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The Beastridden

Knuckle walked through the waste, a dead area filled with only dust and scattered stone spires. His brown fur and red and black knee-lenth shorts made him a subdued beacon for attention, but he was alone, out here in the barren and jagged landscape. He didn't know where he was going, or what he was going to do when he got somewhere with other people. He was hungry, and in need of a shower. He kept his gaze low, and his ears open to subconsciously scan for any unseen assailants. He walked on, traveling a distance that the bare waste maintained with monotony. He had been without food for longer than he remembered, and his stomach felt so small inside his body.

After a longer while, when he walked maybe another few miles, he happened across a few people. Three larger males and and a shorter one, with the taller three surrounding the other.

"It seems somethin's a-goin' on.. Maybe they got some chow they can spare" he muttered, his country drawl putting a smile on his weathered wolven face. Hopeful for a handout, he scratched his neck and broke into a -very- light jog. He focused on the group and identified them.

"Three bears, an' an otter." He said aloud, to no one. One bear shoved the otter from behind. Knuckle sped up a bit. Two of the bears grabbed one arm and leg of the otter each, and drug him to the ground, restraining him. The remaining bear's hands fumbled at his trousers, and when one of the bear's paws vanished into his pants, Knuckle broke into an all-out sprint, running-full tilt.

The otter was aghast, frozen in fear as he was easily overtaken. The bear still standing drooled as he played with his equipment, grinning evilly and lustfully as he coaxed a full erection forth. The other bears gulped, their blood heating as they assisted in their partner's deviance. -They can't be serious! This an't be happening to me!- the otter thought, frantic. He struggled, but he stopped when a brown wolf appeared to the bear's right and fired a left elbow right into his stubby muzzle. The bear reeled back, blood and fangs flying through the air as the wolf then placed a seemingly gentle palm on the bear's stomach. The bear then flew back with great force, skiddding to a rough stop on the ground. With a grunt, the bear looked at his attacker and gasped at the realization of the distance the wolf put between him and his would-be prey. It happened so fast that the two remaining bears hadn't noticed their friend's disappearance, but froze when they heard the wolf speak.

"You can let him go" Knuckle said gruffly. The bears looked up and their eyes widened, suddenly aware of the difference between them and this newcomer from nowhere. With a grunt of determination, one bear let the otter go entirely, and the other grabbed him in a hold. The unencumbered bear drew a dagger with his right, and held it in a reverse wield as he made a slashing attack at the wolf. Knuckle turned to grab the bear's wrist and flipped him over his shoulder easily, taking the knife in his own hand. The bear grunted as the wind was knocked from his lungs rather forcefully, and then roared in pain as the knife found its way deep into his chest. Blood spurted onto Knuckle's hand, and he stood to face the bear that had a hostage. Knuckle raised an eyebrow when he saw a knife to the otter's throat, and he slowly walked to them. The last bear, frantic with uncertainty spoke up.

"D-don't come any closer! I'll kill him, I swear!" he said, a trambling paw holding the knife. Knuckle nodded, still approaching the two.

"Yeah, yeah, Ah get it." Knuckle said.

"But say, what'll happen to ya after that, huh? Say Ah'm... feelin a bit sore 'cause you offed this kid. What am Ah prone to do to ya?" Knuckle said, now a few feet from the bear. He nodded and winked at the otter who was too scared to speak.

"Ah'll have ya down in a sec 'lil buddy. Unless he drops you when Ah tell him to." he said, looking at the bear darkly. The bear didn't move. Knuckle nodded.

"Okay, okay..." he said before he took off in a flash, pinching the blade between two fingers as he was already right in front of them. The bear jerked the knife hard, viciously trying to open the otter's throat. Knuckle looked a bit disappointed, and with a simple flick of his wrist disarmed him and tossed the knife. It flew off, and it was a while before it landed. the bear panicked and shoved the held-captive otter out of his grasp to escape, and Knuckle calmly caught him by the shoulders. He turned and set him on his feet gently, his back to the bear before grabbing his right fist with his left hand, and tugged until his arms bulged with muscle and power. The bear took another seemingly slow step, and when Knuckle's fist felt like it was going to be torn free he let go.

"Hey man, you forgot somethin!" he roared as the bear turned to look back before being struck by a fist that flew like a meteor. The bear's lower jaw instantly shattered and gave way. He gurgled in pain as his jaw was flung clear, and Knuckle kept spinning to deliver a double-fist punch to his chest and stomach to finish the job. The bear also flew backwards with the impact and skidded across the ground at least twenty feet. Knuckle popped his neck, and the otter turned around from hearing the ghastly sounds of cracks and splatters. He looked calm at first, actually thankful for this stranger's intervention. But the bear didn't move. And as the otter looked, he saw the devastation the stranger inflicted. The bear's mouth was mangled, badly. He looked for his not-so-savior, who was searching the bodies.

"Hey! What are you doing?! Don't rob them!" he shouted as Knuckle was knelt near one, his arms crossed over his bare chest in disappointment.

"Hey man" Knuckle said over his shoulder.

"You got anythang ta eat?" he questioned of the otter, who jumped back in surprise.

"Food? I don't have any food for a brigand! Have some respect for the dead!" he shouted a little defiantly. Knuckle shook his head and stood, and the otter felt a little sick at his words and the sight of the jawless bear. Knuckle took his time, and strode to another unconscious bear and searched him. When his search came up empty, he collapsed to the ground with his legs crossed and his ears low. The otter watched over a distance, and felt a little sympathy for his not-so-savior.

"I have...a few rations, mainly nuts and berries, if you'd li-" He stopped when Knuckle was suddenly in front of him, with a big grin across his muzzle. Knuckle held his hand out demurely, his grin softening into a smile.

"Please?" Knuckle said, catching the otter off guard. The thought crossed the otter's mind that if this wandering monster of a wolf wanted something, he would and could just take it.

"My name is Jonas, and thank you..." the otter said shyly as he fished out a large pouch with barely half of its contents remaining. He dumped a decent handful into Knuckle's hand and smiled when the wolf's face lit up.

"Jonas huh? Call me Knuckle." he said before greedily devouring all his awarded food. He chewed for a bit and swallowed hard. Jonas blushed as he noticed how handsome the brown wolf actually was. He was decently muscled, tall and slim with eyes a softer brown. His tail was bushy and dusty. Jonas let Knuckle finish licking his mouth clean before he spoke.

"These three had it in their heads to rape me, thank you again." Jonas whispered. Knuckle scoffed, smiling at the truth revealed, even though the actions didn't betray the situation at all.

"Ain't nothin rapeable about ya! That is..." Knuckle trailed off to inspect the otter, or the parts he could see at least. He was robed with a small golden brooch across his chest, with dark brown fur on his face with blue eyes behind glasses. He had a youthful vibe emanating from his soft features, one that Knuckle was instantly comfortable with.

"Kinda cute, ain't ya?" Knuckle said when he finished walking around the confused otter, sniffing his personal zone occasionally.

"Of course you're gonna get raped when you look like you're some kinda prostitute.." he said. Jonas blushed deeply in embarrassment. He quickly found an untraveled avenue of conversation, so he took that path.

"Where are you headed?" Jonas asked. Knuckle looked out into the distance and shrugged.

"Any where's better than here" Knuckle responded. Jonas confusedly smiled as he found Knuckle's country drawl interesting.

"Where are you from Knuckle? Not from around here, I can tell that much..." the otter asked. Knuckle rubbed the back of his neck with a smile.

"Ah'm from a corner of the Great East Lake." he said, rather proudly. Jonas looked a bit more confused.

"You're from all the way out there??? Wow... That's quite a distance.." The two didn't notice that they started walking while they conversed, sharing themselves with one another comfortably. Jonas took the lead, and Knuckle followed patiently.

"Where ya headed little guy?" Knuckle asked earnestly. Jonas fumed inwardly at the harmless name-calling.

"I'm headed to Starline. I am to be an attending priest in the Grand Monarch's coronation." Jonas said with a smile. Knuckle's eyes grew in amusement, nodding at the apparent honor of the ceremony.

"You're a priest huh?" Jonas nodded and kept walking, his head low.

"Yes, I was an orphan. But the head abbot took me in, with more children every year after. I wasn't suited for the spear.." Jonas trailed off. He drew his brooch from his robe and held it in his webbed hand, and it flashed faintly before a red comet trailed up it to another shining spot, revealing their path.

"This way." Jonas said with a point.

After a longer while with much more walking, Knuckle found he was glad to have stumbled across a near-rape, for it made his day a lot easier. And the otter wasn't bad company, especially since he knew where he was heading. It was shortly after sunset, with the darkness merely present instead of imposing. The stars were out and bright, giving the area a sense and scene of peace. Knuckle and Jonas had found a portion of petrified wood and made camp close by, with a modest campfire and skewered frogs. Both played their part in providing for the night, and things went smoothly between them. There was more conversation of course, as well as dwindling personal space between them. Jonas's trust in Knuckle was real, but cautious.

After they had eaten their fill and layed down near one side of the stone tree, Jonas shivered in the open air. They had slept close to one another, two arms lengths away for Jonas's comfort and security. But Knuckle opened his eyes and saw him there, so he slid closer. He hugged the otter close and Jonas settled in, snuggling against his chest. And they drifted off, under the stars.

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Knuckle's eyes opened in a flash, with an ache in his balls that only grew worse. He grunted and sat up carefully, not wanting to disturb Jonas. But this ache would have its way, and Knuckle growled in pain. He grabbed himself and tugged his pair down, hoping to stem the ache away as he got to his feet. He took labored steps, sighting a spire a good distance away from camp and staggered to it. He collapsed against it and pulled his shorts to his knees, letting his balls hang free as he tried to coax an erection forth. His balls screamed and he growled in pain, frantically searching his mind for something to help him relieve himself and sooth this ache.

"Fuck, fuck, fuck, fuck, fuck..." He remembered a pig he mounted once, but his shaft didn't respond. He thought of friends with helpful paws, and his dick twitched. He grabbed his sheath and squeezed it, making his tip poke from the mouth and a single drop of pre emerged. The ache roared louder and usurpped his attention, and his mind boiled as this pain was furious. He stroked himself calmly, huffing with each pound of his fist. Lapines, cervines, bovines... He ran through an exhaustive amount of memory before he found he wished a smaller paw was on his large shaft, and he thought reluntantly of Jonas, who slept dreamlessly in the cool night air. His shaft throbbed and Knuckle excitedly fanticized, his erection growing more and more plump. For a while he beat off, thinking delicious and depraved thoughts until he felt a sharp tingle and a surge of beastly power. He growled and grunted as he stroked, his efforts temporarily knocking the pain back. One more blinding flash of pain was all Knuckle felt before his dick lurched, and he squeezed his dense knot like a vice before the pressure blasted his load against the rock's surface with immense pressure. It penetrated several layers in before spilling out onto his leg and to his foot, and waves upon waves of relief settled gently onto his shoulders, his mind slowly clearing like lifting fog.

"Phew... Ain't qui-" Knuckle dropped to his knees in mid sentence before a roar and a wave of beast-ridden power left him, kicking up dust and wind as it dissipated harmlessly. Knuckle fell to his back and panted, his dick still in his hand.

"Heh, shouldn'ta spoke so soon..." he said. He looked at the mess before him and smiled, impressed with himself. He got to his knees again and picked up handfuls of dust to absorb the moisture on his shorts leg and his hand, rubbing the wetness away. When he was satisfied with his afterglow, he made his way back to camp. He layed next to Jonas and again the young otter shivered. Knuckle once more brought him into his embrace, and nuzzled between the otter's ears softly before returning to an uninterrupted sleep.

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The Next Morning-

Jonas awoke to the scent of eggs grilling on a flat stone. He sat up, his stomach directing his attention to Knuckle who was attending the fire. Knuckle looked at him with a smile.

"Howdy! Ah woke up first, so Ah went and found us chow. You MIGHT not like 'em, but these eggs are PACKED with stuff ta keep ya goin." With a flash of his arm Knuckle lifted one sunny-side up egg patty and tossed it Jonas's way. The otter caught it in a modest display of dexterity, and quickly dropped it on his belly in otter fashion. He waved his fingers to cool them as the patty slowly sizzled itself cool enough to eat. Knuckle snatched his patty off the blazing-hot stone and ate it calmly, while Jonas looked on stunned. -Isn't that hot? He's very tough...- he thought while he slowly ate portions of his. The taste was bland; the only seasonings provided were from the stone itself. Knuckle smiled as he gave Jonas a thumbs-up, and came back to sit down next to his companion.

"Whenever you're ready." Knuckle said calmly, laying back with his arms behind his head.

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It was much later in the day that Jonas and Knuckle found themselves looking at the cityscape of the grand and gilded city of Starline, already beginning to take on its namesake of glittering steeples. Jonas smiled in excitement, and Knuckle pumped a fist in the air.

"Fuckin' FINALLY!" the wolf exclaimed, and with a playful snarl he hefted the otter over his shoulder.

"What are you doing?!" Jonas cried, suddenly hoisted as if he were nothing more than the clothing he had on.

"Expedition!" Knuckle barked as he took off, holding the otter in a sure grip before bolting at a speed that made Jonas queasy and uneasy.

"Whooooooooah! Ssssssloooow dooooooown!" Jonas yelped, the scenery a blur. And as soon as he fought his discomfort away they were there, at the front gate with more people who stood in line while guards searched them. Knuckle set Jonas on his feet and hurried the poor otter into line where they waited, while Knuckle rubbed Jonas's shoulders soothingly.

"Easy now, we're here little buddy." Knuckle said cooly, while Jonas shook the dizziness out of his eyes. The guards were an assortment of bears and rhinos armed with spades, and clad in heavy armor. Aside from the guards checking the pilgrims and travelers, there were two... Jonas shook his head and rubbed his eyes. Right in front of Knuckle and himself a living legend stood, with a female. They had canine features, with reddish-brown fur and dirty spots all around the male's neck. He wore elegant clothing, with billowing purple pants tied off at his ankles, and a black robe with maroon bands towards the ends of each sleeve. He had a sword at his side, and Jonas identified it as a curved bastard sword. While Jonas saw this man as a figure of authority, Knuckle viewed him with an estranged sense of familiarity. The female wore a slim white robe with various bangles, with green eye shadow. The guards approached the two and surrounded them.

"Papers, or any type of documentation?" the lead rhino repeated to him. The warrior took a deep breath...

"I am Senryul Bander, master swordsman!" The guards knelt suddenly, with looks of surprise. Jonas's face lit up when he heard his name aloud, confirming his own suspicions. Knuckle raised an eyebrow.

"I am here to support the new priest as his bodyguard. After he's been coronated of course." Senryul said, while he and his woman had smug faces. Knuckle frowned. The guards let them through, and it was just the wolf and otter left. The guards stood by while the leader approached them, his spade held in one hand.

"Papers, or any type of documentation?" the lead rhino asked Jonas, the rhino towering over the not-so-short otter. Knuckle took a step forward when Jonas began to tremble, but Knuckle's hand on his shoulder calmed him.

"I'm a part of the new priest's coronation. This is Knuckle, my bodyguard." Jonas said calmly with a smile. The rhino and Knuckle both looked shocked, and Jonas held up his pendant.

"This is my proof of position." he said. The rhino looked at the ground with a sigh, and waved to the guards back at the city's entrance.

"Let them through..." he muttered. The guards stood aside, revealing the entrance to the city with no further obstructions. And with their destination before them, they entered the crystal-gilded city of Starline.