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Elite Guild Story.

Chapter 1: An unwelcome welcome.

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ATTENTION ALL TRIBES SERVING UNDER THE NEW REIGN

This is a royal decree put in place by our new monarch, Emperor of the Golden City. Since the new system has been finally solidified, it is necessary that all conjoined tribes under the rule should be brought together over as many aims as possible in an attempt to foster unity and friendship between all subjects. A special Royal guard Defence Force will be assembled in one guild to serve as the new rule's Elite Guild defence force. Envoys will be sent out to scout each tribe for talented individuals within the next few days. A single champion from each tribe will be chosen. The individual will be taken to the guild under royal order, and each tribe will receive a benefit for their service. If the chosen individual is too important for the tribe's wellbeing to leave, then a negotiation may take place.

-From the Royal Palace, Golden City.

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Nirru scanned over the piece of paper again, and then looked up at the envoys that had entered the village. They were clad in beautifully designed armoured pieces that he couldn't help but admire from a craftsman's perspective. His heart was beating excitedly as he watched the two silent envoys scan over the village's most talented individuals.

"I can't help but notice that this village doesn't have much strength in combat. There is only one of you who is worthy of taking a combat position in the Elite Guild. It would be unjust of us to take away your village's only defence, so we will be moving on to your craftsmen and healers instead."

The leader shook his head and shrugged.

"What do you expect? This is a peaceful tribe after all. Our crafts are our main pride."

One of the envoys stepped over to Nirru, looking down at him with a blank expression, studying him. Nirru shuffled uncomfortably. He was an odd looking squirrel, having been born with odd coloured eyes and bright red fur. He wore a light leather tunic with the midriff exposed and a pair of simple but functional shorts, a few leather arm bands for show and a blue headband that was standard for craftsmen. At nineteen years of age, he was perhaps a little shorter than most of his fellow villagers, and had very light build without being skinny, and boyish but slightly effeminate features. He could be called cute rather than handsome, and for this reason it didn't bother him to experiment with his appearance and dye his ears to match his eyes, even if this was considered an odd fashion statement by male squirrels.

"You there, what kind of craft do you specialise in?"

Nirru shyly held forward the short sword he'd assembled for this presentation. He caught sight of the village blacksmith giving him a "good luck" sign. After all, Nirru had gotten him to forge the design before putting it together himself.

The envoy looked at the weapon critically, turning it over in his hands before giving it back, clearly impressed by the engraving on the handle and the design of the blade.

"What is your name, sir?"

"Oh, it's Nirru..."

"Your craftsmanship is most impressive on this sword. Can you make other things too?"

Nirru nodded and reached into his pocket, producing a silk scarf with an intricate pattern embroidered on the side.

"I can make clothes and wooden items as well as crockery on my own, and with the aid of a blacksmith I can design and assemble strong and durable weapons. I can show you more samples if you want!"

The envoy shook his head.

"No, that's not necessary. Your skill is quite apparent. I believe we have found our champion for this tribe. You will be leaving for the Elite Guild within three days. Please prepare anything you might need."

Amidst the cheering and clapping, Nirru couldn't believe that he'd been chosen for the Elite Guild. He had expected the warrior, Toro, to be chosen instead of a craftsman. He looked at Toro to see the black squirrel clapping for him as well, a look of bored acknowledgment on his face. Nirru's fur prickled. Toro had never looked at him even once before unless it was to give commands.

The next few days were spent preparing to leave. Nirru had lost his true family members when he was young, and had been raised by various members of the village until he was old and capable enough to support himself. He had never really had much respect before, so it was unusual to be congratulated so often, and he was even given a formal leaving party on the day when the envoys came back to pick him up. The journey to the Elite Guild was uneventful and enjoyable. As he finally neared the Golden City, Nirru's excitement grew as the sparkling gates came into view.

"So is this Elite Guild actually inside the city?" Nirru asked enthusiastically. The thought of living in such a grand, exclusive royal city appealed to his interests. The envoy smiled and shook his head.

"You are able to enter the city if called, but the Elite Guild is a self-supporting faction just east of here in the forest. It follows a tribal format and you will be living in tents, but there is no leader. You'll receive orders as a group from the royal palace. Food and materials will be provided, but anything else is the responsibility of the guild members."

"I'm not allowed to build a house then?" asked the squirrel somewhat disappointedly. He'd been expecting something slightly more luxurious.

The envoy shook his head.

"There's no point. The guild moves locations frequently."

Nirru nodded and looked back at the Golden City. Ever since it had been built, the amount of tribal feuds had dropped almost to non-existence. Having a leader figure was obviously beneficial, and it made him wonder what kind of experience would await him in this leaderless guild. Something about not being able to see the face of the man who was giving him orders just didn't sit right with him.

"We're here. I'll introduce you to the members who are already here, and then you're on your own. Do your best for the good of all of us!"

"Oh...yes!" Nirru chirped, a giddy feeling coming into his stomach. He felt important, it was certainly nice to be appreciated for his talents. He looked up at the guild's entrance. It was very unassuming, seeming just like any other clan or tribe. There were tents set up here and there in a large forest clearing, and a group of warriors sitting around a fire and laughing. Just from appearances he already felt at ease although slightly homesick. He missed the smell of pine and iron that he'd gotten so accustomed to.

"Attention!" shouted the envoy, startling Nirru. He watched the warriors who were gathered around the fire look up quizzically. There was an assortment of species here.

The envoy coughed and stood besides Nirru as a few more guild members arrived to see what the fuss was about. The squirrel scanned each one inquisitively. There were many exotic and unusual tribesmen here, both male and female. Some had patterns painted into their fur that made them look very primal and wearing nothing but loincloths and muscle bands, while others were dressed very modestly and in stylish attire that even he had to admire.

"This is Nirru, a craftsman from the Greenwood tribe of the south. He will be joining the guild as of today. All of you learn to get along!"

Nirru felt a pat on the back from the envoy, encouraging him to step forward and enter the guild. Nirru turned back and thanked his escort. The envoy gave him a nod of encouragement and turned to leave. Suddenly, Nirru felt very exposed with all these strangers staring at him.

"Um...hello everybody. I'm Nirru, pleased to meet you. I'm a craftsman!" he said nervously, smiling fakely and scratching the back of his head.

A brown-furred wolf cocked his head to the side and grinned.

"He's a funny looking little thing, isn't he? Is that natural fur you've got there squirrel?"

Nirru skipped a beat trying to process the question, but quickly regained his composure.

"Oh, the red is real! But these are dyed..." he grabbed his ears and pulled them up over his head. The wolf raised his eyebrows and chuckled a little.

"Is that some kind of tribal thing where you come from? Does it have a rank thing or something?"

"Uh, no I just dye them to match my eyes. It's sort of trendy in my village...or at least with females, but I think it goes well with my fur."

A few giggles passed through the gathered guild members. Nirru counted there were currently about thirteen or fourteen of them. He felt embarrassed to have admitted that his ears were dyed.

"Well I think it's cute. You're a pretty little thing. Are you sure you'll be ok here?" a female cat asked him, her tail flicking back and forth.

"Oh, I'm prepared to serve our Emperor. Thank you for asking though." Nirru replied nervously. He blushed a little, having never seen a female with such revealing clothes before.

The wolf from before snickered.

"Well he certainly has manners, that's for sure. I hope he's hardened enough to handle himself in this guild. We're not going to hold your hand or anything, kid!"

Nirru balked. He shuffled around trying to regain his composure, or at least to try and not look so pathetic.

"I won't get in the way, I can make strong weapons if anyone wants them...um."

A silver-coated fox wearing a robed costume adjusted his glasses and stepped in front of the wolf.

"Don't listen to him. I can tell that despite your appearance, you're a well-bred fellow. I'm interested in your weapons, actually. Don't pay any attention to this savage here."

"What did you just call me?" the wolf snarled, clenching his fists. "You watch what you say about me, fox!"

"I'll say what I want about you. Do you want another beating like last time?"

The fox withdrew two thin eastern daggers from his cape and held them by his side with a fierce expression of concentration on his face. Nirru could feel his fighting ability just from his stance. It far surpassed that of the wolf, which was surprising. The wolf looked away nonchalantly and backed off, respecting the fox's ability. Nirru squirmed inwardly. He could see that power was the only true leader in the Elite Guild, something which he lacked.

"Wow, Renso, you're being bossed around by a fox! Who would ever have thought you'd finally learned that you can't beat Jeda's technique with just brawn? I would have thought you'd have fallen for it at least another five times." The female cat laughed, taunting the irritated wolf. Renso began to argue back loudly, and the argument quickly drew in others around it. Soon, the whole group of guild members were involved and quarrelling. Nirru waved his arms in panic and tried to get them all to settle down, but it was a futile effort. Punches were already starting to be thrown.

"What the hell is going on here?"

As soon as the loud, clear voice sounded, a piercing silence fell over the assembled clan members. Nirru could feel the hairs on his back prickle as another warrior stepped into the group, causing the others to fan out so as not to get in his way. The squirrel's jaw dropped. Standing before him, a greatsword hoisted up on his broad shoulders, was a black desert jackal.

Nirru had never seen anything like him before. He felt his throat go dry as he studied the jackal's form. He was very muscular, but not unattractively so. His fur was short and velvet-like, giving a clear view of the rippling abs and pectorals shifting under his skin. He was wearing a blue, gold-edged headband that covered his left eye, and his body was adorned with bandages that were wrapped around his biceps and legs, and one which crossed over his chest and under his right armpit. Around his waist he wore a very short skirt-like loincloth with a split in the middle, but what really drew Nirru's attention were the golden dye-tattoos across the bridge of his nose, his nipples and his stomach.

"Are you weaklings arguing again? What's so important that you'd interrupt my training?"

The fox, Jeda, quickly stowed his daggers and adjusted his glasses again.

"N-nothing Deijin. There's a new member here, that's all. We were just talking about him..."

Nirru felt his stomach drop as the muscular jackal looked directly at him, a curious glint in his one visible eye.

"Oh? What have we here..."

Before he could react, Deijin was standing in front of him, his white fangs showing in a sinister grin. Now that he was closer, Nirru could feel the power emanating from the jackal's body. He stared hypnotised at the exotic, muscular warrior before him as he looked him up and down. The squirrel's tail instinctively lowered and he began to shake.

"You're a cute little thing, aren't you? What's your name, squirrel?" Deijin growled smoothly. Nirru stammered, trying to form the words of his own name. The jackal tilted his head to the side and lifted the sword off his shoulder, sticking the tip of it into the ground beside him. Deijin was standing right in front of him now, invading his personal space. Nirru tried to look away from the jackal's face, only to have his eyes fall on the gap in Deijin's loincloth. It was a very short loincloth, and from this close up, Nirru was sure he could even make out the faint outline of....

"Fine, you don't need to answer. Your name isn't what I want at the moment anyway."

Before Nirru had even processed what was happening, Deijin had grabbed his right wrist and pulled him in closer. The jackal casually slid his finger down Nirru's chest and reached into the front of his shorts before cupping his unprepared balls soundly in his paw.

"Hey! What are you..." Nirru cried out in protest against Deijin's actions as the jackal continued to slyly grope him. He tried to push his assaulter away, but Deijin was too strong.

"Hmmm, that's a nice cock you've got there, for a squirrel. I think I'm going to enjoy making you squirm."

Nirru blushed furiously and tried to pull back from the jackal's touch. He looked over at the other guild members, who were watching fearfully.

"Please! Help me! He...He's touching my...No! Stop!"

Despite his cries for assistance, the crowd had no intention of stepping in to help. Deijin looked over his shoulder and shot them a dangerous glare. "Feel free to watch if you want, but don't you dare interfere..." he said in a dark voice. The onlookers just swayed sheepishly and pretended to ignore the activity altogether.

Nirru squeaked pitifully as Deijin pulled him up against his body and moved his hand from the squirrel's groin to his backside. The young craftsman's cheeks were burning with embarrassment and fear. He could smell the jackal's potent lust as his face rubbed up against the sculpted chest. Deijin grinned cruelly and began pulling off Nirru's shorts.

"It sure is getting hot today. How about we take these right off?"

As the loose shorts fell around his ankles, Nirru felt his penis starting to harden. He gave a confused moan as the big jackal began to grind his body against his crotch. What was happening? Was he really being raped by another male? He didn't even have much experience with females. Why was he being treated this way and why was nobody coming to his aid?

"Huh, you're already hard? Weak. I can see you're not used to this kind of thing, are you?" Deijin smirked, looking down at his captive's erection. "Don't worry, that will change in time."

"Please sir! Stop this, I...don't want to...stop, you're making me..." Nirru fumbled his words as he tried to plead his way out of this situation, but Deijin seemed to just be ignoring him. He cried out a little as the jackal growled in his ear, slowly beginning to lower him down into a crouching position as he humped against his body. Nirru could feel Deijin's hard cock against his own now, and the loincloth was barely a distraction at all. He soon found himself on his haunches, trying feebly knees open wide and his hips back as he tried to pull his penis away from Deijin's assault. The warrior grinned and slowly moved his own body closer to his struggling captive, reaching around with his free paw and placing it on Nirru's ass before applying a slight pressure to prevent the squirrel from moving back any further. He grinned as the smaller creature grunted desperately as his efforts to escape were thwarted.

"Mmmm, yeah, it turns me on when you try to resist like that." He growled seductively "You squirrels are even cuter when you're scared."

Deijin shifted into a better position, still holding tightly to Nirru's wrist, he raised himself up on one knee and spread his legs apart before continuing to pull the little squirrel closer to his body. Nirru gasped loudly as his face was pushed into Deijin's armpit, the warrior's masculine scent causing him to become even more aroused and confused. He pushed his snout down past his attacker's left nipple, trying to avoid taking in the intoxicating smell, and got a good glimpse at Deijin's penis as it floated only centimetres from his own. Just like the rest of him, it was all black, with yellow dye tattoos around the sheath and foreskin. Nirru noticed from this angle that it was about two or three inches longer than his, and thicker. It was big, but not huge. He felt the jackal's muscles tense and meeped plaintively as he felt the tip of that cock brushing over his own sensitive glans, tickling it just enough to send a shiver down his spine. Despite it being a futile effort, Nirru continued to pull back as best he could. Deijin let out an amused "heh" of contempt before starting to hump slowly against the young squirrel's groin again. Nirru screwed his eyes shut and let out an involuntary moan as Deijin's cock slowly continued to stimulate him, leaking a slim but steady line of precum over his sensitive glans.

"Why...are you doing this to me?" Nirru panted, at least wanting some kind of explanation for this vulgar assault on his pride. "I-I-I'm not a girl you know!"

"Because you're cute and you have a small penis." Deijin grunted in response through gritted fangs. "And of course you're not a girl, if you were female I wouldn't be doing this to you."

"M-my penis isn't that small!" The flustered squirrel blushed even more as he made his objection. "And what do you mean if I were female you wouldn't be doing this to me? Don't you like females?"

The jackal shot him a scowl and humped against him harder as if to punish a stupid question.

"No you dumbass squirrel, I meant that if you were female I wouldn't be needing to rape you! Just look over there."

Deijin gestured over his shoulder with a flick of his head. Nirru opened his eyes and looked over to see the cat from before watching intently, a dreamy look of arousal on her face as she absent-mindedly touched her breasts. Deijin turned slightly and gave her a cheeky grin, sticking his tongue out and humping against Nirru a little harder. She wooed coyly at him and giggled.

"Wait, I don't understand!" Nirru moaned against Deijin's bicep. "You say that you like females, but why are you doing these things to me? I'm a boy!"

"I told you before, because you're cute and you have a small penis! Well compared to what I'm used to anyway! It makes me want to hold you down and have my way with you, and that's exactly what I'm doing! Now shut up and take it!"

Nirru wasn't satisfied with this response, but he knew better than to argue in a situation like this. He knew it was possible for a male to fall in love with another, but this was certainly not love and what's more, the jackal seemed to have no bias towards females either. The craftsman gave in to the confusion and just tried to concentrate on figuring out how to get out of this situation. His body was beginning to feel very hot from the struggling and close proximity, and it was only making him even more aroused and bothered. He tried to escape by pushing on the ground with his free paw, only to have Deijin grab it as well before pulling him in, chest to chest.

"I'll give you one thing, squirrel. You've got some good determination." Deijin panted, taking a break from his movements to look Nirru in the eye. "The way you keep straining against me, even though I'm much stronger than you...mmmh, it makes me so hot."

"No! I don't want this! Let me go!" shouted Nirru, exhaustion and angst beginning to show in the tone of his voice. "This is not fair, I don't...I don't want to be this way with another male! There are people watching us! Please..."

Deijin smirked at this slight show of aggression. He started to lean in on Nirru,still holding the squirrel's wrists by his side.

"I'll let you go when I'm finished with you. You don't have any say in the matter whatsoever." He sneered as he brought Nirru to the ground. "As for the others, if you can get one of them to step in and interrupt me, then that'd really be something special."

Nirru panted and continued to struggle as Deijin pinned him to the ground, climbing onto his chest and securing his arms beneath his knees. The jackal sat there for a few seconds, grinning devilishly and stroking his dripping cock in front of Nirru's face. The squirrel watched the string of precum as it made its way onto his chest, blending into the white strip of fur that ran from his snout to the base of his tail. He gulped and tried to calm down, but he couldn't stop looking at the shining black penis and its crown of tattoos. Deijin looked over his shoulder at Nirru's own cock and smirked. In one swift movement, he spun around into a 69 position, pinning Nirru's arms with his knees. Nirru stared up at Deijin's ass with a look of awe on his face. Despite it being perfectly firm and a fine supplement to the jackal's muscular thighs, it also had the same tattoo treatment as his penis. Deijin's buttocks were decorated with swirl insignias that looked as if they could have had tribal significance. Nirru also noticed that Deijin had a dye tattoo on his anus in the shape of two crescents crossing over along the rim. The little squirrel's cheeks burned as he tried to deny his own arousal at these markings.

"What do you think, squirrel?" Deijin taunted, spreading his legs wider to allow a better view of his parts. "I have quite a body, don't I? Even if you're heterosexual, it's hard to not be affected by something like this."

"I'm not attracted to you! This is horrible!" the squirrel retorted angrilly, even though he knew Deijin's words were true. He cursed inwardly at his own weakness. There was no reason he should be admiring his rapist's body now, but it was so hard to try and ignore the smell of the jackal's penis as it brushed against his lips and nose. He wasn't stupid enough to try and bite them, but having another male's balls on his face was making him feel even more helpless and pathetic than before.

"Horrible for you perhaps, but I'm enjoying myself immensely. Although I'll say it now, I'm going to make you wear a ball gag in the future if you keep talking back!" replied the jackal smartly, looking between his legs as a drop of sweat rolled off his chest and onto Nirru's stomach. "Now then...I've played with your cute little cock enough to fuel my next curiosity."

"What do you mean in the fu..oOUhh!!"

Nirru moaned and spasmed as a pulse of unwanted pleasure coursed through his body. He looked down his stomach to see Deijin nuzzling at his cock, brushing his snout against it and murring softly. He opened his lips and huffed, his hot breath swirling around Nirru's point of vulnerability before extending his long tongue and delivering a single slow lick along the shaft's length. Nirru shuddered and threw back his head, crying out at the unfamiliar sensation. Deijin began to lick more precisely now, each flick of his tongue causing his prey's body to writhe and shudder.

"Ohhhh! Ohhhh...nuh!...Wuh...auuh! Oh please!" Nirru panted desperately as he tried to fight the sensation that was welling up between his legs. He'd never even considered what a blow job would feel like, let alone that it would ever happen to him, but now that he was being held down and having his penis forcibly manipulated in this manner, it was enough to tell him that he wouldn't be able to hold out much longer. Nirru tensed every muscle in his body, trying to deny the sensations that were being forced onto him. "No! I'm going to...I'll...Oh Please..s-stop!"

Deijin growled lustily, feeling the squirrel's hips rising up. He opened his mouth and took the four inch penis into his maw, swirling his tongue around the base. Slowly and carefully, he started bobbing his way up the shaft, feeling his captive's body react to every movement. He began to roll his hips in time with his movements, sliding his cock over Nirru's face, the tattooed foreskin folding and unfolding with each thrust. Nirru was beyond a point where he could keep his composure. He moaned and gasped loudly as Deijin sucked him off, his snout constantly coming into contact with the jackal's sweaty crotch, the drops of perspiration from his assailant's legs dripping into his fur which had become wet and slimy with precum as it trailed off in long strings from his snout. For a few seconds, he was almost tempted to open his own mouth and lick Deijin's muscular inner thighs, but the few chords of pride that he had left prevented him from losing his resolve completely. Through the haze he caught a brief glimpse of the onlookers. The wolf who'd ridiculed him earlier - Renso - was now wearing a guilty expression, and Jeda the fox was nervously fiddling with his glasses, which were looking somewhat foggy.

Finally, Deijin reached the very top of Nirru's shaft, his lips covering only the glans as his tongue explored the grooves, sliding across the most pleasurable part of Nirru's maleness. The squirrel bucked helplessly under his weight, moaning as the sensation took over his body, trying to fight back a losing battle against the oncoming orgasm as it began to break its flimsy binding seal. Deijin waited until he could feel the oncoming signs of release from the struggling body beneath him and then stopped all movement completely, opening his mouth and freeing Nirru's erection from its warm, wet prison.

Nirru's fangs were gritted and his eyes screwed shut in an intense mask of concentration. He didn't know why the jackal had stopped, but he dared not move. Every muscle in his body was shivering as he tensed, trying to keep the orgasm back. His hips were raised, but he couldn't lower them without triggering something. At this point, the musk still heavy in his senses, anything would tip him over the edge, although if he would just be allowed to stay like this, he could feel the build-up of pleasure subsiding gradually, if he could just hold out for a few more...

"Huh, it's useless." Deijin sneered before dropping his head again and delivering one fast, brutal lick to the entire surface of Nirru's penis, sliding his tongue down to the base before licking upwards in a spiral motion.

"oH SHi...huUUHH!"

Nirru cried out, his body shuddering as he came hard across Deijin's muzzle, blobs of his semen dripping over his stomach and balls as the dominant warrior slurped noisily at his erection. The tired squirrel began to pant hard as his orgasm died down, unable to move or talk. He had never had such an intense release in his life, which was understandable, since all his previous sexual experiences had come from his own paw. It felt like something had been stolen from him, although he was too stunned to really think about what it could be.

Deijin sat up, licking the last drops of squirrel cum off his lips. He turned and looked down at Nirru, a dark look of amusement on his face. Nirru stared back weakly, still sprawled out on the grass, his body not wanting to react to any instructions from his brain, which was way too confused to be giving orders in the first place.

"Not a bad flavour. I'm done here for now." Deijin grunted as he rose from his crouch and stood up, his dripping cock easily protruding from under his meagre loincloth which he hadn't bothered to remove throughout the entire operation. He turned to face a group of females who'd gathered to watch. "All that struggling made me horny as hell. Which one of you ladies wants to see me through?

The defeated squirrel lay on his back, panting and staring up into the sky as the sounds of Deijin and his entourage faded off into the distance. He heard a few muffled sighs and grunts from the rest of the crowd as they left hurriedly, then silence. After a few minutes of just lying there, a shadow fell over him. He weakly turned to see the cloaked fox from earlier standing over him, his glasses glinting in the sunlight.

"You've been lying there for a while now. Are you hurt?" Jeda enquired, his voice calm and emotionless as if he were talking to an associate who'd just fallen over. "If you need a tent to live in, I've got one spare, and you seem like you'd be the sort to take care of it, unlike that idiot over there."

"Hey, who are you calling an idiot?" Renso appeared over Jeda's shoulder, his arms folded. "I told you, it wasn't me who wrecked your tent last time, a damned tree fell on it. It busted up my stuff too, you know!"

Nirru stared up at them blankly, a glazed expression of disbelief on his face.

"W...what just happened?" he breathed, his voice weak and quivering.

Jeda shook his head sadly.

"That was Deijin. He's a hero-class warrior from the Dune tribe to the east. You could say that amongst all the warriors in the Elite Guild, he's by far the most important and powerful."

"But...but...why did he..."

Renso pushed in front of Jeda. His expression was grim and a little guilty. He folded his arms and sighed before answering.

"You probably figured out that the Elite Guild isn't checked by the royals at all. Deijin does what he wants because nobody is stupid enough to question him. And even if we did complain to the higher ups, they still wouldn't do anything about it 'cause he's the only true hero-class warrior they got. I should know, I used to be the strongest until he came along..."

"Until I came along, don't you mean." Jeda interrupted, his narrow eyes taking an even greater slant. "You've been second fiddle to me for a while now. And since Deijin arrived and made you one of his toy boys, that mean's you're third."

"Shush! You don't have to tell him that!" Renso snarled, clearly embarrassed. "Huh, everybody has to know about it, you just never shut up. Always reminding me when I try to forget. You think you're so special just because it's never happened to you! Well that's because you always wear that pansy costume and have glasses on all the time, of course nobody is going to want to screw you!" The fox balked at this sudden verbal assault.

"What? Th-that's not...well excuuuuse me! At least I have the decency to dress like a respectable person rather than walking around in ass rags and muscle bands! You're just bitter because I spend my time perfecting my form as opposed to you chasing hopelessly after females and then whining like a puppy when Mr. Hero comes along and takes you from above like a piece of meat!"

"U-I-uh...That's a bald-faced lie! I don't...I don't whine at all! And I'm popular with a few of the girls. Mirra did me the other day, and it was better than anything you'll ever get!"

"It's almost poetic really: A proud warrior, clutching tearfully at the shreds of his honour, The flames of shame burn across the battlefield of his body, invaded, his castle in rubble as he seeks denial in vain hope of redeeming his masculinity, as the day become night..."

"You and your bloody poetic monologues again, no self-respecting female would ever..."

Jeda and Renso's bickering came to a sudden halt as they both noticed Nirru slowly rise to his knees. The young squirrel sobbed quietly as he tried to stand up despite his wobbly legs. The fox and the wolf looked at each other sadly before moving to help him.

"I'll say it this time though, squirrel. You took all of that pretty good." Renso mumbled as he knelt down next to Nirru and offered him his shoulder to lean on. "I know how it feels, and it's okay to cry. It's not like you have a reputation as a fighter that you need to worry about or anything. None of us were expecting you to be tough in the first place."

Jeda stood back a good distance, his glasses shining.

"You probably want to put his pants back on before you take him anywhere, Renso. They're over there."

"Why don't you get them then, four-eyes?" Renso growled indignantly. "Why do I have to do everything?"

"What? I don't want to get near him, I'll get muck all over my clothes. It's alright for someone like you to get dirty, but I have standards."

"Conceited as ever, Jeda. I'll laugh the day you fall into the pile of CRAP that comes out your mouth when you talk. I'll laugh and laugh and laugh some more."

The big wolf scooped Nirru up in his arms as if he weighed nothing and slung him over his broad shoulders. The squirrel meeped timidly as he felt his shorts being carefully pulled back onto his hips. Renso gave him a friendly pat on the back.

"We'll get you cleaned up first, then Jeda will show you around the guild. Try to forget what happened for now, alright? Sorry I talked down to you before, hey?"

"I...I want to go home." Nirru choked on his words, trying to hold back tears. After only the first half hour, he no longer wanted to have anything to do with the Elite Guild.

"Unfortunately, you can't go home." Jeda said matter-of-factly. "If you attempt to leave at any point, you'll be hunted down and executed for deserting. Of course, they don't tell you about that when they're looking for recruits, but if you think about it, you never really had a choice to come here in the first place. It's unfortunate, but that's the price we pay for our talent."

"But...I...this isn't fair, I..I..." Nirru didn't want to believe these words as the realisation came to him that he was trapped in this rough guild on fear of death. He weakly lifted his arm and attempted to wipe some of the cold semen off his forehead before it dripped into his eyes. Moving his paw alone was a difficult task.

Eventually, Nirru arrived at a neat green tent that was strung up between two birch trees. It had a homely feel about it, and even a small garden out the front with vegetables planted in neat orderly rows next to a wooden basin filled with water. He had some difficulty regaining his footing as Renso carefully lowered him down to his feet.

"This is my tent." said Jeda smartly, a hint of pride in his voice. "Renso will help clean you up, and you can rest here until you feel up to it. After that you can talk about borrowing one of my spare ones. I'll see to it that we'll get you the tools that you need for your craft work as well. If you need me, you can find me up by the well"

"Huh, he's always so formal. It pisses me off." Renso muttered as the fox darted out of sight. "I acknowledge his skill, but I don't like that kind of high-and-mighty attitude, especially coming from a fox like him. Anyway, come on little guy, we'll get that spooge out of your fur."

Nirru liked the tone that Renso was using in his voice. There was something calming about it. He definitely felt that this wolf was here to help him and relaxed a little bit as he allowed himself to be undressed again. He could even tell that the wolf was being extra careful to undress him gently and in a way that wouldn't make him feel upset after the course of the previous events.

"Thank you for helping me, sir." the squirrel mumbled quietly as he kneeled in front of the basin of water. "I think I'm ok now. You're very kind."

"It's no problem." Renso half-smiled at the compliment. "You should thank Jeda when he gets back. He may seem like he was keeping his distance, but it's very generous of him to let you use his bath like this. He usually wants nothing to do with newbies. I guess he felt sorry for you. After all, we don't get many of your kind around here. Most of the males in this guild are battle hardened enough to not be too affected by something like that..."

Nirru breathed slowly, trying to calm his heartbeat. He relaxed as Renso's paws started to lather the soap into his chest and belly fur, even though it made him feel slightly uncomfortable.

"I can bathe myself, thank you. It's alright now. You don't have to worry about me..."

"You sure? Alright. I hate that soapy stuff Jeda uses anyway. Pansy-ass crap like that gets cum out of your fur real fast, but damn it makes you smell like you've been rolling in flowers. Can't believe he uses the stuff every day."

Nirru half-heartedly rubbed the suds over his body, not quite accustomed to bathing with others watching. He kept relaying the memories of what had just happened over in his mind, trying to make sense of it all. However, the sweet-smelling shampoo made him feel clean and refreshed as he washed the filth out of his soft fur, clearing his mind somewhat and allowing him to think of other things. He was stuck here, that was true, but surely there would be a bright side to his fate if he worked hard enough at finding it.

"So Renso...please tell me, where are you from?" Nirru asked politely, trying to start a conversation. "When you carried me, I could feel you're very strong. Were you brought up as a fighter?"

Renso seemed a bit surprised and grinned nervously, scratching behind his ears.

"Huh, well my tribe...It wasn't really that grand, just a typical wolf pack. I don't think it'd be fair to call it a tribe, but we had more rules and a power system that was much better than anything this guild has to offer anyway. I hate to admit it, but when I came here I was kind of disorientated at not having a leader figure to follow. It made me do some stupid things. I was top dog here for a while. It was pretty fun. I bullied some of the other males a bit, got into some fights; all the females wanted a piece of me. It was like being alpha wolf I guess. After a few months, Jeda turned up from some fancy woodland 'clan' I'd never heard of. I thought he was a weakling from his clothes at first, and the way he talked, but eventually he challenged me to a fight...I got my ass handed to me. It was so humiliating."

"I didn't see him as a warrior at first glance either." said Nirru, absent-mindedly splashing in the water with his paws. "The costume made me think he was a scribe or a strategist until I saw his daggers."

"Damn those daggers." Renso grinned, lying back in the grass and folding his arms behind his head. "So friggin' fast. Before I could even lift my axe I had too many cuts to even move properly. Most embarrassing defeat I've ever had in my life, and from a fox no less. Yeah, he's an odd one. Comes from one of those fancy high-end rich family clans. Lots of manners and customs and stuff. We had nothing like that back in my pack. It was all about who was stronger and who could beat who or who was popular with the females. I guess there's a lot to be learned from guys who do things all special-like. At least I'd like to learn to fight like Jeda one day. I don't think I'm built right for it though."

Nirru turned and looked at Renso's sprawled form. He couldn't help but admire the wolf's rugged musculature. It wasn't nearly as defined as Deijin, but still impressive by a squirrel's standards.

"You have good muscles. I wish I was strong like you, then I probably would have been able to fight back."

Nirru jumped as Renso snorted suddenly as if trying to suppress a laugh. The wolf bunched over, coughing before straightening up, a dark half-smile on his face.

"No, just...listen here, squirrel. Don't EVER think of trying to fight back against Deijin. That guy...he's not normal like me or you. When he first came here, it was like...wow. After Jeda beat me, I wasn't too bothered and not much changed. Jeda didn't talk much to the other guys and the females weren't so interested in him, so I still got plenty of attention, but when Deijin turned up, Jeda didn't even try to fight him, he just gave in and walked away. I thought he was being a coward and just letting himself get intimidated by Deijin's looks, so I stepped up as the second strongest to give him a fight..." Renso trailed off mid sentence, as if the memory was too painful to talk about.

"W...what happened?" Nirru couldn't help asking. His heart was thumping again as an anxious feeling of true fear built up inside him. Renso breathed and calmly ran his paw through his head fur as he looked at the sky.

"First of all, I swung, and he grabbed my axe at the hilt with his bare paw. He yanked it out of my grasp kicked me square in the gut, then smashed the thing over my head with the flat of it. I was on my knees, holding my head in my paws, trying to collect my composure when suddenly he's on top of me, growling in my ear, and I'm so scared I can't move...you can feel his power just eating into you when he's close. It was like I was paralysed, and just praying for him not to kill me. I could friggin' smell him and it was getting me hard...you know how shameful that is for a straight warrior like me?"

Renso paused, collecting his emotions, a look of painful regret on his rugged features. Nirru gulped at the dry sensation in his throat as he listened intently to the wolf's tale of defeat.

"I don't know what happened next, it was so fast, but I...Somehow before I knew it I was kneeling in front of him on all fours, sucking his cock as best I could, just trying to make him cum. And he was holding me down there, telling me how he liked it...and it went on like that for about an hour before he pulled out of my mouth, telling me I was useless...and then he started jacking off right there, grunting and moaning, stroking that black cock of his right in front of me. I couldn't move, I just stayed there watching him in awe with my tail between my legs...it was pathetic. Finally he grabbed my head and pulled me in, he put his cock against my lips and shot all over my face...and when he was done...just stood up and left me there without a word. No sound. The crowd didn't cheer, nobody came to help me...nothing. Although it wasn't as humiliating as my battle with Jeda, since Deijin looks as powerful as he actually is, so nobody teased me, but still, that hurt real bad. After that, the females stopped paying attention to me. I treated them real nice, trying to win them back, but they were all over that brute from that day on. If I ever get lucky with one of them, it's only because he's already doing it with another girl, and she'll always call out his name instead of mine during sex...you have no idea how much that hurts a guy like me. And even today, I still haven't been able to make him cum and he still treats me like shit."

Nirru's stomach dropped as a dark thought entered his mind.

"So wait...you make it sound like he does this to you frequently..."

"Yeah, that's pretty much it. If my chief could see me now, he'd murder me for sure."

"But...but do you think he's going to do the same thing to me? Like...is he going to rape me again?"

"Pff, of course he will. You have no idea how horny that guy is." Renso replied indignantly, scratching inside his ears with one of his claws. "If he likes the look of you, it's on anywhere, anytime and there's nothing you can do about it. Just the other day, he tied me up in his tent and marathon-raped me from dusk to dawn. When he finally let me go I was so tired I spend the entire day sleeping like a rock, dreaming about him touching his dick, dammit!"

"No! There has to be something I can do to escape from him!" Nirru cried, paranoia gripping at his throat. "There must be a way! I came here to use my craftsman skills to serve the Emperor, not to hand my body over to some foreign warrior!"

"Huh. Actually, like Jeda said, you came here because they told you to."

Nirru sniffed, trying to hold back tears. He wasn't the sort to get overly emotional, but this was just too much. He'd thought of the Elite Guild as a reward for his talents, but instead it was almost as if he was being punished.

"Well...not that I want to get your hopes up for nothing, but it is possible for you to get out of here..." Renso said lazily, avoiding eye contact. "Since you're a non-combat unit, it's possible that if you work really hard you'll get chosen to join the branch inside the Golden City. But that's no simple task, at least I've never seen anyone leave here before."

"Wait, what? Tell me more!" Nirru shouted excitedly, his ears poking up. "Inside the Golden City? How, how, how?"

"Easy there, kid!" Renso mumbled, as if wanting to avoid conversation. "I said don't go getting your hopes up. Every now and again an envoy comes around here to check out our supplies and stuff, they also check the non-combat unit's abilities too. I heard that if they find the work to be real special they'll transfer you to a section of the Elite Guild inside of the Golden City. Instead of peacekeeping and combat, you'll go to work making supplies and equipment for the soldiers in the royal army." He sighed and sat up straight, crossing his legs. "It's something you can aim for, but the chances are slim. I don't want to see you get even more disappointed when they turn you down..."

"It's alright! As long as I have some hope..." Nirru brought his fist up in front of his face, a wild look of determination in his odd-coloured eyes. "Then it's not all bad! I'll show them what I'm made of!"

Renso smiled as Nirru dried himself and put on his clothes. He was surprised that this little squirrel had enough courage to take on such a goal all on his own. It was an inspiring thing to see, and something that made him feel a slight hope for his own future. The wolf stood up and stretched, trying to act casual and strong as always.

"Well then, you seem like you have some resolve, squirrel. If you need any help, you can always come and see me, alright? Jeda should be back soon to help you with the tent, but I have to go and get some food now. If your hungry, ask Jeda, I don't have any to waste on the likes of you!"

"Thank you Renso, I'll see you tomorrow, right?" Nirru smiled and waved as his new friend walked out of site. The wolf gave a casual wave of his paw over his shoulder without looking back.

"Yep, see you."

Nirru sat down, folding his tail under him like a cushion in typical squirrel manner. He felt somewhat at ease that he had made friends in this place, at least people who behaved like friends and could share his troubles with him when he was down. Looking up, he could see Jeda standing a small distance away from him, staring silently at him from behind his glasses. Nirru stood up and waved to him.

"Hey Jeda? Is something the matter? Can I talk to you about something please?" Nirru called, trying to get the fox's attention. Jeda stared back, not moving or responding. Something about his stance was making Nirru feel uneasy. The squirrel went to call out again when he felt a rough paw land on his shoulder, accompanied by a familiar voice that made his blood run cold.

"So...looks like owl-eyes is taking care of you, lucky squirrel. Don't go making yourself too comfortable, you never know when your services might be needed."

Deijin grinned evilly, his pearly fangs gleaming with cruel humour. Nirru began to panic and shiver as the jackal's scent crept over him once more.

"No...no, please sir...I only just had a bath!" he sobbed, trying to keep his voice under control. The jackal laughed and shoved him away, causing him to trip and land face-first in the grass.

"Huh, whatever are you talking about?" Deijin chided, shrugging his broad shoulders mockingly. "I just wanted to let you know that we'll be working together a lot from now on...after all, you're a craftsman and I'm a hero. You know what that means, don't you?" He nodded towards Jeda, who flinched a little at this movement. "Tell him, fox."

"Well, what Deijin says is true..." Jeda mumbled hesitantly, looking down and to his right as he thought of the best way to break the news. "...as a craftsman, it's expected of you to work as a supplement to the guild's top fighter, that is, as somewhat of a team. You won't just be creating any items you please, but weapons and clothing on demand from the leading warrior. So..."

"So that means he's mine from now on, got it fox?" Deijin's voice was like velvet coated in poison. "I've already got a place for this little guy to stay. There's no need for you to bother setting up one of your spare tents."

"Aye, sir." Jeda bowed his head regrettably. "Thank you for...taking charge."

Deijin smiled, reaching down and pulled Nirru to his feet before locking the squirrel against his chest with his powerful arm.

"My pleasure."

Jeda watched as Deijin left, dragging the whimpering craftsman with him. He hung his head in shame for his own lack of strength.

"Be brave, squirrel." He whispered under his breath as he made his way over to his place of residence. "Someday...I'll be able to protect everyone in this place against that monster. Mark my words, I will."