While both of them enjoyed their well-earned embrace, Apollo soon let go, far too quickly for Hunter’s liking. The fox realized it though and lowered his arms as well, not wanting to be too clingy. “When we get out of here…I think we have a lot of time to make up for,” the bird said with a smile.

“That we do,” Hunter affirmed. “Before that though…unfortunately I think we have to keep playing,” he said, turning his attention toward the door where some of the group had gone.

“Yeah…but think about it. We’ll have a nice, warm bed soon, and we can spend the night together,” Apollo answered.

“If we both make it,” Hunter rebutted.

“Hey. None of that. We’ll make it. For each other,” Apollo said, putting a wing back on Hunter’s shoulder.

“I hope so,” Hunter replied, offering a small smile of his own. 

With that, the pair headed off toward the next room, side by side, as they prepared to take on their next challenge. Most of the other furs had headed through already, and the guards had started trying to usher the last few into the area. Hunter and Apollo stood there for a bit, along with the rest of the group, wondering what was in store for them. 

It was an extremely odd place that they found themselves in. It was similar in appearance to the rest of the building – large, grey stones building up the walls, with rudimentary doors or gates blocking the ways forward – but the shape was the most interesting here. The room was simply an extremely long hallway, with one entrance and a huge number of exit gates on the opposite side. There was more than enough room for them to move around, but it seemed like they were going to have to make a choice at some point based on the doors, or otherwise face what came out of them.

“That was, uh, that was something, wasn’t it?” A voice said, causing Hunter and Apollo to turn around. There stood Toby, the arctic fox from their first game, who’d helped them take down one of the stalkers. 

“Yeah…” Apollo replied.

“You two, uh, wow. Got a lot going on between you,” Toby replied, looking between the taller males.

“You’re not exactly innocent yourself,” Apollo replied. Hunter was clueless, not having listened to many of the other interviews, and had no idea what the bird was referring to.

“Never said I was. I might be smaller, but I’m not helpless,” Toby replied. “I stood up for myself against you two back in the dungeon.”

“That you did,” Apollo agreed. “Any idea what’s coming up next?”

“Nope. Not a clue. Bunch of gates though. Maybe some kind of weird fetishy thing for each of us, depending on what we pick?” He offered.

“Could be. I had the idea of some kind of team-based game, where we have to defend against assailants from each of the gates in turn, trying to kidnap us. Then I realized that was dumb, no one has any incentive to help anyone else in that case, they just want to win. So…I guess what you said? Probably based on the information we just gave in those interviews…”

“Oh fuck, I hope not,” Toby replied, suddenly looking horrified. “There better not be any of that back there.”

“With everything that’s happened so far, I wouldn’t put it past them,” the bird answered. 

“Bunch of evil fuckers,” Toby said with a nod.

“Attention!” A voice interrupted their conversation, and sure enough, the bull was near the end of the hallway, looking out over the crowd. This time, he was holding two stacks of what seemed to be laminated cards – one blue, one yellow. “This next game will be quick – twenty minutes from now, some of you will be eating as much as you can stuff your face with, and others will be fast asleep in a nice, warm bed. Be warned though – that doesn’t mean this is easy. We fully expect only about a quarter of you to make it through.”

Hunter gulped, and he, Apollo, and Toby shared some nervous looks with each other. 

“The instructions are light as well. I have two stacks of cards here. I will set these down, leave the room, and you all have five minutes to have one of each color card in your possession. You may not hold more than one of either color, and you cannot prevent others from obtaining a card during the five minutes. Other than that, have fun!” The bull replied and started to leave the room. A couple guards stayed behind, just to make sure things didn’t get too rowdy, but after that, they were off.

The crowd instantly rushed to the front, desperate to get their paws on one just to see what kind of twisted game they were in for. After a good amount of pushing and shoving, Apollo managed to squeeze through, grabbing a few of each color and quickly untangling himself from the group.

“Hunter! Toby!” he shouted, and the two foxes quickly made their way over to him, happy they didn’t have to fight their way through on their own. Apollo handed each of them a card, tossed the extras to a random spot in the room and started looking through what they had.

“It’s a number and a species,” Hunter said simply, just noting what was on his card and looking between the others. The number twenty-seven stared him in the face, combined with a picture of a fully nude, erect horse. “Twenty-seven, and a horse,” he listed.

“Fifteen and lion,” Apollo replied.

“Six and otter,” Toby said.

“What do you think it means?” Apollo asked.

“Well…first thought is we’re going to have this many,” Hunter said, holding up his number, “of these species,” he continued, holding up the other card, “waiting for us behind the gate. What we do with them at that point…well, they’re hard in these pictures for a reason…”

“Fuck. So, it’s a gangbang? Just whoever taps out loses?” Toby asked.

“I…guess so,” Hunter replied. “I don’t know what else it could be.”

“What if it’s just a distraction?” Apollo offered. “What if we’re building a team for whatever the next game is, and we get this many of that species as a teammate, like some kind of domination thing? Your teammates can help you fuck anyone you’re put up against or something.”

“Ugh. That’s like the fucking polar opposite of what I said, but it still makes sense…” Hunter lamented. “What do we do then? Do we think high or low?”

“Maybe hedge our bets? Lower middle, so if it’s a gangbang, we don’t have to deal with that many, or if it’s a team building thing, we still have some on our side?” Toby offered.

“It’s still risky. The bull said a quarter of us will make it through, which makes me think it’s explicitly a thing where four of us compete and one comes out the victor. I’m not sure about the numbers either,” Hunter said. “I know the island’s big, but they’d have to have…thirty-nine of every single species on these cards back there to be able to give us that many of each, and that could be over a thousand furs just waiting, if none of them repeat. I don’t think that’s the case…”

“Then what is it? A timer? That many minutes to do something?” Apollo offered.

“Maybe…” Hunter started. “He did say ‘some of us’ after twenty minutes, which could mean some are still going…”

“Three minutes left,” a voice announced, coming from the ceiling.

“Fuck, we need to make a decision. High, low?” Toby asked.

“Well, the number’s in no way how many of each species there’ll be, so…I guess high, in case it’s time related? Then species…I have no idea. I guess smaller, since it’ll be sexual in some way, so we don’t get ripped open…” Hunter said.

“Alright, fine, let’s go. Higher numbers, smaller guys,” Apollo repeated, and the trio broke apart, moving throughout the rest of the room to see what they could get their paws on.

Hunter tuned his ears in, trying to listen to other conversations around him as he moved, just in case he picked up any other likely scenario. One voice stood out above all the others, and he felt himself scowling as he heard it.

“Yeah, yeah, it’s basically the first game again, but this time, you pick your teammates. No hiding, no running, just fuck the other guy,” the lizard said, energetically talking to a couple other furs. He sounded extremely sure of himself, confident he was correct in what the cards meant.

“So why do you want my lizard for your elephant then?” A bunny he was talking to asked.

“Distraction. I think whoever I’m against won’t remember which one is the actual player, and I can get them that way,” the lizard explained.

“I…suppose that makes sense. Fine,” the rabbit answered, handing his card over and accepting the lizard’s in return.

If anything, the whole interaction made Hunter confident that was not the game they were playing. The lizard likely had his own ideas about what they were up against, and the fox was pretty sure they were similar to his: smaller male, easier to deal with fucking many at once.

Finding it difficult to see who had what in advance, Hunter soon grew frustrated and started announcing what he had, looking for a trade.

“Horse here! Anyone want a horse?” he called out. Instantly, an otter ran over, bounding up and down in front of Hunter. 

“Horse? I love horses!” he remarked. “I’ll take it, I don’t mind, I can fuck a few horses and make it through.”

“Hold on…what do you have?” Hunter asked.

“Deer,” the otter said, turning his card around.

“Alright, deal,” the fox replied. He quickly swapped cards and moved toward the outer edge of the room. Apollo and Toby were in their own heated negotiations with other furs, though that seemed to be the most civil thing going on. Orion and his band of wolves were storming through the group, demanding to see everyone’s cards. If they found one they liked, they simply took it, leaving their victim with whatever else they had at the time. 

“One minute left,” the voice replied, and Hunter looked down at his cards again. Twenty-seven, and deer. He could manage that. Twenty-seven minutes to get a deer off or something like that? That was easily doable. He could see it fitting the quarter remark as well, if the time was a limiting factor and made it hard for some to finish the job. 

“Sup slut,” a voice replied, and the fox’s head snapped back up. He knew that voice. Orion. 

“Hiding off on the side, I bet you’ve got two good cards. Whatcha got?” The wolf asked, and immediately, Hunter tried to run away. He made it less than a step before a large grey paw grabbed the back of his neck and held him in place, jerking him back and taking the cards away.

“You’re lucky I don’t have time to fuck you now…but don’t worry. If you make it through, I’ll have you howling all night,” Orion said with a sinister tone. “I’ll take deer myself, but any of you boys want twenty-seven?” He asked the group.

“Twenty-seven here,” one of his followers called out, and Orion swapped the cards for him.

“Thanks for your cooperation,” he said simply, letting go of Hunter and tossing the remaining two cards onto the ground. 

The fox slumped forward as he was let go, fuming at how little power he had compared to the wolves. Dejectedly, he reached over and took the cards, surveying what he’d been left with.

“Great…” he mumbled, seeing a rhinoceros on one card, and a number three on the other. If he was right…this was going to be anything but easy. 

“Time!” the voice shouted. Promptly, the door opened again, and the bull headed toward the front of the room. “Now, the sooner you all cooperate here, the sooner we can move on. I need whoever has number one to come down here with me, and everyone else, line up in order, in front of the exit gates. One gate per fur.”

Hunter sighed as he made the long, slow walk down toward the bull, nearly at the front of the line. He hoped beyond hope that the timer theory wasn’t accurate, or else he was screwed, and not in a good way. He looked around as he walked, seeing that Apollo and Toby had ended up with much better locations. The bird was somewhere around the middle of the line, while Toby was almost at the other end. Well, they’d certainly managed to get a nice spread, so at least one of them was likely to go through, no matter what it was. 

Once everyone was in place, the gates in front of them opened. “Walk inside, please,” the bull said simply, his voice echoing in the chamber as he ordered everyone toward their next task. Sighing, Hunter headed forward into the room, where a hyena guard was waiting for him. As he entered, the gates shut automatically behind him, sealing him inside the small, isolated, windowless area.

“Cards,” the hyena demanded, holding out his paw. Hunter offered them up, and without another word, the guard walked out the other side of the room and shut the door behind himself. A moment later, three rhinos walked in, fully naked, and stood facing Hunter. 

“Fuck…it actually was the number of you?” he said, incredulously. None of the larger males replied though, simply waiting for the time being.

Soon enough, the same gleeful, sadistic voice rang out through the speaker in the ceiling. “Well, now that we’re all settled,” the bull replied,” I’m sure you can all tell at least one thing – the species on your card is the species you all have in your room with you now. The number was simply a red herring – it told you which room to go into, nothing more, and all rooms are identical. You all have three of your species waiting, dicks out, for us to get started. While I’m sure all of you are preparing to be gang fucked, that’s not quite what we have in mind here.” 

“All three of the males in front of you need to piss. One of them badly needs to go, and once they get started, likely won’t be able to control it, and it’ll come on strong. One of them has a bit in the tank but doesn’t feel like they’re about to burst. The other hardly has to go at all, and you could probably hold everything they have to push out in a cup. Your task is simple – drink everything from all three of them. If you spill any – including by vomiting - or if any of them can’t hold it and piss on the floor before you get to them, you lose. You may not take the cocks into your throat in any way – you must take the piss into your mouth and swallow it yourself. You may start when ready.”

“Fucking hell, how twisted is this fucking place…” Hunter muttered. He’d never in his wildest dreams imagined this was the task, but it turned out his initial impulse was right – smaller was better. He didn’t have the most sensitive tongue in the world, but he knew how foul his own urine smelled, and he couldn’t imagine tasting it from someone else was anything less than stomach-churning. He couldn’t leave Apollo behind though, and the thought of being with the bird again was enough to prompt him to start.

“So…which of you needs to piss? Or can you tell me?” Hunter asked.

“We can, but we won’t,” the middle rhino answered. “Put your mouth on one of our dicks, we’ll piss, and you’ll find out then.”

“Ugh. Of course…” the fox said, rolling his eyes. He got down onto his knees and looked up, trying to judge based on any kind of facial expression how badly they had to go. Absolutely nothing registered though, and not able to come up with any other strategy to help him, he faced the cock on his left and lifted it up with his paws, wrapping his lips around the tip. 

Mentally, he prepared himself as much as he could. The vastly different smell made it difficult, but the fox tried everything to picture the male in front of him as Apollo, to pretend the bird had asked him to try something kinky, and he had agreed just to spend more time with his roommate and crush. The cock jumped a few moments later, and as Hunter held tight onto the image of Apollo in his mind, the first splash of piss hit his tongue.

Immediately, he wanted to vomit. The taste was horrendous, and it took every bit of will that he had not to spit it back onto the floor. Making it back to Apollo mattered more than his own discomfort though, and as the urine quickly began to pool up in his maw, he forced himself to take his first swallow. Instantly, the desire to vomit came back, though twice as strong this time. He felt the burning yellow fluid coming back up his throat, with some even making it back into his maw, but he forced it back down into his stomach. Thankfully, the stream wasn’t nearly as strong as he was expecting – the one that badly had to go was still out there, and this one seemed to be giving him as easy a time as possible. 

His stomach hated every second of it, his tongue burned with the salty, nauseating fluid blasting across it, and even his nose burned from the stench of the fluid, despite being entirely held within his maw. Each gulp gave way to the next, and while he hated every second of it, the initial taste proved harder than the rest. He kept drinking dutifully, imagining that by now, over half of the remaining contestants had already failed in some way. He just hoped Apollo wasn’t one of them.

After nearly thirty seconds of pissing, Hunter felt the stream weakening. He refused to pull off too early though, even as it started sputtering in his maw, not wanting to miss a drop. He wasn’t sure how much counted as spillage, but he wasn’t going to take any chances here. Even after the liquid stopped flowing, he kept his maw beneath the head of the shaft, catching the last couple droplets in his mouth to make sure it all ended up where it belonged.

“I uh…I guess you were the medium strength one?” Hunter asked.

“Nope. I barely had to go at all,” the rhino responded.

“What?! He said you’d fit it all in a cup, there’s no fucking way I could fit all that,” Hunter moaned.

“It’s not like I can measure how much is in there. I just felt like I didn’t have to go, but turns out I did,” the rhino rebutted.

“Ugh. Asshole,” Hunter muttered. He knew he had to keep going, or else risk one of them pissing on the ground. He quickly looked over the other two, looking for any reaction whatsoever, when suddenly the middle one’s dick lightly pulsed. Hunter took that as a sign that he desperately had to go. The fox swung his body over and quickly enveloped the tip with his lips, trying to prevent any leakage.

Before he could ready himself for the onslaught, the cock jumped in his maw and started blasting its load down his throat. Hunter’s eyes went wide with the force of the stream, instinctively clenching his lips to make sure it all stayed inside. His throat went into overdrive, gulping as fast as it physically could to prevent his maw from overflowing. The one thing he could say was that at least this piss wasn’t quite as concentrated as the other rhino’s, but he could still feel it burning his throat as it went down.

The fox struggled mightily to keep the piss going down his esophagus. This would have been so much easier if he could take the semi-hard shaft into his throat, but he was forced to keep the head resting on his tongue. Earlier today, he’d never had a cock in his maw in his life. Now he was sucking on his third in the last hour or so, and it wasn’t even to get the guy off. It was astonishing to him how far he was willing to degrade himself with this treatment, and the worst part was that he wasn’t hating it as much as he thought he should.

The acrid fluid kept flowing, and Hunter knew he had to have gone past a minute at this point. His esophagus was experiencing all kinds of new sensations, and it was desperately trying to tell him to stop. The fox wanted nothing more than for the flow to cease, finding it troublesome to time his nasal breaths between the swallows of rhino urine. Another thirty seconds went where Hunter wondered just how it was physically possible to store this much piss, before the flow finally started tapering off. 

Knowing it was almost over proved sufficient motivation to keep going, and Hunter gave this male the same treatment as the other. He kept sucking the tip of the length until every drop was gone and made sure any remaining ones fell into his open mouth.  If you’d asked him a day ago if he’d be willing to even try watersports, Hunter would have scoffed and called you an idiot. Now, he was finished chugging from two males, and setting himself up for a third.

Before he leaned forward, he took a bit of time to regain his breath. He was sure he’d taken care of the one that urgently had to go and gave himself a little time to recollect his thoughts. One more, then he’d be free, and he’d see Apollo again. Nodding softly to himself, he leaned in and opened up, knowing that he was capable of finishing the job. 

Sure enough, just like the previous ones, the stream started up and Hunter engaged his throat, closing his eyes and focusing on his task. Swallow, wait a second for more to pool inside, swallow, wait, swallow, wait, and repeat. It took a good amount of mental fortitude to keep his stomach’s contents from voiding themselves all of the floor in front of himself. Even though he’d suppressed his gag reflex, his body was quite sure a giant pool of urine in his stomach was not appropriate, and was actively trying to rid itself of the burden. The fox, though, refused to let it.

The last one went roughly as Hunter expected. It didn’t last quite as long as the previous either, though the burning in his maw had increased a bit while he drank more acidic piss. As the last of the urine spilled into his muzzle, Hunter let out an exhale through his nose, feeling the stress leave his body with a job well done.

“Sorry slut, you can keep sucking, but I’m all out,” the rhino said with a grin, looking down at Hunter.

The fox quickly pulled his muzzle back, looking down in embarrassment. He hadn’t even realized he’d never stopped sucking the head of the rhino’s shaft, even after the flow of piss had stopped.

“Hey, I never said you had to stop,” he continued, reaching down and taking hold of his cock, stroking it to life. “You already passed, you’re good, but that doesn’t mean you can’t get a different drink if you’re interested.”

Hunter continued looking at the floor for a bit, trying to process his emotions. Not only had he continued sucking, but as he looked downward, he realized that his cock was almost completely out of its sheath. He was pretty sure it had gone down while they were figuring out what the numbers meant, which told him at least a certain part of him had enjoyed the experience here.

Sensing the fox’s apprehension, the rhino continued. “No shame in it, slut. We’re all into piss too, and more than happy to come give you a warm drink,” he started, and Hunter finally looked back up. All three of the larger males were now fully erect and pointing at his head, and realized he wasn’t alone in his arousal.  “If it’s shame you’re worried about, no one’s gonna tell anyone anything else that happens in this room either. We’re all into it, and you can just say one of us had trouble starting our stream if anyone asks why you took so long. Can’t speak for them, but I won’t last long, I’m horny as fuck watching you drink so much. I’m getting off either way – only question is if you want it.”

The vulpine swallowed nervously as he looked at the cocks pointing toward his head, watching them slowly stroked and dribbling pre. He did enjoy the experience with Apollo, and part of him could only think that while he didn’t hate the piss like he expected, something different to wash the taste from his maw would be appreciated. He never replied to the rhino, but after everything he’d been through over the last day and a half, he had started to realize what he liked, and from what Apollo said, what he was good at. And that was sucking dick.

Nodding softly to himself, acknowledging that it truly was what he wanted, Hunter leaned back forward and took the head of the rhino’s cock between his lips. The stroking fingers repositioned themselves immediately from the warm flesh onto the back of his head, smearing a small bit of pre into his fur as it coaxed his muzzle up and down.

Hunter thought Apollo was big, but these guys were much larger – nearly a foot in length. He wasn’t given nearly as much time as with the bird to adjust, but by this point, his throat had been beaten into submission, and allowed the intruder to continue its journey downward. The fox surprised himself with just how little effort it took to make his way down to the base of the cock. It wasn’t immediate, and he had to make a few trips with more progress each time, but eventually his nose bumped just underneath the rhino’s belly, telling him he’d managed to fully swallow the length.

The pachyderm wasn’t lying, either – Hunter only got in a few good minutes of slobbering over the dripping cock before he felt it throbbing in his maw. He picked up the pace a bit, growing more comfortable each time his esophagus stretched around the dick forcing its way down. Trying to guess based on his experience with Apollo, he pulled his head back once he thought his drink was on its way. He quickly raised one of his paws and started stroking the length, tonguing the head and slurping around it until the unmistakable moans of ecstasy sounded from above him.

The now-familiar taste of cum soon flooded Hunter’s tongue, a welcome relief from the horrendous taste of urine that still coated it. He didn’t swallow this quite as quickly, letting it pool up a bit to savor it just a bit longer. The fox did have to gulp a couple times to make sure he didn’t spill any, but still left a healthy amount of it bloating his cheeks. 

As the rhino started coming down from his orgasmic high, he stepped back a bit and let his cock fall free of the fox’s maw. Before Hunter could do anything else though, the larger male reached down and lifted the vulpine’s muzzle upward, taking a good look at the jizz still floating around inside.

“Fuck that’s hot,” he said, still holding Hunter’s lower jaw still. “Now swallow it all,” he demanded.

The fox saw no reason to disobey, and quickly gulped down the cum, letting out a relaxed sigh as his maw was empty again. The rhino abruptly let go of Hunter’s muzzle, giving the fox free movement once more. As he did though, the other two stepped up, presenting themselves to Hunter, too impatient to let him take care of them one at a time. 

Knowing he was in this deep already, the fox kept going. Not seeing a difference, he simply leaned forward and started sucking one, while using his paw to stroke off the other. He spent a minute or so moving between them, slathering his tongue up and down the grey-skinned lengths and repeatedly feeling the hefty sacks slapping off his chin. 

Back and forth he went, keeping each of them as stimulated as he could. It was a bit of an adjustment each time – one was a bit longer, and he had to hold his breath more with how long it took to go up and down it. The other was the fattest of the three, and Hunter had to press to get his throat to accept it each time. 

Panic set in though, as while he was sucking on one, he could feel the other throbbing madly in his paw. As soon as he could, he swapped over, and no sooner did his tongue make contact than he felt the first few spurts attacking his tongue. Just like every time, he relished the taste, finding it a bit sweeter than the others but still delicious just the same. 

His predicament only became more problematic though. The third and final rhino throbbed madly in his paw, and he desperately willed the one in his maw to stop firing soon so that he could take care of it. No such reprieve came though, and while Hunter was swallowing one load, he soon felt the other painting the top of his head. His heart dropped as he realized just how much was spilling onto him, knowing there was no way he’d be able to hide it now. 

With a final swallow, he pulled off the one he’d sucked to completion, licking his lips clean. They didn’t stay that way for long though, as some of the jizz dribbled down his face and coated onto his maw as he regained his breath, though he was more than willing to keep licking it clean.

The first rhino spoke up again, smirking as he looked down at the fox. “Someone sure enjoyed that. I know some guys get off by getting fucked, but never seen one cum just from sucking dick before.”

Hunter looked down in disbelief, and sure enough, could see the ropes of cum he’d clearly sprayed across the floor in front of him. How was this even possible? It was hard to think of himself of anything but a slut at this point. It was the second time he’d gotten off today without even realizing it, both times simply from just tasting cum. Not only was he clearly willing to suck off anyone who asked at this point, but he was so invested in getting them off that he ignored whatever his own body was telling him, including his own orgasms. He didn’t even have the vibrator device as an excuse to fall back on now. Maybe that was why he found it easier to drink the piss, he thought, simply focusing on the cock in front of him over his own body’s objection. 

As the fox finally looked back upwards, one of the rhinos extended his arm, and Hunter took the offered assistance into finally standing up once more. Silence hung in the air for a bit, with none of them quite sure what to say, though they all felt quite happy and exhausted with the experience.

“I…I did,” Hunter finally said, addressing the last statement. “Enjoy it, that is. It was fun,” he said simply, feeling the ache in his throat at this point.

“Glad to hear it,” one of the males commented, reaching out and groping the fox’s ass. “Go ahead, you’ve earned it. But whether you win or lose all this, come find us afterward – we’ve got a lot more piss where that came from.”

“I…I will,” Hunter said, knowing that he would absolutely take them up on that. With a small smile, he strode past the three and opened the exit door, stepping out into the next room, happy knowing he would get a night off from the insane treatment he’d gone through.

“HUNTER!” A voice shouted, and before the fox could even take in the room’s contents, he was assaulted and wrapped in a blue-feathered hug. 

“Apollo! You made it!” Hunter said excitedly, quickly extending his own arms and squeezing his roommate tight. 

“I was so fucking worried; you took ages in there. The rest of us made it out like ten minutes ago, I thought for sure you’d failed it,” Apollo said, refusing to let go of the fox.

“I know, I’m sorry. It felt like it took forever, I’m so glad you made it,” Hunter replied. 

The pair stayed connected for a couple minutes, simply happy that they were there for each other. All the secrets shared made them feel closer than ever, and neither one wanted to be separated that long again. Now, they had all night to talk it through, knowing no other task was going to be asked of them until tomorrow.

Soon though, too soon for Hunter, the bird pulled back, a huge smile on his beak as he looked at the fox. It turned into slight confusion though as he did. He looked down at his wings and noticed a little bit of the mess had transferred over to them. Somehow, he was too blinded by happiness at seeing Hunter again to notice at first, but now, it was unmistakable.

“Uh, Hunter? Why are you covered in cum?” Apollo asked.

“I…uh, well, I’m sure you can guess,” Hunter said, still slightly ashamed.

“Ugh. I swear if I could I’d kill these guys. Drinking that god-awful piss was bad enough, but they have the nerve to rape you after?” Apollo vented.

Hunter remained silent, averting his gaze slightly at Apollo’s words, not quite sure how to respond.

The bird looked to the vulpine for a response but didn’t get one. As realization dawned on him, he still couldn’t believe it, even after seeing how willing the fox was when they’d had their moment during the interview before. “They…didn’t rape you?”

Hunter sighed, still unable to make eye contact. “No…” he breathed. After pouring his secrets out earlier, it seemed silly to keep more at this point. “After the challenge ended…I, uh…I kinda kept sucking on the last one. I didn’t realize it at first, but I pulled off when he commented on it. We talked – or, rather, he talked – for a minute or so, and convinced me it was okay. So…I guess from there you can guess what happened.”

“Fucking hell,” Apollo breathed. “How were you in any kind of mood for that after what they did to us? Unless…” he asked but trailed off slowly.

“I mean…I obviously didn’t love the piss. It was absolutely horrendous, and I had to struggle to get it down. But…I don’t think I hated it quite as much as the rest of you did,” he explained, finally making eye contact with the bird.

“What…how…” Apollo stammered, unable to find his words. “Where has this side of you been all these years? You’re a virgin a day ago, and now you’ve sucked off four different guys in two hours, none of which was required for a challenge here?”

“I don’t really know,” Hunter started. “I was never really opposed to the idea, but just never had the courage to act on it. Now that I’m being forced…I think I’m starting to realize what all I missed out on.”

“I mean, yeah, I thought you’d enjoy it, but I’d never have guessed this much. Did, uh…did you, y’know, cum again? Without touching yourself?” Apollo asked.

Hunter simply nodded in response, glancing down briefly before looking back up at Apollo.

“That’s insane. There are guys out there who can’t even cum if you hammer their prostate, the literal male pleasure button, and you get off just from tasting jizz. There’s a hell of a lot of guys out there, myself included, who’d love to have you around. Getting a blowjob gets you both off? That’s a win-win. When we get out of here, if that’s what you want to do, my dick’s all yours. I…I don’t know if I’d like it, but I can maybe piss for you too, if you want it…” The bird finished, a bit uncertain about the last part.

“I think we can hold off on that part…Like I said, I didn’t hate it, but I didn’t love it either,” Hunter said. “But I’d be more than happy to be your blowjob service,” he continued, more confident than he’d been in a while. 

“Well, first, get something in your belly that’s actually supposed to be there,” Apollo said, turning and gesturing toward the tables behind him. “Then we can put your muzzle to work.”

Hunter’s eyes went wide as he observed the buffet laid out. He’d not had a chance to really focus on his hunger with Apollo’s assault the second he left the room, but as he saw the food, he realized it had been ages since he’d had a bit to eat – nearly 48 hours now. However, recent events had kept him from being nearly as hungry as he should have been at this point, and he could still feel the liquids sloshing around in his gut.

While Hunter obviously didn’t mind the taste of cum currently residing on his tongue, he saw several things that were almost as good laid out before him. As he pulled up a seat, he rapidly started gathering everything he could within reach. A steak, mashed potatoes, some steamed vegetables, and a bottle of soda quickly ended up piled in front of the fox, with a dinner roll already shoved into his muzzle.

Apollo sat down next to Hunter, resuming the meal he’d interrupted to go greet the fox after their last task. The two chowed down in silence for a bit, each one too hungry to do much more at the moment. Hunter looked around the room as he did, surveying just how few had made it through. It was hard to tell, as the area was far larger than any room they’d been in so far, even compared to where all forty-something of them had done their interviews. Beds lined the outside walls, and it was unclear how many furs were in them. While it still surprised Hunter, it probably shouldn’t have at this point, as he noticed many shelves near the beds adorned with all manners of sex toys and fetish gear. 

“So, do you know how many made it?” Hunter asked through a mawful of steak.

“Not for sure. I think you were the tenth, and I doubt anyone else is coming, with how long you took for your…extra credit activities,” the bird said, still getting used to this new side of Hunter.

“Bull wasn’t kidding when he said only about a quarter would make it then. Guess a lot of guys can’t stomach their piss,” Hunter commented.

“It wasn’t easy in the slightest,” the bird said. “I have no idea how you tolerated it. Only way I got through it was just knowing it was my way back to you; I threw it all up as soon as I got out of the room.”

Hunter paused for a moment, taken aback a bit by the bird’s comments. They’d always been close friends, but the statement was a bit more forward than Apollo usually was. “That’s…that’s how I did it too,” Hunter started. “I closed my eyes, and since I’d gotten to suck you off earlier, I knew what it was like to have your dick in my mouth, and…I just pretended we were doing that again. It was…much easier when I could assume it was you.”

“What species did you get, anyway?” Apollo asked.

“Rhinos. You?” Hunter replied.

“Fucking hell. I’m surprised you have any room left in your gut after that. I had leopards…wasn’t a huge amount, but holy fuck was it foul. Feline piss stinks something fierce,” Apollo said.

“So I’ve heard. It wasn’t the worst tasting thing to me, but it didn’t seem insanely concentrated either – just a huge amount of it,” Hunter said with a shrug. “Anyone else we’ve met make it out?”

“Yep,” a different voice replied, causing Apollo and Hunter to turn around in their seats. They immediately were met with the sight of a large, grey crotch, where a few inches of wolf dick were already sticking out. 

“Ugh. Orion…” Hunter sighed, turning around to his food. 

“Not happy to see me?” Orion asked teasingly, walking around to the other side of the table and pulling up a chair, facing the fox. 

“Not particularly, no, asshole. You tried to rape me, twice, in case you haven’t forgotten,” Hunter said flatly. “How the fuck did you make it through anyway? Never would have thought you’d degrade yourself that much.”

“It’s a competition, and I don’t lose. Yeah, it was foul, but I still had control. They only pissed when I told them to, and they knew their place. I proved myself best by making it out,” the wolf touted.

“Uh huh. Yeah, I’m sure that’s what happened. You weren’t down on your knees like the rest of us, struggling,” Apollo said, rolling his eyes.

“You and me, maybe,” Orion said. “I bet foxy over here had no issues at all. Such an unfair challenge, seeing who’s best at swallowing. Of course, the fox succeeds at it. Both of you, actually.”

“Toby’s here too?” Hunter asked.

“You know him? He’s a bit busy at the moment,” Orion said with a grin, turning around and pointing toward one of the beds on the far side of the room. Hunter groaned and put his head down as he realized what he was seeing. It appeared another of Orion’s pack had survived the challenge as well, and Toby was currently face down in the bed, being hammered by the other lupine.

“So, do you ever get consent, or do you just go around fucking anything that moves?” Hunter asked.

“Consent? He begged for it. We have all night, and it’s a fox that’s gone nearly two days without being fucked. I was over there with him too, but I had my eyes on a different prize,” Orion said, leering down at Hunter.




“Forget it,” the fox replied.

“Your choice. We can do it the easy way or the hard way. Only reason I’m not carrying you to a bed right now is I’m still starving,” Orion replied, reaching across the table and snatching a roll off Hunter’s plate and stuffing it in his maw. “You have until I’m done eating to decide you want it and to play nice, or I’ll take what’s mine by force,” he threatened.

“I’ll defend him,” Apollo piped up. “You won’t get a chance.”

Orion just laughed. “Please, birdy boy. I’ll knock you flat on your ass faster than you can say ‘cock’. Besides, even if you did somehow manage to stop me once, we have all fucking night, and I’ve got backup,” the wolf said, reminding them of his lackey railing the arctic fox. “I bet I could get the rest of the room to join in too once I said there was an open ass ready for use, we just had to take it. We’ve all raped someone before, or we wouldn’t have made it past the first task – we’re all down to do it again. Don’t think I forgot that interview, either – you flat out said you want my dick, just didn’t like the attitude with it. So, here’s your chance without quite as much attitude.”

Hunter angrily stared at the wolf, watching him confidently keep chowing down, knowing he had the power in the situation. As much as the fox wanted to find a reason to refuse, nothing came to mind. He did want Orion’s cock, just not the guy it was attached to. The silence lasted another couple minutes while the wolf ate, but soon enough, time ran out.

“Alright, slut. What’s it going to be? Rape, or willing?”  He asked.

“Neither,” Apollo replied. “Fuck off.”

“Alright, have it your way. Rape it is,” Orion shrugged.

“No, wait…” Hunter said, hanging his head even as he did.

“Hunter?” Apollo asked.

“Look, I don’t have a choice. I don’t think we can take him, and honestly, I don’t think you do either. It’s either I do it this way, or you’ll end up unconscious and I won’t be able to sit right for ages. It’s still rape, since I absolutely do not consent to this,” the fox replied, turning to glare at the wolf again, before looking up to Apollo, “but it’s the path of least resistance. We both have to make it through this somehow.”

Apollo grumbled, knowing Hunter was right, that they were helpless against the stronger wolves. Finally, he turned toward Orion, and started speaking. “If you hurt him…” He began, but Orion cut him off.

“Then it’ll just make the little masochist cum harder,” the wolf finished, standing up from his chair and walking around behind Hunter. “Come on, slut, let’s get to it,” he said, yanking the fox up by the back of his neck and dropping him unceremoniously onto the ground. Yeah, there was no way he was going to be able to physically resist this. “Get moving,” Orion barked, pushing Hunter between his shoulder blades toward one of the beds, and the pair set off walking.

“I’m still here, Hunter. If anything happens, I’m here,” Apollo called after them. It was little assurance to the fox, but he appreciated the bird’s statement nonetheless.

“There we go,” Orion said as they arrived, lifting Hunter up and seating him on the edge of the bed, stepping forward and shoving his crotch directly in the fox’s face. “Get it nice and slick, whore. Going to hurt a whole lot worse if you don’t.”

Hunter grumbled, but at least he was given a choice in this now. Besides, if prior experience was anything to go by, he’d probably end up cumming before Orion even got to his ass. Knowing there was no way out now, the fox leaned forward and took hold of the wolf’s sheath, angling the already-extended cock toward his maw. He lapped along the underside of it, sliding up toward the tip and flicking his tongue off it, collecting a small bit of pre as he did. He continued like that for a while, simply lathering the outside of it with his tongue, slurping along it, not taking it into his maw just yet.

Each time his tongue traveled along the cock, it seemed to get a bit thicker, a bit longer, and a lot redder. The length continued responding to the oral treatment, showing its appreciation by making Hunter question how the hell he was going to get it inside himself. The fox pulled the sheath back a bit as well, making sure the unformed knot was out, anxious as he looked over the true length he’d have to find somewhere to put. 

Hunter couldn’t help himself as he licked his lips, moving up to the tip of the length and starting to bring it inside for the first time. Orion was all too happy to help, pressuring the back of the fox’s head and pushing his hips forward. Luckily for Hunter, with it being the fifth cock he’d sucked today, he considered himself well-practiced by this point. It didn’t take long before he’d gotten to the base, lips pressed around the knot before he brought them back, only to do it all over again.

Out of curiosity, Hunter tried to focus a bit on himself as he sucked. Each time he pulled off, his tongue would connect with the small stream of pre the wolf was producing, and the fox could feel his own cock jump in response. It seemed to be true - his body had a natural, built-in way to tell him this was right and where he belonged, sucking dick and loving it. Even the taste of pre was enough to keep him excited. Focusing on his own pleasure, he kept going down, gulping over the length again and again to keep his throat stuffed with his new favorite treat.

That is, until Orion decided to stop him. The paw on the back of his head went from guiding to pulling, and the wolf’s fingers clenched into the fox’s fur and jerked him off the length. Involuntarily, Hunter let out a small whimper as he was pulled away from the meat, eyes still staring at it as it was taken away.

“Fucking hell, you really are a whore. Don’t worry, it’s not leaving you,” Orion teased, shoving his hips forward and wiping his cock along Hunter’s cheek. The fox, lost in the moment, stuck his tongue out and slid it along the shaft. “Now flip over,” Orion commanded.

While he’d enjoyed everything else he’d tried today, Hunter was still nervous about this. He’d always pictured Apollo as the one to fuck him first, and Orion was considerably larger. He obeyed though, turning himself to the side and bending over the mattress, lifting his tail high for the wolf.

“That’s a damn good sight. Fox all ready to get stuffed. Wish I had my phone on me,” Orion commented, soon followed by a loud noise that sounded out behind Hunter. The wolf collected a large amount of saliva in his maw before he spat it down against the vulpine’s ass, reaching down and rubbing it against that untouched tailhole. Unceremoniously, he used it as lube to shove a finger inside, taking it far faster than Hunter was ready for. Sensing he was going to need a bit more prep, Orion pulled his paw back and spat on it again, then returned his finger to the fox’s hole. A second one quickly joined it, worming its way in. The lupine moved his fingers around, working them back and forth for a while to make sure his prey was ready. After a couple minutes, his impatience set in, and he pulled his paw back. The furry fingers were quickly replaced with something much larger and much hotter.

Hunter thought he had a good sense of the wolf’s size from taking it into his maw, but somehow it felt even larger now that it was pressed against his hole. He groaned softly as Orion started pushing forward, feeling the tapered tip starting to spread his ring around the length. He was thankful he was dealing with a wolf and not a horse, as that blunt head would have never managed to find its way in without a lot more pain. As it was, the wolf’s cock was opening him up, stretching him far more than he thought possible.

The fox’s groans turned into moans as Orion slipped inside. It didn’t take long before the length started sliding along Hunter’s prostate, making the vulpine’s cock jump and spray his own pre over the sheets below. The wolf had far more to give though, and every inch made Hunter feel like he was about to explode. His bowels protested as his exit was entered, with the fox moaning in a mixture of pain and pleasure as his anal virginity was quickly taken away. 

After an agonizingly slow entrance, Hunter finally sighed with relief when he could feel the wolf’s crotch up against his ass, knowing he was finally as full as he was going to get. As Orion pulled out, Hunter whimpered again, the same way he did when the cock left his maw, finding the emptiness he was now experiencing similarly distressing. He didn’t have to wait long though before he was stuffed once more. 

Now that Orion knew he fit, he wasn’t about to pull any punches. He shoved his cock inside much faster than he had before, taking only half a second to go from only having the tip inside to slapping his balls off of Hunter’s ass cheeks. The fox let out an awkward noise as the wolf re-entered, somewhere between a gasp and a moan. He was surprised, pleased, and pained by the sudden movement, all at once.

“I knew I’d make you mine,” Orion growled, leaning over the fox a bit more as he continued his pace. His grey paws rested on the bed, one on each side of Hunter, supporting himself as his hips repeatedly speared the fox’s sphincter. “You did good, coming over here willingly. You’ll get all the wolf dick you can handle if you keep behaving,” he said, praising the fox, doing his best to make sure Hunter wouldn’t ever resist again.

The fox saw no reason to ever do such a thing. While it was still certainly uncomfortable being with such an asshole, it wasn’t taking away any of the pleasure he was feeling. His cock was roughly sandwiched between his gut and the sheets, but he could still feel it jumping each time the hot, red, thick length slid over his prostate. He was too far gone to hold it in anymore, letting his moans and grunts clearly show off his pleasure. 

Hunter knew he was basically being used to get the wolf off, but his own pleasure was about to come first. His eyes were clenched shut as he desperately tried to hold it in, but it was a futile effort. His head tilted back as he practically screamed in pleasure. The bed beneath his torso ended up soaked as his load coated the fabric, adding to the loud, squelching noises each time Orion thrust inward. Exhausted but unable to truly rest, the fox’s head collapsed down onto the bed, tongue hanging out of his maw as he felt the thrusts momentarily stop.

“Don’t you know it’s rude for the bottom to get off first?” Orion snarled, leaning down further over the fox’s back. “Now we go at my pace, and it’s gonna hurt.”

‘His pace?’ Hunter thought. He wasn’t exactly controlling anything bent over the bed like he was. Besides, how much harder could he go? Especially post-orgasm, Hunter could already feel the soreness in his tailhole. He got his answer almost instantly as Orion leaned back and hammered his cock home with as much strength as he could muster. Again and again, he jackhammered into the fox’s ass, with his growing knot starting to demand entrance.

The wolf kept it going a while longer, making sure Hunter truly knew his place. This wasn’t over until Orion got off. He could only hold out so long though, with such a tight hole squeezing his length. The fox cried out as Orion demanded to tie with him, feeling like he was going to be split in half by such a large intrusion. The wolf had more than enough strength to shove it home though, and with a few more painful attempts, he finally managed to bury himself inside. He howled out as he claimed Hunter as his bitch, cock absolutely flooding the fox’s bowels with his hot, potent seed.

Orion panted as he stayed over top of Hunter, barely managing to hold himself up. “Fuck it feels good to tie again,” the wolf breathed. “Couldn’t do it in that fucking dungeon…couldn’t risk being in place for so long. See what you were missing out on?” He asked, reaching up and roughly shoving Hunter’s head down into the bed.

The fox simply nodded, ignoring the push as he rested against the sheets. While he couldn’t deny the pain throbbing through his ass at the moment, it was nothing next to the pleasure he felt. He just felt so full, so warm, and at this point, so, so tired. It had been ages since he’d slept, and after so many orgasms in the last few hours, he was amazed he hadn’t fainted from the pleasure yet. 

While Hunter wanted nothing more than to crash, he wasn’t given much of a reprieve. Orion was clearly impatient, and every thirty seconds or so, he’d roughly try to pull his knot out, only for it to remain firmly lodged in place. Hunter scooted around on the bed with the wolf’s strength, but every time it failed, he felt the wolf’s gut rest against his back again as he was forced to wait a bit longer.

The pair remained in silence for the next fifteen or so minutes, until finally, freedom was obtained. Hunter moaned out in pain as his tailhole was split once more, only for a sudden feeling of emptiness once his tailhole was void of wolf dick. Cum still poured forth from it, draining down the fox’s taint and over his balls, creating a small river down and onto the bed. His job wasn’t done yet though, as only a few seconds after he was emptied out, the very same cock ended up pressed atop his muzzle.

“Clean,” Orion said simply. 

Hunter groaned, but mostly out of frustration that he’d have to move. He struggled to get his paws in place to shift his upper body up just a bit, but once he was able to turn his head a bit more easily, he stuck his tongue out and collected his first taste of wolf cum. His cock immediately throbbed back to life as he did, and while he continued working to clean the length, his hips worked of their own accord, rubbing his length through the pool of cum under his stomach. 

Just before he could complete his job, he whined softly. It was embarrassing to have this happen again and again, but he just couldn’t hold himself back. Each swallow of Orion’s jizz got him that much closer, and soon enough, his head froze as he rode out his second orgasm of the session. 

“Holy fuck you’re a slut,” Orion said, partially in disbelief. He gripped the back of Hunter’s head and shoved his cock inside, and instinctively, Hunter wrapped his lips around it. Momentarily, the fox was confused, but realization dawned on him soon after. The wolf’s cock jumped once more, and soon, Hunter could feel hot, burning urine flowing over his tongue. Orion hadn’t even bothered to ask – the last challenge proved the fox could swallow it, and he was fully expecting him to do the same here.

Hunter didn’t let him down. He continued chugging the liquid waste, completely ignoring any thoughts that this was unsanitary, disgusting, or just downright inappropriate. He was slowly coming around to the watersports side of things, and while he couldn’t say whether Orion was doing it for the nasty aspect or purely to humiliate Hunter, he didn’t mind either way. Every last drop of wolf piss ended up in his stomach, and even after it was gone, Hunter kept sucking until he was forced to stop.

Orion stepped back though, cock mostly cleaned off, but feeling relief in more ways than one after using the fox. “I’ll be back in the morning. I like a good blowjob to start my days,” he said simply before heading away, leaving Hunter in a puddle of his own making. He wasn’t left alone for long though. As the fox lay there panting, enjoying his post-orgasmic bliss, Apollo quickly made his way over to check and see how he was doing. 

“You, uh, you okay?” the bird asked, moving to sit on the bed next to Hunter’s head. The fox only nodded in response though, too tired to form words at the moment if he didn’t have to. “You looked like you had fun…” Apollo trailed off.

Hunter let out a hoarse laugh, weakly bringing one of his paws up and laying it in Apollo’s lap. “You had fun watching,” he countered, wrapping his fingers around the bird’s already-erect length.

“I…I can’t really help it. You are kinda hot…” The bird said, still finding it odd how open he and Hunter were with each other now. 

“You want a go?” Hunter asked.

“How the hell do you still have energy?” Apollo asked, incredulously.

“Fox,” the vulpine said simply. “I’ll lay here, you fuck me.” 

“Ugh. I’ve never had sloppy seconds before, not exactly thrilled about following Orion in there…” the bird said.

“I wish you’d gotten there first too,” Hunter said. “I can just suck you off if you want, but after so many years of being scared to ask...I’d really like you to fuck me,” he asked.

“You really know how to make it hard for a guy to say no, you know that?” Apollo asked. 

“Fox,” Hunter said again, lifting his tail once more in preparation. 

Apollo could only chuckle softly as he got back up and made his way around to the other side of the bed, surveying the damage. He could see the fox’s hole clearly red after being abused, and a good amount of cum had already leaked out. Trying to see the positives in the situation, Apollo realized at least Hunter was already lubed up, and knew he wasn’t going to have trouble getting inside. Hardly able to believe the moment was finally going to happen, he angled his cock down and pressed the head against Hunter’s tailhole, sinking into a hole he never thought he’d experience. 

While the fuck with Orion was rough and wild, Apollo was much gentler. His thrusts were slow and deep, making sure he fully hilted himself inside Hunter each time before gradually dragging his cock back. He grew concerned though, as he could see Hunter’s head twitching a bit, turning from side to side, grunting softly to himself.

“You okay? Are you too sore after Orion? I can stop…” the bird asked, pausing momentarily with just his head inside the fox’s ass.

“Don’t you fucking dare,” Hunter threatened. “My dick’s just sore after getting off five times today, and it’s about to be a sixth. I love it, just keep going,” he begged.

“Alright,” Apollo said, happy at least that Hunter was enjoying it as much as he was. It was an odd feeling – Apollo had fucked a few guys before, but it never quite felt as good as it did now. Being with someone he cared so much for made it that much more special, and each time he thrust in and got a small moan out of the fox, he felt a burst of pride.

As he kept going, he picked the pace up slightly, but still not being too rough with the already-abused fox. The vulpine’s pleasure was made quite obvious, as after another couple minutes, Apollo could easily feel the hole around his length clenching tighter and tighter on it. The sensations quickly brought him closer to his own orgasm, but Hunter beat him to the punch. His entire body tensed as he was wracked with another burst of pleasure for the day, adding a third, smaller load into the growing ocean of jizz on the bed sheets.

Knowing Hunter had to be on the verge of collapsing at this point, Apollo sped up a bit more, holding the fox’s bushy tail against his chest as he worked. He started panting as he got close, trying to savor the moment just a bit longer, but his pleasure soon reached its peak. Fully hilting himself one last time, ropes of bird cum quickly started shooting into Hunter’s ass, leaving the fox’s hole a stickier, more used mess than it had ever been. This time at least, there was no knot to wait for. Apollo pulled out after emptying his balls in the fox, still breathing heavily. Even with as tired as Hunter was, the bird couldn’t resist walking around the bed and presenting his cock.

“I, uh…I know how much you like cum,” Apollo said awkwardly, causing Hunter to let out a small laugh. He needed no urging though, and much like he did with Orion, completely licked the bird’s length clean. His cock sprung back to life, but with as much abuse as he’d put it through today, that was as far as it got. Apollo’s crotch was clean, Hunter had an overly full stomach, and despite everything, they were both happier than they’d been in a while just being with each other. 

“You want to, uh, move to a different bed? This one’s…wet,” Apollo said pointedly.

“Ugh…I don’t know if I can stand…” Hunter said, and it was Apollo’s turn to laugh. 

“I got you,” he replied, helping Hunter to his footpaws and guiding him a few feet away to a neighboring mattress. He helped the fox in first, lifting the blanket for him to crawl underneath, and soon followed him under the covers. Apollo snuggled up against Hunter’s back, spooning with the fox and wrapping his wing around him. Both of them were exhausted after not sleeping in two days, and after all they’d been through, they felt they deserved it.

As Hunter closed his eyes, he snuggled back into the bird’s embrace, a broad smile on his face. “I love you…” he breathed.

Apollo was caught off guard by the statement, never having expected Hunter to be so bold as to say something like that, much less to say it first. He thought about it for a moment, and despite the guilt he still felt about getting them into this situation to start with, he had to admit that it had brought them closer than he’d ever thought possible. He pressed his head a bit closer to the back of Hunter’s neck, burying his beak into the fur and sighing happily, giving the fox a small squeeze.

“I love you too, Hunter…” he said softly, soon joining the vulpine in some well-deserved slumber.

