Punishing the Thief
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Sepf had stolen many different things for various clients over the past couple years, but this had to be the first time he was sent out to steal mushrooms. He knew that alchemy ingredients could be worth quite a bit, but there weren't very many people who practiced the art that would resort to hiring a rogue to get their ingredients for them. Gold, gems, and magical items were far more common for him to be lifting for clients, or letters and ledgers. He'd even stolen more mundane things, like clothing that an ex-lover refused to return. Mushrooms just seemed... peculiar.
This particular client was a stag who called himself Thomas, though Sepf knew his real name was Gene Thomas Gray, one of the city's nobility. Sepf looked into anyone who hired him more than once, and this man had hired him four times. He was one of the less-influential nobles of the city of Tel Vastir, and as near as Sepf could tell, the stag was trying to curry favor with some of the more powerful nobles in the city with bribes and gifts.
First had been a rare bottle of wine that had auctioned for quite the sum of gold, and the runner up had been quite miffed. After it became clear that the winner had no intention of actually consuming the bottle, but keeping it in his private collection, Sepf had been hired to steal it and replace it with a fake. The real bottle, he found out later, had been given to one of the city's councilman in exchange for support on upcoming legislature.
The second job had been quite a bit easier. He stole a series of love letters that one councilman had been exchanging with another councilman's wife. They weren't even locked up anywhere, but just tucked away in the writing desk at the man's home. The lady's letters were similarly unguarded, but kept in her vanity. Easy work for easy money.
Sepf almost hadn't taken the third job, as it made him rather uncomfortable. While he wasn't above stealing, he didn't really want to do anyone any harm, and especially not animals. He'd been given a vial of poison and told to douse a horse's feedbag with it. Thomas had assured him it wouldn't do any permanent harm to the horse, and that he just wanted to make sure that it didn't win an upcoming race. The stag had wagered his own steed against the target horse and planned on gifting the horse to a woman who had fancied this particular beast. It was only when Thomas finally poured a bit of the poison into his own glass and drank it to prove it wouldn't be fatal that Sepf agreed to the job. Despite the poison, the horse nearly won, which had made Sepf quite nervous.
After that was a series of five different jobs that Sepf thought of as one. He'd had to break into five different nobleman's houses and make copies of the wax seals of that each used. Three had been rather easy, even though he was sent back to get a new mold of one, but the last two took him nearly a month to scout out and finally obtain. It paid well, though, but Sepf still couldn't figure out why the stag wanted them. Blackmail, apparently, was the name of the game, and he assumed that there would eventually be some scandal in the future that involved officially sealed letters and documents. It wasn't any of his business.
Now he was being sent off into the forest outside city limits where some crazed alchemist named Tosh lived. These mushrooms were apparently imported from way in the north and rarely ever got this far south. Thomas had a many number of things that his men kept an eye out for when going over shipping manifests, and they'd been unable to steal it when it came through, leaving the stag to look for other options. He had, of course, turned to his favorite little rogue who had accomplished so much for him already.
At this point, Thomas knew that Sepf knew who he was, but insisted he still be called Thomas for obvious reasons. Sepf expected he might have been more upset to have been found out if everything hadn't been going as well as they had been. When he asked why Thomas wanted these mushrooms, he hadn't thought he'd get an answer, and wasn't disappointed when one wasn't given. He usually figured the 'why' out later, anyway.
Thomas had told Sepf he didn't have to accept this job, but that he'd pay quite dearly if he succeeded. The old alchemist was apparently eccentric, powerful, and more than a little dangerous. Sepf didn't think he'd get killed if he was caught, but there were always things worse than death, and some of the rumors about Tosh had been disturbing. The money was what had sealed the deal for Sepf. If he could pull this off, he'd think about skipping town and settling down quietly for a few years.
For something this dangerous, he scouted the alchemist's house as much as he could. He couldn't know when the alchemist might use the mushrooms, so he'd have to act at the first opportunity. The first night he'd waited until the last of the lights had been snuffed out inside the house before sending a conjured familiar off to be his eyes. The spell wasn't perfect, and he couldn't keep it going for more than a half hour, but it had let him peer in every window without having to get too close.
Even with the full moon bright overhead, he got little information from looking through the familiar's eyes. He could confidently say that the rooms upstairs were not alchemy labs, and he was almost entirely sure that none of the ones on the ground floor were, either. The young folf had seen what he thought were stairs leading down, though it was hard to tell. That would be where he kept anything important, if he'd had a house like this, so he reasoned it would be a good place to look.
Tosh, though, did not leave the house very often. The lizard grew a few herbs at the front of his house, and occasionally would wander out to clip some, but the rest of the time he spent holed up inside. There were also two large, scary-looking hounds that followed him around on all fours, occasionally being let out to hunt or do their business.
Sepf had done well on his own, learning a few spells that helped with the jobs he took on, and was quite skilled with what he had, but he was still small. He didn't quite break five feet tall, unless you counted his ears, and no one but himself counted them. These hounds were twice his size, and could probably tear him to shreds without him putting up any fight. That meant that Sepf had to wait for a time when both the hounds and Tosh would be away.
He had quite a good view, at least. Being small made it easy to scale trees for a good vantage point, and from where he sat he could see if the lizard left the front or back of the house. What didn't help was his fur being dyed a light blue. In the city, it wasn't that uncommon, and he enjoyed the affectation, but it didn't blend in with trees or leaves. With that in mind, he'd bought a cheap green cloak, covering bits of it in mud to better blend in with the bark of the tree.
So, the folf had a view, a plan, and only had to wait for the right time to strike. He waited.
Sepf thought he might go insane after a couple days of waiting for Tosh to ever leave, but he was finally rewarded when, in the middle of the night, he heard the two hounds bound out the door, soon followed by their master. Tosh was holding an eerie, red lantern and looked dressed for travel in a hooded cloak. Sepf stayed still and watched as the man followed behind the two large dogs, walking the dirt path away from his house. The red light from the lantern didn't extend far, but made it easy to keep an eye on the lizard before he disappeared in the distance.
"It's now or never," Sepf thought, scrambling down the branches of the tree and dropping to the forest floor. He didn't waste any time running across the dirt path to the alchemist's house. His body ached from not moving much the past day or two, and he felt one of his legs cramp painfully while running.
Sepf glanced behind him out of habit before he dug his lockpicks from his bag and started on the front door. It took him an embarrassingly long time to open the front door as it was a more complex lock than what he usually found on the nicer houses in the city. When he heard the lock click open he quickly pushed the door open and slid inside.
The front door opened into a wide-open living space with bookshelves, rugs, and wooden furniture. The stairs to the upper floor were directly in front of the door, and he hurried past them, searching for what he'd thought had been the stairs going down. He hadn't gotten a good look at the layout, and only after orienting on where the kitchen and living area were did he realize what he'd seen. Behind the stairs was a door he'd taken for a closet, but when he pulled it open, he found what he was looking for; he'd just seen it propped open before.
Sepf hurried down the stairs into the cellar, casting a light from his open palm to hover in the middle of the room. The energy for that made his head spin as it always did, and he knew he only had enough in him for one more spell like that, but he needed as much light as he could to find what he was looking for.
The cellar was definitely the alchemist's lab, and Sepf saw all sorts of strange equipment that he wasn't familiar with, along with a myriad of bottles, jugs, herbs, books, and boxes. It looked well organized, and everything had a label saying what things were, but Sepf wasn't familiar with whatever language it had been written in. He had a detailed drawing from a book he'd found in the city that showed him what the mushrooms looked like, though, so it was just a matter of finding where they'd been stored, and quickly.
"There's got to be a system to all this," Sepf muttered, opening drawers at random and pawing through the contents of each. There was too much to sort through quickly, and anyone this meticulous would notice that someone had been searching through their stuff.
He finished with the last of the drawers and turned his attention to some of the boxes stacked along the wall. They looked like items that had been purchased and yet to be sorted. The blue folf had just opened the first box when the large wooden door at the top of the staircase swung shut would a loud bang.
Sepf's blood ran cold and he stood still, waiting to see if he heard anything, but there was no other noise. He ran up the stairs and tried the handle, pushing and shoving against it to no avail. If he'd been stronger, perhaps he could have broken it open, but the door weighed more than he did, and nothing he did even budged it. He called the ball of light to him and knelt down, running his fingers over the knob and the metal plate, but there was no keyhole. Nothing to pick open.
The folf ran back down the stairs, light trailing behind him, and looked for a way out. There was a window in one corner of the room, but it was small, and he had real doubts about his ability to climb through it. He ran back to the top of the stairs and fell to the floor, trying to peer under it and into the room beyond. It was dark, and he couldn't make out much detail, but things looked quiet. That meant that he was still alone and had time to escape.
Sepf took a deep breath and summoned a familiar on the stone next to him. He kept it in the shape of a small spider and then guided it under the door to look around. So far, so good. His head felt woozy as he directed the familiar up along the door to where the knob was. With another effort of will the spider became a snake and was hanging on the knob.
"Couldn't have been a handle, no, no, that would have been too easy," Sepf growled, trying to maintain his focus while directing the familiar to try and turn the doorknob.
The familiar could only follow basic mental commands, and it wasn't suited to trying to do something as delicate as stay in one place, or shift its weight in a certain direction to try and turn something like a metal knob. The worst part was that Sepf didn't even know if it would help. If the door was locked by some magical means, which seemed extremely likely, then turning the handle might not even get the door opened.
He had managed to turn the knob almost halfway when he heard the front door to the house open. Footsteps echoed in the quiet of the house, and Sepf could see light under the door. He focused his gaze through the snake in time to see the imposing lizard extend his hand. A jet of flame destroyed the familiar, ending Sepf's link with it.
The folf flew back down the stairs and hurriedly jumped up on the table with all the alchemy equipment. He opened the small window and managed to stick his head through as he heard the cellar door open.
"Come on, come on," he whispered to himself, one arm sticking up out of the window as he tried to pull himself up. It was a very tight fit, and he seriously doubted that he'd be able to fit his shoulders through the narrow space, but he had to try.
Sepf managed to worm a second arm up into the window and thought that he might have a chance when a large hound was suddenly in his face. It barked so loud that it hurt the folf's ears and he screamed in alarm, scrambling backwards, trying to get away from those large jaws and sharp teeth.
A paw gripped one of his feet paws and pulled hard, nearly dislocating his ankle as he was pulled back through the window and then thrown across the floor. Sepf managed to get his arms in front of his head as he hit the cellar floor and rolled a few three feet.
"So, you think you can waltz into my home and steal from me?" Tosh said, towering above the blue canine and staring at him with cold, reptilian eyes.
Sepf opened his eyes, trying not to cringe up at the angry lizard. He tried to think of something he could possibly say, but nothing was likely to help him. "I... can promise not to ever again?"
Tosh glared down at him, unmoving. "Oh, I can guarantee that quite easily," the lizard said. The sound of claws on stone came from the stairway and then both hounds were at the folf's side, teeth bared.
Any larger and Sepf could have ridden these hounds into battle. If he stood up their shoulders would reach his ribs. He didn't know what kind of hound they were, either. They looked like some sort of wolf, but with shorter hair and more muscle in their forelegs. Their eyes were as red as garnets and their low growl sounded like stone grinding on stone.
Sepf looked between each of the large hounds and swallowed, tail curling up around his waist. "What are you going to do to me?"
The lizard turned his back on Sepf and walked to one of the shelves that Sepf had searched through earlier. "I'm going to do what I do to everyone who tries to steal from me," he said simply, fishing out a small pink vial.
The stories Sepf had heard came to mind and he squirmed, wanting to bolt up the stairs and escape, but he knew that the dogs would rip him to pieces if he tried. "What do you want? I-I'll do anything."
Tosh pocketed the vial and then went to another cabinet, picking up a large flask of black liquid. "What I want is to be left alone. That is why I am out here." The lizard uncorked the flask and stepped closer to Sepf, turning the bottle upside down and pouring the contents out onto the folf.
Sepf yelped in surprise as the contents of the flask poured over him. He heard a sizzling noise and thought that it was starting to burn at his flesh, but he glanced down to see the acid eating away at his clothes. The smell was putrid, like burning wool, and the liquid chewed through it like it was nothing. He felt his backpack shift and then the contents started spilling out on the floor. Lockpicks fell from his hip pouch along with what coinage he had. In less than a minute the majority of the clothes and equipment he'd been wearing had deteriorated and falling to the floor around him, leaving him naked in the middle of the cellar.
"What... what are you going to do to me?" the folf asked, pulling his tail in front of himself to keep his groin covered.
"I told you. I'm going to do to you what I do to everyone else that tries to steal from me. I'm going to let you go," Tosh said coldly, pulling the little pink vial from his pocket. "I suggest you drink this."
The gears in Sepf's mind turned as he tried to process what the lizard had said. He couldn't fathom why the lizard was so feared if he just let people go like this. That vial worried him, though. "What is it?"
"I promise you I can force you to do so, but that would just upset me more than I already am," the lizard said, holding the vial down towards Sepf. When the folf took the vial and drank it, he continued. "That little potion is a pretty simple compulsion. You will clearly and vividly remember the next two hours. If anyone asks you what happened when you tried to steal from me, you'll have no choice but to answer them. Helps to discourage others if they hear the things that are done to people who dare intrude my home."
The pink liquid had tasted like nothing, and all Sepf felt was a chilling tingle down his spine when he swallowed it. "But you're... just going to let me go?"
Tosh narrowed his eyes and put a scaled paw on the top of either of the hound's heads, petting affectionately. "Of course. I'm not a monster," the lizard said, though his lips curled up in a wicked grin. "However, you have ten minutes."
Sepf blinked up at the lizard in confusion. "Ten minutes?" The walk out here had taken him nearly an hour since there wasn't a road for most of the trip. It was only two miles, but he couldn't make it that far in ten minutes.
"That's how long you have until I let these two after you," Tosh said, gesturing to his hounds. "Ah, but here, I forgot." The lizard walked over to one of the cabinets and fished out a small bottle.
Sepf could only watch in dismay as yet another random bit of liquid was poured onto him. It hit his chest and smelled... quite odd. He had never smelled anything like it before, and it made his head swim. He couldn't call it pleasant, but it wasn't quite as foul as the acid that ate through his clothes had been. The hounds, though, seemed to take great interest in that smell and their growls stopped as they sniffed at the air, ears and tail alert.
Tosh put the rest of the bottle away and shut the cabinet. "You're down to nine minutes, by the way. I suggest you hurry."
Sepf's heart raced, and he looked between the dogs and the lizard. He scrambled to his feet, glancing once at his belongings that lay scattered on the floor, and then bolted for the door, taking the steps two at a time. He'd half expected for the hounds to be on him in an instant, ripping and tearing at his flesh, but they stood in place obediently, watching him run.
Sepf hit the front door at a run, yanking it open and not bothering to close it as he sprinted down the path leading away from the house. It was dark, and the moon only provided so much light through the trees, but he had to run as fast as possible if he didn't want to end up mauled to death by those vicious looking beasts.
When the last of the worn path disappeared into the forest, Sepf had to pick his path carefully, not wanting to break a leg in his escape. There was no way he'd make it back to the city in nine minutes. "What kind of fucked up game is this?" he thought, sprinting along through the trees.
Only two minutes had passed before an eerie howl sent shivers down his spine. It sounded like a wolf crying to the moon, and it was answered by a second voice only a second later. Sepf looked around at the trees as he ran, looking for one he might be able to climb into. If he couldn't out run them, he'd at least have to try and get to safety.
The howls continued echoing through the night are and Sepf ran on, trying to put as much distance as he could between him and the sadistic alchemist. His legs burned from running all out and he was certain that he would pass out if he didn't take big enough breaths at this point, but all that seemed far less of a problem than what was going to be coming after him in five to six more minutes.
Sepf spotted a tree off to the side that looked possible for him to scale and he turned towards it, tripping over a thick root and rolling in the dirt before finding his feet again. Without any of his gear, it was going to be tough, but he felt that his mindset would make up the difference.
"Climb or get eaten. The choice is obvious," he mused, throwing himself at the trunk of the tree and digging his claws into the wood. The bark scraped against his skin as he tried pulling himself up the side of the tree, and his paws ached. Having claws did not give him as much of a grip as he had hoped and it hurt. He fell off the trunk twice before finally getting high enough to grab onto one of the lower branches. He wasn't the strongest, but he had very little weight to pull up and he managed to scramble onto the branch.
He paused to catch his breath, brushing some leaves and dirt from his short, black hair when those howls came again. "Break's over," he thought and started pulling himself up a few more branches, trying to get out of sight, though he didn't know how much that would help.
Once he'd climbed a good twenty feet off the ground he relaxed against the trunk and sucked in lungfuls of air. Everything hurt. He had scrapes all over his arms, legs, chest, and stomach from pulling himself against the bark of the tree. The pads of his feet paws were sore from running and hitting sticks along the way. He wasn't even certain how far he'd made it before having to scale a tree. A mile? That'd be only halfway back to town. He couldn't continue now if he tried, though.
The evil-sounding howls tore through the night air again, but closer this time, and Sepf's heart stopped. His time must be up. He hugged himself close and stared off into the night sky, looking at the stars and moon. "Please don't let them find me."
The howls sounded again, and Sepf could hear the underbrush rustling as something moved quickly through it. He glanced down between the branches of the trees and saw a black shape blur past the tree, then another. A momentary surge of hope passed through him, but it was quashed when those shapes ran past again.
Sepf watched in horror as the hounds paused at the base of the tree, sniffing around at the ground and the trunk before looking up into the tree. "It's fine. They can't climb trees. Dogs cannot climb trees," Sepf told himself, trying not to panic.
One of the big, black hounds took two steps backwards and then threw himself at the tree, claws digging audibly into the wood and sending splinters falling to the ground.
That's when Sepf finally registered what made the beasts look so unlike any others he'd seen. Their front legs were articulated more like a bear or jaguar than a wolf, able to move laterally for slashing or climbing. Hell hounds. Native to some of the volcanic islands to the south. He'd read about them, but never actually seen one before. Despite the name, they weren't evil beasts, but just a rather terrifying canine that people loved to write stories about, or keep as guard dogs. And now one was climbing the tree towards him. The beast snarled as it pulled its weight up along the trunk, claws digging into the bark with ease.
Sepf whimpered and hugged himself close, shaking his head. "This can't be happening. I don't want to die here," he thought, trying to come up with some sort of plan. The beast was fast approaching, still sniffing at the air as it climbed; it didn't appear to have actually seen him yet.
Sepf carefully edged around the tree until he was on the opposite side of the trunk than the hell hound. He knew the second beast was down there somewhere, but he'd have to risk jumping down and taking off on foot. They'd be faster than him, but he had one more spell he could cast that might help him, if it didn't make him faint from the effort of casting it.
The folf took a deep breath and then jumped from the branch he was standing on, falling to one below and springing off of it to another lower one. He managed to drop to lowest one with his paws before falling to the forest floor. It was still a good ten foot drop, and his legs hurt like hell as he collapsed properly and rolled away. The second he hit the floor he flared a spell to life inside him and felt his body lighten.
There was a furious roar on the other side of the tree, and Sepf turned to see a large shape bounding towards him. The second hell hound hit the ground on all fours with ease as if the drop had been only inches. Sepf did the one thing you should never do when confronted with a predator; he turned his back and ran.
He heard the furious howls of the hunt as they took after him, but the spell Sepf had cast made his feet paws eat up ground more swiftly than even those canines could. The speed was reckless, and he almost ran smack into a tree while sprinting at top speed through the dark forest. He felt bushes leave cuts on his arms or side as he flew past, but he thought that he might have a chance if he could keep going.
Sepf heard the hounds behind him as he ran, making up lost ground as they chased their prey. He thought this spell would give him the edge, but he had clearly overestimated just how fast it made him, and how fast these dogs could run.
Ahead Sepf could see the lights along the city wall as he neared. He only had half a mile to go. Less if he just made it to the main road where he might get help. A sharp nip at his heels broke his concentration, though, and he tripped over his own paws, hitting the ground hard and rolling along the forest floor, banging against tree roots and bushes.
The folf lay in painful, bruised and beat heap at the bottom of a large tree, his head swimming from the pain, blood pounding in his ears from sprinting all out like that. Seconds later two low, threatening growls on either side of him made him curl into a ball. "This is it," he thought, tears running down his cheeks in fear.
A large forepaw came down on his hip and pulled, dragging the folf from the tree as easily as if the folf weighed nothing. The claws dug into his skin and he yelped in fear more than pain. Then another paw pressed down on the back of his neck, holding him in place. A muzzle pressed in against his head, snuffling loudly. Sepf could feel the hot breath washing over his hears and face and he stayed perfectly still. He hadn't been killed yet; did Tosh just want to scare him near to death?
Then the other hound's muzzle pressed at his side, forcing him to roll over so it could get better access to his chest. Sepf shivered as that nose dragged through his short, blue pelt, finding the scents from earlier, and that's when Sepf had a horrible realization.
"No. No, no, no," he thought, feeling another muzzle press against his stomach and chest.
The first hound barked loudly and snapped his jaws at the second. There was the gnashing of teeth and paws lashed out at each other, each one fighting for dominance above the small, terrified folf.
Sepf was momentarily forgotten as the two snapped at each other and tried to exert control over the other. If that gnashing of teeth and claws had been directed at him, Sepf likely would have passed out from fear if he didn't just get killed outright. With their attention momentarily elsewhere, Sepf turned to his stomach and began crawling away, hoping that he still had a chance.
The dogs fought for only a second more before one let out a yip of submission. Sepf had only made it ten feet before he felt jaws clamp down on his flank. Images of large beast disemboweling him came to mind as he felt teeth break the skin, but it hurt less than some of his existing wounds, and the dog didn't start tearing into him. Instead, he felt a large, wet nose press up under his tail, hot breath washing over his exposed skin.
That only confirmed to Sepf what it was that the alchemist had poured on him. Something that would keep the dogs more interested in playing with him than eating him; probably the smell of a bitch in heat. The folf squirmed and tried to edge away from that searching nose, but a low growl froze him in place. The other hound appeared in front of him, pacing back and forth.
The canopy was thicker here, and the moonlight only provided enough light for Sepf to see the vague outline of the dog in the dark shadows of the trees. He dug his fingers into the ground, kneeling on all fours between two very large hell hounds. Two very large, very aroused hell hounds.
A thick, wet tongue slid up between his blue-furred cheeks and it made the folf shiver. Any other time, he might have enjoyed the treatment, but in the middle of the dark forest, bruised, bleeding, and hurting all over with two hounds that could rend flesh from bone without any effort? Not as much.
That tongue dove out against his hole twice more, soaking him with the dog's stringy saliva. Sepf felt that tongue actually press into him, and he gasped in unwanted pleasure from the feeling. That seemed to be the end, though, because that tongue pulled back before a heavy weight landed on his back. Sepf hadn't been ready for it, and when the dog's chest landed on him, he collapsed to the forest floor in a heap. He could feel those powerful haunches trying to hump against him, but flat on the forest floor the dog was too far away.
The hound snarled and stepped back, barking at the small folf. Sepf just lay there, terrified, until he felt the second hound's nose painfully into his ribs. He tried to roll away but the first one nosed at his other side. Sepf got the picture and carefully got back on his paws and knees.
The winner of the dominance battle earlier circled back to the folf's tail and gave him the base of it a quick nip. Sepf yelped and understood: Stay still.
Sepf felt the dog's weight suddenly land on his back and it took all his effort to keep his elbows locked so he didn't immediately collapse again. Strong, black-furred hips covered his own as the hell hound pressed in close, jabbing his hips forward with intent. Something hard and wet dragged along the cleft of the folf's ass and he tensed his entire body, knowing what was to come. He wasn't that experienced in these matters, and only realized too late that tensing up was the last thing he wanted to do.
The hell hound's hips hunched forward, and that searching tip found its purchase, spearing into him. Sepf's arms nearly gave out, but one of the big forelegs around his hips was now holding most of the dog's weight, the other still curled against the folf and holding him close. Sepf thought that the pain would black out his senses. He couldn't tell how big the dog was, but it felt bigger than anything he'd seen, though he couldn't be sure if it was the fear and pain from the night making everything worse.
The beast had nothing close to a regard for the small rogue's feelings. He just humped away, snarling into those blue ears as one of his forepaws held the folf's hips up. It had no concern with whether or not its partner was enjoying themselves, or if it was in pain. It didn't give Sepf any time to adjust. It just humped away, dragging its slick length along that abused passage.
Sepf's mind was going numb and he couldn't even process what was happening. Everything hurt. The hound's massive cock was stretching him wider than he'd likely ever experience again. The beast's balls hung heavy and low, and they smacked against his smaller pair that were drawn up tight between his legs. He tried to focus his mind on something else. Anything to keep it off the fact that he was being raped by the larger hounds.
A wet, slimy tongue lapped against his face and Sepf jerked his head to one side. The second hell hound was licking at his face, occasionally catching his lips and running along his teeth. It helped distract him from the other dog, but only because he was trying to keep his face from being licked and slobbered over.
Then he felt the second beast pressing close to his head before it clambered atop his back as well, hips blocking everything from view. There was barely enough space atop his back for the two hell hounds to cling two, but both of them kept one of their forepaws on the ground for stability while the other held the fox's body up. He was short it enough compared to the beasts that keeping him in place wasn't hard.
The hell hound covering his head was jabbing away at his face, and Sepf felt something hard jab him in the cheek, leaving a slimy, musky trail of pre against his fur. He tried to pull his head away, but that just got him jabbed in the corner of one eye, making him yelp. He lifted his muzzle up and out of the way, not wanting to have to ever explain how he'd gotten blinded by a huge dog's dick; the rest of the story would be embarrassing enough if he managed to survive it.
With his chin lifted, the dog's tip caught him between the lips and pressed inside. Sepf gagged as the thick canine length humped forward and poked him in the back of the throat. The taste was thick and coppery, but he'd been with people who'd tasted less pleasant than the beast did. "Have to have some bright side to this," he thought darkly as the second hound began humping away in earnest.
The first hound's thrusts were slowing down as its knot began to swell. Sepf had hoped that the beast's knot would inflate and be stuck outside, but as he felt it stretching his insides, he was glad that he wouldn't have to bear it forcing its way inside while engorged. He could feel streams of pre running down the inside of his thighs, and that knot inside him began tugging back and forth, moving his hips with zero effort. He was locked to the giant beast and that knot was going to ensure that he was filled to the brim.
Sepf whimpered around the cock in his slim muzzle, barely able to breathe as it dragged back and forth along his tongue and plugged his throat. The dog's watery pre was drooling from his muzzle and even his nose as he coughed and sputtered. The thick knot was expanding right in front of his lips, and though the small rogue couldn't see it, he could feel it punching him in the chin and nose as the dog tried to tie with his muzzle. It was far too large to fit, thankfully, but that just meant that he had to endure the discomfort of it bashing against the front of his tiny muzzle over and over.
Behind him, the large beast had stopped thrusting, and was now just hunched over the blue-furred hips, cock throbbing deep inside the defeated folf. Sepf's legs gave out and his hips sagged, but the fat bulb locking him to the hell hound kept him from collapsing completely. His arms were barely keeping him upright, but his elbows were sore from being locked in place to keep himself steady.
Sepf felt the dog on his head jerk a few times, grinding his knot against his nose. The slick flesh pulsed against the folf's tongue and he gurgled as he felt more of that watery seed start spraying directly into his throat. He coughed and gagged, some of the hound's cum leaking from his nose as he tried to keep breathing. It was difficult with the thick spike of flesh all but plugging his throat, and Sepf felt his mind black out for a couple seconds before he could draw in a shaky breath around the hound's meat.
The first hound suddenly dismounted, lifting a leg up and over Sepf's hips until they were locked end to end. It took a few steps away, knot tugging Sepf along for the ride and the small folf could only collapse to the forest floor, face dragging in the dirt. The second hound, upset with the loss of sensation, waddled after the pair, hips jabbing at the air, trying to find something to bury it's thick length into. Sepf could only lay there, exhausted and aching, feeling warm dog seed splashing down against his face and muzzle. More drained from his open maw and around his nose. It was all he was going to taste for weeks, he was certain.
The large knot keeping him tied to the first hound shifted around as the beast flopped on its side behind Sepf. It tugged at his insides and made his senses scream in agony, but he'd survived it.
He wasn't sure how long he lay there, locked to one hell hound while the other lay on its side and cleaned itself in front of his face. His breathing had returned to normal, so it had been long enough for him to relax. Now he was starting to feel the accumulated wounds he'd taken in his flight. He was certain one of his feet paws had stepped on something sharp, and the bite at his hip stung. Nothing felt broken or too badly wounded, though he was sure to have some scars from the night other than the mental ones.
Another few minutes passed before Sepf let out a pained yelp as the dog stood up. The knot inside him lifted the folf's hips before it popped free with a wet slop. Sepf collapsed back on the ground as both hounds took off, and it was then that the beaten rogue could hear someone walking his way.
"You made it far closer to the city than I had thought you would," Tosh said, chuckling as he pet the hound's heads. "I'll have to rethink how much of a head start I give the next interloper, I suppose."
Sepf whimpered and tried to curl into a ball, worried what else the alchemist might do to him. "Please..."
"I already told you what I intended to do to you. Like I said, I had no plans to maim or kill you. I'm not a monster," he assured the folf.
Sepf wasn't entirely certain that was true, but he wasn't about to argue now. He felt his body suddenly lift off the ground, the tingle of magic in the air making his fur stand on in. "Wh-what are you doing?"
The lizard laughed and walked along through the trees, heading towards the city, towing the folf through the air along with him. "It wouldn't be much of a lesson if no one else found you. Can't have you eaten by some wild animal out here. Remember, you've got to tell everyone that asks what happened to you," Tosh said.
Sepf just closed his eyes and hung limply in the air as he was carried off towards the city. Ten minutes later he felt himself being dropped onto the hard stones of the road leading into the city. It hurt, but compared to what else he'd been through that night, it was almost trivial.
"Don't worry. If you can't make it to the city, I'm sure someone will be along before the sun is up," Tosh said. He put one scaled foot on the folf's side and rolled him onto his back. "Look at me."
The folf was tempted to keep his eyes closed, just to try and regain some semblance of control over how the night was going, but he opened his eyes reluctantly. Drying hound cum on his face nearly kept one of them glued shut, but he could still see.
Tosh was standing over him, looking menacing in the light of the full moon. "Do not try to steal from me again. Do not come out to my house for any reason. You are young, so I was lenient with you. Do not think that I will show such mercy to you next time. Do you understand?"
Sepf wanted to ask if Tosh really understood what words like "lenient" and "mercy" meant but held his tongue. He just nodded and croaked out, "I understand."
"Good boy," Tosh sneered, dropping a canvas bag by the rogue's head before turning to walk away.
Sepf heard the clatter of random items and a few coins inside, and could only guess that it was the stuff he'd left on the cellar floor. He heard the lizard retreating with his hounds, but couldn't lift his head to check. He was just too exhausted. Covered in semen, blood, saliva, and dirt, but thankful to still be breathing, he went limp on the paved road and passed out.
Sepf awoke when he felt a strong paw connect with his cheek, trying to beat the last dregs of life from his body. When he jerked his head away and opened his eyes, he saw a middle-aged lion looking down at him in concern, paw next to his face. "Boy, you alive?"
The folf brought a shaky paw up to his muzzle, certain to find it in pieces after the beating he'd just gotten from the lion, but realized he'd probably only been lightly smacked to wake up. He opened his muzzle to say something, but started coughing weakly. He just nodded instead.
The lion frowned and retreated a few paces before returning with a waterskin. "Here, drink this."
Sepf took a long drink before coughing up some of the water and groaning in pain. "Thanks," he managed to get out before going limp on the street again.
"Here. Let me help you up. You look like you were mauled by wolves or something," he grumbled, picking the folf up from the street along with the sack.
Sepf watched through half-lidded eyes as the lion put him in the back of his cart on some hay. There were boxes that clinked with glassware in the cart, and what looked to be several woven baskets that smelled like onions.
"I'll give you a ride to town, then you'll have to find your own way. I'm not usually one for helping out the strays, but you look pretty bad," the lion said as he sat in the cart and got the horses back into motion.
"Thanks," Sepf said again, closing his eyes. The sun was peaking over the horizon, so he'd been out for a few hours at least. "I'll manage when I'm in town."
The lion grunted in acknowledgement. "That's good to hear. What happened to you, if you don't mind me asking?"
Scenes from last night played vividly through the folf's head, and he could feel every cut, scrape, and bite on him suddenly flare to life. He squeezed his jaw shut, thinking back to that pink vial that Tosh had made him drink. It was no use. Despite his sore throat, his muzzle parted and he began recalling the events of last night, not leaving out a single detail.