I could smell my prey ahead of me. He was fast, but I was faster. It would only be a matter of time. I called out to him, “You can’t get away from me, kid!” I darted between trees and lept over bushes, turning quickly to match the new direction of his panicked footfalls.


Then I heard it. A shriek of terror and a dull thud, he tripped over something. I quickly caught up to the wheezing prey and stepped on his back to pin him to the earth. I was out of breath, but that didn’t matter. He was face down in the dirt, weeping, quietly begging for his life.


I sat down on his legs, drawing out another pained whimper as my weight drove his scraped knees hard into the ground. I chuckled a bit and leaned down next to his ear, “You are mine, kid. You know you aren’t going to get away again.” The little bastard managed to get out of his cage about an hour ago, but he wasn’t very sneaky and I was able to track him with almost no effort. City kids never learn the important things they need to survive.


I rolled him onto his back and ran my hands down his slender body, “Since we are out here alone, I may as well have a little fun.” I pulled my arm back, then slammed my fist into his stomach, forcing all the air out of his lungs again. His broken cries of pain were music to my ears.


The little fox curled to his side as I stood up and unzipped my pants. Fortunately, he was already naked. Slaves had no business wearing clothes, anyway. With my pants around my ankles, I dropped back to my knees and pulled his legs apart. He was too weak to resist at this point, but he still gave it his all. It was pathetic, but kind of cute.


“Huh… What’s this?” In the fading light of the evening, I noticed that his arms and legs had a bit of a glow to them. “Interesting… I wonder if that glow comes out. Let’s find out, shall we?” I bent down and bit into the soft flesh of his young belly, ripping out a chunk of fur and skin. My curiosity was rewarded. A blue, glowing pool of fluid began dribbling out of the wound.


It took a couple of seconds for him to process what had happened, but then he started wailing in pain and tried to grab at the hole in his hide. I held his arms hard against his chest and spat the tuft of pelt onto the ground, “Oh, yeah… Scream for me.” I could feel myself getting hard already. I let his arms go, which immediately went to press against the bleeding cavity in his abdomen. 


He had quieted to a trembling sob, which was just not going to do. I pulled one of his hands away and slicked up some of the glowing blood. Totally hard now, I rubbed the blood on my shaft and pressed it against his virgin hole. I had to force it in. There was no end to his will to defy me, which meant I got to hurt him more.


He was perfect.


I opened my hand and slapped him hard across the face, “Scream, you little bitch.” He did, of course. His screams were making my ears ring with their volume. I took this que to slam harder into his tight little ass, “Oh fuck yes… Louder, you fucking slut.” I forced his arms away from his belly and bent down to take another bite. I dug my muzzle into the wound and pried it open. Foxes may not be the primary prey of wolves, but damn this kid tasted good. 


I could feel his ass squeezing and pushing, trying to force the invading mass out. It felt amazing. I rocked my hips, forcing my shaft deeper into my young, unwilling lover. He cried hard, practically begging me to keep going. I pressed again just as I bit hard into his solar plexus. He gasped and screamed again, louder than anyone I had ever heard scream before. That was something I would do again.


More glowing blood jetted out of his belly where I had managed to bite into an artery. It hit me in the face, and I was barely able to close my eye in time to keep it from getting in. 


My cock throbbed with arousal. Nothing was going to stop me from finishing. 


I let his arms go and they didn’t move, so I took him by the hips and rammed into him. Harder, faster, bloodier. His ass wasn’t clenching anymore, so I bent down and took a heaping mouthful of his abdominal muscle and pulled.


That got his attention. He squealed like a trapped pig as a long section of his small intestine came up with his eviscerated abs. I wasn’t going to last much longer, and neither was he. 


I humped desperately into his young hole as I pulled more of his innards out with my teeth. I bit off small sections of it and relished in the coppery taste of his glowing innards.


I finally felt my climax coming, just seconds away. I looked down and saw that his expression was blank, eyes staring off into nothing. Such a shame he would miss this. I thrust one last time and my body jerked with the sudden rush of endorphins as I filled his motionless corpse with my sticky fluids. 


It took me several minutes before I was able to stand up. My legs were still jelly from the intense orgasm. I looked myself over quickly, “Fuck, I’m a mess. Better find a stream or something… Fuck, glowing blood, that is kinda hot. Hope I see that again some day.” I nudged the toe of the disemboweled child at my feet, “Hope that hurt, you little fuck.”


Unfortunately, he was the last slave that tried to escape that trip.