{"sf1_id":744965,"sf2_id":null,"title":"Dealing with the Gypsies","author":"StGeorgesHorse","words":2528,"posted_at":"2014-08-16T12:24:00.000Z","tags":["Anal","Cub","Fox","Gypsy","M/M","Pain","Punishment","Rape","Wolf","thief"],"url":"https://fse.anthro.fr/stories/744965-dealing-with-the-gypsies","original_url":"https://sofurry.com/view/744965","image_url":"https://www.sofurryfiles.com/std/thumb?page=744965\u0026ext=.jpg","description":"","content":"                There\nis nothing more frustrating than putting a lot of work into something and then\nhaving it stolen away from you a piece at a time.  Ever since the horde of gypsies had moved\ninto the area, my belongings were disappearing faster than good wine at a\nwedding feast.  As a tax paying member of\nthe realm, I was furious that something wasn't being done. I finally went into\ntown and took the matter up with the magistrate. He was none too helpful.                \"Look\nCornelius, we would love to do something about it. But the law is very\ncarefully worded to protect strangers who might not know the rules. Besides, we\nhave jailed some of them before and they make such a mess and racket while\nbeing held that the constable finally gave up and let them go.\"                \"This\nis bullshit your honor!\"                The old\nbadger knit his fingers together and stared down his nose at me. \"I agree! But\nthere is nothing I can do. My paws are literally tied in this.\" He shuffled\nthough a book and jotted down a few lines. \"Here. This law was passed over a\nhundred years ago. People tend to forget it's on the books. I'd suggest you\nread it and memorize it. You may find it helpful in dealing with them in the\nfuture.\"                I took\nthe slip of paper and stomped out, slamming the great door behind me. If it\nwasn't tied down, I was losing it to these thieves. I went to a small tavern,\nordered a pint or two and sat down to read this note. \"Be it known, from\nthis date forward, that when confronted with lawlessness not able to be\nproperly dealt with by the kingdom and it's agents, a legitimate landowner may,\nunder certain conditions, defend his property in any manner he finds suitable,\nuntil such time as the kingdom responds to said threat with swift and immediate\naction.\"                I knew\nwhere that passage was from. It was from an old declaration of war. It allowed individuals\nthe right to protect their property from ransacking during tumultuous times. As\nof today, we hadn't had a war in decades. How was this passage supposed to help\nme? I mean, quite honestly, the country would have to declare war before this\nwould even apply. That is...\" I smiled as I finished my third pint before paying\nmy tab and leaving to return home.                Now I'm\na bit of an inventor. I mostly tinker, but a few of my creations I actually\nsold for a profit. All the money I could get went into my house and grounds. I\nlost my wife to the plague a few years ago, and it was my intention to keep the\nplace as it was, if not better, on the day she died. It was bigger than I\nneeded, this old house, with rooms for a dozen wolf cubs. We never got the\nchance to start our family. And now, there were those who were out there\nstealing it away, a piece at a time.                I knew\na few things about my antagonists. Some were built like me, on a reduced scale.\nThe footprints in the garden looked a lot like mine, only smaller...sometimes a\nlot smaller. So I set snares here and there, rigged with bells. When they got\ntangled, I'd know it. Since they came mostly at night, I got some rest during\nthe early evening and then set watch.                I threw\non the black robe I had worn to my dear wife's funeral and sat as still as a\nrock. Eventually I heard rustling, and then, all at once, multiple ringing.\nFrom the sounds of it, someone had tripped a trap, which spooked the others\ninto doing the same. I would be content with capturing just one.                I found\nthe closest of the intruders, and while I couldn't see well in the moonlight, I\ncould tell where the neck was. I clamped on a collar and secured the line to a\ntree. By the time I was done I had three of the little cretins. And cretin is\nbeing nice, because I was then confronted with dealing with their teeth and\nclaws. It was a good thing the rope tying them had been crafted by me, because\nit had metal wire inside. Otherwise they would have gnawed their way loose in\nno time.                I\ngrabbed a thick branch and knocked one of them silly. I was normally a pretty\ncalm guy, for my species, but you simply didn't mess with my stuff. I grabbed the rope\nand dragged the little shit into the house. I quickly tied him down and\nreturned for the rest. By the time I was done I had all three in one room. I\npurposely moved the little cots I had built in expectation of future family\ninto my bedroom. I struck a match and lit the lamps.\nThe noise from these intruders was getting to be close to deafening. I turned to look\nat them and sadly shook my head. Two were foxes and one was a ferret. I almost\nfelt bad knowing full well that they were hardly adults. Even a full grown fox\nwas only the size of an adolescent wolf. Ferrets were smaller still. And I'm\ntalking adults.                \"Well,\nyou little creeps. What do you have to say for yourselves?\"                One particularly\nfeisty one tore against his bonds. \"You can't touch us! If the law can't touch\nus, you can't touch us!\"                I\nsmiled as I drew off my boots. \"The law can\ntouch you. It has chosen for the moment to not deal with you, because even in\nthe realm of criminals, you and your kind are the lowest. So instead, I have\nbeen given permission to deal with you as I see fit, because you trespassed on my\nproperty, which in my eyes makes you an invading force. So I have declared war\non you, and as the saying goes, all is fair in love and war.\"                The\nlittle gypsy boy was still fighting his bonds all the while cursing, both in\nour language and his own. The boots dropped to the floor, as did my trousers.\nYou see, I figured I'd never get the stuff back that they stole, so I was going\nto need to have war reparations instead. Sadly for these kids, I knew their\nkind well enough to know that the adults would consider them to be collateral\ndamage. That meant that as of this moment, they belonged to me.                I\npulled off my shirt and stretched my muscles. Sitting still out in the cool damp air\nhad been a chore. Now it was time to stretch them and give them a proper\nworkout.                 I was a\npretty typical wolf, but in my youth had been engaged in all kinds of fun\nactivities. My mates and I would abscond with a few bottles of wine, sneak to\nthe woods, and have ourselves a little party. We would drink until we were on\nthe silly side of reason, strip and then engage in all sorts of depravity. I\nwas older and wiser now, but having been denied the comfort of a wife, my loins\nwhere feeling like they were back in the same condition as they were in my\nyouth.                The\nmouthy fox was the first one I grabbed, hauling his pants down to his calves.\nBecause I had him secured at all four corners, they stopped before reaching his\nmanacled ankles. It would be far enough for now. I grabbed a little jar of balm\nand rubbed it on my cock. I climbed aboard and grabbed his tail. I think it was\nat that moment that he realized that he was really in trouble. So did the other\ntwo, because I had the beds arranged so that the occupants could see one\nanother.                The\nlittle mouthy one started back pedaling, apologizing for the stuff he had done.\nHis apology flowed like a geyser right up until I shoved the head of my cock\ninto his ass. Then he erupted into a volcano of epitaphs.  That was, of course, in between his screams.                As\nyouths, our cocks were more matched to our bodies. A teen on teen was no big\ndeal. Not only was there an age difference here, there was a species\ndifference. So this little fox was about the size of a wolf youngster. I never\nwould have done such a thing to my own kind, but since I was given the freedom\nto do things my way, this was my choice. Really, the only other thing I could\nthink of was to kill them like any other vermin. This seemed the least\npermanent and the most satisfying method at my disposal. I mean, if it came\ndown to it, I could still kill them whenever I wanted. As I presently saw it, there\nwas no particular rush.                His ass\nwas a tight constriction of supple pink tissue. It was so damn tight I nearly\nlost myself just trying to get in. I jokingly laughed to myself that if he\ndidn't spout so much shit out of his mouth, his ass might be a little looser for taking a full load.\nBut I was glad for the disparity in sizes. I wanted him to know who was boss.                 I\nwiggled it in, pressing down and forcing him open. He was difficult to\nunderstand, for in this moment of stress he had reverted to his native tongue.\nI hardly cared what he was saying.  He\nwas in this position because of his actions, and I was doing what the law could or would not do.                 I\npushed and pushed, feeling his opening stretching tighter and tighter. Luckily\nfor him I knotted up on the outside, limiting how much of me was going to go in\nand saving his rectum a few inevitable splits. As it was, I was soon stuck fast.\nI mean I couldn't even slip and slide despite the lubrication. I figured I'd\nwait it out until he loosened up. I was hardly discommoded by the holdup. This\nwas the most enjoyment I had had in a long, long time, sadistic though it might\nbe.                He was\nstill struggling against me. He had fight; I'd say that about him. Then again,\nhaving an adult wolf cock in a juvenile fox butt just might be a bit\nuncomfortable. That was part of my point. I was getting even for their crimes\nagainst me. So I just keep applying pressure and waited.                 While I\nwaited, I examined the other two. The other fox was similarly dressed, but much\nquieter. From the higher pitched voice, I was guessing female, maybe a sister.\nIf there was any family loyalty, I had a feeling that when I did her, it was\nreally going to piss him off. I felt a twinge of doubt at that moment, but\nremembering everything that had been stolen, it faded pretty quickly. The\nferret was also questionable as to sex. We didn't have many around here, and\nthe clothing was as much boyish as anything.                For\nseveral minutes I debated with myself over my actions, all the while waiting\nfor his muscles to give up. It was hard to think over all the noise. My morals\ntried to make me feel bad several times, but it got to the point where I knew\nthey weren't going to win. As for this little foxy backside, it\nwasn't loosening up at all. I think he was too freaked out to relax it, and it served him\nright. Yes, I know it was the parents that put him up to this, but I caught\nthese three red handed and so they were the ones to suffer. But then, if anyone\ncame looking for the little shits; I had plenty of room for them here. In fact,\nI could clear out the cellar...                My harden\ncock got a little harder. I had definitely become more jaded over the years. It\nwas a good thing I didn't have a lot of regular work to do anymore, because I\nhad just found a new hobby. I grabbed this fox kit by the shoulders and pressed\nmy hips in hard. I could feel my length slipping in inexorably . It felt\nwonderful. His vocals cords nearly ruptured. So too, did his ass.                When my\nknot reached his hole, I quit pushing. Even if I were able to force it, I\ndidn't think his body would survive. There are cleaner ways to die, and\nbesides, I was just beginning to see the possibilities of having these little\nmiscreants around.                 I pressed\ndown on him with my paws and pulled my cock back. I could feel the confines of\nhis insides pull backwards as the tip of my cock retreated. I stopped just\nbefore exiting and pushed back in. If it weren't for the ointment I wouldn't be\nmoving at all. Even as a teen, I had never fucked something this intense.\nTechnically, there were laws in place prohibiting this type of behavior, but\nsince the gypsies weren't members of the kingdom, as was pointed out to me, our\nlaws didn't apply.                My cock\nwas a huge red intrusion in the kit's ass. His opening was stretched beyond any\nlimit it had heretofore known. I moved my hold to his bushy red tail, with one\npaw grasping a hip. I ground in fiercely, wanting to get my money's worth out\nof his punishment. His toes curled up, digging his claws into his feet as I\nworked away.                 I had\nno qualms about pushing my cock in until the knot was pressing against his\nhole. I smiled, knowing that if I kept him here long enough, one day that portion\nof 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\ncum.                I was\nthankful for being out of the city, because when I cut loose, this kit's vocal\nchords went into overdrive. I soon had him singing the songs of his ancestors. It\ndidn't take me long to feel a few songs coming to my head either, only it was\nthe lower one that was soon spouting off.  I felt the sweet release as I filled his\ntender tight ass with my fluids. It had been a long time since I had been able\nto do so in a more natural way.                I was\npanting like a marathon runner. The cub was still squealing like a poked\npiglet.  I looked to his companions as\nsaw wide eyes in the dim light of the flickering lanterns. I was faced with the\ndecision as to continue getting my recompense from this one for the rest of the\nnight, or breaking in a few new ones. I had time to figure it out."}