The Breeding Ring: Taken by the Stud Futa Before Them All (erotic eBook teaser)
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Mary is a white anthro fox, but she doesn't want to enjoy the traditions of her village, growing into a town. It's not for her, not at all, but the males of the village do not care when the time comes for her to sacrifice her virginity.
Yet it is not a male fox of the village that is set to take her, her pussy burning up, her heat upon her. There is no way that she will escape the lust of the night in bondage, tied up down in the breeding ring, the futa dominant fox of the village looming over her.
"You're going to be ruined after my prick."
Surely so, forced to bear litter after litter of fox cubs, her body up for free use.
Mary gasps. She has to do it, her bondage tight. She has to take it, no chance left to her.
But the breeding prowess of the futa fox bitch's cock will only accept her hot, fertile cunt...
Note: this story contains non-consensual sex in a fictional, fantasy context.
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The Breeding Ring
Taken by the Stud Futa Before Them All
This story contains non-consensual erotica in a fictional, fantasy context and is intended to be taken as such.
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Sex should always be consensually engaged in.
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"No... No... Please... Please, don't do this... Please... Please...stop..."
Mary could not get out all the words that she wanted to, the white anthro vixen whimpering. She was not naturally white, or not in the sense that she was an Arctic fox: she should have been a red fox, but had been born with the albino colouration. It was not something that would have rung badly for her in other circles and other species, yet had rendered her a target in her village, her parents having moved away, not even her brother there to protect her anymore.
Bullies were not the half of it as the bigger, stronger foxes locked her into the breeding stocks, her heart in her mouth, though she was already so bruised and battered, from being roughly moved, that all she could do was to hang there limply. There was something under the front side of her hips, where she was forced to bend over with her head and paws through the stocks, something to keep her hips raised, though Mary still strove to clamp her tail down over her exposed cunny all the same. It was a tiny action, yet still one that she felt was within her control.
The arena rose around her, though it was rickety and formed out of old wood that creaked something terrible when the audience, who were always there, climbed up into the stands. They all jeered and laughed at her, the vixen who had been chosen to receive her first breeding that year. It was a village rite, a tradition, even as they expanded and stretched out further and further to the foothills of the mountains, the land around them prosperous.
There, females were a lesser species and there was one more than anything else that ruled.
She whimpered, trying to keep her tail down, but someone yanked it up and out of the way, the red foxes grinning ferally at her.
"Not going to hide such a pretty thing from us, are you?"
Mary whimpered and shook her head, but he just tied the adult fox's tail out of the way. Even though she had grown to adulthood, twenty-two if one wanted to be exact, she had not had a mate and, oh, how they knew it. She just wanted to be left alone to brew and cook, learning skills that would benefit her village and that she could sell to traders, yet her life and her body, there, at least, were not for her to control.
Whereas they benefitted from her cooking and brewery artisan skills, they still did not care for Mary as a fox.
She jumped and howled, trying to strike out with a bare hind paw, though being nude was not the most embarrassing thing about it as males crowded around, paws roaming, pinching, slapping. Mary whined and tried to shake them off, tried not to give them anything that they could want, but they were relentless, crowding in, pushing her on, groping her tits and letting their bare, hard cocks rub against her face, her buttocks, over any part of her body that they could reach. They weren't all that fussy when it came to licks of pleasure like that, taking what they could get and being happy with it.
With the status of females in the pack, of course, they didn't care about their opinions there. Not even as Mary's skin crawled, panting heavily, her eyes glazing over, her body finally understanding that there was no point in fighting back. She was trapped and they were all going to do whatever the hell it was that they wanted to her, her skin burning up from the inside out.
"Boys... Boys... Stand back."
The lazy drawl had a feminine edge to it and Mary froze, throat juddering, breath trapped in her lungs. The male foxes stepped back, but she suddenly wanted them there, crowding in, blocking her light, lithe form from view. Without them, she felt too frail, too soft, as if she had suddenly become something breakable, something that could be used and tossed aside with no more than a smirk and a flick of one's paw.
No... It couldn't be...
"Darling, you're going to be so tight, aren't you?"
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Oh no...
There was only one in the village that sounded like that, a mixture of male and female in the tone, neither masculine nor feminine but a blend of each that, under the right circumstances, could have been arousing. Yet it was not arousing as the massive, ruggedly built hermaphrodite stepped up onto the wooden staging podium, a chuckle in her throat, the giant fox licking her lips.
"I hope you don't break after your first time, Mary-Mary," Kirrine smirked, licking her lips, her huge cock jutting out obnoxiously from her crotch. "That would be a shame... I like my prey to squirm while I take every hole."
She was a red fox, but had used some natural dyes to bring a luxurious purple hint to her fur, her eyes fiercely dancing. The hermaphrodite accepted any pronouns, though most often took female ones, considering how females were treated in the village and beyond. Some said she was taking back some of the power that had been lost, but, well, that was dubious when she was first in line to defile the annual sacrifices at the ceremony that no longer had any meaning.
Foxes whooped and hollered, calling out lewd things, stomping their hind paws, clamouring for her use. But all Mary saw was the huge length of meat that Kirrine boasted, how she held it securely in her paw, far too thick for even the seven-foot hermaphrodite to wrap her fingers around. The base would swell in a knot when she locked together with a partner, but the thickness of her actual dick was terrifying enough all by itself, something that Mary did not want, did not want even one little bit.
She would have remained a happy virgin for the rest of her life if it meant that she never had to experience that cock. But it was not to be.
"Such a cute little slut... Oh, sorry, virgins don't like that word, do they?"
Kirrine smirked and blew her a kiss, her hips wide, muscles bulging, the perfect blend between masculine and feminine, firmly in the middle even with her wide hips. Where one feature was considered very feminine, the next would be masculine, everything somehow coming together in an ideal way. Or maybe it was how the large fox carried herself. She was a good two feet taller than Mary, but the little white vixen had no say in the matter.
"Puh... Please... P-p-please..." She struggled with words, the fox grabbing her muzzle, forcing her to look up, at her massive cock. "Don't... I don't..."
"Oh, I can't stand chatter. Someone fetch me a gag!"
While they were doing that, Kirrine rubbed and ground her thick cock over Mary's muzzle and face, giving her a good taste of her musk and thick flavour, which clung to her. it would never wash out, left in Mary's system forevermore and, no doubt, renewed as and when the hermaphrodite pleased. Kirrine snarled, lips peeling back dangerously from her teeth, but the stud-fox already knew that she was more than going to get what she wanted tail stiff and proud.
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Thank you for reading!
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