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Tag suggestions are always welcome.", "writing": "Game of Canines\nBy Evolva Dos Nox\n\n\tRenard groaned and stretched. It had been weeks since he had been given his “armor”, the metal shell that he could move around in but couldn't seem to remove; the witch's magic seemed to eliminate all his more serious bodily needs, but it didn't do anything for the itch he had had on his nose for the past three days. He knew that she was around somewhere, watching as he trained and practiced, though he wasn't sure why; the armor seemed to drive him, compel him to train against the various tiny obstacles. All he knew for certain was that he was being prepared for something. \n\tAria smiled. She had been enjoying the spectacle of the micro-fox training against dust bunnies and bugs, but it was just about time, and she had put a lot of effort into preparing her game piece. As Ren trained, compelled to do so by the enchantment of the armor she had given him, she reached out with a whisper of her will and dragged him down to sleep. The small fox clanked and banged as he simply dropped like a sack of potatoes to the ground. Her fingers reached out, scooping him up and holding him to the feathered ruff of her breasts.\n\tRen awoke to a strange sensation, air rushing through the cracks in his armor, stirring his fur for the first time in weeks. His eyes blinked open as he looked around with a yelp of surprise and fear, finding himself clutched tightly in talons as long as his legs. The ground rushed by below him as the witch, who had been his captor for so long that he was not even sure what month it was, beat her wings.\n\n\tOver forest and hill and spans of water they flew. Ren counted the sunrise and sunset multiple times, but they seemed to have no rhyme or reason. Sometimes they were mere moments apart; other times, not until after what seemed hours after the sun and moon should have switched position. Still, the suit seemed to keep his bodily needs arrested, and at least the stirring of his fur had quelled that itch.\n\tAria’s magic rent time and sped the passing of space. It might have been days, and the time that passed might have felt like years, but the distance she covered was great and she felt no true exertion from it. Still, she sped to her destination with a great sense of urgency. The final move in her gambit was upon her, and with the ace she clutched in her talons, she was sure that she would succeed in her game.\n\tIn her non-morphic form, a brown barn owl, she easily glided through the air and aligned herself on the window of a looming tower growing out of a thicket of briar and ivy, its stone face glistening with silver and blue runes.\n\n\tThe room she landed in was as Spartan as she remembered it, and reclining on a dais was her opponent. The bat sorceress waited, looking like she had not moved an inch since their last meeting. Membranous wings along her arms were tattooed with glowing runes, her large dark eyes taking in everything and giving back nothing. She wore a gauzy toga, through which one could easily see her plump figure.\n\tRen grunted at the shock of his landing on the stone floor, his armor sending up a few sparks as he skidded and was dragged along it by momentum. It lasted only a moment, but by the time he started to orient himself and look to the other figure in the room, his gaze was blinded again. A flurry of feathers and misty energy surrounded him as the feral-looking barn owl that had grasped him returned to the form he had come to recognize as his tormentor.\nShaking his head and stumbling to his feet, the fox was half deafened by the booming voice of his captor as she lifted him and spoke to the bat that lounged across the room. “Merali, I am back to finish our little game. I appreciate you waiting while I found my missing piece.”\nThe bat across the way responded only with a slight incline of her head and a gesture towards what looked to be a large wooden box with an open top. Her voice was velvety and slow as she responded, “Aria, you challenged me for a bit of my power, and I agreed because it interested me, but all of your pawns have fallen before my champion. This is your last; make your play so that we may end this.”\n\tAria trilled a little in annoyance and strode to the box. She was sure her plan would work, she reminded herself, holding the squirming and yelping fox over the bottomless-seeming dark opening. Runes of silver and blue began to glow around its edge and wispy energy reached up and tugged at her diminutive pawn.\nShe held him a moment and swallowed, a flicker of doubt crossed her face before she released the fox, letting him fall into that deep inky blackness of the game field. It took a moment after the fox dropped out of sight before the air above the box began to shimmer and shine and a window in the world opened up, showing a different place for the witch and the sorceress to view.\nRen yelped as he was hoisted and screamed as he was dropped; inside the metal suit that bound him, it was a loud, jarring sound. It left his ears ringing and his head hurting as he landed, the impact shaking his legs and shoulders, setting them to aching, and the loud clanking of the metal did little for his budding headache. He pushed himself up onto his hands and knees, then just up onto his knees, looking around, taking in his surroundings.\nThe box he was dropped into must have taken him someplace else; the ground beneath him was soft and mossy like you would find in some forests, though there were only a few trees off in the distance, with none above him. He could hear water running somewhere as well, probably a stream. Clamoring to his feet he wished once more, he had lost how many times he had wished, that he was not in the witch's metal suit – beyond everything else, it made it very hard to hear what was going on.\nRen huffed, pushing himself to his feet after taking a few more moments to catch his breath and get his bearings. He had heard snippets of what the two women were saying before he had been dropped; he knew he wasn't alone in here. Watching for danger, he started towards the sound of the running water, careful not to fall and make any more noise. There were a few bushes that he skirted carefully around, not wanting to invite an ambush of any sort. His metal armor weighed him down, and normally he would have made good time to the river but the soft mossy earth and the heavy armor made for slow going. He was sure that, if attacked, he would be at a bad disadvantage.\n\tThe river was just down a slight hill, its slope not even that steep. Ren went down the hill carefully, and would have reached the bank of the river just fine, save that his attention was focused ahead of him and not behind; the impact took his breath away and sent the fox tumbling once more, something he was fretful was becoming a habit for him. He rolled as he fell, hands reaching out and digging into the ground, slowing him and bringing himself to a stop just shy of the river’s rushing water; he definitely did not want to end up in there while wearing a heavy suit of armor.\nRen swung his gaze around to see the bat’s champion, to see exactly what had attacked him. It was a large dog of some sort, almost hulking, his fur a light grey with patches of different colors. It went nude, the beast's large member swinging about as it stalked forward, claws rending little tuffs out of the ground. As he went, the dog shifted from walking on all fours to hind legs and back as it stalked carefully down the slope and to the side of the river.\n\tRen sighed, knowing instantly that he was at a disadvantage. To one side, the river was a bad idea; the metal of his suit would drag him down. The slope to the other side was just as bad, because even though it was not too steep it would take him a bit to struggle up it, exposing his back to the dog. Running away had the same issues because of the soft ground and, again, showing his back to clearly a larger faster opponent. The only path was forward; his opponent was aggressive, which meant that he would likely charge. Ren dragged a foot back and pressed it down, trying to dig it in and hope that between the armor and the soft earth enough of the impact would be absorbed that he could turn the dog aside, maybe even into the river.\n\tThe dog rushed, just like Ren expected. Unfortunately, unlike how Ren had hoped, the metal armor and the soft earth was not enough to absorb the charge. The impact with the naked dog bowled him over in a scrambling mess of bare limbs, gripping and pushing at his armor. The dog tossed the fox about roughly, leaving him sprawled on the ground, and just as Ren started to get up again the dog pounced, giving him no time to recover.\n\tSharp nails screeching loudly as the dug across metal plates, Ren was pinned down by the heavy weight on his back, sinking a bit into the mossy ground. He wiggled back and forth, pushing and arching, trying to throw the dog off. Suddenly, the soft pinging sound of metal straining caught his attention, just seconds before part of the metal on his shoulders was ripped off with a screech. \n\tRen was stunned for a moment, for all the times he had tried to remove the armor it would not budge even slightly. He reveled in the sensation of the cool riverside air on his-now free shoulder. His mind raced with hope of escaping from the nearly skin tight prison, only to be brought firmly back to reality as the dog on his back ripped another chunk of the metal away. Scrambling to try and get out from under the dog did him no good, but earned him a few claws swiping across his freshly exposed shoulders and upper back. One paw pushed firmly down on the back of his head, and hearing those nails scratch the metal armor Ren was relieved that his headpiece was still in place.\n\tRen could feel the dog’s hot breath wash over him as more and more of his armor was ripped away, his body arching and stretching as it was slowly released from its metallic prison, but too much wiggling made the dog thought he was trying to escape and so earned him a few more swipes of those claws. The fox’s tail was freed next, the metal covering and weighing it down was stripped away, his tail flicking about wildly. It was only a moment later when Ren felt the first prods of the dog’s engorged member that he realized what the dog’s real goal was.\n\tRen’s struggles under the dog renewed with an intense fervor, kicking out with his still metal-clad legs with little to no effect, the dog’s length pressed hard up under his tail, probing about til it found the entrance it was seeking. Ren’s fighting earned him more and more swipes, but they didn’t quell the fox’s struggles. What did, though, was a second hand planted hard on the foxes back, forcing him to arch downward and press his chest to the soft mossy earth below him. Ren’s struggles did him no good as the dogs tip thrust into him firmly, taking him the same way the witch's little metal rod had some time ago. His teeth gritted and fingers dug into the ground below him, the large hard length moved forward bit by bit, propelled by the dog’s forceful thrusting.\n\tWith the dog holding him in such a position, he had no leverage; with his aggressor being so much larger than him Ren could do nothing to fight back, simply forced to take it as the dog sank deeper and deeper into him. Ren could feel his insides straining and protesting, stomach bulging slightly from the sudden added mass to his slim frame, and he could not help himself as the pressure on certain spots inside him drew his slim member from his pouch, leaving it bouncing and dangling below him, glistening droplets of precum falling from his pointed tip. Ren moaned at the thickness filling him, and shuddered, feeling the fist sized knot strain against his body, his own knot swelling from the sensations washing over him that he could not stop.\nRen ground his teeth; the dog’s hips pressed firmly to his rump, grinding and rolling in a slow circle, trying to force that massive knot into the fox’s body. The dog pushed and strained and growled, his length throbbing hard, swelling firmly yet he couldn't seem to reach any deeper. He shoved harder and harder, pinning the fullness of Ren’s body to the ground. The dog snarled threateningly, thinking the fox was somehow keeping him out before he noticed something strange, a creeping coldness slowly rolling up his shaft, cutting him off from the warm sensations of Ren’s insides.\n\tThe dog yelped in surprise as he pulled back and away from the fox, ripping himself away and leaving Ren’s opening gaping and aching from the intrusion. The dog’s member hung freely, but it was changing; a small silvery metal rod protruded from the opening in his tip, and slowly, the metal from the rod spread up the dog’s shaft. He panicked, scratching at the metal with no effect, shivering as it slid up his shaft and encased his knot before flowing down to his base, encasing the dog’s sex in a shining metal shell. Ren, freed of the weight on his back rolled onto his side, watching with wide eyes as he saw the process that happened to him happen to the dog. \n\tThe metal wave curved and followed the dog’s legs down and then started tracing up his back and sides and around his chest. Ren watched and, for a moment, thought that it was the same process that had happened to him. Then, he realized that unlike him, the dog's joins were solid; his legs couldn’t move, his shaft seemed to be stuck jutting out like that. The beast howled and thrashed, clawing at and trying to get his nails under the metal as it crept along his body until he could no longer even move his arms, and finally, with yelps and screams, the metal washed up over his head and face, engulfing it in a shiny metallic shell. \n\tRen lay on his side, staring in shock for a moment, unsure what had just happened, not even sure what had saved him. Before he could even recover enough to actually sit up, though, the world around him and the encased dog started to waver and fade, his vision having trouble focusing for a few moments. When the effect passed, he was once more in the bat’s tower, the owl witch smirking at the fuming bat, holding a small crystal object in one hand that seemed to cast light from within itself.\n\tAria gloated, full of pride and self-satisfaction at her cunning. By the terms of their agreement, Merali had picked the battlefield beforehand, choosing one to favor her bestial canine champion. Aria had known that soft ground would make it hard to move in heavy armor, that it would be more a hindrance than a help, that it would get her pawn pinned and, lustful as Merali's toys tended to be, that the dog would violate him, and so it had been perfect to disguise her trap. She hid a part of the rod that she had used to make his armor in Ren, and when Merali’s dog had forced himself upon the helpless fox, the rod had ensnared him in much less useful armor.\n\tShe reached out and wrapped her fingers around Ren’s shoulder, dragging him to his feet. It was only then that the fox realized that he was no longer the size of a dust bunny; he was not back to his full-size, barely larger than a child next to the witch, but still larger than he had been before.\n\tMerali grumped at the barn owl and made a dismissive gesture. “We're done, you have your prize. That little trick will not work the next time you think to challenge me; you better come up with a better way to win power.” Aria just smiled, feathers and energy wrapping around her and Ren, before in a flurry of wings and wind she launched herself out the window and on to her next conquest.\n", "writing_bbcode_parsed": "Game of Canines
By Evolva Dos Nox

\tRenard groaned and stretched. It had been weeks since he had been given his “armor”, the metal shell that he could move around in but couldn't seem to remove; the witch's magic seemed to eliminate all his more serious bodily needs, but it didn't do anything for the itch he had had on his nose for the past three days. He knew that she was around somewhere, watching as he trained and practiced, though he wasn't sure why; the armor seemed to drive him, compel him to train against the various tiny obstacles. All he knew for certain was that he was being prepared for something.
\tAria smiled. She had been enjoying the spectacle of the micro-fox training against dust bunnies and bugs, but it was just about time, and she had put a lot of effort into preparing her game piece. As Ren trained, compelled to do so by the enchantment of the armor she had given him, she reached out with a whisper of her will and dragged him down to sleep. The small fox clanked and banged as he simply dropped like a sack of potatoes to the ground. Her fingers reached out, scooping him up and holding him to the feathered ruff of her breasts.
\tRen awoke to a strange sensation, air rushing through the cracks in his armor, stirring his fur for the first time in weeks. His eyes blinked open as he looked around with a yelp of surprise and fear, finding himself clutched tightly in talons as long as his legs. The ground rushed by below him as the witch, who had been his captor for so long that he was not even sure what month it was, beat her wings.

\tOver forest and hill and spans of water they flew. Ren counted the sunrise and sunset multiple times, but they seemed to have no rhyme or reason. Sometimes they were mere moments apart; other times, not until after what seemed hours after the sun and moon should have switched position. Still, the suit seemed to keep his bodily needs arrested, and at least the stirring of his fur had quelled that itch.
\tAria’s magic rent time and sped the passing of space. It might have been days, and the time that passed might have felt like years, but the distance she covered was great and she felt no true exertion from it. Still, she sped to her destination with a great sense of urgency. The final move in her gambit was upon her, and with the ace she clutched in her talons, she was sure that she would succeed in her game.
\tIn her non-morphic form, a brown barn owl, she easily glided through the air and aligned herself on the window of a looming tower growing out of a thicket of briar and ivy, its stone face glistening with silver and blue runes.

\tThe room she landed in was as Spartan as she remembered it, and reclining on a dais was her opponent. The bat sorceress waited, looking like she had not moved an inch since their last meeting. Membranous wings along her arms were tattooed with glowing runes, her large dark eyes taking in everything and giving back nothing. She wore a gauzy toga, through which one could easily see her plump figure.
\tRen grunted at the shock of his landing on the stone floor, his armor sending up a few sparks as he skidded and was dragged along it by momentum. It lasted only a moment, but by the time he started to orient himself and look to the other figure in the room, his gaze was blinded again. A flurry of feathers and misty energy surrounded him as the feral-looking barn owl that had grasped him returned to the form he had come to recognize as his tormentor.
Shaking his head and stumbling to his feet, the fox was half deafened by the booming voice of his captor as she lifted him and spoke to the bat that lounged across the room. “Merali, I am back to finish our little game. I appreciate you waiting while I found my missing piece.”
The bat across the way responded only with a slight incline of her head and a gesture towards what looked to be a large wooden box with an open top. Her voice was velvety and slow as she responded, “Aria, you challenged me for a bit of my power, and I agreed because it interested me, but all of your pawns have fallen before my champion. This is your last; make your play so that we may end this.”
\tAria trilled a little  in annoyance and strode to the box. She was sure her plan would work, she reminded herself, holding the squirming and yelping fox over the bottomless-seeming dark opening. Runes of silver and blue began to glow around its edge and wispy energy reached up and tugged at her diminutive pawn.
She held him a moment and swallowed, a flicker of doubt crossed her face before she released the fox, letting him fall into that deep inky blackness of the game field. It took a moment after the fox dropped out of sight before the air above the box began to shimmer and shine and a window in the world opened up, showing a different place for the witch and the sorceress to view.
Ren yelped as he was hoisted and screamed as he was dropped; inside the metal suit that bound him, it was a loud, jarring sound. It left his ears ringing and his head hurting as he landed, the impact shaking his legs and shoulders, setting them to aching, and the loud clanking of the metal did little for his budding headache. He pushed himself up onto his hands and knees, then just up onto his knees, looking around, taking in his surroundings.
The box he was dropped into must have taken him someplace else; the ground beneath him was soft and mossy like you would find in some forests, though there were only a few trees off in the distance, with none above him. He could hear water running somewhere as well, probably a stream. Clamoring to his feet he wished once more, he had lost how many times he had wished, that he was not in the witch's metal suit – beyond everything else, it made it very hard to hear what was going on.
Ren huffed, pushing himself to his feet after taking a few more moments to catch his breath and get his bearings. He had heard snippets of what the two women were saying before he had been dropped; he knew he wasn't alone in here. Watching for danger, he started towards the sound of the running water, careful not to fall and make any more noise. There were a few bushes that he skirted carefully around, not wanting to invite an ambush of any sort. His metal armor weighed him down, and normally he would have made good time to the river but the soft mossy earth and the heavy armor made for slow going. He was sure that, if attacked, he would be at a bad disadvantage.
\tThe river was just down a slight hill, its slope not even that steep. Ren went down the hill carefully, and would have reached the bank of the river just fine, save that his attention was focused ahead of him and not behind; the impact took his breath away and sent the fox tumbling once more, something he was fretful was becoming a habit for him. He rolled as he fell, hands reaching out and digging into the ground, slowing him and bringing himself to a stop just shy of the river’s rushing water; he definitely did not want to end up in there while wearing a heavy suit of armor.
Ren swung his gaze around to see the bat’s champion, to see exactly what had attacked him. It was a large dog of some sort, almost hulking, his fur a light grey with patches of different colors. It went nude, the beast's large member swinging about as it stalked forward, claws rending little tuffs out of the ground. As he went, the dog shifted from walking on all fours to hind legs and back as it stalked carefully down the slope and to the side of the river.
\tRen sighed, knowing instantly that he was at a disadvantage. To one side, the river was a bad idea; the metal of his suit would drag him down. The slope to the other side was just as bad, because even though it was not too steep it would take him a bit to struggle up it, exposing his back to the dog. Running away had the same issues because of the soft ground and, again, showing his back to clearly a larger faster opponent. The only path was forward; his opponent was aggressive, which meant that he would likely charge. Ren dragged a foot back and pressed it down, trying to dig it in and hope that between the armor and the soft earth enough of the impact would be absorbed that he could turn the dog aside, maybe even into the river.
\tThe dog rushed, just like Ren expected. Unfortunately, unlike how Ren had hoped, the metal armor and the soft earth was not enough to absorb the charge. The impact with the naked dog bowled him over in a scrambling mess of bare limbs, gripping and pushing at his armor. The dog tossed the fox about roughly, leaving him sprawled on the ground, and just as Ren started to get up again the dog pounced, giving him no time to recover.
\tSharp nails screeching loudly as the dug across metal plates, Ren was pinned down by the heavy weight on his back, sinking a bit into the mossy ground. He wiggled back and forth, pushing and arching, trying to throw the dog off. Suddenly, the soft pinging sound of metal straining caught his attention, just seconds before part of the metal on his shoulders was ripped off with a screech.
\tRen was stunned for a moment, for all the times he had tried to remove the armor it would not budge even slightly. He reveled in the sensation of the cool riverside air on his-now free shoulder. His mind raced with hope of escaping from the nearly skin tight prison, only to be brought firmly back to reality as the dog on his back ripped another chunk of the metal away. Scrambling to try and get out from under the dog did him no good, but earned him a few claws swiping across his freshly exposed shoulders and upper back. One paw pushed firmly down on the back of his head, and hearing those nails scratch the metal armor Ren was relieved that his headpiece was still in place.
\tRen could feel the dog’s hot breath wash over him as more and more of his armor was ripped away, his body arching and stretching as it was slowly released from its metallic prison, but too much wiggling made the dog thought he was trying to escape and so earned him a few more swipes of those claws. The fox’s tail was freed next, the metal covering and weighing it down was stripped away, his tail flicking about wildly. It was only a moment later when Ren felt the first prods of the dog’s engorged member that he realized what the dog’s real goal was.
\tRen’s struggles under the dog renewed with an intense fervor, kicking out with his still metal-clad legs with little to no effect, the dog’s length pressed hard up under his tail, probing about til it found the entrance it was seeking. Ren’s fighting earned him more and more swipes, but they didn’t quell the fox’s struggles. What did, though, was a second hand planted hard on the foxes back, forcing him to arch downward and press his chest to the soft mossy earth below him. Ren’s struggles did him no good as the dogs tip thrust into him firmly, taking him the same way the witch's little metal rod had some time ago. His teeth gritted and fingers dug into the ground below him, the large hard length moved forward bit by bit, propelled by the dog’s forceful thrusting.
\tWith the dog holding him in such a position, he had no leverage; with his aggressor being so much larger than him Ren could do nothing to fight back, simply forced to take it as the dog sank deeper and deeper into him. Ren could feel his insides straining and protesting, stomach bulging slightly from the sudden added mass to his slim frame, and he could not help himself as the pressure on certain spots inside him drew his slim member from his pouch, leaving it bouncing and dangling below him, glistening droplets of precum falling from his pointed tip. Ren moaned at the thickness filling him, and shuddered, feeling the fist sized knot strain against his body, his own knot swelling from the sensations washing over him that he could not stop.
Ren ground his teeth; the dog’s hips pressed firmly to his rump, grinding and rolling in a slow circle, trying to force that massive knot into the fox’s body. The dog pushed and strained and growled, his length throbbing hard, swelling firmly yet he couldn't seem to reach any deeper. He shoved harder and harder, pinning the fullness of Ren’s body to the ground. The dog snarled threateningly, thinking the fox was somehow keeping him out before he noticed something strange, a creeping coldness slowly rolling up his shaft, cutting him off from the warm sensations of Ren’s insides.
\tThe dog yelped in surprise as he pulled back and away from the fox, ripping himself away and leaving Ren’s opening gaping and aching from the intrusion. The dog’s member hung freely, but it was changing; a small silvery metal rod protruded from the opening in his tip, and slowly, the metal from the rod spread up the dog’s shaft. He panicked, scratching at the metal with no effect, shivering as it slid up his shaft and encased his knot before flowing down to his base, encasing the dog’s sex in a shining metal shell. Ren, freed of the weight on his back rolled onto his side, watching with wide eyes as he saw the process that happened to him happen to the dog.
\tThe metal wave curved and followed the dog’s legs down and then started tracing up his back and sides and around his chest. Ren watched and, for a moment, thought that it was the same process that had happened to him. Then, he realized that unlike him, the dog's joins were solid; his legs couldn’t move, his shaft seemed to be stuck jutting out like that. The beast howled and thrashed, clawing at and trying to get his nails under the metal as it crept along his body until he could no longer even move his arms, and finally, with yelps and screams, the metal washed up over his head and face, engulfing it in a shiny metallic shell.
\tRen lay on his side, staring in shock for a moment, unsure what had just happened, not even sure what had saved him. Before he could even recover enough to actually sit up, though, the world around him and the encased dog started to waver and fade, his vision having trouble focusing for a few moments. When the effect passed, he was once more in the bat’s tower, the owl witch smirking at the fuming bat, holding a small crystal object in one hand that seemed to cast light from within itself.
\tAria gloated, full of pride and self-satisfaction at her cunning. By the terms of their agreement, Merali had picked the battlefield beforehand, choosing one to favor her bestial canine champion. Aria had known that soft ground would make it hard to move in heavy armor, that it would be more a hindrance than a help, that it would get her pawn pinned and, lustful as Merali's toys tended to be, that the dog would violate him, and so it had been perfect to disguise her trap. She hid a part of the rod that she had used to make his armor in Ren, and when Merali’s dog had forced himself upon the helpless fox, the rod had ensnared him in much less useful armor.
\tShe reached out and wrapped her fingers around Ren’s shoulder, dragging him to his feet. It was only then that the fox realized that he was no longer the size of a dust bunny; he was not back to his full-size, barely larger than a child next to the witch, but still larger than he had been before.
\tMerali grumped at the barn owl and made a dismissive gesture. “We're done, you have your prize. That little trick will not work the next time you think to challenge me; you better come up with a better way to win power.” Aria just smiled, feathers and energy wrapping around her and Ren, before in a flurry of wings and wind she launched herself out the window and on to her next conquest.
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