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Third Earth Book One

Parts 11-15

Reaching across the table of a dimly lit inn, two tipsy female skunks snatched at the thick slabs of roasted meat laid out upon a large dish of rich gravy, the meaty juices running down the fur of their chins, as they greedily gulped down chunks the cooked flesh torn free by their sharp fangs all most as though each bite might well have been their last. Between mouthfuls they would gulp down tankards of the inn's cheapest beverage, an ale most likely brewed form the fourth run of hops but ideal for drinking freely like water and helping to force down sizable under chewed mouthfuls of meat.

“I reckon that human sired a good litter of kits, shame we couldn't keep him sister"

The first female laughed slamming her tankard down upon the table before licking the pads of her palms and finger tips clean, the second just chuckled dipping her claw like nail into the gravy and stirred a little before raising it to her thick black lips and sucking it clean.

“We needed the money more my sister, besides too much hassle and up keep in keeping a male around anyway, we're better off as a duo"

The second female finally replied, she was tenderly rubbing her stomach as though convinced that she would soon show signs of her belly beginning swelling with her offspring, an idiotic grin spread itself from one side of her muzzle to the other. She continued to allow her paw like hand to linger her amongst the soft white fur of her front, leaning back into her chair she allowed herself the thought of raising a generation of kits, kits that would someday look after her when she became old and frail, kits that she would carrying on the family tradition. Still, despite all her day dreaming she was lucid enough to know that she and her sister would need to lay low. Or at least once this celebratory feast, in honour to their recent windful of gold was over. Only minutes into contemplating her future, she felt the fur on the back of her neck go up on end as the scent of a lion made its presence known, a second later the inn door opened as a large heavily armoured warrior padded his way in from the chilled night air. The sound of rattling; clanking metal plate slapping against the other was quite distinct, to the point where she did not need to turn in her seat to know who or rather what had entered the tavern. Throwing her sister a glare, to stop her from staring at the lion directly, she focused on the contents of her tankard. Something most of the of the other patrons within the premises swiftly took to doing, even the resident tavern bards had stopped playing. A few awkward minuets of silence passed until an order for mead was made after which the bards continued playing as other patrons began going back to their conversation though the atmosphere remained both restrained and tense.

“Why is he here?"

The first asked only to be silenced by a facial motion signalling her to be quiet, she and her sister needed to play things smart, they had smelt lioness on that human they had pounced upon a few nights back, as such they had both avoided anything to do with the pride as much as they feasibly could. Both skunks were fully aware it would be inevitable that they would eventually bump into some of those thrice accursed, mangy golden furred curs, they just needed to play it calm and avoid drawing any attention to themselves. Listening into the large feline, the two sisters tried to gauge what they could from their conversation. The second sisters' eyes widened then narrowed at what she heard, making her blood run cold.

“What ails you this nigh, my lord?"

The vulpine bartender asked, the fox watched the lion's expression as he continued cleaning the inside of a wooden tankard with a relatively clean rag, from what fox could tell from both perfume and fine silken sash not to mention the ornate nature of both the hilt and sheath of the sword, this lion was from one of the more wealthier houses of the pride, possibly even a lower ranking noble.

“One doth seek a missing human, in truth a carpenter with the name of James O'dale, though thine hunt for this wayward carpenter has proven…fruitless."

The young warrior rumbled, tossing back his head he chucked the contents of his tankard down his gullet in one go before slamming it back down on the counter, looking down at his empty drinking vessel he let out a guttural grunt of displeasure at consuming it so quickly.

“I sense an interesting tale, please go on with it?"

The second sister mused, she had walked over slowly so as not to arouse undue suspicion before sliding a couple of copper pieces across to the bar tender. The fox putting the tankard he had been cleaning to one side and refiling the lions' empty vessels much to the large male's delight.

“Then one doth bid thee to draw closer, one shalt regale thou with what one knows"

He boomed, a large paw clamping its digits across the female skunk's slender waist as she stepped in closer to him. She listened as her spoke of the human that she and her sister had sold off to black market acquaintance of theirs, how this human was under the protection of the pride. Every time the tankard became empty a few more coppers would be slide over to the barkeep to refill it, this repeated itself until the lions words became slurred.

“My lord, I fear the grand effort of your undertaking, have caused much fatigue, dare that I and my sister might tend to your tired body this night?"

The second sister whispers into the tipsy big cats ear, her paw like hand running across his cod piece. She watched his ear perk up accompanied by a lecherous smile as his large gauntleted paw took a hole of her rear end. Her sister approached swiftly towards them, only to be drawn in close by the big cat, a loud rumble of laughter left his muzzle as the second sister laid a couple of silver coins on the counter. The fox gave a curt nod pocketing the coins, his silence had been brought along with a room for the night.

“Verily one shalt show thee, just how a true, male breeds"

The lion announced, his handlike paws unable to keep away the two females as the three of them headed towards the stair case, both female skunks looked to each other with a firm nod, their fingers caressing the hilts of their daggers as they helped him upstairs. It did not take them long to find the door to their room nor to guide the drunken male inside, laying him down upon the bed the sisters begun undressing each other Infront of him, teasingly as he watched on with baited breath. Taking a few deep breaths, he could not believe his luck at enjoying his first time with not one female but two at the same time. Truly his ancestors where smiling upon him, if the lioness he had been wooing would not put out for him despite all the years of attention, then he would seek his pleasure elsewhere. Already he could smell the lustful juices flowing from the two females as they disrobed so beautifully Infront of him, he could feel his cod piece becoming somewhat confining now as both sisters began easing onto the bed, his breathing grew heavier as both skunks sultrily crawling on their hands and knees towards him with seemingly only one thing on their minds.

“It's your turn my lord"

The first sister cooed, leaning back against the bed he allowed the siblings to unfasten his bulky chest plate, letting it drop heavily onto the floor, they smiled mischievously as both of them began undoing and removing his gambeson leaving only the armoured codpiece though this gave little to no resistance to their eager paws. His thick barbed member was released swiftly released from its confines as the two skunks all but drooled at the girthy sight presented before them.

“Looks like it's pleased to see us sister"

The second sister giggled as the first sisters' fingers curled around the girth, it might not have been the longest either of them had opportunity to enjoy, but she was positive it would be more than capable enough to satisfy their carnal needs. The second sister watched as her sister carefully engulfed his tip, seconds later the first sister was bobbing her head back and forth leaving the second to work on removing the males' heavy boots. Slipping her thighs either side of the strong muscular legs she began pushing her feet against the floor as little by little the boot began to give way until at last it came flying off, looking back she felt a twinge in her loins as she looked at the sheer bliss playing across the warriors' face, she needed to hurry before it was all over without her. With more urgency she struggled and tugged at the other boot which stubbornly refused to come off, with one last ditched effort it went skidding off across the floorboards leaving her to finally get in on some of the fun too. With a grunt the lion tossed his head back fully against pillow while hist less than endowed blond mane bristled with utter delight, this was how he felt he should be treated with respect and devotion by females not sneered slapped across the muzzle for attempting to woo them. Still, if the lionesses would not give him what he desired and so rightly deserved, then he would seek it in the beds of those who understood his worth, indeed he doubted any pampered maiden from the pride even knew how to use their muzzles in such a glorious manner and why not he was a member of the Pride, true one of the lesser family branch lines but still a member of nobility. It was at that point during his train of thought that his ability to think straight blurred into obscurity, as a second slender muzzle went to work, suckling and teasingly tugging at his large seed-bearing orbs. Grasping at the sides of the bed he let out an almost cub like whimper as he surrendered himself to the skunks' ministrations.

“Mnnnnnnnnn….yessss, verily thou's muzzle truly pleasures thine soul!"

He groaned throwing what he considered to be a grand compliment to the siblings, his eyes opened as he felt the muzzle that had been nursing his sizable testicle abandon its post giving him a sense of annoyance until he felt the second sister draw up close to his head.

“So, thou would seeketh fully the experience; of the prides tongue? Then come hither unto thine face and let us begin"

The lion chuckled with more than an air of over inflated ego about his tone, the female moaned loudly as she was drawn astride the warriors' head, his long rasping tongue stroking against her lower lips before slipping up inside of her slowly through her. It sent her mind spinning the barbs along his tongue stroked against her velvety inner walls, in moments her fingers clutched at the male's mane panting heavily from the rough thickness of the oral muscle inside of her.

“GHNNNNNNNNN!"

She snarled through clenched teeth; she was unable to hold off the intense pressure deep within her, arching her back she cried out as her climax engulfed her much to his delight. Reaching down her pulled the first sister off of his twitching lion-hood, moments before his other large paw grasped the second sister's waist and slammed her down onto the bed though she was still to far engulfed by sexual high to notice her world turning upside down let alone how her body bounced upon the blankets as he was upon her with a wide lustful grin.

“ENOUGH, Tis Time!"

The mountain of feline muscle announced as he rolled her easily on to her front before slipping his hand under her pelvis to bring her rear up into the desired mating position, her afterglow was swiftly shattered when the lion unceremoniously slammed his inhuman tip up to then though her tight opening. Forcing every last inch of his organ inside of her in one sudden violent penetration. The skunks' eyes widened, bulging as if they might pop out of there sockets at any moment, her nails gripping at the sheets as they tore through the woven fabric. She could feel the exquisite agony of his barbs dragging back along her inner walls over and over again in rapid succession, the sound of his pelvis slapping up against her haunches filled the air as he wasted no time in taking his pleasure of her body, the first sister shivered feeling grateful it had not been her on her hands and knees, the look in her siblings' face as she bit into her own hand to keep from screaming out, the sight of this held the her in a complete state of shock as she watched her sister bred like some wild beast before her very eyes.

“UHNNNN *GRUNTS* TAKE IT SLUT COME..UHNNN...ON TEL ONE THAT THOU IS

MY HARLOT, TELLETH ONE THAT THOU LIKES IT DEEP INSIDE OF THOU!"

The Lion roared grasping the back of the second sisters head and jerking it back so he could look down at her expression, the sight sent him over the edge as he bucked viciously against her once, twice then a third time before stiffening as his doomed seed erupted into a female it had no chance of inseminating. Crouched over her stock still as his testicles twitched with every burst of his essence into her body, the lion just grinned a stupid satisfied grin before eventually pulling out forcing a cry to escape the second sisters' muzzle. She wanted to scold him, demand some recompense for how he had treated her but no words could leave her thick black, all she could do was stay there with her rear end held up in the air as her passage way ached profusely. She growled to herself as she felt the sheets move beneath her as he fell backwards onto his back with a satisfied sigh, a sense of anger started to build with in her. the first sister reaching over across the bed to her distressed sister, softly running a concerned paw across her sister's furry cheek, while the male could be heard snoring thunderously as he slept soundly after having enjoyed himself thoroughly. Getting to her feet the first sister walked alongside the bed, climbed up upon it so she was crouched astride his face and lifted her long black white striped tail before straining slightly. A split second later she sprayed him full on the face with the pungent vile fluids' renown by her kind as their ultimate means of defence.

“AROGENT BASTARD!"

She growled as some of the foul liquid entered his open muzzle, the males' eyes snapped open as some entered his nose as he snorted mid snore. Swinging one arm towards the first sister it passed through thin air as she had all ready jumped away, it was her turn to grin now as she watched the male froth at the mouth. Grasping at this throat at the burning stench assaulting his acute sense of smell, his struggles did not last long as fell from the bed unable to breath with his eyes stinging, he fell unconscious. Taking her time, the first sister made her way to her siblings belonging to retrieve one of the daggers, walking back to the twitching male she bent down running the sharp edge down across his throat twisting it as she listened to the sound of his unconscious body as death gradually claimed him.

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The waggon had finally stopped bouncing and jerking James about and though could not see out of it, thanks mostly to the drapes that had been tied into place over the bars. Fortunately, there was a slight gap at the base where the material had bunched up between two of the straps, due to this oversight on his overseer's part; every now and then he could feel the breeze flow in from outside. The caress of cool air against his exposed skin as it washed over him giving a moments rest bite from the heat of his cage. Every now and then he would see the silhouettes of branches as the wagon moved under a tree, he was not entirely sure how long it had been but he soon found the silhouettes starting to become more frequent as if the convoy of slavers and their slavers were entering some wooded area.

A grunt left his lips as the wheels of the waggon ran over something before lurching slightly to one side throwing against the bars and striking his head; causing everything to go black as the already muffled shouts from outside his cage became feinter still. He hardly registered a pair paw like hands grasping him from under his arms and dragging him along, though at this point he did not really care much he just wanted to move deeper into the darkness and away from the waking world.

“Get him out of there now ancestors damn you!"

The golden retriever bellowed to his subordinates; the sides of his muzzle had drawn back revealing his teeth as he snarled angrily. He could not believe the idiot in charge of the wagon had failed to spot the massive root protruding from the ground. Looking towards the waggons rear half he could see it resting where the rear left wheel had been, his fury was only kept in check as he saw his prize slave being dragged out.

“How is it?"

The slaver boss bellowed, storming over there the canine could brow furrowed as he spotted the bruising along the side of the human's forehead.

“Some bruising along his head, and a dislocated shoulder; from where he collided with the bars of his cage, but he should make a full recovery"

A female calico cat purred softly, her petite paw like hand softly runny across his cheek in a slow caress. She was dressed much akin to all the other slaves in a plane rough sacking like length of material with a hole in the centre for the head to go through, while a length of cord kept it place around her waist.

“Good, very good, we'll breed him with that bitch next"

The golden retriever started to say only for the female slave to interrupt him.

“forgive me master, please I fear while the human may not be in danger of meeting his ancestors, he may require watching. If master may recall the squirrel just last spring, they too banged their head but several nights on, they went to sleep and never woke up."

The female noted flinching as the slaver boss raised his arm to strike her with the back of his paw, seconds pass but she felt no blow to her face, daring to look up she could see him deep in thought then his arm lowered much to her relief.

“Indeed, you are quite correct, very well you will attend to him for seven nights; BUT…if it dies then I'll let the boys have you!"

He mused with a soft warm tone; he enjoyed the expression of utter terror spreading across her face as his words burned themselves into her mind, the felines eyes darted from the retriever and several of the equine that were numbered amongst the present crew of slavers, a pitiful wail left her lips as she turned her gaze desperately back to James whose head was lain across her lap as she knelt there on the ground.

“please no master, please"

The calico begged; this display of despair, desperation as well as pleading for his mercy greatly amused the slaver boss. Bending down further to get closer into the felines face he watched her start to tremble before whispering quietly with a tender tone.

“Tell you what, if it does not die and you become fat with kittens, I may well see to freeing you, once the kittens are old enough to be sold off that is"

A cruel sense of hope filed the female slave, she had found peace in accepting her fate as breeding stock but now freedom was being dangled before her so cruelly that she felt her stomach twist itself up in knots.

“thank you master"

She forced her muzzle to push out the words with as much submissive gratitude as she could muster, though deep down she hated herself for daring to feel hope again after so many years. It had been so easy for her to surrender to reality of having no control over anything she did that now having her own fate placed with in her own paws, she felt panic start to bubble up from deep within.

“I shall leave you two alone for the time being, oh and I'll have some food brought over too, can't have either of you starving on me now, can I?"

With these last words spoken with a mirthful tone, the slaver boss stood up and took his leave with a broad smile spreading across his face. Dusk had begun to fall before James's eyes began to flicker and he started to awaken, as he did, he felt the thudding pain from his head threaten to drive any rational thought from his mind, moreover the urge to scrabble to his feet and just run in any direction flailing took hold but the moment he tried raise his head from the warm comfortable cushion a burning pain ran through his shoulder.

“Shhhhh, it okay, you're okay now shhhhh!"

A soothing voice purred to him; James blinked a few times to clear his vision to see a cute cate like face looking down at him. He began to notice other things too like the cushion was the soft warm fur of her lap and the pads of her palm and finger tips running long the skin of his cheek, he hadn't felt anything like this, not since he had been a child. James felt his need to flee dissipate as calm started washing over him, he felt a need to introduce himself to her, the calico put a finger to his lips before he could do so.

“No names, we are property, we no longer have them"

She whispered in soft hushed voice; the female smiled faintly as she gazed down at him with her dichromatic eyes, it was her hope he would embrace the hopelessness of his situation, after all he was a slave now just like she was. The sooner he came to terms with this the sooner he would find the same peace of mind in just accepting his new role in life.

“Food will soon be here soon, but I am truly grateful you are awake"

The feline mewed, James could not help but hear a sense of genuine gratitude in her voice that puzzled him but such thoughts were pushed aside as he felt a waterskin raised to his lips.

“Try to sip it, not gulp, you'll choke if you do"

she cautioned while tipping it to allow the water to pass between his lips, he wanted to disregards her warning but she had control over how much was being poured into his mouth. Puling the waterski away she put the stopper back in to resume stroking his cheek as they watched the moon rise fully into the sky, the other side of the encampment a ram was filling a bowl of what may have been an unappetising stew as a voice called out to him from the waggon mere feet away.

“That had better not be for the human, it and whatever piece of merchandise it's with, is to get the same sustenance as us, after all that human is a top tier resource and like any quality tool; it must be well looked after."

The slaver boss noted with a restrained sigh as the ram walked over to the retriever with a dumb expression painted across his face and a single word upon his lips.

“huh?"

Squeezing his finger and thumb against his canine brow, the retriever turned to his right-hand rat that stood just next to him, the rodent nodded as he piped up in a somewhat crass tone.

“Ya feed dat hooman da good stuff, or it gets sick, if gets sick den da boss sells ya hide for parchment, understand…yes?"

The ram answered continued to look at retriever blankly still holding the bowl in his hands.

“huh?"

Came the same response, the golden retriever took a few deep breaths, went to try and explain to ram one last time but as slowly as possible.

“Now listen, very, very, carefully"

The slaver boss began.

“huh?"

The ram said with the same clueless expression about his features, the retriever closed his eyes for a brief moment before reopening them, drawing the rams own knife that sat sheathed upon his subordinates' belt and drove it into the rams chest.

“Why my dear rodent, do we hire these imbecilic dolts?"

The retriever muttered; he watched as the realisation of what had just happened dawned on the ram's face before crumpling to the ground, all but pouncing upon the still warm body the rat began looting it of anything worth taking.

“Dey be cheap, an' work for less coin"

The slaver boss's assistant noted riffling through the rams purse, the canine took a deep breath to calm himself he casually stepped down from his wagon as smile formed across his muzzle. The warmth of several large firepits blazed happily all around the camp, with the largest at the very centre where the smell of feral pig being spit roasted filled the air. The sound of numerous individuals gathered around the camp fires playing flutes, lutes along with other simplistic musical instruments, some even improvised filled the night air with music while others sang bearly in key while. Around the main camp fire several of the female slave females forced to strip naked now danced for the slavers, fearful of

the punishment should they refuse, other where being used in a more carnal way.

Striding through the undulating bodies in mid act of lust, he made his way to the largest of the fires pausing only to accept a tankard of ale. Raising his hands up and coughing loudly for silence, it took a few moments before the ruckus quietened down to allow their boss to speak.

“Settle down my lad's, Lady Luck has smiled upon us with a glorious gift beyond anything you or I could imagine!"

more heads begun to spring up as tankards were raised in praise to their leaders' words, for he had was the one who had picked them up from the gutters, provided them with wealth, food but above all, purpose. Taking a moment to breath in the captivated atmosphere the golden retriever continued his speech.

“Now some of you maybe already aware of what I speak about, we have recently acquisitioned a healthy strong human male, now we could indeed sell this recent for a king's ransom!"

He paused for a moment to let this sink in before continuing.

“Though that would be only a one-time windfall, we could however cut down on the risks we all take every time we take on new merchandise, or transport our stock from venue to venue. With this new resource we could produce our own merchandise, rather than all that unpleasant business of stealing it."

The canine again paused as he looked around, satisfied with what he saw he continued on.

“The lucrative cub market, the same one that affords us so much gold, will no longer be rare occurrences filled with desperately trying to avoid all those vengeful families! We can produce our own cubs and enter that extremely lucrative market full time, so I offer up this toast to all of you!"

He announced raising his tankard to the air.

“Gentlemen...I give you our future, our bread and butter!"

With this a rousing roar of approval went up as the music started up along with the debauchery a few of the merry makers made their way in search of the human to

inspect him for themselves, something James nor the calico welcomed, not that they had much choice.

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