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(This chapter will be from Peak's point of view.)

Peak's worries intensified with each camp liberated by Lopestown's makeshift military. The new arrivals were listless and shaking, and he found puncture marks lining most of their arms. As if in a trance, they barely reacted to outside stimulation and would follow orders without question, their eyes barely acknowledging the source of the commands. Like living zombies, they showed no personalities, and even Ko's delicious food and herbal medicine couldn't wake them from their stupor.

After a few days, they thrashed and foamed at the mouth, horrifying and twisted expressions contorting their faces. One of the tied men impaled his hand on Peak's stinger during one of these fits, and his seizure instantly slowed, his breathing becoming more even and his face unclenching.

Peak milked his venom for days, filling jars for Ko's use on the wretched creatures, but this was nothing more than a half-measure. As soon as the poison's effect wore off, the cycle would begin again, with the men lapsing back into a silent stupor and then seizing once again hours later. Peak felt a kinship with the enthralled monsters trapped in their complacency, and he wracked his brain for a solution. Perhaps his people would understand what was going on? The Bachelor camp, at least, was bursting with men far more knowledgable than Peak.

There wasn't time to waste. Peak couldn't wait for Russell's return, and as the final days of Autumn flew by, he set off for his homeland with Nimei, Buck, and Grom in tow. He would have liked to bring more with him, but most were far too busy helping Ko treat the drugged prisoners, and the threat of bandits still loomed ever-present. Tearing anyone else away from their duties was far too dangerous.

Snow blanketed the ground under their feet, but thick cloth protected them from the worst of the chill, and Brigirth was kind enough to provide them with sets of his magically enhanced armor and newly created weapons. The gems set in their armor provided an infusing warmth that kept the chill from their skin in a similar system to the heating the dragon's inventions provided to Lopestown's many buildings. As a result, even the bitter winds couldn't penetrate the bubble of warm air surrounding them.

As they trod through moist, muddy forests, fat snowflakes began to fall, and soon it was nearly impossible to see in front of their faces. They made camp for the night when visibility became so poor that they had no idea which direction was up. Peak found himself huddled in a small tent alongside his companions, listening to the whistle of chilly winds as they flapped the tent's flimsy cloth.

Crowded as it was, the tent soon became hot and humid, and the companions shed their clothing. Sweaty flesh pressed against Peak's, and he couldn't help his erection. Cloying scents of masculine musk growing within the crowded space were a pleasant distraction from Peak's worries, and he breathed deeply, feeling his barbed cock twitch. They wouldn't be able to continue until the blizzard let up. Surely a bit of fun would be welcome to pass the time?

Nimei pressed against Peak's chest, staring up with a familiar gleam. Sweet silvery eyes looked innocent while those soft lips mouthed at Peak's nipple, but he knew better. Peak knew what Nimei's wordless implication meant, and as the kitsune's soft tongue teased his chest, he hooked two fingers past the boy's stretchy entrance, spreading his hole open with a scissoring motion and baring him to their companions. Every movement showed Nimei's cute little cock and soft ass, and Peak grinned as the boy's slutty display caught their companions' attention. Gentle bites teased the manticore's chest in approval, and impossibly silky tails brushed over his erection, rewarding the lion for showing him off.

Grom was a familiar player in their little games, and he gave a conspiratory wink, throwing his arm around Buck's shoulders. His large cock pulsed to life, and he leaned into Buck's ear, nipping at his sensitive appendage while he whispered into it. Calloused but gentle, his free hand slid down to the bunny's desperately throbbing horse cock, teasing it to its full turgid length. Slowly, he stroked, and his whispers became more animated until the rabbit-man shook under his touch.

Buck was more reserved, but as his cock slowly bobbed in Grom's grasp, Peak could see a trickle of drool at the corner of his mouth, his eyes focused on Nimei's clenching entrance. Would he take the bait? That massive horse cock looked like it would properly destroy Nimei's hole, and Peak couldn't wait to see just how voluminous his orgasm would be. Nothing appealed more than another man's cream dripping down his balls from a loose, sloppy hole, and Buck's large, leathery balls looked as if they held plenty.

Grom's whispered words seemed to have the desired effect, and as Buck's cock belched globs of sticky arousal, he leaned forward, getting a closer look at Nimei's pliable rump. His nose twitched, taking in the mild scent of the kitsune's glistening hole, and as Peak's fingers slid from that stretchy hole, his tongue slid out to taste the kitsune's slightly gaped entrance. Nimei's cute little gape disappeared from Peak's view, drawing a gentle gasp from the experienced bottom as Buck buried his face to dig his tongue deep.

From experience, Peak knew that Buck wouldn't be able to resist Nimei's ass from that moment. His mind wandered to the first time that the boy had coaxed him inside him, and his balls ached at the thought, his slippery tip slapping against Nimei's pale chest with a drool of pre. "Addictive, isn't he?" He gave the kitsune's softly shaking ass a spank and slipped his palm under his chin, tilting the boy's head up and watching as those perfectly soft lips swallowed his thumb. "I was so lucky to meet him. My sweet little whore." Despite his deprecating tone, his eyes held infinite affection for the boy. Nimei completed him.

Nimei shuddered at his words. Peak knew that being referred to as a whore, a slut, or anything of the like was Nimei's wildest fantasy, and the boy's tongue grew sloppier against his thumb, eagerly caressing it with swirling licks. The boy's red hair framed his bedroom eyes perfectly and provided a stark contrast to the eroticism his slowly bobbing head showed. 'Talented whore' described the boy perfectly. HIS talented whore.

When Buck's mouth left Nimei's slippery entrance, his eyes held a hunger that Peak had never seen in the quiet man's expression. He raised himself to his knees, and the flaring head of his horse cock mashed against Nimei's yielding hole, awkwardly jabbing and failing to slide home. His inexperience with sex was showing, and it wasn't until Peak took hold of his medial ring and nuzzled his cockhead against Nimei's hole that he finally popped in, a high-pitched groan rippling through him. Wasting no time with foreplay, he stabbed his cock forward, bulging Nimei's stomach and filling the tent with the slap of balls against the kitsune's upturned ass.

Nimei's sweet pants were music to Peak's ears, and as the boy's hard little cock was forced up against his by Buck's frenzied prods, he drew him into a drooling kiss, letting the sandpapery texture of his tongue explore the boy's. A soft purr started in his chest, his hand feeling over the bulge of Buck's cock in Nimei's flat stomach. "Such a good little whore, fitting all that cock." he whispered in one of the boy's silken vulpine ears, delighting in its submissive flattening.

Peak could see Grom's hair-covered arms slip around Buck's waist, those calloused hands slipping over the rabbitman's lithe stomach, then up to his chest, tweaking his nipples. It was easy to tell when Grom's cock slid home in Buck's hole. Hard, squelching thrusts became more erratic, his cock jumping against the kitsune's inner walls. The bulge against Peak's palm throbbed, and as he lovingly massaged the boy's stomach, he could feel the rabbitman's approaching orgasm in the desperate twitches of that massive horsecock.

Buck's frenzied jackhammering took its toll, and Nimei went limp in Peak's arms, burying his face between tawny pecs while his little cock fired off thin ropes of satisfaction, drenching the underside of Peak's massive barbed member. "M-More. Please. More." The kitsune slut begged, using his hold on Peak's chest to desperately demand Buck's finish with needy pushes of his hips. Such a good boy. Such a perfect slut.

Buck's face twisted, and under Peak's approving hand, his cock began to fill Nimei's innards with vigorous, bucking pulses. With each spurt, the bulge in the kitsune's stomach grew, and soon Peak's hand cradled a rounded, squishy pocket of seed rather than the usual flat, silky expanse his tongue had often explored.

Clawed hands massaged the bump with reverence, his feline cock jumping as if voicing its eagerness to push into the sloshing mess that Buck had made of Nimei's tight entrance. First, however, there was another ample cock for the kitsune to milk. It would be rude to deny Grom's use of Nimei's greedy rear, considering he convinced the standoffish rabbit to shed his inhibitions. Without his efforts, poor Nimei would never have felt the greedy thrusts of that deliciously mammoth horsecock.

Buck's softening cock slid from Nimei's gaped, futilely twitching hole, and Grom's pink helmet rubbed along the stretched rim. Unlike his inexperienced friend, he was far more sensual with his cock. Nimei's squishy tunnel was slowly stretched by that massive human cock, and as calloused hands slowly pulled him back to rest against Grom's big breeder balls, Peak could see the kitsune shaking. With deep, measured thrusts against Nimei's pleasure button, the former mercenary drew desperate mewls from the fox boy's heaving chest. His technique was admirable, and Peak could tell that Nimei enjoyed every second.

Peak couldn't resist the kitsune's blissed-out, drooling expression, and he laid his cock across the boy's face, his massive barbed length dwarfing the soft mouth that he slid his tip along. Smearing his messy member over Nimei's outstretched tongue, Peak marked his beloved slut with musky fluids, leaving the boy's cheeks and lips slick with slime. Ruined, sloppy, and panting as he was, Peak couldn't think of anyone more beautiful. His open mouth, with its sweet pink lips glazed with pre and foxcum, made Peak's stomach twist with desire.

Grom's climax soon joined his lover's, stretching Nimei's inner walls with more molten seed. His pulsing cock, barely held within Nimei's ruined, slack hole, slid free before his orgasm had ebbed, and a few strings of his seed decorated the kitsune's perfect cheeks like icing on the sweetest confection. Buck's needy kiss silenced his panting breaths as he sat back, and Peak gathered up his prize while the two embraced.

Luxuriously wet and without a single bit of resistance in its slack, silken walls, the kitsune's hole spread around Peak's cock. Combined fluids drooled down his shaft as he took his time, enjoying every bit of the warm, pliable innards twitching uselessly around his cock. Each deep thrust rolled thick, oozing seed down his balls, and before long, most of his lap was connected to the kitsune's broken, slutty rump by strings of mixed cum. Messy as it was, the sensation only drove Peak wilder. Strong arms gathered the fox boy's legs to his chest, and the manticore forced his voluminous release deep into Nimei's overflowing depths, adding to the growing puddle beneath them.

With Peak's lusts sated, he was a different man. He gently caressed Nimei's shuddering form, and his rough tongue lapped at the kitsune's neck, a rumbling purr vibrating through the tent. Playfully, he nibbled at the fox boy's ears, whispering sweet nothings into their plush depths. Pleasure radiated from his buried cock, and he stretched languidly, drawing his vulpine lover into a snuggling embrace inches away from the cooling puddle of seed. "You okay? We didn't hurt you, did we?" He whispered in the slutty boy's ear, smiling when he felt the kitsune's head shake from side to side. Gentle and careful of his claws, he reached down to play with his lover's still hard cock.

Nimei squirmed against Peak's shaft. The kitsune's slackened hole rolled along Peak's barbed shaft to grind its throbbing underside against his needy prostate, and the manticore heard his breath quicken. Peak followed his gaze to the couple across the tent as his fingers tended to the panting boy's desperately thrusting member.

On the other side of the tent, Buck and Grom entwined themselves in an affectionate kiss, and Grom's cock buried itself deep in Buck's plush rump. Their movements were desperate, and it was clear that they only had eyes for each other. Peak had to admit, their sweating, aggressive rutting was stimulating, and he felt his hips begin to move on their own, forcing himself, once again, deep into his vulpine lover.

After many shared orgasms and several hours spent resting, the storm had abated, and all four companions raced from the tent. Nude bodies steamed in the night, and a quartet of yellow streams colored the snow. Peak had to admit, there was an erotic element to their desperation, and as he watched Nimei aim his small cock, peeling back his foreskin, he couldn't resist stuffing a finger into the kitsune's swollen, sore rear.

Squeaking in protest, Nimei nevertheless leaned into Peak's molesting. His cock jumped with renewed life, and he leaned against Peak's side, his hand sliding around Peak's sheath, pinching it closed and giggling at the explosion of golden liquid when he released his grip. Cheeky little slut.

Before another orgy erupted, Peak slipped his clothes back on. Their fun was rejuvenating, but they had a job to do, and there was no telling when the snow might return and make it impossible to travel. Still, he kept his hand firmly on Nimei's rear, reminding him of his predatory intentions. Fluffy tails twined around his wrist, and he sighed contentedly as the kitsune leaned against his arm.

Trees gave way to wide open, snow-dusted plains over the next week. Freak blizzards stayed away, thankfully, and the small party drew ever closer to Peak's home on the Penetona Plains. Hopefully, Peak's venom supply was holding out in Lopestown. Losing anyone before he could return home with a solution wasn't acceptable.

Peak felt unsure. On the one hand, he was looking forward to showing off his kitsune lover to the Bachelors, but on the other, he worried for their sake. What if the slavers had taken them, much as they had Peak, all those months ago. He'd been so busy securing Lopestown's growth and doting on Nimei that he had completely forgotten about his old friends.

Despite his absence, his brothers in exile never forgot him, if the warm hug from the first sentry they came upon was any indication. "Peak! Welcome back!" The jubilant older man's tail swayed behind him, its wickedly sharp tip unfurling and catching the light. It was Boulder, Peak's middle-aged mentor. Boulder had taken Peak under his proverbial wing when Peak's father exiled him from his village, and Peak thought of him as the father he never had.

"Boulder! Glad to see you're still as plump as ever." Peak playfully jiggled the older man's belly. "Sorry I haven't been home in so long. I've had one hell of a year." He explained his circumstances, bringing Nimei forward and resting hands on the kitsune's shoulders. First his capture, then his torture, rescue, and idyllic existence in their erotic utopia, finally culminating in his reason for seeking out the Bachelor group.

Boulder listened intently, his chubby face lost in thought. "We've had a few warriors wander into our village with similar symptoms to what you've described. You should speak with Trunk." He pointed towards the largest of the huts in the center of the village. As he walked away, he waved with a pleasant smile. "Don't be a stranger, kiddo. This poor old man will get lonely."

Trunk. Peak remembered the man. Leader of the bachelors, he always had an air of mystery about him, and something about his scent always seemed off. He wasn't particularly unpleasant, but Peak always sensed that he wished to be left alone. As a result, he hadn't spent much time with the man. Still, if he had the knowledge Peak sought, Peak would have to hope that he would cooperate.

Inside Trunk's hut, the air swirled with heady burning herbs, and the richly muscled manticore leader sat with his eyes closed, his hand intently exploring underneath his pants. Peak cleared his throat, and the man's hand shot out of his groin, a sheepish look crossing his face. "Who's there?" His voice cracked, and he cleared his throat, returning to a rich baritone when he noticed Peak's presence. "What do you need from me, young one?" forced regality dripped from his voice, and Peak had to stifle a laugh. So much for his air of mystery.

Peak explained his business to the flustered leader while Trunk hurriedly tied his leather trousers. There was no bulge in the man's pants, and Peak wondered if he was hiding himself to prevent others from laughing at his undersized endowment. Poor thing. It would definitely be a hit to his confidence if he were that small.

The massive manticore lost himself in thought. "Boulder is correct. Weeks ago, some of our men wandered into the village with glassy eyes, completely unresponsive. When they recovered enough to speak, they couldn't remember any of their actions while they were entranced." Trunk stood with a grunt, stretching his back, and Peak noticed a distinct lack of movement in the man's groin. He must be smaller than Nimei. Forget undersized; the poor man's cock was nonexistent. "If you wish to investigate, may I ask to accompany you? I need to ensure my people's safety."

Peak gathered his companions from the village center, where he left them. To his delight, Nimei was in the final stages of pleasing one of the village's males, and once he got his creamy treat, he made a show of swallowing for Peak's benefit, lapping the final drops from the male's tip. Gods, Peak loved that little whore.

Setting off in the direction Trunk indicated, they trudged through slushy snow and soon reached a yawning cave mouth. An odd buzzing noise echoed from within its depths, and strangely, the chill of winter disappeared as the party plodded forward, replaced by a hot, humid, and strangely sweet-smelling atmosphere that reminded Peak of the sauna in Lopestown. The buzzing grew louder until a figure materialized from a nearby passage.

"We do not approve of intruders." In a buzzing, exotic musical voice, the figure spoke. Strangely, there was no emotion in its words. Nimei's silvery flame illuminated the newcomer, and Peak was startled. Sharp-looking mandibles, a smooth chitinous exoskeleton, and bright yellow coloration with black streaks loomed from the darkness. Thick, powerful legs, bulging forearms, and a flaccid, jet-black humanoid cock that dangled low over soft-looking balls cut a handsome figure that clashed with the creature's expressionless insectoid face. The man was a wasp, though he was far more imposing (and much larger) than those Peak had seen before. A bulbous abdomen expended behind the muscular man's humanoid rear, and Peak could faintly see a stinger glinting at its tip.

"We do not mean to intrude. We're here seeking answers. Are you the one that's been poisoning my people?" Peak held his hands up to prove he wasn't a threat, and his companions followed suit, though most of them were busy ogling the newcomer's physique and likely wouldn't be willing to fight without a taste, anyway.

"You understand us?" Mandibles clicked, and antennae wiggled. The wasp-man seemed genuinely surprised. Compound eyes looked from Peak to Nimei's flames, and he tilted his head. "You will help us, yes? Use flames to free our brothers." He turned, and his hand waved them on, his footsteps receding towards the buzzing sound's source. From threatening to begging for help in seconds. This monster certainly wasted no time.

At the end of the passage, four more wasp men pressed against a door, scrabbling with raw, bleeding fingers at its iron frame. They turned in unison, and their antennae wiggled. Their resemblance was uncanny, and all of the creatures had the same patterning, build, and even their manhood size and shape were exact matches. Perhaps they were quintuplets?

Nimei's flames made quick work of the door, throwing reducing its frame to molten metal, and the insect men poured through. Following them, Peak was horrified by what lay past the door.

A dozen of the wasp men's doppelgangers lay on metal slabs, with their stingers forced into glass tubes, through which Peak could see a steady drip of venom. He recognized the method that the bandits had used to milk his tail, and he felt a pang of sympathy. Unprompted, he strode forward to free the poor creatures from their torment.

A keening wail tore through the creatures in unison as he released the final one, and as Peak followed their gaze, he felt his heart sink. The original five wasp men held a limp, obviously dead man cradled between their chests. He was smaller than his mourners, and Peak noticed the telltale signs of starvation's ravages. Smooth, brittle arms cradled something ghostly white and egg-shaped.

"Our king. We could not save him." the wasp at Peak's side leaned heavily against him, his antennae drooping. "We heard his pleas. We tried to break our bonds, but we were not strong enough. We failed him. We are lost." The insects fell to their knees around the corpse, and reverent hands took the egg from their fallen monarch's brittle hands.

Cradling the egg to his chest, a weakened wasp looked at Peak, his drooping antennae twitching softly. "You are different from our captors. We trust your kindness. Thank you for coming to our aid." He sat on a nearby slab while his brethren carried their fallen king in their outstretched hands until he was out of sight. "This little one is our hope for the future. Will you help us rebuild our broken hive?" Gentle hands stroked over the egg's pale surface, and Peak could almost see the sadness in the wasp's multifaceted gaze.

Peak couldn't speak for the rest of his companions, but he sat next to the mournful insect, resting his hand on a yellow-streaked shoulder. "I would be honored. I know of a safe place that will take all of you. First, however, I must ask. Do you know what was happening here?" He inferred that the effects of the wasp's stings were to blame for the monster's zombie-like state, but he still didn't understand why they were in this forsaken place.

"We, the Niix, were resting here in this cave until the cold receded. While we slept, humans tore our king away from us and locked him away. We kept others away from this place with our stings, but we refused to kill." The wasp let out a soft sigh, his mandibles clicking. "The humans grew angry with our hesitance and punished the king for our actions. We heard every lash of their whips while the humans forced our venom from our stingers. Heard our king scream for our help." The wasp's antennae drooped once again, and he hugged the egg closer, his pecs enfolding it protectively. "The humans thought us stupid. We heard them discussing plans to enslave others with our venom, and we grew angry. We chased most from this place, but they locked away our brethren. Our brothers tried to break through, but they weren't strong enough, and we languished in our powerlessness until you found us."

Peak could see anger written across his companions' faces. Their expressions mirrored the turmoil in his own heart. "You're safe now. I promise." he patted the drooping insect's back and helped him to stand. "Will you travel with us to our home? We could use your help to save some of our own." With Ko's expertise and samples of Niix venom, Peak was sure that

"We will help you. It's the least we can do for our saviors." The Niix were of one mind, and those tending to their fallen leader marched behind the egg's bearer within moments. There must be some form of wordless communication between the identical men, as they provided each other with supportive arms without speaking a word.

Trunk walked next to Peak on the way out of the dark tunnels. He cleared his throat, catching Peak's attention, and his burnt-orange eyes flashed in the gloom. "You mentioned a safe place- Perhaps you have room for more?" At Peak's questioning look, he shrugged. "The plains are dangerous. If I could give my people peace of mind, I would pay any price. Our home is unimportant compared to their lives."

"You're all welcome!" Buck spoke up rather than Peak, and the manticore could only nod along with the rabbit's sentiment. It was the truth. Peak knew that Russell would welcome anyone willing to coexist in their little paradise. Part of the magic of their growing community was their willingness to accept others, no matter how strange or different.