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The New Chief

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The orange fox was pulling himself up on the bar, the metal almost blistering from being out in the sun. The outdoor gym was the perfect place for him to workout and enjoy the summer. He thrived in the heat, his winter coat having fully shed off and left the fox lean and mean. His toned body was larger than most of his species. At five ten he was the largest in his family by far, but that was like being the tallest dwarf. Foxes were never particularly big, but for a fox, he was huge. Thick muscles fit for one of those Hollywood racing movies, and he better be with how hard he worked out, but something was distracting him.

The fox let go of the bar and stood there looking out the fence and into the woods near the gym. There was someone standing in the shade of the trees, their eyes glinting in the lowlight. Filtered spackles of sunrays peppered the person’s form, their lower half covered in a cloak of leaves, their upper half exposed. They were cute, that’s for damn sure, their lean form was trimmed yet soft, but he couldn’t quite make out what they were.

“Yo! Pierce!”

The fox’s ears perked up and turned to catch the water bottle from the bull tossing it to him. It fumbled, but he managed to clasp it with both hands.

“Fuck, Ty, what you doing jumping up on me like that,” Pierce spat at the bull.

“Why so on edge,” Ty the bull chuckled. “You expecting to get tackled in the gym? Come on man, that doesn’t happen till we get in the sauna.”

The fox shook his head, the sweat dripping from his hair. “No, I just…do you see them…huh?”

Pierce turned to look out into the forest again, but that figure was gone.

“What? Did I see what?”

“The guy in the woods,” Pierce put the water bottle on the back of his neck to help cool himself.

“Man, I think you’re working out in the sun too much. You’re getting a little cooked in the head.” Ty slung his towel over his shoulder, his brown fur also matted with sweat.

“No, I swear there was someone there,” Pierce’s breathing was deep and even, his white chest heaving as he looked for any trace of his mystery onlooker. The longer he looked the more he thought he was crazy, but before his mind could strain itself any further his friend smacked his back with his big beastly mitt.

“Come on, I think you need to cool off,” Ty chuckled. “No sauna for you today. You’ve cooked long enough.”

“Yeah,” Pierce gave one last look before turning to go back inside.

Out in the tree line, that same figure bled into existence with a duo of larger shadows kneeling on either side of them.

“Chief, are you sure?” One of the large shadowy figures grunted. “He’s only a fox. You could have anyone.”

“Trust me,” the shorter figure murred. “He’s perfect.”

“And if he doesn’t accept?” The other kneeling shadow asked.

“He’d be a fool to refuse,” the figure took a step into the light, the sunlight making his body whole. He was a raccoon, his body exposed from the waist up. He was toned and curvy, his lower half covered in a cloak of leaves. “And I don’t fuck with fools.”

“What is it you want from us Chief? Should we apprehend him?”

“No,” the raccoon murred, putting a delicate hand on one of the bulging shoulders of the men kneeled at his flanks. “I plan on recruiting him just like I have all the rest of you.”

“As you wish, Chief,” they murred.

“No need to keep calling me that,” the raccoon smiled, his leaves twirling about him, the smell of Autumn filling the air as new clothes materialized, his body clad in booty shorts to show off his tight yet voluptuous cheeks, his perfect foot paws slipped into sandals, his cutoff shirt showed a buffalo flipping off the viewer that read ‘Fuck Columbus!’

“You can start calling me by my first name,” the coon smiled, stepping forward, his moves were fluid and held a confident ease. “Mika is just fine.”

“Yes Mika,” the two shadows disappeared in a gust, their forms splitting into leaves as they were pulled into the hot summer air.

***

“So you think you’re going to meet your mystery man in the woods today?” Ty chuckled over the phone.

“Dude, seriously, shut up,” Pierce chuckled, walking into the gym. “Like you give a damn, you can’t come because of some lame excuse.”

“Getting laid isn’t a lame excuse,” Ty shot back over the phone. “Maybe you should try it sometime.”

“Yeah, yeah, whatever,” Pierce dismissed his jab. “I’ll see you at work.”

Pierce hung up the phone and went into his gym. It was a typical workout, but it was getting crowded. He decided to go outside where most people to avoid the people who needed their air conditioning. He usually had the run of the place, but not this time.

Out in the heat was a coon, the guy curling weight appropriate for a short stack like himself. He was a little cutie to say the least, his body toned and fit, his fluffy tail hiked up behind him and twitching from exertion.

“Hey, need a spot?” Pierce came over.

“N-No,” the coon grunted, curling it up and just barely making it back into the resting position before racking it. “Oh goodness,” the coon huffed.

“Good on ya,” Pierce smiled. “You new here? I don’t think I’ve seen you around before.”

“I’ve been around for a while,” the coon smiled, swiping some sweat from his brow. “Though I thought I’d try this gym out. Been a while since I’ve needed one.”

“How so? Your job keep you in good shape?”

“You got it,” the coon smiled, his gentle eyes looking up at him. “I do a lot of work managing a lot of men that are much larger than myself.”

“Gotcha, so a lot of heavy lifting to keep up with the herd, huh?”

“Hit the nail on the head again,” the coon stretched, cracking his knuckles before offering a paw. “The name is Mika.”

“Everyone calls me Pierce,” the fox accepted the coon’s hand, the firm handshake revealing the surprising strength hidden in that small frame.

“Got a lot of people in your life?” Mika asked.

“Odd question, but nah, not many,” Pierce shrugged as their hands slipped from one another’s.

“You seem like a pretty big guy for a fox,” Mika cocked his head. “You’d think you’d be crawling in people lining up to get a piece of that.”

“Woah,” Pierce put his hands up. “I didn’t know we were talking about my sex-life. I’m pretty comfortable with what I have going on right now.”

“No you’re not,” Mika smirked. “Don’t lie to me. When was the last time you got some?”

“It’s been over a month,” Pierce blinked. “Why did I just say that?”

“And if given the opportunity, would you find me fuckable?” Mika’s eyes glowed, Pierce unable to look away or lie.

“I’d fuck that cute little ass to pieces,” Pierce put his hands over his muzzle. “The fuck?”

“Good answer,” Mika smiled, his eyes glowing brighter. “And what would you do if I were to give you a new life, one that could overlap with your current one, where you’d never have to worry where your next hole was going to come from? Would you want to be part of a tribe like that?”

“Of course I would, but the fuck are you doing to me?” Pierce was getting angry and stepped forward, gripping the coon by the shirt and pulling him close. “Why can’t I control what I’m saying?”

“It’s one of my many powers as a spirit of the wilds,” Mika smiled, the leaves rattling around them in a gentle gust. “I can strip you bare of the lies you hide behind, and look into you and see your potential. And you, Pierce, have the potential to be our new Chief.”

“What the hell are you talking about? Start making sense!” Pierce gave a shake of Mika’s shirt, his voice getting low.

“Don’t get so defensive Pierce,” Mika smiled, lifting up his hands and the shirt the fox had the coon by fell off him as a bundle of dried leaves. The coon took a few steps back, his hands still up, but his chest exposed. “I’m simply here to offer you something you’ve always wanted.”

“What the fuck are you?” Pierce took a step back, the leaves falling from his fist.

“I already told you,” Mika smiled. “I’m a spirit, the leader of a powerful tribe of men devout to the primal origins and the values of community and growth.”

“Then what do you want with me,” Pierce took another step back, but then it clicked. Mika was that figure in the woods he saw the other day.

“It’s not what I want, it’s about what you want,” Mika gave a sly grin. “I was never meant to be a leader. I’m a spirit, a being free of convention, forced to live in an immortal body. Though I’ve fallen into the role of chief, it’s not what I’m meant to be. What I’m looking for is a leader, one who can free me of the burden of being one, and someone who can take care of the tribe.”

“So you want me to be the leader of your tribe?” Pierce was so confused. “I don’t understand.”

“Here, how’s about I give you a taste, and then you can decide if this is something you want. It’s easier if I show you.” Mika snapped his fingers, the wind getting colder as leaves spiraled around the two. The world blurred as the leaves spiraled so fast that all Pierce could see were oranges, yellows, and browns. Then the leaves disappeared as quickly as they came, only they weren’t in the gym anymore. No, they were in a clearing inside a forest where several huts had been set up, though the most prominent thing wasn’t the structures, but rather the men around them.

The encampment was a blur of activity, massive men wearing nothing but tribal paints, some animal bones, and leather clothes worked around the camp, hauling wood, tending fields, bringing in a deer carcass from a hunt.

No one was under seven feet tall, and their muscles bulged with even the slightest movement, their feet smacked the earth and sent shockwaves through the ground as their powerful frames held up hundreds of pounds of raw and rippling muscle.

“Where the fuck am I?” Pierce asked.

“You’re in our tribe,” Mika smiled. “It is only accessible once you’ve joined, or if you’re invited in. This is our utopia, our sanctuary untouched by mortal men.”

“What do you mean, mortal men?”

“Oh, once you become part of the tribe I bring out the inner beast in you and your lifespan is increased considerably.”

“Bring out the beast?” Pierce asked, spinning around to see the other men. They were other furs, but they were more like they had been wolfed out into massive versions of what they would normally be, each a proverbial beast.

“Your potential is inside you, sleeping. I can wake it, but all you got to do is say you want to be the chief.”

“Chief?”

“You’re lucky you’re pretty,” Mika patted the fox on the cheek. “Yes, I grow tired of leading my men. I wish to relinquish my title and make a new chief. You’ll be imbued with all my powers to use as you wish, convert whomever you want, and all I ask is that you keep me satisfied.”

“So…you’re some sort of sex cult?” Pierce turned to look at the coon. He was completely naked, his clothes gone. He was simply covered in tribal paint, his soft curves accented and his shallow definition coming through.

“If that’s what you want it to be,” Mika shrugged. “I simply wish to bring back the old primal ways. So long as you promise to grow the tribe, you will have full control.”

“So, I would become the leader of all these ripped men? Will I be as big as them?”

“Of course not,” Mika waived off his concerns. “You’ll be much bigger.”

“Say what now?” Pierce cocked a brow.

“Oh, yeah,” Mika bit his lower lip, his eyes glowing. “You have the potential to reach near godhood given the right circumstances align, but that’s neither here nor there. What do you say?”

“So…all I got to do is grow the tribe?”

“Yup, and you’ll have two ways,” Mika gestured to the fox. “You can do it the way I’m doing now, and the ol’ natural way.”

“The ol’ natural way?” Pierce cocked a brow.

“Breeding,” Mika murred his tail twitching behind him. “I may be a spirit, but my body is flesh. I’ve birthed many children already, but I still need your seed to do so.”

“You’re telling me, I can be the chief of all these men, have god-like powers, and fuck you the entire time so long as I don’t pull out and recruit more men?”

“Pretty sweet gig, huh,” Mika smiled, holding out a hand, a green flame burning in the palm of it. “Do you agree?”

“Fuck yeah I agree,” Pierce was about to smack his hand down to accept the deal when he paused. “No tricks?”

“I promise you, there are no tricks. You’ll be in charge. The only thing I would consider a trick is that you’ll also have to deal with the day to day, but that’s the burden that comes with being a leader.”

“Then fuck yeah I’m in!” Pierce slammed his hand into Mika’s. The green flame was warm as it curled around their hands. Tribal tattoos burned over Pierce, his body covered in new markings as he felt Mika’s energy flow through him.

“Time to get you out of those clothes,” Mika murred, licking his chops. “Don’t worry, you’ll outgrow them soon enough.”

“It…it feels so good. I…I can hardly contain it,” Pierce grunted, his chest felt like his ribcage was holding in a burning inferno of pleasure ready to completely engulf him.

“Don’t try to contain it then, just let it wash over you,” Mika felt his own powers wane, if only slightly as they poured into their new chief.

“Oh fuck,” Pierce’s eyes rolled back into his head as his legs almost gave out, a green light glowing from his chest before his veins started to glitter like fiber optic cords pulsing that fire through him. It was like every beat of his heart was injecting his veins with untold pleasure. The fox’s red rocket was already hard as a rock and spewing in his pants as every cell of his body felt like it was orgasming.

Pierce’s shoes left the ground as he floated, the flames cycling over him, his body twitching as the raw power of the spirits coursed through his veins. His chest puffed up, his tank getting tighter, riding up to expose his treasure trail that dipped beneath his athletic shorts. His seed dripped down his leg as his balls emptied out his mortal seed before they sloshed larger in his jock, his hard cock pulsing against the fabric. As that cum oozed down his thigh, it found new valleys to slip into, the teardrop thighs getting bigger, thicker. His shoulders shunted out of his tank, getting wider before rolling with rippling muscle. His powerful pecs jutted out in front of him, his nipples pushing further down as they crunched and chewed on that power and pleasure as it coursed through him.

“It’s so fucking much!” Pierce groaned, his voice getting deeper, green light shining from inside his maw. His eyes glowed solid green as he continued to pulse up. His shoes blasted open, his toes expanding outward, his ankles threatening to break out further as his toe claws grew out, his toes getting more square and thicker with each pulse. His calves crunched, causing his toes to flex, as those slabs of meat hardened into solid diamonds before wetly crunching into larger and larger sizes before the wave of growth would flow up his thighs. The thick powerful redwoods in the making forced his shorts up, curling them above until his Adonis belt was forcing those shorts into a thong. Angry abdominals crunched into existence before angrily pulsing larger over and over, getting deeper, more defined, striations forming and rippling over each muscle. His pecs split, growing thicker as the veins and powerful valleys ate more of that power, his tank on the verge of snapping.

Pierce’s body took that as a challenge and burst larger, once, twice, and then a third time. His jaw became thicker, his teeth more vicious, his brow wider, his Adam’s apple became more pronounced as his delts framed them. His tank had torn on it’s one strap, exposing his lats as they spread out like wings behind him. His obliques rolled like thunder down his sides before his bowling ball shoulders pressed further out, getting wider and stronger, his hands became more square, his fingers plumping up with muscle and power. His claws grew longer, vicious things for tearing flesh from bone.

Pierce’s shorts finally gave up the chase as his ass cheeks sloshed larger, one after the other becoming thick hams. The fabric fell to the floor, his cock and balls straining his jock out. His furry nuts now sloshed as a duo of oranges and a foot long dick.

But the fire in him wasn’t done.

“Yes! Give it all to me! Make me your chief!” Pierce roared, the fire surging into his body one more time, his form expanding taller, wider, taller, wider in defiance of the word small. The tank simply snapped off him. His mane grew thick, his flowing hair now rolling down his back in braids. His chest hair grew thicker, the dark brown hair forming over his monstrous pecs before slipping down into his jock. Knowledge of the old ways found purchase in the folds of his expanding mind. The world around him was malleable with his spirit powers. He grinned, his teeth solidifying into something befitting a drake of legend.

Finally his eyes shone back, green irises glowing with power. He felt his feet touch down on the ground, his toes feeling the earth, and how much smaller it was to him. He glanced around and realized he was the largest man by far, head and shoulders above the tallest of them. He had to be nearly ten feet tall, and coursing with primal magic. His jock finally snapped, his three foot dick flopping forward, the red rocket pointed directly at Mika, the little coon only a few inches over half the beast’s size.

“I knew you’d make a great chief,” Mika murred, walking forward, letting that massive fuck stick rest on his shoulder as he cupped those cantaloupe sized nuts, feeling how they thrummed with power and seed.

Future sons of the tribe.

“Fuck,” Pierce groaned, his word echoing through the clearing and causing all the men to get hard, their various loin clothes and coverings giving away to massive dicks of varying sizes.

“Careful Chief,” Mika murred nuzzling his musky pubic fur, his lips pressing against his Adonis belt. “Your word is law here. If you order them to fuck, they will, but first you need to uphold our contract.”

Pierce finally felt his wits coming back to him, though they were clouded by a thick layer of lust. His mammoth cock throbbed, a thick jet of pre splattering the dirt before him. He knew what he was capable of, he knew everything that Mika knew, and he felt a pride fit for a lion burn in his breast. He grinned and scooped up the coon and threw him over his shoulder.

“This ass is mine!” Pierce snarled jokingly. “You all can have it once I know he’s carrying my litter. Till then, stay the course.”

Pierce lumbered towards the large chief’s building. It was a massive tent filled with pillows and furs. Pierce fit comfortably inside the tent, though he could easily knock it down with one hand. He simply laid the raccoon down and then pressed his cock against it. The coon gave a happy murr and started to make out with that cock tip as his arms messaged it, his legs wrapping around those nuts and rolling them with his toes. That three foot beast looked like it would kill the coon, but Pierce knew his little spirit wouldn’t break under something as silly as an earth cracking rut.

Pierce was just getting used to his body, the power coursing through him only the surface of what he could accomplish, but Mika’s needs would have to come first. They would always come first with how hot his dick burned for that hole of his. Nothing in the world sounded better than plunging his cock deep into that cute coon’s ass and fucking him full of litter after litter.

Mika murred, slurping on that pointed cock head, that knot already forming around his knees as he used his whole body to message it, to work it over. Pierce grunted, the licks and strokes of that cocky coon made it feel like he had been edging for a month. His cock gorged itself on blood, his veins coming to the surface as he became iron hard. Mika simply murred, his body a vibrating toy that sucked his dick, stroking it, keeping it just on the edge without any release.

“Fuck, you’re a sly little bitch, ain’t ya,” Pierce rumbled.

“You fucking know it!” Mika murred.

“Get on your belly,” Pierce ordered.

“Make me,” Mika smirked.

“Oh, you’ll obey your fucking chief!” Pierce griped Mika’s shoulder and threw him over onto his belly, his cock slapping down on him, pinning the sexy coon in the pillows. Pierce rolled his hips back, his cock head drooling a musky snail trail in its wake. “You ready for this?”

“Yes Chief! Fuck me! Fuck me full of your fucking kits-sSSAAAHHH FUCKYESSS!” Mika moaned as that cock tip pried his thick cheeks apart, that cock head sliding in with ease despite the size difference. “Don’t hold back! You can’t break me! Fuck me HARD!”

“That’s what I like to hear, bitch!” Pierce snarled, gripping Mika like he was some sex toy and thrusted forward, his hips slapping against that ass, his cock already covered in a mix of his own pre and the drool from the coon. Mika’s eight incher might have been impressive to mortals, but it was just a tiny prick compared to the meat rearranging his insides and punching the inside of his stomach.

Pierce felt the pleasure build inside him, coursing faster and faster. He knew if he were mortal that he would have passed out, or his heart would have popped with how much raw lust was coursing through his veins, but his new body knew this was simply a taste. He would have came a hundred times over if this is how he felt, but no, this was his new normal. He would never not feel this way. So when the pleasure started to pique, he knew it would be explosive.

“That’s right! Take it! Take my fucking cock! Build me up! Make me feel like a fucking GOD!”

Pierce’s dark fantasies of being massive and fucking relentlessly were all coming true, his cock plunging into tight coon ass, Mika a gargling mess beneath him as he was railed by the new Chief. The coon was put in his place, a little cum rag, a bitch to be filled with litter after litter, and he would birth generation after generation of powerful men to grow their tribe until it was ready to venture out and teach the world the old ways.

For now though, Mika would enjoy the ride as Pierce slammed faster, his knot almost the same size as his cheeks was demanding entrance to his body. He would rather give up his immortal life than refusing to be tied to his chieftain’s dick.

Mike held it back, he made sure Pierce worked for it, harder, harder and harder yet. Smacking deep and building his own pleasure up until at the moment just before he found that peak, he schlorped into his hole.

Pierce roared his triumph, the sound like a lion, deafening and loud. Pierce’s nuts drew up, his cum pipe swelling, his cock getting harder before a torrent of cum gushed into Mika’s guts. Thick shots sloshed forward. The outline of that cock tip distorting around the volume of seed coming in. Mika was a breedable condom for catching superior seed, and he knew it.

“I’m not done with you,” Pierce snarled, thrusting through his orgasm and long after, using that hole to knot fuck with. Cum gushed from that hole as Pierce staked his claim, his dark fantasies all coming true as he railed his little bitch into the pillows.

***

It had been several months. Mika was showing a large litter even in his first trimester. Pierce was laying back on his pile of pillows and furs as various men tended to his needs. Each foot licked clean, each nipple nursed by hungry maws, his dick deep inside sculpted ass, but Mika had the best seat on top of Pierce’s muzzle, his hole being played with by their chief’s masterful tongue.

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