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Morning Sex

Chapter 22

Yeneneshe hated the sewers of Conwil, but it was the only way to Naleli's house without being seen by the dog lords who lived in the town above. The moment the rain stopped - that moment being just before dawn - Yeneneshe led Zeinara and Kayya to the walls of Conwil. A gate in the wall barred the sewer, the stench of its murky green water rising to choke them as they stood in the morning cold. Yeneneshe was first to descend the slimy ladder and the others followed suit.

The sewers were very dark, and Yeneneshe waved her small paw over the knotted end of her staff to bring light to their eyes. She caught the red vixen eying her staff curiously and looked away, not wanting to answer her unspoken questions. The staff had been a gift from Asres, who made it for her on her sixteenth birthday. Asres was a sorcerer who always used a staff, as it was best for channeling magical energy, and since she had already been trained by her sisters in the path of the staff, she took to the method naturally.

Yula, Mogethis, and white-tailed Thato had taught Yeneneshe many things long before she met Asres. If magic somehow failed her, she could also revert to paw-to-paw combat, as it had been custom among her tribe that cubs learn from a very young age how to defend themselves without the use of magic. Magical energy wasn't in endless supply. It cycled, draining the body as it was expelled, and its wielder always had to rest to restore it.

Because of Mogethis, Yeneneshe knew where to hurt and how. She could fight with dagger and spear and knew how to take her enemies down, viciously and mercilessly, before they could blink. She was to have studied under Thato, but Mogethis was her favorite teacher. The day they captured her and dragged her to Wychowl . . . she knew she had failed her teacher.

Years after they had escaped Wychowl, Gallus told Yeneneshe that many of her siblings had been held prisoner in the dungeon there. He'd heard the other Beaucerons gossiping in the kitchen about it. Yeneneshe was furious that he had kept such a thing from her for so many years - she was twenty-six by the time he decided to tell her! She ran at him and slashed her claws at his face. They were by a stream and he gathering water. He dropped the bucket to catch her wrists, and they fell together in the mud. She hated herself when she began to cry. She remembered how he held her, and how bitterly she screamed, "Why didn't you tell me!"

"Because you would have wanted to go back for them," Gallus told her gently and stroked her mane. "And I made a promise. I promised Azrian that you would never set foot in Wychowl again."

Azrian. Yeneneshe remembered the winged red vixen with fondness, how she held her to her breasts, how she soothed and comforted her when she wept. Azrian had been such a kind, compassionate creature that Yeneneshe couldn't understand why her tribe had hated the goddess. She remembered watching as the Children of Yfel burned effigies of Azrian and swore to kill her. They would sing songs of Azrian's eventual rape and decapitation, all in the name of Yfel. To this day, Yeneneshe didn't understand. And it angered her to realize that the foolish dog-fox had made Azrian mortal. Azrian was in danger! Azrian was roaming Aonre even now, powerless, vulnerable. Perhaps she was already dead. Yeneneshe glanced at Zeinara with hatred and wanted to strangle her. How could she do such a thing? How could she?

They traveled the sewers in silence, and Yeneneshe was glad when Zeinara and Kayya didn't plague her with questions regarding Naleli. They seemed too repulsed by the sewers to care much about talking for the longest time. Zeinara was a spoilt princess of the dog lands, unused to foul smells, filth, and toiling along on foot, but Yeneneshe was surprised - even secretly impressed - when the princess never uttered a complaint. Yeneneshe had also expected Kayya - a citizen of the magical world of S'pru, where everything was supposedly oh-so-perfect - to complain, express disgust, or even demand that they turn back. But Kayya was complacent, enduring the foul sewers in silence.

Yeneneshe was glad her companions weren't half as obnoxious as she'd thought they'd be, but she herself had to resist the urge to ask Zeinara about Mogethis. Her sister was alive! Mogethis was not a common name among foxes. In fact, there was no such thing regarding fox royalty, and Mogethis was, by fox law, a princess. Among the foxes, a princess was named when the clan's Seer touched her mother's belly during the pregnancy. The Seer would ask for a name from the clan's respective god. It was Yfel who spoke through their Seer to name Mogethis. The name "Mogethis" actually meant "beautiful murderer," as Yfel had foreseen Mogethis in battle, beautiful and terrible, killing all dogs who stood against her. The clan quickly took to calling Mogethis their Pretty Killer.

It had always seemed to Yeneneshe that Mogethis fell easily into her role. She became a priestess of Yfel without protest when she was chosen, taking their brother Nkwe with her to the sacred and reclusive burrow of the priestesses. There she was taught to wield fire and blade in the name of Yfel, to read smoke and water, to protect her own at the cost of her own blood. She killed with abandon and without conscience, often returning to the clan with dog slaves and dog pelts. She would drink dog blood with a nasty smile. And all the clan's males worshipped her beauty, kissed her feet, and longed for that which they could never know. For Mogethis was sworn to Yfel. She was Yfel's bride. And only Yfel could make love to her.

Sometimes Yeneneshe wondered if she could have fallen into her own role as easily. She was the youngest of her father's daughters, and because the others had become priestesses, it was either she or Thato who would marry to preserve the lineage. But Thato was a warrior and had sworn herself in sacred duty to lead raids against the dogs, to steal what they needed, and to preserve their way of life. Meanwhile, Oarona, the youngest before Yeneneshe, was sworn as the next Seer of the tribe. So that left Yeneneshe with the task of finding a suitable male to marry. That male would have been Naleli.

Naleli was a small gray fox stolen from one of Ayni's tribes in neighboring Curith and given to Yeneneshe when she was five years old. They were officially married before they had even turned six, as Naleli was only four when the Children of Yfel captured him in a raid. Yeneneshe remembered hating him. His face was always snotty and he cried all the time. It didn't occur to her that he missed his family, and as a result, she was cruel. But her parents kept telling her that it was her sacred duty to marry Naleli. In fact, it was her destiny. The Seer had touched Kabira's belly when she was pregnant with Yeneneshe and had foreseen her submission. Yeneneshe's name actually meant She Who Bends and Takes. The Seer actually _saw_Yeneneshe bending over and receiving a large penis, taking it between the lips of her sex!

Growing up with such a name naturally hadn't been easy for Yeneneshe. Before Naleli was married to her, the boys would argue about who was going to be the one to make her bend and lift her tail. She remembered how excruciating it was, listening to them bicker about her as if she were a prize. And then it didn't matter, because she and Naleli were captured. The tribe was lurking outside Wychowl, awaiting Yfel's orders, when the dogs caught wind of them. The dogs led an ambush on their camp, and many of them were slaughtered. To this day, Yeneneshe still had nightmares of her mother's lifeless body slung over a dog's saddle like a prize. What happened to her father, she could not say. She and little Naleli were shoved in cages and marched to Wychowl. Naleli cried the whole way.

Until Azrian saved her, life in Wychowl was hell for Yeneneshe. They kept her and Naleli locked in little cages, hidden away in some storage room. Everyday, the dog they called "Captain" would come to Yeneneshe and drag her out by the mane. He would take out his penis and make her lick it, and she would - until one day she finally bit him. She bit and bit until she tasted blood, and how he screamed. He slapped her to the floor, and he was so angry and pained, he left the room without locking her away again.

"Y-Yen? Are you alright? Did he hurt you?" Naleli squealed, clutching the bars of his cage, tears in his pale gray eyes.

Yeneneshe crawled to Naleli and opened his cage door. The little boy scrambled out at once and held her to his chest. Yeneneshe closed her eyes, and it was the first time she didn't resent Naleli. He was holding her so tightly. His skinny little arms were shaking. He kissed her head with trembling lips, and when she told him to run away, he immediately squealed that he would not. He swore to never leave her alone. But she knew it was his one chance to be free. So she slapped him. She yelled at him. She told him to run. Eventually, he did as he was told, glancing back at her one last time before leaving her bleeding on the floor. The captain returned and was furious to see the little boy was gone. He gave Yeneneshe the back of his paw for it. But it was worth it.

Ten years later, when she was sixteen and living with Asres and Gallus in Curith, Yeneneshe met Naleli in the forest. Initially, she attacked him, believing he meant her harm. He fought back with a viciousness that surprised her, at last pinning her to a tree with his staff against her throat. But they looked in each other's eyes . . . and they knew each other.

They sat together under a tree, and Naleli told Yeneneshe about his life of the last ten years. After she helped him escape Wychowl, he was found by a mastiff guard named Michael Hunter-Collins, who - instead of turning him in to his captain - took him home and kept him safe. Eventually, the Hunter-Collins family refugeed to Curith for fear their betrayal would be discovered. After the fox incursions, dogs who kept fox pets were under suspicion of actually working with them - the belief being that the "pets" were actually spies -- and many were dragged out by angry mobs to swing from trees. But despite the danger, Naleli continued living with the Hunter-Collins family, as he had fallen in love with the mastiff guard's son, a young mastiff named Neal Hunter-Collins.

Naleli slipped out on occasion through the sewers when he needed herbs, but for the most part, he stayed at home and stayed hidden. The morning he ran into Yeneneshe, he'd been gathering herbs.

Sixteen-year-old Yeneneshe had expected the Hunter-Collins dogs would be cruel to Naleli about his fox upbringing, or at the very least, intolerant. But he assured her that they were not, even going so far as to allow him to construct a shrine in their cellar. The shrine could be used as a quick getaway if the family was ever persecuted for harboring him, but so far . . . no one seemed to make the connection between the Hunter-Collins' "pet" fox and the little fox who had gone missing from Wychowl.

As the years went by, Yeneneshe kept in touch with Naleli, though she told Asres and Gallus nothing about it. Sometimes she would disappear for an entire day on the pretense of having gone off with one of the dog merchants they often traded with. Asres and Gallus seemed to believe she was in love with one of the dog merchants, and that suited her just fine, as she didn't want to worry them with the truth. The reality was, she spent a great deal of time praying at Naleli's shrine, praying to Ayni that she would bring fire and vengeance on those who had harmed her family, praying that Ayni would at least reunite her with her family . . . if any of them lived. Naleli was from one of Ayni's tribes, after all, and so the shrine he'd erected was dedicated to her. He once asked Yeneneshe if she didn't feel as if she was betraying Yfel by praying to her rival, and Yeneneshe answered no. Yfel had never done anything for her. Yfel didn't even protect her from capture and molestation! She would place her hopes in Ayni, who - like her - had lost a great deal thanks to Yfel and Ti'uu's meddling. And if Ayni failed her, then she would turn her back on the gods as a whole.

"This is it," Yeneneshe said when they had come at last to a ladder. Moonlight reached down to them in a pool, making the slime on the ladder glisten. Yeneneshe's voice sounded hoarse to her, and she realized she hadn't spoken in hours. None of them had.

"Conwil, here we come," Zeinara said.

Yeneneshe glanced over her shoulder at Kayya, who was looking very apprehensive in her torn white gown. "It is very early," she assured the red fox. "And this sewer entry is just outside Naleli's home, so it won't take long to reach it. No one should be around to take notice of us."

Kayya didn't seem reassured, but she swallowed hard and muttered, "Let's go."

Zeinara looked at Kayya with soft eyes. "Don't worry. I'll protect you," she teased.

Kayya glared at the dog-fox but looked away with a small smile.

Yeneneshe turned irritably to the ladder and started up. She had to admit that she was relieved to know Kayya actually desired Zeinara. She had been watching Ettoras in the water for so long . . . . wanting him . . . longing for him . . . that to hear that he was married had secretly devastated her_._ Yeneneshe hoped that perhaps Ettoras didn't care for Kayya at all, though she knew that wasn't true. Kayya was right: she had spied on them on their wedding night. She hadn't recognized Kayya immediately, but after Asres healed her burns, she knew her, and it was the reason she had decided to keep Kayya around but be rid of Zeinara: Kayya could tell her about Ettoras.

Yeneneshe still remembered the lonely night she saw Ettoras moving on top of Kayya. As she sat beside the stream, she saw them making love in the water. She saw the tender love in his eyes when Ettoras took her virginity. Those kisses and caresses . . . they'd left Yeneneshe furious but burning with desire as well. And for several nights, she had been unable to remove the image of that thick penis feeding in Kayya's sex from her mind. She had never been touched like that. And after watching Ettoras and Kayya, she wanted it more than anything, a male between her thighs. She hated that Kayya had known him in that way, and what was more, didn't even seem to appreciate it. Ettoras may have loved Kayya, but it was obvious to Yeneneshe that Kayya did not feel the same way. Kayya loved Ettoras like a brother. And after the tender way he had made love to her, Yeneneshe found that mind-boggling for the longest time. Her confusion was cleared up, however, when she saw the way Kayya looked at Zeinara: Kayya liked females.

When they ascended onto the street, it was raining lightly, and little puddles were everywhere. Ettoras appeared in one of the puddles, sleeping gently on the satin sheets of a large bed, as a foxhound sat beside him with a glass of water, stroking his mane. Yeneneshe could see the large, soft penis that rested on Ettoras' thigh. He looked beautiful lying there, his great golden wings folded behind him, his muscular arms cradling the side of his face, his golden mane tumbling around strong shoulders. . . . his bulging calves and hard thighs. Yeneneshe looked away from the puddle and felt the burn of Kayya's glare.

"I don't do it on purpose," Yeneneshe said darkly. "It just . . . happens."

Kayya blinked. "Then that means . . ."

Zeinara glanced between the other two. "What?" she prompted, sliding her paws in her trouser pockets. "Is this a magic thing? Some weird fox rubbish I wouldn't know about?"

Kayya glanced at Zeinara irritably. "It appears Ettoras is . . ." She hesitated, her dark eyes searching Yeneneshe's face curiously. "He's made a connection with her," she explained to Zeinara. "They have a soul-bond. Ettoras is a child of Ti'uu, Father of the Water and the Sun. He probably didn't do it on purpose, but he's connected himself to Yeneneshe through the water." She waved a tired paw when Zeinara blinked at her owlishly. "It's hard to explain. There's an old story about Ti'uu, that he bound himself to a mortal when he fell in love with her. He raised her to become a goddess --"

"-- and she was killed by Ayni," Zeinara added. "Turned into a foul beast and slain by her own son."

Kayya frowned at Zeinara. "How do you know that story?"

Yeneneshe turned away. How did Zeinara know? Simple: she had been raised by Mogethis! Her sister! Who she spent so many bitter years mourning! "Come. Naleli's home is this way." Yeneneshe abruptly took off, Zeinara's cloak swirling behind her. She wished she could leave the other two and go to Wychowl on her own. But given the way Zeinara hesitated about swearing to help her, she had the feeling Mogethis wasn't even in Wychowl.

Zeinara and Kayya followed and - to Yeneneshe's displeasure - continued their conversation.

"My mother worshipped Ayni when she lived here," Kayya said. "They passed the story down generation after generation. It was known as one of Ayni's cleverest schemes. She did many things to teach Ti'uu a lesson or else to stop his foolishness --"

"Why was it foolish for him to love a mortal?" Zeinara demanded. "And why did Ayni need to have said mortal murdered by her own son? That's bloody awful, if you ask me."

". . . murdered?" Kayya repeated incredulously.

Yeneneshe halted irritably when the other two stopped to look at each other. They needed to keep moving. A baker across the street was opening his shop and was eying them in amazement. He looked two seconds from calling the nearby guard.

"Yes," Zeinara repeated. "Murdered. I suppose you're going to tell me the goddess of mercy wasn't slain?"

"Mohaua's son was in _love_with Ayni," Kayya said. "He murdered Mohaua to please Ayni and win her love. He was a monster!"

Zeinara seemed unable to speak, and for that, Yeneneshe was glad. She grabbed Zeinara and Kayya by their tails and dragged them into the shadows of a nearby wall. The wall actually surrounded the garden of the Hunter-Collins' modest home, and Yeneneshe caught the scent of breakfast wafting over her head.

"Hey!" Kayya complained and snatched her tail free.

Zeinara playfully wiggled her strange dog-fox tail in Yeneneshe's grasp. "I didn't know you felt this way," she teased.

"Shut up!" Yeneneshe hissed and let go in disgust. She closed her eyes and felt the tingle when she summoned a spell to make the three of them invisible. Cloaked in her magic, they watched as the baker across the street swore to the guard that he'd seen three foxes trotting up the alley.

"Just strolling along, swinging their tails easy as you please!" the baker shouted, but the guard didn't seem convinced.

The guard was a towering Great Dane with a long face, clad in the scarlet and steel of Curith's elite. Shaking his head wearily, he took out a bit of parchment, spit on it, and slapped it on the bakery door: the baker was being fined for wasting his time. The fluffy white baker snatched the ticket off the door and did an angry dance as the guard walked away. Yeneneshe held back a smile and heard Zeinara's snort of repressed laughter.

". . . the first time I've been mistaken for a fox," Zeinara muttered. "They usually take me for a dog."

"Perhaps if you weren't such a drooling lecher," Kayya said irritably.

Zeinara glanced at her fondly. "Who could help themselves with tits like yours bouncing about?"

Kayya blushed and didn't meet her eye. "You are shameless."

"So they tell me," Zeinara returned. She glanced at Yeneneshe. "Why didn't you make us invisible to begin with?"

Yeneneshe turned to the wall and clutched at the vines webbed there. "Over the wall," she said and put her staff in her teeth. She could feel Zeinara watching her back, probably frowning as she waited for an answer.

"Invisibility is a focus spell," Kayya supplied. "It's like . . . holding your breath. Or holding back a sneeze."

"Ah. She wasn't . . . powerful enough," Zeinara said, a smirk in her voice.

Yeneneshe glowered and continued up the wall without waiting for the others. After only a short pause, she heard them following behind. The vines rustled softly as they climbed higher and higher, and somehow, she knew if she glanced down, she would catch Zeinara looking up her dress.

They dropped on the other side easily enough, landing amidst the bright flowers and herbs of Naleli's wild garden. He'd been cultivating it to perfection over the last ten or so years, which meant he made less trips to the forest for herbs. The Hunter-Collins family lived in a small one-storey house on the walled property, while Naleli lived in an adjoining shed. The cellar doors were just outside the shed, and Yeneneshe stared at them, silently recalling all the times she had descended to pray to Ayni. She glanced at Zeinara and thought perhaps Ayni had finally answered her prayers. Perhaps Zeinara would be able to reunite her with Mogethis. At last.

Old Michael Hunter-Collins lived in the house alone with the maid, as his wife had passed away only the year before. Sunlight streamed across the roof, reaching through the rain clouds to touch the tops of the trees with light. The gentle dawn was trying with all its might to push through, but the day remained dark.

"So," Kayya said skeptically, "where is this friend of yours?"

Yeneneshe glared at her.

Kayya shrugged. "I find it hard to believe someone like you has any friends."

Yeneneshe glared past her. "This way," she said and led them to the small shed. "Naleli has a shrine under the house."

"And I'm assuming this self-made shrine can take us to Maldoene," Zeinara prompted.

"Yes," Yeneneshe said irritably, "or I wouldn't have led you here."

As they approached, they could hear moaning and grunting. A slow blush crept across Yeneneshe's face. She recognized Naleli's voice, Neal's as well. Naleli was screaming for it harder, faster. By the gods. Who had sex this early in the morning? Not that Yeneneshe knew anything about that, she reminded herself.

They halted at the window as the screaming grew louder, and the three of them looked at each other, each silently coaxing the other to look in the window. None of them wanted to. At last, Zeinara folded her arms and said, "Look, he's your friend. Why should Kayya and I have to suffer?"

Kayya glanced at Zeinara and nodded in agreement.

Yeneneshe moaned, and climbing up on a wooden crate just beneath the window, she looked in. She winced at what she saw.

Neal was a very big ruddy red mastiff, muscular and strong, with a penis of an enormous size. He had gray Naleli in his lap and was holding him from behind, caressing his rigid phallus as he made love to him. Naleli sat on his erection, his own erection squirting against the meaty fist that massaged him. His tongue was out and his eyes were rolled back in his head. Neal bared his fangs in a growl, his big body fairly consuming Naleli in its grasp.

"Oh, baby . . . oh, Naleli . . . clench on me, baby . . . mm, so tight . . ."

"F-Fuck me, Neal . . . oh god . . . fuck me, touch me . . ."

"Umpfh . . . oh baby . . . this is all I need . . ."

"Ah . . . Ah . . . touch me, Neal . . . oh god . . . I'm coming . . ."

"Come in my fist, baby . . . it's heaving, let it go . . ."

"A-Ahh!"

As Naleli exploded in Neal's paw, Yeneneshe hopped down from the crate and turned wretchedly to the others.

"Well?" Zeinara demanded.

Yeneneshe sighed. "Let's just go down to the damn shrine."