Draft 1

3.

Behind the walls of Nova Vulsii the city’s population, 13,000 souls, waited in interminable suspense. Word of the vikings cruelty was legendary in the northern regions, but now that rumors of the fate that befell the King’s peace delegation were spreading, panic was beginning to clamp down on them as firmly as any polar bear’s fist.

The walls were strong. Built with local rocks and designed to withstand the siege equipment of neighboring vulpine kingdoms, and the wolf packs to the north. 

The wolves were more primitive and until the last of the major packs were driven inland, they were the main targets of the viking polar bears. Now they looked further south for targets, like the frontiers of the vulpine civilization. The vikings were slow to adapt to dealing with walled cities. It had always been their contention that walls were for the weak, and the polar bears were anything but weak.

It proved an effective barrier for keeping the bears from walking right in, but it did nothing to keep them from laying siege. To stop that, Nova Vulsii would have needed an army far greater than the town guard.

There were two points of entry. The South Gate, where most traffic entered through the great doors of reinforced hardwood. On the wall, above and around it, the captain of the guard positioned the foxes with crossbows. So far it had discouraged the vikings from getting too close.

Along the West facing wall was the Port Gate, where goods from the harbor passed. The vikings took the piers without a fight. But from their camp set to the south, it was clear the vikings had no interest in storming the narrower entrance.

Inside the city’s merchant quarter a one eyed hyena, bulging with muscle and a crest of wild untamed hair, sat in the backroom of a seedy tavern, the only fur there who seemed to never run low of coin or food. He was gently plying his four new friends with all the watered down ale they could drink. Even seated the hyena’s mass dominated the room, an unspoken agreement placed him as the one in charge.

“No, Hyfryd,” spoke the fox in the uniform of the city guard, “I’m not saying we shouldn’t consider it, I’m just…”

“A pussy? A whipped pup, content to die at the feet of an unstoppable horde for a king who would never, and will never, know your name… Faris?” The hyena was practiced when it came to reading what drove other furs. 

Faris was unusually proud for a vulpine commoner, working as a lowly guard. Stroke his ego and he would turn as tratorious as any other fox.

“A-all I need to do is give you the keys, and you’ll take me with you?”

Hyfryd hid his smile. He had him. “I swear you will be with me. Just think of the hundreds, maybe thousands, of lives you will be responsible for saving.”

Faris pretended to think it over before reaching down his shirt to hand over the large key that hung around his neck. HyFryd accepted it and put it in his pocket.

“How will I know when we’re leaving? What if I’m not on duty?” the fox asked nervously.

“Yeah,” added the coyote spice trader next to him, “why not leave now? Why wait and risk it?”

Hyfryd could easily reach across the table and crush the coyote’s neck. Something he was very tempted to do until the barmaid, a vixen, popped in to refill the five furs drinks.

“We stick to the plan, Leeto,” the hyena began to explain for the hundredth time. “We wait for the vikings to begin their attack. They’ll concentrate their forces on the front gate, they don’t have the numbers to cover both-”

“How can you know that?” Leeto demanded.

There was an accusatory tone to the coyote’s voice that Hyfryd didn’t like. “I’m in the same boat you are, Leeto. We both had the unfortunate luck to arrive just before the vikings.” What Hyfryd left out was that he’d actually arrived with the vikings. “But if they had the warriors to attack both gates, they would have already done it and we would all be dead… or worse.”

The coyote shuddered. “Alright,” the implications took the fight out of him. “So we wait for the vikings to attack. It draws the guards to the front gate, that’s when the four of us-”

“Five!” squeaked a scantily clad gray fox whose hand hadn't left the insides of Hyfryd’s thighs all evening, stroking and teasing.

Hyfryd grinned and licked his lips. “Five of us,” he agreed.

“Fine,” Leeto threw up his arms, “that’s when the five of us open the unguarded harbour gate and leave in your ship.”

“Exactly,” Hyfryd nodded.

The otter, Marhet, who had remained silent up until this point, raised his sleek furred arm. “How can we be sure the polar bears didn’t sink your ship like they did to all the others in the harbour?”

Hyfryd had gone over this more than a few times too. He’d perfected his cover story but these furs were scared, rightfully so, and sought reassurance. “My sloop isn’t in the harbor. I’m a smuggler. Naturally I grounded it up the coast and concealed well enough that even a fox couldn’t sniff it out.”

They ate it up like starving rats. They took comfort in the hyena’s size, in his confidence, and in the smuggler fursona he’d adopted for this mission. They stayed in that small humid room, drinking late into the evening. Hyfryd went over the plan that would open the port gate several more times until the fools believed completely that following the hyena would save their lives, save many lives by giving the poor citizens a chance to run. When finally they departed, only Hyfryd and the gray fox remained.

The hyena’s muscles were mountains compared to the shirtless vulpine. That was the way Hyfyrd liked it. He let the room's silence sink in until the fox had to talk. 

“Hyfee?” he hummed. 

“Yeah, Seph?”

“I… I'm almost afraid to ask, but why did you let me in on this? I mean, Leeto and Marhet can help crew the ship… And Faris gave you the key to unlock the gate… What's my purpose?”

Hyfyrd grinned lecherously, again licking his lips. “You, my little Seph, have the most important role to play.”

The gray fox was a male prostitute. He saw Hyfryd generously buying drinks and latched on to the big hyena. When he heard Hyfryd might have away to escape the inevitable viking onslaught, he resolved to never leave Hyfee’s side, and to do anything to ensure the hyena would take him along.

“Just tell me,” Seph laughed nervously.

“You are going to reward me for my good deeds.”

“Oh,” Seph returned the hyena’s hungry grin. Sex was what he knew. It was the only thing he’d ever been good at. “I will reward you every day for the rest of my life for saving me, my hero,” his hand slip up thee hyena’s thigh, brushing against the long rod.

“I like the sound of that.”

***

Hyfryd led the tipsy fox back to his room at one of the inns near the city’s warehouses. The room was lit in the pale yellow of hanging lanterns. It was a cheap room, a single chair and a bed that must have been far to small for the hulking hyena.

Hyfryd pushed the fox inside and closed the door behind them. Seph seemed to sober up now that he realized his performance could decide if the hyena saved his life. He watched the big fur collapse into the chair and prop his legs on the bed.

“What can I do to make you happy, Hyfee,” the fox chirped in his most eager to please voice.

At first the hyena didn’t say anything, he just watched the fox stand there with his fake smile. “I had to do a lot of walking today, to find the right gatekeeper.” He glanced at his sandaled feet. “Why don’t you start by giving my paws some attention.”

“Anything you say, Hyfee,” Seph promised as he hopped onto the bed, sitting cross legged before the hyena’s massive feet. His quick vulpine fingers worked to unfasten the sandals and drop them to the floor.

Hyfryd laughed as the fox’s carefully cultivated facade of enthusiasm crumbled for an instant as the sweaty smell of the hyena’s large unwashed feet hit him. “You are grateful, aren’t you?” he teased.

“Oh, yes! I- I am so grateful. You’re going to save my life. I promise you I will be forever grateful.” To prove his point he reached out and took hold of one of the damp hyena feet, bigger than both of the fox’s paws put together. With all his might Seph pressed with his thumbs, trying to massage the hyena hard enough that the fur would feel it.

The fox’s grunting and exertion in such a menial task amused Hyfryd. He let the fox toil for almost half an hour until he knew Seph’s hands had to ache. He wiggled the foot that was on Seph’s lap, shaking the small hands away.

“How greatful did you say you were?” he raised an eyebrow.

The fox’s ears began to fold back. “I would do anything for you… D-d-do know what the vikings would do to a fur like me?”

Hyfryd could feel himself almost drool. He knew exactly what the polar bears would do to a  fur like Seph. He’d helped them do it many times now. “No. I want you to tell me what it is that they would do to you.”

Seph’s ears were flat. He longed to say no, to tell Hyfryd- to beg him- not to bring up the stories that the foxes told around campfires, or in the taverns. But he knew the hyena was his one chance.

“They say that Gunnarr Frost, the viking that leads this horde, is a giant. That he was created out of a mountain by a vengeful god. And that he hates foxes. They say he sells the females and pups and keeps the males for himself…”

Hyfryd could feel himself get hard. “What does this Gunnarr do with all these males?”

Seph shivered. “I’ve heard he makes them worship him, and that he fucks them with his giant cock. And the ones that survive, he crushes.”   

“Interesting,” hummed Hyfryd, “you say he demands worship?”

Seph nodded.

“Show me.”

“What?” the fox whined.

“I want you to worship me,” he raised his foot and flicked the side of Seph’s muzzle. 

The fox’s eyes widened. “Uh, s-sure, Hyfee. I can do that.” He swallowed hard. Working the cheap bars for enough coins to keep off the street meant that foreplay was rarely on his clients minds. But if the hyena wanted to see how useful Seph would be if rescued from this doomed city, he would do anything to show him.

Just resting his foot on Seph’s knee proved how hard the fox was going to have to work. He struggled to cup his hands under the hyena’s heel, straining to lift the massive paw closer to his face. Seph caught himself before he could whimper at the smell. It was so much worse close up. He looked up, one last hopeful glance to see if this was all just a bad joke.

Hyfryd’s expectant smile gave the fox his answer.

Seph shut his eyes and pretended he was kissing the hard abs of a sweaty wolf, not the dirty hyena paw. But the second his lips touched, there was no denying it.

Quick fluttering pecks grew longer, became more forceful. It hurt to think he’d been reduced to worshiping a smuggler just to survive. Another glance, Was Hyfryd looking bored? Seph whimpered. The hyena was his salvation, he had to keep him interested.

The fox’s tongue darted out, fast laps over the pawpads, slower,penetrating licks between the meaty toes. His head spun with the assault on his senses. He concentrated on one of Hyfryd’s big toes, sucking it like a lover’s cock.

“Enough of that.” Hyfryd kicked Seph away and laughed as the fox hurried to put himself back at the cruel feet. His eagerness to serve was indeed pleasant.

“Watching you tongue-fuck my paws has left my cock feeling jealous. We wouldn’t want that, would we?”

“No, Hyfee,” he said, shaken by the turn the evening had taken. 

The hyena laughed. Seph tried so hard to hide how degrading this was for him. When Hyfryd tugged the drawstring on his pants, freeing his thick cock Seph’s eyes widened even more. He’d spent most of the evening feeling the hyena up, he’d assumed he was hard. But to see that the cock got bigger, it was almost more than he dared to try.

Hyfryd spread his legs, inviting the fox to crawl to his task. The look on Seph’s face reminded Hyfryd of why he was glad to have joined Gunnarr’s horde. The polar bear gave his warriors absolute freedom to explore their darkest desires. 

The fox’s mouth was barely wide enough to stretch over his uncut length. With all the gray fox’s experience at selling his mouth, the poor bastard could still only make it a third of the way down Hyfryd’s great shaft.

“Let me help you,” the hyena laughed and put his hands on the back of Seph’s head. The fox mewled and tried to lift his head but one quick push left him gagging, screeching in pain, as his esophagus stretched further than it was ever meant. 

Hyfryd groaned. The fox’s struggles worked all the right nerve endings. He grabbed Seph’s head tightly, pumping it like a sex toy. The hyena looked up, giving a laughing howl as he jerked himself off into the vulpine throat.    

He squeezed, feeling his climax approaching. Seph’s head throbbed like it had been caught in a vice. He couldn’t beg, he couldn’t scream, he could barely steal tiny breaths between pumps from the hyena.

Suddenly the dizzying up and down motion stopped. He was held down, impaled on the largest cock he’s ever seen. Hyfryd was so deep that Seph never had a chance to taste his seed. It splurted in thick gobs, maybe a bucketful, Seph thought a he felt his stomach fill and then bloat.  

Then the hyena was through. He hoisted Seph’s drooling head up. Looking into those scared eyes sealed the fox’s fate. “I have to finish you,” the hyena said calmly and threw the small fur to the floor.

Hyfryd looked down at Seph. The fox held his head rocking back and forth, a soft and constant whimper bubbled from his quivering lips.

“Don’t act like that, Seph. I’m keeping my word. The polar bears will never have you.”

He put a hand on the room’s wall, steadying himself as he placed his foot on the fox’s chest. A little weight stopped Seph’s movements.

The fox sobbed, tears soaking into his fur. he looked up with pleading eyes. 

Hyfryd began to laugh. The poor fur on the floor knew he was going to die. The crying grew worse as the hyena stepped forward, putting all his weight on one foot for an agonizing few seconds until he was able to stand with both paws planted firmly

Seph was in agony. The massive weight of the hyena compressed his lungs. His mouth hung open in terror.

“That’s good!” Hyfryd chuckled. “Scream as loud as you can. I give you my word that if anyone comes to your rescue, I will let you go without a fight.”

Seph could barely hear the hyena’s words over the rushing blood pounding in his ears. He was already trying to scream, the taunts did nothing but remind him how powerless he was. 

“Speechless?” Hyfryd asked. He stood on his toes, dropping his heels down on the fox’s chest. The last of Seph’s air left him in a grunted puff.

“Is that all you've got? No wonder Gunnarr hates your species so much.” He bounced again and watched Seph’s eyes roll back. He wasn’t done yet.

Seph moaned when the hyena stepped off. His vision swam with fireflies. He wrapped his arms over his bruised and battered chest. It hurt to breath, like his lungs were filling with boiling water. Seph wanted to close his eyes and disappear, but the thump of footsteps on the creaking floor kept him grounded in reality.

Hyfryd couldn’t help but laugh at the fox. He could only imagine falling from the pinnacle of hope, to the deepest pits of despair. He put his hand back on the wall to balance and lifted one foot over Seph’s head, waiting for the fox to open his eyes.

For Seph, the sweet embrace of unconsciousness didn’t come fast enough. He cracked open his eyes. A jolt of terror seized him. He manage a startled squeak that brought more uproarious laughter from the tormentor.

“Oh, Seph. It’s such a shame we didn’t meet after Gunnarr has conquered the city. I might have had a new pet,” he smirked at the petrified fox. The vulpine’s sharp shallow breaths cooled the sole of his dangling foot. “You die pathetically, but take pride in how enthusiastic you were to lick the sweat and grime from my paws. At least I can say you died knowing you place.”

He started to lower his meaty paw, stopping first to wipe away a tear with his big toe. The fox whimpered at this final indignity before Hyfryd decided it was time. With a single fluid movement he stepped up on vulpine’s face.

Seph shrieked with all he had left. The hyena was crushing him. He could feel the impossible pressure, bending his very skull. His body spasmed in the throws of impending death, 

Hyfryd could feel the fox’s head start to give. There was no way it’s small body could hold out much longer, especially with all of Hyfryd’s weight on one foot, all Seph’s head had room for. He shifted on his toes. Something in the small fur’s muzzle snapped. Teeth bent as the jaws parted, spilling spit, and blood, and moans of anguish.

The buff hyena dropped down on his heel. sending another crack reverberating through his sole. He laughed wildly at the almost orgasmic feeling that was to come. He put one foot over the other and bounced.  Once more and Seph’s skull caved.

The last thing Seph saw was the floor coming at as the pressure finally proved too much, popping out one of his eyeballs, fractions of a second before his skull shattered and that massive, torturous foot flattened his head.   

Hyfryd snickered. He was standing flat in the warm sticky mess that was the fox’s head. His one regret was that he’d have to wait until Gunnarr took over before he’d have time to find a fur to lick him clean.