The Fox Seller

The sun is setting as you make your way along the muddy trail that winds its way through the Rustback Hills toward Lupevale. The rugged rocky badlands stretch around you in all directions, showing a mix of hills, canyons and hoodoos. The last village is miles behind you, and you’re not exactly looking forward to spending a night camped out here. The day has been long and hot, and as reluctant as you might be to set up camp, you can’t help but appreciate the fact that things should be cooling off soon. Aside from the occasional lizard or snake sunning itself on the rocks, the only signs of life you’ve seen all day was a single dragon soaring through the air and hunting in the far distance.

Thankfully, it wasn’t hunting you, but your paws are still sore from a day of hiking. You’d stop to rest, but you want to make as much distance as possible before the sun fully sets. You tell yourself that it’ll be worth it to visit Lupevale during the planting festival… from what you’ve heard some of the fertility rituals they practice on the night of the new moon will be pretty fun to participate in. Thinking about them makes you even more tempted to stop and set up camp… but then a faint sound hits your ears.

It’s muffled and indistinct, but you think it’s the sound of voices. They’re the first you’ve heard since you started across the badlands, not many people bother to cross them this time of year. The trail curves around the base of a low rise up ahead of you, so you can’t see for sure, but as you walk you catch more snatches of sound. They’re definitely voices, and soon they’re ed by the clang of a bell, and as you get closer by the creak of cartwheels. By the time you can hear the cart you’ve reached the base of the hill, and you can make out a few scattered words of the conversation.

“-get a good price in Hongon. Den over da mountain to Skebro.” The first voice is deep, rough and confident, with a tone of obvious authority. The second voice is much softer, so it’s only after another minute of walking that you can make out the last words of its reply.

“-sure that’s… such a good idea… boss.” This voice is more submissive, and interrupted by stretches of heavy panting. A deep laugh follows, which you associate with the first speaker.

“Lazy! You just don’t want ta climb da mountains or wear dat nice warm gimp suit I got ya.”

The voices are quite close now, just around the bend in the path up ahead. Aside from the sounds of what’s clearly a cart and the two speakers you can make out other noises… like soft yips and soft howls.

“But boss…” The softer voice pants, “it’d take us two moons… at least… to get there and back… and by then… they wouldn’t have their… winter coats… that’d bring down the price…”

“Ha!” The deep voice laughs again. “Dat’s pretty smart slave!” There’s a loud crack followed by a pained yelp and another chuckle. “Too smart! If you can think about stuff like dat you’re not pullin hard enough!”

“Y-yes boss… sorry boss!” The softer voice replies. And then you make it around your corner and get your first sight of your fellow travellers.

The big orc sees you immediately and grins. If you were paying attention, the grin would probably make you turn on your heels to run back the way you came. But as impressive as the orc is, he’s the third thing you notice.

The first thing that makes you stare is the guy pulling the cart. The muscular young hyena is almost entirely naked, and his tawny spotted fur is damp with sweat from the exertion of pulling the heavy load. His nose is pierced with a thick gold ring, and matching rings decorate his nipples. His arms are strapped to the shafts of the cart, and his hands are locked in padded leather mitts. There’s a thick metal yoke around his neck, and a leather harness strapped across his muscular chest. His cock is big and partially erect, and pierced with a thick ring. Hanging on a heavy looking chain from the piercing is a round metal weight, that swings back and forth with each step he takes.

As you get closer you can see that there’s a metal ring around his bruised balls as well, with chains linking it to cuffs around his ankles so that every step he takes tugs and stretches them. As you the panting hyena you can see that his back and butt are covered with welts and scars, and that hot wax is dripping onto his butt from the lantern hanging from the chain above it. His eyes are closed, and he looks exhausted. He doesn’t seem to notice you as he staggers forward... and as he es you, your attention is drawn to the cart that he’s pulling.

A tall and narrow cage of thick metal bars takes up most of the cart’s area, and inside are five small and very naked foxes in the middle of an orgy. One red sucks eagerly on another’s cock, while chubby fennec rubs his erection up against that of a slender grey. A silver fox with black fur kneels between them, nuzzling their balls and jerking himself off. All of the foxes are fitted with thick metal collars secured with heavy padlocks, and you can make out dark brand marks on each of their butt cheeks. The fennec notices you watching and gives you a shy grin, but the rest are too distracted to be aware of your presence.

Above them on the wooden roof of the cage are the words “Fuck my Foxes – One Denarius”. Above that is a sign advertising freshly caught fox slaves for sale, and you blush as you read about the offer for a discount. It’s only when you finish reading the sign that you take a good look at the muscular orc who’s walking alongside the hyena, puffing on a cigar and watching you with an appraising eye. He’s dressed entirely in supple brown leathers, with thick boots and a sleeveless vest that shows off his muscular arms. A brutal looking whip hangs from his right hand, and as you watch he brings it down on the hyena’s back with a loud smack. The hyena yelps and staggers to a stop, opening his eyes and seeing you for the first time. To your mild surprise he grins and winks at you, while the orc reaches down to unbuckle the straps and chain linking him to the cart.

“Stop here slave. We’re gonna set up camp.” The orc says. He’s speaking to his slave, but his eyes never leave you.

“Here boss?” The hyena asks, looking around at the muddy path and bare rocks uncertainly.

“Dat’s right, we got a fellow traveller here to spend da night with after all.” The orc says, and his grin widens. “He looks almost as tuckered out as you! But we can fix dat!”

The hyena lowers the cart shafts to the ground, and there’s a flurry of yelps and soft yips from the cage as the foxes tumble over each other on the now slanted cart-bed. As the hyena struggles to open a large backpack with his mitted hands the foxes recover their bearings and turn to watch you with amused expressions, casually pawing at each others’ erect cocks. Their staring eyes make you realize with an even deeper blush that your tros are tented over an erection of your own.

When you look back at the orc he’s walking toward you across the path, too quick for you to get out of his way. His heavy, sweaty arm is thrown over your shoulders, pulling you up against his side as he looks down at you with a smug expression. This close to him you can feel the warmth of his body and smell the musky stink of his armpits. You look up at him, and gag a little as he blows a cloud of smoke down across your face. “Like my foxes? Take a good look if ya want, dey aren’t shy!”

You manage to stammer out an incoherent reply as the orc starts to lead you across the path toward the wagon, but it doesn’t seem like he cares much about what you have to say. He chuckles and tightens his grip on your shoulder, and when he speaks it’s to his hyena and the cage full of foxes. “See boys? It’s always a good idea to camp with guys you find on da road.” The orc says. His free hand grabs the bulge in your pants, and you shiver with a mix of nervousness and arousal as he leers down at you. “After all… every single one is a business opportunity!”

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It’s always a gamble crossing the Rustbacks on your own, since the road between Lupevale and Hongon is a common route taken by fox sellers. If you meet one, just to control your arousal and stick to business. A couple denarii and you’re sure to have a fun night with some well trained vulpines, and even a poor traveler can get a nice session with a fox… provided he can swallow enough orc cock to earn a discount.

Of course, if you’re a fox yourself the orc might have a different sort of business opportunity in mind for you… but on the plus side you’ll have lots of company on the road from then on, and a hyena will take care of the walking for you until the orc finds a buyer to give you a new home.

A little something for Orctober, inspired by this sketch: https://jiropon1964.tumblr.com/post/176566775696/

Zurgug the “Licenced” Fox Trainer is happy to answer questions about his totally legitimate business, so feel free to ask him stuff in the comments below!