LOK - The legend of Krystal

Chapter 10……

The sapphire furred vixen slowly shook her head, she wasn’t sure what had really happened the previous night; though what she did recall made her question her own sanity. There was no way that Fox could have done such a thing, it was almost as if it weren’t Fox at all, even though it was Fox…something was different about him, he didn’t seem like himself at all. It was as she came too that she found herself in the presence of an unfamiliar animal. A young, black furred wolf that was busy sorting through a small mound of clothes. It was as she did so that the wolf tossed several scraps of clothing toward the vixen before looking over to her…
“Ah you finally decided to wake up. Alpha wishes to see, you this is not a request.” She said looking the vixen over as she held up the rags that remained of her old attire, “you’ll have no need of this rag…Alpha says that if you speak the truth to him, he promises that you and your companion may leave.”

Krystal gasped as she sat up not bothering with the fact that she was nude, “Nina, where is she?”

The she wolf sighed, “She is well taken care of…I can assure you that no “harm” will come of her. Our warriors are far too interested in the other services she can provide to them to bother injuring her. You should put those on…” She said pointing to the new clothing she tossed to the vixen, “…unless you’d prefer to see Alpha as you are, I am certain he would not mind……he showed no mind before.”

The vixen sighed, and picked up what was no doubt meant to be a female’s attire in this tribe. The top was not much different to what she’d worn on Cerinia, it was a light golden brown color with small tribal thorn patterns that swirled around it’s surface; the bottom was no more than a small thong like bikini piece, much like the piece that Krystal once wore under her loincloth. With it came two small bands that were clearly meant for her arms, as well as a thicker piece that was meant to be worn around her thigh, and a pair of leather bracers. To be honest with herself it was a very nice suit; she was certain that females here were treated a bit differently than the females elsewhere, such as in the Sharpclaw tribe. As she donned the new clothing, the vixen’s mind shifted toward her scaly friend again; she knew that Nina did not mind being treated the way they were treating her, then again the reptile had been with her people in that village for god only knows how long. It wasn’t long after she finished that the same she-wolf walked back into the room…
“Hmmm…” She mused looking the vixen over, “…I can see why Tallah seems to wish to keep you, she has always enjoyed the softer feel of a female over the rougher feel of a male.”

Krystal’s mind instantly realized what it was that she heard. Keep her? That wasn’t something she really wanted to hear, “I was told I could leave.”

“And you shall,” Lalei replied, “as long as you make certain that Alpha believes every word you say. Female warriors are rare in our tribe but, they are treated with much respect…that is a warrior’s attire, the males here may be attracted to that outfit, but, Alpha says that for you to get this far, you must be a powerful warrior…” She said, “…follow me, Alpha is waiting.”

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The sapphire furred vixen followed the charcoal furred Lupine out of the hut they were in; the outside air had a crisp, numbing bite to it, clear sign that it was very early in the morning. There were a number of wolves in the village, out in the open moving about, several walked with strings of fish slung over their shoulders, a pair of males walked by with a large wild pig hung by it’s tied ankles to a large pole, while again several females that she could notice were all sorting fruit that they’d gathered in small woven baskets. It was as she walked through the village, that all the heads of the place seemed to turn toward her. They all seemed to watch her move across the area, however when she’d look to them they all seemed to turn away. The tent that the vixen was led to was a large hut, it’s front entrance was heavily decorated with bone carvings that were woven into the fabric. Lalei led the vixen inside where her eyes took a moment to adjust to the lack of light. Before her was laid out a slightly larger room than the one that she’d woken up in, this one seemed to have a large bed of pillows where a familiar black furred vulpine sat, with two uncovered, unclothed females lay beside him. With a nod from their leader, Lalei shoved the vixen from behind causing her to fall to her knees…
“Forgive Lalei’s…” He paused, “…manners. She is easily intimidated by strong females…she has apparently met your kind before. The blue furred ones that came through here before were also strong warriors according to her,” He said reaching for a long wooden stick that Krystal was certain was some sort of smoking pipe, “why are you and the green one here? They live in the valley, that is where they belong. If the hunters and warriors did not enjoy her presence so much she would have already been killed.”

Krystal spent a moment to probe his mind, without all the elated senses and pleasures blocking her senses this time, it was much easier for her to tell that his mind was fresh, there were simply no memories of his former self…
“We were being held captive…” Krystal replied, “…I earned our freedom, but, there are others still there, but, most of them are afraid of these woods so they will not leave the village.”

The vulpine looked Krystal in the eyes, “What is your name, as well as your companion’s?”

The vixen paused, “Krystal……and her name is Nina.”

Fox sighed, “Hmmm…I did not expect you to tell the truth so openly.”
“Cerinian’s don’t lie.” Krystal retorted quickly.

“I see…” He said, “…well. I am happy we do not have to kill you, but, you seem to be one that values her freedom. So in that case I will make you one offer…entertain me as well as the others and I will release you and your friend. Not only that I will allow you access to the village whenever you so choose to come back.”

Krystal glared at him, “What kind of entertainment?”

Fox chuckled, “Do not concern yourself with that; as you can see…” He said as Lalei joined the other two she wolves at his side, “…I have all the entertainment in that effect that I could possibly want. I have something different in mind, in fact it is why I have had you dressed as you are. Here we tend to enjoy a good fight…the males especially like violent females, so seeing them in combat actually can heighten their spirits…”

“So……you want me to fight someone?” The more she questioned it the more she was certain that this animal was not the Fox she knew, “what kind of fight?”

Fox smiled lightly, “A simple competition between yourself and…” He paused for a moment as the slightly lesser voluptuous wolf Lalei whispered something into her leader’s ear, “…Lalei seems to wish to test you herself. Tallah…”

To his left another she-wolf sat up; her chest was much larger than Lalei’s, her hair was a bright red, and across her shoulders and thighs she had six small jagged stripes of white, her cloudy blue eyes were almost mesmerizing, even to the young vixen. Tallah yawed with a wide stretch of her arms, she’d been woken up by the calling of her name, her eyes however widened a bit…
“Oh you’re finally awake,” She said noticing the vixen, “did you call Alpha?”

Fox smiled as he placed a paw on the wolf’s head rubbing her head gently, “Yes Tallah, I’d like you to inform the tribesmen than there will be special entertainment tonight and take our guest to see her friend as well.”

Tallah did not bother picking up any clothing as she stood and approached the vixen, “Yes Alpha,” She said, “this way…Nina has been worried about you.”

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The vixen followed the busty she wolf out of the tent, where she found that nobody seemed to stare at her at all. She found it odd that someone with a figure like Tallah, in her current attired of her fur alone, gathered no attention at all. It was as they walked that Krystal looked to the rather cheery young wolf…
“Don’t you feel embarrassed stepping out into the open and walking around without your clothes?”

Tallah chuckled, “No…if it were not for the colder days here in the woods, I would never wear them at all. I do not worry about males bothering me, I belong to Alpha and Alpha alone…were another male to move in he would have to fight Alpha…and we have witnessed first hand how badly that would go.”

It was as the two of them stopped near a small tent that the red haired, dark furred wolf turned to face Krystal, “I wish to make something very clear…” She said, “…I do not wish to let Lalei hurt you, but, she will if you are not careful. I would very much like to be your friend.”

Krystal chuckled she had hardly expected to find someone like this here, just as she did not expect to find someone like Nina living with the Sharpclaw, “You are, very different than Lalei.”

Tallah laughed, “Do not mind Lalei, she is simply threatened by you. To be honest I was a bit worried, I thought that they were going to ask me to fight you.”

Krystal thought for a moment, “Why would that worry you?”

Tallah chuckled as she headed off into the village, “Because I do not wish to hurt you.”

Krystal was not certain how it was that the wolf was so certain that she would hurt her, but, something about her mental state told the vixen that this wolf knew her way around a fight. It was as she stood there that Krystal’s mind shifted back to the idea of the Sharpclaw female that was simply sitting in the tent waiting for her to go inside. It was as she did so that a thick, arid scent wafted across the vixen’s face. It was a familiar funk but, it was one that she didn’t particularly enjoy. Inside the tent she found the light green scaled reptile sitting among what seemed to be at least ten sleeping wolves…Nina, for the most part, seemed fine…
“Well you look like you’ve had it fairly easy.” The vixen scoffed looking about the room.

“Easy…and a bit fun,” Nina replied looking about the room, “very few of these males are as virile as I am used to though. Many of the Sharpclaw warriors can last much longer, not to mention their clear difference in size.”

Krystal sighed, “You have leaned to enjoy being treated like this don’t you?”

Nina smiled, “I never said that I did not enjoy it. Every female enjoys it, some simply attempt to convince themselves that they do not; even you enjoy it, your body will always know what it likes, even if you do not,” She finally noticed the vixen’s slightly concerned look, “is something the matter?”

“Their leader is the one I was looking for,” The sapphire vixen replied, “he doesn’t remember me, or himself at all. They want me to fight someone in order for them to let us go, but, apparently if I win they intend to let us come and go from this tribe as we see fit.”

Nina thought for a moment, “Hmmm…” She mused running her hand over the black fur of one of the sleeping males’ arms, “…that could be a good thing.”

“Yes,” Krystal replied, “…it means we would have a place to stay while I tried to find a way to get Fox’s memories back, and clearly you’d be happy enough with all these males around.”

“They do have their advantages…” Nina smiled, “…though I am still happy to be free of Scales’s way of things.”

Krystal sighed, “Well in the case that I do not win this fight, hopefully it will not effect you negatively.”

“We shall see I suppose.” Nina assured the vixen.

Krystal and Nina found themselves waiting and waiting; during that time Krystal was brought another suit of clothes, these were much darker in color, a very deep crimson; the top was slightly tighter about her chest than the last, and the bottom came with a long, hanging cloth over her loins that fell to her knees. It took a small time after she was dressed for Tallah to step into the hut. Krystal didn’t bother saying a thing as she simply followed the wolf out of the hut; there was no light outside but, there were staves driven into the ground, each holding a small dancing flame atop it. The tall torches led along the center of the village forming a circle, which she found was surrounded by most of the villagers. Standing in the center of the circle was Lalei dressed the same exact way she was, standing next to Fox, who simply stood there with her arms crossed……
“Welcome…” He called, “…this will not be too horrible, there are few rules as with any fight. Your opponent must either surrender or stop moving, you may not kill each other but, other than that do as much damage as you see fit.”

“So that’s the only rule?” Krystal asked, “no killing.”

Lalei smiled, “Exactly…but, my point here is not to hurt you…I simply wish to test you for myself. Alpha seems to be under the image that you are a strong warrior.”

“As soon as I step out of the circle,” Fox said stepping toward the torches, “you may begin…just try your best not to injure each other too badly.”

As soon as Fox’s feet left the circle, Krystal leaped to her right barely managing to dodge the swipe of Lalei’s claws that tore into the red cloth that hung between Krystal’s legs. She turned toward the she wolf with a look of surprise, she’d not even noticed Lalei moving much the less throwing any kind of attack. The wolf held her paws close to her face, with her palms toward the vixen with her claws bared, a small shred of the cloth hang from between her fingers. Krystal took a quick defensive stance, she’d never expected the wolf to move so quickly. Again the wolf shot at her this time however she found the vixen’s defenses much more clear and focused, catching Lalei by the wrist before whipping the wolf over her shoulder where Lalei landed on her back before kicking back onto her feet, and spinning about to face Krystal again. This time she had a surprised look on her face before the wolf smiled lightly. The wolf was actually happy to see that Krystal was more than capable of defending herself. It seemed like an instant later Lalei shot back across the small gap that had formed between them. Krystal was taken aback as she felt the sting of four small cuts ebbing a light stream of blood down her right cheek. Her defenses quickly went into effect, Lalei had no clue how it was the vixen managed to block every punch, every kick, but, the vixen’s swaying seemed to be completely precognitive. However, finally after the vixen dodged under a well aimed punch she found her chin stricken painfully by the wolf’s knee causing her to stumble back falling onto her backside where she wiped her forearm across her bleeding lip…
It was in another instant that Krystal rolled forward kicking the wolf’s feet out from under her causing her to fall forward, and as her feet connected with Lalei’s ankles, she leaped up from her knees driving her shoulder up under the wolf’s chin causing Lalei’s body to change direction flinging her up and onto her back. Unfortunately the she wolf quickly retorted, whipping both her legs to one side, striking Krystal’s knees and causing her to fall to the ground. Quickly Lalei rolled over bringing her claws down toward Krystal’s chest, who rolled barely out of the way causing the attack to slash three small gashes into the right breast of her top. Rolling onto their feet Krystal and Lalei leaped at one another swiping their claws at one another. After a short exchange the two broke away from each other. Krystal took note that Lalei’s top was completely missing now, tattered and slashed by the vixen’s claws it had fallen to the ground. Krystal’s was in no real better shape, as her right breast was exposed completely, while there was a small set of cuts across her left breast. There was a small gash across her abdomen, which was met with a cut across Lalei’s forehead. Gasping for breath Lalei leaped forward driving her fist into Krystal’s gut, causing the vixen to topple onto her back, but as she rolled back onto her feet Krystal jolted back at the wolf. Strafing the attack Krystal turned only to drive something wooden across the vixen’s face forcing the vixen to the ground. A large roar broke from the crowd as Krsytal lay on the ground, only until the vixen lifted her face from the dirt. Her eyes instantly went cloudy white causing the she wolf to shoot from her place by an invisible force, causing another torch to snap across her back before Lalei hit the ground, flipping and tumbling across the ground before her back slammed into a small tree dropping the wolf unconscious to the dirt. The whole area went silent as they all looked at the vixen, who placed a paw on the back of her head before falling face down in the dirt…..

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Slowly opening her eyes, the sapphire furred vixen shook her head, placing a paw on the back of her aching skull, only to find that her injury had been bandaged. Sitting up, the vixen noticed a blurred mess of colors all around her; opening her eyes completely, the vixen found herself surrounded by bodies, yet the crisp night air stung her lungs and her breath produced small clouds of white. It was as she sat up that she found her arms were bound at the wrist behind her back, her ankles were in a similar situation. She was cold, freezing, her breath was plainly visible and her body would not stop shivering..
“That was truly something back there,” A familiar black fox caught her attention, “…unfortunately for you, someone has made me an offer that is in the best of interest of this tribe. It is unfortunate because the offer involves you to some minor extent. You see your friend is not just any Sharpclaw, she is the daughter of a very powerful leader of their kind, with her here they managed to set a pact……and oddly all they want in return, is you…” At the sound of some rustling outside the hut Fox chuckled, “…speak of the devil. Please come in…I must know if this is the correct one.”

Krystal’s expression sank with hopelessness as a tall familiar looking animal stepped into the tent, easily twice Fox’s side, with a twin bladed metal claw replacing his left hand, “Well well well…” He smiled tyranically, “…it most certainly is a small world is it not?” At that Nina walked into the room, “there you are my dear…you have done well. With a treaty being upheald with this tribe we can venture out into the open again…” He said laying one massive arm over Nina’s shoulders.

The busty reptile chuckled pecking the massive Sharpclaw’s cheek, “Thanks you father…I have to admit that she is very spirited. Nothing like the others like her that came through here…” She said, “…she is also very persistent to travel east of here.”

Scales smiled, “Is that so?” He said, “East is it? Tell me my dear what is so important that you wish to go east?” He asked bending down over the young vixen.

“It is a ship…” Nina replied, “…a small one, but, very advanced…most likely she is planning to escape this place. She has also been mentioning the name Fox McCloud.”

At the mention of that name the General quickly lifted the vixen up with his one massive hand, “McCloud!? Where is he?” He demanded, however, realizing that she wouldn’t talk the reptile dropped the vixen to the ground, “forget it, I can see in your eyes that you will never tell me. Not without a bit of encouragement…” He smiled pulling away the large tan cloak that hung from his shoulders, “…if you two would just give me a moment alone with your little blue friend. I will see to loosening the tantalizing little tongue of hers.”

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Krystal could do nothing in her defense as Nina and Fox both left the building, she knew that this was no fault of Fox’s, after all he was under the belief that he was someone else completely; but, Nina, she had been so convince that Nina was her friend that she even trusted the reptile with things that she’d never actually told anyone else. It was as she lay there with a look of pure anger on her face that Scales knelt down lifting her up so that she sat on her knees…
“I do not know what it is about you little vixen,” He said standing up and taking a step away to cinch the hut’s entrance shut, “but, you have had a profound effect on even me. Since earning your freedom, I’ve found that my normal little vixen’s do not really cover my needs anymore. I have found nothing but you and that provocative little body of yours on my mind…it has driven me mad for the past three days.”

The vixen only snorted angrily at the tyrant as he turned back toward her, “I found however, what it was that has been bothering me so much recently,” He said tugging at the belt that held up loincloth that covered his abnormally large manhood, “I simply had to have you again.”

The vixen swallowed the lump that had formed in her throat, she knew that this was what he was building up toward, only this time he had no intentions of letting her go or making any sort of deals. Something has made the reptile obsessed, and right now the only color in his eyes was blue. It was as he stepped forward, presenting the still limp, studded phallus to the vixen that she felt a familiar burning sensation in her cheeks from the embarrassment of the situation. She’d already seen what he was capable of before, and was in no real hurry to see what the animal was like when he was angry…angry love from an animal with so many large teeth and claws could possibly end up being lethal if she wasn’t careful…
“What’s the matter little princess?” He asked with a chuckled as he moved his hips about rubbing his studded meat across her muzzle, “you have embraced it before, quite skillfully I might add. I have the patience to wait…you’ll not resist for long, they never do…especially your kind.”

Rather than test what the reptile was capable when angered, the vixen slowly drew her cold, wet nose up along the underside of the thick tube of flesh, followed by a sensation that sent a familiar chill up the reptiles spine, as her warm, mammalian tongue slid slowly along his shaft’s underside starting where his scaly balls met the bottom of his long, thick shaft. The reptile let out a relieved sigh as her ministrations caused his member to twitch slowly to life. Placing his one large hand on the top of her head, the vixen half expected him to simply crush her skull, but, instead she felt something very pleasurable. The large reptile began massaging the vixen’s scalp; primarily just behind her ears with his claws very lightly, causing a strange but, erotic chill to run up and down Krystal’s spine. The sudden sensation caused the vixen’s mouth to fall slightly open letting out a short gasp; which was cut off by the light thud of the reptile’s large meatstick’s head striking the roof of her mouth. She was amazed at how gentle he was actually being, not rough as he was the first time this had happened, then again at that point she was simply trying to get away from the village, here she knew that he clearly had other intentions in mind.
Scales let out an audible sigh as the vixen’s tongue wrapped about the head of his manhood, gently squeezing it like some sort of wonderful snake wrapped about his shaft. Though at first it was simply out of the fear of what the large predator would do to her if she did not cooperate with his demands, she now found herself unable to register the disgust that she felt for the animal. Something about the smell, the taste, and the warm sensation that his massaging of her scalp caused slowly drained what was left of her sanity, and she found that there was no way of turning her mind back. Her body had made up it’s mind long before she had been given the chance to do anything about it. Not even noticing that he’d cut her free with the metal prosthetic on his left arm; the vixen’s paws slowly worked their way up his legs, until one was wrapped about the base of his thick shaft, slowly playing with the golden ring that he wore around the middle of his shaft, while her other paw began slowly kneading at the rather large green sack between his thighs. Suddenly the tyrant’s grip on her scalp relaxed a bit as he knelt his lower half so that his muzzle was close to her ear…
“Now try to remember that my bite is far worse than yours.” He said keeping his gentle grip but pulling her head sharply forward until her nose struck the surface of his scaly abdomen.

The forced deep throat that the tyrant applied caused the vixen to gag delightfully; the pain of her tight little throat trying it’s hardest to accommodate this fullness brought tears to her eyes until Scales slowly withdrew himself, reveling in the feel of the vixen still moving her tongue along his shaft…
“Do not worry about this,” He chuckled, “like the others you will get very used to it where you are going. You may continue.”

As if she’d been waiting for his permission the vixen drew herself forward this time, stopping after taking so many of his inches down her gullet to regroup herself until she could use her tongue to massage his sack for a moment before drawing back again. Again and again she repeated this process until the vixen fully removed the large phallus from her mouth. She stroked the throbbing dino stick for a moment. She found a sweet taste was left behind as a bit of pre leaked from the head of Scale’s shaft; quickly she flicked her tongue out running it along the underside of his shaft while holding it so that it pointed toward the sky, while lightly pumping at it with her fist hoping to cause more of the delightful nectar to leak down the side for her to scoop up with her tongue once more. It was enthralling to them both; she had no idea why she hadn’t noticed this wonderful taste before. The more of it that hit her tongue, the more of it she found she wanted.
Suddenly the vixen drew her mouth back around the thick, studded thing, wrapping her tongue about it before forcing it’s entire length down her throat with one swift motion, causing Scales to throw his head back in an audible gasp of pleasure. With this he continued to scratch the top of the vixen’s head only amplifying his own pleasure as the vixen began purring quite loudly causing the walls of her tight throat to vibrate around his shaft, tickling and tingling every inch of his thick, pulsating shaft. It was as she continued her attention to his manhood that Scales leaned forward…
“You are much better at this now,” He chuckled lightly, “I am actually glad you got out. Now, I’ve been holding this back for some time now……so prepare yourself.”

The reptile quickly pulled himself free of the vixen’s thirsty gullet, finding that she actually sat there with her paws on his hips holding her mouth open with her tongue hanging there teasingly. Scales smiled, it seemed that, for now at least, she had simply accepted her position. Though he liked being rough with some females this situation was different; this one was a mammal, she was soft, frail, if he was too rough he could harm his little vixen prize or even kill her if he wasn’t careful. Right now however something else went through his mind. His shaft still slick and warm from it’s time spent in the vixen’s caring mouth; he took a fisted grip about his shaft, and began pumping it vigorously. He had never bothered holding back before now, but, he was so enthralled by her seemingly natural skills, that he wanted to make it last as long as he could. With a low, baritone growl of warning his fist moved from the tip of his thick meat down to his scaly balls, and with that final pump he have the vixen what it seemed she’d been waiting for in spades.
A thick, hot stream of reptilian seed shot like a fire hose into the back of the vixen’s throat with such force that it actually splashed back coating her mouth and tongue entirely before spilling out and down over her still tattered suit from her fight with Lalei. With a light flick of his wrist, Scales’s shaft whipped, causing the still ongoing stream of frothy white seed to whip up across her nose and muzzle, up between her eyes into her hair and over her left ear, then back down the right side of her face over her eye and down her front before the vixen lurched forward clamping her lips down around the head of his shaft. His incredible volume caused the lusting vixen’s cheeks to billow until more tears formed in the corners of her eyes. Scales’s breathing had become labored slightly, but as he looked down to her, Krystal’s swelling cheeks slowly returned to normal, while a few small lumps traveled down her throat. Removing his length from her mouth again Scales took a much needed deep breath…
“Ready to talk about McCloud yet?” He asked.

The vixen simply continued to breathe heavily for a moment as she licked a bit of the reptile’s spilled seed from the back of her paw. It was as she sat there this time that Scales looked her up and down before stepping toward her…
“I had hoped you’d continue to resist.” He said with a chuckle.

Scales looked his metal claw into the strap that passed over the vixen’s cleavage, holding her top together flicking his wrist in a motion that caused her ample breasts to spill out of her suit. The large reptile licked his lips as his hand took a firm grip on one of the soft mounds of white fur and warm flesh, squeezing and kneading it gently so as to cause more of the vixen’s delightful sounds; a light pinch of her erect little pink nipple caused Krystal to let out a small yelping moan of pleasure. Again she felt his metal claw lightly touch her fur as it slid over the strap that held the bottom of her outfit around her waist. A cold rush of air brushed across her thighs that made her suddenly aware of her full nudeness. It dawned on the vixen that no matter what, her fate in this situation was sealed, even telling him where he could find Fox McCloud would never hae stopped him, he was set in his mind, he wanted her and he meant to have her in every way.
Scales looked about the small hut, it was not initially meant for such activity, but, he was certain that he could make use of it for both himself and his little prize. It only took him a moment to grow tired of his attention to her gorgeous tits, and move on to another part of the vixen’s tantalizing little body. Placing his one good hand on the center of her shoulder, he hoisted her up to her feet. Until now she hadn’t even noticed that he’d cut the rope that bound her ankles together. Scales then turned his back to the thick wooden pole that held the center of the hut up and sat on the soft ground there, leaning against the pole before pulling Krystal toward him keeping her back toward his chest. She could feel his hot breath steaming up the fur on her perfectly round rump, before she felt his tongue slide up her right calf, it scaled up her calf, then to her thigh, then finally up to the right cheek of her backside. Finally Scales pulled her so that she was situated between his legs, and holding his semi-hard penis in place between the two metal claws of his left hand, used his right to pull the vixen slowly down, forcing her to slowly sit down over his waist.

It only took a moment before the vixen looked down her front, only to see the tyrant’s large meatsword sliding through the fur of her belly. She could feel him moving his hips about under her causing his shaft to spit a bit of pre out onto her fur before it quickly retreated as she was pulled back up. Again she was pulled down to a sitting position, but this time she felt something different, and yet, from the other night slightly familiar. The thick studded meat log rubbed across the vixen’s delicate slit. The sensation of the studded phallus moving rigidly across her lower lips caused the vixen to gasp a loud moan of surprised pleasure. Suddenly there was a bit of pressure as she was forced to sit down further, she could feel her sacred entrance slowly parting to allow the mammoth hunk up flesh inside; and before she could utter a word the vixen let out a loud cry of mixed pain and intense pleasure as a small portion of the reptile was forced up into her. This new fullness caused her thighs to quiver and her loins to burn with incredible intensity. As more and more his Scales’s thick stick was very slowly fed into the vixen’s opening, she could feel the small knots along his shaft stimulating her walls and clit all at once causing her mouth to remain hung open in a silent gasp of unknown pleasure. She hated the entire prospect of admitting that it felt as good as it did, even with the pain of her womanhood struggling to accommodate the large Sharpclaw cock slowly probing it’s way into her cavern’s depths.
A sudden tug on the vixen’s ankle caused her footing to give way, causing her to sit all the way down. Scales’s long, thick shaft was instantly hilted, causing the vixen to let out a shrill cry as tears rolled down her cheeks. Though the sudden full thrust hurt very much compared to what she’d experienced before, there was a great shot of pleasure that made it all bearable. Before she’d been taken captive by the wolves of the tribe, she’d wondered what mating was actually like, whether or not it was as pleasurable as people made it out to be, but, now she could say without a doubt in her mind that it was a thousand times better. Unable to resist the urge to do so, Scales slowly lifted the vixen by his hold on her waist, and sharply brought her to a sitting position again, causing her to let out another incredibly arousing cry of pleasure that only drove him on to do so a third time, and a fourth. After he did so for the fifth time however, the vixen bounced herself lightly only pulling herself half way up his long shaft before falling back with another loud cry. Several more times, the vixen found herself repeating this motion, steadily riding the tyrant’s thick meat. Her paws roamed freely over her own body, and her fingers found their way to her nipples tugging gently at the little pink nubs in an effort to heighten her elation of the situation…

During her bareback ride of the obscenely large lizard’s studded shaft; she became clairvoyantly aware of all the sensations around her; her own pleasure, that of the huge animal beneath her, several of the wolves in the tribe that were mating in nearby huts. She could feel everything, and fed off of that pleasure she picked up in order to build onto her own, the sudden surge of sexual pleasure caused the vixen’s tail to go rigid as her walls clamped tightly around the phallus that plunged deep inside of her, causing her to arch her back letting out a lout cry of pleasure. Even after such treatment she had no intentions of telling the animal where he could find Fox. Her only real hope at the moment was that Slippy, Falco, and Katt would eventually find their location. As her intense orgasm subsided however, her thoughts fell back to the Sharpclaw that slowly pulled himself, as well as her to their feet. He then pulled himself free of her and turned her about pushing her face first into the thick wooden pole in the center of the room, and with a light roar of triumph drove his hips forward plunging his thick, knot covered, swollen shaft as deep into the sapphire cavern as he could lifting her feet from the ground for a moment as her shoulder was driven painfully into the wooden pole. Despite the pain in her shoulder, it seemed the only thing her mind could register at that moment was the intense pleasure that flooded in from all around her. Another powerful thrust smashed her shoulder again into the pole causing her to cry out in pleasure as her claws dug deep grooves into the wooden support. Another thrust lifted her off her feet, and another, until she found the tyrant was working himself into a steady rhythem of pounding thrusts that lifted her off her feet every fraction of a second. The pleasure was becoming so intense that the vixen found it hard to breath; her tongue hung lazily from her agape mouth, every quick, lust driven thrust of Scales’s hips brought another pleased cry of the vixen’s mouth only issuing him to continue on. Again and again, his assaulting thrusts threated to tear the poor female in two in the most pleasurable way.
Suddenly the vixen could feel his thrusts become slightly heavier, and further in between, he was building up to a conclusion and she could tell by the increase in height her feet got with each monstrous stab at her womanhood, that it would be soon. Suddenly Scales drew himself completely free of the vixen’s aching entrance, and with a loud roar plunged his meatsword deep into it’s new sheath. Krystal’s back arcked until her head bumped into the tyrant’s chest with a loud cry of pleasure as a thick warmed rushed into her body causing her legs to feel weak. With the same volume that had plastered the front of her body with the aniamal’s seed, she could feel it well up inside her vulpine womb and burst out around his thick reptilian shaft, spilling down her thighs and pooling onto the floor. Despite his powerful climax however the vixen’s feet again left the ground, and again, and again, and again, each thrust seeming to build in force and purpose, until she finally felt Scales jerk himself free of her. One last powerful thrust caused his hips to slap noisily against the vixen’s rump as his mammoth meatstick sunk into her ass with one explosively powerful thrust that lifted her several feet off the ground. The instant and intense rush of surprise pain and pleasure send the vixen’s body overboard, into an explosive, quivering orgasm that caused her body to fall from the tyrant’s grasp to the ground panting heavily…
“And……now……?” Scales breathed heavily.

The vixen simply lay on her belly, attempting to recover, but still not saying a word…
“I see…I had hoped that would be your answer,” He said as he fastened his belt back around his waist and heading to the door of the tent, “Nina……get her cleaned up. Then take her to the Den…where she can meet the others. She has a long future there.”