Dealing with the Gypsies
There
is nothing more frustrating than putting a lot of work into something and then
having it stolen away from you a piece at a time. Ever since the horde of gypsies had moved
into the area, my belongings were disappearing faster than good wine at a
wedding feast. As a tax paying member of
the realm, I was furious that something wasn't being done. I finally went into
town and took the matter up with the magistrate. He was none too helpful. "Look
Cornelius, we would love to do something about it. But the law is very
carefully worded to protect strangers who might not know the rules. Besides, we
have jailed some of them before and they make such a mess and racket while
being held that the constable finally gave up and let them go." "This
is bullshit your honor!" The old
badger knit his fingers together and stared down his nose at me. "I agree! But
there is nothing I can do. My paws are literally tied in this." He shuffled
though a book and jotted down a few lines. "Here. This law was passed over a
hundred years ago. People tend to forget it's on the books. I'd suggest you
read it and memorize it. You may find it helpful in dealing with them in the
future." I took
the slip of paper and stomped out, slamming the great door behind me. If it
wasn't tied down, I was losing it to these thieves. I went to a small tavern,
ordered a pint or two and sat down to read this note. "Be it known, from
this date forward, that when confronted with lawlessness not able to be
properly dealt with by the kingdom and it's agents, a legitimate landowner may,
under certain conditions, defend his property in any manner he finds suitable,
until such time as the kingdom responds to said threat with swift and immediate
action." I knew
where that passage was from. It was from an old declaration of war. It allowed individuals
the right to protect their property from ransacking during tumultuous times. As
of today, we hadn't had a war in decades. How was this passage supposed to help
me? I mean, quite honestly, the country would have to declare war before this
would even apply. That is..." I smiled as I finished my third pint before paying
my tab and leaving to return home. Now I'm
a bit of an inventor. I mostly tinker, but a few of my creations I actually
sold for a profit. All the money I could get went into my house and grounds. I
lost my wife to the plague a few years ago, and it was my intention to keep the
place as it was, if not better, on the day she died. It was bigger than I
needed, this old house, with rooms for a dozen wolf cubs. We never got the
chance to start our family. And now, there were those who were out there
stealing it away, a piece at a time. I knew
a few things about my antagonists. Some were built like me, on a reduced scale.
The footprints in the garden looked a lot like mine, only smaller...sometimes a
lot smaller. So I set snares here and there, rigged with bells. When they got
tangled, I'd know it. Since they came mostly at night, I got some rest during
the early evening and then set watch. I threw
on the black robe I had worn to my dear wife's funeral and sat as still as a
rock. Eventually I heard rustling, and then, all at once, multiple ringing.
From the sounds of it, someone had tripped a trap, which spooked the others
into doing the same. I would be content with capturing just one. I found
the closest of the intruders, and while I couldn't see well in the moonlight, I
could tell where the neck was. I clamped on a collar and secured the line to a
tree. By the time I was done I had three of the little cretins. And cretin is
being nice, because I was then confronted with dealing with their teeth and
claws. It was a good thing the rope tying them had been crafted by me, because
it had metal wire inside. Otherwise they would have gnawed their way loose in
no time. I
grabbed a thick branch and knocked one of them silly. I was normally a pretty
calm guy, for my species, but you simply didn't mess with my stuff. I grabbed the rope
and dragged the little shit into the house. I quickly tied him down and
returned for the rest. By the time I was done I had all three in one room. I
purposely moved the little cots I had built in expectation of future family
into my bedroom. I struck a match and lit the lamps.
The noise from these intruders was getting to be close to deafening. I turned to look
at them and sadly shook my head. Two were foxes and one was a ferret. I almost
felt bad knowing full well that they were hardly adults. Even a full grown fox
was only the size of an adolescent wolf. Ferrets were smaller still. And I'm
talking adults. "Well,
you little creeps. What do you have to say for yourselves?" One particularly
feisty one tore against his bonds. "You can't touch us! If the law can't touch
us, you can't touch us!" I
smiled as I drew off my boots. "The law can
touch you. It has chosen for the moment to not deal with you, because even in
the realm of criminals, you and your kind are the lowest. So instead, I have
been given permission to deal with you as I see fit, because you trespassed on my
property, which in my eyes makes you an invading force. So I have declared war
on you, and as the saying goes, all is fair in love and war." The
little gypsy boy was still fighting his bonds all the while cursing, both in
our language and his own. The boots dropped to the floor, as did my trousers.
You see, I figured I'd never get the stuff back that they stole, so I was going
to need to have war reparations instead. Sadly for these kids, I knew their
kind well enough to know that the adults would consider them to be collateral
damage. That meant that as of this moment, they belonged to me. I
pulled off my shirt and stretched my muscles. Sitting still out in the cool damp air
had been a chore. Now it was time to stretch them and give them a proper
workout. I was a
pretty typical wolf, but in my youth had been engaged in all kinds of fun
activities. My mates and I would abscond with a few bottles of wine, sneak to
the woods, and have ourselves a little party. We would drink until we were on
the silly side of reason, strip and then engage in all sorts of depravity. I
was older and wiser now, but having been denied the comfort of a wife, my loins
where feeling like they were back in the same condition as they were in my
youth. The
mouthy fox was the first one I grabbed, hauling his pants down to his calves.
Because I had him secured at all four corners, they stopped before reaching his
manacled ankles. It would be far enough for now. I grabbed a little jar of balm
and rubbed it on my cock. I climbed aboard and grabbed his tail. I think it was
at that moment that he realized that he was really in trouble. So did the other
two, because I had the beds arranged so that the occupants could see one
another. The
little mouthy one started back pedaling, apologizing for the stuff he had done.
His apology flowed like a geyser right up until I shoved the head of my cock
into his ass. Then he erupted into a volcano of epitaphs. That was, of course, in between his screams. As
youths, our cocks were more matched to our bodies. A teen on teen was no big
deal. Not only was there an age difference here, there was a species
difference. So this little fox was about the size of a wolf youngster. I never
would have done such a thing to my own kind, but since I was given the freedom
to do things my way, this was my choice. Really, the only other thing I could
think of was to kill them like any other vermin. This seemed the least
permanent and the most satisfying method at my disposal. I mean, if it came
down to it, I could still kill them whenever I wanted. As I presently saw it, there
was no particular rush. His ass
was a tight constriction of supple pink tissue. It was so damn tight I nearly
lost myself just trying to get in. I jokingly laughed to myself that if he
didn't spout so much shit out of his mouth, his ass might be a little looser for taking a full load.
But I was glad for the disparity in sizes. I wanted him to know who was boss. I
wiggled it in, pressing down and forcing him open. He was difficult to
understand, for in this moment of stress he had reverted to his native tongue.
I hardly cared what he was saying. He
was in this position because of his actions, and I was doing what the law could or would not do. I
pushed and pushed, feeling his opening stretching tighter and tighter. Luckily
for him I knotted up on the outside, limiting how much of me was going to go in
and saving his rectum a few inevitable splits. As it was, I was soon stuck fast.
I mean I couldn't even slip and slide despite the lubrication. I figured I'd
wait it out until he loosened up. I was hardly discommoded by the holdup. This
was the most enjoyment I had had in a long, long time, sadistic though it might
be. He was
still struggling against me. He had fight; I'd say that about him. Then again,
having an adult wolf cock in a juvenile fox butt just might be a bit
uncomfortable. That was part of my point. I was getting even for their crimes
against me. So I just keep applying pressure and waited. While I
waited, I examined the other two. The other fox was similarly dressed, but much
quieter. From the higher pitched voice, I was guessing female, maybe a sister.
If there was any family loyalty, I had a feeling that when I did her, it was
really going to piss him off. I felt a twinge of doubt at that moment, but
remembering everything that had been stolen, it faded pretty quickly. The
ferret was also questionable as to sex. We didn't have many around here, and
the clothing was as much boyish as anything. For
several minutes I debated with myself over my actions, all the while waiting
for his muscles to give up. It was hard to think over all the noise. My morals
tried to make me feel bad several times, but it got to the point where I knew
they weren't going to win. As for this little foxy backside, it
wasn't loosening up at all. I think he was too freaked out to relax it, and it served him
right. Yes, I know it was the parents that put him up to this, but I caught
these three red handed and so they were the ones to suffer. But then, if anyone
came looking for the little shits; I had plenty of room for them here. In fact,
I could clear out the cellar... My harden
cock got a little harder. I had definitely become more jaded over the years. It
was a good thing I didn't have a lot of regular work to do anymore, because I
had just found a new hobby. I grabbed this fox kit by the shoulders and pressed
my hips in hard. I could feel my length slipping in inexorably . It felt
wonderful. His vocals cords nearly ruptured. So too, did his ass. When my
knot reached his hole, I quit pushing. Even if I were able to force it, I
didn't think his body would survive. There are cleaner ways to die, and
besides, I was just beginning to see the possibilities of having these little
miscreants around. I pressed
down on him with my paws and pulled my cock back. I could feel the confines of
his insides pull backwards as the tip of my cock retreated. I stopped just
before exiting and pushed back in. If it weren't for the ointment I wouldn't be
moving at all. Even as a teen, I had never fucked something this intense.
Technically, there were laws in place prohibiting this type of behavior, but
since the gypsies weren't members of the kingdom, as was pointed out to me, our
laws didn't apply. My cock
was a huge red intrusion in the kit's ass. His opening was stretched beyond any
limit it had heretofore known. I moved my hold to his bushy red tail, with one
paw grasping a hip. I ground in fiercely, wanting to get my money's worth out
of his punishment. His toes curled up, digging his claws into his feet as I
worked away. I had
no qualms about pushing my cock in until the knot was pressing against his
hole. I smiled, knowing that if I kept him here long enough, one day that portion
of my anatomy was going to fit inside him. I closed my eyes and imagined that big hard thing slipping past his rectum. That, coupled with the present feeling of having a tight place to stick my cock was enough to do it. The thought triggered my climax, and I flooded his ass with hot wolfy
cum. I was
thankful for being out of the city, because when I cut loose, this kit's vocal
chords went into overdrive. I soon had him singing the songs of his ancestors. It
didn't take me long to feel a few songs coming to my head either, only it was
the lower one that was soon spouting off. I felt the sweet release as I filled his
tender tight ass with my fluids. It had been a long time since I had been able
to do so in a more natural way. I was
panting like a marathon runner. The cub was still squealing like a poked
piglet. I looked to his companions as
saw wide eyes in the dim light of the flickering lanterns. I was faced with the
decision as to continue getting my recompense from this one for the rest of the
night, or breaking in a few new ones. I had time to figure it out.