Bag of Worms
Legal Stuff: Not intended for those under the age of 18 years old, contains adult situations. Waffe is © to me and Gandolf T. White is © to Cameron Winter. This is a story for that nice little slutty fox.
The bar was pretty typical for being this close to a battle that just finished. Mercenaries and soldiers with their pay burning holes in their purses had crowded the local bars and taverns, intent on getting some tail and getting drunk. And it didn't matter what order it happened in, a few of the fighters slipping off together in pairs or small groups. All the tables sported several loud, boisterous people save for one in the furthest corner of the room. A large saurian male had acquired a tabled to himself and none of the other patrons, no matter how drunk they were, felt like asking to sit with him. If the male's numerous scars over his face and neck weren't enough of a deterrent, his blood-red coloring and darker markings were. He looked fierce enough without his natural striping, but the black marks gave him an appearance more fearsome than most could achieve without war paints. His body was covered in a heavy woolen cloak, covering him all the way down to his ankles. And wrappings covered his hands, wrapped tightly around his hands and up his arms.
In a sharp contrast to the large T-rex, a male vulpine sat at a table with several burly mercenaries, trying to eat his meal as they bumped into him constantly and spilled their ale over his head and clothing. His frame was smaller and much more petite than the males (and one female) that shared a tabled with him. His clothing, once a fine outfit made out of expensive materials with fine stitching and costly dies, was now a mess of food and cheap ale. He muttered to himself and wheezed as he got a heavy elbow slammed into his ribs and drove the breath from his lungs. Grumbling under his breath, "Let's go to Alberon, its a city of many wonders and great libraries. Who cares if there's a war going on? Gan, you idiot," he cursed himself. Looking up, he gulped as the very brawny looking lioness looked at him and made kissing noises at him. Deciding it was time for a tactical retreat, he stood up and reached into his bag for some gold. Sensing its master needed money fast; the bag opened up and began to spill out gold. The bar fell silent as all eyes turned towards the fox and his pack that was brimming with gold.
Sensing something change in the air, the T-rex looked up and followed everyone's gaze to the heavy bag and the scared looking fox. Waffe cursed in his native tongue and pushed his plate aside. Almost as one being, the bar collapsed towards the bag, trying to get to it first. But any that tried to touch it got a nasty surprise as lightning crackled from the pack to their groping hands. Knowing their next idea would be to kill the fox and take the container for themselves, Waffe stood up and grabbed his chair with a strong hand. The saurian had to crouch since the rafters were just over six feet in height and he stood at seven. Moving forward as if he were just taking a slow stroll through the bar, Waffe lifted the chair up to avoid a table. Planting a foot, he swung his improvised weapon and slammed it into a wolf that was leaping towards the fray with a dagger. Giving a yelp, the lupine tumbled backwards and bounced off a table before hitting the ground. Dropping the broken chair, the saurian waded into the knot of bodies and began to brawl.
Yelps and cries of pain filled the air as the large male took his time in peeling one person away from the cluster before hitting them and tossing his victim away. He wasn't trying to kill anyone; just wanting to get them away from the fox before the poor fool got himself killed. One of the people spotted the large fist coming towards them and ducked under the grab before coming up with a knife. The rat's blade stabbed into the T-rex's cloak and tugged up as the rodent tried to disembowel him. The rogue's sneer turned into a look of horror as the much larger male looked down at his belly and growled before closing his paw around the thug's throat and lifting him up. The smaller male gasped and grabbed at the thick wrist, dropping his weapon as he was lifted up into the air, going higher and higher until his feet dangled uselessly beneath him. At this angle, he could see the dull glint of chain mail armor under the robe. He tried to wheeze out a curse before the hand holding onto his neck twisted sharply. A burning pain shot through his head and a crack filled his ears. Wondering what that was, his body went limp, his eyes staring at Waffe as the larger male tossed him into a group of people that were moving towards the fight.
Looking back down, he saw a bushy tail sticking out from under a lioness and a tiger. Grabbing the lioness and jerking her up, he was a bit surprised to find her topless, her breasts having been pressed against the fox's face in an attempt to either smother or seduce the male. Pushing the drunken female backwards, he turned his attention back to the fox as she tumbled over a couple bodies. Grabbing the fox, Waffe winced as he grabbed the strings to the bag, lifting both the mage and the item up. The large male was surprised when it didn't shock him, but pushed it aside as he tossed the unconscious vulpine over his shoulder and looked for an exit. Fate provided him with one as the tiger leapt to his feet and drew a short blade. Grabbing the striped male by the wrist as he made an awkward swipe with his blade, Waffe tossed him through the door and followed through his wake. A few people tried to get in his way, but the T-rex dropped his shoulder and just shoved them aside as he headed out into the night air.
Waffe didn't slow down as he made a turn to head towards the stables. His bags were out there, stored in one of the bins where they kept customer's tack. He could hear the fight raging inside the inn, but he could also hear a few follow him out into the night. Grabbing the handle to the bin with his stuff in it, he literally ripped it the door off its hinges, tossing it at the doorway before grabbing his heavy pack and hefting it up. Turning back towards the door, he saw a bear with a large club blocking the way; "Just give me the fox and his bag and there'll be no trouble." Looking at him, the Rex gave a sharp whistle and stepped back some. With his hands full, he couldn't draw a weapon from his pack without dropping the fox. The bear advanced on them as something crashed through the paddock outside the stables. Turning to look at it, the mercenary cried out as a war-horse got on its hind legs and flailed its hooves at him. Waffe moved as the bear fell backwards, stepping right on his gut as he moved out the door. The horse backed up to let its master out, trotting alongside the saurian as Waffe threw the packs over its back. Not even bothering to tie the packs yet, he tossed Gan up there as well and began to run. The horse broke into a jarring gallop as it ran to keep up with the T-rex as Waffe built up speed. For his size, the Rex could run fairly fast and keep up the pace for a while. Now he used his speed and endurance to head towards the forest and away from the fight.
Gan groaned as he started to come to, his head throbbing with a dull ache. The last thing he remembered was a large fist coming at his face then the sounds of a fight around him. It took him a few moments to remember what had started the fight and he jerked up to look around. The fox only got halfway before his head screamed in pain and he yelped, falling back down. A shape lifted up and moved over, its form blocking out the light from the campfire. Afraid it was some mercenary that had grabbed him to try and get him to give up the secrets of the bag, Gan lifted his paws in weak defense. A deep voice grumbled, "Not gonna hurt you, drink this, make you feel better." A large paw curled under his head and lifted the fox up, bringing the sharp scent of Willowbark tea to his nose. Wrinkling his muzzle, the fox drank it down anyway and tried to ignore the taste. Despite its flavor, which was regularly compared to horse urine, Gan knew the brew was good for headaches and fever. And sure enough, after a couple gulps, he was able to sit up and take the cup away from the figure to finish it himself.
Waffe was sitting across from the fire, running a whetstone over the edge of a large axe. He had finally stopped a couple miles outside of town and set up a small camp. The fox mage had taken a nasty bump on the head and been knocked out cold. Which gave the rex more than enough time to get a hatchet, collect some wood for a fire, build a lean-to for the bags, and brew up a kettle of Willowbark tea. When he heard Gan start to wake up, he grabbed the pot of tea off the stones next to the fire and pours it into a mug. Moving over to the fox, he spoke softly, "Not gonna hurt you, drink this, make you feel better." Holding the smaller male and the drink until the fox took it away, Waffe murred. Stepping back, he waited until his guest finished his mug of Willowbark before offering a mug of real tea. Gan made a face at first, but after that first sip he let out a murr at the flavor as it spread warmth through his body.
Looking up at the male that saved him, Gan nearly gagged on his drink. The T-rex was massive; Waffe had taken off his cloak and armor, leaving him in just a pair of padded leather pants and his bare skin. The fox's eyes traveled over the sculpted form, admiring the muscle tone. But the fighter's body was as frightening as it was alluring. His form was a road map of scars mixed in with darker streaks that highlighted parts of his body and made it appear as if he wore war paint favored by some 'savage' clans. And everything about this male screamed that he was savage, but that only aroused the fox. Blushing as he felt his sheath swelling up under his robe, the mage cleared his throat, "Thank you for saving me." Waffe gave a grunt and nodded some as he leaned back against a tree, watching the fire with half-lidded eyes.
He could feel his heart pounding in his throat as he slipped out of the covers and put them back in place. Sliding over slowly, he kept his eye on the much larger male in case Waffe didn't like what he was doing. Moving over slowly, he could feel the Rex's eyes on him as he murred softly. Blushing, he thought about how he looked right now. Since he was a mage and detested fighting, his body lacked almost any muscle mass. Combined with his slight build made him look very feminine. And here he was, walking towards this larger male that he knew nothing about with sex on his mind, he must be crazy. Sitting down in front of the saurian, he murred; "Let me thank you for saving me. My name is Gandolf T. White, but I go by Gan most of the time."
The Rex grunted, "I'm called Waffe," and watched curiously as the smaller male ran his paws over his chest. His breathing was very steady as those silky furred paws slipped down his trunk, tracing around his well-defined muscles. He wasn't a stranger to sex with other males, but it had been a while since he had participated in such an act.
Gan breathed in the other male's earthy scent and moaned, "Gods, you are so sexy." as his paws made their way down to Waffe's waistline. Slipping around, he undid the ties that held the pants together and tugged it open. The larger male shifted, making the fox jerk back in fright, his fur bristling up. But to his relief, the Rex was only moving to slip his pants down before taking his seat again. This time his legs shifted to spread out and rest on either side of the smaller male. Now Gan had free access to the prize he sought, the Rex's male slit. It was almost like a female's slit, but turned 90 degrees so it lay horizontal instead of vertical. Leaning in, he ran his tongue over it softly and was rewarded with a soft moan from the large male. Taking that as encouragement, Gan moved in and started to lap eagerly at the opening as it bulged out, the cock behind it getting harder.
Gan let out a murr as the muscled around the male's slit began to pull back and open it up. Within seconds Waffe's limp cock was released from its home, the slit parting further to let a heavy set of balls drop out as well. The fox gasped and nosed at them, breathing in their rich scent as the Rex groaned softly. Wrapping a delicate paw around the cock, he found himself enthralled with it as he pumped the rod steadily. It was thick already, even though it wasn't fully firm, and in the back of his mind he wondered if he could take this thing up his tailhole. Shrugging, he decided he'd make it fit, even if it took some work to get it stuffed in. Leaning his head down, Gan wrapped his muzzle around the head and let his tongue start to lash over the first couple inches.
Waffe let out a soft gasp and closed his eyes as his head tilted back to rest against the tree. It had been a long time without anything more than his paw to offer relief, and this fox was talented. His heart began to drum faster as it rushed to fill his lance with the blood needed to make it as hard as steel and ready for the joust. Arching his back a little as the fox's muzzle wrapped around his cock and that tongue brushed against the underside of his cock head made him groan low in his throat. He could feel the first bit of pre for the night rolling up his shaft and into the male's waiting muzzle.
The fox moaned as his tongue brushed against the bottom of the spear. Cupping it with his tongue, he started to move his head up and down. The pole was big and thick, his lips stretching around the dark skinned member as his tongue stroked it wildly. Already his efforts were rewarded, as he tasted that salty pre on his tongue. Gripping the base of the shaft, he started to pump it as his muzzle worked what he could into his muzzle. Pricking his ears forward, he listened to the larger male groan and pant as his arbalest was worked over by the slutty fox. Gan blushed under his fur as he thought of himself as slutty, but it only served to arouse him further. Shifting around between Waffe's legs, he could feel his own cock dribbling and staining his robe. Pulling his muzzle off he panted for some breath, his warm breath washing over the wet cock. "If I suck you off, will you be able to go another round?" Looking up, he felt his heart (and tail) leap for joy as the male nodded and let out a soft moan.
Leaning back down, he kept his tail lifted up high as his muzzle dove back down onto the waiting cock. Waffe let out a gasp and rocked his hips some as that warm maw eagerly took his cock back in. Watching, he was impressed as the fox moved his paw lower and lower, his muzzle moving to meet it with each bob. The fox wanted to see how much of the ten-inch length he could take, pushing his muzzle further and further down on the pike. It wasn't long before the mage could feel it nudging against the back of his throat. Taking a breath and steeling himself, the fox pushed his head down the rod slowly, his eyes tearing up slightly as he suppressed his gag reflex, feeling the rod slipping in his throat. The Rex groaned and arched his hips up as the fox's nose pressed against his slit. Moaning, he closed his eyes as that tongue ran over his base and underside, his tip getting milked by the male's throat.
Arching his back up, he started to huff as Gan pulled his muzzle back and began to focus on just the first couple inches. Bobbing his head quickly, he worked his paw over the vein-covered shaft. By now the cock was getting ready to give up its load, dripping larger amounts of pre for the male to lap up eagerly. Waffe gripped the ground, his fingers digging into the dirt, as he panted heavily through his nostrils. Jerking and bucking his hips, he let out a low growl as his sac tightened up. The growl bubbled up from deep in his chest before breaking loose of his muzzle as a feral-sounding roar. As the roar erupted from his muzzle, his arbalest began to fire its bolts of salty cream into the waiting maw. Gan held just the tip in his muzzle and tried to drink down the flood of seed, but he couldn't keep up and some began to leak from his lips and down onto his paw and the shaft. Waffe huffed and jerked his hips, feeling his climax being drawn out by the slutty fox that was so eager for his essence. But the vulpine couldn't keep up and pulled his head off with a gasp, his face getting a couple stripes of white as the cock spurted its last bit. Moaning, he settled back as his cock finished giving up its first load for the night. Gan removed his maw from the thick flesh; he started to clean up his hand and the saurian's crotch. And even though it had just erupted, the spire of flesh stood ready for another round. It gave a couple slight throbs as Waffe calmed down and smiled at the fox. "Ready when you are, Tail raiser."
Gan blushed hotly at that nickname, his ears pinning back, but he loved it. Standing up in front of this stranger that he just gave a blowjob, the fox stripped off his ripped and torn clothing. He just wore a cloak, shirt, and trousers, and in no time they were on the ground next to the pair, leaving him standing in just his russet colored fur with a raging erection sticking out of his sheath. "Wait, I have something in my bag that will help." Waffe nodded towards the lean-to, his eyes watching the fox's rear as the other male walked over there. Gan's hips bumped and swayed with each step, his tail swishing behind him as it remained lifted up high. Getting on all fours, he looked into the crude shelter and immediately saw his bag sitting next to the T-rex's packs. Tugging his bag towards him, he opened it up and pulled out a vial of some clear liquid. He wasn't sure where it came from, but it proved to be quite slick and good for a sexual lubricant. But his curiosity got the best of him and the mage peeked inside the larger male's pack. Inside were sets of weapons as well as armor, all neatly packed? His eyes went wide, as he looked at the small armory before backing up. If this male wanted him dead there were a dozen ways he could do so, but why hadn't he?
Moving back over, he murrs softly at Waffe before holding up the vial, "Gold isn't the only thing that bag holds." Kneeling down again, he took the thick shaft in his paw and gave it a couple strokes as he tugged the stopper out of the vial with his teeth. Dropping it down to the ground for now, he dribbled some of the cool stuff on the Rex's hot cock. Waffe gave a short gasp of breath as that slick stuff dribbled over his cock and let the fox's paw began to move easier over his rod. "Why didn't you kill me for that bag? Everyone else in that place was more than willing to." He handed the lube to Waffe, "Would you get some on my tailhole?"
Taking the vial, Waffe dribble some onto his fingers and felt its slickness between his thumb and forefinger. He mumbled in his deep voice, "Why would I? For some gold and a bag with some good party tricks? I have all that I need." Applying some more to his finger, he grabbed the fox and pulled him close with a smile. Moving his other paw back behind the mage, he let his fingers trace up and down the smaller male's crack. Gan shivered and let out a moan as that thick finger rubbed between his furry cheeks, his tail lifting higher. Tilting his head down, the Rex let his serpent-like tongue snake out to stroke the other male's cock slowly, brushing over its length as his finger wiggled around the waiting star. Pushing his paws against the other male's head, the fox arched his back and let out a moan as that thick finger worked the lube around his bud and teased his cock. Then that finger eased into his rear, and he was thankful that the saurian male had short, dulled claws as they worked into his body. "This stuff works good." Pulling his finger out, he tugged down on the furred rump.
Gan nodded and panted heavily, his cock and knot visible outside of his sheath now as he knelt down. Waffe guided him down to sit on the thick tip of the fighter's javelin, moaning like a little cock whore. His body tensed up slowly as his breath came in short pants, feeling that pole pushing up into his rear slowly. He huffed softly before that tip popped into his tailhole, making him yip in pleasure. The saurian let out a low groan and arched his body up before pushing the fox down further. Gan panted happily; his tail waving behind him as he eagerly pushed his body down to get as much of that cock inside him as he could. Sure it was a little painful as it stretched his rear open, but each bit that slipped into his body pressed firmly against his prostate. Moaning, his paws gripped Waffe's shoulder as the Rex stood up, the fox gasping as his rump tapped against the male's base. Turning around, the fighter grinned as he pressed the smaller male's back to the tree he had been leaning against.
Reaching over his head, the fox grabbed onto a pair of branches that were in reach. He felt so tall, sitting on this large dino's stick. His legs wrap loosely around Waffe's waist before the male pulled back and pushed in again. Gan let out a gasp and tossed his head back, his body already trembling at the pleasure that shot through his system with each motion of the Rex's cock. The larger male was being gentle at first, pumping his hips slowly and working up to driving his full length in and out. The vulpine's rod was leaking pre onto his belly as his prostate was stimulated almost constantly. His chest heaving as he drew in frantic gulps of air. Waffe's sac thumped against the male's rump with a steady swatting noise as they began to rut there in the forest.
Arching his back and emitting short barking noises, Gan knew he wouldn't last long as his knot swelled up quickly and began to spurt pre over his belly. Leaning over him, Waffe used one paw to hold up the mage as his other braced himself against the tree. His powerful body was slamming forward and back, making the vulpine move with each mighty thrust. Normally he could last a lot longer, but the noises that this fox under him was making and the sheer tightness of the hole gripping his cock was just overwhelming. A low growl bubbled in his chest as his body slammed against Gan's rump, jarring him into the tree as his cock dribbled pre into the waiting tunnel.
Only a couple thrusts later, Gan's spine arched as he let out the fox's classic cry of; "Yiff!" as his cock began to erupt. His white seed splattered over his belly and the Rex's thick hide as they grunted. Waffe looked down at the strange noise the vulpine was making and just smirked as he realized it was a cry of pleasure. But his smirk soon vanished as the tailhole clamped around his cock hard with each spurt of fox-cum that splashed over their bodies. He only managed to get a couple more pumps into the smaller male's form before he arched his back and let out another bellow. His thick spunk fired from his rod and began to flood the mage's rear passage. The two of them panted and huffed as they pressed against each other, riding out their climaxes. Waffe let out a low murr and looked down as he heard a soft rattling noise coming from his companion. It took him a moment to realize what it was, a chuckle rumbling up from his chest. The fox had passed out and was snoring lightly. Cupping Gan's body, he walked over to the bedding and lay down on it, the fox resting on top of him. Letting out a low, almost purring noise, Waffe licked his own cum off the fox's head before it set into his fur too much. Smiling, he let out a large yawn as his eyes closed and he drifted to sleep.
The morning light woke the fox as its brightness washed over his face and warmed his fur up. Murring, he stretched out and winced at the sore feeling of his stretched tailhole. That soreness reminded him of the T-rex that saved his life then fucked him silly. Sitting up, he looked around and smiled as he saw the warrior sitting next to the fire, running a finger over the chains connected to some large weight. "You sure woke up early." Waffe just smirked and nodded at the fire, where a pot was bubbling with some thick porridge inside it. Scurrying over, Gan scooped out a bowl and began to eat. When he had devoured half the bowl, he looked up and cleared his throat; "So where do you plan to head?"
Waffe looked up and ran the chains through his fingers for a moment; "I go where the roads take me."
Gan blushed, his ears pinning back; "Do you think that the roads may take you where I'm going?"
The Rex grinned and chuckled, "I think they just might. You do still owe me for saving your tail." He winked and stood up, moving to grab his bags. Even though the fox knew that the much larger male would use him for sex, he could feel his tail waving at the thought of it. This might be the best trip ever.