A Quest For Revenge (MM, Footplay, Rape)
With one last brutal swing cutting into the hyena, a fierce growl came from the adrenaline-fueled fox, before the lifeless body of the bandit slumped over, defeated. Other bandits began to close in on the fox, gearing up and scrambling out of their small tents put up around the bandit camp, until the door to the one log cabin in the area opened up, and out stepped the bulky, black-furred leader of the group. Leaning against the doorframe, the male appeared oddly calm and relaxed, even applauding Taru for his unsavoury, yet necessary actions.
"Well done fox, you've cost me a pretty penny cuttin' Kerron down, but I'm not out of business yet. Not when I've got such a fine swordhand like yourself. What do you say? Whoever you are, whatever I've done to you or yer' people, I won't hold it against you. I can't say I even remember it, so how about you quit using your blade and use your head? This is a win-win for both of us here. Join us."
Taru snarled, detesting the mere idea of working with the villainous beast. "I'd sooner die and be with my kin - the same kin that YOU murdered, and put their heads on spikes! Your days of 'working' are no more. I swear I'll make sure of that - I'll have my vengeance!" growled the fox, raising his blood stained blade into a guard, standing ready. "I'll take you all on - I'll make sure as many of you pay for your crimes to the Gods as I can!"
"That's big talk for such a small fox. Alright, I'll give you a fighting chance - just you and me foxy. Backup lads, gotta show some honour among thieves now, haven't we?"
Cackling and sniggering came from all the rogues surrounding Taru, but the bandits obeyed their leader. Of all the things he was ready for, he wasn't prepared for Garros to come out in only a loincloth. Taru's snowy-white cheeks flushed, eyes widening while gazing over the muscular, broad & black-furred body of the beast. For a bandit, he kept his hygiene in good check, from his predatory teeth to his well-groomed pelt. The sheer size of Garros was concerning enough, being at least seven feet tall. What distracted the fox most however, was the male's bulbous sheath and hefty, hanging sack, clearly visible with a flutter of the rag attempting to cover him up. Once Garros was closer to the fox, the scent of the mighty male made Taru shiver too. He'd worked up quite a sweat, and the strong, masculine scent of the male was clear, yet not overpowering.
The werewolf didn't notice, or didn't care. Like a hunter locked on his prey, his weapon was drawn and the werewolf swung at the fox, clashing sword to sword. Steel met steel in a flurry of furious strikes, the two keeping good footing throughout, but the constant distraction of the werewolf's musk made the fox flustered.
"Hmm, you're slipping foxy, what's the matter, not used to fighting a real man? Of course you're not, you're a bitch just waiting to be bred, a whore born to serve. I don't blame you for being too headstrong to not see it, I'll show you soon enough."
On the contrary, Taru scrunched his snout up at the foul marauder's musk and steeled his resolve further, despising the werewolf even more for such shameful thoughts. It angered the fox to no end, and as his strikes grew more aggressive, Garros fought back, soon tiring the fox out until he could easily feign an attack, making the white fox block before the large werewolf sent the fox launching backwards onto the floor with a firm kick. Dropping his sword, Taru reached out for it, only to feel the large, padded sole pin his wrist down to the ground. "What're you so worried for? I'm doing you a favour, you worthless whore."
Lifting his other foot, the wolf lowered his broad black sole over the fox's face, now able to make out every curve, crease and feature across the plantigrade paw. Taru closed his eyes, thinking he was about to have his skull crushed to mush beneath the heavy male. He knew he was beaten, and while he didn't like to think about it, he was only hoping for a quick death at the hands - or rather, feet - of Garros. That killing blow never came however, and instead, the fox felt the supple sole smushing down into his face, rubbing and smearing the humiliating scent of another man's unwashed feet into the fox's fur, into the fox's face.
"S - stop," Taru begged, his feeble attempts of pushing the paw off his face proving to be in vain. "Stop, I-"
Garros swiftly interrupted the fox by cramming as many toes into that warm, wet fox maw as he could, then held his blade to the fox's neck.
"If those teeth so much as scrape over my toes, I'll rip them out one after another," he growled.
The fox gagged and cringed at the taste of another man's toes violating his taste buds, rubbing their filthy digits over his tongue, but Taru was disarmed and at the mercy of Garros. He had lost. Taru did as ordered after a brief moment of hesitation, having no real alternative unless he wanted to join the others on a spike. Still shivering with disgust, his tongue gingerly lapped over the plump, curvy toes, gently lapping over them as he felt his tongue pick up bits of filth and grime that clung to the wolf's soles, picked up from the dirty floor. Taru tried to pull away to at least spit the filth out, but Garros growled, forcing his toes further into the fox's mouth. "You swallow down your meal, little runt bitch."
Cringing, Taru forced himself to swallow the grime and filth down, only to feel a warm fluid begin splashing onto his face through the wolf's splayed toes, drenching the fox in a warm, golden shower. "Atta' boy, keep licking. After all, the less of a puddle you leave, the less it'll stain into that pretty lil' fur o' yours when I fuck you into the ground."
Grunting begrudgingly from beneath the beast's sole, Taru had little to gain by resisting yet a lot to lose, and decided to lick the musky, piss-soaked paw of his enemy while the bandits around him laughed and spoke amongst themselves. The taste was acrid, horribly strong and uncomfortably warm. A fine concoction to disgust anyone forced to guzzle it down. It was of course filtered through the wolf's thick, clawed toe stuffed into the fox's mouth, for no other reason than to degrade the fox further.
Shaking the last few drips out after drenching the fox in hot, rank werewolf piss, Garros made his way behind the fox, yanking his loincloth clean off, then tossing it on the fox's head before laying his powerful body down on top of Taru, getting comfy while he mounted his new fuckmeat. Caring very little whether that drenched fur matted his own dark pelt. Taru extended one arm, trying to pull himself out from beneath the great beast, only to be gripped by the throat and pushed hard against the dirt. The lycan's paw squeezed, crushing the fox's windpipe and causing a choked out cacophony of guttural noises. Not wanting the fox to pass out, he eventually let go when the fox turned blue and focused his attention on that supple, snowy white fox ass his cock rubbed and ground against, smushing itself between Taru's soft buttcheeks.
"No, please stop... You've made your point, I give up, mercy!" Pleaded the fox wearily. "I can't lay with another man, please, spare me this one thing I beg you."
The werewolf chortled in return, swiftly yanking the fur at the back of Taru's head and turning it towards Garros' face, only to be spat on and shoved back into the dirt.
"No chance, this is the price ya pay when ya fuck with me, you disgusting little weasel. I'm gonna make you wish you were on a spike like yer' friends, fox faggot."
The black mass proceeded to eagerly mount his prey, claws digging into the fox's thighs while a rough growl made Taru tremble once his spine melted to putty beneath the beast.
"Just let me go when you're done, you'll never see me again, I-"
Interrupted by a hot pressure at the fox's rear, he let out a startled and effeminate groan, feeling Garros forcefully thrust his thick, throbbing tool inside of the fox, violating the fox entirely against his will, while sullying his body and pride, helpless to do or say otherwise against Garros.
Taru's sore, stretched hole was eagerly enjoyed with thrust after vicious thrust making the fox grunt or cry out in exertion and pain, while his upper-body was toppled over into the dirt, rear held up only to be pounded and bred as if he were a vixen in heat.
"You're fucking tight fox, I'll give you that, but it ain't gonna stay that way. When I'm finished with you my boys are gonna have a whole lot of fun splitting you open wide."
With a lewd grunt, as if spurred on by the thought of Taru being gangraped by his henchmen filling the wolf's head, his brutal humps bred the fox like he could never have imagined until this horrific, scarring day. The canine's meaty knot crammed itself into the fox, regardless of his high-pitched squeals and protests. Ruining the fox's now-gaping insides, Garros was sure to reward the fox by breeding him like a real vixen, and after a few deep, expert thrusts of the hips, Garros raised his head and howled triumphantly while spewing thick, creamy torrents of wolf cum into the fox, filling him like one would a common whore in an alley, much to the fox's sobbing dismay.
Taru no longer had any fight left in him, not even to resist, but for him the night had just begun, and it was surely to be a long one. After a few minutes, when Garros finally yanked his swollen knot outside the fox's gaping hole, creamy rivulets came spilling out, only for the leak to then be plugged by another werewolf. The fox's maw was used the same, and at the threat of having every single tooth slowly yanked out, Taru complied with only a whimper and his ears flattened to his head.