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Even for the most skillful of warriors, life in the times of swords and shields was a dangerous prospect. Mythical beasts that could breath fire as hot as magma, claws that could tear through steel like a fish gliding through the water, and powerful, rippling muscles that made their hides nigh impossible to cut meant that even the most adept warriors would need far more than just a blade and their wits to survive their daily encounters.

When a skilled, crafty warrior and a beast became friends, however, the combination was deadly to anyone who might be so foolish as to cross their path. Through the symbiotic relationship, an average warrior could become famous vicariously, just by being in the presence of such a powerful foe.

Perhaps the most terrifying prospect of all, however, was the combination of a truly deadly warrior, teaming up with a powerful, winged beast that was the perfect compliment to their abilities, creating a combat team that none could hope to stand against. The armies of entire kingdoms would be powerless to stop such a team, and though they were few and far between, one such team existed in the highlands of Morena, and upon their mountainside, no one was safe.

One of the most skillful warriors alive and a jack of all trades, Duhey the fennec fox was soon to have his abilities put to the test, unaware that he was on the verge of his own destruction if he should fall in the coming battle. The duties of the life he lead were often not the kindest, and he'd taken more lives than he'd made friends over his years as an adventurer. Though it was in no way personal, Duhey had unknowingly wronged hundreds of people in his heyday...

He just never would have gathered that he wronged a bounty hunter.

SWASH! A long, thick, feathered tail whipped out from behind a tree as Duhey made his way up into the foothills of Morena, answering to the call for his services in the small, mountainous village of Korandor. Every bit as quick and skillful as a warrior could be, Duhey was able to duck under the swipe of the heavy, powerful tail, but it left him vulnerable as he fell to a knee, ducking out of the way.

"You come to my lands unprepared, Duhey? How very foolish of you!"

Thinking quick, Duhey tucked into a ball and rolled further away from the tail, now that he could see it. He sprung up out of the ball and onto his footpaws, staring down the tree that they voice came from behind. "Don't mistake me for being unprepared, stranger! Light armor is much easier to move around in!"

Long, flowing leathers in the form of a cloak provided Duhey with some warmth for the mountains, and protection against minor blades. It left him agile, and completely covered both his light, creamy-yellow fur, and the sharp, shimmering sword that he normally brandished. For the feature of his bright, almost neon green hair alone, Duhey was easy to pick out in a crowd, but, deep in this forest, in the valleys of Morena, someone would have to be looking for him in advance to know him just at a glance.

"Yes, it certainly is..." the voice agreed, as a tall, strong gryphon moved out from behind the tree. Duhey gulped as he watched the majestic creature coming into view, completely shocked that it could hide entirely behind the small trunk of the aforementioned wood. "That's why I only wear a robe, myself...and nothing else."

Riding atop of the gryphon was a lioness, that much was clear, and the way that her black fur contrasted against the proud, light brown feathers of the gryphon made her impossible to miss. A robe of black with red accents on the shoulders draped over her body, and in her right paw, she carried a long, solid blade, one that Duhey was shocked she could hold so easily.

A female...? Peculiar...but she has a gryphon mount! I can't afford to take her lightly, Duhey thought, as he drew his sword from under his cloak and grasped it with both paws. "Letting me know of a weak point before battle isn't exactly wise, stranger! I'll have no shame about gutting you if you come any closer!"

The lioness giggled, covering up her muzzle with her free paw to appear dainty, perhaps as a ruse to the fennec in front of her. Her eyes were piercing, blue diamonds centered in a field of empty black, and their gaze narrowed on Duhey as he stood firmly in front of her. His body was unwavering, and his confidence unshaken, even in the face of a dangerous pair of opponents. "Gutting me? No, I don't think you'll be doing that anytime soon," she disagreed, "Though you are kinda cute...they didn't warn me about that. It's a shame that I have to bring you in..."

Duhey couldn't begin to think of what he would have ever done wrong to a total stranger, so he could only figure her to be a bounty hunter. His paws gripped tighter around the handle of his long, deadly sword as the gryphon approached him, but there was something about it; the lioness clearly didn't see him as a threat, and the gryphon's eyes, two twinkling spheres of amber mischief, were locked on him as if he were less of a target, and more of an object of affection.

"You'll find that no small task, my lady!" Duhey cried out as he finally charged, his blade at the ready. He had to leave a gap between them to give himself time to prepare, but as his paws pressed against the grass beneath him and he charged up the hill in front of him, his plan backfired, as it left the gryphon ample time to react. The lioness never even had to lift a paw; she only had to sit and watch as the gryphon fluttered up into the air. The wind cast by her powerful wings almost stopped Duhey in his tracks, and one quick, whip-like swat from her tail landed right across his face, plenty enough to make his knees buckle from the force.

The gryphon floated back down and stood over Duhey as his body fell backwards and hit the ground. He clenched the side of his cheek in terrible pain, feeling as though he'd been been struck with an axe or a blade, instead of a tail. His eyes winced shut, and he dropped his sword on the way to the ground, leaving him easy for the gryphon to pin, and even easier to be defeated when the lioness leaped down from her mount and stood over the fennec, pointing her blade into the side of his throat.

"I'm sorry..." she whispered, as he leaned closer and closer to his muzzle, her own painted with a devilish grin. "You were saying, Duhey...?"

The fennec was still gasping in pain as the gryphon rested upon him; the way he was pinned, it felt as though the gryphon was simply using him as a pillow, instead of trying to hurt him. "S-such perfect teamwork...you two couldn't be...?"

"Yelleena and Gwendolyn, mistresses of the Morena highlands," she introduced herself, and her mount, in one fell swoop. "I'm afraid that somebody wants you really, really bad for some awful crimes that you committed back east. You have only one saving grace, my cute little fox..."

Yelleena seemed to have a fluid personality, able to glide effortlessly between serious and playful, all within an instant. It left Duhey unsure of how to react, not wanting to irk his captors. "And that is...?"

"I want you even more."

**

The way that Duhey was stripped of his leather cloak was savage, hasty, and downright unceremonious. It was such a waste for Yelleena to allow her mount to tear apart the forgotten armor, but Duhey had to watch as his cloak was torn apart...supposedly, all for the sake of making sure he wasn't hiding anything.

As if that weren't a punishment enough for the fennec, his paws were tied together at the wrist and kept tightly behind his back, making an escape nearly impossible.

"I think that should just about do it," Yelleena confirmed, as Gwendolyn dragged her paws through the leather once more. Her work was haphazard, leaving some large chunks of leather the size of a plate-filling steak, and in other places, there was nothing more left of the armor than thin strands, no wider than shoe strings.

Duhey was certain of only one thing as Yelleena helped him down from the mount; he'd never be able to use that armor again.

"I don't suppose you're the type to choose death over dishonor, are you, Duhey? I don't want to run the risk of you being a jumper."

Though Duhey took his personal pride very seriously, and he always tried to act within the holds of the law, he knew that the very people he took orders from on occasion could be considered a tarnish on his pride. He would still defend it, certainly, but, "No," he confirmed, "To end your own life for the sake of preserving honor isn't just foolish...it's a dishonor in itself."

Yelleena snickered. "Glad to hear that you've got your priorities in order, since I'm rapidly going to change them..."

"All you are going to do is take me to the person that has a bounty on my head, and then, I'm going to make my escape from them, and carry on with my life," Duhey was quick to argue, but his steadfast and determined nature didn't seem to shake Yelleena one bit.

Rather, she'd moved from snickering to giggling, as she marched Duhey over to a small rock. She'd found a suitable clearing in the highlands, one that she and Gwendolyn often spent time alone in when they were looking to escape the cares of the rest of the world. "Didn't I already tell you that I want you more than the person who wants your bounty? I'm sure that you were listening, Duhey..."

Duhey stood in front of the rock as Yelleena turned him around. She made a small gesture to the top, flat surface of the formation, and though he was reluctant to do so while naked, Duhey sat down upon the hardened minerals and grunted, knowing that Yelleena could see his member, resting between his thighs, and then, resting on the rock itself. "I was listening, Yelleena, but do you really think I have any intention to stay?"

"I can give you all the motivation you need and more, Duhey," Yelleena explained, though her words were only a very brief explanation. Her black cloak with red accents slowly coming unbuttoned, and then, being tossed into the grass in front of her, however, was a more drawn out explanation...one that exposed her naked body to the fennec adventurer in an completely unexpected move. "It can be quite lonely up here in the highlands, my fellow warrior...why do you wish to stray from me?"

Blue eyes went wide, and a lump was gulped down a throat as Duhey felt a sudden pulse run through his whole body, ending in a delighted thrill at the tip of his exposed manhood. "W-wait just a minute, Yelleena! I d-didn't consent to this! I **can't consent to this!"

"You rather clearly lost our battle, Duhey, and as a prisoner and a bounty...you've lost the right to consent," Yelleena continued her explanation as she tossed her sword aside as well, showing that she meant Duhey no deathly harm. "Though, I am prepared to sway your opinion, if need be...do you truly wish to resist the natural, male urges that live inside of you? I can already tell that a part of your anatomy is interested..."**

With each beat of his heart, blood rushed down to Duhey's cock, and with each pulse of blood, his member grew stiffer, and lifted higher and higher off of the rock. Yelleena was already framing up her soft, full, perky breasts for him, allowing him a perfect view of the dark, onyx flesh of her nipples, just to help the process along.

"But...but this...this isn't right..."

Could it be...? Could my old fantasy really be coming true...?

Duhey tried to ignore the thoughts starting to race through his mind, but Yelleena was relentless in her pursuit of the male. One of her pawtips ran up along the valley of her slim, toned tummy and between the cleavage of her breasts, right up to her soft, tasty lips, all just so she could bathe it in a thin coat of her saliva. She gazed hungrily upon his member as she did, simulating every single thing she'd happily to do him afterwards...and when she was done, her pawtips came free, glistening in the setting light of the sun.

She knew that he was starting to waver when she guided the pawtip back down in front of her body, letting it circle over the slowly stiffening nub of her clit when it reached that far.

"Right? Duhey...this isn't about right and wrong. This is about want and need...and the fact of the matter is that I can see how much you want me...and I can't ignore how much my body needs you..."

To be a captive in such a situation was painful, as Duhey was still afraid to stand up, though his flesh was already standing at full attention and throbbing. Precum was already beading on the tip and starting to spill as Yelleena backed up to her mount, Gwendolyn, and showed Duhey yet another surprise...

...Gwendolyn was looking back at Duhey, her eyes of amber mischief cast over her shoulder. As Yelleena started to climb up over the bright, tan and brown fur upon Gwendolyn's lower back, Duhey's eyes couldn't believe the sight that they took in: a set of drooling wet vaginal lips, shimmering with a thin film of liquid desire. He couldn't be sure, but Duhey was almost certain that he could see a grin on the beak of the gryphon as both females now gazed at the capture fennec with eyes that could easily see past the resistance he was desperately clinging to.

"And you shouldn't ignore just how much my dear Gwendolyn needs you, either...I'm really being quite gracious, Duhey. We could force our bodies upon you and make you satiate us and leave you for dead up here in the highlands, lost and alone...but I'm giving you the option, the blessed choice to do this of your own free will...and stay by my side when all is said and done."

Any straight male with a brain would be a damned fool to resist such an offer, even if there were certain taboos about an upright creature bedding a feral, especially if it were a female. It was just the knowledge of what Yelleena had been paid to do that made Duhey hesitant to accept and believe the offer was sincere...but at the moment, he didn't have any other option to escape, and if he were to survive this ordeal, he'd have to play along, at least for a little while.

Gulping down the last of his doubts, Duhey stood up from the rock, his member bouncing just from the tiny step he took. "Then I accept your terms, Yelleena, if my safety is guaranteed."

"Safety...?"

"Yes, safety," Duhey repeated, rather vehemently.

Yelleena grinned as she jumped down from her mount and stepped right over to Duhey, uncaring of the way that trails of her desire were starting to drizzle down into the bright, vibrant red thigh-high boots she was still wearing. She allowed one of her paws, still in a glove and still wet from her earlier playing, to grasp around Duhey's cock and give it a gentle squeeze as she rested a paw on his shoulder.

"The only thing I'm guaranteeing is that I won't let anyone else have you, Duhey...your safety is none of my concern."

The lioness gave a very quick wink, one that didn't settle Duhey's fears whatsoever as she effortlessly tossed the fennec up over her shoulder and gathered up a little more rope.

_Stop thinking about your fantasy, Duhey...this woman is dangerous! _