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Chapter 10 - No Regrets

The town of Kononoano, once up close, indeed didn't seem like an ordinary town. There were few stores here, and none of which proclaimed their goods as they would in every other place. One saw almost no children or women, and the ones one saw looked either poor, or as though they would put a knife in your back for the last coin you carried. The men were even worse. Bundled up in rags and cloaks, to protect them from the cold weather, they were unshaved, unwashed and unfriendly. Everyone looked to be either grumpy or busy.

Jack had lit one of his cigarettes again and looked cautiously and judging through the narrow streets. No one seemed to care for the two, and now, that they were a good bit into the town, Sis could make out others of his kind. Most of them were chained and led by a human, only one rat he saw was straying through the streets alone. From the short glimpse Sis had upon him, he looked to be half starved. He was a more or less living reminder that, weren't it for Jack, Sis would now suffer the same fate. Hungry, hated and hunted. Over the last few days it had felt almost normal to Sis, that Jack was there and shared his food with him, and shared his blanket with him. But the sight this town offered was the newly revealed truth that it was anything but. At this very moment he thought of himself to be a very lucky fox.

Jack turned into a sideway, away from the main road, and continued through the narrow passages formed by the surrounding buildings. Sis followed behind him. It looked as if Jack knew this place. In such a small street some humans turned a look towards the fox, though they never seemed to be wary, or care much about him. Sis just ducked and went after Jack.

After a few minutes they reached their destination. It was a building somewhat bigger than the others, and in a better condition. It had only one ground level, small windows and a sign over the entrance that read 'Good Night Scum'. Jack snipped the rest of his cigarette into the muddy snow before he entered the house.

The interior was a small dining area, too small to fit the buildings outlines. Two hallways, to the right hand side and to the left beside the counter, which contained several doors to rooms, and the distinctive name of the establishment, told Sis that this was a tavern of some sort. The dining area was empty, only behind the counter stood a female, lazily swirling a wet cloth through a glass beer tankard. The woman was middle aged, though her hair was already grey. The skin was dark and rough, her features were rather manly, quiet muscular, and the face was anything but hospitable. She acknowledged Jack with a bored stare as he approached her.

"One room for one night," he stated, the ever present happiness gone from his voice.

The woman continued to clean the tankard. No attempt to make a good impression on a paying customer was made, until she answered, "Four."

Jack reached into his pocket and firmly placed a few coins on the counter, which quickly disappeared into the woman's dirty apron. She placed the tankard down and let her gaze slip to Sis, then back to Jack. "This ain't no zoo here, right?" she said.

Jack looked down onto the fox, "Oh, this. Don't worry. He'll stay outside."

The woman knitted her brow and turned to pick up a key from the board behind her. "Welcome to the 'Good Night Scum'," she announced lifelessly as she handed the key to Jack, who stuffed it into his pocket. "Sixth to the right," she added, pointing to the right hand hallway before minding her own business again.

Jack turned and headed for the exit again, the fox behind him. It was strange to see the human in such a serious matter. He wasn't smiling and his tone was really stern. For a moment Sis wondered if he was only like that around him.

Once they exited the tavern, Sis spoke up, "If you're thinking, that I will stay outside, in this cold, you're wrong."

"Haha," Jack laughed, "Foxy, do I really look like I would let you sleep in the open?"

"Why do you want to stay in this place?" the fox asked.

"Because it's clean," he replied.

"Doesn't look like it."

"Yeah... the kitchen's maybe got a little 'bug problem' and the whole place smells like last week's garbage, but the beds are free of fleas and the rooms are adequate for this region. Trust me, there are far worse places here," he explained and stepped from the place's porch into the snow, "Now let's get us some dinner."

After another short stride through the back alleys, they reached a rundown booth squeezed in between the narrow gap of two larger buildings. The booth was open to the street and consisted of nothing more than the cooking place, the counter and a few stools in front of it. The entrance was partly covered with a thick, filthy cloth, to serve as a protection against the cold wind and to keep the snow outside. The cloud of white steam, emitting from the cooking area, smelled strongly of fish and very spicy.

Determined, Jack shoved the curtain aside and plumped himself down on one of the stools. This time he wore a more open expression on his face, and one of his smiles. Likewise was the host more concerned of the happiness of his customers, than the woman in the tavern was.

The man wore a stained apron over his corpulent body and had a short beard. He looked over Jack and smiled between his red cheeks, than immediately approached his new guest, "One bowl for you and leftovers for your short one. Yes?"

"Two bowls actually," Jack replied holding up two fingers, "He's been a good boy today. Brought me in quiet a sum. Didn't ya?"

Sis had no clue what he was talking about, but if it would spare him the leftovers he would play along. So he nodded when Jack looked down at him.

The host looked derogatory over Sis, as though his food would be horribly wasted on him. "As long as you pay for it, I don't care. But he won't eat in here. This is no stable."

Somehow these words sounded familiar to the fox.

The host turned quickly and stirred through a big pot, sitting on the fireplace. Soon he had filled two wooden bowls with its content and placed them in front of Jack on the counter. Jack in return placed two coins in front of the man and handed one of the bowls down to Sis. "Eat outside," he ordered and went for his meal.

The fox wasn't happy about the game Jack played. It made him feel as though he was turned down by the only person who gave a damn about him, as though he was just a slave again. But this game had just bought him a hot meal, so he accepted the disguise and stepped out in the cold air.

Sis sat down on the wooden step to the booth, behind the thick curtain, and took a closer look at the food he was provided with. It was a fish soup. Thick, strong, very spicy and relatively fresh. And he was given a spoon too! Whether it was out of pure routine, or because the host obviously thought very highly about his soup, which Sis found indeed quiet good, as he tasted it, he didn't know. But it was quiet funny to think of him as a man who thought he'd belong into a stable, yet provides him with adequate cutlery.

However mindless he was, he sure knew his profession. The fish soup was really good. The fish fitted the setting and filled him good, and the strong seasoning tasted hot and made him feel warm against the cool evening breeze. So he sat there, in a snow covered corner, somewhere, and hurried to eat before the food got cold.

The bowl was more than enough to fill the little fox's stomach and soon Jack was done himself. The human handed the dishes back, exchanged some last words and then both were on their way again. Sis noticed they were heading in the general direction they had come from, so he presumed they were going back to their quarter for the night. And a short walk later he found himself indeed at the corner of the low tavern building.

Jack, who had lit yet another of his cigarettes, pointed into one of the narrow passages, "The room's somewhere down that lane. I'll open the window. Make sure no one sees you."

Sis nodded and turned for the lane, while Jack entered the building through the entrance. The lane was empty, save for a few persons crossing it through side alleys, so remaining unseen would not be a big problem. Sis slowly walked down the alley until he stood at the middle of the tavern. He leaned against the wall and waited for Jack to open the window, and while he did so, he observed the streets. They were still empty. All the surrounding buildings were also lifeless, the windows dark and the doors closed.

The night was approaching and Sis' breath condensed into white clouds as it left his nose. The sight reminded him, that it was about to get really cool soon, when the winter fully settled in. With mountains of snow, freezing winds and most likely some snowstorms. He hoped he would make it a fair deal into the north before the weather got too bad to travel. Hiding in taverns and inns for months might become a bit troublesome. That is, if Jack would be up to it at all. Without him he'd have to have slept in the snow.

A few paces beside him a window opened. With a quick sniff of his sensitive nose he knew it was Jack. He glanced from left to right once more before he moved. Still no one in sight. So he approached the window and quickly slipped in.

The room was dark, illuminated only by the dim light that passed the narrow window. Jack lit a small candle while Sis closed the window behind him. As the small flame sparked to life, more features of the room revealed themself. It was a tiny chamber: a bed, a table and the window. That's it. But, due to the low and sturdy design of the building, it held a moderate temperature, and the bed was provided with some pelts and it looked and smelled clean.

Jack had already dislodged his backpack and was about to take off his jacket. Sis leaned backwards against the small table and pulled off his pullover. It has gotten a bit wet due to the snow, so he hung it over the edge of the table. "So, tomorrow we'll resupply in the town, yes?" Sis asked.

"Yeah," Jack replied, tossing his top onto his jacket and sat on the bed to untie his shoes. "I plan on sleeping in, tomorrow. The way to St. Curson isn't far. Business for me starts in the evening anyways. Then we'll get the money, get resupplied and get us some equipment. That should speed us up some," he finished and tossed the boots aside.

"What kind of equipment?" the fox questioned, as the warmth of the room started to heat him up.

"Cloaks, pelts, a tent..." he listed.

"A tent?" Sis interjected, "Are we going to sleep in the open?"

"Why yeah. There isn't much civilization up north from here. Not that the places here are civilized at all, but...." He started to unbuckle his pants, "Anyway, from St. Curson it's either straight to the north through the wilderness, or along the mountains in the east, where there are some settlements."

"Why... why not that way?" The fact that Jack was almost finished with undressing set the fox at unease.

"Because along the mountains there are mines, and in the mines there work slaves. Many of them. Most of the settlements are mines and I don't wanna drag ya 'round an' explain to every darn mining worker, why I dun' wanna 'sell ya for the best price I'll get'. That and it would take us about three weeks longer," explained the human as he got ready for the bed.

He could see his point. If it would take them three weeks longer that way, they would be likely snowed in. Not to mention that it would cause trouble to travel through a place that lived off of slave work. In a mining complex, they might have a bed for a human traveler, but where a slave would stay he knew all too good. And sneaking in there would be too dangerous; for himself and Jack. And he didn't think that the human would take such a risk.

"You coming to bed now, or what?" Jack asked, offering the place next to him.

Sis sighed and took off his shirt, before he sat down on the bed to open his pants.

"Get your hands off of me!" he ordered as he felt one of Jacks big hands creep up his back.

The hand stopped its movement, but remained where it was. Sis hesitated to completely undo his pants. "Oh. Don't be so mean to me. It's cold and I wanted to warm you up," Jack said, and the fox could feel his smile without having to see it.

He reached around and freed himself from the offending hand. "I'm fine!" Sis stated, quickly slipped his pants off and laid into bed.

The soft pelts heated him up quickly, more so since Jack had warmed them already. Sis placed his arms over the covers and tried to squeeze one of the pelts between his and Jack's body. For a moment it was quiet, but soon Sis felt the human shift again.

Jack turned and laid his head to the side to look at the fox. "Psssst," he whispered into his big ears.

Sis closed his eyes, "What is it?" he asked annoyed.

Jack moved even closer to Sis' ear, "I've got a little 'itching' down there."

The fox turned his head to look Jack in the eyes, "Then scratch it!" he stated.

The human made thick lips and looked sheepishly down. "I'd rather have you scratch it for me," He couldn't hide his smile for long, as he spoke.

"Why do you have to be such a weirdo?"

"Come on," he nudged him.

"No!" said Sis.

Jack nudged him again, "Don't tell me you didn't liked it back in that inn."

"I'm not doing this again. Got it?" the fox stated firmly.

Jack lay back down and sighed heavily, "You're right. I'm sorry. I shouldn't be so selfish all the time."

Sis raised an eyebrow at Jack's sudden insight, "Well, yeah... Just restrain yourself."

"I've really been a bad friend to you," Jack apologized. "But I'll make it up to you right now! Last time you had to start, and today, of course, it will be my turn!" And with that Jack shoved the covers aside, positioned himself on top of the fox and brought his head down into Sis' lap.

Sis crawled the pillows up as far as he could, trying to get away from him, but Jack held him tightly by his hips. As the human's head draw nearer and nearer towards his crotch Sis tried to push it away, but the man was stronger. "Jack! What the hell are y-. Get off of me! Stop it you ahhrrrgh...." a shock run down his spine when Jack's tongue touched him.

While the human's hands held him firmly in place, his tongue moved into the slit of his sheath. The fox clawed desperately at the pillows behind him and flailed about with his legs to back down, "Jack... Stop this right now, or... hrrrgh..." He wasn't able to finish the sentence as the man's tongue found Sis' sensitive member, inside of his furred sheath. "Gahh..." he gasped and pressed his thighs together while Jack rotated his tongue and tickled his cock.

The fox let out another throaty sigh, as he felt the first swell of blood rush into his member. His quickly stiffening cock only facilitated it for Jack to tickle him more. By now Sis' legs had stopped moving and he had loosened his grip enough to slide a bit down from the heap of pillows. He swallowed hard and tried to form words, but none came. Soon his pink tip emerged from its furred home. Now Jack was squeezing his tongue between his hardening member and the inside of his sheath. He moved his tongue back and forth, deep in and slowly out again. He licked over his tip and circled it. The feeling was indescribable!

One of Jack's hands wandered from the side of the fox to his sack and placed the balls gently in its palm. A soft grab at them caused the member to expose itself further, while the human took his tongue away to get a breath, "Now?" he asked, huffing a hot breath over Sis' exposed flesh, "Isn't too bad, is it?"

"Hurh...," puffed Sis, "Sh- shut up... Jack."

"Right," he said, giving the balls in his hand another grab, resulting in yet more of Sis' gasps and another growth of his pink peak of lust, "I wasn't quite finished here."

And with that he wrapped his lips completely around the small tip, giving it a light suck and receiving a light thrust in return. He continued to fondle the balls in his hand, and soon the fox's cock reached its full length. Jack withdraw his lips and gave the lower section of his shaft a few long, wet licks, inserting his tongue again into the, now very tight, sheath of the little fox. Now he traced the shaft up, with his tongue tip, to the very top; slowly and delicately. Then he wrapped his lips again around the cock and went down on it, and further down, and further down, until his lips touched the white-furred fox sheath.

By now Sis' hips had raised a good distance from the mattress, as he tried to hump into the soft, warm, wet human's mouth. He tried to restrain himself, tried to lay flat against the bed, to push his back down again, so that Jack wouldn't notice, that he liked it. But... hadn't he already? Was he actually enjoying this at all?

All thoughts faded into nothingness as Jack's mouth pressed even further down and pushed the sheath down with it. As Sis' member slid deep into Jack's mouth the human extended his tongue again and pressed it under the sheath. He could already feel how the knot was swelling. It was time to release it.

While he continued to bob up and down, Jack took his hand from Sis' sack and gripped around his sheath. A last time he draw his mouth back, until only his lips were barely touching the tip of the fox's cock. Then he went down again, slowly, and he pressed his lips tight together. While he did so, he moved his hand also down, taking the sheath with it, peeling it slowly, very slowly, over the fox's fattening knot.

Sis had long ago stopped resisting. Jack was just too skilled for that. The only thing he could do was to moan in the rhythm Jack applied.

The furred skin was slowly stretching over the canine knot while Jack pulled it down, further and further until it slipped, with a rush, down the rest, and settled comfortably behind the knot. The revelation of his knot made the fox yip in excitement and he bucked his hips up just as Jack pulled his head back.

He released the shaft and left it wet and cold against the air in the room. Jack took a satisfied look over the fox lying in front of him, panting and horny. The fox in return looked back at him, his eyes shy and his ears reddened and folded back. As though he couldn't believe what was just happening.

Jack grabbed a firm grip around the knot and made convulsive movements to stimulate it into full hardness, than he smiled up to the fox, with a wide grin, and said, "Now I'll show you something, a Doberman once taught me."

Jack moved down again and he gave the swollen knot a few wet kisses, flicking his tongue all over it.

"Argh... Mmmff," muffled the fox as Jack paid special attention to the sensitive knot. Never before had he been touched in that way. And he didn't know how much longer he could hold back.

Now he went up and down the fox's length again, giving him two then three long sucks until his cock was rock hard. He positioned one hand on either side of the fox's body and readied himself. Sis watched through slitted eyes what Jack wanted to show him. If his previous performance was any indication, this would be the finishing blow for the fox.

With a swift motion Jack went all the way down on Sis' shaft, burying it completely in his throat, until his lips touched the knot. But he wasn't stopping.

He continued to push down, and to wrap his lips over the swollen piece of fox flesh. He opened his mouth wide to let the knot through and then he let it slip inside.

Sis squeezed his eyes shut and grit his teeth as his knot suddenly settled into the human's mouth and his tip was rammed a bit further into Jack's throat. "Hahhhhhrgh...," was all he could get out while he dug his claws into the pelts of the bed. This was it! Just a bit more...! And 'just a bit more' came...

Jack, the knot still wedged inside his mouth, moved his tongue over the underside of it, and with his throat he made swallowing movements, stimulating the fox's almost hurting cock even more.

Sis opened his eyes and looked down over his belly. He found Jack's head pressed against his crotch, his whole member disappeared into his mouth. Fuck! What was going on?

While Jack's throat convulsed around his cock, having him only seconds from finishing, he blew all worries aside and put one of his black furred paws on Jack's head. After a second he brought his second paw to the human's head as well. He just wanted to push him down, push him down on his cock. But he hesitated another second. Fuck it! He was as far down as one could get! So he pushed Jack's head down, feeling how his member moved inside him.

As Jack felt the fox's soft paws settle on top of his head he was running short on air, but he could feel, the fox was only seconds from cumming. When his smooth paws started to press down, trying to shove him further down that cock, he had to gag for a moment as the fox's tip poked deep into the back of his throat. But he would manage this. Just a few seconds more. He swallowed again, sending a shiver through the fox's body. And then it came.

As Sis held his human companion's head down, he could hear, feel and see how he gagged around his fat knot. He thought of releasing him, but Jack wasn't pulling back. He was pushing down, burrowing his nose into his white belly fur. Yes, he wanted this. And Sis wanted it too.

With one last push of those black, soft fox paws Sis erupted into Jack's throat. The human could feel how the knot was pulsing behind his lips, and how the little creature shot spurt after spurt down his throat. Since his head was angling downwards, gravity took over some of the job before he could swallow all of that hot fox cum. He felt it slide down into his mouth, against that knot and finally out of his lips onto Sis' white fur. Sweat was forming on his head, because he needed to breathe, badly. But he wouldn't let go until he hadn't drained the very last drop out of this fox.

"AAHHHRGH...." groaned the fox loudly as he shot the first spurt deep into Jack's throat. He could hear him swallow heavily around his knot. It was about time for him to breathe again. But not now! Not until he had emptied himself into him! He tightened his grip over the humans head and fired his second load, than his third, until he had given all he got. With a heavy sigh he plopped down into the bed and watched with half opened eyes as Jack pulled himself free.

Finally the fox was finished. Jack swallowed again to save as much of this sweet, salty fox cum as possible, before he pulled back. That knot had a remarkable size, compared to the small creature it belonged to. It was so big that Jack couldn't pull back and keep everything inside at the same time. So when his lips slipped back noisily, they revealed a red knot, dripping of cum and saliva. Everything that still stuck to the shaft he collected in his mouth, as he drew back, than swallowed it all. Finally he could take in a deep breath, and directly after that he tended to the mess he made, licking the fox's still throbbing cock clean.

Sis watched while Jack finished his job, still panting heavily. He couldn't move a single muscle, but he managed to mutter, "Hufff... fuck... Jack...."

The human had laid his head onto the fox's hip, the stiff member pressed to his cheek. He was breathing quickly. "I thought... that's what we were... doing just yet," he laughed.

Sis could only lie there and take the situation in. Had he just done this? With Jack? It felt strange, not unpleasant - well, not entirely - but really strange. It's a bit as though you have stolen chocolate: It feels totally good while you're doing it, but just afterwards you realize that you might have done a mistake, and that you can't undo it, since you've already eaten the chocolate.

"Regrets?"

"Huh, what?" asked Sis, suddenly shaken out of his mind.

"Whether you're regretting it? I know that face," repeated Jack.

The fox flinched slightly as he felt the humans hand for the first time, resting on his stomach. He swallowed hard, but he couldn't find an answer. Did he regret it? What was there to regret? He had just enjoyed the moment. Or had he? Yes, yes he had. He had been sucked off like many men could only dream about, he was literarily emptied. Admittedly, it was done by a man, a human man - not quite the regular way. But was this so bad? Jack seemed to do well, and he had the whole work to do. At first Sis thought, doing things like this with another man would make him... weak. As though he'd have given in to something no man should give in to. As though he'd made himself worthless, embarrassed himself.... But Jack was just the same. He took part in this - took actively part in this - and he was still the same. He wasn't weak, and he wasn't worthless, and more than anything he wasn't embarrassed.

He was a strong man, he could live very well on his own, he was happy, he was free to go wherever he wanted and no one had a reason to think low of him, or to laugh at him. No, there wasn't anything shameful in enjoying oneself. And there wasn't anything shameful in accepting that!

Finally, Sis shook his head slowly, "No. I'm not."

Jack's smile returned brighter than before. "Good," he said as his fingers started to crawl through Sis' belly fur, "'cause it's time to return the favor."