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"Are you sure that's enough firewood?"

Erik snorted, wrinkling his nose at her, and Jennai couldn't help but snicker a little bit. He had a way of diffusing conflict in the most utterly asinine ways, and she loved and hated him for it.

"If it goes out, I'll take out a tree for us!" he boasted, snapping his fingers and warming the air just enough to make her shiver pleasantly. The black wolf never missed a chance to show his skills to his beloved, whether it got them caught or not. The blue-tinged shepherd dog remembered how they had to run from a barn they had hidden in after the lovable idiot nearly set a bale of hay on fire.

She giggled, before frowning at him. "That doesn't mean you shouldn't be prepared! It's only been a week! Father will likely have already put a bounty on you! We can't start a forest fire under a clear sky!"

"You worry too much!" he called, a bit too loud, and she waved her paws to hush him, before groaning and plopping down on a log, face in her paws."

"We shouldn't have done this...we shouldn't have left, I can't believe-"

She gasped as she was pulled to her feet, paws grabbed by the wrist and wrenched from her face. She cried out in terror, looking her boyfriend in the eyes with fear...as he smiled at her with the most tender gaze. He held her soft paws in his, slightly worn, with fur singed here and there. Always so warm, so familiar. She couldn't help but feel safe.

"It'll be okay, I promise," he murmured, squeezing her paws gently. "I promised I'd find you shelter, even if I had to make it myself. You'll see, this'll be the start of our lives, together. I promised, I'll not let anything bad happen to you."

Almost glumly, she averted her gaze, mostly to hide the blush on her cheeks, before squeezing his paws and letting go to shyly hug herself. "You'd better not...or else."

He raised an eyebrow. "Or else what?"

A little sheepish grin from her as she looked up, and she replied cheekily, "or...or I'll beat you up!"

He managed to smile, before a loud thunk filled the clearing and he collapsed.

Jennai gasped, jumping back in bewilderment, before she saw something rolling to a stop by her feet. A thick, round stone. She made to move to her lover's side, but the brief crunching of leaves barely registered in her head before thick arms grabbed her from behind, pulling her arms behind her and nearly lifting her off her feet. She let out a scream of panic, and Erik, blinking and groggy, struggled to his feet. A footpaw crashed into his back before he could rise, knocking what wind was left in his chest. He too has his arms bound from behind, and a loud click sent a shock through him that was followed by an aching dullness worse than the head injury. His shock and anger were flooded with despair. He needed his hands free to conjure, now utterly defenseless. Another click, and his eyes focused on the scene to the side. Jennai was still screaming and crying out, trying to tug away, but the thick, black cuffs around her wrists glinted in the fire, and her struggles grew weaker. He couldn't see who held her, or who held him, but he fought as hard as he could against the thick form pinning him to the ground.

"Pathetic. You two really thought you could make it on your own out here? With that much of a price on your head?"

Erik and Jennai were both thrown forward, nearly landing in the fire. They wriggled away in fear, and Erik tried to rise to his feet, but the effects of the cuffs had already leeched into his limbs, and he fell flat on his face once more. Gasping and sniffling, the two pushed against each other protectively, before looking their captors in the eyes.

Two canids. Both dressed in leather armor, smeared with black mud from the creek, faces obscured by thick hoods. One had a sling tucked in his belt, and Erik snarled venomously, only receiving a chuckle in turn.

"Whatever you'll get for us, it isn't worth what I'll do to you," Erik threatened, sparks seeming to light up his eyes, before a dizzy spell nearly made him retch. Jennai whimpered even louder, resting her face against her beloved, trying to comfort him.

"Big words all the way down there," commented the other, slightly taller than his partner. "You can barely sit up and you're telling us to defy our orders? Foolish doesn't even define you both...your mother would be so disappointed, my dear."

The words, crooned with utter sardonic pleasure down at the quivering girl, earned a halfhearted attempt of a growl of her own, before it descended into quiet sobbing, and Erik tried to push himself between her and their captors.

"Then think about greed instead. We have money, you can check our bags. Take what you want, and...we'll do what you want. But you can't take us back! Who even are you!?"

The pair glanced at each other knowingly, before they lifted their paws and pulled back their hoods I unison. The shorter one was a shaggy mix, his husky-born gray and white face wreathed by a short mane of dark hair and lupine eyes peering down at Erik with something he couldn't place. The taller one was a canine neither had ever seen, a borzoi from another land bearing a long, thin muzzle that almost looked like the beak of a hungry crow in the dim light, a cascade of off-blonde shaggy hair trailing over his ears. He was gazing at Jennai, with a look far easier to recognize.

"Just two dogs with a few skills," the light-furred dog commented, voice still slightly high pitched and silky as poisoned honey, "and an eye for a good mark. Such as two pampered royal pets who thought they could handle the woods all by themselves. Two dogs..." he glanced at the female, whose lips curled into a wicked smirk, before looking back at the pair, "who know how to seize an opportunity."

Jennai began to shake violently, eyes starting to moisten as she tried to hide behind Erik, who was still confused.

"But...we've offered you all we have! What more could- "

It hit him, just a second too late. And before his mouth could fall open and he could let out the scream trying to tear from his throat, the borzoi had already seized the blue-tinged girl by the scruff and hauled her away from her protector, dragging her on the ground. Erik tried in vain to crawl after, but the husky kicked him to the ground and pinned his belly to the dirt with a footpaw. Jennai was hysterical, trying to writhe and tear her way from the strong dog's grasp, even as he was hauling her to her feet. His paws invaded her dress without remorse, dirty fingers latching onto soft-furred flesh and groping her with almost contemptuous lust. "Like ripe fruit...I'm glad they hid you away, you're perfect." Tears streamed down her face, eyes finding her beloved's and silently begging for help, for justice, and even for forgiveness. Erik was thrashing on the ground, roaring and screaming in protest until his throat ran dry. As it hit a crescendo, the husky kicked him in the face, dazing the poor captive dog, and leaving the borzoi free to enjoy his treat. He tore away at her top, baring her thick, soft breasts to the unyielding night air. He started clawing away at the rest of her dress, nicking flesh here and there and drawing new cries from her. When he found her panties, he smiled wickedly as he tore them painfully from her body. He held her there, half-awake and delirious from fear and suffering, naked as the day she was born, before the eyes of the one she loved the most. The one who swore to protect her, powerless in the dirt.

"I admire your taste," the husky commented idly, and the dog nodded back as if they were discussing a favorite ale. "I definitely admire his", he replied, nodding down to Erik, and they both let out a disgusting, hearty guffaw of laughter, one that continued as the borzoi shoved her to the ground and began stripping out of his armor. Jennai laid there in the dirt, motionless, praying that she would open her eyes and be anywhere but there...before she blinked away the tears and looked Erik in his. He was silent, beyond panting from pain and exertion. While his face was screwed up in rage, his eyes were full of more sorrow than she had ever seen. Tears like she had never known from him were welling up, threatening to burst.

She opened her mouth, words coming out weakly.

"I...I love y-"

She didn't have the chance to finish her words. As the two tried to have their moment, they had not heard the flump of heavy leather hitting the ground behind her, or noticed the lanky figure falling to his knees. As the last syllable slid onto her tongue, the borzoi latched his claws into her hips and yanked her rump back, the lips of her cunt spread just enough to catch the tip of a dripping, ready cock. A hearty thrust knocked the word from her, invading her body with no love or care, and her eyes went wide as she let out a long, mournful shriek. The tears returned immediately as the lanky dog groaned in pleasure, thick cock seated half inside her, her walls not ready for the intrusion.

"I'll be damned," he commented dryly, looking at his smirking friend. "She's broken...he did have her!"

A bark of laughter from the husky, still preparing his own flesh. "Who'd have thought...with an ass like this, I'd sure he'd have sought different prospects!"

Another laugh, and the pair of dogs watched at the borzoi pushed Jennai's face into the dirt, thrusting even harder and forcing her cunt to stretch for him. She howled ferally, her body alive with the shock of pain, and the faintest trickle of red was smeared on the male as he pulled out. He didn't even care, he sank his claws deeper into the poor girl's soft flesh, ramming his hips into hers and forcing his cock in deeper than she had ever known before. She'd felt Erik's touch, but nothing had ever felt like this. At her beloved's most clumsy, she was treated with more respect than this one, who fucked and held her like a piece of meat. She closed her eyes and whined, being taken by a stranger like a whore in the streets, naked and afraid, white fur smeared with dirt. Her body refused to accept him, though he did not care, and each thrust lacked what was needed to make the path easier. He didn't care, his muzzle hung open and his tongue was hanging out like a feral in rut having cornered a stray bitch.

Erik has been snarling and coughing, writing in anguish as he stared at her. He didn't want to have this, to see this happen, but he couldn't turn away from his Massy...not now or ever. He looked upon the blonde-furred male in disgust, anger, and even jealousy, watching his girl be fucked by a monster. A monster bigger and stronger than he...

"You want a turn when I'm done?" the borzoi idly called to his friend, whose leather skirt had a noticeable protrusion from the front as he watched in glee.

"I never share a saddle, you can have her. Besides," another knowing chuckle, "I have another path to walk."

A chortle from the blonde male, still happily fucking the whining bitch before him, as the husky suddenly reached down to Erik's tail end, yanking his trousers down. Erik, who had almost been drunk with sorrow, suddenly came awake, looking up at his captor in horror. "What are you- "His words were cut off with a yelp as his tail was seized, and he was hauled into a position similar to his dearest a few feet away. His tan-furred cheeks were bared to the night, balls hanging between them like meat at the butcher's shop. He gasped in pain, and a footpaw suddenly landed on his face, the thick pad making him cough, sputter and gag as he tried to close his muzzle. Meanwhile, the husky had shucked off his cloak and armor, and was suckling on two fingers. Then, with a move far too practiced to be his first time, he unceremoniously rammed those fingers under Erik's tail.

Now, it was his turn to scream, and when Jennai's eyes focused upon her loved, she closed her eyes and wailed as well. Erik was starting to panic, trying to escape the digits wriggling and violating his backdoor. A third one slid in, and he barked in pain as he was stretched.

"Let's see how well you can walk on both sides, puppy," the husky commented, shifting out of the rest of his armor and standing bare in the night, taking his throne behind Erik and laying over him like a feral. Erik whimpered and whined like a puppy, suddenly more scared than he had been in years.

"I wonder who can take a fat knot better," he growled into Erik's ear, taking himself in paw. "Your girlfriend...or you?"

And with a thrust of his own, he began the experiment. He jammed his slickened cock he way down to the knot, the lump of flesh kissing between the boy's virgin cheeks, and Erik's voice cracked, almost hitting a feminine note. Just like Jennai before him, Erik closed his eyes as the husky began to roll his hips, sinking his fat cock deep into his tailhole, sodomizing him with utter delight. His balls, thicker and fuller than the black dog's, slapped against his with glee. Erik had never had a male, like this or any way. A few subtle glances here and there, wandering eyes following a cute hind end without regard or gender, but every part of him screamed that this was wrong. Warm surges of pain radiated through his whole body, the likes of which he had never known before, and he grit his teeth in unbearable shame and anguish through it all.

The whimpers and whines from the two sluts in the dirt mixed well with the sound of the two virile alpha dogs claiming their prizes. These were not any ordinary pair of mutts. Not like the ranch hands and farmer's daughters the two had sowed their wild oats with in youth. These two were so much sweeter. They were fattened hens, fed by milk and ambrosia from the rich city. Subtle hints of muscle and roughened pads could not hide the pampering they both had clearly so enjoyed in the lap of luxury. Living in a world that knew nothing of their struggles here in the valley. Struggling for crops, for meat, for tail. This was where they deserved to be, with cheeks spread and grinding against the laps of the ones hardened by struggle, by the forest. They were trespassers, this was their price. No amount of money could give the pair of hunters this joy.

A paw around Jennai's throat, and she was pushed forward in the direction of Erik and the husky. "Make 'em kiss!" the borzoi invited, giggling like a naughty child, and his friend agreed, forcing Erik forward as well.

"Maybe if you do a good enough job," the huskywolf whispered teasingly at Erik, "she'll think she's taking you instead. Be a good boy and take care of your girl!"

Erik's ears flattened and he let out a snarl of shame, while Jennai passively sat there, trying not to let anything show. Finally, she let out a little whine, and their eyes met. She was broken, so full of anguish that he barely recognized her eyes. The message in them was not of retribution, or a plea to rescue her from her captor.

It was begging him to make it all go away, to make it all better.

In that moment, the rest of the world fell away, and he only recognized his desire to do what he pledged to. Make her feel better. He opened his dry mouth and caught her lips with his, and they both closed their tear-filled eyes and leaned into each other, deepening the kiss as best they could as their bodies were rammed against each other. In that moment, they were almost together, able to briefly wish away the pain and the laughter. Their emotions were a small island in a storm, and they huddled together against the rain, trying to put it all out. They had each other, everything would be okay.

The two males chortled from above, before taking the time while their prey was occupied to lean forward and share one quick, illicit kiss. This was their secret pleasure, shared together. Both couples enjoyed their moment...as they fucked their respective partners.

Neither Jennai nor Erik would admit it to themselves or to each other as long as they drew breath, but their bodies had long since given up the fight of their minds. Jennai's cunt had begun to drip, loving the sensation of such a thick, well-bred stud invading her, so much bigger than what she had come to call home. Erik's ministrations with himself and a few guilty fingers could not hold a candle to what the dog's cock gave him, and his prostate was alive with pleasure with each pump. This fucking felt good, better than either could properly give each other, and at least Jennai wondered what that cock in her cunt would feel elsewhere...in her mouth...under her tail...

A sob from her lips broke the moment and broke the kiss, and the pair were thrown back into their grim reality, suddenly aware about the tension in their bodies. Jennai's eyes filled with panic, looking to her beloved and trying to tell him this wasn't happening. This didn't feel good, she didn't want it, but her face was flushed, and it was a far different panting than before. The cruel dog behind her was sharing it too, and he grunted and huffed as he felt his knot expanding against her lips.

"Ever knot her, boy?" he grunted, catching Erik's eye and filling the poor dog with shame once more. "Well, we'll see if she can take it right."

Another heavy moan of pleasure from him, before the darkest, most evil chuckle.

"Hope it's the right night..."

Jennai's mouth fell open and she wordlessly tried to scream, looking to Erik in utter horror. What night was it? How long had it been since she'd last bled? She'd been feeling the pressure...could it be that time?

"N-nooo..." she moaned helplessly, her body quivering with fear and pleasure, wincing with shock as that thickening knot threatened to deal a far more devastating blow to her.

"Watch her, boy" the husky grunted in his ear, holding his face in place and keeping him from looking away. At the same time, his free paw cruelly grabbed Erik's cock, jacking him furiously and pulling forth a muffled whine. "Watch your girl get knotted, watch her get bred by a real canine. Cum as he throws a litter in his bitch."

She tried to shake her head, crawl away, but one extra hard thrust suddenly sank that fat knot into her with a pop, and her back arched and she let out a wanton, whorish cry of pleasure. She couldn't help it, she flooded his cock, cumming around his pulsing knot again and again, as he flooded her with ropes of thick, potent seed. As she screamed, the husky gripped Erik behind his knot and tugged, using the extra leverage to sink his own knot into Erik's abused ring. Erik's cry lit up the forest, from the terrible pain of his ring being nearly split by the husky, the anguish of watching his girl cum from another male, and the guilty, amazing pleasure of one of the most intense climaxes of his life as he spilled onto the ground in waves. He felt so warm inside as his own ass was pumped full of cum, like a mare in the stable taking a stallion. It felt so good, too good, and his gasps and moans of pleasure were mixed with the deepest, hardiest sobs of his life.

The sounds died out, until there was only a quintet of panting. Jennai and Erik lay motionless in the dirt, utterly defeated, as the borzoi and husky stretched, catching their breath and looking at each other in pride.

"Damn...I needed that."

"Me too. Sure you don't want a taste of the girl?"

"Naw, this little girl's plenty," and the husky slapped his bitch on the ass, a tiny moan of pain echoing from Erik's lips.

A few minutes passed, and as the two abused bodies in the dirt regained awareness, they both began to move. Their captors watched, a bit perplexed, as their knots were tugged slightly by the two crawling back toward each other, trying to get close. Bewildered, the borzoi shook his head, before roughly pushing on her ass. Painful groans from both of them, and a pop, and she unceremoniously fell face first in the dirt as she popped off his cock. Her ass fell to the side, thick rivers of seed drooling into the dust.

"We still need to check the traps."

"You don't want to bring them in?" the husky asked, before following suit, drawing an anguished whine from Erik as his knot reluctantly opened enough for him to pull out once more, his load coating the dog's balls.

"They got the message, and who are we to break up true love?" The blonde canine chuckled, wiping his cock on the fur of Jennai's ass, before kneeling in front of Erik, smacking his face to catch his eye.

"If you know what's good for you, return to your life. And I'd try to fuck that whore of yours again soon, might up your chances of being the father instead of me."

A wink, a pat on the cheek, and he undid both of the pair's cuffs. For the first time in what felt like hours, their arms fell back to their sides, and they immediately curled into fetal positions, hugging their arms to their chests mindlessly. The husky stood up, spit onto Erik's abused hole, before turning to his partner as the lanky male tried to redress. The husky took his partner's softening cock in paw, drawing a gasp from the previously stoic dog.

"You'd better still have a load ready for me."

"I always do."

A pair of wicked smiles, filled with too much love to be shared by any who would commit such an act, before the pair redressed, leaving their trysts huddled next to a dead fire. They walked off into the night, not hiding the sound of crunching twigs and leaves as they vanished into their woods, off to find another form of prey.

As their bodies relaxed, and the chill set in, their minds began to clear. Two pairs of eyes met in the darkness, neither sure what to say. Jennai broke first, choking sounds escaping her lips as she tried to cry but nothing was left inside to give. She fell into her protector's arms, holding him tight as she always did. Nothing had changed, nothing ever would. She'd always be a little girl running back to him when the storm came. And he would swallow his pain and care for her.

No words were needed, and the two laid there, too numb to move, waiting for the sun to rise and scare away the nightmare. Tomorrow would be a new day.