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Sorry this took so long to write. It is incredibly difficult to write an extended scene between two characters with little dialogue. I am not quite as satisfied with this as some of my other work because of that. I found myself frustrated a lot, so I apologize if it is a little brief. This mainly just focuses on the relationship between Toby and Necros.

Love, In the Strangest of Places

Part 2

By Drockan

Toby's bloodshot eyes burst open, suddenly tearing the fox from his nightmarish slumber. Soft whimpers escaped him as his pain caught up with his awakening. His vision was blurred, and he could see no more than a foot in front of him. A ghastly whimper escaped his scorched throat. The agony was still there, but something was different from when he awoke before. The great weight on his back had been lifted. Now only his lack of strength kept his body sprawled out on the ground. Toby shook his head once more and gradually his vision began to return. A gasp of hope and relief came to him when he glanced at his surroundings. His eyes spotted Necros far away by the trough. Sometime when Toby was unconscious, Necros must have slipped his knot out. The harrowing ordeal was finally over.

The suffering haunted poor Toby. Every movement was accompanied by excruciating pains. Along with the physical damage of practically being split in half, came the mental anguish as well. He wished he were dead. Nothing could compare to the ignominy he suffered through last night. The humiliation had been thorough and complete. It left him with a feeling of utter worthlessness. He felt something else too, intense anger. The only hope in his life that he now clung to was the hope for revenge. He wanted to get back at everybody involved. Mathias for the way he tricked him, Delana for the way she seduced his trust, and most of all Necros, for his brutal rape.

The physical sensations were much different. A feeling of great emptiness encompassed his entire body. Toby's insides were stretched so far he thought they may never return to normal. He knew his tail-hole was still gaping open from the cool air whooshing around inside him, and he could still feel the wolf's cum deep within, never losing its warmth in his belly. It constantly reminded him of Necros, and he despised that. Toby sniffled and a single tear welled up in his eye. He had no idea how long these horrible feelings would last, or when the beast would desire to mate again. Slowly, he started to roll over on his on back and felt the grotesque amount of cum shift with him.

The broken fox rested until his vision fully returned. He omitted a snarling noise when he first glanced up and spotted Necros drinking from his trough. Slowly Toby tried to stand but was unable to move his lower body. The soreness was too great. His throat was scorching dry. Toby cursed his luck when he saw Necros curl up right next to his trough. Still, Toby's courage could not be diminished. The fox needed to quench his unbearable thirst and was going to complete his task. With all the strength he could gather, Toby commenced crawling toward the trough.

When he finally inched close enough, he was confronted with a growl from Necros. The beast sat up and stared viciously at Toby. The much smaller fox only stared back with stern defiance. "I....... need water," he barely managed to mutter. Again Necros growled viciously. Toby only thought to growl back. He was going to drink something whether the wolf liked it or not. Closer and closer he edged till his body was slouched up against the side of the trough. Gathering more strength he pulled his body over the side and spotted the cool, clean water. Just as he was about to slake from the trough a paw lightly smacked the side of his face, sending him hurling back toward the ground. Necros was standing over him growling yet again. "Damn... you, bastard!" Toby's voice cackled from the dryness.

Defiantly Toby resumed to crawl up the trough once more. Necros gave him a confused look. Just why was his bitch not obeying him? What made that weak little fox perceive that he possessed the right to drink from his water? Once again Toby managed to climb up the side and was just about to drink before Necros knocked him down. "I...... won't stop," the fox's voice was filled with purpose. With antagonizing pain and slowness, Toby once again started to crawl back toward the trough. This time Necros just watched him with great curiosity. Surely the fox must know its place by now. The wolf was beginning to think that more drastic measures were needed. He sensed the uniquely strong will of his bitch. That very will would surely only be broken by a creature with enough patience and discipline. Necros watched the fox struggle to climb the trough, dragging his sorely abused lower body with him.

Toby shot Necros an angry look when he reached the top of the trough. He was expecting to be knocked off again just as his lips touched the water. Instead an oversized paw slammed on the back of his head, submerging his entire upper body. This action was completely unexpected, and Toby inhaled a gulp of water as soon as his head was pushed below. The beast let out a chuckle while he watched the little fox thrash around violently, flaying his arms about in a wild attempt to escape. Necros kept the poor fox submerged until his struggling started to subside, and he was certain the fox was seconds from drowning. Just at that moment Necros yanked Toby's head out of the water and gave him a menacing glare.

Toby coughed up water right on the face his captor. The beast was indifferent, and only let out one of his feral chuckles before dunking Toby's head below for a second time. He kept Toby underwater just a bit shorter than last time. When he finally let up the fox spat up more water on him. Again he submerged Toby's head. This time when he was done, Necros threw the fox to the ground. There was not even the slightest bit of energy left in poor Toby. Even if his body knew he was defeated, Toby's mind would never give up. This is what he knew Necros wanted, for him to willingly give in.

Necros knew he was close to achieving his goal. Last night he had claimed his bitch's body as his own. Now it was only a matter of time before his mind fell under his ownership as well. He leered down at Toby's wet and shattered body. This one was of strong will, just the way he had always desired his bitch to be. Mathias was a great master to give him such a fine gift. He knew he now must show great respect to his owner. For he could just as easily take his bitch away. A vicious growl formed in his throat. The fox had yet to learn his lesson and was crawling back toward the trough. This creature's will was strong indeed, much stronger even than some of the toughest opponents he had battled in the arena. His bitch did need something to drink however.

Toby stopped crawling and looked up in fear. The presence of Necros above him was easily felt. The beast was now standing between him and the trough. Toby could not figure out what to do next, except that he was not going to give in. "I just want a drink of water you bastard!" his voice was much fuller and louder now that his parched mouth had at least been soaked. With one lazy kick Necros prevented Toby from moving any further. "Please... just give me a drink," Toby had gone from yelling to pleading, hoping the animal had any sense of pity. Necros smiled as he continued to look down at the poor little fox. So his bitch wanted a drink. He was more than happy to oblige. Reaching down, he grabbed Toby by the neck and squeezed, forcing his muzzle open. The pathetic struggling by Toby did nothing to aid in escaping. Necros lifted him up to eye-level and gave Toby a menacing glare.

The emboldened fox presented the same look right back, which infuriated Necros. This one was a slow learner. In one swift motion he slammed Toby's back on the ground and then straddled his chest, keeping the fox's arms pinned beneath his legs. Necros squeezed his huge paw around Toby's throat making him open his muzzle and gasp for air. The pain from his sore insides returned in full force when he was pinned down like that. He wanted to struggle with his lower body to get free but found he could not move at all. It mattered not. Toby soon froze in fear when he saw Necros pulling back his sheath and laughing loudly in his feral manner. Toby did not want to contemplate what he thought Necros had in plan. The wolf's cock was far too big to fit any significant amount in his muzzle.

That was far from what he planned on doing though. Necros simply wanted to quench his bitch's thirst. Toby soon found this out when a warm stream of urine landed directly in his open gullet. His eyes widened half in disbelief, half in disgust. Was this really happening? Was Necros actually doing this to him? Toby choked, gagged, tried to throw up, anything to avoid swallowing that foul liquid. It was all in vain though. His muzzle was being kept pried open by just one of the wolf's paws, and he was forced to swallow most of what landed in it. Toby started to cry again, as he felt his fur soak up the wolf's putrid scent. The pure white fur on Toby's chest was now stained a sickly yellow. After he was finished Necros got up and took his previously placed spot, curled in a pile of hay next to the trough. The beast winked at Toby while giving him a sardonic grin.

He felt much sicker than he did all of last night. This was much worse than the feeling of cum inside him. This was not a life-giving substance that was meant to go inside another's body. This was the waste of Necros, forced down his throat. A wolf like him would only use it to mark his territory. Toby, inside and out, was now his marked as something that belonged to Necros. The pain knotted up his stomach. This new feeling was not necessarily a physical pain but an acute sickness. The nausea made him feel as though the room was spiraling out of control. So he just laid there, constantly spitting out the horrid metallic taste in his maw. His stomach rumbled as he rolled on his side. All his desire to crawl back toward the trough was lost. He was no longer thirsty, just horrendously sick from the warm liquid stirring in his stomach. The whole incident had drained him completely. Blackness overcame his senses, and he slipped off into a dreary slumber filled with nightmares of what might come next.

Toby awoke with a mangled scream that startled even Necros, who responded with a piercing howl that resonated throughout the building. The putrid taste of the wolf was still heavy in his maw. Toby rolled over on his back and gazed upward. Ragarth was leaning over the railing staring back down at him. He gave a chuckle when he caught Toby looking at him. "Rough night foxy?" He yelled down at Toby, chuckling while he did so. Something about the way Ragarth was sneering made a dose of adrenaline rush through Toby's limp body. The fox flew off his back straight onto his feet. A loud, vicious growl, accompanied with an equal sneer, was enough to surprise of both observers in the room. The shock only took a second to wear off.

"Hmph... what are you going to do Toby? Look at you. You nothing but a filthy whore! Covered in a beast's cum... disgusting! He's just an animal!" The horse sniffed a few times. "Is that his piss I smell on you foxy? Oh Necros! What have you done?" The equine's voice was ripe with sarcasm and laughter. Toby was just about to unleash an angry vocal tirade. Just then a deafening roar silenced both parties. Toby looked over and was immediately overcome with pure shock. It was Necros who was staring viciously up at Ragarth. Why was he mad at Ragarth? The fox stared wide-eyed with confusion.

"Ha! Guess you like your new toy a lot Necros. Too bad he's all used up and worthless now!" Ragarth shot back. The wolf let out a barbarous bark that startled Ragarth, even though he was far from any real danger. The stallion just chuckled when he regained his composure. "You better be a little nicer to me Necros. I'm much more important than your little bitch down there. I don't have to feed you. Just like you don't have to feed your bitch. Now let's just see how much you really care about him." When he finished speaking he disappeared from view for a moment. He was carrying a freshly cleaned and butchered calf when he came back, which he promptly flung over the railing.

"I can't eat this! Where's my food?" Toby yelled out in exasperation.

"Hmmm, like you were told before Toby. Necros will feed you whatever he wants to. So you better get use to begging for scraps of raw meat," Ragarth could not hide his grin when he explained the situation. He walked away before Toby could say anything back. "BASTARD!" He still screamed out, hoping the equine could hear. He felt his heart sink when he looked back at Necros. The beast was already tearing the carcass to pieces. Toby was very famished and was already willing to eat raw meat. He figured it could not be half as bad as what happened last night. Cautiously he approached Necros. The wolf was too busy tearing off pieces of flesh to notice Toby approaching. Tentatively, he reached out toward a fallen scrap. Just as he was about to wrap his claws around the meager morsel, he was nearly knocked over by a thundering growl from Necros.

The wolf cast a threatening glare upon young Toby. It was clear to the fox that Necros did not want him touching his food. Still Toby's resolve failed to be suppressed. He growled right back at the wolf and quickly snatched a piece of meat for himself. The menacing look on the face of the beast soon turned to one of confusion. Why was his bitch so disobedient? He should only be eating the food that he is given. No one was to eat before the alpha had his fill. A hundred different punishments circled through his mind. Should he just simply beat him or something else? He was not sure if just brute force would be enough to quell this defiance. Still he could think of nothing else.

Just as Toby was about to take a bite, the giant paw of Necros struck the side of his head. Even though he tried his hardest not to, tears began to freely flow down his cheeks. He needed to eat. Why could he not have just one piece of meat? Necros abandoned his meal to start inching closer to Toby. This was going to be it. He would have to teach his bitch a lesson he would never forget. Toby's fear returned, greater than ever. The fox saw the burning anger in the eyes of Necros. Those eyes were filled with hatred and disdain. Toby stumbled backwards until his back hit the steel wall. Then he slouched against it, watching the hulking black wolf stroll closer.

Toby was expecting to be hit, thrown, and smacked around. Whatever the beast had in store for him, it could not possibly be worse than last night. Just thinking of what horrors befell him previously made Toby's fear completely dissipate. It took tremendous courage and conviction, but Toby stood straight up and stared right back at the bared teeth of the beast, which were now right in front of his face. "I'll take whatever you got, you no good bastard! But if you think I'm gonna sit here and let you starve me to death, on top of everything else you've done to me!" The fox felt his anger boil over. All the memories of last night surfaced in his mind. "It doesn't matter how much you beat me, rape me, or starve me. I'll never be your bitch!" Toby voice was filled with great boldness and truth.

The anger in the wolf's eyes turned again into confusion. He was sure he comprehended the dialect correctly. His first reaction was to beat the fox senseless, but he knew that would only temper his resilience. Instead he did nothing but stomp back angrily to his meal. Toby was not sure what just happened. He was still bracing for some kind of whipping. But when he opened his eyes, he saw only the giant wolf with his back to him, gorging himself. It seemed he had won, at least for now. Toby picked up the small piece of meat next to him and took a cautious bite. It was actually pretty tender and even had seasoning. Mathias was not lying when he said he provided his beasts with only the best food. It was small but enough nourishment to last for now and take away the terrible taste in his maw. After a few minutes Toby started to get thirsty. The meat had been slightly salted.

He took one glance toward the trough. Toby certainly did not want a repeat of what happened earlier. He kicked around some dirt in frustration. Necros was head deep in his lunch. If Toby were to be quick enough, he might be able to steal a drink. Now it was his natural instinct of stealth that would pay off. Ironic how his own inborn instincts as a fox would could help him against a wolf almost solely driven by them. Ever so gently Toby tiptoed toward the trough. Slyly he crept up the side and started to drink. The water was cool and rejuvenating. It was not long before the wolf's sensitive hearing picked up ripples in the water. He removed his bloody muzzle from his meal and stared right at the fox. He could not believe what he was seeing. The gall of his bitch was astounding.

This time Toby had gone too far. He had challenged the overwhelming dominance of Necros for the last time. This was completely unacceptable. Necros stared long and hard at the fox, while feeling his rage build. He dug his claws viciously in the meat and readied his body to pounce. This time there would be no holding back. He was ready to tear the fox apart. Let Mathias just find him another bitch. His eyes locked on his prey. This was it!

All the rage, anger, and fury dissipated instantaneously from Necros. Toby had simply just lifted his head out of the water and wiped his muzzle clean. The simple joy of having cool clean water to drink showed greatly on his face. It was that very site of Toby when Necros felt a new emotion born into him. He could not bring himself to move at all. Every thought in his mind was of a new way to kill his bitch, but something in his body was preventing from carrying out any action whatsoever. Why could he not bring himself to kill one worthless fox? Especially when he disposed of much worthier creatures without second thought. The beast shook off his distress and went back to finishing his meal. He would think of a suiting punishment later.

Time went by ever so slowly for Toby. He spent most of it huddled in one corner or another, as far away from Necros as he could get. The minutes were long, sometimes terrifying if the wolf got to close. However, Necros paid him no attention most of the time. In fact, he seemed to be in some kind of trance for the last hour. Toby could not be sure, but it looked like the wolf was actually meditating. Toby did not want to get any closer to find out. He was feeling much better, though his insides still felt extremely sore, and he still felt the nausea from the remaining foul liquids residing in his body.

Necros suddenly broke from his trance and opened his eyes to stare long and hard at Toby. Tonight he was going to cement his ownership of his new bitch. Necros was positive when he awoke the next morning there would be no resistance. The little creature had been huddled in the same corner for several hours, shaking vigorously. At least the fear was still there, Necros thought before padding over to the fox. His loins began to stir once again as he got closer. The creature's sweet smell was overpowered by his own musk and urine matted into his fur. It was a smell that dictated ownership, certainly one that Necros adored.

The approaching footsteps of Necros made Toby feel terribly sick again. He glanced up, and the black beast enveloped his vision. Toby's eyes widened when he saw the red tip of the monster he had taken last night start to peek out of the wolf's sheath. Now he knew what Necros wanted from him. Toby recoiled in horror when he thought of what he felt last night. It had been the worst experience of his life, and there was no way he was going to let it be repeated. In a flash, Toby had darted in-between the legs of Necros and raced toward another corner. However, the powerful beast was far more amused than angry. He smirked at Toby, as if to tell him that there was no escape.

"You know Toby. Things will go much smoother if you just give in and let him do what he wants to you!" The unexpected yell came from Ragarth. The horse was leaning over the edge of the railing with a giant smile on his face. "I want you to meet a special friend of mine Toby." A much smaller otter appeared over the railing and gave him a friendly wave. "Hi Toby! I've heard so much about you." he greeted enthusiastically. The otter gasped when he looked over Necros. "My, my... he's even bigger than you Ragarth, much bigger! I don't believe it!" The otter acted surprised. The horse returned with a light slap on his rump.

"YOU TWO ARE FUCKING DISGUSTING!" Toby snarled back.

"Geez, Toby. I thought you would like being with a wolfy as strong and powerful as him. I know I would," the otter chuckled. "Just try and relax as much as possible Toby. Take it from someone who knows how to handle..." the otter took one sideways glance at Ragarth. "Big... males."

"WHY DON'T BOTH OF YOU GO TO HELL!!!" Toby's anger boiled over, and he pounded the steel wall in frustration. However, his anger soon transformed into fear when he felt a giant paw run through the matted fur on his chest. Necros was right behind him, pulling him closer. Toby was too afraid to resist. He was also unsure if that were the best idea. He had to think fast. Now the warm body of the beast held him snugly in its thick, soft fur. The strange feeling of security returned. Toby's eyes started to well up again. He had been unable to think of any possible way to escape.

Necros was holding him firmly but gently. Just then something rubbed against his rear that made the fox freeze in terror. The wolf's monstrous cock was coming out of its sheath and leaving its slippery slime in the soft, white fur of the fox's rump. Toby wanted to struggle and flail his body around. The last thing he wanted to do was to give in. But that was exactly what was happening. For some reason Toby failed to control his body. Instead of fighting, it was relaxing and letting Necros control it. He sniffled and started to freely cry, as he felt the beast's long tongue run up his nape. Why could he not fight back like last night? This was the last thing he wanted, but still his body was forcing him to relax. Strange thoughts started to surface in his head. Should he not struggle at all and take whatever his alpha had to offer?

Toby shook his head in disgust, Necros, his alpha? No, he could never accept such a fate. His body had already given up, but no matter what, Toby swore to himself that his mind would never give in. The forthcoming ordeal was knowingly almost impossible. How could he resist with just his mind? Necros may last for hours. Why did part of him now want to just relax and accept it? Necros owned him now, and he should be allowed to do what he wanted to his body. Why did he start thinking such things? All his thoughts vanished when he felt the enormous length press firmly against him. His sorely tender tail-hole gave way to the tremendous pressure. Now the thick, bulbous tip was leaking its slime inside him. "No, please," Toby pleaded.

For a moment Necros stopped pressing his hips forward. There was a strange tone to the fox's voice. Again the hated emotion of pity overcame him. But his pity was no match for his instinctual drive to breed. He had to be inside this male now. A gasp from Toby made him stop pushing once more. Even though it had been thoroughly stretched last night, the cock of Necros was still grossly disproportionate to the fox's little tail-hole. Toby felt something strange at that moment. Necros was shivering, as if he were freezing to death. Was he scared? Why had he stopped?

These questions were all rendered moot the moment Necros howled and started to push forward again. The burning pain that long lay dormant within Toby exploded the moment he felt the wide shaft slide into his body. This time his tail-hole needed no time to stretch. It willing accepted the cock that it so fervently tried to reject last night. With no resistance whatsoever, Necros just slid himself in, the head and more than a quarter of his shaft now rested inside Toby. His body did not put any sort of fight at all. It knew who its owner was. The fox would have slumped over if it were not for the large paw holding him close to the wolf. Another sharp thrust brought another familiar pain. Necros was now almost completely inside him.

Toby felt horrible. He felt as though he had already lost this struggle. His body, which he so valiantly defended, was now at the will of his rapist. One more thrust and Toby felt himself practically split apart. The furry sheath of wolf tightly pressed against the outer ring of Toby's tail-hole. Once again he felt a stabbing pain from being penetrated so deeply. The wolf sat down hard slamming Toby down on his hips. The position forced another inch out of his sheath and inside the fox. . There was now not one bit of Necros's cock that was not in the warm confines of Toby's guts. He knew that he was dangerously close to hurting Toby, but the wolf failed to care. With his physical resistance gone, Necros felt that he would finally break his bitch this night. In the morning Toby would be groveling at his feet for approval. Tomorrow the fox's happiness would hinge solely on pleasing him.

Endless tears ran down Toby's cheeks, soaking the fur on his face. Then something unexpected happened. A claw came up to his cheek to wipe the tears away. Toby gripped the paw and sobbed softly against it. He held on tightly and felt secure, even though he knew it was the paw of the wolf. Necros shifted his hips uncomfortably. Every instinct in him was telling him to slam his bitch on the ground and breed him as roughly as he could, but the constant, badgering feelings of pity and mercy kept him from carrying out such an action. Necros was testing his own will now. It was taking every bit of strength to restrain his instincts. He knew just how much the little fox was being stretched from the incredible tightness around his cock. He also knew that given enough time and training that Toby could accept him without any problems at all. There were going to be no more excuses for either of them.

It was going to be decided this night. Would Necros forever regard Toby as a worthless bitch meant only for slavery and breeding, or would he regard him as his equal, his alpha female? Such were the ways of his kind. For now the two stayed deeply connected. Their bodies joined physically and mentally as well. Toby's sobbing soon turned to quiet whimpering. He could not explain but for every second Necros stayed still in him, the more the pain faded away. The heat from the wolf's cock radiated throughout his little body. A tiny gasp escaped his throat, and somewhere through all the pain, he swore he felt a tinge of pleasure. That feeling made his tail-hole flex in response. Necros groaned and held onto Toby tighter. The fox's mind was awash with questions about himself. Why was he feeling pleasure? This was one of the most single disgusting sexual acts he could think of, yet his body was responding exactly how a female's would to the cock inside him. Nursing it inside him, instead of trying to reject it like previously. All his life he had been repulsed by the idea of males mating, now Toby could feel his body enjoying it. Not only that, but the other male was a wild animal! It was a feeling that further sickened him.

Toby was not the only one with questions running through his mind. Necros had some serious questions about himself as well. Why did he stop thrusting? How could these new emotions, not his in-born instincts, drive his actions for the first time in his life? His wild, feral mind failed to comprehend any of these strange feelings he felt for Toby. He thought of what Mathias and the horseman called him, Toby. It sounded so odd and quirky to the wolf. Though for some reason he could not get the creature's name out of his head. Toby... he thought of the fox again. Why did he feel so connected to a creature so much more worthless than he was? He was not even his own kind! Why did he jump to defend him today? More and more Necros felt his instincts breaking down and failing him. More and more he could feel his emotions controlling him.

Toby was feeling his emotions break down instead. It was something akin to getting use to being disgusted all the time. Those feelings lost their meaning in their overuse. Now his body's natural instinct of lust was taking over his mind. His body was getting to like what was stretching it so absurdly from the inside and welcome the intruder, rather than try to fight it. Toby tried his best to shake these thoughts from his mind. After all, this was the beast that had brutally raped him just a night ago. How could his body forget such an experience? The correct thought dawned on him after the question became apparent. His body had not forgotten. It had just been broken. He felt his tears well up again and run down his face. He knew it now. His body had accepted Necros, and the wolf waiting for was his mind to follow suit. For every second that passed, Toby felt himself slipping away and losing the battle. More and more he felt his instincts taking over. "You... own... m," Toby stopped as he realized what he was saying. He almost proclaimed his submission.

"COME ON NECROS! YA, BIG SLOUCH! BREED THAT WORTHLESS FOX BITCH PROPER!" Ragarth yelled down with an angry slam of his hips into the otter's. The wolf growled back at him. It was this unexpected burst of rage within Necros that broke the fragile connection to his Toby. Now his instinctual rage regained control of his mind. He drew his hips back and slammed them viciously into the fox. The force of the thrust was enough to bruise Toby's hips badly. Necros wasted no time in drawing them back once more. Any hint of pleasure Toby had felt quickly disappeared in a surge of fiery pain spreading throughout his loins. Even his bones were bruised with each heavy smack he received from the wolf's hips.

The thick monster slowly spread Toby open further and further. The further the wolf became aroused, the more his cock swelled with blood. Toby's body was undulating around the thick monster, and he whimpered softly, while his tears fell to the ground. Necros whipped his head forward with a paw on his back, keeping his hips raised high with his other paw under the fox's stomach. He remembered how Toby had violated his earlier meal and was going to make the fox pay for it. Tomorrow he would feed him and let him drink, but for now he was going to have to earn everything he would be given. Necros only wished Toby could understand this easier. The wolf never knew that a fox could be so resilient.

Neither did he know that such a lowly creature could be so luscious and beautiful. Necros had always imagined taking another wolf as his mate. He had always imagined winning an honorable duel with a strong male then making him submit. Instead he was given a male of an inferior species and breeding. How could he be so completely infatuated with such a male? How could he want such a male to be his mate? He started to gently lick the back of the fox's neck. His body shuddered as he held onto Toby tighter. What was this new feeling he held for this creature? The earlier insult and subsequent rage were already forgotten. Now he was taking long, tender strokes into Toby. No longer did he want to make him just simply his bitch, but his mate as well.

The way he felt inside was incredible. He should have been loose and worthless after the fucking he took last night. Though, the tightness and warmth around his cock were even greater than before. Toby could feel the heartbeat of Necros through each pulse of his cock. Reluctantly he let out a soft moan. Everything in his mind wanted him to hate this, but that was going against everything he was feeling. He felt the warmth and power of Necros taking control of him. This was much different from last night. The beast was taking caution and mating him with certain tenderness to his strokes. He felt limitless strength and power like nothing before. Another soft moan escaped his lips. Toby could no longer think for himself. Now he truly began to feel the power of the cock inside him. It was one of a great champion and specimen of his species. Toby felt honored to have it inside him. He felt honored to carry around the precious seed of such a wolf as Necros.

Toby was slowly losing it. He contemplated giving up. What could he possibly do? Necros would break him eventually. He grimaced with another deep thrust. The stabbing pain was still great inside him. His submission would not be all that bad really. Necros was a great and powerful being. Serving him would be an honor. That's when Toby thought of Mathias and Delana. They said the exact same things. Toby's resolve was instantly resurrected. They may have been right, but Necros did not deserve to be a prisoner either. They had to pay. He needed to hold on just a little longer. He needed somehow to command the same respect from Necros as Mathias did. Toby knew he could only achieve this by somehow holding power over the beast in some way. He closed his eyes and decided to finally accept what was happening to him.

A thunderous howl came from Necros, as he gently rocked his hips into Toby's. He hunched Toby forward and collapsed on top of him, slamming his cock in deep. Now the little fox was pinned under the great weight of the wolf that continued its gently thrusting. Almost all the pain had faded for him. His feeling of disgust had completely transformed into one of acceptance. The wolf was still far too big, though. The deep stabbing pain still came with each full thrust, but the rest. The rest was a feeling that electrified his senses. The ecstasy that consumed him was inexplicable. He just wanted more, more of Necros, more of his scent, more of his taste, more of his touch, and most of all, more of his cock. Toby no longer cared. It was a cock of a great and powerful beast, and he would gladly take it into his body even if it hurt him. His muzzle parted slightly to let out a weak yiffing sound. A single claw came to caress the side of his cheek.

Now the fox was in the throes of his mating calls. This was just one sign of acceptance for the wolf, and he quickened the rhythm of his thrusts. Toby responded only with louder noises of pleasure. His cock rubbed harshly on the ground. Toby did not understand what was happening to him. He just simply could not fight the feelings any longer. A small smile formed on his muzzle. He wanted this to happen. He wanted to feel the wolf's cum filling his body. He wanted to be stretched and used the by the huge cock inside him. The fox was already close. His tail-hole clenched tightly around the wolf's cock. Necros growled and shoved his hips forward with great force. That was all it took for Toby. His body trembled, and his cock spilled his seed freely on the floor. His cum quickly soaked into his belly fur.

Necros rammed his hips harder against Toby. With every thrust they became closer and closer. Their strong spirits intertwined. For this time there were no separate feelings. There was just a continuous bliss felt by both. Even the screams and grunts of the pair mating above them did not register. The two were lost in each other. With another thrust into Toby, Necros could feel his knot growing. He made a silent promise to himself at that very moment. After the tie he would never hurt Toby again. The fox was holding a power over him like none he knew ever existed. He sped his hips up just a bit. Toby groaned, his body convulsing from pleasure.

Toby knew exactly what was trying to force its way in him. The great bulb of flesh repeatedly slammed against his outer-ring. He thought for a second of fighting it. He had tried so valiantly before to keep it out of him, and it hurt greatly when Necros finally did tie. This time Toby would have no objections. He wanted to tie with Necros, no matter how much it would hurt. He took a deep breath and completely relaxed his body. His cock was still leaking cum on the ground when the wolf's knot easily slid in him. A momentary feeling of tremendous pain followed. Toby winced but held back his scream. He had to let it out when Necros unexpectedly yanked his knot out of his tail-hole. It was only for a moment before it was shoved viciously back in. Toby commenced to whimper and thrash around in pain. With each successive thrust the knot became even larger, and Toby was forced to stretch even further apart as it pulled and pushed its way through his tail-hole.

Necros knew this was hurting Toby but was necessary in training the young fox. Soon Toby would be able to feel his full girth with no discomfort at all. He would also soon be groveling at his feet in submission. Though Necros was already willing to do the same just for the right to be with him. Now his knot had almost fully inflated, and this would be his last opportunity. With one great heave forward, Necros buried himself completely inside the body of the fox. There was a long silence afterward. Toby's tight, little tail-hole bulged outward from the huge piece of flesh stretching it from the inside. His inexplicable feelings of pleasure had been replaced with the familiar feeling of pain. The pressure Toby felt inside him was so great, he felt like he was going to explode. Necros tugged his hips back. He could not pull out. Now the two were truly one being, joined together in the act of mating.

Their bodies were inseparable, as well as their minds. Toby had given into his most primitive instincts as a fox. He was a weaker species and meant to be controlled by a more dominant creature. The cock inside him should be there, and he should be joyful to serve its owner. So Toby let Necros did as he pleased. Necros, however, had given into something much different. Toby's mind and will were stronger than his own. Emotions he had never felt before had overtaken his instincts. Toby may have been a weaker species, but his inferiority only existed physically. Necros had to respect the will of the fox. He would be Toby's alpha and would gladly welcome the fox into life, not as his bitch, but as his mate.

This time Toby would not go unconscious. His body was heating up incredibly fast. Necros lay on top of him, continually filling him with his seed. The warmth from Necros blanketing him and his seed pouring into his body washed Toby's worries away. He forgot where he was and what had happened to him. He forgot completely about the orphanage, about Delana, and Mathias. He could think of only the moment and who he was sharing it with. Necros came long and hard. His claws roamed Toby's face, regularly caressing the top of his head. The wolf's teeth were entrenched on Toby's nape. It was a bite of dominance but also of one of love. It was this sacred emotion that the two felt for the first time in their lives. The feeling of love frightened Necros. It was strange just in its nature alone. He wanted to protect Toby with all his strength. He would never let him go, not for anything. For the first time in his life Necros held the life of someone else as more important than his own.

Unlike his feral mate, Toby understood the basic aspects of love. At least he thought he did. His young mind was still confused by what he was feeling. Why did he feel so safe and comforted in the position he was in? Why did he want that knot, which was causing him pain, to remain in him as long as possible? Most of all, why did he feel good knowing what he was being filled with was going to remain in his body for a long while? Instead of searching for answers for his feelings, Toby let those same feelings take over. No longer would he question them. Necros was no longer just a mindless animal to the fox. The wolf was his love. "Necros... I love you," he weakly muttered his proclamation.

A wet slurping tongue ran up Toby's neck before, it was replaced by the gentle pressure of the wolf's teeth. Love, Necros had never heard that word before. He did not know its meaning. To him love was the natural desire to take a mate, which he felt strongly for Toby. Even though he did not understand the dialect, there was more than enough affection in his voice to make Necros hug him tighter. Those words sounded so beautiful to him; "I love you."

Necros let out a sudden roar. He climaxed yet again. Toby felt the cock inside him throbbing, and once more cum poured into his belly. There was no sickening feeling that accompanied it either, only one of pure bliss and warmth spreading throughout him. There was a much higher feeling also, almost spiritual. Like he was now connected with this wolf's soul. He felt honored that Necros would choose him to carry his essence. He also felt a strange sense of ownership the wolf now had over him. If Necros were to bless him with his seed, then Toby must give the same love back. The pain was getting greater, but Toby remained resolute. The stretching of his belly and insides to accommodate such a huge amount of cum made the young fox squirm on the giant knot inside him. Toby thought that there was no way he would ever get used to the tremendous piece of flesh yanking and tugging against his tail-hole. Nor would he ever get use to holding so much cum in his guts. Still he gritted his teeth and rode out another painful climax that followed the one of Necros.

The black behemoth let out one last howl before collapsing on Toby's back. The little fox was squished but could still breathe under the heavy weight. Toby tired Necros more than any opponent he had faced in the pit. His balls felt sore from producing enough of his cum to fill the young fox. He rested his head next to Toby's, and they both stared into each other's eyes. When Toby had first looked in those eyes they were filled with rage and hate. He remembered how scared he was. Now he saw nothing but love and affection. Any trace of fear Toby still had of Necros vanished at that moment, and any trace of anger Necros had for Toby vanished as well. Necros snuggled his muzzle against the smaller one of Toby's. A few giant licks across the fox's face followed. This was not the same beast that had so grossly violated him earlier. He had changed. Toby smiled and licked back at the muzzle of Necros. In some way he had succeeded. His will had been stronger than the wolf's. He made Necros give in to his strength but also gave up a part of himself to the wolf by doing so. Now they both would command respect of one another.

With time Necros would come to understand him and his commands. With time Toby thought. He was already planning his escape. But where could he possibly go? He wanted Necros with him wherever he went, and surely others would alarmed by the presence of a large, feral animal. Mathias would have no trouble tracking them down. Could Necros really fight off everybody? He did not think so. Still the life of a fugitive would be better than a life of a prisoner. Toby looked in the wolf's eyes again. "Necros... I... I want to be your mate," Toby said as sincerely as he could. Necros gave him a giant lick on his face in response. Toby could not help but giggle with giddiness. "I guess that means a yes," he said before his smiling expression turned more serious. "Necros... I want us to be mates but away from here."

The look in the wolf's eyes turned to one of confusion. It was clear he did not understand his situation. "Necros please listen to me. You live in a cage. You are a prisoner just like me. Mathias is a bad person. We need to get away from him," Toby pleaded as best he could. The confusion only grew in the beast's eyes. Necros had never lived outside his pen. Toby's words confounded his memory. This was not what Mathias had taught him at all. He was supposed to be king of his world. Now this fox, that he now cared for as his mate, was telling him he lived in a cage like worthless livestock. Mathias had told him this was the greatest den ever built. He even taught him that he was considered dominant over everyone except him. Why could his new mate not get along with his master? After all it was his master that raised him, fed him, and eventually gave him Toby.

"THAT WILL BE ENOUGH SCHEMING TOBY!" The voice was as paralyzing as it was resounding. It commanded attention. That kind of voice could only belong to one male. It was Mathias. Toby's bliss quickly turned to intense anger. He looked up and saw Mathias along with his equine guard and the otter staring over the edge of the railing. "I overheard you Toby. How sweet... I told you would like it," the other two males applauded the statement. "So, you wish to be his mate, do you? Too bad Necros, I won't allow it," Mathias said.

This made Necros lift his head up and growl at his master. Mathias only chuckled. "What is this Necros... insubordination? This is unacceptable. Ragarth," he turned to the equine.

"Yes sir!" The horse saluted.

"I think we can find our champion someone more suitable than Toby. Kill the fox tomorrow, and I'll find Necros a new bitch."

Loud whimpers immediately came from Necros, and he grasped Toby tightly against his chest. "Oh what was that Necros? You want to keep him?" Mathias said. Necros nodded his head in response. "Then you are to treat him as worthless. He is nothing but your bitch. If I see you giving him any privileges than I will replace him immediately... understand?" he made his point boldly.

"GO TO HELL MATHIAS! HE'LL DO WHATEVER HE WANTS TO!" Toby yelled back in a fit of anger.

"Ugh, if I hear one more peep out of you, I'll make sure you're muzzled boy! Now Necros..." he paused as a deviant smile formed on his muzzle. "Necros I command you to punish him for that insult. Let that worthless bitch know he should never insult me again!" The beast cringed in horror. How could he hurt his mate, but how could he disobey his master? Mathias was quick to jump on the indecision in the wolf's eyes. "Either punish him, or I'll replace him. Hmmm... I got it. I want you to tear your knot out of him..... say using only your teeth for leverage." Toby and Necros both looked at each other with fear in their eyes. They knew what had to happen but neither was willing to concede. "That's it you filthy dog. Ragarth, I want you to replace Toby. You'll have to probably drug Necros to get to," Mathias stopped when he saw the giant jaws of his beast clamp down on Toby's neck.

Toby winced and a tear ran down his eyes. Necros was pulling back his hips. His tail-hole burned with a great fire, the mammoth knot threatening to tear him apart. The ordeal was tediously painful. Each successive try Necros had to use more force to try and pull out of Toby, and each successive try his teeth dug a little more into Toby's skin. More tears flowed down Toby's face, as the pain became greater. He just wished it to be over with. He felt the teeth on his neck prick into his skin and blood soak into his fur. Finally, in just one quick moment, the grotesquely huge knot ripped out of Toby's tail-hole. A bit of blood trickled out before being overtaken by a rush of cum. A hellish stinging now surrounded all of Toby's tail-hole. The teeth lodged in his neck were slower to come out. A soothing tongue immediately replaced them. Necros once again held Toby tightly and whimpered in his ear, as if to say he was sorry. Toby, however, was far too gone to think. The stinging pain only became greater. He swore Necros tore his tail-hole open but hoped vainly that it was not the case. Something far more significant had happened that Toby was not even aware of. For the first time in his life, Necros was crying.

"Good. It looks like I might let you keep him for a little while longer. Oh, and Toby..." he paused as if he had to summon up a will evil enough to think of ideas. "I'll be coming back a lot like this, and I'll be thinking of all kinds of new ideas and games you can play. Most of all, I'll be making sure you're treated like the worthless, mindless bitch that you are," Mathias said smugly.

Toby had no response. Although he heard the words, his mind was too focused on his present suffering to care. Necros still held Toby tightly in his arms. His tongue worked around his neck to try and sooth some of the pain away. Everything overpowered the poor fox. He had not even the slightest amount of energy in any of his muscles. The only thing keeping him conscious was the searing pain in his rear. His body became numb as seconds passed away. One last time he closed his eyes and did not open them again. Necros continued to hold the fox close while sobbing in his fur. He hoped Toby was not seriously hurt, and he hoped their bond had not been permanently severed.

"Necros be ready to fight soon. Please me and I might allow you more flexibility with your bitch," Mathias stated before turning and walking away leaving the two for the night.

End of Part 2