Flickertail swallowed back the utter terror surging in his breast, facing down the monster which loomed before him. For the sake of Brightpaw, he would stand against the gates of Hell itself.

“Stay back,” he shouted to Brightpaw. “I’ll not let this monster come any closer.”

His eyes darted around the room for a weapon. Something, anything which he could use to strike back at his wicked foe. His gaze fell on his lantern. It was not much, but it was heavy and made of iron. He made to dive for the flickering glow, but his foot became snagged. He struck the clay hard, the wind blasted from his lungs with a whoosh. He turned back, his horror mounting, for his ankle had been snared by the black paw of Brightpaw. 

“Brightpaw,” he shrieked. “What are you doing?”

The little fox looked back at him, pleading with those sky blue eyes. “Flickertail, no! We must be good boys.”

Flickertail lashed out, kicking frantically in hopes of dislodging the mad fox. “Let go,” he cried. “Let go.”

“No, Flickertail,” whimpered Brightpaw. 

The monster laughed, striding towards him. Terror seized at his breast and Flickertail flung himself at his lantern. His fingertips grazed the hot glass and he let out curse, seeing the lantern roll away from him. The monster stepped over him, reaching down to grasp the lantern in her terrible fist. 

“We will not be needing this,” she said and smashed the only remaining light into nothingness.

Blackness returned to the cave, drowning Flickertail in ebon terror. Those eyes, red as coals, seemed to draw him in, drinking him up. His muscles quivered, their strength ebbing. Darkfang knelt, her scent, that acrid reptilian odor, was so close. Her breath, hot and wet, blew against his cheek. Her lips grazed his mouth and Flickertail could not help but to respond. 

“Are you a good boy?” she asked.

Those eyes bored into his very core, stealing his will. Darkfang cupped his chin, tilting his face up to hers. 

“Are you?”

“I-I…” stammered Flickertail. “I’m a good boy.”

“I know you are,” the monster replied. 

Her lips closed around his trembling mouth, stealing his breath in a kiss which dwarfed that of Brightpaw. The warmth of her lips, the long tongue which slid from her jaws to tickle the roof of his mouth tantalized him. His body surrendered, giving himself to her. Darkfang’s claws were around him, drawing him to her as the spider draws the fly. Her lips fell from his swollen mouth, descending the curve of his throat to join with the kisses of Brightpaw in his collarbone. His chest heaved, delighted by the feel of her hard nipples upon his furry flesh. His hand rose, questing for those sagging mounds of scaled flesh. He claimed one and then another, filling his palms with jiggling softness. His fingers swirled around the wide areolas flicking the firm nubs until the monster quaked. 

“So eager,” purred Darkfang. “So much like your little friend.” Her fingers caressed the strong chest, the rippling abdominals. “Mmm, but bigger and stronger. Yes, how wonderful.”

Flickertail’s mind screamed for him to run, to forget Brightpaw and to escape. Escape to where, he wondered? But, his body refused to listen, instead, it lowered him to those four heaving breasts, buried his snout deep to inhale the intoxicating aroma of the monster. His tongue slid from his lips, lapping the sweat from her scaly hide. The taste tingled on his tongue like a heady wine, his head swimming. He fell, his tongue winding a lazy trail down the slope of her belly, seeking the throbbing manhood between her legs. He came to his knees, as if to supplicate before this terrible subterranean goddess. His mouth traveled down her lower belly, finding no hair around her shivering member. He wound his arms around her thick, shapely legs, the muscles firm beneath his fingers. He cupped the ripe swell of muscular buttocks, squeezing until the monster gave a thin moan. Her cock rose before him, though he could not see it. He could smell the tang of musk. The heat of her raw flesh radiated from her twitching rod. His lips came forward in the gloom, grazing the taut flesh. His body shivered with a sudden, eager anticipation and his flower grew slack and wet, blooming with a hot desire in his belly.

“Do you like it?” The voice of Darkfang poured like a thick syrup into his ear.

“I-I…” he stuttered. 

“Kiss it.”

The weight of her words fell upon the quivering fox like a boulder. He looked up into those red, pupiless eyes, his body unable to resist that dreadful command. His hands rose of their own accord, his every fiber screaming to turn away from the beast. Alas, that his body would not heed the pleadings of his fevered brain. His fingers curled around that throbbing shaft, claws tracing the rings of bony protrusions, his anus trembling with the anticipation of that mighty rod. His lips came closer, kissing the plump underside of her shaft. The tang of ammonia, the musky odor of her flesh, all would thrill him. His heart leapt, his breath caught in his throat and Flickertail ran his tongue up her cock, swirling around the bulbous tip. 

“Such a good boy,” laughed the monster. 

He flicked at the velvet head, lapping the bitter precum which flowed freely from her gaping urethra. His hands worked down her shaft, stroking the monster into full erection. Above him, he could hear the dreadful moans of pleasure emanating from the throat of the beast. 
“Mmm, yes,” she whispered. “Yes, little fox.”

His hands grew faster, stroking harder. Up, down, never stopping until his fingers came to the very hilt where her blade erupted from her pelvis. His lips wrapped around her weeping tip, suckling from the bitter fount. His tongue did swirl as he plunged, taking her deep, swallowing her pulsing flesh. Flickertail’s throat bulged, stuffed with the pulsing meat of the monster. Her heat, her scent, his head spun. He pulled back, licking the underside of her cock, savoring her flavor. His nostrils flaring, he would dare that plummet once again. His hands worked the base of her shaft, twisting gently, squeezing, making the beast tremble with giddy delight. Darkfang groaned, her claws on his shoulders, guiding him downward. Her balls hung heavy, like two ripe cantaloupes, great orbs of fertile promise, fat with fresh seed. The fox took her weighty scrotum in his hands, feeling the heaviness, the churning pleasure in his palms. 

Slender paws were on his back now and Flickertail’s ears pricked up. The hot, wet pants of Brightpaw, his true love, the reason he braved the darkness and the terror, was blowing softly in his ear. The flesh crawled down his back, his body atingle as the little fox ran his fingers through the orange fur of his back. The soft rasp of fur formed the chorus of the wet pop of his mouth as Flickertail pulled back, leaving Darkfang’s cock slick and shiny with his saliva. Brightpaw’s lips were on his throat now, kissing, licking at his cheek. Flickertail shivered, his cock straining with the desire bubbling within him. 

“Flickertail,” moaned Brightpaw. 

The little fox fell, his breasts and belly pressing into Flickertail’s back. He descended, his muzzle nestling into the firm ass of the other fox. The air puffed from Flickertail’s nostrils, his excitement only increasing his fervor to bring the laughing monster to climax. With nimble paws, Brightpaw cupped his cheeks, splitting him wide. His button revealed itself in the gloom, a wet, taut flower, blooming with an aching need to be cherished. Brightpaw inhaled the aroma of Flickertail’s musk, enthralled by the scent, driven to place his lips to the gaping ring of the other fox. Flickertail gave a start, his mouth nearly coming free were it not for the powerful claws of Darkfang. 

“Not yet, little fox,” she said, grasping his cheeks in her claws. “I’m not ready.”

She held him firm, guiding him down her shaft while Brightpaw’s tongue darted out, spearing Flickertail’s anus. He dipped, plunging down, striking the fox’s trembling core. His prostate shrieked, precum spurting from his weeping tip. Flickertail plummeted, closing his lips tight, suckling as his love swirled within him. His belly roiled, growing tighter with his laborious breath. 

“A-Ah, almost,” groaned the monster. “Mmm, almost… I-I…”

A gush of bitter tar burst in his mouth. His cheeks swelled, puffing with the thick sludge until bubbling seed spurted from his lips to trickle in sticky strands down his chin. Darkfang thrust, slamming her cock down his gullet, pumping her fertile essence into his belly. Her seed pooled, filling his stomach, a warmth suffusing his limbs. He swayed with a dizzy elation, gulping feverishly, all the while, Brightpaw continued to caress the smooth, shivering innards of his rectum. His cock exploded, splattering his own sticky semen into the floor of the cave, such was the fox’s lust. 

His belly lurched, overfilled. Flickertail heaved, coughing up gouts of pearly seed to spill down his matted, white chest. He tore himself from Darkfang’s member, gasping desperately for air. His stomach seemed a living thing, lashing out in protest, turning inside out so that the fox wrapped his arms around his belly and let out a thin groan. Brightpaw pulled his lips from his lover’s ass, catching the fox up in his gravid embrace. Flickertail laid his sweaty face into the pillows of Brightpaw’s breasts, finding relief in the warm scent of milk and the odor of his fur. 

“My two good boys,” said Darkfang. She placed a claw on Flickertail’s muscled belly, her fingers spreading across the white fur. “Yes, you are ready.”

“R-Ready,” sputtered Flickertail. Her seed still tingled on his tongue, loose strand clinging to his fangs. “Ready for what?”

As if on cue, Brightpaw suddenly seized him. Grasping him by the arms with an astonishing strength, he drew the fox to him so that their bellies did meet. Swollen, pregnant flesh collided with firm muscle, making the unborn within Brightpaw writhe in fury. Flickertail’s heart leapt into his throat as the claws of Darkfang came to rest upon his shoulders. 

“I’ll be gentle,” the sultry voice purred into his ear. The fox swallowed back the terror in his breast, for her seemingly innocuous remark carried with it the unbridled hint of malice. 

In his other ear, the lilt of sweet Brightpaw, his lips grazing the furry lobe. “Oh, this is going to be wonderful.”

“W-What are you doing to me?” Flickertail began to weep. “Please, let me go.”

“Oh no,” laughed the monster. “We simply cannot. That is not what good boys do, right Brightpaw?”

“Yes,” chirped the strange singsong of the little fox. “We must be good, Flickertail.”

Brightpaw’s hands slid down his back, cupping his ripe cheeks, splitting him wide so that wet, honeyed chalice was exposed. Darkfang bucked her hips, her tip nudging his gaping anus, slick and ready from the careful ministrations of Brightpaw. Flickertail swooned, realizing all too late that the fox he loved had merely opened him to the throbbing rod of the beast. 

“Isn’t it wonderful?” asked Brightpaw. “We’ll get to be pregnant together, now.”

Flickertail wept, his shoulders shaking. Tears of futile rage ran down his cheeks to patter softly to the cool, damp clay. The monster leaned in, her four breasts pressing into his back, her nipples were like daggers to him now. There was no point struggling anymore. Her tip pressed harder, pain spreading through his lower belly as his ring stretched to accommodate the beast. His trembling lips sought the mouth of Brightpaw, claiming his lover in a kiss. His hands came up, clasping the fox’s face. His eyes squeezed shut and through it all, he thought only of Brightpaw, even as his belly swelled with the throbbing pillar of Darkfang.

The beast lurched, striking, plunging deep to spear his core. His prostate shivered, quivering as her cock nuzzled his gland. She pulled back, those bony protrusions rubbing his rectum, tickling his ring until the fox tore his mouth from Brightpaw to utter a scream. Just as quickly, she darted into the howling fox, his cries rising with the monster’s thrust. The voice of Flickertail rang out through the tunnels, echoing back in a symphony of brutal lust. The monster bucked, lifting him up, circling, never stopping. She pulled back, swirling and came in once more. Flickertail clung to Brightpaw, terrified of being swept away on that dark, giddy sea. His belly roiled, bubbling with a heated desire. His hands fell to the belly of the fox, fingers spreading over the gravid flesh. Brightpaw leaned in, his lips finding Flickertail’s throat. 

“Mmm, your cock is so hard on my belly,” giggled Brightpaw.

“A-Ah… Oh…” moaned Flickertail. 

Darkfang chuckled behind him, a laugh that was devoid of mirth and warmth. Her balls churned, growing restless with the need to release. Her claws were on his hips, good strong hips. Her smile peeled back from her fangs, her breath a hot, wet billow against the back of his neck. 

“You will give me such strong offspring,” she hissed. 

Her lips nuzzled his ear, her tongue slithering deep, swirling in his brain, making the fox dizzy. He fell from Brightpaw, his one liferaft in that turbulent sea. The waves of dark pleasure swept over him, casting down, down into the depths of giddy bliss. His mind swirled into the gloom, his body coming alive in the claws of the monster. His hips bucked, crashing into her, taking her deeper, guiding her to that very secret place within him. His mind swirled with the visions of Brightpaw, of the ripe swell of gravid bellies, the sweetness of milk and the suckle of tiny mouths on tender breasts. Flickertail wailed, crying out for the beast to tame him. Darkfang embraced the foxes, her arms around both he and Brightpaw. 

“Ungh,” she groaned. “Yes, almost…”

Her balls erupted, spraying her fertile seed deep. The newly formed womb of Flickertail jumped, lapping hungrily at the monster’s semen. His belly gurgled, growing ripe with fresh expansion. The monster bucked, locking them together, another ropy strand pumping from her shivering member. Darkfang panted, giving herself wholly to her newest conquest. The fox fell limp in her arms, his belly a swollen mound of sloshing semen. Strings of pearly seed spurted from his battered flower, running down her shaft to trickle over her balls. The scent of her semen hung thick in the air as she pulled her member free. Sticky ooze leaked from Flickertail’s bruised petals to run down his inner thigh. 

“My good boys,” Darkfang muttered. 

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Clawed fingers sought the warmth of one another in the lightless gloom. Their fingers entangled, the foxes dragged their weary bodies closer, enjoying the simple pleasures of their soft fur. Bellies, ripe and swollen pressed together, their unborn lashing out. They would ignore their broods, as they had done with so many others, instead, leaning closer. Breasts, tender and bloated, sagged from their chests. Milk flowed freely, leaking into the fur of their pregnant bellies as they kissed. 

“Mmm, Brightpaw,” whispered Flickertail. 

“Flickertail, I love you,” the little fox mumbled back. 

Lost in one another’s arms, neither fox heard the scuff of clawed feet, the rasp of a reptilian throat until the red eyes of Darkfang gleamed as two uncut rubies in the darkness. 

“I’m so pleased to see that my good boys are getting along,” she laughed. 

She knelt, her cock standing tall. 

“I’ve brought you something, dears. Please, enjoy.”

The two foxes struggled onto their knees, each coming to bring his lips to the monster’s cock. Tongues ran up each side of Darkfang’s rod, the two foxes licking the smooth, taut flesh. 

“My goodness,” exclaimed the monster. Her claw was on the belly of Flickertail. The fox’s tail wagged as he rose up to kiss her velvet tip. “Why, Flickertail, you are getting so big. Your time must be near.”

“Yes,” purred the fox. “I can feel the claws now, raking at the gate of my womb. Soon my offspring will rip free of my belly to begin its life.”

“Oh, how wonderful,” cried Brightpaw. “Then you can get pregnant again! I’m so jealous.”

“Oh now,” said Darkfang. “Your time will come soon enough.” She patted Brightpaw on the head. “And then you can both be pregnant.” The monster then fell silent. Tapping her fangs with a clawed finger, she then turned back to Flickertail. “Tell me, little fox. You mentioned a village?”

“Oh yes, Darkfang,” said Flickertail, his lips now sticky with her precum. “I came from a village.”

“And there are more foxes in this village?” The red eyes narrowed to thin slits of crimson.

“Many more,” cried Flickertail with glee. 

The monster’s lips curled into such a grin which would have chilled the blood, had she not been enshrouded in utter darkness. 

“Good…”