Sacrificed to the Reindeer Lord

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Served Au Natural

Embers, a light of foot anthro fennec fox with pale, cream fur traditional to his species, chuckled softly to himself as he made his way down the trail, a bag of fresh produce from the market in his arms. His pale-furred ears twitched back and forth as he listened to the sounds of the forest, the path that he had chosen to walk set back from the road, which was why he had chosen it. It just wasn't nice to walk around with the trundle of busy lives so very close, although he didn't have to worry about things too much. He had his own little worlds to slip into.

A rustle in the bushes. He paid it no mind, not really. There were always sounds to be had in the trees and the bushes and he wouldn't have gotten anywhere at all if he was always looking over his shoulder. It just wasn't the way of it and, there at least, Embers was sure that he was safe enough.

Until a paw grasped his collar and yanked him back, scrambling and shouting as his shopping fell, a bottle of milk smashing while his fresh goods splattered, smashed and bruised and entirely unusable. That was not the worst of it, of course, as he was dragged backwards, hauled away as if he was as light as a feather, the creature that had him in their grasp laughing and shaking their head, a thick tail brushing against him.

"Oh, little fennec... You're not worth that much to us, so do squirm. We would so love the chance to bruise you a little more."

From the snarling tone, Embers would have guessed that the one who had dragged him away was a wolf but he was surprised even then to find that they were a tall reindeer with a thick ruff of fur around their throat, fur clumped together as if he had not had a shower in some time. Despite the cool of the forest, he was lightly clothed away from the town, maybe someone who camped out in the wilds? Who was to say but Embers didn't have the time to consider that as his arms flailed, desperately ineffective at the rude interruption.

"Let go of me!" Embers snarled and snapped, twisting back and forth, paws flying, not that they were effective in the slightest. "Let go, I'm not doing anything to you! Take my money if you have to but just let me go!"

"Oh, quit your whining..."

He was hauled off and tossed into a ring of furs, all of the prey species variety, the group laughing and jostling, shoving him between them.

"You sure there's enough meat on him?"

"He doesn't look like enough."

"Did you get his coin purse?"

"Nice set on him..."

"Don't rip the clothes!"

They cared not for his comfort as Embers squealed and was passed between them, unsure of what was even going on as none of them seemed at all interested in harming him. What they did do, however, out in the freezing chill of the forest, was strip him of his clothes with an odd kind of care, holding his limbs down so that he did not rip his clothes in his frenzy to escape.

"Er... Oh, that's... No, that's not very nice. No, no, no, thank you... I'm not really all that interested in that. No... Let go... No, let go, come on, you don't want to be doing all of this to me..."

His snarls were swiftly dampened to pleading and begging, tucking his tail around himself as he whimpered and tried to turn away, naked with his ears slanted back. He tried to hide, shuddering down, groaning softly, hunkering down to the ground...but there was nowhere for him to go. Their paws were everywhere, the reindeer, the sheep, the squirrel - all of them had him in their hold, paws roaming, going between his legs, groping his nuts and squeezing his sheath.

"You won't need these all that much longer foxy-boy... This isn't what you need."

"Let us take him to the lord."

His limbs were bound, arms tight to his sides and legs lashed together, though they left his neck and his tail free, supposedly thinking that there was not much he could do about that. Ember whimpered and howled, his pleading and begging falling on terribly deaf ears, though there was little that he could do even then, wondering if he should have fought back sooner even when they all towered over him.

A stone table in the woods. It was fitting but not for him, tied down to it and squirming, everything that he had and was on show. He whimpered and whined and begged and begged them, but it did no good. They set his vegetables and other goods around him even if they did not fit the scene, Embers' breath catching in his throat, twisting and pulling, though it was all to no avail. They already had him where they wanted him, the tiny body of the fennec on obvious show.

The reindeer bowed his head, antlers tipping respectfully.

"My lord... He is there for you now. Please, accept this sacrifice from your unworthy subjects."

Embers froze. A shadow. A beast. A creature that was far larger than him, towering even over the anthros that had captured him. He swallowed hard but the looming form of a deer with a full, shaggy rack of antlers dripping with moss as if he had arisen from the forest floor itself. His fur was thick with a deeply protective coat and he grunted deep in the back of his throat, though Embers could not tell whether it was a growl of mirth or something altogether more mocking entirely.

He couldn't breathe, couldn't even wheeze, his chest too tight as the deer god lowered his massive head to him. He was so large, standing on four legs and huge, cloven hooves that his head was almost the size of Embers' body, though the fennec fox was on the smaller side.

"My subjects..." The deer god rumbled, the booming voice seeming to emanate right out from his chest. "You have prepared a wonderful feast for me. I accept your sacrifice."

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