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They put him in a box.

In a little. Fucking. Box. With two other creatures.

The box was tiny. Every breath Xynon took felt like it was just the exhale of the anthro across from him. It was dark, and it smelled absolutely foul. He doubted that the other two had ever bathed.

The change was welcome, at first. The north was cold and too damn boring. He didn't see the hot little dragoness anymore, and that made Glyph his semi-constant companion. Glyph had decided he didn't like Xynon's mouth, so he wrapped it in thick leather lace so he couldn't open it. The lace had been there so long that the fur on his muzzle started to wear away, the way it had on his ankles and wrists from the heavy shackles he was never without.

Well, he was without them, now. Only now, he was in this little fucking box and it was cramped and he'd been in here for days, he could swear it. At some point, one of his boxmates had relieved himself. The gurgling of their stomachs had stopped long ago, but hunger had just become another discomfort. For instance, they'd been in this dark, dirty, cramped fucking box for however long. And none of them could move. They couldn't stand up. Maybe change what leg you were sitting on, maybe, but it didn't matter 'cause in a few minutes, you wouldn't be able to feel your toes again.

Sleep was impossible. They were moving. Well, the box was moving. Not always, but often enough to keep waking him up if he drifted. Sound barely made it through. Air wasn't an issue--every once in a while, through small grates along the top, clean white oxygen sprayed into the box. Xynon always lifted his nose and breathed in deep when he felt the cool air ruffling his headfur.

So when the box popped open, and daylight rushed in, the collective hissing and groaning of the three inside the box seemed very loud. The air rushed in, freezing cold. They were outside. There was a steady buzzing, a humming, coming from outside. Xynon was the first one to stand up, shoving the lid over the edge of the box. He blinked. Snow made everything so damn bright.

His vision recovered slowly. They were in a stadium. The walls were sloped and simply covered with dragons, all yelling and well, that explained the noise. Xynon felt his hackles raise along his spine. The other two were standing up in the box. One of them, a ram, cleared his throat before speaking. "What's going on?"

Xynon didn't answer. He had a good idea he knew what was going on. He'd heard about this place. They brought slaves here to fight and to die.

He launched himself out of the box, and onto the cold snow. The pads on the bottoms of his feet burned, but he didn't slow down. There were weapons in the middle of the stadium and he was going for it.

Until something pummeled into him from behind. Xynon skidded forward, eating snow. He felt his knees and chest scrape on the ice crystals. He was able to look up just in time to see his other boxmate--the snow cat--racing ahead of him.

"Damn it," he muttered, pushing up from the ground. He glanced back to see that the cat had already dealt with the ram. Blood painted the snow around the box red. "Fuck. Fuckfuck_fuck_."

Ahead of him, the snow cat hefted a heavy axe. Xynon growled and lowered himself to the ground, considering his options. He would, very likely, be killed after this was over even if he did manage to defeat the snow cat. The noise of the crowd was filling his ears, making it difficult to think straight. Already, the cat was the favorite for his efficiency in dealing with the third contender.

He didn't have long to think. The cat was already running for him, and Xynon knew he couldn't escape by running. He was born in the drylands; this snow cat had the advantage. He shoved up from the icy earth and ran to the north, not away from his opponent, but at an angle. He kept the cat in his vision, watching it approach. When the fur on the back of Xynon's neck bristled with the proximity of the axe, he tumbled to the ground in a roll, snapping his hands out to grab the ankles of the cat as he was in mid-swing.

As the cat hit the snow and the two enemies skid to a stop, there was a frantic tussle for the axe. Xynon launched himself over the smaller beast, one hand on its throat, the other reaching for the arm which still clutched the weapon. The snow cat hefted it, but the angle was wrong--the flat of the blade was headed for Xynon, maybe an attempt to knock him out, but the wolf had the upper hand. Xynon bit into the cat's forearm and yanked, his mouth filling with blood. The cat yowled, and dropped the weapon.

Xynon pushed up, holding the axe in two hands before him, staring down at the snow cat.

"Kill me," it said.

"What?"

"Kill me. We will all die anyway. Kill me and end my role in their game."

Xynon sneered. "Pathetic."

The axe sunk into the cat's chest like a hot knife through butter.

Suddenly, Xynon was very aware of the crowd around him. They were screaming. The sound was deafening, echoing off the high walls and funneling down to where he stood, naked, with blood running down his chin.

Afterward, it was just a rush of activity again. Xynon was bound and muzzled, his wrists tied to the same rope that wrapped around his muzzle. He didn't recognize any of the dragon guards who whisked him away, down halls and stairs. When he saw the tiny iron cage standing open and empty, waiting for him, Xynon felt an attack of irrational panic. His blood was pumping, adrenaline surging. He didn't want to be locked in another tiny little fucking box.

It didn't matter, though. They shoved him in anyway, of course.

The sound of the riled-up audience was still ringing in his ears. He knew that they were just shouting for the excitement of the kill, just cheering on the show. But some part of him--yes, that stronger part--couldn't deny that they were also cheering for him.

Xynon felt dazed. Dizzy. He wanted to be running. He wanted to be fucking.

The sound of the door opening after an indeterminable amount of time shocked him back to his senses. He stood up straighter, hackles raised, as Glyph and Samsara entered the chamber.

"...the stocks," Samsara was saying. Xynon was hyper-aware of the clingy black silk gown she was wearing.

The slimy grin on Glyph's face made Xynon feel uncomfortable. He deigned to keep his steady gaze on his mistress, instead.

"Ah," said the dragoness, stepping up to the front of the cage. She was looking at Xynon fondly. This, too, was unnerving. "Here is the champion."

"Be quick about it," Glyph hissed, leaving the chamber. The door closed soundly behind him.

Samsara was working the latch on the cage, her tiny agile hands twisting it to the proper combination. "You did very well. I was surprised." The door clicked open, and she pulled on the lead of the rope binding Xynon. He stepped out, feeling a smart-assed grin weaving its way up his muzzle.

"I was expecting you to die," she said. "It would not have been a disappointment. You're trouble."

Xynon growled, but he felt like causing more trouble. His heart was still pumping blood through his body. Particularly, the part between his legs that was starting to point out towards the dragoness.

Samsara grabbed his cock, squeezing a little harder than was pleasant. "Let's put this to use."

He followed her eagerly. It was evening outside now, but the city around them was not ready to sleep. The air was frigid, and Xynon could see his breath puffing out in tiny clouds. Well-dressed dragons and their slaves and servants moved quickly through the streets. The chill in the air softened Xynon's ardor--but only just.

"It's fucking cold," he complained.

"Hush," she dragoness hissed. "You'll be warm soon enough."

The streets grew darker and impossibly colder. A light shuddered in the distance and that was the direction that Samsara led him. Just when the pads on his footpaws were going numb, they turned a corner and the view improved Xynon's mood immediately.

The bonfire in the middle of the square exuded warmth as well as light. A semi-circle of pillories held a variety of slaves on their knees, their rear ends facing the fire. Spreader bars held their legs open. The smell of sex and semen permeated the air, despite the roaring fire. Xynon grinned.

Samsara pulled the rope and led an eager Xynon around the perimeter. Some of the exposed rears flinched as they walked by. Some were male. Most were female.

"See anything you like?" Samsara had a smile on her face as she looked over her shoulder at him. "Choose one. If you win more, you will continue to be rewarded."

"Just one?" he asked, glancing down to see a voluptuous rabbit, her white tail twitching nervously. He chuckled and stopped walking, the ropes around his wrists pulled taut before the dragoness turned to admire his taste.

"She_does_ look tempting," Samsara said. "Get on your knees behind her. But don't mount her yet. You may tease her." Xynon did so, moving his hips to rub the tip of his cock on the bunny's pussy. Samsara was attaching the rope that bound his paws to something on the other side of the stock, so that he was leaning fairly far over her; it was hard to keep his cock from slipping inside. The dragoness moved around him and patted him on the butt. "Go for it," she said, her smirk audible in her words.

Xynon shoved forward. The bunny made a squeak of protest, but in her prone position, could do little else to object. The drowsing adrenaline from the earlier battle reawakened in him and he used his bindings to pull his body forward, giving his thrusts an extra oomph. Xynon could feel the pleasure of fucking all the way in his teeth. He'd needed this for a long time. Needed it like air. He growled low in his throat, the knot at the base of his length was swollen already.

Samsara's voice was close behind him. "The rules for this one are open. You can come inside her." He felt her fingers caressing his tail, squeezing his buttocks. "You'd like that, big boy, wouldn't you? Shoot your load deep inside this poor little bunny?"

Xynon could only growl in response, his teeth bared with pleasure. Her fingers continued to explore him--they were becoming a distraction.

He yelped in surprise when a finger invaded his ass.

"Calm down." Samsara inserted another well-lubricated digit. "You'll hurt yourself."

"What the entire fuck are you doing?" Xynon demanded. He was deep in the rabbit, his knot pulsing near her entrance, but he was holding still.

Samsara reached around and massaged his swollen knot with her free hand as the fingers inside him wriggled a little deeper. Xynon was horribly conflicted--while he did not like the invasion, it didn't feel entirely unpleasant. Rather, it was more of a trial on his pride.

And suddenly, her fingers were gone. He felt her sidle closer to his back, before something bigger, firm and cool, pressed into him. _This_was unpleasant. Xynon released a wordless sound of confused anguish.

"What's the matter, boy?" Samsara chuckled close to his ear. "Never been fucked by a girl before?" Her hips bumped against his buttocks when she hilted; the fake cock strapped to her waist stretched him. Her hand gripped his hip for stability, but the other still rubbed and squeezed his knot, not allowing his erection to fade.

"This... this is fucked up," Xynon snarled. "I thought this was supposed to be a prize."

Samsara pulled back slowly, barely an inch, before pressing slowly back into him. "You can fuck all the bitches you want, boy, but I want you to remember that you belong to me--and that means you're_my_ bitch." Now, she was pulling further out before pushing in, still so slowly, acclimating him. "You fuck when I say_fuck_. You exist solely for my pleasure. You come when I say come. You die when I say die."

Xynon moaned. He couldn't help it. Her fingers around the base of his cock, combined with her words and, yes, even her cock in his ass--it was all so much. It was turning him on immensely. The bunny he was hunched over was almost inconsequential. Almost.

She was starting to speed up her thrusts, pushing hard against his butt, which in turn pressed his knot hard against the stretched opening of the bunny. Xynon was delirious with pleasure, his eyes closed, focused only on the sensations he was receiving. Life could be good as a fuck toy for the dragoness.

The rabbit's cunt was starting to stretch enough to receive him. Xynon knew from experience that it would never happen--not really--without hard, vigorous thrusting. Sandwiched as he was, he didn't have much control, so the feeling of his knot starting to slip inside with every push was maddening. Samsara started to squeeze at just the right moment, pump into him just so, and he felt his orgasm coming.

"Come," she whispered into his ear.

He came. Hard. His cock exploded inside the bunny, jizz leaking out around him, dripping onto the cool stones beneath them. Samsara rolled his balls in her hand until his last spurt.

Without ceremony, the dragoness pulled back. He collapsed, as much as he was able, onto the rabbit's back, panting, his lust temporarily sated. The dull throbbing pain in his rear was still a pleasure. He was allowed several minutes for recovery before Samsara reappeared to untie his rope from the pillory. Xynon looked, but saw no evidence of the strapped-on cock she'd used on him.

He stood slowly, his muscles finally complaining after the events of the long day. Samsara grinned up at him.

"Good boy," she purred.