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There was a smallish fox just on his way back from a wine tasting out in the country when he realized that he didn't have any money on him for a cab or the bus, the former of which he'd taken out here - since none of his friends had been willing to drive out this far, and he hadn't, either. Now it was approaching evening - the sky had started to turn the cool bluish-grey color that it does later into the day, though the sun hadn't yet dipped beneath the horizon - and Danny, this fox, found himself walking along the unpaved road away from the winery with one paw held out since, after a rather frantic self-patdown, he'd discovered that he had left his cell phone at home, too.

Today just wasn't his day, it seemed. Twenty minutes down the road, several people had driven by and hadn't so much as slowed down for him - and a few of them had even swerved to the side to give him more space, so there was no way they hadn't seen him. Danny had always thought of it as just common decency to help someone in need, but - well- looked like common decency wasn't so common. One person in a white pickup truck even honked at him and then drove around him, startling him so much that he felt like he jumped half a foot off the road and so that all the fur on his body bristled; in response, he lifted up both paws towards them in a rather rude gesture.

A ways down the road, though, the truck slowed to a stop, turned around, and started heading back this direction, and Danny wished that he had stuffed his paws back into his pockets more quickly than he had. Am I about to get mugged? he thought, and turned his muzzle down to the ground with his ears back - he'd watched a few kung fu movies when he was a kit, but for some reason he didn't think that would serve him much use against someone who thought it necessary to drive a pickup truck (and it was one of the ones that had four back wheels, too).

His heart pounded in his throat by the time the crunching of gravel beneath heavy tires let him know that it had come up beside him. He could hear the sputtering of its engine and smell the bitter tang of its exhaust, and when he looked over very slightly, the glimmer of the chrome edge of a foot-bar caught his eye - and then came the low buzz of the window being rolled down.

"'Ey there." The low, gruff voice startled him - not because it was angry, but rather because it wasn't. Danny looked up to see a German shepherd smiling softly down at him from the passenger seat of the truck. "Need a ride?"

Danny half-considered telling them no, but decided against it in the face of the current situation. He probably wouldn't be able to outrun a truck, and if this shepherd's arms were proportionally as long as they were wide, he'd have no trouble reaching down through the window and swiping up the little fox. "Yes."

He had to step back at the opening of the door, and then waited while the shepherd climbed down out of the truck: instantly, Danny felt quite a bit less sure about hitching a ride with him. Maybe it was just the color of his fur and markings, but he appeared to be covered in dirt almost from head to toe, and wore blue-jean overalls over an otherwise shirtless chest... and his overalls appeared to be covered with dirt, too, and something else, given the way they made Danny's nose wrinkle after getting a whiff of them.

"Here," grunted the shepherd, stretching a paw out towards the foot-bar. "Climb in. Don't mind the wolf who's drivin' - he won't hurt ya. Prob'ly."

Danny hadn't even seen 'the wolf who's driving' until he had clambered halfway up into the truck, and then once he'd had, he didn't know how he'd missed him. The wolf was just as large as the shepherd, if not bigger, with mostly snow-white fur except for patches of dirty brown and grey and even pale yellow; in contrast to his partner, this wolf wore no overalls and actually did have on a shirt, the same dirtied white as the rest of his fur, and tucked in only behind the metal belt buckle of his jeans.

"Howdy." The wolf patted the seat next to him. "Name's Darwen. What's a fox like you doin' out here at such a time?"

Danny settled down into the passenger seat, but was then pushed over by the shepherd starting to climb back in. Being a truck, there were only two full seats, and one sort of half-seat in between... and these two weren't exactly small. He ended up being squeezed between two large, smelly dogs, and had to keep his muzzle pointed down for fear of scowling too sharply at them. "Wine tasting," he muttered, and no more.

"Aah." He couldn't tell if it was a burp or a grunt that came from the shepherd to his other side, as the dog closed the door. He didn't even bother with the seatbelt. "Y'know, I never quite developed a taste fer wine. It's just, like... I 'unno. Sour grape taste. Not my cuppa tea."

"It's a very complex thing," Danny went on. As if he wasn't already annoyed with these guys. "It all depends on where the wine comes from, the soil the grapes were grown in, the processing, how long it's been aged, the type of wood of the barrels it was stored in, the-"

"Whoa, whoa, didn't mean t' ruffle yer feathers, little one..."

"I'm not little! I'm-"

"Hey, hey, now..." The wolf - Darwen, he said his name was? - broke in over both of them. "Stop harassin' our guest. He needs somethin' from us, so we're givin' it to 'im."

Danny scooted closer to Darwen. Not only did he seem less insufferable, but he was also the slightly cleaner-smelling of the pair. "Put a leash on your damn dog, Darwen. I live a bit of a ways away, though - do you know where-"

"Wouldja mind me askin' somethin' of you in return for takin' you home, then?" asked the German shepherd, a little obnoxiously. Danny felt that he knew what he'd ask, watching how he lounged back in his seat and spread his legs apart.

The corner of Darwen's mouth twitched. He shifted. "Jesus, Mike, how many times-"

"Okay, look-" Danny lifted his arms up in attempt to get himself more space between the two canids. He failed, and instead only pressed his arms into the stout warm-furred arms on either side of him. "I'm not comfortable. Just... drop me off at the next intersection, or gas station, or something. Please."

There was a brief moment of silence - or, as close to silence as it could get in a truck that growled louder than Danny's last bear boyfriend whenever he came - before Darwen started speaking again, this time with a note of something else in his voice. "Frankly, I'm a little offended... you don't wanna spend time with us, huh, fox?"

"My name is Danny. And I changed my mind. I - I don't need a ride."

"I'll give ya a ride..."

"Mike! ...alright, Danny, we'll let ya out in a little. Just hang on for a while, a'right?"

He crossed his arms in front of his chest and slumped back in his seat, only getting progressively more annoyed with how Mike seemed to be moving closer to him and squeezing him against the wolf. He thought_he'd smelled alcohol on the shepherd's breath when he first spoke to him, and now in such close quarters, he wasn't sure how he could ever miss it; it was a bit amazing how Mike had gathered enough sensibility about him to appear friendly, when really all he wanted was... well. He _did want to give Danny a ride, there was no denying that; the fox flicked his eyes over, and got an unpleasant eyeful of a rough-furred paw rubbing against a bulge in the crotch of those overalls.

"...I dunno why you're so damn eager t' get inta his pants, Mike..." the wolf went on, adjusting his grip on the wheel. The scent of alcohol, dirt, and German shepherd musk was getting a little too strong for Danny's tastes; he turned his muzzle towards the driver. "You 'n I both know that you can't last longer 'n four minutes when you're drunk. Yer lucky I was jus' on my way back from Roland's, too."

"The hell were you doin' at Roland's? Don't 'e have a wife?"

"Nothin' like that. He had a mare in heat that needed takin' care of..."

It was quite hard to tune out these two, what with their slightly annoying accents, their loud, low voices, their not-so-good-smelling breath, and how much damn space they took up... even were Danny to close his eyes and hold his breath, he couldn't ignore the heat of the two bodies pressing on on him on either side, and especially not the German shepherd paw that repeatedly try to crawl over and up his leg. He ended up slapping the paw, which finally got Mike to stop for a short time. Darwen flicked an ear over to him.

"...Hey," Danny said, hoping that he'd misread the sign they had just passed. "That was my turn..."

"Well..." The arctic wolf sounded a little less patient than he had before. Hopefully he wasn't drunk and had been putting on a facade, too. "Shoulda spoke up sooner. Don't have the gas to risk turnin' around."

A blatant lie: on the dash, the meter read that he had a little more than half a tank. "Look, just drop me off here and I'll walk back - it's really... no..."

Coming up at the end of this road was a farm complex, complete with red-painted barn off to one side, short stables to the other, a ranch-style house that would be charming if Danny wasn't quickly losing his patience with everything within a five-foot radius. Under any other circumstances, he wouldn't hesitate to climb over whoever was in the passenger seat and open the door himself; he knew that if he were to do that with Mike right there, though, he'd end up with one paw beneath his tail and one who knows where else.

"Why are we here? What are we doing?"

"Hey, I said I'd let you out, and I'm lettin' you out." Darwen brought the truck to a stop past a barbed wire fence; Danny had to grip on to the dashboard in front of him and - shudder - Mike's leg when the truck clumped off of the gravel road and onto unsteady and lumpy earth. "Jus' thought we'd stop by the farm for a while, take a break - I been on the road for a while today, I needa stretch my legs, take a breather - and do somethin' about Mike here." He opened the door and slid out of the truck. "C'mon, fox. Unless you wanna stay here? I gotta piss, too."

He'd rather get out of this truck than stay here with the German shepherd, who appeared to be having trouble with the lock on his own door, and hopped out after the wolf. Danny expected to head over to the house a couple hundred yards to the right of the road, but instead found himself being led towards the barn; there was a loud slam and a grunt from behind him, letting him know that Mike had finally gotten out of the truck and stumbled to the ground.

The fox just figured that maybe there were some animals in there that needed to be fed or whatever. He wasn't looking forward to the scent that he knew would hit him once he walked through those large doors - it'd more likely than not be worse than what he had to endure floating off of the German shepherd in the truck, but hey, he'd been surprised before - and as such slackened his pace as he approached, but soon heard the noises of Mike plodding across the grass towards him and chose the less unpleasant of the two.

"So..." he said, trying to strike up a conversation with Darwen in front of him. The wolf walked over to a tall cabinet pushed up against the wall and looked around in it. "What do you here?"

"Farm." The door clattered shut behind the three; having found what he wanted - a few lengths of rope - Darwen made a motion to Mike, behind Danny. "Grow n' harvest crops, though not on such a large scale as ya might think. Raise animals, sell animals..."

Another prolonged clatter, this one from Mike moving a set of stools away from a rather muddy patch in the corner of the barn and accidentally banging them against the wall. Darwen was headed over there with his ropes; with nothing better to do and no reason to suspect anything, Danny idly followed.

"...train animals..."

Everything seemed to happen at once, then, without the fox having enough time to respond or protest: he felt a strong paw in the middle of his back, tried to voice a complaint, and then next thing he knew he was on all fours in that puddle of mud, already feeling thoroughly violated. Now he definitely would have shouted something, but opening his mouth caused a sickeningly thick blob of mud to drip down from his nose onto his tongue, so he spent a good five seconds spitting it out and trying to wipe it off, which just resulted in spreading more over the fur of his chin.

He didn't find his voice until Darwen knelt down near his head, apparently not caring about the thick mud soaking into the legs of his pants, and started wrapping one of the ropes around the fox's wrists to bind them together in front of him. Danny repeatedly attempted to scramble upwards, but the slickness of the mud made his back legs continually slip out from beneath him - and even when he could lift his rump into the air (as Darwen's paws on his kept his front half down), the wolf simply moved one of his paws to the middle of the fox's back and shoved him back down, not caring about whether he knocked his chin roughly against the ground or made the mud splash up into his eye.

"What the - hell are you-" he managed, between awkward sputters; however, Darwen quickly put the second length of rope to use after tightening the knot around Danny's wrists. With one paw the wolf held his muzzle shut, and with the other he started wrapping it around the center. He hadn't yet managed to get all of the mud out of his mouth.

"Now, listen here, little fox..." The rope was rough, and chafed the underside of his muzzle while Darwen wrapped it around, passing it over itself every now and then. "At first I thought I'd jus' give ya a ride, like ya wanted. But, then ya had to go n' be rude to me n' my best friend - called him a dog-" And then, to the shepherd: "'Ey Mike, are those electric shears still in here?... Yeah?... well, anyway, while you were busy lookin' down at those pretty feet of yers in the truck, me an' my _dog_here decided that you need to be put in your place- ah, thanks."

Danny struggled against his bonds when the white wolf brought the shears into his view, and buzzed them a few times: battery-powered, not too sharp but still looked like they could definitely do damage to him if desired. They weren't going to _torture_him, were they? The fox tried not to whimper, tried to keep his ears up and maintain a fierce face, but couldn't do it.

Now done with tying his muzzle shut, Darwen moved back and set the blade of the shears against the fox's shirt. "Seein' ya down in the mud there's an improvement from that city-boy chic ya had goin' on, but I still think it could be improved..."

Danny squeezed his eyes shut, bracing for the worst - but instead felt only his shirt being slit all the way up before it fell away from him.

"Lord, I can feel ya tensin' up... don't worry, fox, the shears won't cut ya." Next, he felt the blade move down to the back of one of his pants legs; he instinctively went totally still while it cut down the back of the fabric. "Designed not to. It'll only shave off your fur. ...Mike, goddammit, stop shakin' me. I'm gettin' there..."

"I jus' wanna piece o' that ass, Darwen, growled the shepherd. Danny heard the noise of the zipper in the front of the dog's overalls being drawn down, and then a brief rustling of clothing - followed by a soft moan and a heavy warmth bearing down beside his tail. A moment later, Darwen tugged his pants entirely off of him, leaving him naked - the shears had cut through his underwear, too, as well as a swath of fur about an inch and a half wide down his leg. No matter how hard he tried, he couldn't keep himself from whimpering.

"Don't worry, don't worry..." Darwen brought the shears up to the small of the fox's back and started shaving his fur off, all the while Mike continued slowly rubbing his sheath beside his tail. "I couldn't hurt ya with this even if I tried. Jus' treatin' you like I treat the rest of my livestock... gettin' you ready, takin' what I want from you, an' then leavin' you here. I'll let my dog here have first grabs at you - which would make you a bitch, see - since he can get a little-"

Suddenly Danny felt a liquid heat splash out over his back and dribble down his sides, followed by another low moan... and then, the scent of fresh piss wafted up to his nose. Mike angled the stream first up his back towards his neck, where his mark soaked into the fur that hadn't yet been shaved off, and then back down towards the bare skin of his back, towards his naked rump, towards his bared tailhole...

"-dammit, Mike, at leas' lemme know when yer about to do that - coulda 'lectrocuted me!"

"Sorry, Dar. I really hadda piss. You can have 'im next, don't worry; I think I'm jus'... gonna... mmh..."

The German shepherd pressed his sheath up against Danny's tailhole while continuing to empty his bladder, letting the skin pull back so that his tapered tip pushed and teased. Danny tried to lower his legs back down so he wouldn't be kept in such a compromising position, but a firm paw on one leg kept him up - and Darwen continued drawing the shears along his body, dropping yellow-orange fur into the thick mud beneath them like light leaves drifting off a tree. The fox would have started getting colder, had there not been a steady stream of hot piss dripping down his bare skin each time Mike thrust forward beside his tail.

Finally, though, the shepherd ceased thrusting and instead sank forward into the fox's tailhole with the first inch or so of his cock, using his piss as lube - but still Danny had to bite back a sharp yip (on account of his muzzle being bound) and tried to wriggle forward away from it. First there was just slight pain, slight discomfort, and then a deep heat blossoming inside of him. It was a little nauseating, actually, feeling this dog fill him up with fresh piss, while his heart was already pounding so hard and he was already so nervous and frustrated.

"God..." Mike churned his hips to sink deeper and deeper into the fox, at the same time urging his cock further out of his sheath - Danny could feel the heat of the moist flesh push past the rim of his tailhole each time the shepherd pushed in, and then felt some of the piss drip out of him every time he tugged back. Now Darwen was shaving the fur off of his arm - the fox had entirely given up resisting, deeming it impossible. Besides, even if he did somehow get free, there was no way he'd be able to outrun these two... and even with that, would he want to run down the road, totally naked, half-shaven, and dripping with piss?

He squeezed his eyes shut under the discomfort of steadily growing shepherd cock pumping in and out of him, sinking a little further with each thrust forward and only digging his top half deeper into the wet mud. At one point, the electric shears actually nicked him at a spot along his arm, and he jumped; Darwen murmured a soft apology but did not stop, and nor did he move to clean it off when a sudden thrust from the dog behind him caused mud to spatter across the slowly bleeding wound.

As much as he hated everything about this, Danny was ashamed to feel himself throbbing and clenching between his legs, made half-hard by having a bladder emptied both over him and into him. Sure, just last month he was in a position quite similar to this one, except on a soft mattress instead of a pool of mud, and without his fur being shaved off his body... really, that's what hurt most. That would take months to grow back. He wouldn't be able to go outside for a long time.

"How's this dirty little bitch servin' ya, eh, Mike?" Darwen shut the shears off and lowered them to his side. Danny didn't bother opening his eyes to look back at himself: the wolf had intentionally done a poor job, crisscrossing paths, leaving unshaven patches in the midst of a field of bared, raw skin...

"...Tight. Not as tight 's you, so that means this one must take a dick on 'is own time more than once a week!" The German shepherd leaned over the fox, hilting under his tail - Danny groaned with the feeling of his knot threatening the rim of his tailhole. "Or, should I say, 'on her own'? Keep 'im 'round for a breeder. Somewhere to dump a load ev'ry now 'n then."

"That's the plan. Aren't you almost done? I gotta piss..."

"Hey, don't - rush me, I- fuck-"

Mike pushed roughly forward into Danny in a few shuddering thrusts, making the small fox gasp out between clenched teeth and claw at the ground beneath him, partially due to the discomfort of the thick cock pumping into him and partially due to the shepherd's claws digging into his hips. Then, Mike's body lurching in steady panting, he felt him draw backwards out of him - and blushed hotly as a warm, thick _something_dribbled out of him and down the back of his sack.

"Aah, there it is..." Then, suddenly, there was a thumb against his tail, spreading the liquid around. "Pumped 'im so fulla piss that 'e can't hold any a' my load. We'll have to train 'im, Dar."

"That we will." A mud-splotched paw lifted the fox's muzzle, so that he was looking into the eyes of the wolf. "See? I 'unno if you were listenin', but I did say that Mike here can't last longer 'n four minutes when drunk..."

"Where you gonna mark 'im?"

Danny's chin plopped down into the mud as soon as Darwen released it. The wolf stood up and walked behind him, the thick mud squelching beneath his feet. "I've got an idea..." he growled, and then lightly tapped the fox with his foot. "'Ey. You. On your back."

He didn't move.

"Goddamn city boy privilege - on your fucking_back, _please. Or I could do you like my cow Anna May when she don't wanna rut: tie you up, keep yer tail lifted, an' get you nice an' prepped - though Mike here's already done that, kinda."

So much for thinking of Darwen as the nicer of the pair. Trying not to let the pressure on his eyes turn into spilled tears, Danny wriggled up into a sitting position, turned himself around - a sudden wave of the scent of piss hit his nose - and briefly looked up at the two canids, Mike still holding his shaft in one paw, before lying down on his back in the mud. It was soft, cool...

"The hell 're ya gonna do t' 'im, Dar? Fuck that pretty muzzle o' his? Ye'll hafta take that rope off if ya wanna do that..."

"Nah, nah, I'ma try somethin' else..."

He saw the white wolf reach down to undo and then take off his pants in the corner of his eye, but put no effort into focusing on that: blue jeans dropped down white fur, and there, in the middle of the expanse of snow, something crimson-red peeked out. Darwen stepped over him - now he couldn't help but look up, see a heavy white-furred sack beneath a supple-skinned sheath, atop which was that tapered tip of red flesh - but then turned around, knelt down, almost sat down on his belly-

-and he felt first a finger and thumb on his own sheath, tugging it back, pulling it wide, soon followed by something else hot and moist being pressed in against his own cock, which had since retreated into its covering. It was indeed an odd feeling, having someone - even a wolf, much bigger than him in all senses of the word - direct their own shaft into his sheath and sink into it like Mike just had into his tailhole, not as unpleasant as he'd thought it would be...

...and then that finger and thumb squeezed his sheath shut around both his cock and Darwen's, and the wolf breathed a low sigh, and he felt hot liquid rush out into his sheath. If anything, he hated_how that made him wriggle and _huff lightly through his nose; hot piss surrounding his length, ballooning his sheath, spraying out over his shaven belly once it had filled up enough... Darwen started to hump forward and back while still emptying his bladder, at one point releasing the grip of his finger and thumb so that all of the piss that had gathered there suddenly splashed out over his sack and Danny's lower body, but he didn't stop.

Danny had once had a tongue in his sheath before, and a single finger at a different time, and both of those had made him arch his back and bite his lip for fear of moaning out, but the top inch and a half of a gradually-hardening cock, thicker than his own... once Darwen's stream had pinched off into a drip and then nothing, the wolf changed his grip and continued thrusting, urging his cock out into Danny's sheath, held in place like a sleeve to hump into to help him get off. Hell, that's all he'd been to Mike, and after seeing the change in personality of the wolf, he had no real doubt that things would go the same way for him there.

After his thrusts had picked up a little, Darwen had to start moving back further along Danny's body to accommodate his length, only three or four inches of which could be fit into the small fox's sheath - and even then, saying it 'fit' was taking a bit of liberty with the word. He was thick enough to bring the fox right up to the edge of pain from having his sheath stretched so far out, but at the bottom of it all, each thrust sent another wave of quiet pleasure through him, and soon there was no room at all - because Danny had again hardened up and slid a few inches out of that sheath, leaving no room for Darwen.

The wolf didn't mind, though. He simply adjusted his position yet again and then took both his length and the fox's in one paw, stroking at the same time; the natural moisture of the inside of his sheath, coupled with what felt like a full bladder's worth of piss, provided a lube slicker than any the fox had bought from the store, and soon he found himself lifting his hips up into that paw despite himself and the current situation. Darwen didn't seem to care that the front of the fox's body was caked with half-dried mud; he still settled his weight against it.

"Jeez, man..." said Mike, from somewhere else in the barn. Danny couldn't see him. "Yer a helluva lot kinder n' I am. Lettin' 'im get off n' all..."

"Who... the hell said I was lettin' 'im get off? I jes' thought-" Darwen shifted his position again, after an embarrassingly loud gasp of breath from the fox beneath him. Danny felt the contact between their shafts weaken. "-that I'd get 'im close, make 'im wriggle and pant like a bitch in heat beggin' t' be fucked, an' then stop right there... don't wanna tire 'im out in case I get hard again later, right?"

Paws still bound in front of him, there was little Danny could do - especially with this big farmhand of a wolf sitting on his chest, pawing both of them off but clearly paying more attention to himself; at one point when the fox lifted up and tensed up all over, Darwen suddenly let go of his cock and instead resumed on himself, positioned to where the end of Danny's cock lifted up beneath the wolf's sack, warm and pulsing beneath the cover of cooled piss, the scent of which was all over. _Now_the fox let himself whine, having gotten so close to orgasm after so long - admittedly when Mike was beneath his tail, he might have started dripping pre into the mud beneath him, and almost didn't want him to stop...

Darwen had gotten about as close as Danny had: just a few moments later, the wolf, too, tensed up, and then briefly scrambled with shoving at least the tip of his cock back into the fox's sheath - before spurting out a few hot ropes of cum beneath Danny's knot and into the flesh of his sheath, the sudden movement and forcing making his whines of frustration turn to whines of brief pain. The volume of his balls was about as formidable as the volume of his bladder: he quickly felt his sheath first bulge out with the seed and then return to its natural size as it oozed out over his belly, beneath his own still-throbbing shaft.

"God... dammit..." breathed the wolf after resting for a moment. He stood up and flicked some cum off of his paw. "Got mud on me..."

"Yeah, that bitch is damn dirty. What're we gonna do 'bout that? Can't fuck somethin' covered in that much grime."

"Throw 'im beneath one of our horses when it's gotta piss. Ha! Eh, nah, just leave 'im there for now... it won't get too cold tonight."

"Shouldn't ya tie 'im up?"

Danny wriggled up into a sitting position, slightly embarrassed that his erection hadn't yet gone away. It was coated in piss, cum, and mud... "Well," Darwen said, "where the hell would 'e go? 'E's nude, half-shaven to hell, covered in mud, dripping cum from both side of 'im... an' I'd consider untying 'is paws, but I dunno if I can trust 'im." The wolf knelt down in front of him; Danny scooted backwards away from him. "Tell ya what. If yer still here tomorrow, I'll let your paws loose. Then, ya gotta prove to me - both of us 'ere, and maybe one of our stallions in the stables, too - that yer good with these cute li'l paws, so I don't just tie 'em back up... yeah?"

The fox blinked tears out of his eyes.

"An' then, I think I'll take the rope off yer mouth, so you can prove your use with that, too... also, the toilets at the house ain't workin. As easy as it is to take a piss on any damn bush around the farm... well, we have a fox now, and we gotta know how good 'e is at catchin' what's given to 'im, y' follow? Mike over there's recently gotten inta drinkin' sweet tea, and lemme tell ya - sometimes his bladder gets fuller 'n all of our horses combined."

Looked like he wasn't going home today, or tomorrow, or any time soon.