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Obsidian Forest
I grunted softly as I felt so close to climaxing. The vixen growled and bit at the leaves savagely, crying out, making a hell of a lot of noise, but surely in this forest, no one would hear her. She whimpered softly, crying out, as I pumped hard and fast. I gritted my teeth, holding off on my orgasm. I wanted to feel completely avenged for my suffering! I might never get my memory back, and I was sure that this little vixen slut was the one who made me like this. She had only come to finish me off! So I thrust into her relentlessly, despite her cries, wanting her to know the kind of pain she put me through. I wanted irony! I wanted her to wish she could forget everything, the way I had! Finally, I just could not hold back anymore. I pulled out, and begin rapidly stroking my cock. “Here! This is for messing with the wrong canine, bitch!” I cried, then grunting loudly, I sent arcs of white fluid over her ass and back, splattering her fur, making her growl and whimper loudly, but she eventually stopped, just breathing hard, as I groaned, stroking off in satisfaction, sending the last pearly drops of my thick spooge over her thick, fluffy tail. I sat back, looking at her ass, doused in cream like that. What she deserved, I thought. Then I looked at her face. she was smiling. Almost.. cruelly, she was smiling. “What are you smiling at, bitch?” I growled softly. “I believe she is smiling at me.” came a thickly accented voice from behind me. I fell backwards, looking up. Another vixen, with dark black fur stood there, holding a very long, slender blade. She looked a bit different. Silver hair, silver eyes.. and a white robe.. she looked older.. wiser.. “Shit.” I said softly. I tried to get up and run, but she simply touched me.. somewhere in the back.. and I was in intense pain, and could not move! I stood there, frozen, crying with pain, but my lungs could barely support me breathing, so I made not a sound. I watched as the dark vixen untied her friend, and they both got up. The silver-haired vixen consoled her friend, chattering with her in that strange language they shared, before she used that whip to lash me tight to a tree. But they didn’t give it. They eventually carried me off, to their village. It would seem that this village, controlled largely by these lovely vixens, has need of at least one male for breeding, and one male to vent their anger on when they are not able to use the one male for breeding. You can guess what unhappy fate belonged to me. Why did fate have to grant me such a long life?
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