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This time we follow the seasoned adventurer wolf named Raigor as he's sent on the hardest mission known to adventurer kind, an escort mission; though this mission just seemed too good to be true for our little wolven adventurer.", "writing": "“Fifty silver pieces! All that just to help you deliver your goods to the next town over?!” I was so dumbfounded at what I heard I practically dropped my flagon of ale.\n\nI could barely register what the fox was saying, much less what a fox like him was doing here. Why the hell would he? He was tiny, practically small enough to fit in a chest! What was a runt like him doing carrying around such coins?\n\n“Yes, yes, and I cannot offer any more. It took almost all my capital just to get these goods” The fox was fidgeting in his seat across from me. There was a sense of worry written all across his face, a visage of dread or despair; yet urgency was another thing.\n\nHis clothes started making a bit more sense now. The frills, the laces, the pockets; he was some sort of merchant, or a royal bastard trying to make his way with what little daddy gave him. I could make this work.\n\n“What’s the catch” I lightly ask, this price was too good to be true, especially for an escort mission. I still remember the stories of caravan guards being sold on the side during these sorta missions.\n\n“There is no catch, just a simple guard job” The fox seemed to be at the end of his rope. Eyes sunken, and fur disheveled. The crimson of his fur seems to be muted by a thin layer of dirt and dust.\n\n“Throw in a few more coins” I sipped my ale, trying to show off more composure than I had. “and maybe we’ll have a deal” Jobs had been hard lately, and I’ve almost used up all the coins I got from my last dungeon delve on booze. I just wish I got a bigger cut, those blasted adventurers’ guild members just had to donate half of it; those pissants.\n\nThe fox stopped with his mouth agape, as if already formulating what words to say, maybe even denying me the increase; yet no words came. Silence flowed from his unmoving mouth before it abruptly closed. Silence followed for a few seconds, the time filled with the ambient noise of the tavern on a quiet night.\n\n“Sundial’s a ticking” I say taking another swig of my nearly empty flagon of ale. Bite the bait you prissy merchant!\n\nWith eyes clenched tight, the fox grabbed his cream colored chin. Kneading away at his fur he seemed to be deep in thought. So deep in thought he began to try and tap his foot that barely reached the tavern’s wooden floor. If he wasn’t hiring me, I’d say he even looked cute looking so serious over there.\n\n“Ugh, fine, deal, whatever. eighty silver pieces for the big bad wolf to escort me!” Fox said, suddenly stepping out of his chair, already standing tall, he still barely reached my chest standing up. I couldn’t help but smile looking down on the cute little red ball of fluff so flustered before me “We meet outside in an hour, capiche?”\n\n“What do I call you?” I ask, knowing a client’s name is often the first step to a good deal. But the fox was in so much of a hurry he forgot to introduce himself “Can’t exactly call you fox the entire trip now can I?”\n\n“Fox will do” I tilted my head in confusion, fox was not a good name, heck it wasn’t even a name; it was what he was “The less we know about each other the better”\n\n“Fine, fine, Mr. Fox” I raise my feet not wanting to continue our conversation more than it needed to “You, can call me Raigor, or wolf if you prefer”\n\nWith a nod, the Fox threw a coin pouch onto the table as he stood. I could see it was no ordinary pouch. It gleamed in the tavern’s candlelight as if it was made of some sort of silk rather than leather. I just hit the jackpot.\n\n“Sure, sure, I get the message, see ya in an hour” I shoo him away in an effort to count how much he left in the pouch for me; and maybe get a few more rounds of ale before we leave. Maybe a bite before we go too. I don't know\n\nPouring out the coins on the table, I couldn’t help but only count thirty of the owed eighty. Was this little fox trying to dupe ol’ Raigor? Looking around, I could already see the Fox had made himself scarce and almost made his way to the exit, emphasis on almost.\n\n“Oh and when do I get the rest of my pay?” I quickly made my way to the fox, blocking the exit. I looked down on him, baring my teeth, showing I meant business, and business did not mean less than half upfront.\n\n“You get the rest when we get there” The little fox had the gall to not even notice my threat as he just made his way around me, casually leaving me with his crummy thirty silver. I was pissed, I was angry, but mostly I was hungry. I’m sure to get every last silver that dumb little fox owes me if it's the last thing I do, but now I need to eat.\n\nMy meal eventually came, the slab of faux meat calming my nerves, but maybe it was the ale too. That blasted fox, if only I weren’t a seriously civilized warg, I would’ve taken everything from that dainty fox, not even sparing the clothes on his back. Suddenly a mental image of the fox, naked and shivering in nothing but his muted crimson fur in the forest entered my mind. I felt my loins stir at the thought, only another swig of my ale pushed that blasted thought out of my mind. Stupid sexy tiny fox.\n\nWithout even realizing it, enough time had passed that I saw the fox impatiently waiting and tapping his foot by the tavern’s entrance. Glaring at me from across the room with an expectant gaze. I saw him motion to his wrist as if it meant something. Taking it as a notion for me to move faster, I begrudgingly obliged, slinging my pack over my back in the process.\n\n“So where’s our cargo?” I want to get this over with. The sooner I finish this job the sooner I get the rest of my pay.\n\nWithout saying a word, the fox motioned me to follow with a wave of his finger. I obliged, following obediently without a second thought, then it hit me. I felt like a feral dog being led by the leash. I felt humiliated, and I even felt my face redden from the sheer strangeness of the thoughts going through my mind.\n\nPushing those thoughts aside, I proceeded to focus on the cold wind that blew all around us. I could feel the sting of the oncoming winter, sans the snow. It was already cold as it was. But to think even with my thick coat of fur I was almost shivering in this state.\n\n“Here” The fox said as we had finally made our destination. It wasn’t much to look at, even for a merchant’s cart, yet it was enough it seemed. A simple wooden cart lay before us, its back covered in a tarp and its front open enough for two passengers.\n\n“Where’re the horses?” I ask, I had never used a cart before, but often heard of horsemen being paid to pull them. Heck I even heard some carriages were made just to pull people around in the big cities!\n\nI felt a churning in my gut, this job was sounding stranger and stranger after each reveal. First it was the nighttime escort, now a horseless cart, what’s next? Human cargo? Ha!\n\n“This carriage my fine lupine fellow” The fox spoke with a sort of pride in his voice telling me this absurdity “For only the spirits and magics of old are needed to make this fine carriage move!”\n\nAnd on cue, the carriage suddenly levitated a few inches off the floor. Its wheels had folded under the cart’s cabin, spinning as if pushing wind against the ground. I could feel the fox look at my slack jawed expression with satisfaction at his reveal.\n\n“What madness is this!?” I immediately dropped my pack and went in closer. Just to make sure my eyes weren’t deceiving me I slid my hand between the cart and the floor, feeling nothing but air being pushed downward.\n\nI had dreamed and heard of newfangled carriages looking stranger and stranger, yet a floating one that lacked coollies. Magic really does bring about strange wonders.\n\n“Not madness dear Raigor, but magic. One I’m currently developing” There was a sadness in his voice, one I did not pick up on nor cared as I kept gawking at the strange floating apparatus “This magic is set to be presented to the council once we convene at the next city, and that’s where you come in”\n\nI suddenly stared at the fox, more annoyed than dumbfounded at this point. What did he mean this is where I come in? I don’t know how to steer a normal carriage, much less a magic one!\n\n“You see, we need to keep this baby a secret” with a clap of the foxes’ hands the carriage whirred back to its inert state, akin to a normal cart. It now stood there unassuming, as if it wasn’t floating a few inches off the ground mere moments ago “You my fine friend are set to pull this baby all night until we reach the capital”\n\n“This was not a part of the deal” The way the fox said it matter of factly was what put me off. Me!? Pulling a magic cart? “Why can’t we just fly it out right now?”\n\n“You see, the reason why I need you to pull the cart and at night of all times” The fox proceeded to the back of the cart, rummaging around under its canvas tarp “cos’ we need a low profile, and a flying magical glowing cart does not scream low-profile”\n\n“Hmmm, I don’t know?” Should I stoop so low as to become someone’s literal pack horse for a few coins? Eighty is a lot, but is it enough for me to throw my pride into the mud?\n\n*Sigh* the fox suddenly pulled something shiny from his pocket, something he threw directly in my direction. I instinctively caught the object, its yellow glint catching my eye. After catching the bugger and looking at what lay in my hand, my jaw dropped for a third time today. It was gold!\n\n“I hope this will make the decision easier?” I was holding actual honest-to-Aether gold! I skeptically look at the fox, who only returned my skepticism with a sneer. There was a tell tale yellow glint coming from his coin pouch as he opened it a bit, flashing me a sight of his gold. “There’s more where that came from my little lupine”\n\n“Harumph” I leaned back onto the side of the cart, deep in thought. Just one gold coin was enough to cover my meals and lodging for a month, maybe even more. With a sigh, I reluctantly agree, to pull the cart “Come on, the sooner we leave the faster this is over”\n\nThe sound of crackling lightning and the thunderous boom that followed resounded through the forest. As if the heavens themselves were telling me how bad this job was going to be. I shiver at the thought of what could possibly happen, but I push those notions aside remembering the gold I was promised.\n\n“That’s what I love to hear” His stripes were practically bristling with excitement at my words. A bit too eager, he immediately went and sat at the carts’ helm. He seemed a bit too used to the prospect of people agreeing with what he said “Let’s get this show on the road!”\n\nThe sun had already dipped even before we started our journey. With only moonlight to guide us and a little lamp at the front, we were both squinting and just following the dirt caked road. Every few steps I could feel the cart jostle behind me, the sounds of glasses and metal clinking became our music aside from the sound of crickets and forest life.\n\nEerie silence surrounded us, save for the sound of the fox falling asleep a few miles back. I laughed at the thought of just robbing the little merchant and running away with his gold. I laughed because I knew I’d never do that, but had it been any other adventurer, that may have been the case.\n\nAs we came upon a fork in the road, I turned around to wake up my “weary” ward, only to hear an ominous rattle of chains and metal somewhere behind one of the paths. I immediately feared the worst and veered the cart down into a nearby ditch, making sure to hide the large wooden frame in the shadows of the foliage.\n\n“What’s the big idea!?” The fox said, abruptly awoken from his beauty sleep. Rather than letting him utter another peep, I quickly clasp my hand over his mouth. I glare at him placing a free finger over my mouth signaling him to be a good quiet little fox, even if just for a moment.\n\nThe fox struggled a bit, that is until I proceeded to tighten my grip and glare at him like an angry parent at a child. And like a petulant child, the fox decided to calm down. I slowly let him up from his current position, that is, up enough to just peer past his now upturned seat. What we saw made us both audibly gasp.\n\nSlowly, we saw a procession of chain and iron as rows of anthros were lined up, all connected by iron chains that seemed to be strapped to manacles around both their feet and their wrists. I had to let go of the fox and cover my own mouth just to avoid retching at the sight.\n\nSlavers, there was no doubt about it. The lines of practically naked folk all lined up in chains said enough. The sound of iron hitting iron was palpable through the air with how big their manacles were, they must’ve weighed quite a bit, their legs were barely moving as they trodded forward, each one slowly shuffling forward unable to raise even an inch of the floor before being put down once more.\n\nSlavers have existed for centuries in these isles, even a few from my tribe once fell victim to these kinds of barbarians as they were taken away in raids long past. I shudder just at the thought of those times, back when I was but a wee lad forced to watch my own kin be taken away never to be seen again.\n\nThree six foot tall rat-kin clad in loose fitting brown robes, each one more tattered than the last. Each one donned a faded helmet maroon in color, as if from a long time lost, or just worn from use. I had never seen such rat-folk this far west, and I had especially never heard of them becoming slavers in the first place.\n\nThe ratfolk continued, leading what I counted to be around twenty slaves. As they passed us, I could see they were all naked, and all male. They were naked as the day they were born, save for blindfolds around their eyes, the blasted manacles, and what seemed to be a strange metal contraption strapped to their crotch. I could only shiver in horror and disgust at what they had to go through.\n\nI could only look in horror at the menagerie of victims these bastards have taken. I could see furs of all different sizes among their “quarry”. There were white and brown bears, a rarity here, whose height dwarfed even mine; there were other canids whose snouts have been too covered to identify their skin and hair so matted they almost passed off as jackal kin; there were even quite a few felines as small as my fox companion, their dainty paws showing just how comically large their bindings was, and how it weighed down on them the worst.\n\nTheir bondage seems to be even more tortuous than I thought. I could see each slave had their hands bound behind their back, a short chain linked to the collar of the slave behind them. Each slave was kept in a hunch, yet with their hands behind their backs, it left their crotches out in the open, enough for me to see they weren’t even free down there.\n\nThe strange metal I saw glinting on their crotches were not codpieces that I originally thought but some sort of perverted chastity cage. Varying sizes of metal tubes held their sheaths in place, small and crudely made as the quality of iron seemed to be like those of their manacles, shabby and worn. With an opening at the tip I guess it was only to keep them from their carnal pleasures. A tight looking metal ring wraps around their balls, acting like some sort of vise holding the entire frame in place.\n\nMuzzles covered their faces, all furs big and small. These poor souls had lost everything, their freedom, their sense of self, and even their voice. One slave suddenly turned in our direction, a bunny it seems, his large ears twitching as if he heard us. I could only watch in horror as he seemed to beg us for help. He was blindfolded like the rest, yet heard us. He might’ve been unsure if we were even there yet he took the chance to ask for help. I could feel my heart wrench at my inability to help them. I could only grip my sword tighter, angry at my current state.\n\nI had to steel myself just to avert my eyes from those poor furs. I instead focused my attention to their “handlers'' whose stature and kin caught my eye. Strange rat-folk led the perverted parade of power. Yet they were unlike any rat folk I had seen before.\n\nForgetting about the fox, I was ready to draw my sword and fight the three rat-kin up front. That is, until a familiar hand tugged at my shirt sleeved. Practically sneering, I looked back at the fox only to see him point somewhere behind the line of slaves. There was more rat-kin.\n\nThese ones weren’t as tall as the previous ones up front, heck they were practically tiny in comparison. Yet they seemed to be hiding something under their own brown robes, something that seemed oddly like a weapon. I cast aside my notions of heroism, if not for the situation, I had already jumped in to help them.\n\n“Skkrk.. Kkck… Qkk!” One of the rat-folk shouted to the slaves, only for them to part their robes. The rat-kin was naked under his robes, which was a surprise, yet the weapon he drew was even stranger. In his hands was a strange piece of metal akin to a cross between a trident and a barrel. Its sides were lined with metal that seemed burned long ago, and lightning arcing every so often against his bare fur.\n\nI couldn’t help but oggle at his tiny sheath… err… I mean his strange armament. Its tip glowed a deep emerald green before releasing a green arc of lightning that caught one of the slaves straight in the back. The lightning seems to have caught onto his cuffs as all the surrounding slaves seemed to have felt it too.\n\nAll the slaves quickly moved faster, not even caring about the one that got hit with the brunt of the shot. I could see he was on the brink of passing out, saliva dripping from the sheer tiredness of probably walking all night from Aether knows where.\n\nA few seconds pass before they disappear down one of the roads’ multiple forks, their path hopefully never crossing mine once more or so help me Aether. I get the cart back on the road, the fox only giving me a cursory forlorn glance before looking off into the distance.\n\n“So, which way do we go?” I was trying to forget what we had just witnessed out of my mind, but it was becoming harder and harder just thinking about how they looked in their bindings “We need to hurry before we meet any damned slavers”\n\nThe fox only replied by pointing down one lane, the very same one the slavers went down earlier. Well, there goes trying to avoid the slavers. I just hope we can end the day and I can finally leave this Aether-forsaken region.\n\n“I’ve worked with them once you know” I looked at the fox in horror, his words making me do a double take while he continued to stare off into space “It was just business of course, but it was hard”\n\nI felt a sour taste spread in my mouth as I continued to walk forward. I was at a loss of words at what I just heard. Business?! With those bastards?! What would a merchant even need to trade with them for?\n\n“What kind of business?” I had to keep the anger in my voice in check. This merchant may have been more of a bastard than bargained for, but he was still my client. For now at least.\n\nThe fox began to rub his neck, as if thinking of what to say next. I could see sweat form at his brow as he was deep in thought, thinking about his next reply. The forest sounded even quieter as I pulled the cart whilst waiting for his reply.\n\n“Well you saw that strange weapon right?” I did not like where this conversation was going, not one bit “Well, I sort of, traded for some of it”\n\n“What did you trade?” I asked stopping the cart, the sudden halt jostling everything in the cart, even its lone passenger.\n\n“That tech was brilliant when I first saw it!” The fox didn’t even try and look me in the eye as he spoke “I couldn’t believe it when I heard some new folk could harness lightning into metal”\n\n“What did you trade fox?!” I turned around at this point, I had let go of the reins and turned to stare up at the fox in his seat.\n\n“It’s what runs this beautiful beast, can't you believe it!?” There was a sadness in his voice, but it felt off. Something felt off about this fox ever since we first met and I was definitely starting to regret taking on this job. “I paid a hefty price to get enough to even make just one of these babies”\n\n“WHAT, DID, YOU, TRADE!?” I ask once more, each word slow and concise, my right hand already ready at the hilt of my sword.\n\n“IT WAS PEOPLE! Alright, there I said it” The fox was pouting now, forced to reveal his secret. The sour taste finally changed into a bitter one at the realization of the cost of what I had been pulling for the last few hours like a pack horse.\n\nI felt my entire body droop, my hand almost letting go of the sword. There was a deep sadness that spread through my body at the thought of what I had been hauling, of how it was made, of where it came from. It took every ounce of patience I had just to not strike down the dainty fox right then and there.\n\n“Quickly now, we don’t have enough moonlight to hide tonight, we need to move” I comply, though it seems my spirit seems to have left my body. My legs felt like lead as I walked, I just wanted this day to end, for this job to end and I can put all this slaver business behind me.\n\nWe continued on our journey in silence. I just didn’t know what to say, and the fox didn’t either, he was just looking up at the moon, unmoving, unyielding. I wonder what was going behind that damned merchant’s mind.\n\n“You know, Raigor, I’ve decided” this was the first time I’ve heard my name come from the fox’s mouth which came as a surprise. Just what has gotten to the merchant to call me by my name “I’ve decided I can use the cart’s flight capabilities now”\n\n“That sure is some good news, my back was..” As I turned to speak, I suddenly got a faceful of some sort of green mist that left me hacking and coughing. I couldn’t even muster a reaction as I felt my body fall to the ground.\n\nThe sudden shift in gravity left my head spinning. I tried to get up, yet I was unable to move my body, much to my chagrin. I could feel my entire body straining to move, yet only numbness persisted.\n\n“Emphasis on “I” though Raigor” Suddenly I could hear the sound of the fox rummaging around in the back of his cart once more “Not enough space to fit the both of us now is there?”\n\nI tried to scream out, for help, for anyone really; yet no sound came. I couldn’t help but feel my eyes droop from whatever was blown in my face, probably some sort of muscle relaxant or something. I tried to move my arms and legs once more, only getting a twitch here or there, I was helpless, stuck, and it was probably going to get worse.\n\nI felt something rummaging through my pockets. Probably the fox taking what little he paid me already and then some. It wasn’t enough he paralyzed me but he was also robbing me.\n\nI felt my vision darken, not by choice as my eyes began to close ever so slowly. That is until I felt a kick in my stomach push me onto my back. There was no pain yet I knew I had been kicked. There was a certain force, though numb, that felt like a foot making impact with my body.\n\nI was looking at the stars now, was this it? A strange red star seemed to rise in the night sky, calling out to the darkness, a beacon of some sort. Was I to join the Aether like my brethren before me? Probably not since I came face to face with the fox’s manic grin. His smile was strange now, deranged, his fur fraying and splitting at the ends. He seemed to have lost all his cool now. I could see his mouth moving. He sounded far away but I could catch a few words here and there.\n\nAfter realizing my hearing was shot, he proceeded to continue what he was doing. I suddenly felt the stark cold sharp pang of a blade pressed against my neck. I felt my blood run like ice as I imagined what he planned to do with that blade. My fears were abated though as I felt the blade slide its way down, making its way past my neck and tearing at my leather shirt.\n\nI felt my face run flush as I felt the cold night air caress my now bare chest. They perked up enough to attract the fox’s attention who took his time pinching them. After making sure they were thoroughly played with, I felt his blade glide around my stomach before making short work of my pants.\n\nI began to feel the effects of the powder fade away now, yet not enough to actually move; just enough to feel the fox’s damned hands’ handiwork. I felt his hands work along my thigh, his soft paw pads caressing my inner thigh as they moved. I suddenly felt myself mentally jump as I felt a wet tongue run a line from my knee to my hip.\n\nI was now wearing nothing but my loincloth. A piece of tattered cloth I hadn’t washed in who knows how long. The fox seemed to relish this fact as he slowly undid its lace revealing my cock to the elements. Without realizing it, I was already half-hard at this point, the embarrassment only adding to my already reddening face. It was worse enough to be naked out in the woods like this, but for my cock to start peaking out of its sheath was the worst of all.\n\nI opened my mouth once more, silently trying to fight the fox’s advances only to be returned with a gag made from my own loincloth. I could taste my own musk as I was forced to breathe in my own sweat. My head spun with the intensity of a small gramophone like in some inns.\n\nUnable to move, I laid there helpless as the Fox left my half-hard cock to the whims of the wind. The only warmth it felt was the fox’s hands moments ago, now the cold wind felt a stark reminder of how cruel he was. My eyes darted around trying to see what the fox was doing next, though the feeling of cold metal around my ankles told me enough.\n\nI thought death was the worst option, I thought death would have been my loss, yet it seemed the fox had an even more dastardly thought in mind. Next I felt the metal on my ankles get linked by a chain so short it forced my knees together. I was still on my back at this point and the fox seemed to want to work from the bottom up.\n\nLike the metal around my ankles, I practically yelped with the gag in my mouth as soon as I felt a familiar sensation around my crotch. A cold ring was fitted over my now softening cock, resting at the base of my sheath and balls. It was a snug fit, especially when a metal cap was fitted over my sheath, the dense metal forcing my cock back into its furry housing.\n\nMy hearing was returning now as I heard an audible click, though the sound still muddled as if a great distance away. I felt my body squirm under the fox’s touch. The cold metal slowly warmed with how intimate it was with my body heat.\n\nI slowly felt my hands regain their volition as I slowly moved my fingers. Though before I could even make a closed fist, the fox was one step ahead of me. He walked towards my arms now, raising both above my head and wrapping some more iron manacles around them.\n\nI was on my ass now, the fox pushing with great strain to put me in a sitting position. It seemed being paralyzed had its perks at the moment. As my hands hung slackly behind my back, they were now bound by an even shorter chain connecting them.\n\nNext came a collar which was quickly wrapped around my neck. It clung tightly around my neck, practically crushing my windpipe. I felt my breath slow down as it crushed my throat, yet I was still able to breath, albeit harder.\n\n“Now, I’m pretty sure you can stand up?” The fox said slapping my face with the force of a hundred butterflies, that is to say almost no strength at all “My friends are almost here and you’re almost ready”\n\nI was still a bit groggy, but I saw what he meant, two of the previous rat-kin were walking out from the shadow of the forest. They were still as imposing as ever clad in their ragged brown robes and rusted red armor.\n\nThe fox quickly came to greet the two rat-kin, after an exchange of squeaking and pointing at me here and there, the two rat-kin beckoned another rat-kin from the forest forward. This one shorter, naked and carrying some sort of box that seemed double their weight.\n\nAs soon as the fox was done inspecting the box’s contents, he handed one of the two big rat-kins a length of chain. One that I learned led to my collar; as soon as they had it in hand, I felt a rugged tug that left me face first in the dry earth.\n\n“Skkrk.. Kkck… Qkk!” there it is again, the words those rat-kin spoke before. I felt another tug of the chain forcing me onto my feet. Soon I was forced to follow the two rat-kin through the forest, every step a hobble with how short the chain between my legs were. I only pray this was not the end for my adventures, that this was not the end of Raigor the Great; though with all of these metal accessories I got on me, I felt that this might be it, my final adventure.", "writing_bbcode_parsed": "“Fifty silver pieces! All that just to help you deliver your goods to the next town over?!” I was so dumbfounded at what I heard I practically dropped my flagon of ale.

I could barely register what the fox was saying, much less what a fox like him was doing here. Why the hell would he? He was tiny, practically small enough to fit in a chest! What was a runt like him doing carrying around such coins?

“Yes, yes, and I cannot offer any more. It took almost all my capital just to get these goods” The fox was fidgeting in his seat across from me. There was a sense of worry written all across his face, a visage of dread or despair; yet urgency was another thing.

His clothes started making a bit more sense now. The frills, the laces, the pockets; he was some sort of merchant, or a royal bastard trying to make his way with what little daddy gave him. I could make this work.

“What’s the catch” I lightly ask, this price was too good to be true, especially for an escort mission. I still remember the stories of caravan guards being sold on the side during these sorta missions.

“There is no catch, just a simple guard job” The fox seemed to be at the end of his rope. Eyes sunken, and fur disheveled. The crimson of his fur seems to be muted by a thin layer of dirt and dust.

“Throw in a few more coins” I sipped my ale, trying to show off more composure than I had. “and maybe we’ll have a deal” Jobs had been hard lately, and I’ve almost used up all the coins I got from my last dungeon delve on booze. I just wish I got a bigger cut, those blasted adventurers’ guild members just had to donate half of it; those pissants.

The fox stopped with his mouth agape, as if already formulating what words to say, maybe even denying me the increase; yet no words came. Silence flowed from his unmoving mouth before it abruptly closed. Silence followed for a few seconds, the time filled with the ambient noise of the tavern on a quiet night.

“Sundial’s a ticking” I say taking another swig of my nearly empty flagon of ale. Bite the bait you prissy merchant!

With eyes clenched tight, the fox grabbed his cream colored chin. Kneading away at his fur he seemed to be deep in thought. So deep in thought he began to try and tap his foot that barely reached the tavern’s wooden floor. If he wasn’t hiring me, I’d say he even looked cute looking so serious over there.

“Ugh, fine, deal, whatever. eighty silver pieces for the big bad wolf to escort me!” Fox said, suddenly stepping out of his chair, already standing tall, he still barely reached my chest standing up. I couldn’t help but smile looking down on the cute little red ball of fluff so flustered before me “We meet outside in an hour, capiche?”

“What do I call you?” I ask, knowing a client’s name is often the first step to a good deal. But the fox was in so much of a hurry he forgot to introduce himself “Can’t exactly call you fox the entire trip now can I?”

“Fox will do” I tilted my head in confusion, fox was not a good name, heck it wasn’t even a name; it was what he was “The less we know about each other the better”

“Fine, fine, Mr. Fox” I raise my feet not wanting to continue our conversation more than it needed to “You, can call me Raigor, or wolf if you prefer”

With a nod, the Fox threw a coin pouch onto the table as he stood. I could see it was no ordinary pouch. It gleamed in the tavern’s candlelight as if it was made of some sort of silk rather than leather. I just hit the jackpot.

“Sure, sure, I get the message, see ya in an hour” I shoo him away in an effort to count how much he left in the pouch for me; and maybe get a few more rounds of ale before we leave. Maybe a bite before we go too. I don't know

Pouring out the coins on the table, I couldn’t help but only count thirty of the owed eighty. Was this little fox trying to dupe ol’ Raigor? Looking around, I could already see the Fox had made himself scarce and almost made his way to the exit, emphasis on almost.

“Oh and when do I get the rest of my pay?” I quickly made my way to the fox, blocking the exit. I looked down on him, baring my teeth, showing I meant business, and business did not mean less than half upfront.

“You get the rest when we get there” The little fox had the gall to not even notice my threat as he just made his way around me, casually leaving me with his crummy thirty silver. I was pissed, I was angry, but mostly I was hungry. I’m sure to get every last silver that dumb little fox owes me if it's the last thing I do, but now I need to eat.

My meal eventually came, the slab of faux meat calming my nerves, but maybe it was the ale too. That blasted fox, if only I weren’t a seriously civilized warg, I would’ve taken everything from that dainty fox, not even sparing the clothes on his back. Suddenly a mental image of the fox, naked and shivering in nothing but his muted crimson fur in the forest entered my mind. I felt my loins stir at the thought, only another swig of my ale pushed that blasted thought out of my mind. Stupid sexy tiny fox.

Without even realizing it, enough time had passed that I saw the fox impatiently waiting and tapping his foot by the tavern’s entrance. Glaring at me from across the room with an expectant gaze. I saw him motion to his wrist as if it meant something. Taking it as a notion for me to move faster, I begrudgingly obliged, slinging my pack over my back in the process.

“So where’s our cargo?” I want to get this over with. The sooner I finish this job the sooner I get the rest of my pay.

Without saying a word, the fox motioned me to follow with a wave of his finger. I obliged, following obediently without a second thought, then it hit me. I felt like a feral dog being led by the leash. I felt humiliated, and I even felt my face redden from the sheer strangeness of the thoughts going through my mind.

Pushing those thoughts aside, I proceeded to focus on the cold wind that blew all around us. I could feel the sting of the oncoming winter, sans the snow. It was already cold as it was. But to think even with my thick coat of fur I was almost shivering in this state.

“Here” The fox said as we had finally made our destination. It wasn’t much to look at, even for a merchant’s cart, yet it was enough it seemed. A simple wooden cart lay before us, its back covered in a tarp and its front open enough for two passengers.

“Where’re the horses?” I ask, I had never used a cart before, but often heard of horsemen being paid to pull them. Heck I even heard some carriages were made just to pull people around in the big cities!

I felt a churning in my gut, this job was sounding stranger and stranger after each reveal. First it was the nighttime escort, now a horseless cart, what’s next? Human cargo? Ha!

“This carriage my fine lupine fellow” The fox spoke with a sort of pride in his voice telling me this absurdity “For only the spirits and magics of old are needed to make this fine carriage move!”

And on cue, the carriage suddenly levitated a few inches off the floor. Its wheels had folded under the cart’s cabin, spinning as if pushing wind against the ground. I could feel the fox look at my slack jawed expression with satisfaction at his reveal.

“What madness is this!?” I immediately dropped my pack and went in closer. Just to make sure my eyes weren’t deceiving me I slid my hand between the cart and the floor, feeling nothing but air being pushed downward.

I had dreamed and heard of newfangled carriages looking stranger and stranger, yet a floating one that lacked coollies. Magic really does bring about strange wonders.

“Not madness dear Raigor, but magic. One I’m currently developing” There was a sadness in his voice, one I did not pick up on nor cared as I kept gawking at the strange floating apparatus “This magic is set to be presented to the council once we convene at the next city, and that’s where you come in”

I suddenly stared at the fox, more annoyed than dumbfounded at this point. What did he mean this is where I come in? I don’t know how to steer a normal carriage, much less a magic one!

“You see, we need to keep this baby a secret” with a clap of the foxes’ hands the carriage whirred back to its inert state, akin to a normal cart. It now stood there unassuming, as if it wasn’t floating a few inches off the ground mere moments ago “You my fine friend are set to pull this baby all night until we reach the capital”

“This was not a part of the deal” The way the fox said it matter of factly was what put me off. Me!? Pulling a magic cart? “Why can’t we just fly it out right now?”

“You see, the reason why I need you to pull the cart and at night of all times” The fox proceeded to the back of the cart, rummaging around under its canvas tarp “cos’ we need a low profile, and a flying magical glowing cart does not scream low-profile”

“Hmmm, I don’t know?” Should I stoop so low as to become someone’s literal pack horse for a few coins? Eighty is a lot, but is it enough for me to throw my pride into the mud?

*Sigh* the fox suddenly pulled something shiny from his pocket, something he threw directly in my direction. I instinctively caught the object, its yellow glint catching my eye. After catching the bugger and looking at what lay in my hand, my jaw dropped for a third time today. It was gold!

“I hope this will make the decision easier?” I was holding actual honest-to-Aether gold! I skeptically look at the fox, who only returned my skepticism with a sneer. There was a tell tale yellow glint coming from his coin pouch as he opened it a bit, flashing me a sight of his gold. “There’s more where that came from my little lupine”

“Harumph” I leaned back onto the side of the cart, deep in thought. Just one gold coin was enough to cover my meals and lodging for a month, maybe even more. With a sigh, I reluctantly agree, to pull the cart “Come on, the sooner we leave the faster this is over”

The sound of crackling lightning and the thunderous boom that followed resounded through the forest. As if the heavens themselves were telling me how bad this job was going to be. I shiver at the thought of what could possibly happen, but I push those notions aside remembering the gold I was promised.

“That’s what I love to hear” His stripes were practically bristling with excitement at my words. A bit too eager, he immediately went and sat at the carts’ helm. He seemed a bit too used to the prospect of people agreeing with what he said “Let’s get this show on the road!”

The sun had already dipped even before we started our journey. With only moonlight to guide us and a little lamp at the front, we were both squinting and just following the dirt caked road. Every few steps I could feel the cart jostle behind me, the sounds of glasses and metal clinking became our music aside from the sound of crickets and forest life.

Eerie silence surrounded us, save for the sound of the fox falling asleep a few miles back. I laughed at the thought of just robbing the little merchant and running away with his gold. I laughed because I knew I’d never do that, but had it been any other adventurer, that may have been the case.

As we came upon a fork in the road, I turned around to wake up my “weary” ward, only to hear an ominous rattle of chains and metal somewhere behind one of the paths. I immediately feared the worst and veered the cart down into a nearby ditch, making sure to hide the large wooden frame in the shadows of the foliage.

“What’s the big idea!?” The fox said, abruptly awoken from his beauty sleep. Rather than letting him utter another peep, I quickly clasp my hand over his mouth. I glare at him placing a free finger over my mouth signaling him to be a good quiet little fox, even if just for a moment.

The fox struggled a bit, that is until I proceeded to tighten my grip and glare at him like an angry parent at a child. And like a petulant child, the fox decided to calm down. I slowly let him up from his current position, that is, up enough to just peer past his now upturned seat. What we saw made us both audibly gasp.

Slowly, we saw a procession of chain and iron as rows of anthros were lined up, all connected by iron chains that seemed to be strapped to manacles around both their feet and their wrists. I had to let go of the fox and cover my own mouth just to avoid retching at the sight.

Slavers, there was no doubt about it. The lines of practically naked folk all lined up in chains said enough. The sound of iron hitting iron was palpable through the air with how big their manacles were, they must’ve weighed quite a bit, their legs were barely moving as they trodded forward, each one slowly shuffling forward unable to raise even an inch of the floor before being put down once more.

Slavers have existed for centuries in these isles, even a few from my tribe once fell victim to these kinds of barbarians as they were taken away in raids long past. I shudder just at the thought of those times, back when I was but a wee lad forced to watch my own kin be taken away never to be seen again.

Three six foot tall rat-kin clad in loose fitting brown robes, each one more tattered than the last. Each one donned a faded helmet maroon in color, as if from a long time lost, or just worn from use. I had never seen such rat-folk this far west, and I had especially never heard of them becoming slavers in the first place.

The ratfolk continued, leading what I counted to be around twenty slaves. As they passed us, I could see they were all naked, and all male. They were naked as the day they were born, save for blindfolds around their eyes, the blasted manacles, and what seemed to be a strange metal contraption strapped to their crotch. I could only shiver in horror and disgust at what they had to go through.

I could only look in horror at the menagerie of victims these bastards have taken. I could see furs of all different sizes among their “quarry”. There were white and brown bears, a rarity here, whose height dwarfed even mine; there were other canids whose snouts have been too covered to identify their skin and hair so matted they almost passed off as jackal kin; there were even quite a few felines as small as my fox companion, their dainty paws showing just how comically large their bindings was, and how it weighed down on them the worst.

Their bondage seems to be even more tortuous than I thought. I could see each slave had their hands bound behind their back, a short chain linked to the collar of the slave behind them. Each slave was kept in a hunch, yet with their hands behind their backs, it left their crotches out in the open, enough for me to see they weren’t even free down there.

The strange metal I saw glinting on their crotches were not codpieces that I originally thought but some sort of perverted chastity cage. Varying sizes of metal tubes held their sheaths in place, small and crudely made as the quality of iron seemed to be like those of their manacles, shabby and worn. With an opening at the tip I guess it was only to keep them from their carnal pleasures. A tight looking metal ring wraps around their balls, acting like some sort of vise holding the entire frame in place.

Muzzles covered their faces, all furs big and small. These poor souls had lost everything, their freedom, their sense of self, and even their voice. One slave suddenly turned in our direction, a bunny it seems, his large ears twitching as if he heard us. I could only watch in horror as he seemed to beg us for help. He was blindfolded like the rest, yet heard us. He might’ve been unsure if we were even there yet he took the chance to ask for help. I could feel my heart wrench at my inability to help them. I could only grip my sword tighter, angry at my current state.

I had to steel myself just to avert my eyes from those poor furs. I instead focused my attention to their “handlers'' whose stature and kin caught my eye. Strange rat-folk led the perverted parade of power. Yet they were unlike any rat folk I had seen before.

Forgetting about the fox, I was ready to draw my sword and fight the three rat-kin up front. That is, until a familiar hand tugged at my shirt sleeved. Practically sneering, I looked back at the fox only to see him point somewhere behind the line of slaves. There was more rat-kin.

These ones weren’t as tall as the previous ones up front, heck they were practically tiny in comparison. Yet they seemed to be hiding something under their own brown robes, something that seemed oddly like a weapon. I cast aside my notions of heroism, if not for the situation, I had already jumped in to help them.

“Skkrk.. Kkck… Qkk!” One of the rat-folk shouted to the slaves, only for them to part their robes. The rat-kin was naked under his robes, which was a surprise, yet the weapon he drew was even stranger. In his hands was a strange piece of metal akin to a cross between a trident and a barrel. Its sides were lined with metal that seemed burned long ago, and lightning arcing every so often against his bare fur.

I couldn’t help but oggle at his tiny sheath… err… I mean his strange armament. Its tip glowed a deep emerald green before releasing a green arc of lightning that caught one of the slaves straight in the back. The lightning seems to have caught onto his cuffs as all the surrounding slaves seemed to have felt it too.

All the slaves quickly moved faster, not even caring about the one that got hit with the brunt of the shot. I could see he was on the brink of passing out, saliva dripping from the sheer tiredness of probably walking all night from Aether knows where.

A few seconds pass before they disappear down one of the roads’ multiple forks, their path hopefully never crossing mine once more or so help me Aether. I get the cart back on the road, the fox only giving me a cursory forlorn glance before looking off into the distance.

“So, which way do we go?” I was trying to forget what we had just witnessed out of my mind, but it was becoming harder and harder just thinking about how they looked in their bindings “We need to hurry before we meet any damned slavers”

The fox only replied by pointing down one lane, the very same one the slavers went down earlier. Well, there goes trying to avoid the slavers. I just hope we can end the day and I can finally leave this Aether-forsaken region.

“I’ve worked with them once you know” I looked at the fox in horror, his words making me do a double take while he continued to stare off into space “It was just business of course, but it was hard”

I felt a sour taste spread in my mouth as I continued to walk forward. I was at a loss of words at what I just heard. Business?! With those bastards?! What would a merchant even need to trade with them for?

“What kind of business?” I had to keep the anger in my voice in check. This merchant may have been more of a bastard than bargained for, but he was still my client. For now at least.

The fox began to rub his neck, as if thinking of what to say next. I could see sweat form at his brow as he was deep in thought, thinking about his next reply. The forest sounded even quieter as I pulled the cart whilst waiting for his reply.

“Well you saw that strange weapon right?” I did not like where this conversation was going, not one bit “Well, I sort of, traded for some of it”

“What did you trade?” I asked stopping the cart, the sudden halt jostling everything in the cart, even its lone passenger.

“That tech was brilliant when I first saw it!” The fox didn’t even try and look me in the eye as he spoke “I couldn’t believe it when I heard some new folk could harness lightning into metal”

“What did you trade fox?!” I turned around at this point, I had let go of the reins and turned to stare up at the fox in his seat.

“It’s what runs this beautiful beast, can't you believe it!?” There was a sadness in his voice, but it felt off. Something felt off about this fox ever since we first met and I was definitely starting to regret taking on this job. “I paid a hefty price to get enough to even make just one of these babies”

“WHAT, DID, YOU, TRADE!?” I ask once more, each word slow and concise, my right hand already ready at the hilt of my sword.

“IT WAS PEOPLE! Alright, there I said it” The fox was pouting now, forced to reveal his secret. The sour taste finally changed into a bitter one at the realization of the cost of what I had been pulling for the last few hours like a pack horse.

I felt my entire body droop, my hand almost letting go of the sword. There was a deep sadness that spread through my body at the thought of what I had been hauling, of how it was made, of where it came from. It took every ounce of patience I had just to not strike down the dainty fox right then and there.

“Quickly now, we don’t have enough moonlight to hide tonight, we need to move” I comply, though it seems my spirit seems to have left my body. My legs felt like lead as I walked, I just wanted this day to end, for this job to end and I can put all this slaver business behind me.

We continued on our journey in silence. I just didn’t know what to say, and the fox didn’t either, he was just looking up at the moon, unmoving, unyielding. I wonder what was going behind that damned merchant’s mind.

“You know, Raigor, I’ve decided” this was the first time I’ve heard my name come from the fox’s mouth which came as a surprise. Just what has gotten to the merchant to call me by my name “I’ve decided I can use the cart’s flight capabilities now”

“That sure is some good news, my back was..” As I turned to speak, I suddenly got a faceful of some sort of green mist that left me hacking and coughing. I couldn’t even muster a reaction as I felt my body fall to the ground.

The sudden shift in gravity left my head spinning. I tried to get up, yet I was unable to move my body, much to my chagrin. I could feel my entire body straining to move, yet only numbness persisted.

“Emphasis on “I” though Raigor” Suddenly I could hear the sound of the fox rummaging around in the back of his cart once more “Not enough space to fit the both of us now is there?”

I tried to scream out, for help, for anyone really; yet no sound came. I couldn’t help but feel my eyes droop from whatever was blown in my face, probably some sort of muscle relaxant or something. I tried to move my arms and legs once more, only getting a twitch here or there, I was helpless, stuck, and it was probably going to get worse.

I felt something rummaging through my pockets. Probably the fox taking what little he paid me already and then some. It wasn’t enough he paralyzed me but he was also robbing me.

I felt my vision darken, not by choice as my eyes began to close ever so slowly. That is until I felt a kick in my stomach push me onto my back. There was no pain yet I knew I had been kicked. There was a certain force, though numb, that felt like a foot making impact with my body.

I was looking at the stars now, was this it? A strange red star seemed to rise in the night sky, calling out to the darkness, a beacon of some sort. Was I to join the Aether like my brethren before me? Probably not since I came face to face with the fox’s manic grin. His smile was strange now, deranged, his fur fraying and splitting at the ends. He seemed to have lost all his cool now. I could see his mouth moving. He sounded far away but I could catch a few words here and there.

After realizing my hearing was shot, he proceeded to continue what he was doing. I suddenly felt the stark cold sharp pang of a blade pressed against my neck. I felt my blood run like ice as I imagined what he planned to do with that blade. My fears were abated though as I felt the blade slide its way down, making its way past my neck and tearing at my leather shirt.

I felt my face run flush as I felt the cold night air caress my now bare chest. They perked up enough to attract the fox’s attention who took his time pinching them. After making sure they were thoroughly played with, I felt his blade glide around my stomach before making short work of my pants.

I began to feel the effects of the powder fade away now, yet not enough to actually move; just enough to feel the fox’s damned hands’ handiwork. I felt his hands work along my thigh, his soft paw pads caressing my inner thigh as they moved. I suddenly felt myself mentally jump as I felt a wet tongue run a line from my knee to my hip.

I was now wearing nothing but my loincloth. A piece of tattered cloth I hadn’t washed in who knows how long. The fox seemed to relish this fact as he slowly undid its lace revealing my cock to the elements. Without realizing it, I was already half-hard at this point, the embarrassment only adding to my already reddening face. It was worse enough to be naked out in the woods like this, but for my cock to start peaking out of its sheath was the worst of all.

I opened my mouth once more, silently trying to fight the fox’s advances only to be returned with a gag made from my own loincloth. I could taste my own musk as I was forced to breathe in my own sweat. My head spun with the intensity of a small gramophone like in some inns.

Unable to move, I laid there helpless as the Fox left my half-hard cock to the whims of the wind. The only warmth it felt was the fox’s hands moments ago, now the cold wind felt a stark reminder of how cruel he was. My eyes darted around trying to see what the fox was doing next, though the feeling of cold metal around my ankles told me enough.

I thought death was the worst option, I thought death would have been my loss, yet it seemed the fox had an even more dastardly thought in mind. Next I felt the metal on my ankles get linked by a chain so short it forced my knees together. I was still on my back at this point and the fox seemed to want to work from the bottom up.

Like the metal around my ankles, I practically yelped with the gag in my mouth as soon as I felt a familiar sensation around my crotch. A cold ring was fitted over my now softening cock, resting at the base of my sheath and balls. It was a snug fit, especially when a metal cap was fitted over my sheath, the dense metal forcing my cock back into its furry housing.

My hearing was returning now as I heard an audible click, though the sound still muddled as if a great distance away. I felt my body squirm under the fox’s touch. The cold metal slowly warmed with how intimate it was with my body heat.

I slowly felt my hands regain their volition as I slowly moved my fingers. Though before I could even make a closed fist, the fox was one step ahead of me. He walked towards my arms now, raising both above my head and wrapping some more iron manacles around them.

I was on my ass now, the fox pushing with great strain to put me in a sitting position. It seemed being paralyzed had its perks at the moment. As my hands hung slackly behind my back, they were now bound by an even shorter chain connecting them.

Next came a collar which was quickly wrapped around my neck. It clung tightly around my neck, practically crushing my windpipe. I felt my breath slow down as it crushed my throat, yet I was still able to breath, albeit harder.

“Now, I’m pretty sure you can stand up?” The fox said slapping my face with the force of a hundred butterflies, that is to say almost no strength at all “My friends are almost here and you’re almost ready”

I was still a bit groggy, but I saw what he meant, two of the previous rat-kin were walking out from the shadow of the forest. They were still as imposing as ever clad in their ragged brown robes and rusted red armor.

The fox quickly came to greet the two rat-kin, after an exchange of squeaking and pointing at me here and there, the two rat-kin beckoned another rat-kin from the forest forward. This one shorter, naked and carrying some sort of box that seemed double their weight.

As soon as the fox was done inspecting the box’s contents, he handed one of the two big rat-kins a length of chain. One that I learned led to my collar; as soon as they had it in hand, I felt a rugged tug that left me face first in the dry earth.

“Skkrk.. Kkck… Qkk!” there it is again, the words those rat-kin spoke before. I felt another tug of the chain forcing me onto my feet. Soon I was forced to follow the two rat-kin through the forest, every step a hobble with how short the chain between my legs were. I only pray this was not the end for my adventures, that this was not the end of Raigor the Great; though with all of these metal accessories I got on me, I felt that this might be it, my final adventure.", "pools_count": 1, "title": "Raigor's Adventure", "deleted": "f", "public": "t", "mimetype": "text/rtf", "pagecount": "1", "rating_id": "2", "rating_name": "Adult", "ratings": [ { "content_tag_id": "4", "name": "Sexual Themes", "description": "Erotic imagery, sexual activity or arousal", "rating_id": "2" } ], "submission_type_id": "12", "type_name": "Writing - Document", "guest_block": "t", "friends_only": "f", "comments_count": "0", "views": "128" }