Pest Control in the Garden

by TDMalpha

Day One

Evening was coming on, so it was time to check the traps in the back yard. That's where Dranix's garden was. He was very proud of the work he'd put into it, and the plethora of herbs and vegetables he grew there. Though he was a predator, and ate mostly meat, he still liked to add to the flavor of his dishes with what he grew in the garden he'd been tending for years now.

The problem with growing food is that it attracted pests that liked to eat it even more than he did. Critters like mice, rabbits and even the occasional fox would raid his garden, eating and ruining what they didn't eat. Then there was the fay creatures, such as imps, fairies, elves and even gnomes that would sometimes either raid for food, or tear up crops just because they felt like it.

Most of the pests he caught were female. For some reason, they either didn't want their males going out and risking themselves, or the males were just too lazy or smart to get in much trouble.

On his way out the back door, he grabbed a couple bags he'd put whatever he'd caught overnight in. He also grabbed a short club he'd made. Sometimes they didn't want to go in the bags, and liked to put up a fight about it. They never won those fights. Dranix was seven feet tall, and a dragon-kin. There wasn't many creatures out there that could put up much of a fight against him.

The sun was just sinking behind the trees of the woods that bordered his property, sending down rays of sunlight to wash over the bright greens of his extensive garden. He didn't waste time admiring the beautiful day, but instead made a bee line to the back left corner of the garden, where he'd set up the first of five traps he'd set last evening. He'd move them to new locations after he cleared them, to keep the pests from figuring out where to avoid.

As he grew close to where he'd set the trap, he heard the squeaking that meant he's caught a mouse or rat. And when he got closer, he was proven right in his thinking. Inside the cleverly camouflaged metal cage, was a mouse-girl. She was about three foot tall, had large breasts, covered in a fine down of gray fur except for the nipples. She had the typical naked tail, whiskers and large ears of her kind.

She tried to hide in the corner of the live trap, her whiskers quivering in fear, along with her arms and legs. She held her tail in front of her naked body, like a shield. 

Nice! Dranix thought. I love the feeling of their fur. So soft. He also liked that they never fought back, so he could have a little fun with her while he was going through the rest of his trap line. He unzipped his jeans, pulling out his large cock, and after a moments concentration, he shrank it to a size that wouldn't break the sexy pest.

Bending down, he opened the cage and reached inside. The mouse didn't move a muscle, other than to close her eyes as he wrapped a big hand around her waist and pulled her out. She kept her eyes closed, and her knees bent up to her body. Her hands went over her head, as if they could protect her from what was to come.

He brought her up to get a better look at her tasty looking body. He nuzzled against her soft chest, enjoying the feel of her soft fur against his nose and lips. He ran his tongue out to taste her tits, enjoying the feel of her fear-stiffened nipples over the rough surface of the muscular member.

The scent of fear that washed off her small body stiffened his dick, and when he turned her over and inhaled, the scent of her sex had him salivating. Her whipping tail caught his attention, and he caught it with his free hand, lifting it up to gaze at her exposed tail-hole. His tongue snaked out and ran over both her tender lower lips, and even teased her puckered asshole. 

He lowered her trembling body to the tip of his shaft, and after lining up, plunged her down on it, hilting inside of her in one motion. She let out a cry of surprise as his length filled her completely. Her eyes sprang open, and she looked down to where their bodies were joined, then up at Dranix's face, as if to ask how this was even possible, seeing as she'd caught a glimpse of how large he was before he'd shrunk himself to not destroy his new fucktoy. 

Mice couldn't talk, but he'd found that they seemed to understand what he said to them, so what he said to her would be understood. “Don't worry, little mouse. I'm not going to kill you just yet. Hell, I might even keep you for a few days, if you manage to please me.”

Her hands clenched before her mouth, she nodded her understanding, her white hair bobbing with the motion. Dranix smiled and pulled her body part way off his shaft, then slid her body back over his length. The mouse's eyes closed at the feeling of this huge creature's hard cock sliding into her tight passage, and she quivered in delight at the feeling it gave her. She made up her mind right then, to do whatever she could to stay alive. And hopefully get to feel this cock inside her again.

Dranix watched with a smile on his face as the mouse raised her hands to his abs, rubbing them with her small, furry hands. Her little nails scraping his scales in a pleasant manner. She even smiled up at him as he used her body as a sextoy. She even tried to wrap her legs around his waist. He returned her good behavior by rubbing his thumb over her stiff little nipples. She let out a squeaky little moan as she came from the combo of his dick rubbing her insides, and his thumb rubbing her tits.

He felt her little body clench around his shaft as she climaxed, and that brought him over the edge and  with a grunt, his balls spasmed and he spurted into her, his seed spilling out as her body was just too small to hold all of it.

As white fluid dripped out onto the ground, he looked down to see a wide smile on the mouse-girl's face, her eyes closed and her cheek pressed against his stomach. He pulled her gently off his cock, and saw that her belly bulged out from all the cum she took from him. He rubbed her stomach, and a trail of his cum spilled out as she deflated a little. It seemed she liked the feeling of his cum draining from her nether lips, and rubbed her legs together.

“Much better than being tossed in a stew, wouldn't you say little mouse?” He asked her. She responded with a happy sigh, and a tired nod.

“Would you like for what just happened to happen many more times?”

This time, her nod was more enthusiastic, and he could tell that this little pest was going to stick around, at least till something better showed up in one of his traps. “Then I want you to help me catch more of your kind. And before you answer, just know that I won't ask you to take me to your family den. I'm only concerned about those that raid my garden. Just point me to were they like to come into my garden.”

She looked a little worried at that, then mimed someone biting and chewing something, then pointed at him, then her. “Am I going to eat them? (she nodded) Most likely. You're lucky I found you so sexy, or you'd already be in one of these sacks, on your way to my oven or stove top. Maybe even my grill!”

She sighed, nodded her understanding, then pointed to a spot about halfway along the left wall of his garden. He brought her up to his shoulder and had her put her legs around the back of his head. “Hold on tight. If you fall or jump, I'll take that for you trying to escape, and I won't even wait to cook you, I'll just eat you on the spot, understand?”

She gave a meek noise, indicating she understood. He picked up the cage that he'd caught her with, and carried it over to where she continued to point. When he reached the spot, he saw that there was a faint trail, and she was likely telling the truth about it being a favorite spot for them to get into the garden.

As he set up the trap, he berated himself for having missed this spot, but he was glad that he had his own pet traitor cluing him into how they were getting in. From what he could see, the traffic was heavy enough, that he might get lucky and even trap more than one by next morning! 

Once it was set up, he continued along the wall until he reached the next trap. This one was still empty, so he shrugged and continued on to the fourth trap. That one was at the opposite corner from where he'd found his new pet. Even before he got to it, he could tell that he'd caught something, and from the cursing he heard, he knew it had to be either an elf or a gnome. The other kinds of pests he came across in his traps either didn't talk at all, or they didn't curse like a drunk sailor, like this one was doing. He also heard some crying interspersed with the cursing.

When he uncovered the covering foliage from the trap, he saw that he'd caught TWO pests. A mother gnome, and her preteen daughter! He was thrilled with this turn of events, as not only were gnomes some of his favorite prey, but he'd managed to stop two pests from raiding his garden at one time.

Gnomes are short fey creatures, almost always on the chubby side, and the females all had ridiculously large breasts, compared with their heights, that never went much over two feet tall. Their tits were so big, he often found it amazing that they could get around without tipping over. Even the preteen, huddled in the corner crying, had tits almost as big as the fully grown mouse riding on his back! Unlike the mouse-girl, these gnomes were clothed, wearing simple dresses that ended at their ankles.

“Let us out, you fucking asshole! We didn't do anything to deserve being treated like this, you sack of shit!”, the older gnome started in on him as soon as she saw Dranix.

“Nope. I'll be eating both of you for dinner tonight. Well, maybe just you. I might save your daughter for breakfast tomorrow.”, he told her coldly, as he felt his mouth start to water at the thought of her fatty meat frying on his stove. Gnomes tasted like bacon, when fried in a pan. “And you did trespass in my garden. Are you going to tell me you weren't going to steal my hard grown vegetables, and were just taking a shortcut to get somewhere else?” The mother gnome's silence spoke volumes. “I thought as much.”

He turned his head to whisper to the mouse-girl. “Do you want to gain more favor with me?” She nodded. “Then I want you to enter the cage, and grab the kid as soon as I open the cage. I don't want her getting away when I grab her mother.”

She let him know she understood, then he let her down. He smiled as she got ready to run into the cage as soon as it was opened. He opened the cage, and as soon as the door was wide enough for her to get in, the mouse darted forward, and in less than a second, had the young gnome wrapped up in her arms. 

Dranix was just as fast, slipping his hand inside, and snatching the cursing mother up in his strong hand. He pulled her out, ignoring her struggles, and stuffed her headfirst into one of his sacks. He then quickly tied the end shut, and set it on the ground. 

“Bring that snack out. I want to get a better look at her. See if she's worth saving for breakfast, or not.” With a big grin on her face, the mouse-girl proudly presented her catch to me. She was less than half the size of the mouse-girl, so despite her efforts, didn't put up much of a challenge for her. 

“Why don't you go ahead and strip those rags off my food.”, he told his pet.

She'd already figured Dranix out, to some extent, so she took her time stripping the young gnome. She pinned her to the ground by her throat, then used her free hand to grope the child's budding breasts, while looking up with a wicked grin at her new master. Dranix returned the grin with one of his own, as the mouse-girl squeezed and fondled the struggling child's young breasts. Once she'd done that for a few moments, she reached down and started pulling the gnomes dress up, slowly exposing the little gnomes body. 

Dranix was thrilled when he saw that she was wearing panties, but no bra, as his pet switched her grip so she could get the dress off over the gnome's head. When her chubby little tits popped free, Dranix's smile grew even wider. It was all he could do not to drool all over the place, at the sight of those tasty little berries, tipped with bright pink nipples that instantly hardened on exposure to the cool evening air.

Once his pet slid the little gnome girl's panties off, exposing her virgin slit, Dranix had an idea he was sure would pay off nicely in the long run. 

“Well mouse, would you like to get a guarantee that you'll never be a part of my menu?”

The mouse-girl looked at him expectantly, so he went on. “I want you to rape my breakfast. Let her mother hear what's in store for her, and if we're lucky, some of their kin will hear what happens to trespassers to my garden, as well. Do this, and not only will you never grace my table as a meal, but I'll keep you as a spoiled pet. You'll be well treated, and well fed from the crops you once sought to steal from me. So what say you, little mouse?” 

The mouse-girl was amazed at what she'd just heard! She'd never have to worry about where she was going to sleep, and never have to go hungry again? It was a mouse's dream come true! She gave a glad nod of her head, along with the mouse equivalent of a resounding “Yes!”, that was just a longer squeak to Dranix, but he understood the sentiment from the gleeful look that accompanied that squeak.

From the now filled bag, came a mournful sob and begging for mercy from the mother gnome for her daughter. It fell on deaf, uncaring ears.

Dranix's new pet bent over and gave a painful nip to the helpless gnome child's tender young breast, causing the child to cry out in pain and fear. But she was just starting. She roughly jammed two fingers into her tiny sex, and from the way the gnome screamed, Dranix could tell that though small to him, those fingers were huge to the tiny gnome. The mouse-girl pulled her fingers out after stirring them around in the girls tight passage, and they dripped with her virgin blood. Dranix's pet brought those bloody fingers to her mouth, and licked them clean, causing his pants to suddenly feel tighter.

Not satisfied with her meager screams, the mouse-girl brought her fingers to a point, and rammed them into the girls abused sex, causing her to wail, as if she was being murdered, and bringing more pleading from her mother. The screams of the child were so loud, they echoed across the entire garden, and Dranix was sure that those pests that lurked in the nearby woods and fields had to have heard it. From past times, he knew it would cut down on the number of pests he caught on a nightly basses for a time, but also knew that it would only be a temporary deterrent. In a week or so, he'd be catching just as many pests as any other times.

Soon, his mouse had her hand buried up to her wrist in the gnomes pussy, and had started to piston it into the poor girl so hard, that her whole body shook with each thrust. After a few more minutes of abuse, the gnome went quite, so the mouse took it on her self to increase the torment of this little bitch that had dared to invade her wonderful master's garden. She swung a leg over the girl's head, then started grinding her sex against the gnome's face, and soon was shuddering in a sadistically brought about climax.

Dranix reached down, giving his pet a pat on the head. “Good job, my lovely mouse. I think they got the message, and I don't think we'll get any more noise out of her for a while. You can get off her now.”

Once his pet stood up, Dranix scooped the gnome's limp body off the ground, and unceremoniously stuffed her into an empty sack. He then helped his pet climb back to her perch on his shoulders, and headed to the last trap of the evening.

It was located on the right side of the wall, closest to his home, so it took a couple minutes to get there. As he walked, he went over in his head the steps he'd be taking to prepare dinner tonight, while also keeping on eye on the area around where the last trap was located. A few moments later, he was glad he'd been paying attention, because just as he was approaching the last trap, he caught a glimpse something scampering away from the spot he'd hidden the trap.

He quickly uncovered the trap, and saw that this one too had been a winner. Inside was a young fox-girl. She was a lovely thing, with nicely shaped small breasts, a narrow waist, and wide hips. She also had bright red fur covering her entire body, except her nipples, and a strip going down from just bellow hear breasts down to, and including, her sex. She was young, but no child, either. The equivalent of a teenager, he supposed. He now also was pretty sure what he saw was either this one's mother, or an older sibling.

He decided to try getting that one, too. He called out “If you care for her, you'll surrender yourself to me. Otherwise I'm going to break her arms and legs, one at a time, then I'm going to slowly eat her right here, so you can listen to her screams as she slowly dies in pain!”

After a few moments, he heard a rustling a few rows over, right from where he'd seen that flash of red run off to. From a row of tomato plants stepped a truly stunning adult female fox-girl. From how close she resembled the one in the cage, and the fact that she looked only a little older than her, Dranix suspected she was the caged fox's older sister. He'd find out for sure, soon enough.

“So you want to save her, I take it?”, he asked the new fox.

She glanced at the trapped fox-girl, then looked at Dranix and nodded that she did.

He opened a sack, holding it out to the beautiful fox. “Get in, and pull it up to your neck.”, he commanded.

Only shaking a little, she came forward and took the bag from his hand, then holding it open, stepped in and slid it up to her neck, then stood there, waiting for whatever was coming next.

Dranix took the drawstring of the sack, and drew it closed on her, then tied it off. It was snug, but wouldn't cut off her breath in any way. She was much taller than his mouse-girl, standing about five feet, so unless he'd curled her body up, she couldn't have fit in the bag. He liked this better. It let her see what came next.

Dranix turned his head to address his pet. “And that is how you catch two foxes, without needing to have them both in a trap.” She nodded in understanding, impressed with how clever her master was.

At hearing his words, a look of panic and anger washed over the bagged fox, and she let out a couple angry/hurt yipping cries.

As he opened the cage and dragged the terrified younger fox out, Dranix addressed the betrayed sister. “I never said I'd let her go free. I just asked if you wanted to save her.”, he smirked. “And in a way, you did. I would have done what I said, if you hadn't given yourself to me.”

Despite her struggles, she couldn't escape his steel trap grip. He gave her a good look over, turning her around to admire her tight, athletic ass. Mice were fun to fuck, but they had a bad habit of dying if he wasn't very careful, but they made up for that by how tasty they were. Foxes, on the other hand were much more likely to survive his attentions, and tasted even better. He always kept them around for a while before eating them, for that reason. If he was lucky, these two might last weeks before he got tired of them, or they broke.

After putting the younger fox in her own sack, he picked them both up, and headed back to his home. He was hungry, and he had a gnome to butcher before he could eat.

He stepped inside, letting his pet down to explore, then headed to his kitchen. Along one wall was several cages that he used to store his catches that wouldn't be getting butchered right away. Into these, he placed the two foxes, and the young gnome (who was still in shock from getting raped).

He then pulled the still angry mother gnome out, and placed her face up on his butcher block. Keeping her pinned in place with one hand, he reached for a shin, sharp knife, and with the ease born of years of practice, slit her dress from neck to hem. With two more flicks of his wrist, he divested her of her bra and panties, leaving her naked.

Before continuing, he took a moment to admire her voluptuous form. Her huge tits were topped with large, thick nipples, surrounded by even larger areolas. Her body, while thick, wasn't what he'd call “fat”. She just had a lot of padding that made her wide hips look even wider. So even though she had a lot of fat over her belly, she still had what he could only call a “short stack” body. 

There was another thing about gnomes that he liked. The adult females were some of the only small pests that could survive Dranix's large cock without dying outright. The female gnome has an extremely elastic reproductive tract, as a defense against forest creatures that often use them for sexual release. It was thought that this was evolved along side the pheromones they gave off, that mimicked the mating scent of many dangerous creatures. Better to get fucked, than get eaten. 

What that meant for Dranix, is that he could fuck them to his hearts content, without worrying about ruining the meat. Dranix's member was nearly a foot long, and almost four inches in girth normally. Dragon-kin had the ability to change the size of their bodies, or just parts of their bodies. It was an ability needed for dealing with the other races. His feral form was over three hundred feet long, and his full sized humanoid form was almost fifteen feet tall. Holding his form at only seven feet tall let him live and own a cheaper home built along normal creatures scales.

He used his ability to change sizes then, to shrink his cock to a more 'gnome scaled' size, then forced the struggling female onto his shaft, then let it grow back to it's normal size once he was fully inside her. She let out an ear splitting scream as her body's limits were put to the ultimate test. Her legs splayed out, and her belly bulged, the outline of his cock clearly visible, and nearly reaching her ribs.

He then commenced to use her as a living fleshlight, holding her body by her prodigious mammary glands. Her body was hairless, so he had a nice view of his dick sliding in and out of her stretched cunt, her lower lips playing hide and seek as they got pushed by his massive cock. She grunted between curses as she was raped by the person that was going to eat her soon, screaming and shouting at him to alternately stop, and begging him to go faster. She knew he was hurting her, but the feeling of being so full from his member had her head spinning. She knew that as soon as he finished, she was going to die, but she couldn't help enjoying what he was doing at that moment. Even the way he manhandled her breasts, using them as handlebars as he slammed her onto his shaft started feeling good after a while. When he released one of her breasts, and then jammed a thick finger into her ass, she found herself cumming, gushing her fluids all over the place as he sped up in the final rush to reach his own release. She felt his seed fill every nook and cranny of her tunnel, as her killer roared out his climax, then spill out in a flood of cum from her abused channel when he pulled her off his member. 

Panting, Dranix put the nearly comatose gnome back on his butcher's block, idly kneading her large breasts, and pinching her fat nipples, as he caught his breath. Once he'd recovered, he kept one hand on her chest, making sure she didn't try to get away (not that she could, seeing how exhausted she was now), and used the other to reach overhead and pull over one of the wickedly sharp hooks attached to eyelets on either side of the sink. He picked her limp arm, then forced the hook through her wrist, bringing a scream from her as blood started dripping from the fresh wound.

“Please don't do this!”, she begged. “Didn't you like fucking me? I know I liked it, and if you don't kill me, I'd love being your sex doll!”

“No thanks. I can just fuck the next gnome bitch I catch. I get two or three of you cunts every week! And besides, you gnomes taste better than you fuck.” With that, he grabbed her other arm, and impaled her other wrist. After he took up some of the slack, her arms were now spread apart nicely. He next grasped one of the overhead hooks, and after grabbing one of her legs by the calf, he sank the hook through her ankle behind the tendon, then did the same to the other one. He drew her body into the air by the hooks through her ankles. 

Between screaming and cursing at him, she begged for her life, even offering her daughter up as an alternative meal. Dranix chuckled at that. He already HAD her daughter, and he planed on having her with some scrambled eggs in the morning.

Her body was now spreadeagled over his sink, her heavy tits so large, they almost covered her whole face. He pinched the thick padding covering her belly, mouth drooling in anticipation of the meal to come. He pulled a selection of knives out, and set them on the counter, next to the sink, then pulled open a drawer and took out an anal hook. This was basically just a three pronged fish hook that he used to draw out the asshole of his meat. He pushed it into into her ass, then gave a little tug to set the hooks. Once it was secure, he picked up a thin bladed knife, and carefully cored out her pucker, then used the string attached to the anal hook, and pulled her asshole out, then quickly tied a knot just under the hook, then cut just above the knot, freeing the hook. Her intestines sucked back into her body, leaving a gaping hole where her anus used to be.  

The gnome started gasping now, realizing the end was near, and she was already dying. Even if he were to free her now, she'd soon die from the damage done to her body. Her curses turned to tears. She watched as her captor picked a long butchering knife from a row of other knives he'd set out, and trembled as he brought it to her sex. She felt it's sharp edge first press against her clitoris, then dig into that most sensitive of organs, as she creamed in agony. Soon, she felt a burning hot pain, as Dranix drew the knife down her body, bisecting her clit, before she felt it draw a line down her body, only stopping at her sternum. She felt a loosening in her belly, then saw pink and blue ropes fall in front of her face. “Oh gods! Those are my guts!”, she thought as her killer reached inside her and starting pulling her stomach and intestines out, dumping them in the sink as they came free.

Her screams finally stopped when he cut into her diaphragm, to free up her esophagus so he could cut it out, and free her stomach so he could remove it from her body. All she could do now was gag at the feeling that she was choking. 

Once her offal was removed, he moved on to her sex organs. She felt him shove two finger into her cunt, then he wiggled them around, loosening the organs, so he could cut them free. Once the connective tissue was cut on the internal parts, he took a filleting knife, and starting at her perineum, carefully traced a line around her pussy lips, and internal parts of her clit. Once he'd cut her pussy free, he pulled it out with the fingers still inside her vagina, drawing out her entire reproductive system in one shot.

He checked whether or not she was still alive, and was pleased to see she was, even if she was going into shock. With an evil smile, he gently pulled her head up, so she could watch as he started eating her sex, first tearing her outer lips off, then going on to devour her inner ones, then moving down as he slowly enjoyed his appetizer of gnome pussy tartar. Last to go down his gullet were her ovaries, popped one after the other between his sharp teeth. 

He let her head go, and picked up a cleaver. He held her thigh, and taking a short stroke, brought it down on her pelvis, splitting her body down to her tailbone. Her body gave a last shudder as the mother gnome finally gave into her grievous injuries.

Now that she was dead, Dranix really got to work. He made cuts down both arms and legs, then through those, pulled out her skeleton. He then carved out her rib cage and spine. He left her head attached, but the rest was basically just long slabs of flesh that held the general shape of a gnome, easily identified as female by the still present large tits. Finally, he removed her hands and feet, leaving them hanging from their hooks for now.

He plopped the carcass down on the butcher's block, then rubbed herbs and spices into the fresh meat. Once that was done, he turned to the nearby stove, and after lighting one of the burners, he put a large frying pan on to heat up. I few minutes wait later, and he carefully laid out the deboned body of the gnome, red side down. As she hit the surface of the hot pan, a hiss of cooking meat filled the kitchen. 

While she cooked, he put some baby potatoes on to boil. They'd make a nice side dish to the gnome. After the water started boiling, he turned back to the cooking gnome, carefully turning her over, her fat tits and ass sizzling as they hit the melted fat already in the pan from cooking her other side. Ten minutes later, he pulled her pan off the flame, and put it aside to let her meat rest and cool a little. By the time the spuds were done, she had cooled enough to eat, so he plated everything up, and carried the plate to his dining table.

“Little mouse! Come here. It's time to eat.”, he called to his pet. She soon came running in from wherever she'd been exploring.

“I know mice can eat meat, so from now on, I'm going to share every meal with you. You'll eat what I eat, plus extra greens to balance out your diet, okay?”

She nodded eagerly, then held her hands up, like a child asking to be picked up.

“You want to eat at my table, too? Sure. I don't see why not. Let me fix you a booster so you can reach.”

Dranix walked out, and soon returned with several cushions that he placed on the chair next to his, then bent over, picking his pet up and placing her on top of the pile. Once in place, he pushed her chair in, then sat down in his own. He put a smaller plate down in front of his mouse, then cut one of the gnome's now golden brown breasts off and placed it on her plate. After spooning a few spuds onto her plate, he turned to his own, and dug in. He smiled as the slice of the female's ass practically melted in his mouth.

After the filling meal of gnome flesh and spuds, Dranix sat back and looked over at a very satisfied and full mouse-girl. “Well, that was a nice meal, but now I think it's time for bed. Would you like to share my bed with me, pet?”

With a wide smile, she indicated that she loved that idea. With a pleased chuckle, Dranix said “Good. I think I'd like to bring one of the foxes to bed, too. Which one would you like us to play with?” She let him know that she'd like to share the younger fox-girl with him tonight. He agreed, then stood and went to the cage holding tonight's entertainment. Dranix took a few minutes talking to her, letting her know what was expected of her, and what would happen to her sister if she didn't behave. 

After that talk, she walked meekly next to him, his hand resting one her shoulder to guide her along to the bedroom. His pet/sextoy/new partner, skipped along beside them. Once they reached the bedroom, Dranix stripped out of his clothes as his pet looked on with lust, while the fox looked on with trepidation.

He leaned over and picked up his mouse-girl, then tossed her onto the soft comforter covering his double king bed. She squealed with joy as she sailed the few feet through the air, then let out peels of mousy mirth, before jumping up and down on the bed like a little kid, her large breasts bouncing on her chest.

Dranix grinned at her happy antics, then looked at the nervous fox teen. Her large eyes, long red hair and black, pointed ears had Dranix thinking how lucky he'd been to not just catch one of the rare fox folk, but two of them!. These two were much more attractive than any of the others he'd caught in the years past. He found himself debating again on whether to eat them or keep them. An argument could be made for either, but he was leaning towards keeping at least one, if not both. They were both strikingly beautiful, and if they grew to worship him like his mouse-girl, then he'd get years of fun out of them.

Right now was not the time for these thoughts. It was time to see what she looked like when she came. He helped her climb up onto the bed, then got in after her. Mouse ran over to her, then stopped short. She looked like she'd just realized that she was in bed with another predator. Foxes, while smaller than Dranix, were still well known to prey on smaller pest creatures, including mice. So when she looked to her new master for reassurance, he was fast to give it to her. 

“Little fox? This mouse is my pet. You will do nothing to hurt, or even scare her. In fact, you will do anything she tells you to do, unless it contradicts something I tell you. Do you understand?”

Oddly, she looked calmer now, and nodded that she understood. Then she looked to his mouse, and seemed to wait for a command. In the common speech of the wild, the mouse spoke to the fox. 'So, you will do whatever I tell you to?', she asked the young fox.

'Yes, otherwise the big predator will hurt my sister.', she answered in a sad voice.

The mouse-girl was a simple thing. Not very smart, but knew her place in the world. This... Changed that place. I higher place, maybe? She decided to test this thought.

'Lay down and spread your legs. This mouse is going to be the first mouse to ever eat a fox!', she commanded the fox-girl.

Dranix watched their byplay, having no idea what they were saying to each other, with amusement. At least up to the point the fox-girl laid down, spread her long and sexy legs, and then started crying. Not just crying, but weeping and shaking in fear! He was about to interrupt whatever the fuck was going on, but his curiosity got the better of him. He decided to let things play out, at least for now. A moment later, and he was glad he did. His little mouse, a full two feet shorter than the fox now laying on her back, leapt at the predator of her kind with a mousy roar (which was cute as hell to Dranix), and attacked the hapless fox-girl's bare pussy. But not to cause harm.

The fox gasped in surprise when instead of feeling the mouse's sharp teeth plunging into her tender flesh, she instead felt a small, soft tongue plunge into her virgin sex and start licking through the folds of her pussy. Instead of the pain she'd expected, she was feeling a lot of pleasure. This kind of pleasure wasn't one she'd ever felt before. Sure, in the past, she'd explored her growing body, and quickly discovered the wonders of self pleasuring. As far as she was taught, female foxes didn't do what this mouse was doing, and she was rapidly growing to wonder why that was. It felt great! So good, that she found herself reaching down, and lovingly stroking the soft fur of the mouse's head and ears, encouraging her to to keep going.

When Dranix leaned over and took one of the fox's stiff nipples in his mouth, and started sucking and nibbling on it, her back arched in pleasure, and she let out a yip of excitement.

The mouse-girl was really enjoying the taste of the fox's pussy, and when her master helped bring her to an orgasm, she got a flood of tasty juices that splashed across her whole face. She was using both of her hand-like paws to spread the fox's sex open so she could get at her delicate little clit, causing the fox's orgasm to just keep going.

As she came, the fox saw stars and almost passed out from the intense feelings of pleasure that zapped through her body like electricity. She started yipping uncontrollably, as wave after wave of ecstasy washed over and through her body. Then she felt hands on her body. Two sets of them. One stroking her head, the other rubbing her arms and shoulders, both soothing her as she came down from something she had never experienced before.

When she opened her eyes (she didn't even remember closing them), still yipping in fear and confusion, she saw her captor looming over her, but he had a happy smile on his face, then she looked down and saw a similar look on the mouse-girl's face. 

“That was amazing.”, Dranix's deep voice rumbled. “I don't think I've ever seen anyone have such a strong orgasm before!”, he told the panting and still yipping fox-girl. Then said “You're okay. Relax, little one. No need to fear. It looks like no one is going to hurt you.”, he reassured her.

Surprisingly, his words calmed the fox-girl's nerves, and she was able to stop her scared cries. The fact that she wasn't in pain, and indeed, felt only some pleasant aftershocks going off inside her sex, had her smiling in no time.

Later, after she'd recovered, the fox returned the pleasure she'd gotten from the mouse-girl, exploring a female body not her own for the first time. She was clever and smart, and turned out to be a quick learner when it came to the carnal arts. When Dranix finally took her virginity later that night, he went slowly, and was very gentle with her, which surprised both the fox, and mouse-girls. He also had sex with his pet mouse, and even enlarged his cock a little when she made it clear that she liked it a little rough when she had sex.

It was very late when they finally all fell asleep. The last thing that Dranix thought about before falling asleep, was looking forward to young gnome for breakfast, and idly wondering what, if anything, he'd find in his traps tomorrow.

End of day one.