[b]Involuntary Talon Worship[/b]


Relentlessly the crow's long, thick talons clenched around Limon's scrawny neck, effectively blocking his airways completely and with little effort. It was cute to watch him gasp. "I said, open your stupid muzzle!" Deska repeated, uncaring for the fox's pain as he maintained the grip until his jaws were wide open, the fleshy insides of his mouth spasming uncontrollably in a desperate attempt to suck in air. "That's better..."

Condescendingly he brought his other foot up and put the middle of his three avian toes into the open muzzle. Firmly he pressed down onto the little tongue, rubbing back an forth slightly to trigger Limon's gag reflex a bit. It worked. And from the look of it, every chocked retch hurt like hell! "Now, if you want to breath again, work your tongue, dumbass!"

Barely able to see the black bird in front of him clearly anymore, as his eyes went fuzzy, Limon desperately did his best to comply, lest Deska would actually choke him out. He didn't seem the guy to have a problem with such a thing! Weakly he pressed his tongue against the rough toe, tried vainly to push back, then flicked it left and right aimlessly. It was all he could do at the brink of unconsciousness.

"I take it you will behave now?" Deska sneered.

In pain Limon nodded meekly. "Gck! Kchhh..." And then felt as the vice around his neck slowly loosened to allow him to breath. Deska's murderous talon's didn't however leave his neck. They stayed where they were, threateningly holding and caressing the fennec's sore neck.

"Now open wide!" the bird chuckled as he pushed his toe further in.

Desperately Limon tried to pull back, though couldn't get out of Deska's grip. Panicked he couldn't do anything but accommodate the massive talon that was shoved down into his throat. "Hrck... kchhh...!" Tears welled in his eyes from the strain and every time the fennec gagged he felt those thick, avian claw scrape around his insides. Unstoppable the long toe advanced and eventually Limon had the other two tightly pressed against his cheeks, while the corners of his mouth got stretched to squeeze in as much as possible of that talon.

The crow grinned with glee as he felt Limon's throat convulse around his toe with every painful gag and choke. Deska loved the absolute control he had over this little fox!





[b]Captured Predator[/b]


"Please, hnrrgh..." Vainly the wolf struggled against the restrains that held him in place in this rather unfavorable position. He was laying on a large, fallen tree trunk, on his back, wrists and ankles tied to either side of it with thick, scratchy rope. He was completely helpless and at his chuckling captor's mercy. They even took away his loincloth! "What are you doing? I have no trouble with your people. Let me go!"

With a condescending laugh, one of the deer approached him from the bottom. "Strange to hear such a blatant lie from a creature as proud as you supposedly are." With a widening grin the buck raised his leg up in the air, threateningly. Then let it come down again, slowly, planting his cold, hard, muddy hoof square on the wolf's exposed balls. And he let the captive feel a good bit of his weight. "Your tribe has been chasing our tails for weeks now!"

"Argh, stop!" the wolf pleaded as his soft parts yielded under the man's hoof. Gods have mercy, they could do abhorrent things to him, tied down like this! "I-I don't know what you're talking about! I'm not part of any tribe. I'm stray! I've never seen any of you ever before! Please, hmrf... release me."

Not at all concerned about such details, another deer suddenly noticed, "Heh, that might even be true. You look a lot different than the WOLFTRIBENAME. Smaller too."

"Even if," the guy with his hoof on the wolf's balls sneered. "You wolves are all the same. Each of you taken down is a reason to celebrate. And I'm not going to pass the chance for a little payback! And if you're stray - even better! Means no one will be missing you!"

"AOURGH!" Forcefully the wolf reared up when his most sensitive area was assaulted even harder. The hoof's sharp front edges dug deep into his lower regions, driving tears to his eyes. Desperately he pulled on his bonds, hoping that the old rope would snap so he could grab that sucker's ankle and relieve his jewels. It didn't. "KJARGH!" Instead one of the bucks came over and simply planted his rump on the wolf's belly, effectively flattening it. The tall, heavy guy didn't only crush his guts, but also pressed his scrawny back hard against the fallen tree's rough bark.

With a satisfied grin the deer glanced down at his seat. "Damn! Having the real thing feels even nicer under the butt than just the hide of these blighters. Warm and soft... I could get used to it!"

With labored breaths the poor wolf gasped under the deer butt. "Urgh, please... let me go. I d-don't mean harm to you. Release me and, uhff... and you'll never see me again." A deep sigh escaped him as his abs slowly yielded under the man sitting on him. "Gha! I never even hunted a deer before, I'm no threat!"

"Well, we sure as hell won't let you become a threat!" the guy sitting on him laughed, rocking slightly on his living seat.

A third buck suddenly came strolling over. "Now you've made me curious. Scoot over!" And another white-tufted rear came down on the wolf, settling rudely on his chest. "If you use your teeth, I'll use mine!" the guy warned, poking the gasping canine's neck with a bone knife.

Grunting and wheezing the wolf felt the two bucks fidgeting and joking above him, while their butts crushed his bones against the tree he lay on. "Please stop...!" Fuck, he could hear his ribs popping! At least the third guy of the trio finally released his balls. Only a crumb of comfort, considering where he shoved that hoof next! "Nhgf!"

"Open your damn muzzle, wolf!" the beefy deer ordered, already taunting his victim by propping his dirty hoof on the canine's nose. "I got my hooves dirty while chasing you down, now you're gonna clean them. And don't even think about biting, or I'll kick your teeth in!" He pressed down a bit harder. "Same thing's going to happen if you don't obey!"

With horror the wolf could see that the guy's foot was crusted with mud up to his ankle. Bits and pieces of it were already trickling over his nose. "Ehgh... ahh..." Reluctantly the wolf opened his muzzle for his tormentor. These guys didn't seem to be the type to bluster and he was not ready yet to part with his ivories. "HRRCK!" Immediately the guy forced his hoof into his mouth, scraping the sensitive flesh there. Little clumps of dirt tumbled down into his throat and the cloven hoof pressed down hard on his tongue. "Ghff... p-pweehse..."

"I like how he's begging!" the guy on his chest cheered. "Apparently some of these fuckers really do have some basic manners. Hah! Bet he could be taught how to treat the real kings of the forest with some actual respect. Hey, wolf! Do you want to clean my hooves too?" With a dirty grin he pressed his knife harder against the wolf's neck and he didn't seem to care that he was already drawing some blood. "Beg for it and I might let you!"

"Grmph-hmmff..." he cried with tear in his eyes and mud on his tongue. Then the hoof in his muzzle pulled back to let him speak. "Hrrch-ack-ack... P-please... hff... let me clean your hooves, uhrgh! I'll do everything, just please don't hurt me!"

"Hah, see? He's docile!"

The deer standing above his head looked down at the helpless wolf with crossed arms. "I was actually going to decorate my home with your pelt, but... maybe we should keep you?"

"A wolf slave for the tribe?! Hahaha!"

The standing buck crouched down. Idly his thick hands came forth and grabbed one of the wolf's ears. With force he pulled on it. "What do you say, fleabag? How do you want to spend the rest of your life? As my bedside rug, or as my slave? I'd be a good owner, you'll eat well. Not meat, of course."

"Arrgh, yes!" he whimpered, feeling each and every ridge of that tree's bark being driven into his back as he nodded vehemently. "Yes, I'll be your slave. Ow!" It was the only answer he could give. They already had him completely under control. If he wanted to survive, he had to play by their rules, unfortunately.

"Excelent!" the biggest of the three bucks declared, releasing the wolf's maltreated ear as he stood. "Now get your lazy asses off my new property. I'm gonna break this bitch in now!"

With a pained sigh of relieve the wolf noticed as the two butts on his body raised, letting him breath again. Gods, his sternum felt like it was broken! The rest of his bones too, actually, though that wasn't the wolf's biggest concern right now. Shocked he trembled when he saw his new 'owner' shed off his loincloth. "Wh-wha...?" Helplessly pinned in his restraints the wolf had to watch as the guy got into position at his rump. Forcefully he yanked his tucked tail down. "N-no..."

"Embrace your new life, wolf bitch!"





[b]Regifting on a Whole New Level[/b]


"Oh! What's this?" Oscar asked with excitement when the cheetah handed him a sturdy, red paper envelope. It was adorned with a few snow flakes and a mistletoe to match the occasion.

Jesse was casual as always and shrugged innocently, while he tore open the nicely wrapped, little present the otter had gotten him. "Couldn't really give my handy otter buddy the shaft on Crimmus, now could I? Wanted to at least make you a small present." Once through the wrapper, he eventually opened a case and found a fancy pair of sunglasses looking back at him. "Aww, you shouldn't have!"

That was probably right. Aside from being winter, which gave little reason to wear sunglasses, they also were kinda a bit too expensive for a casual Christmas gift. But Oscar wanted to impress and give Jesse something practical that would remind the cat of him, not some generic hamper with chocolate and gingerbread. "I saw you wear one a lot this summer. Figured you might have use for a spare one," he said humbly, while Jesse tried them on. "Looks really good on you!"

"Yeah," the feline said naturally, striking a little pose to show off his coolness. It was silly, but damn  if that boy didn't look hot! "You not gonna open mine?" he asked with a grin after flopping down on the couch.

"Of course!" Oscar replied happily. He honestly didn't even expect to be gifted anything by his new friend. It felt good to be considered worth it! Though, once the short otter turned the envelop around in his hands, he hesitated. Adjusting his glasses, he read the handwritten calligraphy again: 'From RyRy to Jesse - Merry Christmas, Dumbass!' stood there in twinkling silver ink.

Oscar looked up at the cat with a question mark above his head, though the cheetah only smiled at him, his eyes hidden behind the new glasses. Was this... one of Jesse's jokes? Or did he seriously reuse this thing? Well... Christmas was a pricy time of the year and every piece of needlessly discarded wrapping paper saved, meant one less tree chopped down. Don't judge a book by it's cover, or whatever, it's the thought that counts.

Though when the otter opened the envelope, he had to blink again. The white sheet of paper inside was checkered. And when he pulled it out, he found that it indeed was an ordinary page from a bog-standard notepad. It even still had some of the rip off shreds on it! This had to be one of his pranks.

A bit awkwardly, Oscar forced a smile to bridge the silence as he unfolded the paper. "Hehe, that's really..." His set smile waned some as he read what apparently was hastily written on it without much care for elegancy:

[center]-

Special Christmas Gift Certificate

To: Oscar
From: Jesse
For: The exclusive right to tongue clean my shoes
(entirely!) on an occassion of your choosing.

-[/center]

Perplexed the otter saw up at the still smiling cat. "Th-that's, uh... that's very..."

"I know, tight?! Just what you always wanted. No need to thank me, dude. You're very welcome!"

"Uhm..." Quickly digesting the little shock, Oscar swallowed and decided to do just that. "Alright then," he said with a dry, little laugh. "Then I won't express my gratitude for this once in a lifetime occasion." Laughing the situation off, the otter slowly began to put the voucher back into its envelope. Truth be told, though, he was a bit let down.

Still seeing everything through his dark shades, Jesse never stopped grinning. "Aren't you going to use this?"

"Heh, I... guess I'll do eventually. Might as well safe it up for a special occasion," One with less shitty weather, he thought to himself, then raised a brow in confusion and concern. Jesse was having this look again! Cool, superior, with his head tilted back and the cheery smile gone from his face. With the glasses still on, he looked a bit hilarious even, but in an impressive way. He didn't need to say anything, Oscar knew what the cat expected of him. "Or, well... I guess Christmas is only once a year, so..." Crestfallen he pulled the cheap voucher back out. Fuck, there was even a typo on it! "Would it be okay if I redeem this," he swallowed, "n-now...?"

"Of course, dude! It says right there that you can choose when. Be my guest!" Comfortably situated on the couch already, as if he'd planned this, the cheetah stretched out his legs. "And since it's the time of giving, I'll even give you the chance to chose where to start: Soles, or top, what shall it be?"

With a dry muzzle, Oscar peered down. Fucking winter! Jesse's orange sneaks were still all wet from the muddy snow outside. He hadn't wiped them off properly and was now creating a little puddle on the laminate. This bloody cat! He was doing this on purpose. "The top, please..." he eventually said with reluctance. There was no backing out anymore now, no escape - he knew Jesse that well by now. Hence the feline's next move didn't surprise him entirely.

With a mischievous grin, Jesse propped his sneakers up on their heels to present their black underside to the otter. The dripping rubber squeaked against the floor. "What? You otters like it wet, don't you? Get down already, my boys really need some care now!"

With a sigh, Oscar hesitantly lowered himself down to his knees. "Yes, Jesse..." With his head low to the ground, he could smell the murky snowmelt already. At least this way his tongue wouldn't run dry that quickly. Shit, was he really just having that thought while having a little pre-Christmas celebration with his friend?! Why the fuck was he allowing this cat to push him around like this? And why the hell did it feel so good?!

Huddled down like a slave, Oscar carefully pressed his tongue to the cheetah's sole, "Ah-ha~ Mphf...!" and instantly flinched when he was assaulted by a very salty taste. Of course the fucking roads were gritted! Great! So much for not running dry. "Mrrrf..." He would be dying of thirst once he was done with this!

"Now would be a good time to thank me, if you don't mind," Jesse said calmly, enjoying the show at his paws.

"Ghmpf, you bastard...." the otter cussed in his very humbling position, though, of course wasn't able to deny his buddy some well-deserved gratitude after all. "Slff, thank you so much, hchf, for your generous Christmas gift, Jesse." Again and again he forced his sore, little tongue over the rough treads of the cat's shoe, drying them, cleaning them, while soiling his own mouth in the process. Oh, what he'd give for a generic hamper with chocolate and gingerbread right now! "This is probably my most humiliating Christmas to date..."