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"Here, for the two of you."

"Huh? W-what's this?"

Eric Vaughan deposited several coins, mostly gold, though some silver, into the fox keidran's outstretched paw.

"Payment for services rendered,' he replied, "You two officially no longer belong to me. I filed your initial paperwork this morning, before all the. . . fireworks."

Eric paused a moment, an almost dejected, sorrowful expression creeping across his face, before continuing, "I've also confirmed the sale with Ms Roselyn. So, presuming the filing office in the city hasn't burned down, you're now as free as I can make you. I included some extra for saving what you could from the Na'Rella."

Mike simply stared at the coins, cold and heavy in his paw, "This. . . is for me?"

What was merely pocket change for a noble was nothing short of a king's ransom for a recently freed slave. Never had the fox held or even seen such an amount of money, nor did he know the first thing that he may do with it.

Evals, for his part, was markedly less overwhelmed.

"Well. . . wow, uh. . . thanks, I guess." the canine said, "and. . . thanks for defending us on the docks, as well. For what it's worth, I'm sorry your ship went down like that."

Eric responded with the same, downtrodden tone he'd been using all evening, "It's alright. It's no small loss, but it's certainly not going to affect me as much as it will for some from this attack."

The human let out a sigh, staring blankly past the two keidran.

"I am sorry as well," he said, now polishing the lenses of his spectacles, "for putting the collar on you. I knew what those things did but I used them anyway, and I regret it. To be honest, this whole 'vacation' has given me a lot to think about. In any case, good luck to the two of you, wherever you're headed from here."

There was a brief silence, broken only by the sound of Evals jingling his coins about in his paw.

The dog eventually laughed, turning his back on his now-former master and bounding from the room.

"Yeah, well, good luck to you too, Si. . . Eric!" he could barely control his excitement as he said Eric Vaughan's first name to his face.

Mike was somewhat less forward, despite the liberty of action with which he now found himself, pocketing his gold and silver and quietly turning to leave.

"Mike," the human called after him.

"Uh. . . yes?"

A hand fell to the keidran's shoulder, squeezing gently.

"I think I owe you a little more," said Eric, coming up to Mike's side, "I took you from your home when you were young, barely a cub. There is so much you've missed out on, so much growing up that you weren't able to do. I'm sorry for that. I can't give you everything I took back, but maybe there is a small something I can do for you."

His demeanour, singularly dour to this point changed, and a grin spread slowly across his face.

"I've got a little gift waiting for you in your room. Hard to find in Edinmire, but. . . well, just enjoy."

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"Oh my, he's cute. Eric didn't tell us he was cute."

Trace had been kind enough to allow everyone a place to stay, as long as they needed he had said. Mike and Evals had been put up in what they were told were the guest quarters. Lavishly adorned with furniture and plush bedding, it was everything one would expect from the former Grand Templar.

At this moment, however, it wasn't the tapestries or the fineries or the surrounds that captured Mike's attention.

It was the two female wolf keidran, full, thick and completely naked, sprawled out on his bed. One tall with dark, grey fur, the other a little smaller with a lighter, tan colouring. The grey one was on her belly, arms propping her torso up and pressed her breasts forward. Her friend was indulging herself in an activity far more obscene. On her back, legs spread-eagled, her paw had found her sex, two fingered buried to the knuckles. Slowly, she slid them in and out of her already soaked cunt, wantonly masturbating herself, heedless of her audience.

"Uh. . . h-hi. . ." his voice came out as a stammer.

"Hi yourself!" the larger of the two chirped happily, "we were wondering if you were ever going to show. Vivi here was getting a little too worked up, she was about to start the party without you."

The tan wolfess moaned, pulling her slick digits from her cunt, tracing them slowly up her belly, across her breasts and to her muzzle, licking each in turn.

"But now, I don't have to," Vivi said, voice dripping with lust, "now you're here, and you can take care of me. I'm all wet for you, sweetie."

"I'm Cecile," the grey one said, "seems you're already quite interested in Vivi there. Why don't you let us make you a little more comfortable."

Cevile sauntered up to Mike, her hips and tail swaying sensually as she moved. Delicately, she placed her paws on his shoulders, guiding him over to the bed, the scent of Vivi's self-pleasure increasing with every step. The fox's heartbeat, already well above normal, elevated even further. This was. . . something he hadn't anticipated. Vivi was laid out before him, legs now hanging off the edge of the bed, dripping pussy and pert breasts on full display for him.

"Like what you see?" she said, grinning up at him, "want a taste?"

Cecile placed a paw on the back of Mike's head, gently encouraging him forward.

"Go ahead," the grey wolfess said softly, "eat her. You can do whatever you want to us. Anything at all. Anything. . ."

The young male fox fell to his knees at the edge of the bed, the most delicious of prizes presented before him. Trembling, his paws found Vivi's knees, pushing ever so slightly and spreading her just that little bit more. His muzzle dipped forward, closing the distance. The sight was incredible, the smell even better. He had snuck the occasional perving glance at Kathryn, and stolen her undergarments on occasions from the ship's washrooms.

The real thing put those sinful escapades of self-indulgence to shame.

Mike pressed his muzzle to Vivi's wet, inviting folds, and inhaled deeply, his nose in direct contact with the source of her sensuous essence. His tongue followed, pushing between her petals and licking, deeply and hungrily, from the entrance of her tunnel to the hood of her clit.

Vivi moaned, guttural and throaty.

"Oh yes, foxboy, just like that! Oh. . . oh yes, you're an eager one, aren't you?"

Cecile set about removing Mike's clothing, piece by piece, peeling them back from his body as the fox went to work on the smaller wolfess' cunt. The sounds of his eager lapping and her moans of pleasure filled the room.

"Hmmm, foxy!"

Mike drove himself forward, wanting to engross himself in the experience he had so long lusted for. The taste of his heated bitch, offering herself to him without pause, drove him wild.

Abruptly, it ended.

"Hey! Wha. . . I was just. . "

The two female keidran pulled him up and onto the bed, sitting down either side of him.

"Oh, we know," said Cecile, nibbling teasingly at his ear, "you were really losing yourself there. But Vivi and I wouldn't be taking care of you if we let you do all the work, would we?"

Her paw sunk down to his crotch, grasping firmly about his rock hard erection, before continuing, "just think about all the things we can do for you. . . or do to you."

Her paw started to pump up and down, agonisingly slowly, the lightest touch of her fingertip pressing against his tip.

"Uh. . . ha. . . w-what sort of things?" Mike asked, the motions of her paw taking a heavy toll on his ability to speak clearly.

Cecile kept her paws moving over his foxhood, "oh, all sorts of things. Things you've probably thought about a few times before, I know Eric kept himself quite a number of cute little keidran girls. Foxes. Cats. A few dogs. Not sure about wolves though. Ever had a wolf bitch?"

"N-no. . ."

Her fangs flashed into view, "well, you're about to!"

A rough shove from the wolfess had Mike on his back, his head landing in Vivi's lap. Her face beamed down at him, paws running through his headfur, playing with his ears.

"Cecile is really good at this, you know. . ."

Mike blinked, "good at what? What are y. .. oh . . .OHHH. . . OH GODS!"

Cecile's muzzle, warm and wet, descended over Mike's cock. Her tongue ran across his tip, curling around, sending waves of rollicking pleasure through his loins. All the way down she went, taking in his entire length and sucking, moaning into his crotchfur and she gave the male fox the first blowjob of his life. She stayed in place, growling over his shaft, tongue continuing to work at him. After what seemed to the fox all too short a length of time, she pulled back, going up far slower than she had gone down on him, continuing to suck, continuing to lick at him, every second heightening his pleasure.

"C. . .C. . ."

"Oh foxy, don't bother talking," Vivi cut in, shifting herself, "put that tongue to better use, just like you were before."

The tan wolfess straddled Mike's head, her searing, dripping cunt now positioned directly above his face. Her silky smooth thigh fur pressed against his cheeks, cutting off his senses entirely, save for her pussy.

"Ready?"

Vivi lowered her hips, inch by inch, tail flagging up as her sex slid down onto the fox's eagerly waiting muzzle. He folds pressed against his maw, and she bucked, grinding her cunt into his face, smearing her freely flowing juices across his lips.

"Yes, that's it foxboy. .. "

As Cecile continued to suck hungrily on Mike's foxhood, Vivi fucked herself senseless on his face, furious gyrating and twisting herself, moans now screams as his tongue found the most sensitive spots inside her.

"YES!"

A sudden coldness hit his foxhood, his flesh now bare to the air.

"MRRPH!"

Muzzle was replaced by cunt, tight and needy. The grey wolfess hauled herself up and onto the bed, her paws finding his cock and positioning his tip at the entrance to her love tunnel. She slid the sensitive organ through her folds a few times. Though already wet with her saliva, her nectar now mixed in, beads of it running down his shaft.

"Fill me, fox!"

Cecile, as Vivi had, sunk herself down, impaling herself on the Fox's length. Already heated, the three of them already embroiled in the throes of love and lust, there was no slow savouring of this, no time to pause and relish the sensation of intimate flesh on intimate flesh, of the young male embedded inside her. Heated, carnal need was all that mattered. She thrust up and down, forward and back, aggressively slamming her hips to his. Mike met her movements, as distracted as he may have been by Vivi's thighs and cunt, slamming his hips upwards, doing his utmost to fuck the two wolfesses with every bit of energy his lithe body contained.

His cock throbbed inside the divine embrace of her cunt, walls pressing in on his length, every thrust sending him further and further from rational though. His tongue continued to work, muzzle and nose now overwhelmed with the obscene, hot and sensual scent and taste of horny wolf bitch. He devoured her, drove forward, consumed her pussy with all he was worth.

Vivi and Cecile locked their maws together, seeking to do anything, anything at all to heighten the pleasure. Nothing was enough, not making out with each other, not forcing their nethers upon the enthusiastic fox. They screamed, two voices raw with pleasure, one muffled with cunt. Climaxes hit them, one after the other, crashing over them, electrifying nerve endings, causing all three keidran minds to fog over with lust. Wild and savage, in their natural element, brutally fucking each other without care, without concern for the niceties of society that had been thrust upon them. A fox, and two wolves, and a sea of pleasure.

It lasted some time, longer than any of them would care to remember. Eventually, Mike found himself cuddled between two sweaty and soft wolfess bodies, the smells of their escapade dying away, though the memories still burned fresh into his mind.

Vivi nuzzled his neck, delivering a soft kiss upon his fur.

"You're a lot of fun, foxboy," she said, "We'll go again in the morning.

"A-again?"

"Hmmm, yes. . ."

Cecile seemed to have other ideas. A paw again wrapped itself around his length, stroking back and forth until he was hard again.

"I don't know about morning," she said, "get some sleep, foxy, but. ..."

"She relaxed her grip, though continued to slowly stoke up and down.

". . . I might want to play with you a bit during the night."