to take a break. Setting him down as gently as he could, he rubbed the poor creature's back. In the glow of the illuminating lichen, he finally got a good look at his leonine features.

Soft green eyes fluttered closed, and the lion's labored breathing slowed to gentle, even breaths. Without pain twisting his face, he was handsome, with slightly drawn cheeks, a strong chin, and a full mane that was unfortunately tangled and unkempt. His chest was flatter than Russell's usual companions, but slight pecs moved with each breath. Sitting between his thighs was a dirt-covered pair of big balls with a tawny sheath covering his manhood. Under different circumstances, Russell would have tried to coax it free, but he thought it best to let the manticore sleep. He could explore his body once he was healthier.

Instead, he sat next to his werewolf mate, his hand reaching out to grip the wolfman's extremity with a reassuring squeeze. Fingers entwined with each other, and he let out a soft sigh. At least they were together in this awful place. Before his eyes could flutter closed, he was surprised to feel the wolf slide from his side to face him. His knees bunched up as the wolf pressed closer, making room for him.

Lope's face eclipsed Russell's view of their captive, leaning close to steal a kiss. This time was more gentle than his usual fare, and Russell had to stifle a sensuous groan as his tongue eagerly met the wolfman's, and his free hand reached up to rest on one of the wolf's scarred pecs. When their oral caresses broke, he heard Lope's voice, quiet and contemplative, whisper from inches away. "Lope loves you. You help. Not like others. Not just mate." The sincerity in his voice rang clear. Lope was really in love with him.

Russell's chest felt as if it would burst. Unlike their usual lewd exploits, this was different. A feeling that he'd never felt before rose within him, and his lips returned for more of the wolf's breathtaking affections. Heat pressed against him, and he felt his member begin to harden against the werewolf's weightier shaft, their passionate grinds kissing the tips together through his pants and sandwiching them between their heaving stomachs. He needed more.

Soft hands slid Russell's trousers down, then tossed them to the side, gripping his hips to pull him into position. As Lope leaned over him, his grey eyes stared down into the human's, and the intense emotions in their depths twisted Russell's stomach into knots. He was gentle, and his cock didn't simply shove into Russell with his usual impatience. Instead, his drooling tip rolled over Russell's malleable entrance, slowly dipping past his clenching pucker with shallow thrusts as his oozing tip grew slicker. It seems this time, Lope wanted to try a more luxurious approach.

Russell felt as if he would explode, and he squirmed under the werewolf's tender ministrations, his face burying itself in those sweat-glistening lupine pecs. Wanting to beg, to demand proper breeding, he lost himself in the delicate embrace. Torturously slow, that pulsing member slid to the hilt, and by the time he felt Lope's balls twitching against his backside, he saw stars. Was this love? Every inch of him begged for Lope's touch, and his legs wrapped around the wolf's waist to beckon him deeper.

Again, demanding lips silenced Russell's needy moans, the wolfman's sensuous tongue slipping deep into the human's mouth and exploring with patient licks. Slowly but firmly, that big wolf cock began to breed him, grinding hard with each hilt and lighting up all of the sensitive spots deep within him. The world fell away, replaced only by the syrupy sounds of slick and slippery shoves and their desperate, panting breath.

Russell couldn't think. There was nothing but that questing cock's pleasuring thrusts, and as the wolf grew more aggressive, his hands slid around his waist to join his legs, gripping the soft ass beneath that sweeping tail and guiding him into the pleasure button deep within his clenching hole. Before long, his release grew close, and as the wolf slid home one last time, he clenched down hard, and a high-pitched moan closer to a scream died in their passionate kiss, drowned by Lope's needy growl.

Their finish came simultaneously. Liquid heat burst within Russell's depths, and he felt his cock begin to geyser between their sweating bodies in sympathetic spasms. Clenching and needy, he rode out the wolf's orgasm as if to milk every bit from him, and when next their lips broke, they were both a panting mess. Russell affirmed the wolf's confession as his sweating face stared down at him. "I love you too, Lope." He did. He realized it now. While he had fun with others, his thoughts would always return to the werewolf, and their affectionate moments were always his favorite part of the day.

Two faces turned in unison as they heard a polite cough from a few feet away. The manticore's tawny face seemed slightly uncomfortable, and a rather impressive member had grown from his sheath to softly tap against his belly, showing off barbs around the tip. It was rather large for the rest of his build. "Oh, uh. Don't mind me. You two enjoy yourselves." His erection showed he was being polite, and despite his attempts to look away, there was a bit of hunger hidden in his ogling.

Their relaxed affections continued, and in fact, the audience somehow made it feel better. Lope transferred the human to his lap with Russell's back to his heaving chest. With his cock half-hard and dripping with leftover seed against Russell's aching entrance, he let his hands roam over the human's chest and stomach. Soft lips kissed along the exposed expanse of Russell's neck, and he could hear an affectionate growl against his ear lobe. Russell felt like a coveted prize under his touch. The wolf was showing him off.

The manticore tried to resist his arousal, but as he watched his companions luxuriate in their loving embrace, he stroked himself softly with his eyes fixed on the slow drip of Lope's seed from Russell's rear. Lope seemed to notice his stare, and he tugged Russell's cheeks open, letting the lion get a good look at his handiwork. "You like? Can share." The cheeky wolf licked Russell's cheek as his half-hard cock rested against that sloppy hole. Fuck, he was the best. Russell couldn't have picked a better mate.

Russell wasn't against the idea, and as the wolf lifted him, carrying him to the lion's lap, he nodded in agreement. "I don't want to leave you like that. Let us help you before we try to find out way out of this godforsaken place." His dripping, puffy hole tantalized the feline's pointed tip, and he felt the soft scrape of the barbs catch on his rim. Those would either feel amazing or shred him, but he was willing to take the risk.

Protests caught in the former prisoner's throat as he saw a pearly trail of Lope's cum roll down his shaft. After a moment's fascination with the luscious clench at his tip, he nodded, his cock giving a needy throb. It seemed he couldn't resist a pre-bred hole. He pressed forward slightly into the proffered pucker, his eyes glued to the sticky sight, and Russell knew his answer.

Tapering as it was, the manticore's cock made easy progress into Russell's hole, and he bit his lip, watching his stomach swell slightly with the mammoth length. Lope took his time, lowering him onto that cock, and a glance revealed that the bold wolf had a smirk painted across his features. Sensitive pink walls gripped at the lion's cock, the soft catch of the feline's semi-soft barbs drew rolling clenches from his stretched hole, and before long, the human's cock swelled with renewed desire. Once the manticore's heavy balls kissed his ass cheeks, Lope let go of him, forcing the last inch to stretch him instantly. God, the manticore's cock would have been at home on a horse.

The perverse bulge in Russell's stomach clearly showed the feline's large cock, and he rubbed over it in fascination, swallowing hard as the tip jumped against his touch. With Lope's help, he rolled back along the lion's shaft, then softly slid back down, building up a slow rhythm. As if dozens of tiny fingers caressed his innards, the barbs rolled against his pleasurable spots, making his dick jump against the lion's flat stomach. Soft lips teased at his ear, and he became aware of the twitch of Lope's drooling cock resting on the small of his back. It seemed the wolf was enjoying this as much as he was.

A soft purr rumbled in the beastman's chest, and before long, Russell felt heat blossom deep inside of him, making his already sloppy hole slick with a new rush of seed. Green eyes stared up at him with a look that he'd recognized among most of his companions. Lust. He spoke with a soft rumble as he luxuriated in the slow exit of his barbed cock from those softly clenching depths.

"Thank you. You're much more kind than my keepers." The manticore lost himself in thought, then spoke with chagrin. "I'm terribly sorry. I seem to forget my manners. My name is Peak. Considering I've just cum inside you, I probably should have told you that earlier." He was so polite. It was almost comical.

As they exchanged information, Russell learned about Peak's past. He was born in a village on the plains several miles to the north, and when he came of age, he decided to wander, as most young males did. Stumbling upon a trap, Peak fought until the bandits overwhelmed him. Though he couldn't understand their language, he realized they would use his venom, with its paralytic and aphrodisiac properties, milked from his tail; to capture others and sell them into the slave trade. He had heard tales of similar situations when he was a cub and cursed himself for falling for their trap.

After that, the bandits suspended Peak in the room Russell found him in, only allowing him down from his suspended position for the bandit's twisted fun. While the rest of him was allowed to grow dirty and unkempt, they cleaned his rear daily so that they could violate him, again and again. His only respite from the constant abuse was when the coarse men would use his prodigious cock to break in one of their captives. That was how he came to prefer sloppy seconds, as the only pleasure he was allowed to feel was from gaped, drooling holes that the bandits had already used.

After a short break, they helped the strengthening lion to his feet. He could walk on his own now, though at a reduced pace. Still, they took breaks often to clean his healing wounds, the closing of which marked the passage of time better than the gloom could.

Peak was polite and well-spoken. Despite his apparent youth, he carried himself with dignity even in his unkempt nudity. However, a predatory glint would fill his eyes in the presence of freshly seeded holes, and he would be unable to resist filling them with his contribution. Russell took advantage of this personality quirk to pass the time, teasing the lion man and letting Lope seed his soft pink ass while Peak watched. The rough breeding he would get afterward always pushed just the right buttons, and Lope didn't mind the extra attention.

Their wanderings bore fruit, and as they rounded a corner, Peak pushed his companions back against the wall. Angry sounding voices and the soft flicker of torchlight grew closer, and the manticore pressed a finger to his lips, silently asking his companions to be quiet.

"I can't believe we lost that fuckin' pussycat. The boss'll have our heads." A dumpy-looking man with crude tattoos bemoaned his fate to his more lanky comrade as they stepped in front of the trio. Thankfully they turned their backs, and Peak could creep forward on padded paws.

"Yeah. Great hole on that pussy, though. Wonder if boss'll let us have a go at him if we can get him back." The taller ruffian rubbed his hands together and pulled out a map. "Now, lessee. We checked the storeroom. That means we need to- "

Before he could finish his sentence, Peak's tail had pierced his neck, leaving him staring ahead and shaking as the venom did its work. He crashed to the ground, soon followed by his porcine companion. Judging by the foam at the corners of their mouths and the tenting erections in their pants, Peak's venom was quite potent.

The lion stepped over their twitching bodies with disgust across his face, then leaned down to pick up the map loosely clutched in one of their hands. "Filthy." He condemned their presence with a single word, kicking at their unconscious bodies with disdain and handing the map over to Russell.

This scrap of paper was just what they needed! As the labyrinth began to move again, so did the lines on the paper until they approximated the path that opened up. A small glowing dot showed their location, and not far from them, a large room labeled "storage" stood out. With this, they could end their days of wandering. Not a moment too soon, with their supplies running low and their waterskin empty. They could survive by drinking each others' fluids, but that wouldn't last long, and Russell was unsure if Peak was quite as willing to drink piss as his more kinky companions.

They left behind the drooling delinquents and continued towards the storeroom. At least they hadn't yet alerted anyone to Peak's disappearance if their conversation was truthful. Still, they should hurry if they didn't want the rest to find them. Russell knew that Peak could fight, and he was sure that Lope would defend him, but he preferred to solve things with a far gentler touch. Sex was far more fun than bloodshed.

Russell found the cages that the bandits carried in days ago within the storeroom. Eight terrified eyes stared up at him in the flickering torchlight and shrank back against their respective bars. Fishing the key that opened Peak's manacles from his pack, he watched as hope bloomed across terrified faces, and as the key clicked triumphantly in the first lock, he heard whispers of excitement rise.

First to be freed was a large, chubby man that bowed before his savior. His fluffy, golden tail and raccoon-like features accented the exotic creature's softly jiggling body, and the massive balls that threatened to scrape the floor with every step marked him as a tanuki. Even Brigirth didn't have endowments quite that ridiculous. His smile reminded Russell of a friend's dad, and his eyes twinkled like amethysts. Russell had to resist the urge to bury his face between the man's plush, jiggling pecs.

Next, a small boy that couldn't be more than twenty years old stepped forward and threw his arms around Russell, kissing him on the cheek. Atop his head was a pair of red ears with white tips, and a fluffy trio of matching tails brushed against Russell's chin before the embrace ended. Silvery eyes stared up at him with awe, and then the boy ran off to greet the others. He couldn't be more than 5 feet tall, and as his tails waved excitedly, a soft bubble butt teased Russell's view. He would have been eaten alive on a dating app. He seemed to be most interested in Peak, and Russell could see the vulpine twink's hands stroking over the manticore's smooth tail.

The third slithered from his cage and yawned. A massive, snakelike mouth opened far more than it should be able to, then closed. A strong hand reached out to grip his and shook it as he looked over a strange mix of man and snake. His muscles bulged like none that Russell had ever seen. Nearly a bodybuilder in sheer size, with massive bulging biceps and pecs, the snake-man looked as if he could snap Russell in half if he wanted to. His patterning looked similar to an anaconda as his muscled torso faded into a long, thick tail. Maybe the muscles were meant for constricting? Still, there was no malice in that onyx gaze, so Russell was probably safe. Lazy, half-lidded eyes winked at the human's appraisal, and one of his pecs bounced.

Finally, a man with a goat's lower half and small horns on top of his tangled mop of hair stepped groggily from the last cage. Most likely a faun. Hair matched the fur on his butt, a pretty reddish-brown color, and his eyes were a striking shade of green that almost seemed to glow. He smelled a bit like alcohol, but it wasn't an unpleasant scent, reminding Russell of wine. He seemed remarkably calm despite his freedom, and the glazed look in his eyes reminded Russell of a stoner from his homeworld.

The rest of the cages were empty, though he saw several more creatures brought in before. Peak noticed his search for the rest and rested a hand on his shoulder, speaking mournfully. "The women sell faster. Exotic brothels are always looking for new stock, and many Nobles pay extra for non-humans. They're likely already out of reach."

Russell felt ill. If they had only found this room sooner, could he have saved all of them? As he looked around at the smiling faces of the dirty, bruised captives, he hardened his expression. There was no use thinking of what could have been. He had to get these people out. Once they were home and safe, he could think about his failures.

With the groggy captives in tow, they slowly made their way toward the exit, with Lope and Russell leading the way. Peak asked to head up the rear, as he felt guilty about his part in all of their capture, and Russell noticed the fox-eared boy was sticking to his side like glue. Perhaps he had a crush on the lion already? The thought brought a smile to Russell's face. They made a cute couple, and Russell hoped Peak enjoyed the attention. He deserved some happiness after all the abuse he endured.

Distracted by daydreams, Russell didn't notice the grinding sound around him. His footing fell away, and as he fell into the darkness, he could see Lope grabbing for him desperately, clawed hands catching nothing. "Mate!" The werewolf wailed, kneeling at the edge before darkness swallowed Russell's vision and his face became a pinpoint at the top of the shaft.