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Abduction

A cool breeze blew in from across the sea and the stars twinkled in the clear night sky. From my perch atop one of the plastered buildings, I was able to catch wind of the gentle scent of salt, instead of the unpleasant smell of hundreds of foxes crammed into a small, so-called commercial district. Most of the homes and streets were dark now, except for the occasional patrol that would march down the streets wielding bright torches, and of course, the Red Light District, which was lively until the wee hours of the morning.

Across the alleyway, we got a clear view of The Pearl, a fancy inn for the town's most important visitors. It was humble, by nobility's standards, only standing four stories tall and being fairly unassuming at first glance, but a peek through one of the windows revealed expensive furniture and magnificent paintings. Along with that, it was one of the few buildings in town that had lion mercenaries guarding every entrance, much like the Senator's Club back in Vulpezzia.

Taj, as I had come to start calling Tajeddigt, had scouted out the location earlier and gotten lucky when she just happened to catch our target lounging on the balcony that was attached to the window on the third floor, which also gave us a clear view of his bedroom.

Scouting had turned out surprisingly easy. Convincing Laurent on the other hand…

I won't bore you with the details. It was all very typical. His usual objections of having a vixen back home waiting for him mixed with an entirely natural aversion of wanting to be a wolf's bitch, something any fox of sound mental health would object to.

I countered with the usual. That it's his duty and that it's necessary to see my plans, our plans, come to fruition. That if we don't get this wolven engineer, we don't stand a chance at besieging Sfox successfully and Laurent would be a fennec's bitch for the rest of his life.

He went quiet and asked me, “If it meant you would get everything you dreamed of, would you let a wolf mount you?"

“Yes."

I lied, but it was necessary for Laurent to steel his resolve.

“Just lie back and think of Vulpezzia."

So here I was, with the fennecs atop a roof with our clothes and fur powdered black with soot, waiting for Laurent, loyal Laurent, to complete his end of the plan.

Itri was being his usual taciturn self and sitting on the far end of the roof, away from our vantage point. Ostensibly to watch our backs for any sign of someone spotting us from the buildings behind us.

Taj and I were sitting on the floor next to the edge. She reached up and stretched her arms, her short muzzle opening in a heavy yawn.

“Lovely night, isn't it?" I asked her, breaking the silence.

She shrugged, narrowing her brown eyes, “It's quite lovely, I suppose."

“You sound a little bored."

“In truth, fox," she grinned, “I'd rather be riding my horse through town, pillaging and carrying off a handsome captive who might enjoy the honor of my company later."

I laughed, “You might not be able to have as much fun when we occupy the city. It's different from a raid."

Taj tilted her head and blinked. Despite the danger she carried, right now she looked like an adorable little kit.

“Can't steal everything that's not bolted down because the economy needs to keep on moving as soon as possible after occupying it. As tempting as it is to raze the countryside as well, they're going to need the food it produces since ships are going to stop coming in as soon as we take Sfox over," I cleared my throat, “and as for carrying off captives, we're going to need the support of the local populace. In the interest of good fennec-fox relations, I would recommend you keep instances of rape to an acceptable minimum."

Her little fangs flashed, “Do you think I'm daft, Marco?"

“No, far from it."

“Then do not talk to me as if I am!" she snorted. “The plan, unless your engineer decides to change it, is to use the lower classes as our auxiliary forces. Plunder can be redistributed to them in exchange for goodwill and most peasants would be damned happy to exchange a goblet for coin at the first opportunity. Land, aye, I'll agree with that, plenty of fennec warriors would love to settle down here and will give the local poor a chance at employment. As for taking captives to your tent, there is no better way to humiliate the high and mighty, and give the downtrodden a chance to sigh in relief that their superiors are finally getting a taste of justice, which will also help endear them to fennec rule."

I stared at Taj in awe. I never thought she was dim in the slightest, but I never imagined that within that pretty head lurked a sharp mind that had, without so much as a second to prepare an answer, thought things out to such a degree.

I shifted my legs in an attempt to move the tip of my penis from poking against the inside of my trousers.

“You make several good points," I nodded finally, “but the captives aren't going to be like the peasants you normally capture. They're going to be highborn and will have relatives who will want them back."

“Clan Agulez has helped many highborn Chimera back to their families in exchange for a generous finder's fee," Taj smiled, “believe me, they presume that we fennecs have mistreated them to begin with and won't bat an eye if their captive relatives complain about being forcefully taken."

“A vicious cycle..."

“You're in no position to prattle on about morality!" Taj crossed her arms. “Seeing as you wouldn't stop gloating about fucking that wolf noble when you were under the poppy's spell."

I licked my lips, they were as dry as sand. My pelt began to itch as well and I tried to ignore it.

“I never intended to sell Galip back to his family. He was mine."

“Because it was a powerful statement," Taj laughed, “a lowborn fox taking a distant relative of the Kutlar Alphate as his concubine? I'm sure it made the wolves seethe, just as doing what we do makes our enemies howl."

“You might have a point..."

“I'm a little surprised that you know the Wolven tongue, seeing as you hate them so much."

“Know your enemy..." I muttered.

“Fair enough," Taj grinned, “that's why we know how to speak Foxen."

“Itri knows it too?"

Taj's head darted towards The Pearl and she quickly crawled on all fours towards the ledge. I got on my belly and did the same.

As clear as day, I caught the sight of a white wolf walking across the flickering candlelight of the room, as naked as the day he was born. He was holding an orange fox's wrists in his paw, Laurent, who also stepped into view, nervous and clutching at his shoulder with his free paw.

Ekrem scooped Laurent up in his arms and tossed him gently onto the bed. Laurent crawled backwards, momentarily looking like he was about to bolt, but Ekrem quickly held him down. Ekrem stuck his muzzle into Laurent's crotch and took several long sniffs, eyes shutting with obvious pleasure.

Pouncing atop his prey, Ekrem quickly forced Laurent to roll over and grabbed his rear, forcing it to point upwards. Ekrem's red cock was fully erect and he didn't hesitate for a second to thrust it into Laurent's ass with full force. The smaller fox yelped, loud enough for us to hear it through the closed window as clear as day.

“Is this turning you on?" Taj whispered.

“Of course not!"

“Really?" Taj's little black nose twitched as she smelt the air. “Could have fooled me."

I sniffed, catching a whiff of something unusual, the rose-like smell that lurked within Taj's dusty scent was growing stronger. I didn't realize until her short hairs were tickling me, that my nose was pressed up against her neck.

“I think you're lying," she giggled as I felt her paw pads rub against the side of my muzzle, “the only question is, are you imagining yourself as the wolf? Or Laurent?"

“Neither."

I hissed silently as a jolt of pleasure shot out from the tip of my cock. Taj had slipped her other paw into my trousers and was now stroking the edge of my sheath.

“You know what most foxes I've captured do when I toss them into my tent?" she whispered as she encouraged me to roll over onto my back. She began removing my trousers, exposing my erect foxhood to the world.

“No," I whispered, yanking down her own pair of trousers. Her slit was barely visible in the moonlight against her sandy fur. My nose darted forward of its own accord, squishing up against the outside of her vagina and I inhaled deeply, finally figuring out where the smell of roses came from, “but I think I'd like to find out."

She lightly shoved me back, laughing the whole while as she edged forward until her thighs were just above my cock, “As soon as their horrified brethren are out of sight, most are eager to have a fennec barbarian take them."

Leaning forward, her small tongue lapped against my nose, just before I felt the tight walls of her vagina clench against my cock. I gasped, uttering a prayer to Canis, for it had been too long since I had been with a lady or rather, one that wasn't secretly trying to kill me.

Taj began straddling my cock as gently as she could while we got accustomed to each other. I looked over to the right and was relieved to see Itri was ignoring us as best as he could, but his tail was lashing in annoyance.

“Look at me!" Taj ordered, grabbing me by the snout and forcing me to gaze upon her beauty. No fox alive or dead would have passed up the chance to be mated with her.

For a moment, reason began to overcome my lust and I spoke, “What about your husband?"

Taj reared her head back and laughed. For one moment, she stopped her straddles and gently patted at her bow, which was lying on the ground next to us.

“He likes to watch," she said simply.

That baffled me, but lust was quickly beginning to win out over my senses, so I opted to moan as she tightened her squeeze around my cock.

Across the way, Ekrem had Laurent knotted and was furiously pounding away, which must have been excruciating for the young fox. Not long after, my own knot began to swell.

“Taj, my knot..."

She quickly lowered herself, allowing her to be captured by my knot, which soon tied us together. Unlike the wolf, however, she found that she was unable to continue her assault in this current position.

That was when I struck. I grabbed her by the shoulders and pulled her towards me, rolling her over until I had her pinned down. I leaned into her neck, taking in her scent and whispered, “Looks like the fox has captured the fennec after all..."

“Do I look like I'm complaining?" she replied, panting.

I began thrusting as best as I could, which was not much as her small cunt was very tight. Even so, what little movement I could do was enough to make the ecstasy grow exponentially. I clamped my jaws around her neck as my cock began to quiver and the pleasure grew, grew until the point where it felt like it was going to burst and then…

“Ah, fuck!" I gasped as I came. My cock shuddered at least seven times as ejaculate spurted into her. Taj was gleefully praising me and Canis the whole time between erotic moans.

My tongue fell out as I began panting and I collapsed atop Taj, still tied to her at the waist.

“This was probably a bad idea," I gasped.

Taj slapped me lightly across the muzzle, just enough to make it hurt a bit, “What charm!"

“No!" I exclaimed, eyes darting towards the window. Ekrem was spooning Laurent from behind. “I mean, we're on a mission and now we're all tied up!"

Yawning, Taj grabbed the side of my face and pressed my muzzle up against hers. Our noses rubbed together as our tongues lapped at each other's.

“So are they and we're waiting for the signal," she laughed, “unless the wolf's knot lasts longer?"

“I'll have you know," I growled, grinding my thigh against her crotch, “that foxes last the longest of all of Canis' children."

Perhaps I was trying a little too hard to impress her. As far as I knew, no scholar had written a study about the matter.

Perhaps you could call me a scholar though, as I had the answer: Laurent crawled away from his wolven mate, limped towards the window and waved to us. He did all this a good minute before my knot deflated enough to allow me to escape Taj's folds.

Taj began hiking up her trousers and fishing for her quiver of arrows, “Marco, my husband..."

I had to blink a bit before I realized what she meant and I grabbed her 'husband', giving the bowstring a quick twang before passing it to her. Itri had decided to make himself known and tied a thick rope around one of Taj's arrows.

The fennec vixen readied her arrow and drew the string back, letting it snap. The arrow whizzed silently through the night air before clattering against the patio floor. Laurent stepped out of the bedroom and began tying the rope to the railing, while Itri wrapped his end around a gargoyle hanging off the wall.

Itri lead the charge, wrapping his legs around the rope and shimmying along.

“Vixens first," I bowed and waved towards the rope.

Taj stared at me with a silent glare until I got the hint and began climbing the rope.

It was not as hard as I expected. The rope was angled upwards, which made it a bit difficult, but I was able to keep my paws and legs wrapped around it as I crawled forward. The most difficult part was not using my claws, last thing I needed was to fray the rope and send myself or Taj hurtling to the ground.

“Hey!"

A voice called down from below and I froze, clinging to the rope for dear life.

“Good luck on your heist!"

I carefully craned my neck to the side and stared down, a couple of foxes in hooded cloaks were stepping down the side of the road, one of them hauling a bag over his shoulder while the other happily waved backwards at me. Perhaps if I didn't make it back to Vulpezzia, I could turn to a life of burglary.

Having reached the end of the rope, I swung my legs over the railing and hopped onto the patio. Laurent was leaning against the wall, his legs bent and his arms crossed around his chest. His eyes were staring off into the distance. He smelled like a wolf.

“You alright there, soldier?" I asked.

“I'll..." Laurent began silently mouthing the next words. He swallowed and spoke, “...I'll tough it out."

“Good," I patted him on the shoulder.

I was about to enter the bedroom, where Itri was busy lifting the unconscious wolf over his tiny shoulders, when Laurent grabbed me by the arm.

“General, what just happened..." Laurent's ears folded back and he began looking nervously from side to side, “...I didn't..."

“Every soldiers got to do something unpleasant in his career," I patted him on the paw, “and it's not the first time you had to do it."

“That was different, you were gentler and..."

I laughed, slapping my leg, “Oh no, Laurent, you're not falling for me are you?"

“No! Will you let me-"

“I'm kidding," I placed both my paws atop his shoulders and leaned in close, whispered, “I know you've done a lot today and I can't express just how much I appreciate it."

“T-thank you, but-"

“I'll make sure you're repaid one of these days, Laurent. By Canis, I swear it!"

“Can we just talk ab-"

Laurent's went wide, locking on the unconscious wolf whose head peeked through the door atop Itri's shoulders. Ekrem's nose twitched in his slumber in Laurent's direction, which caused the fox to flinch, tucking his tail between his legs. The sulfurous smell of fear began wafting across the air.

I got it now.

“When this is all over," I whispered as Taj slipped by us, returning momentarily with a pile of bedsheets, “and we don't need him anymore..."

Ransom was so tempting and the son of a Duke would surely bring us a fair share of gold. Greed almost won me over, but I was able to make generosity win.

“You can do whatever you want with him."

Taj and Itri had spent their time shredding the bedsheets and had fashioned an unusual harness out of them, strapping it to the drugged wolf. They then lifted him up and tied the other ends to the rope.

“Is that going to work?" Laurent asked, nervously biting at this thumb claw.

“Hell if I know," Taj slapped the wolf on the side of the hip, “Itri's the one who did the math."

This particular bit of insight into the elusive mind of Itri was not enough for him to break his silence, aside from spitting off the roof, down into the alleyway. He then gave Ekrem a gentle shove.

I had seen a lot in my life around that time and I've seen a lot since, but I've never seen a wolf fly again. Ekrem rocketed down the rope, his cloth harness fraying slightly until it finally tore apart mere seconds after he was over the roof. He fell flat on his face with a violent thud, which I was surprised didn't wake him up, drug be damned.

Snorting, I laughed, “He's gonna hurt tomorrow."

“Good," Laurent growled.

It was almost obscene in how easy it was to sneak Ekrem back to my apartment. A bored pair of guards stopped us at one point, but all it took was a quick story about the wolf being a friend of mine who had too much to drink and how I got my servants to assist in taking him back home. I took the opportunity to give Itri a slap across the muzzle when he spat, ordering my slave to learn some manners in front of the guards. They never questioned us as to why we were all wearing black and covered in soot, or heaven forbid, why our lupine friend was completely nude.

When we entered the building that housed my apartment, we found the landlady, an elderly fox named Agnese, sitting at a table by a window in the atrium, dipping her muzzle in a cup of mint tea.

“Goodness! What's all the racket about?" she hollered, whipping her ears about seemingly at random. Her hearing was horrendous, almost as bad as a human's.

I realized how strange we must have looked, a pair of red foxes and a matching pair of fennecs, carrying a naked wolf past a sweet old lady. It gave me pause, trying to think up a good excuse, even though Agnese never really struck me as an overbearing busybody.

“Pardon me, I'm having a guest over for the evening."

“Oh, ho, ho, ho!" she put on a thin, fragile pair of spectacles and squinted at Ekrem. I was surprised she was able to afford such a luxury. “My, he's a large one, isn't he?"

“Agnese!" my face felt hot.

“No need to be shy, kit! Old Agnese has been around the block!" she opened her mouth in a chuckle, showing off her toothless gums. “Almost eloped with a tiger when I was younger, you know? Would have traveled all the way to far East for him! Now there was a male! Thick muscles, tall as an oak, and a big, fat co-"

“We're going upstairs now! Thank you!"

“You kits have fun!" she exclaimed, waving her paw. “But no exchanging money on the premises, you hear? I run a clean building!"

“We won't!" I sniffed and hauled Ekrem another step before halting. “Agnese, you wouldn't happen to have some spare washtubs we could use?"

Not only did Agnese have four spare washtubs, she was also kind enough to start boiling up hot water, carrying it up to us in shifts despite us asking her not to. She was also nice enough to not call the guards when she saw Ekrem tied up in our bed, instead just chuckling and began a rambling story about her and a jackal who came to Sfox last year that she tied down in bed; I stopped her right when she mentioned that despite having lost her teeth, she still was able to put her mouth to good use.

Itri, in a rare moment of kindness, began helping Agnese out with carrying the water, perhaps if only to minimize her visits; while me, Taj, and Laurent stripped down and began soaking. The water quickly darkened as the soot washed off our fur and the air was quickly fragrant with our combined scents. A wonderful reprieve from the stresses of the day.

Laurent was busy scrubbing himself, heavy enough that I feared he'd go bald, so I decided to talk to Taj.

“I had a great time tonight," I whispered, taking a peek at the fennec's slim, but tightly muscular body underneath the waves. The water had parted her fur and I could clearly see her tiny rows of nipples.

She laughed and splashed a tiny wave of water at me from her tub.

“If you'd like to do this more often…I know I'd love to."

Taj grinned, “Are you suggesting we become mates?"

“Perhaps..." I smiled, “but for now, we can see where things go."

“Agreed," she reached across and into my tub, briefly swatting at my sheath lightly, “but don't think for a second you can stop me from fucking the captives we grab. It's my right as a warrior."

“As long as you don't hog them all to yourself."

“Deal!"

Itri had finally stopped playing the errand-boy and silently took off his clothes. I tried not to look, but it stuck out like a sore thumb: a very short one, it drew the eye towards it. Even for a fennec, it seems that Itri was not blessed with size in more areas than one.

“Your husband..." I muttered idly, thinking of what Taj had told me earlier. Her bow was on the dresser, facing us, “...what's the story there?"

Taj crossed her arms behind her head, leaning back in the tub, “When I came of age, my Father, one of Agulez's Clan Ring members, set me up for an arranged marriage with an older warrior from Clan Asif. My duty would be to bear him kits, weave fabric, and tend to the camp while he was away on raids."

“Doesn't sound like your kind of life."

“I was violently opposed!" she peeled back her lips in a snarl. “By now, I had already shown my mettle. During a raid on our camp, I organized the defense and slew two warriors of Clan Asref with nothing more than a sharpened pole! Clan Asref were, still are, one of the most powerful clans in the desert, but I managed to fight them off with an army of elderly vixens and kits!"

“And the Clan Ring did not declare you a warrior after returning?"

“They honored me. Izil wanted to gift me a weapon and a horse immediately, but my Father objected. Izil eventually formed a compromise that I agreed on for the sake of Clan unity: marry the fennec from Clan Asif and when he dies, I can marry whoever, whatever I pleased."

“Whatever?"

“In the fennec formal tongue we refer to non-fennecs that way. Essentially, they were giving me permission to marry and leave the Clan, if I so wished. But I knew a better way to take advantage of the wording..."

“Go on."

“After only a few months, my husband died in a raid. An arrow to the neck. He was not a bad tod, he was gentle and treated me well, even letting me go on hunts, rides, and train with sword and bow; but I wanted the freedom to chose to do those myself, not have him allow it," she paused. A new kind of smile grew across her lips and her eyes practically shimmered as if staring into the past with approval. “I returned to Clan Agulez, before my Father and the Clan Ring, and they expressed remorse for my loss and then immediately demanded I declare who my next husband was going to be."

Taj's paw lifted out of the bath, fur matted and dripping with water as he pointed towards the bow resting on the dresser.

“I pointed to a bow resting on a weapon rack. I was about to make a great speech about how they told me I could marry whatever I wanted, but it was not necessary. The Clan Ring applauded, all except for Father, who was burying his head in his paws. I was worried that he was upset or would try to challenge the ruling, but then he lifted his face and looked at me."

“I'm so proud of you, Tajeddigt!" her Father cried.

“I was gifted a scimitar to go along with the bow and I've been a warrior ever since," she splashed as her paw went back underwater, “my new husband is very understanding about any new paramours I take. I don't expect him to be jealous of you."

“He's up!" Laurent suddenly exclaimed.

We all jumped out of our tubs, dripping wet with musky water as we surrounded the bed. Ekrem's eyes were slowly stirring until they very suddenly flashed open, his pupils becoming tiny dots as he shook his muzzle in fear.

“Canis! You're going going to rape me, are you!?" he cried out.

It was a natural fear I suppose, being drugged and tied up to a bed, then waking up and seeing four naked chimera surrounding you, at least one of which had an erection (Thanks to Taj teasing me earlier!). Laurent was shrugging his shoulders, as if he was deliberating what to do, but his scent still tasted of anxiety.

“No!" I laughed, patting the wolf on the shoulder. Ekrem flinched violently. “We're giving you a job, in fact!"

“Wait, Giustin!?" he stared at me with fear. “What's going on!? Oh no, oh no..."

Ekrem thrashed as violently as he could, but only really succeeded in rolling back and forth on the bed rather comically, thanks to the ropes tied around him, “Please! I'm the son of a Duke! I-I-I love foxes, never hurt one in my life! P-p-please don't kidnap me and send me to a brothel! I love foxes! P-p-peace between the brothers of Canis, please!"

His scene was almost choking me, it reeked so bad of rotten eggs. He was truly fearful that I was going to send the son of a Duke to some brothel on the other end of the vulpine world so that he could pleasure his betters. It was like something out of some cheap erotic story, written and sold directly to bored nobles.

Still, his reaction was different from what I would expect from Galip. Galip would likely have read one of those stories and reacted fearfully at the audacity of a fox kidnapping a noble to serve as a prostitute, but he would be rubbing his legs together the whole time. Ekrem seemed like he would read said story from beginning to end in panicked shock.

It certainly put his rambling on canine brotherhood in a new light. A public advocate for peace, but in private, fearful of what the vulpine menace would do to him and his family. We were all rapists and murderers, the whole lot of us, and he would treat us in kind. No wonder Laurent was in such a fright after spending a night with such a publicly peaceful wolf.

But to hell with it! If that was what he was afraid of, I would stoke those fears like a blazing fire.

“My name is General Marco of the Grand Mercantile Republic-"

“CANIS, NO!" he shrieked, writhing in his binds. “They said you were locked up! T-t-this breaks the treaty! I should have known it was you!"

It was a little bit of an ego boost, learning that my imprisonment was a term that Philippe had offered the wolves in exchange for the treaty, but I couldn't break the mood of the moment and smile. I cracked my fist across his muzzle, “Shut up! If you don't want to spend the rest of your short life tied up and chain-fucked by foxes in a colonial brothel, you'll listen and listen well!"

“I-I'll do anything! P-please, you can do anything to me, just not that!"

“I'm leading a band of fennecs and we're going to take Sfox from right under the nose of Philippe," I patted the wolf on the head condescendingly, “we need an engineer like you to help with the siege."

Ekrem tilted his head in confusion, “That's all?"

I was a little confused as well, “Yes, that's all."

“O-okay."

My ear flicked. That was a little too easy, despite the wolf turning into a sobbing wreck. I couldn't help but ask questions, “You would be helping someone the Alphate wanted locked away for the rest of his life. That would make you a traitor."

“What are you talking about?" Ekrem's panic seemed to vanish in an instant. “I'd be helping a fox traitor weaken the Republic and possibly create a civil war! Best of all, when it's all over, I'd be exonerated for my role because I'm a prisoner who had no choice but to obey! Marco, and I'm sorry but you're not a General anymore, at worst I'd be an unwilling accomplice and at best, I'd be an Alphate hero!"

“…Really don't like this guy..." Laurent muttered into my ear.

“By Canis! I think once we're done, you'll have weakened the Republic so badly that all foxes would gladly accept Alphate protection! Duchy of Vulpezzia, that has a nice ring to it, doesn't it? A wolf atop the throne, of course!"

I wanted to give the wolf a quick taste of my fist, but despite him being obnoxious as hell, I had him in a position where he would be the most use to me. He was arrogant enough to think that helping me would mutually benefit the Alphate and in the end, what this meant was that he was going to willingly help us.

Patience, Marco, I thought to myself. The time would come when Ekrem would serve no use to me and I would show him why he feared foxes. Until then, I would let him believe he was coming out on top.

“It seems we've come to an agreement!" I smiled and patted him on the head once more. “We'll have to head out and reunite with the fennecs, I trust you'll have a good plan by then?"

“Already working on one!" the wolf opened his mouth in a smile, his tongue lolling out happily. “You'll love it!"